#Will talking with Jonathan. not fully satisfying but a start

[indigobackfire]

But I wanna say the good things cause I need to keep my blood pressure in check

So big spoilers in the tags

[mysaintkitten]

Satisfied | Jonathan Crane x fem!reader

prompt: you want jonathan’s cock, and you’re determined to get it (NSFW!!! NO MINORS!!!)

WARNINGS: semi-established relationship, subby!jonathan, sliiight dubcon (??), restraints, unprotected sex (p in v), praise, overstimulation, creampie

word count: 1.9k

jonathan was exactly where you wanted him. bound in bed. stark naked. fully vulnerable. you may or may not have slipped a few sedatives into his drink earlier, but if anyone were to take advantage of him it might as well be you.

as he “slept”, you moved him to the bed and stripped him down, proceeding to tightly bind his wrists to the bed posts. you had some decency though, you left his legs unbound, so he could have a small sense of control.

as you sit between his legs, you pump him weakly, using his bodies natural response to your advantage. you play with yourself a bit too, but the knowledge of what you were about to do was getting you wet enough. he started to slowly come to, whining slightly and tugging at the restraints.

“mm .. (y/n) .. what’s going on?” he groans, clenching his thighs together in attempt to cover himself. you click your tongue and snake your hands between his thighs, forcefully separating them.

“nuh-uh. apart.” you purr, taking your hand off his cock and trailing your fingertips along his sensitive inner thighs, making jonathan’s hips shift beneath them. he keeps tugging on the restraints, desperately attempting to break free.

you chuckle softly, “aw, sweetheart.” you lean your body forward and place your hands on either side of his torso, leaving your face inches away from his, “the restraints are stronger than you are.”

he mewls, slowly slipping more into his submissive headspace, “why are you doing this?”

you sit back on your knees, bringing your hands up to his chest and toying with his nipples slightly, making him whine.

“i wanted your cock, and i know you struggle to behave. i had to take matters into my own hands, baby, got it?” you coo, taking a hand off his nipple placing it between his legs, grasping him tightly.

“hm!” he whimpers, tossing his head to the side, “‘f you wanted to fuck .. could’ve just asked .. i wouldn’t’ve said no ..” he’s subby, but still a brat. because why wouldn’t he be.

you tsk, pumping him agonizingly slow, “did i say i wanted to fuck, sweetheart?”

he doesn’t respond quick enough for your liking, you smack him across his face with your free hand. jonathan is taken aback, his eyes wide, but he remains silent. essentially at a loss for words, “i asked you a question, mr. crane.”

“no .. you didn’t say that ..” he groans, his gaze burning into yours.

“good boy, you can listen.” you praise, letting go of his dick and sitting up on your knees and shimmying your skirt down, his eyes dart down to your hips and his chest begins to rise and fall more rapidly. “i said i wanted your cock, and i’m gonna get it.”

he smirks, his dick twitching in front of you.

“maybe this’ll be nice, you in charge for a change ..” he jokes, shrugging his shoulders

you discard your skirt and roll your eyes, you weren’t expecting him to be this talkative. “you just can’t shut up, can you?” you snarl while slipping your panties off. once they’re off, you hold them in your hand.

“open.” you say sternly. jonathan just laughs, “what?”

“open. is that too difficult for you to understand?” you taunt, bringing your body over top of his again.

“(y/n) what ar-“ he starts, before he can finish, you shove the panties into his mouth. he says something else, but it’s muffled by the material.

“there you go. that’s better.” you hum, straddling his lap. your cunt makes direct contact with his sensitive length. he whines, rutting his hips up against you. you feel him tensing beneath you, while exhaling sharply through his nose.

“aw. desperate, baby?” you purr, grinding against him while he ruts, watching as jonathan writhes and whimpers beneath you.

you want to enable him further, “wanna see my tits, hm?”

he nods feverishly, small muffled pleas falling from his lips. you smirk at the pathetic version of jonathan beneath you. if only you could show the world this side of him, the needy part of him that comes out to play whenever the horny aspect of his brain is activated.

you take off your shirt, his eyes glued to your chest. as your body shifts around, his eyes stay on your tits.

“now, i’m gonna use your cock until i’m satisfied.” you breathe, rising your hips up to align his tip with your opening, placing just the head inside for a few moments.

“whether you come or not isn’t my concern, understood?”

he nods again, barely even listening, his mind flooded with thoughts of you and your pussy and how badly he needs it. he watches as you sink down on his cock, tensing his thighs beneath you, muffled whines emanate from his mouth and his brows stitch together. he tugs at the restraints, but he isn’t attempting to free himself. he wants to bring his hands down to your hips and pound into you. but he can’t. so he’s exuding that energy elsewhere, utilizing the strength of the restraints to his benefit.

you rise your hips and slowly sink yourself down, riding him at your own pace. jonathan’s visibly desperate, huffing and writhing beneath you. he bends his legs and attempts to thrust up into you.

you allow it, just for a few pumps. watching how his body reacted to the pleasure, his flushed face and chest, his fluttering eyes, the sight sweat glistening across his face and chest. all that combined with the fact that he’s tied up with your panties shoved in his mouth, he looks almost whorish. filthy.

after letting him enjoy himself for a bit, you place your hands behind you and grip his thighs to stop their movement. he pouts, mumbling small sounds of disapproval.

“be a good boy and let me use your cock.” you moan, sweet and slow, rolling your hips with him still inside, “thrust up again and i’ll leave you here, bound and hard, for the rest of the night.”

jonathan groans and tips his head back, trying his hardest to not thrust up into your warm and wet centre.

you begin to ride him properly, balancing yourself on his thighs for support. he watches your pussy attentively, almost as if he’s never seen anything like it before. he continues to huff loudly, just observing the way he disappears inside your cunt. and the euphoric feelings that come along with it.

he has a hard time staying put, he’s writhing almost the entire time, but he doesn’t thrust up. he bunches up his fists and bites down into the fabric in his mouth to try and refrain from acting on his instincts. his mind and cock are screaming at him to fuck up into you, but he wants to behave. and plus he knows that if he does do that, you’ll leave him high and dry for lord knows how long. so he’s accepting what he’s getting right now.

you can tell jonathan’s mind is racing, it’s not too often that he’s in a situation where he needs to abide by other peoples rules, let alone actually listen to they have to say. his demeanour, his breathing, he’s visibly overwhelmed.

“feel nice, baby?” you purr, picking up your pace a little while digging your nails into his thighs

“mmhh!” he moans, nodding mindlessly, his chest rising and falling in a laboured manner

“you like being my little toy?” you add, bringing your hand between your legs and rubbing your clit as you ride him. he nods eagerly and does all that he can do, he watches. his brows furrow and his eyes repeatedly switch between your face and between your legs. he wants to be the one rubbing your clit right now, he wants to be the one in control. but he also wants to be good for you, and let you get off on his cock like he’s just some dildo that’ll be discarded once you’re done.

“that’s it, baby. you’re being such a good boy for me ..” you hum, removing your hand from his thigh and placing it on his chest to give you more leverage as you ride him.

your words clearly impact him, he lets out some muffled pathetic whines and you realize his eyes are slightly wet. is he fucking crying?

jonathan really can’t stay put now, he’s digging his heels into the mattress, tugging at his restraints, all the while he’s shifting his hips around slightly, making a mental note to not thrust up into you. that’s probably the only note he has in his brain right now.

“you like being used for your cock, hm? that’s all pretty boys like you are good for, isn’t that right?” you tease, bringing your face close to his. he doesn’t nod that this point, his whines and tears are enough.

then suddenly, he moans loudly and you feel him release inside of you, his legs twitching slightly at the influx of intense pleasure. your pace didn’t falter though, you continue to ride him fast and rough. his whines switch from pleasure to pain and you can hear small muffled “stop” or “‘s too much”.

you just chuckle, “sweetheart, we’re not done till i’m done.” he thrusts up into you, thinking it’ll get you to stop. it doesn’t, you just let him. you allow him to fuck up into you as you chase your own orgasm, he slowly starts to stop once he realizes you aren’t giving up.

once you realize, you place a hand onto his neck and grip the sides. “keep thrusting, you wanna be a good boy, don’t you?” you moan, bringing back that sultry tone that you know makes him weak.

he whimpers and nods slightly, beginning to fuck you again, trying his hardest to muscle through the intense overstimulation.

you praise jonathan the entire time, knowing it hurts, yet he’s still trying his best to be good. seeing the amount of control you have over him gets you closer to your release, that combined with his thrusts and your self stimulation- you’re nearly done for.

“that’s it .. good boy, jon .. just like that ..” you moan, throwing your head back as the pleasure overtakes you. he groans beneath you, his stomach fluttering slightly from the praises.

before long, you’re coming on his cock. moaning loud profanities and praises as your orgasm washes over you.

you involuntarily clench around him as you come and ride out your orgasm, making him mewl, if he wasn’t so sensitive from his previous orgasm he would’ve been coming on the spot.

once you’re satisfied, you lift your hips and pull him out, watching as his flushed cock slaps against his lower stomach. you grin weakly and grab the panties from out of his mouth. he just huffs loudly with his mouth agape, unable to find anything to say.

“you did so good for me ..” you praise, bringing your body forward to kiss him on the cheek. he makes a small mumble sound, too fucked out to formulate a proper response. as you untie his wrists, his first instinct is to grab your body and just hold you close.

you run your fingers through his hair and whisper, “since you did so good .. next time we have sex, whatever you say goes. let your mind run rampant, baby.”

he begins to smile before kissing you on the lips. maybe, just maybe, he’ll behave more often.

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helloooo SO! i have kitten and emma (peacock) fics in the works !! i think i may turn off my requests for a little bit just so i can get all caught up, i’m not too sure yet, anyway hope you guys enjoy this !!

[november-rayne]

The Audition

A Tom Hiddleston Fanfic

Summary: Tom is up for the role of a lifetime. You use technology to help him perfect his villainous sneer. 🎥

Genre: Smut. Domestic fluff.

*This story is for mature audiences only.* 18+

*Minors DNI*

Warnings: Graphic depictions of sex. Degradation and other dirty talk. Soft Dom/Sub. Rough sex. Oral sex - male receiving.

Tom x female reader

Words: 2900

Based on this gifset by @lokihiddleston

The Audition

You sighed heavily as the warm sun from the open window crept across the pillow and warmed your cheek. The morning light was bright behind your eyelids. Lazily, you rolled over and flopped your arm across the other side of the bed, finding it cool and empty.

Your bottom lip pushed out in a little pout as you realized your lover was not there for your customary morning cuddle. The sound of the shower starting full force broke through the gentle lilting birdsong that tickled the periphery of your conscious mind.

He’s still nervous.

Still half asleep, you stretched languidly, enjoying the feel of your smooth legs on the fresh sheets and the dull ache that raised between your thighs. You grinned inwardly as your mind brought forth the images of Tom’s beautiful face below you as you rode him hard, impaling yourself on his generous endowment until he was delirious with pleasure.

Preparing for auditions had never bothered him before. Even big ones. He prepared dutifully and breathed life into his characters to the best of his ability. If he was hired, wonderful. If he wasn’t, he was confident in his acting skills; he knew there would be more auditions. As a couple, you weren’t struggling for money; both of your acting gigs generated enough cash to cover the rent on your North London flat and then some.

But to call his upcoming audition big would be a gross understatement.

Titanic.

Gargantuan.

Mammoth.

If he landed this role, it would be life-changing. Thrusting him into the spotlight on the world’s stage. The chance to become a household name like McConaughey, Hanks, or De Niro.  

You had never seen him so tied up with nerves. So, being the generous partner you were, you decided to fuck him senseless; wear him out for hours so that he could fall into a sated state of deep sleep. You allowed another self-satisfied grin to spread over your face as you recalled the sounds he made for you the night before; the moans, the curses, the grunts. The beautiful music of his ecstasy that you brought out of him filled you with glowing pride.

Dozing in and out of conscious thought, you heard the shower spray replaced by the sloshing of water and tapping of the razor against the sink as he performed his morning shave. You moaned at the thought of it. The almost erotic way he craned his neck to get under his chin and the way the clean skin of his jaw felt under your lips when he was freshly shaven.

You shivered despite the warmth of the sun on the bed. Goosebumps raised on your naked flesh, and you felt the stirrings of arousal.

Needy much? You laughed to yourself. Tom moved in with you three years ago, yet it only felt like yesterday. Your amorous need for him was still as present as it was in the beginning.

Fully awake now, you waited for him to exit the bathroom so you could hopefully lure him back to bed for a cuddle. When he didn’t come out after several minutes, impatience won out, and you pulled on one of Tom’s Cambridge T-shirts you found on the floor, then made your way to the door.

You tapped softly with your knuckle, “Tom? Are you finished? I have to pee.”

“Yeah, come in. Sorry.”

You opened the door and found him standing in front of the mirror, gripping his white towel around his waist, his hair still wet and dripping onto his broad shoulders. Droplets of water trapped in his chest hair glittered in the bright light of your vanity. The look in his eyes was pensive as he studied his face.

“You still thinking about the audition?” You kissed his damp cheek as you passed him to the toilet.

“Despite your best efforts to distract me, yes.” His lip curled up briefly as his eyes followed you. His T-shirt was only just long enough to cover a third of your bare ass.

“You’ve got this, babe. The execs at Marvel will love you.” You smirked as you sat and peed. The ache between your legs and the now prominent bruises on your thighs from Tom’s bony hips reminded you again of last night's vigorous sex rodeo.

“I dunno,” he returned his gaze to the mirror before him.

“You’ve read every comic in print. You know the character backward and forward.” You patted dry with the tissue and flushed. You bumped him to the side with your hip so you could reach the sink. You made eye contact with him in the mirror while washing your hands. “What exactly are you tripping over? Do you want to do the monologue for me again?”

“It’s not the lines… I could recite them in my sleep.”

“You have, Hiddleston.” You wet your toothbrush.

“Sorry.” He gave you that adorably sheepish smile. “I just want this so badly. If I don’t get it,” he shook his head, “Don’t get me wrong, I love the stage, and I would never give it up. I’m happy with the films I’ve done so far. But this… Hollywood?” he shook his head again.

“I know. It’s huge.” You widened your eyes at him for effect as you brushed your teeth.

He studied his face in the mirror, got serious, lowered his head, raised his eyes, and grimaced menacingly, “Foolish mortal,” he uttered in his gravelly baritone.

He looked at you expectantly, “How was that?”

“You have the voice down pat. It’s just…” you spat and rinsed your mouth.

“What?”

“Well,” you sighed and put your toothbrush back in the holder next to his.

“Well, what?”

“You’ve got haughty, aloof arrogance down. The regal posture and the attitude? Spot on.”

He waited for you to continue.

“The grimace isn’t as menacing as I know it can be. Maybe a touch too cartoonish? It should be… sexier.”

“Sexier? You realize I would be portraying the villain, right?” he chuckled.

“Villains are sexy! You are perfect for the role. You are the sexiest man I know. Uhh- if you could only see your face while you’re fucking me.” You stare at him briefly with a faraway look in your eyes.

“Thank you, love. But-"

“That’s it! Of course!” You snapped your fingers and pushed past him, “Wait right there.”

Curious, he watched you run to grab your iPhone from the nightstand and a small tripod from your desk.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m giving you an assignment.” You grinned wickedly at him as you set your phone up on the tripod and positioned it on the long counter of the vanity. You then moved Tom into position in front of it. You pressed record, then turned and seductively sauntered to stand before him.

“Darling?” His eyebrows shot up as you pulled the Cambridge shirt over your head and dropped it onto the floor.

“Do you trust me?” You pressed up and started kissing up the column of his neck in a way you knew drove him mad.

“Yes, but…” he eyed the phone warily. He could see your naked ass and his large hands on the screen as they found your hips. He watched the timer ticking up, indicating it was recording a video.

“Forget about the camera. I want you to see yourself as I see you. This will work. Trust me.” You pulled the towel away, dropping it with a heavy thump to the tiles by his feet. He was tense, but you pressed yourself tight to him anyway.

“Don’t think about the camera, Tom. Think about me.”  You brought his hand up from your hip to your breast. He kneaded it eagerly, pinching your nipple between his thumb and forefinger. You moaned and let your hand glide down his back to his perfectly round bottom.

His lips found yours, and he kissed you tenderly as his hands roamed over the expanse of your bare skin. Soon, you felt him pressing the impressive length of his thick cock onto your stomach. You reached up and grabbed fistfuls of his blonde curls. Heat bloomed in you, and your kisses became urgent.

“Master…” you whispered as Tom delivered wet, open-mouthed kisses along your jaw and down your neck.

He smiled against your skin when he heard the moniker. Last night he was subby and pliant, doing as he was told under your command; this morning, it was his turn to call the shots.

“Wench!” He fisted his hand in your hair and yanked your head back, “Did I give you permission to touch me?”

“No, Master.”

“No, I did not.” He grabbed your ass and squeezed it firmly, pulling your body closer to his. He released your hair and pressed down on your shoulder. “Kneel.”

You went to your knees before him.

You leaned forward to nuzzle his cock with your cheek, but he caught you by the hair, stopping you just short of your prize.

You looked up at him with wide innocent eyes, “Please?”

“Please, what?” His baby blues were boring a hole through your skull. You resisted the urge to smile as you felt the familiar wet heat between your legs.

You swallowed thickly, “Please, Master?”

Entirely in character now, he raised an eyebrow at you but didn’t release you.

“Please, Master, may I please suck on your cock?”

At that, he removed his hand. “Get on with it, you needy whore.” 

He hissed, his toes curling as you wrapped your lips around the head and lapped at the pre-cum dribbling from him.

“Thank you,” you offered before running your tongue from the base to the tip of him.

“Do you think you have earned this? You don’t deserve the honor. What have I told you about interrupting me as I try to work?”

You gave him apologetic eyes as you took him into your throat.

“Ahh, but I am a lenient master.” He stroked the hollow of your cheek with his thumb. “I have too much pity for you, you pathetic creature.”

You moan around him and feel his butt and thigh muscles clench as he let out a sharp breath.

“No more of that. I don’t want to bless you with my seed too soon, little slut. You haven’t earned it.”

You moaned again more wantonly and palmed his heavy balls in your free hand. His head fell back dramatically, and his eyes rolled to the back of his head. You closed your eyes and leaned in as far as you could. His course, blonde curls tickled the tip of your nose, and you felt his hips thrust forward. Your eyes watered, and you gagged loudly but didn’t relent as he fucked your mouth.

“Enough!” he pulled out of you with a growl. A thick string of drool dangled obscenely from his head before falling heavily onto your thigh below. He leaned over and grabbed your chin in his hand, “You disobedient little cock slut!”

Before you could respond, he had you on your feet and bent over the long counter of the vanity. You quickly checked your phone to ensure he was still in the frame, then spread your feet wide as you rested your weight on your forearms.

He chuckled darkly when he put his hand between your legs and found you wet. “You…” he moaned as his long fingers pressed into you. “… so wet… so tight…”

“Please, Master,” you clenched around his fingers, desperate for more. Desperate to feel yourself stretched around his thick cock.

You gasped and jumped as his free hand landed on your ass; the smack echoed around the tiled walls of your bathroom. “Ahh…” you writhed beneath his palm as he rubbed small circles over the red, raised skin.

“Calm yourself.” You bit your lip as he removed his fingers, wrapped his arm around your hip, and started tapping lightly on your swollen clit. “Do you want my seed, little one?”

You nodded, unable to speak. You tried to think of anything but the rhythmic pulse of his fingers.

“You must earn it. My seed is precious. Why should I waste it on you?”

“I… I…” your fingers tried to find purchase on the smooth quartz countertop.

“You are pathetic. You were so easy to bring to my bed. You put up no fight. So eager.” The tapping stopped, and he started rubbing tight circles over you.

“Oh fffuuck T-” you inhaled sharply, “Master.”

 He gave your reflection a devilish grin, “Did you dare almost use my familiar name?”

“I’m s-sorry,” you gasped. You were going to come. He hadn’t given you permission, but you couldn’t stop the crescendo. You went over the edge before you could think to warn him.

Your knees tried to buckle, but Tom pulled your hips back to him firmly. The blissful delirium was short-lived. He removed his hand too soon, and your orgasmic song quickly turned into whimpers. You went to move your hand between your legs to chase the fading feeling of raw pleasure, but Tom caught your wrist and pressed it against the counter.

“What do you think you’re doing?”

“Please…”

He tutted, “Naughty, naughty.”

“I’m sorry, Master. My King.”

He pressed into you slowly. Too slowly. You pushed your hips back to hurry him along. He responded by pulling out of you and smiled as he heard your high-pitched whine.

“Maaassterrr… I need it. I need your cum inside me. Please…”

Tom watched the undulation of your hips as you writhed, desperate for him. His cock was aching for you in return. “Greedy peasant.”

He wanted to deny you, to tease you until you were begging. Another time, perhaps. He couldn’t wait another minute for you, for your perfect little pussy, always so wet and tight for him.

He held tight to your hips and took you roughly. You watched his face in the mirror with your mouth agape and panting. There it was. His bottom jaw pushed out a fraction farther than the top. His lips pulled back over his teeth as he sucked in quick breaths.

He cursed and grunted. The sharp sound of your skin smacking as he fucked you bounced around the room.

Give it to me, baby. I want it all.

He brought the fingers of his right hand back around to stroke your clit. “Come now, my little pet. Come around my cock.”

Your eyes squeezed shut, and you concentrated on the heat building between your legs. Soon, you were crying out Tom’s name as your body twitched and spasmed.

“Fuck, woman…” his pace stuttered, and you felt his cock jerk and throb as he coated your channel.

He ran his large hands all over the soft skin of your back as he tried to catch his breath. Once he finally regained his wits, he caught you giggling at his reflection in the mirror.

“What is funny?” His cheeks were flushed, and his breathing was still ragged.

“I just hope I can walk normally again before my curtain call.”

He gave you another one of his adorably shy laughs that you loved so much, “The show must go on.”

He pulled out of you slowly, most of his spend following and sliding down your leg. He retrieved a clean washcloth from the linen cupboard and wet it under the hot water.

As he cleaned you off, you looked into the camera’s lens, “And, scene.” He laughed with you as you stopped the recording.

“You are going to delete that, right?”

“Let’s not be hasty. When you get this role, you will be gone for weeks with a whole ocean between us.” You winked at him.

“If I get this role, darling. If.” He placed his hand on the side of your neck and rubbed your cheek with his thumb, “But thank you for believing in me. I love you.”

His eyes were sparkling with post-orgasmic magic, and you felt your heart flip in your chest.

“I love you, too.”

He kissed you tenderly for what felt like several minutes before releasing you with a final kiss on the forehead.

Weak-kneed and twitterpated, you slipped back into his T-shirt and went to your dresser to pull on some leggings. You grabbed a hand mirror and motioned for Tom to join you.

“I can’t believe we just made a sex tape.”

“It’s homework. Try not to get too excited.”

“They never doled out homework like this at RADA.” He followed you to the bed, shirtless and barefoot, his favorite grey sweatpants slung low on his hips. He snuggled up beside you as you played back the scandalous video.

“That’s what I look like while I’m…” you peeked at the phone through your fingers.

“No use being shy now.” Tom pulled your hand away from your face and kissed your knuckles, not looking away from the part of the video where you were pleasuring him with your mouth.

He watched the video, transfixed. “Mmm… I’ve changed my mind. Do not delete this.”

You blushed, “It is quite hot, isn’t it?”

He hummed in agreement and adjusted himself in his sweats.

“There,” you hit pause, “That’s the look, babe.”

“The sexy grimace?” he chuckled.

“The one and only. Here,” you passed him the mirror. “See if you can replicate the look while your dick is soft,” you teased.

“Who says I’m soft?” he tickled your thigh as he leaned in to steal a kiss.

“Please don’t get me wound up again. I really do need to be able to walk tonight.”

During the days leading up to the audition, you would catch him practicing his villain face in the mirror well past the point where he perfected it.

When he got the call from the director asking him to be their Loki, he took you out to dinner to celebrate. He wore a bespoke blue pinstriped suit and secretly carried a small velvet ring box in his pocket.

[danielfeketewrites]

DOCTOR WHO TOP 10 - 11th Doctor

My favourite of the New Who Doctors. I started with his era and it changed my life.

10. The World Tree

A recent addition to this Doctor's EU canon, I utterly love this little story. It's another winner of the Paul Spragg Memorial, so you can download it for free on the Big Finish website. I urge you to do so.

9. The God Complex

Having previously written School Reunion and Vampires of Venice, I presume Toby Whithouse's reputation in the Who fandom was something along the lines of "he writes the fun, fluffy ones". The God Complex is his first darker and, well, more complex script. And it really, really works. I have a soft spot for most of his episodes anyway, but The God Complex is probably the most ambitious one. I adore the visceral liminality of that hotel, it's so good. (Also, I choose to ignore that nonsense reveal in The Time of the Doctor.)

8. Apotheosis / The Child of Time

These two basically form a two-parter, so I'm putting them together. Although, for the record, I prefer Apotheosis, contrary to what Jonathan Morris presumes in his commentary at the end of the comic strip collection. Mostly because I love Dan McDaid's art so bloody much, but also because of the atmosphere, setting, clever use of the medium (the stuff with the beard ROCKS), and nuns with guns. But The Child of Time is also pretty great as a big, satisfying finale full of fun twists. I said it before, I'll say it again - Morris is a great chameleon, perfect at writing excellent Doctor Who stories while using voices of other excellent Doctor Who writers. I mean, he admits in the commentary that he wanted to get the strips close to Moffat's style and I think he definitely succeeded.

7. Amy's Choice

It's a shame Simon Nye never wrote any more Doctor Who, because Amy's Choice is a stellar character piece. Toby Jones' Dream Lord is such a memorable presence and the connundrum this episode presents is really fun and unique.

6. Space in Dimension Relative and Time

one best the is it but One Year Doctor's eleventh in one-shot experimental only the not It's. clever really, really it's yet, simple It's. it read go all should you and story timey-wimey unique and fun really a in potential full it's to medium the uses Williams Rob.

5. The Eleventh Hour

The episode that hooked me. The episode that changed my life. I fully believe this is the best episode to show to someone new to Doctor Who.

4. The Rise and Fall / The Other Doctor

A two-parter, with the first part written by Al Ewing and draw by Boo Cook, and the second part written by Rob Williams and drawn by Simon Fraser. I've only read Year One of eleventh Doctor's comics published by Titan, but I strongly feel the story of the Doctor taking on SERVEYOUinc. In a way, the story feels like a conversation not just with Doctor Who's past and present, but also with it's future... It feels like the perfect antidote to Kerblam!.

3. The Day of the Doctor (and The Day of the Doctor)

Listening to Steven Moffat talk about The Day of the Doctor is weird. Everything around the writing and production of the 50th anniversary special seems like hell. And yet, the end result is something that's not just extremely good Doctor Who, it feels like it knows it's good Doctor Who. It looks simple, seems self-assured, appears to know exactly what it's doing. It's a minor miracle. And it's also amazing. Gallifrey falls no more. All thirteen and all that.

Note: This spot is shared between the episode AND the novelisation. I love both of them very much. Go read the novelisation if you haven't read it yet. It's really, really fun.

2. Vincent and the Doctor

Nearly everyone loves this episode and, well, I can't really argue with that. It really is special. I adore it, the greatest celebrity historical the show ever did.

1. The Doctor's Wife

My favourite New Who episode.

So, I am a huge fan of Neil Gaiman. That is probably not a shocking take on this website. My collection of his work currently includes 12 books (1 in Czech translation, the rest in English), 6 comic books (1 in Czech translation, the rest in English), and 1 script book. I love Neil Gaiman.

I love the idea of the Corsair. I actually roleplayed as an incarnation of the Corsair in a game of Cubicle 7's Doctor Who TTRPG at a Red Dwarf convention recently. In front of an audience of like four people.

Hell, I even made a fanart of the Nephew like 6 or 7 year ago. I love the poor Ood and I love the horror aspect of the episode, with TARDIS becoming an abject and unfamiliar place when she gets possessed by the House.

But the reason I love this episode the most out of not just the eleventh Doctor's era but all of the 2005 series is... Well, it's the relationship. The Doctor and his TARDIS. Or, the Thief and his Sexy. It recontextualizes the whole mythology, it recontextualizes the entire series in a way that's so moving and poetic and just... perfect. I love The Doctor's Wife.

[jonathansknife]

More Mina!

I assume you mean more headcanons, in which case here you go! Ty for the ask!!!

Link to previous headcanons

She is around 21-22 years old during the events of the book (a baby :(.)

She feeds stray animals whenever she can.

She's a bit of a jealous person, but feels her jealousy is illogical and tries never to act on it. When Lucy got engaged to Arthur, despite how happy she was for them both, she got a bit sad and thought Lucy might tire of her once she was a married woman. She tried to hide her jealousy but it wasn't very hard for Lucy to suss out. Lucy had to gently remind her that she was already engaged to Jonathan. Mina was just like, “Yeah but that's Jonathan, he's one of us, he doesn't count.”

She, Jonathan and Lucy have all known each other their entire lives. As children they would all talk about getting married and Mina had a running joke of proposing to them both. But before she and Jonathan started courting in earnest, she secretly hoped he would marry Lucy because she couldn't imagine a lovelier couple.

She was very easily scared as a child but grew to love horror. Similarly, she cried often as a child but rarely does as an adult.

Elaborating on her OCD: she mainly has moral/scrupulosity obsessions but also has occasional episodes of distrusting her food, during which she sometimes spends several minutes inspecting each piece. This is especially the case after Dracula (not being able to taste or smell anything but rot doesn't help). Sometimes she worries that her food is contaminated with blood. For this reason, she prefers to make her own food.

Since she likes both fibercrafts and papercrafts, she really enjoys bookbinding. She also finds the process of gathering up a stack of information and binding it together satisfying on a conceptual level. She's probably made at least one fully bound copy of Dracula.

She likes rhythmic counting. She uses it as a calming technique.

She has relatively short hair (about shoulder length) because it was once cut off for purported health purposes (in the Victorian era this was a common treatment for brain fever among other things). She likes having it short.

She has creaky joints.

She enjoys really cursed food combinations that disturb the people around her. Again, especially true post Drac. I'm thinking instant ramen with chocolate syrup levels of cursed.

As a child she wanted to be a priest or an undertaker when she grew up.

Don't give her your pens and pencils if you don't like germs because they will end up in her mouth if she isn't paying attention.

Her hands are very sensitive after Dracula. She used to like when Jonathan squeezed her hands but after what happened she prefers to gently hold his hand or wrist. She often wears gloves.

She occasionally writes poetry. She especially likes sonnets.

She is not genuinely superstitious, but she, Lucy and Jonathan like to cycle through superstitions together to sort of test them out. They spend too much time in cemeteries to hold their breath the whole time, but they often hold it as they enter and leave so as not to spread the cemetery air. For a while they carried pigeon feathers because they were thought to hold off death. (This was generally thought to be a negative thing, prolonging the suffering of the dying, but they thought maybe they could “hack” the superstition and use it to their advantage.)

That's all I've got for now. If you wanted a different question answered regarding Mina (or any character), let me know! My askbox is always open and I love talking about my beloved blorbo <3

Send me character asks!

[doriandrifting]

what's on your s5 wishlist? the silly, goofy things!!!

Argyle and Robin interactions, just because I feel like they could create comedy gold.

Murray vs. Byler (Younger Sibling Edition)

Erica and Murray facing off again

El having an Edwina moment—

Vicki/Robin having more dorky, nervous interactions. Them just like fully solving something by rambling amongst themselves, and no one else in the room can even follow it.

Dustin’s reaction to finding out Robin has a girlfriend. Just the “Oh my god! Is that why you two never—” And Steve’s self-satisfied, “—Jeez. Do you have to be told everything?”

Jonathan and Steve realizing they actually get on well now, but being kinda freaked out by it at first and that being a whole bit—them just side eying each other every time they agree.

More of Joyce being flirty with Hopper and him being totally oblivious like in Russia when he just started talking about how excited for food he was LMAO

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OKAY so i’ll start off by saying i cry at literally nothing ever and i dehydrated myself from crying harder than i’ve cried in 10 years at eddie’s death scene. i’m a tough cookie but not when it comes to silly, goofy, lovable, rock-star nerd eddie munson. am i going through genuine grief? yes! so is my denial misplaced? most likely!! but i have a theory anyway

SO!!!! we know the duffers are not above a fake death/ misleading death (see hopper), so maybe they’re trying that again with eddie. as far as we know, dustin didn’t bring back his body- meaning we don’t have proof that eddie fully died/ remained dead. now yes, he was pretty torn up and overall doing not his best, but was it so much damage that survival would be completely impossible? i feel like maybe not. pain and shock can do some pretty weird shit to the body and passing out is not a crazy reaction to have after being mauled by monster demon bats.

aside from the “medical” reasoning, eddie’s role (although new) is not really as a side character, and to get rid of someone with as much potential as our metal DM would have to have some stronger reasoning than a “redemption” arc with a pointless sacrifice. barb, bob, and alexei were insanely lovable characters and played their parts wonderfully, but mostly their roles were about how they affected other people. barb was there to lead nancy into this upside down business, bob was there to give advice and comfort to will and be that sacrifice of “bob newby the superhero”, and alexei needed to be there to help our adult crew. eddie’s story line was more independent and had a leg to stand on even if the rest of our hawkins crew wasn’t there. he wasn’t tagging along, he became a part of the main crew (minus jonathan, will, el, and mike). eddie dying serves no purpose, except to make dustin sad, and doesn’t really fit in with the previous thing of introducing a character only to kill them at the end. so, maybe, eddie wakes up in season 5, gravely injured and alone, and is trying to find a way out and back to the gang. maybe that serves the purpose of giving us eyes on the inside or maybe it’ll give eddie the chance he deserved to clear his name (SINCE NO ONE ELSE SEEMS TO BE WILLING TO STEP UP AND SAY ANYTHING FOR THE PERSON WHO LITERALLY THREW HIMSELF INTO A HOARD OF DEMOBATS YO SAVE A BUNCH OF PEOPLE THAT HATE HIM) or maybe it’s so he can walk the stage and get the diploma he rightfully deserves. at this point i don’t care what the reason is i’ll be honest. also the writing has been quite strategic in the past, so i feel like maybe they wouldn’t have eddie’s last lines be “this is my year” when it clearly is not. i guess we’ll see.

joseph quinn did also make that comment about wanting to do scenes with charlie in s5. now, granted, that may have been just to fuck with all of us, but i’ll take hope where i can get it.

my theory has no real evidence or proof of any kind to support it, but denial is the first stage of grief and this is how i’m choosing to view it until someone explicitly tells me no. even then, i’ll probably ignore them and keep living in blissful ignorance until 2024 when s5 comes out and throws my heart into a wood-chipper. the duffers aren’t perfect writers by any stretch, but i am choosing to have a little faith that their choices are more calculated than this. thanks for listening to my delusions

edit: joseph quinn just did an interview where he talked about how he would’ve liked to come back for another season, but that he was satisfied with the end of eddie’s character arc. sounds like this death was a real one folks (unless this is all some super extra silly prank)!!! i’m gonna leave this theory up here though in case some crazy, wacky miracle occurs and we are all allowed to have hope again.

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edit/ update pt.2: NEW interview (yes somehow already) reveals that joe really may not know how the future of eddie will play out. he says that he’s been talking with joe keery about ways eddie could make an appearance! so hope is not lost! hopefully the duffer brothers realize that they just made the literal largest mistake ever getting rid of quinn as an actor and eddie as a character and they’ll just do an uno reverse moment <3 essentially: FUCK THIS SHOW FOR PLAYING HOT POTATO WITH MY FEELINGS

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w a l k | stranger things ; j.byers

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𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚛 - 𝚊 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐

↪ summary

--- a walk to school with Jonathan Byers.

↪ pairing / fandom

--- fem!reader x Jonathan Byers - Stranger Things.

↪ warnings

--- tooth rotting fluff. awkward first meetings + awkward and clumsy subtle flirting. Chance makes an appearance because jocks are assholes. Family friendly aside from swearing and a little touching, purely by accident.

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You shiver and hug yourself tighter, wishing you’d had the common sense to grab one of your thicker cardigans. Leaves crunch beneath the sole of your favorite combat boots and the sound is satisfying to your ears, bringing a smile to your face. The smile fades slightly as Hawkins High comes into view, only to grow again when you hear your name being shouted up ahead. As the early morning fog lifts just a little, you spot your best friend Jonathan Byers leaning against a lightpole, waiting on you.

“His car must still be broken.” you muse to yourself as you rush to catch up to the Byer siblings, fluffing at Will’s bowl cut when the younger boy is within arms reach. Jonathan eyes your thin leopard print cardigan in concern. “You’re not cold?” he asks quietly.

“Well, I mean.. I am, but this is the only thing Meredith had clean that offered a shred of warmth. The washer went out last night, man. My jacket was in it.”

Jonathan cringes. The three of you set off again, approaching Hawkins High and Hawkins Middle quietly because none of you are fully awake. The light wind blowing picks up just a little, but it’s enough that Jonathan notices when you hug into his left side and he stops the three of you mid-walk, shrugging out of his denim and fleece jacket, draping it around your shoulders wordlessly. 

“Jon…”

“Take it, little bit. You’re cold. Take my jacket.” Jonathan coaxes, but his tone is just a shade firmer. He knows that if he’s not at least a little demanding with you, you’ll never agree to wear the jacket and you’ll stubbornly freeze your ass off all day long and according to the weather, it’s only going to get colder -and wetter, today.

Will watches the two of you wordlessly as you stare each other down and he smiles to himself. He knows his older brother has a huge crush on you and he’s started to pick up on certain cues that you’re unknowingly giving his older brother that his older brother is totally oblivious to as of late. The shout of his best friends Mike, Dustin and Lucas shatter through the morning and he grins, waving at them before taking off at a full tilt run towards Hawkins Middle School.

This leaves you all alone with Jonathan. 

“Your shoe is untied.” Jonathan nods to your right foot. You grumble to yourself and you’re about to bend down to tie it but he chuckles. “I got it.” he bends down in front of you, your shoe resting on his knee as he ties it.

And somehow, it fills your stomach with butterflies. He’s always done this, as far back as kindergarten when you couldn’t tie your own shoes to save your life and he learned how before you did, but lately, whenever he does little things like this, they feel… More intimate somehow.

You lower your foot when he’s done tying your shoe and you raise to tiptoe, fluffing at his hair. He chuckles quietly, one of his hands settling against your hip and to both of you, it’s nothing more than two best friends who openly show affection. But the other kids are staring again and you happen to glance over just in time to see Nancy Wheeler look down and bury her nose in the book she’s reading on the front steps again.

Jonathan chuckles when you purposely start to jump on the leaves as you walk over them just to hear the satisfying crunch they give. As your usual hangout before school comes into view, he slips an arm around you and you can feel your cheeks burn as you look up and lock eyes with him. He smiles and you smile back.

“It’s colder out today.”

“It is. That just means Fall -and Halloween, are closer though, so bwahahaha.” you mimic your best attempt at an evil laugh and Jonathan snorts as he laughs at you and shakes his head. “Hey, are you walkin home after school?”

“Yeah.” you laugh softly. “I’m always walking home, Jon. You know this, buddy.” you tease him gently, fluffing at his hair again. Melting against him for warmth just a little.

“I’ll wait in the hall outside of Ms. Hofstead’s Home Ec class for you. We can walk together if you wanna… Like usual?” Jonathan asks and he tries to keep it casual. Lately, he can’t seem to spend enough time with you.

Lately, it’s harder to hide the growing crush.

Lately, other people are starting to ask both of you if you’re together and honestly, Jonathan Byers has reached a point where he knows if he doesn’t at least try to do something, he’s going to lose his damn mind.

The same applies for you.

“Yeah! Hey, we can go through the park. Maybe we can get a golden hour shot of those trees this year?” you ask, laughing softly as you twist hair around your finger and tilt your head to look up at him.  

“Maybe!” Jonathan chuckles as he makes his way into the building, leaving you to duck into an alley between the band hall and the gymnasium to smoke your usual first cigarette of the day.

[thebrokengate]

I'm 99% confident that Byler will happen but when i look around me and realize that my irls do not even think of it as a possibility it makes me doubt. Do you also have moments like that?

I don't talk to anyone irl about Stranger Things, but I do have another online friend I talk to about it who is out of fandom. I've shown him a lot of the evidence, and he does agree that they should go with Byler as well, but he is also a lot more pessimistic than me and doesn't think it will happen. I do have days where I doubt myself, but those come fewer now after Vol 2.

I want to make a post on this at some point (maybe tomorrow perhaps or Monday depending on how things go) with examples, but I really don't think they would introduce this style of love triangle at the forefront if they aren't going to go through with Byler. A short rundown: there's two types of commonly used love triangles I've seen predominantly in media, one like the Steve/Nancy/Jonathan love triangle that started this season and one like the El/Mike/Will love triangle that was also forefronted this season. The Steve/Nancy/Jonathan love triangle will likely end in J*ncy because in the few love triangles I've seen that are like their season 4 love triangle, the person in the middle still remains with the person they were with originally when the love triangle started, and this kind of love triangle is one where both love interests have been given a full-blown romantic chance. The El/Mike/Will love triangle will likely end in Byler because only one side of the triangle has been given a full-blown romantic chance thus far, and this type of love triangle, in any film I've seen up to this point, ends with the person in the middle ending up with the person they haven't given a full-blown romantic chance to yet. This is how the first love triangle of Steve/Nancy/Jonathan also ended, with Nancy giving Jonathan a full-blown romantic chance when he hadn't been given one yet. Love triangles typically have a pattern like this in a narrative. I also don't think they would display Will's pain over his love for Mike like this if they weren't planning to make a satisfying conclusion where he ends up with Mike because A) they're not adding new characters so there would be no new love interest and B) displaying a character's pain so strongly serves a narrative purpose. One of the times I can think of this happening is the Bill/Bev/Ben love triangle in IT where, in Chapter Two, we're met with a flashback of Ben crying as he walks away from Bill and Bev who are talking in the field. Pennywise also tortures Ben when he shapeshifts into her, calling him names, and telling him Bev would never love him. But after all the pain Ben goes through, he ends up in a romantic relationship with Bev in the end. (Lmao that was basically a big chunk of my post already here, but I'll expand more on that at a later date)

So, I wouldn't doubt too much. Your irls likely either don't watch the show too closely or are blinded too much by heteronormative thinking. This is also where most of the bad takes from Reddit come from as well. Even face value tells us that Melvin at least is not working out because El doesn't need him (the script also says this very directly), the monologue did nothing (least of all save the world), and Mike can't give El the love she needs because he's treating her as a superhero rather than a person with powers (the contrast in Max treating her as just an ordinary girl with powers - "you have superpowers, what's the worst that could happen?" and the contrast as well with Will where he jokes about how El could use her powers to make them all super rich, but still including her as a person in their plans, whereas Mike continuously refers to her as a superhero or even Superman and displays feelings of inferiority). These are things that most audiences won't fully see on their first watch or two until they start digging into it. Just because you're digging, it doesn't mean it's not there. Paleontologists never would've found dinosaur bones by staring at the grass.

A good portion of the general audience by now has noticed a difference in Milkvan, but some of them tend to point fingers in the wrong direction - for example, blaming Finn's acting and saying he's a bad actor for not portraying Mike as being in love with El, rather than questioning Mike as a character and all his weird actions as of late. Another half of the audience does understand though that their relationship is breaking down. Sometimes things don't click for people initially or sometimes ever, and the ones that it never clicks for and they can never see the possibility of Megalodon not being endgame, are most of the time people who choose not to see it, and some of them will make up the most ridiculous excuses for it of all time. I've seen them. It could be any number of reasons why your irls don't see it, but the important thing is that you do and your media literacy is great. Sorry this got so long, lol. But thank you for reading, and good luck. <3

[phantomoftheorpheum]

expelling my irritation with ST 4 because I need to get it out of my brain (so basically, if you loved the season, probably don’t read this because it will make you mad) - also spoilers for s4, obviously

- first of all, there is absolutely no excuse for this season being nearly 13 hours long in 9 episodes. it could easily have been 8 or 9 hour long episodes and possibly even shorter than that.

- nothing happens in 4x08. nothing. yes, obviously characters do things and have conversations, but really think about where all the characters are when the episode starts and where they all are when it ends, because nothing can justify that taking an hour and 25 minutes (which is longer than some actual feature films); it’s genuinely an hour+ of filler and like maybe 15 minutes of actual content.

- i’ve said it before, but i’ll say it again- the writers have no clue what they are supposed to do with Will as a character because he was not conceived of to play a role as a character, he was conceived of as a plot device and to incite other characters to act. it’s not inherently a bad thing for a character to be a plot device initially, and I don’t even think this is bad at all with how it’s handled in season 1, but if they continue to be a part of your show long term and are presented to the audience as a main character, then it’s important to figure out how to make them something more than a plot device and they have never figured that out for Will.

- listen, it’s not like i specifically want any of the characters i love to die, but this is season 4 and they have had zero guts about killing their main cast. will they do it in season 5? maybe because it’s the last season and they don’t have to worry about people quitting the show. once you figure that out (which if you didn’t figure it out when they revealed Hopper to be alive, then i don’t know what you were watching), it means that the stakes feel unbelievably low, considering  what’s supposedly happening. sure, people will die in s4, but it sure as hell isn’t going to be core cast we’ve been following for years.

- which leads me to- HOPPER SHOULD HAVE STAYED DEAD. The Russia plot line is so unbelievably unnecessary. i’m not going to get into the real world ethical issues i’ve seen people discussing about the filming locations and such because i’ve only seen little bits of it and haven’t looked into what is happening enough to feel like I should platform my opinion, but putting all that aside, this has to be one of the most unnecessarily drawn out plotlines I have ever seen on tv. plus, it makes rewatching season 3 fall emotionally flat at the end because you know Hopper isn’t dead! Hopper’s death & his letter to El were two of the best and emotionally resonant things they had going for them in season 3 and having him alive cuts the legs out from under some of their best work!

- this is a perfect place to add: WE SPEND WAY TOO MUCH TIME ON TOO MANY PLOTLINES THAT DON’T WARRANT IT. Russia, as previously stated, Mike & Will & Jonathan & Argyle (and Suzie), The Basketball jock douche, even some parts of El’s storyline. they. did. not. need. that. much. screen. time. this season would have worked so much better if it had stayed focused on the Vecna plotline as the center (likely needing to incorporate the far flung characters into the actual plot somehow) and anything else that is not in the central Hawkins plot takes minimal screen time.

- alright, i’m not gonna talk about specific ships. as previously stated, there are no ships I’m emotionally attached to in this show, and there are a couple that I genuinely don’t like... but i have to ask- is anyone happy/fully satisfied with how the ship content has played out this season??? because... I feel like no matter what you ship (or dislike), it wasn’t good for you. (I guess with the possible exception of people who ship mike & el or joyce & hopper and 100% don’t care about anything else?) 

- all the retconning of earlier events is annoying because it’s so clear they didn’t plan it out that way and are just trying to make things fit, even if that makes their earlier seasons seem weaker or make less sense. it’s so incredibly forced and i hate how easy it is to tell exactly what they’re doing. 

- why do they have so many (mostly unnecessary) monologues in this season??? please, please stop this. they are exhausting when they aren’t needed. 

- speaking of, did it irritate the hell out of anyone else how often we get scenes where everything stops so the characters can all stand around and lay out all the info we need to know, spoon feeding the story to the audience because they can’t seem to figure out how to have it make sense any other way. you shouldn’t have to do this practically every episode. there are plenty shows with way more complicated plots that don’t spend even a quarter of this much time doing this (e.g. Dark) 

- why does no one have a sense of urgency this season??? like there have been so many instances of characters in supposedly “high stakes” situations where they should absolutely be entirely focused on surviving, just like stopping to have a heartfelt conversation or moment with another character at the worst possible time, but instead of that having any consequences, it’s just ignored by the show.

- what it comes down to, imo, is that this show lost sight of what is was and what made it good in the first place. it was lost in season 3, but it’s even more lost now. they’re so caught up in having “cool” scenes and drowning us in nostalgia in their visuals and music and references, that they’ve forgotten that the simplest of things often hit the hardest.

- there’s a bunch of crap that just doesn’t make sense. it just doesn’t. and they might try to address some of those things in season 5 (or they might never), but a lot of them are just things that they clearly didn’t have an answer to when they were writing and now are trying to think up things to “explain” it.

- i’m sure there’s more i could say, but I’m tired and i am baffled by people thinking this is a well made season of television. there’s no accounting for taste, that’s subjective, but i can’t believe people think the writing and editing, as  technical crafts, are anything short of dreadful this time around. 

- i’m not a monster so i’ll leave this on my positive notes- i like the idea of Vecna (not so much his backstory, but the supernatural being itself) and the powers he has, Sadie Sink has been wonderful this season and has imo the best scene in the season, i do really enjoy most of the cast, there are glimmers of good it’s just that they don’t last very long.

[thegayhimbo]

If you could have anything at all happen in Stranger Things season 5, what would it be?

Lots of things. lol! I'll tag this as spoilers for people who haven't seen Volume 2 yet out of courtesy.

SPOILER ALERT FOR STRANGER THINGS SEASON 4!

1.) They are probably guaranteed to do this, but I want to see more of the fallout from the Upside Down bleeding into Hawkins. Are the main characters planning on moving out, or staying? What will the U.S. military response be? Will the air/atmosphere affect the physical and mental health of the residents choosing to remain? Will there be monsters coming out of the ground at night to slaughter residents? Can the gate be shut again? Those kinds of questions are things I'm interested in seeing explored next season.

2.) I've talked about this before, but I still see an invasion of Hawkins happening in season 5, and I would like to see how that would play out. What would a battle in Hawkins look like between the monsters of the Upside Down, the main characters, and the U.S. military? I personally predict that will happen at some point, and I'm interested to see it.

3.) They need to start giving answers about the Upside Down: Why did time freeze there the night Will disappeared in season 1? How did Vecna get his powers, and why did they suddenly activate the moment he moved into the Creel House? What is the history behind the Upside Down? There's a lot of unanswered questions currently.

4.) I would like the writers to bring Kali back for season 5, and resolve her arc. I want her and El meet up and work out whatever issues they left unresolved in season 2, and maybe even work with the heroes to contain the threat of the Upside Down. I would like them to explore Kali's character more and give her a satisfying ending.

5.) Make Vickie a part of the main cast, flesh her character out more, and actually develop her relationship with Robin. I'm not necessarily asking for a sex scene between these two (though I personally wouldn't care if they did), but I want this to actually be a fully developed LGBT+ relationship that gets just as much attention and care as the heterosexual relationships on this show.

6.) The writers need to stop dancing around Will's sexuality and just confirm whether or not he's gay. I personally would be interested in seeing what would happen if Will confessed to Mike about how he truly feels about him. What would Mike's reaction be? How would this impact his relationship with Will? This could be an arc at the forefront of season 5. I do not want them to wait until the last few episodes at the last minute (like they did in Supernatural) to have that confession happen. They've dragged this out long enough; it's time to pay it off.

7.) Nancy and Jonathan need to have a long, overdue conversation about where their relationship stands. Jonathan needs to stop lying to Nancy, and Nancy needs to start being honest about whether or not she's still attracted to Jonathan. Right now, I'm at a point where I'm seriously wishing all 3 of them (Steve, Jonathan, Nancy) would go their separate ways before someone gets hurt.

8.) I want Steve to survive, and fulfill that dream of traveling around the U.S. in a trailer with his 6 kids. For the record, Nancy does NOT need to be there for this dream to become reality. I personally believe Steve is capable of being single and happy, and that he can adopt kids if he needs to (there's already a joke in this fandom about how Steve adopted the party). If they are going to pair Steve off with a girl, then a.) I do NOT want it to be Nancy, and b.) I want said girl to be given development throughout the season, and not just thrown in there at the last minute for Steve's benefit. But like I said, I personally think Steve is capable of being single and happy, and he'll eventually realize that.

9.) I want to see both Vecna and the Mind Flayer destroyed once and for all.

10.) Max needs to heal and recover soon! She and Lucas have that date at the movies!

11.) I'd like for El to finally find a place where she can be accepted and is neither bullied, used, or abused. I want her to stop being a fugitive from the law, and be able to live some kind of normal life where she isn't being hunted.

12.) I'd like for Eddie to get his name cleared, and for Dustin and the others to make that happen. He died a hero, and he deserves to be remembered as a hero! #JusticeForEddie

13.) Pretty minor in the grand scheme of things, but I want Karen to finally divorce Ted. They've been emphasizing repeatedly that she's trapped in a loveless relationship with him, and I wish they'd pay that arc off already.

14.) More Erica and Lucas sibling scenes! Same with Nancy and Mike!

15.) Considering how season 4 ended, this will probably be inevitable, but I would like the parents (specifically Karen) to find out about the Upside Down and what their kids have been doing for the past 4 seasons.

16.) They need to clarify about what happened to Dr. Owens, and where Colonel Sullivan is. I'm assuming he's coming back as an antagonist, but I'm hoping maybe he'll recognize El isn't the threat he thinks she is, and come to the town's aid.

17.) I would like for Jonathan to have his own story where he isn't playing tag-along to other characters like Nancy or Mike. I know people liked his stoner phase this season (and I'll admit I found parts of it funny) but I want them to have his character grow and figure out what he wants to do with his life.

18.) I want to see Enzo return. I'm indifferent if Yuri comes back.

19.) More Argyle scenes!

20.) Hopper and Joyce need to get married at some point!

21.) I'd like for season 5 to up the stakes like it did this season. I've heard they might try to pull a Deathly Hallows or Game of Thrones where they start killing off both main and side characters, which.........................it depends for me on how that's handled. I don't want to see characters dying just for shock value, but I would also like to feel that none of the characters are safe. And if they are going to kill off main characters, I want their deaths to either have meaning or have a major impact on driving the plot forward.

22.) I want to see the town's reaction to Hopper returning from the grave. How are they gonna explain that?

That's all I got for right now. If I think of anything else, I'll come back to edit! Thanks for the ask. :)

[scu-broncos-in-newzealand]

Where Do I Stand?

Written by Jonathan Terryn, Winter Quarter 2023

I grew up in Switzerland, but my cultural background is all over the place. My mother is American, and my father is Belgian. At home, we would always speak English. Although most of the culture I consumed as a child was American, I could not escape the mark of an upbringing in Switzerland. I learned German and French alongside English at school and developed a love for skiing and punctual public transportation. I wouldn't trade growing up in Switzerland for the world. The only issue with having such a contrasting background is that I always need to decide which side to pick. Am I Swiss, American or Belgian? I never knew how to answer that question. For the longest time, if people asked, I could explain away their confusion. In study abroad, however, people were not as easily satisfied. 

Dissatisfaction has always been a part of my life. I chalk it up to the notion that I always feel dislocated in the places I've lived. In Switzerland, I struggled with the idea that my “Americanization” meant that I could never fully be Swiss. While in the U.S., I've learned that even though my upbringing was in some ways very American, I am unquestionably Swiss. Hence, when I had the opportunity to study abroad, I jumped at the chance. I settled on New Zealand as my study abroad destination because I wanted to get away from what felt too familiar. As much as I love and miss spending time in Europe, I wanted to travel to a region I had never visited. I also hoped that New Zealand would be a welcome respite from my cultural disorientation. I saw it as a place also at odds with its cultural identity and where I could go to be understood. My fantasies, however, were quickly dashed upon arrival in New Zealand. 

New Zealand is indeed a country culturally at odds with itself. On the one hand, it takes pride in its ties to the Commonwealth. Culturally it is very similar to the U.K. People drive on the left side of the road, New Zealand’s official food is very British, many New Zealanders tie their ancestry back to the U.K., and the government echoes the British parliament. At the same time, New Zealand has a distinct cultural identity. Māori culture has a significant influence on New Zealand’s identity. Te Reo (the Māori) language is incorporated into signs, announcements, and greetings. For example, the standard greeting in New Zealand is “kia ora”, literally meaning “be healthy”. Furthermore, Auckland (New Zealand’s biggest city) is a mishmash of different cultures. While in New Zealand, I was grateful to meet so many people of diverse backgrounds, but that didn’t mean everyone I met was as culturally enlightened. 

Many people in New Zealand harbor prejudices against Americans. Anti-American exceptionalism was nothing new to me because of where I grew up. However, when I started studying abroad, animosity towards Americans was at a fever pitch because of the controversial Roe v. Wade ruling. It became hard for me not to lean into "smack-talking" the U.S. because I could always downplay my American heritage. However, while doing so was the easy option, it always felt wrong to disavow the U.S. because I couldn’t ignore my American heritage. 

If I couldn’t ignore my American heritage, I would have to learn to embrace my identity. It was an incredibly draining process. For example, in group introductions, I was often introduced as being "not really Swiss", “a fake American”, or simply American. Each time I opened my mouth I had to defend myself because people would label me American because of my accent. I'd give the same response that went down well enough in the U.S., but people refused to buy my explanations in New Zealand. Having to justify my identity all the time wore me down and made me paranoid whenever I opened my mouth. 

After one night out in Auckland, I remember reaching a tipping point. I remember venting to my friend Rachel as we walked back from the bus stop. She had gone through something similar growing up as a BIPOC in New Zealand. She never knew whether to identify as a Korean or a New Zealander. She let me vent for a couple of minutes, but once she noticed I was running out of steam, she interjected with, “so?” She told me that she had to learn to stop caring about what other people thought about her identity. The only person that she needed to convince was herself. I remember standing there dumbfounded. Could it be so simple? In truth, it isn’t. Or at least it hasn’t been for me. I still bristle every time someone suggests, “you’re not really Swiss”, but over time it's become easier to let it slide. I don’t have enough energy to worry about everyone who doesn’t believe me. I know who I am.

[just-someone-who-likes-to-write]

hello 👋🏻 i was wondering if you could write different kissing/kisses scenarios with Jonathan? just tooth rotting fluff, maybe a desperate kiss where they feel they might lose one another or something yanno? THANK YOU ILYILY

YES!!!

Note I don't have access to my laptop, that's why this time is a bit different, so I'm sorry if this came out weird because I'm typing it from my phone.

Either was I hope you enjoy!

((LOOK AT THOSE LIPS!!.. I'D KISS HIM!!))

• Morning Kiss

Jonathan groaned annoyingly at the one ray of sun light that was able to escape the dark heavy curtains of the equally dark room. His first instinct was to get up from the bed, move to the curtains ,and close them properly. However, that was all forgotten when her realized the small weight that pressed his arm to the bed, he smiled as he looked down at your sleeping face. Carefully, Jonathan layed back down, ignoring the light that woke him up and focused at you. He has said how he loved the look of fear in people's faces, but when he is with you he wants to see nothing but your smiles and the peaceful look you have now as upu slept. Leaning down, he gently pressed his lips to yours and proceeded to shower you with kiss, when he heard your giggles it encouraged him to keep going, until you are fully up, which would take a while. The master of fear had always preferred the night, but since he met you he started to love mornings even more.

•Angry Kiss

"Fuck You!" You yelled before turning away to leave to your room.

"(Y/n), please wait!" Called Jonathan and he walked after you.

"No!" You said mot stopping as you went up the stairs. "You alway do that, you promise you'd make time for me everytime, and lile everytime I belive you, like an Idiot!"

When you were almost about to reach your room jonathan graped your wrist to stop you. It wasn't a strong hold, a gentle one that you could get free if you pulled your hand away hard enough. But you didn't and just stopped in your place but did not face him.

"I know I have been a terrible boyfriend to you, my love." He started. "I am so sorry,but please know that I am truely trying so hard to spend more time with you, but the Legion-"

"The Legion this, the Legion that, with how much you use them as an excuse you sound like a broken record!" You spat before pulling your arm away and faced him. He looked so guilty but you stood your ground. "I know your reputation as a villain is important, and I was ready to be patient through it all, when you have your all nighters, your meetings, and even when you get send to Arkham."

"My love-"

"7 MONTHS!!" He cut him off. "We haven't been able to be alone in the same room let alone set together for 7 months, I don't even remember that I have a boyfriend unless I see the news to see you in it!"

"I promise to be there more!" He said quickly. "I will take a break from the Legion, I will even take us on a vacation to that place you love so much, even if the Legion called me for assistant I will ignore them, I will be here for you for as long as you want me! "

All that didn't effect you because he said it all before, but what calmed your anger is what he said it next.

"Please...don't leave me."

His voice sounded so broken and lost. there was a pause between you two before you let out and angry groan, and get a hold of his shirt collar, which suprised him, and pulled him to you, where your crashed your lips to his. Jonathan was so lost and confused but he didn't pull away and gave in to you. The kiss was so agressive, heated, and before you pulled away you bit his lower lip making him wince in pain. The bute drew a bit of blood.

"You better keep your promise this time." You smirked. "Or I'll have to punish you~"

• Desperate Kiss

Like the joker you were Jonathan's Harley, but unlike the mad clown jonathan never abused you. In fact, he'd always keep you close to him at all times, you were his lab partner, the first head seek their opinion on his next plan, and whenever they'd face the batman, he'd send the henchmen to fight while dragging you with him to escape. There were couple of times where you were caught and sent to jail, and because you are not insane the judge would always send to spend time in regular jail for women which makes jonathan go into a frenzy, needing couple of guards to hold him down as the others took you away. Of course, the moment he escapes arkham he breaks you out the same night.

It wasn't long for a rumor to break loss of the two of you dating. You ignored it, which was hard considering how Harley and Ivy would poke you around to make you "Confess", which was never satisfying since your answer was always "We are not dating". The rumor became a reality, when jonathan confessed his love for you and asking you out for a date. Least to say, you were lovely dovey, even when your relationship lasted years, you still acted as if you were have become lovers recently. Despite the ups and Downs of being beaten by the bat, and seperated in court, you were happy.

Until that Halloween night, where Jonathan had planned something... really... Very ...bad. It was so bad that after you were caught and sentenced to jail for life as usual you found out from TV that Jonathan was sentenced to death. You felt your face grow pale and body grow cold at the news. He was being guarded by batman himself to assure he won't escape, that same night you had sever panic attack that they sent your to the infirmary to calm you down before you hurt yourself or others. You tried to escape by yourself but it always failed and ended up with you being beaten by the gaird and sent to solitary. One night a couple of guards took you away and sneaked you out of jail, you were confused by the lake of show, jonathan would put as he broke you out, but you were still excited, thinking he had escaped and came to get you. But was disappointed when you handed a letter from him telling you leave to the agreed location, and with it was tickets. The same day you escaped prison you left the country with the confident that Jonathan will come after you. Months past and you heard nothing from him or of him. Every day you'd go to the post office and asked if there was any letters by your "Fake Name" but every time nothing, you'd stay up at night thinking he'd be walking through the door every moment now.

After a whole year had and you broke down crying because by now you believed that jonathan had died a long time ago and you were hanging to a hope that wasn't there. You were crying so hard that you didn't notice the warm arms that wrapped around you until you were brought against a hard chest. You gasped and looked uo only to be met with tearful blue eyes of jonathan. You didn't think, you quickly wrapped your arms tightly around his neck and pulled him to a desperate kiss, he kissed you back as his hand went and and down your back to calm you down. When you stopped kissing you didn't pull away and only hugged him tighter and rested your head on his shoulder.

"P..Please ...don't go away.. " You begged between sniffs, thinking this was just a hallucination. "Don't leave me alone again."

Jonathan hugged you tighter, deeply regretting not giving a sign of him being alive, how he broke out, how he needed to do many favors for other villains to help him retire, obtain enough money to last you a life time,and live the peaceful life you both have ever dreamed of.

"I promise, I won't."

• Distracting Kiss

You came home from work excited. They finally gave you the vacation that you have been asking for and you wanted nothing more than to spend it with Jonathan. You were daydreaming about all the things you had planned for the both of you when you almost tripped and fell over something, you looked down and recognized the item as Jonathan's shos.

You let out a sigh. Everytime he leaves his shoes at the door like that, it means that he had hurried to his lab to work again. Normally you'd just shrug it off and just head off and make food for him so he won't starve himself... Again. However, today you will no have that. You put your things aside and went to the basement where he had set a mini lab for him to work in, his original lab was in his secret hideout, but he still set a lab in your home so he won't have to go back and forth over small things. You stopped at the end of the stairs and just stared at a hunched over jonathan who was writing on paper as if it was his last day.

"Jonathan." You called sweetly. He lifted his head to look at you and give you a tired smile before going back to his work. That didn't set well with you. "What are you doing?"

"I am working on a new formula for the fear toxin." He answered not noticing you coming closer. "It came to me on my way back home-"

He stopped talking, writing, and breathing when you wrapped your arms around him, and pressed your front ti his back. But that wasn't what made him stop functioning, it was the kisses you were placing in the back of his neck and with how your hand were moving around his body. He let out a sigh of pleasure that he couldn't hold in.

"(Y/n) dear... Please stop." His voice struggling. "I need to go back to work."

"And I need attention." You pressed your body on him more to be able to whisper in his ear. "A lot of it."

Jonathan tried to resist you could see it. He took his pen again and started to continue writing but this time slower than before. You held back a laugh at his determination, and decided to do your own testing, you started kissing up and down his neck. You knew all his weak spots and so it was only a matter of minutes before Jonathan gave up and turned around to give a direct kiss, which muffled your laughs as he lifted you up to your shared room where he will give you all the attention you want.

•Chaste Kiss

You and jonathan were setting together in the living room, you were watching whatever was on TV on the wide sofa, while he was reading in his seperated chair. Expect, he wasn't reading at all, he was staring at you while resting his head on his hand. You looked so beautiful, that he knew very well when he first saw you, but your beauty became even greater the moment he knew you more. You were so smart, sweet, kind, and most importantly patient. When he would be sent to arkham, when he would come injured from a failed crime attempt, when he made a lab in your basement. The list can go forever, yet she still stayed with him and when he asked her why she just answered with...

"I love you, that's why."

It bewildered him, confused him, he found no sense to give up all that for someone just because they loved them, but the warm feeling he felt by your words silenced everything else. He never told you those words, but that doesn't mean the feeling isn't mutual. His eyes trailed to her lips, which made him realize how in the past he hated any kind of physical touch, that just the mention of kissing made him feel disgust. But now he doesn't seem to have enough from her sweet kisses, even in their intimate moments he would make sure to ravish her lips the most... Aside from other areas.

"Why are you smiling?" You asked pulling him out of his train of thought, you also were smiling but he could also see a bit of blush obviously embarrassed by the realization that he was staring at her while smiling.

Jonathan didn't answer, he careful closed his book and got up and left to the other room, missing the pout you had, but it was quickly replaced with bewilderment as he came back after putting his book away, and instead of setting back in his chair he went to set next to her. (Y/n) still looked confused but pleased, he smiled down at her before placing his hand on her cheek and leaned in to kiss her. He could feel her tense in surprise before quickly relaxing. The kiss wasn't heated or deep, just a simple and gentl kiss.

"Jonathan, what-" you tried to asked after the two of you pulled away but he cut you off with un expected words.

"I love you." He said as he stared into her wide eyes.

He never said those words for he preferred his actions to speak louder, but those simple words seemed to please his lover quite a lot.

•Unexpected Kiss

"Shit!" You exclaimed as you jumped up from your desk and started gathering papers and other items from your desk. Jonathan who once in a while would visit your office for a coffee break looked confused if not surprised by hearing you curse.

"What's the matter?" He asked as he silently watched you go through your drawers searching.

"I forgot my mother is going arrive to Gotham today!" You said as you put stuff in your suit case. "I told her that I'd pick her up after work, but I forgot it was today!"

That's going to be troubling considering the distant between the airport and Arkham." He said casually sipping his coffee.

"I KNOW!" You yelled desperately.

"Want me to drive you?" He asked and you shock your head as you wore your coat.

"Thanks for the kind offer Jonathan, but I'll be able to handle it this time." You said getting ready to leave, you went to your place which was across from him and drank the rest of your coffee.

"Very well, just be careful and good luck." He said getting up to leave.

"Yeah thanks you too!" You said distractedly, but your next action left Jonathan with a look of pure shock, you kissed him on the lips before existing the office. "Lock the doors on your way out, thanks!! "

Jonathan was still staring with wide eyes at the direction you disappeared to. You had just kissed him and hadn't realized it yet, knowing you, you'd probably realize it only late at night when things had calmed down and you were alone with your thoughts. Now, you and him have only been friends in the work place at Arkham, but from your action just now, which happened because of two reasons, you genuinely wasn't aware of it, or deep down you wanted for them to be more than just friends, who drink coffee together, or go out for lunch after work.

He hoped for the later, but to finally find out he'd have to wait untill tomorrow morning, or later that night when she'd probably call him apologizing while being embarassed.

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I hope you guys liked this one and sorry for any error, again I wrote this on my phone.

[jostepherjoestar]

👑Hewwu Queen 👑 is it alright if I request DIO in part 3 meeting his descendant?. Like he basically had a kid accidentally in part 1 and now he’s meeting their great grandkid who looks allot like him and seems to not be fully human. Maybe he meets them at night since their family was traveling around the world and stopped off in Egypt where he found them maybe listening to music?

Since you write for DIO, is it alright if I request that he somehow meets one of his kid after they get into some time travel shenanigans. Maybe his kid has a stand that is kinda similar to his but they aren’t confident in using it

DIO aiding his helpless descendant 

sfw / gn reader 

notes/warnings: implied assault (on your great-great grandmother)

Another case of two anons thinking alike!! It was really fun to think about this and sorry for taking so much time to get to it :o I hope you’ll still enjoy 💖✨also the pacing is strange/fast (to me), but i felt it fit with how frantic i imagine meeting Dio is

Somewhere between irking Jonathan and wishing to destroy any respectful sliver of the Joestar bloodline, Dio had his own way of indulging and spending his time. Men, women; any creature he could manipulate to his will and suck the life out of to join his dark army was welcome in his dimly lit hideout to meet their fate. The self proclaimed god that had surmounted humanity took pleasure in playing with his food; leaving them in complete darkness, literally. He’d let them suffer in silence, hearing them whimper and regret their choice to ever step foot inside the wicked monster’s palace. But it was always too late.

Except for the very night Jonathan had decided to come spoil the fun and ruin Dio’s playtime. The woman hadn’t meant anything to him, just a toy to play with and to later discard on the pile of other bodies strewn about. Was she glad to have been saved by the burly Joestar? At first yes; brought back to her senses, out of that monster’s grasp but left terribly violated. Left to carry and care for the offspring Dio would never know or care about, too busy being left to slumber in the ocean and gaining a new form from his hated ‘brother’.

Dio rose again, skulking in the shadows of dimly lit cities, looking for any and all petty humans and stand users to claim for his side. It took time and patience he didn’t know he possessed to get fully comfortable in his new body. There was always this inkling, a nagging sonar that kept getting louder and louder, not much unlike his connection to the new generation of Joestars. It grasped at his thoughts, kept him from any semblance of peace of mind -as much as he could acquire it- and there seemed to be no way of silencing it. He couldn’t see a clear picture; it was just nothing but an annoying sense of something being near.

He had searched for weeks like a bloodhound hot on a trail, irritated that he of all people, nay creations, was being made to follow and be obedient to the terrible nagging. It angered him greatly and only when he found a mere youngster sitting on a bench, you, a simple looking human, did it boil over. Sat with your walkman resting next to you on the wooden seating, head bopping along to your newest cassette in the middle of the night. Completely lost in the song you’d been drumming along to with your fingers. Dio was furious but knew better than to strike before investigating, he needed answers and he needed them now.

As he got closer to you, sneaking from behind, he noticed an immediate shift. You were no longer alone. An image, a blur that became clearer and steadier and more live-like as each second passed; posing defensively, staring down Dio with a fire in your eyes not much unlike the tall blonde’s. Not for a moment does he fear for his safety. Even though The World is a newly acquired power it could easily wipe out a scrawny kid without even hitching a breath. He smirks, eyes cast over in shadow by the dim street light as he hears you pause your cassette player.

“Oh? Was I disturbing you?’ he mocks in a smirk, catching the way your eyes glint and the vaguely familiar image you awaken in him. Just like before he’s left to figure out who this annoying hazy memory is. His voice shivers down your very being, goosebumps taking over your skin; not sure if you had already missed your chance to run. It was like his glare fixated you in place, finger still resting on the pause button of your player while the other reached up to remove the flimsy headphones.

“You…” you barely get out the word. The accusatory tone you had tried to convey had watered down to a whimper. You had felt the connection too, something nagging at your soul and stringing you along until you’d finally found the source. “Me? Hah! No, you.” Dio slid closer, his steps so quiet and calculated that even though you couldn’t take your eyes off of him you swore it seemed like he floated. You swallowed thickly, the huge figure that excluded an aura so menacing only a meter away from you.

“So. Who are you and why was it so disgustingly annoying to find you?” he joked impertinently, amused by the way you clenched your jaw at his remark. “I could ask you the same.” a brave little spark still smouldering inside. “DIO. Now don’t make me ask again, you’re making me dreadfully inpatient.” He hadn’t felt the need to kill you, at least not yet. Dio was truly curious about your answer but by the looks of it you really didn’t seem to know all that much.

You begrudgingly gave him your name, in need of some answers yourself. The sound of your name didn’t ring a single bell, not a tick, not a clank. Nothing. Not a single step further to knowing anything. “Well it seems like you do have a stand. Maybe you possess a great power that might be useful to me.” that wicked grin on his face told you a little too much of his motivations. He reminded you of those Saturday morning cartoon villains. But still you felt compelled to listen, ignoring every single red flag.  

Deciding to humour him you give out your stand’s name. “Trust me, we can’t really do much.” you huffed. You’ve only obtained your stand recently and honestly, it has been pretty shitty so far. You didn’t know exactly what it could do, it was just there. Any time you felt stressed or in danger it did come to your aid but it remained awfully docile. Their presence comforted you but you just knew it was capable of so much more.

“Are you a vampire?” The sudden question came out more surprised than Dio had hoped to let on. He regained his posture, opting to slide next to you on the bench with a swift move. There was something… off about the way you carried yourself that reminded him of himself and the other vampires he’d created. The question stunned you, your eyes that had already been widened in shock only growing more so. The way he had changed the entire conversation that had barely earned its start urged you to think quickly. “I don’t know.” you mumbled demurely. You really didn’t know. So many weird things had been happening to you lately that you being a vampire would explain a lot.

Your answer seemed to change the imposing man’s gaze and expression. It hardened a bit, his grin now slowly diminishing into a straighter line and his pointed brows resting down at a more natural angle. Even in this low light his image felt so familiar, like you were already supposed to know who he was but the memory remained hidden. Locked away for your safety. “You should feed. And don’t go out in daylight anymore.” Dio paused for a second. “Strange...” He pondered to himself out loud. He’s only seen a few cases like this, vampiric genes passed down through generations. For some reason he pitied you, as much as he could muster it. The unknown bond you shared felt too unusual to write off.

“What am I supposed to do?” you felt tears prick your eyes, trying your best to remain strong but you’ve been so tired. You couldn't confide in anyone, not about this. Tears started rolling, falling in thick streams down your cheeks and dropping onto your lap. Here you were, crying to a stranger named Dio about being a vampire and having weird powers. A bizarre twist of fate.

“First of all, stop crying. Then, widen your stance when you’re about to fight someone. I could have easily knocked you down with that flimsy imitation. Fix your posture while you’re at it. Call out your stand again.” He rattled off his demands quickly and flatly. Was he helping you? They were barbed complaints but it seemed like he actually wanted to aid you in whatever it was you were going through. You sniffled, wiping at your cheeks. You felt like a kid again; asking your parent for any reassurance when life knocked you down.

Dio actually offered a lot of viable advice, telling you about techniques to silence your steps, how to take someone down easily, to feed on humans within an inch of their life. You had asked him, just in case. You weren’t planning on killing anyone; a comment which made him scoff. That intimidating impression and overall feeling of having to bend to his will had lessened the more you talked to the blonde. He casually sat with you for what felt like hours. He hadn’t divulged into his own history, instead asking you about yours. He was still trying to figure out what this weird pull was.

“No one in your family has experienced anything like this before? Hmph. It seems to have skipped multiple generations then.” he was asking about your great grandmother and all the others that came before you. It could have occurred to them but you would have never known. “My family did come from England, though. My great-great grandmother fled in a hurry. We don’t really know why, Windknight’s Lot seems like an unusual place to frantically run from.” As soon as the small town’s name left your lips everything fell into place for Dio. His grin grew again, satisfied to finally know your connection to him.

Family.

One he made for himself, by accident, by a relation created on his own devious whim. Not that horrible Joestar bunch that kept ruining his fun or his horrible father that was but a faint minuscule memory. Something he did. It brought him even more satisfaction to know how perfectly in place it felt for you to be the one to develop these powers at the perfect time. His mind could have exploded with possibilities; a thousand ways to make you join his side. But it didn’t, he wasn’t sure that’s what he wanted yet. And he surely wasn’t going to tell you of your bond either, lest you get attached too quickly.

As you finished up and the early signs of a rising sun were starting to make itself known on the horizon, you were saying your goodbye’s. “Thank you for helping me. Truly, I- I don’t know how I-” you weren’t allowed to finish your earnest thanks. Dio knew you meant it, one of the only few truly grateful acknowledgements he’s ever received. “I’ll be taking over the world in a few months. If you feel so inclined to join, you know where to find me.” His lips curled into a smirk and he was making his move to leave you behind, alone on the bench again. Left to scramble for your stuff to try and stop him but he was already out of sight. “WAIT! I don’t know where to find you! You never told me!” you yelled into the empty streets, heart thumping out of your chest, hoping this wasn’t just a very elaborate dream you were caught in.

“Trust your instincts.” The voice felt incredibly close but so far away, like catching a falling snowflake; as soon as you grasped it, it just melted away.

[what-the--curtains]

In A Week

Part 4/4 - This Feeling

(Frankie Morales x f!reader)

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Summary: With the wedding day finally here will your true feeling be revealed or will you leave the way you started? As nothing more than strangers.

Authors Notes: THE FINALE (for now??), this story was so nice to write and all y’all r angels for just reading it let alone liking/sharing it (really i could cry💕🌻💕) so thank you🥺🥺

Song used in Story: This feeling - Alabama Shakes (highly rec u listen!!)

Tw: swearing, drinking, allusions to sex and past toxic relationships.

Tagged: @agingerindenial @icanbeyourjedi

Words: 2.0k

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Day 5

A thunk followed by the unmistakable beeping of the snowplows working hard at clearing away the snow from the roads and parking lots wake you. You let out a disappointed sigh when you notice the distinct lack of Frankie beneath you. Almost as if on cue he walks in with a bottle of champagne, orange juice and two glasses.

“Are you ready to get wasted?” he says, as you shift up in bed.

“On one condition.” you offer smacking your lips mouth tasting like morning.

“Which is?” He asks, tilting his head.

“We get fully dressed up for this wedding. I didn't spend hours contemplating outfits to not put one on.” you barter, prepared to fight with him to get what you wanted.

“Absolutely,” he agrees, much to your surprise “that tux was not cheap, and it was supposed to be back two days ago, so not getting that deposit back. Should we call the brides to be before we start drinking?”

“Probably a good call,” After multiple phone calls and various congratulations you found out they were going to be live streaming the ceremony for all the people stranded by the storm. You and Frankie have a lazy morning before it's finally time to get ready, you stand up swaying slightly from the few drinks you'd already downed. Frankie takes the suit into the bathroom giving you the room to change and to do your hair and makeup. You go to pull out your dress and as you do the lingerie you’d packed falls out onto the floor. Your heart drops for a moment before deciding to put it on, not for Jonathan, or even Frankie, but for yourself. You pull on the light pink velvet mini dress you’d settled on, and sling on the black open toe heels. Walking into the kitchen you pour yourself a glass of wine. You hear him clear his throat and you turn around. You're taken aback by how well Frankie cleaned up, no hat, hair styled and a perfectly fitted suit.

When Frankie enters the room, he stops in his tracks, continuing to stare when you turn to face him. If this had been at the wedding, he’s sure he’d have picked you out of the crowd instantly. He’d probably have spent the whole night hoping you'd talk to him only getting upset when you didn't even give him a second glance.

“Cat got your tongue?” he asks, breaking the silence first, beyond pleased at how he’d managed to impress you.

“Something like that” you offer, handing him a beer

“Well, we’re in luck because I was specifically told to provide drinking games for the reception, so” he says pulling out some red solo cups and ping pong balls from his bag.

“Who's bad with their hands now” he asks as he sinks another cup, winning 4 consecutive games.

“No fair! You’re cheating.” you say with a humph.

“I'm not, your technique’s just sloppy and lacking strategy” He mocks.

“I have a strategy” You state defensively, mouth open in faux anger.

“Flashing yourself in an attempt to distract me, isn't a strategy” he says licking his lips as his smile turns into a full blown smirk

“Excuse me.” you say, crossing your arms over your chest shifting your stance and arching an eyebrow, challenging him.

“Oh I'm sorry, is that not what you're doing?” he chides, smirk still prominent.

“Well it use to work” you mutter, embarrassed at having been called out

“Ya on idiots who can't control themselves come here, I'll show you to sink it everytime,” you walk over and he positions himself behind you, he's close enough that you can feel his chest heaving slowly behind you.

“Relax your arms” he says, shaking them out for you. “Okay this arm, drop it, keep it relaxed, only use it for balance if needed. This arm..” he says grabbing your wrist “ this is where the action is, alright keep your elbow locked, none of that wobbly shit I saw earlier. It's all about the flick and the follow through, keep it strong.” He watches as you repeat the motions without his hand guiding you and it goes in. You turn around and lift your arms up victoriously, they quickly find their way around Frankies neck and he lifts you up off the ground, faces dangerously close when he puts you back down on the ground.

“We should order a pizza, I think some places are open” you say quickly turning to your phone and ordering something from wherever it was open.

After watching the ceremony, you're sitting on the counter laughing as Frankie proves to you he can in fact eat an entire piece of pizza in three bites.

“Told you” he says

“Well consider me out witted” your phone beeps, you turn it over assuming its Stella or Santi or Gen but it's not. It's John the second you see his name pop up on your phone your stomach drops. Frankie sees the change in your demeanour, everything about you suddenly appearing small. Frankie grabs the phone from your hands “I swore an oath to prevent shitty guys from ruining the party tonight”

“How did you…? Whose orders? Did Santi tell you?”

“Maybe. Holy ….” Frankie says eyes wide when he accidentally sees the message that has been sent to you.

“What?” you ask, afraid at what he’d just seen.

“Nothing!” he lies, shaking his head blinking hard to get the image out of his head.

“Now you have to tell me!” you say hopping off from the counter and making your way towards him. Reaching for the phone which he's holding over his head. Your place you hand on his shoulder trying to balance yourself as you make another grab for it, but you're not even close. You plant a kiss on his cheek causing his arm to drop immediately allowing you to grab the phone.

“Ha!” you say, failing to notice the dejected look on Frankie's face.

You’re walking towards the counter to reply when something comes over you, maybe it was the way Frankie had made you feel these last few days, maybe it was finally coming to your senses, but you turn back to face him. You stare up at Frankie whose eyes are on the ceiling.

“Can you delete him, from all my shit, and block the number” you ask, offering him your phone.

“Really?” Frankie says

“Ya I can't do it but I want it done,” you say, pushing the phone towards him, more vigorously this time.

“Well it'd be my pleasure, guy sounds like a dick,” he says, taking the phone from you and scrolling through wiping away any remnants of the dude.

“Thanks” you say as he hands the phone back to you.

“What did you see in him? Well actually based on the photo he sent maybe I understand,” he murmurs.

“Francisco Morales” you say, mouth agape.

“I'm not the one who sent it!” he says lifting his hands up in defense.

“You wanna dance?’ he asks “I got the playlist from Pope, may as well have some fun, really forget about Jackson.”

“Jo.. you know it doesn't matter and you’re right,” the both of you dance like idiots for a while, twirling around the room in an embarrassingly cliche way that would be better suited to a John Hughes movie than a makeshift wedding reception. As the next song begins, the slow pacing shifts the tone.

I just kept hoping, I just kept hoping

The way would become clear

You stop your dancing, as does Frankie and a dread akin to that of being at your first middle school dance wondering if you'll be asked to dance or not comes over you. You both stare at each other for a second before Frankie offers you his hand, if he was waiting for a moment, this was it.

I spent all this time

Tryna play nice and fight my way here

See, I've been having me a real hard time

But it feels so nice to know I'm gonna be alright

He pulls you into him and you sway in time to the music. One hand on your lower back, the other one holding your hand as you rest your head against his shoulder. His thumb gently rubs over yours. The sensation comforts you causing a wave of relief which causes your eyes to water.

So, I just kept dreaming, yeah, I just kept dreamin'

It wasn't very hard

I spent all this time

Tryna figure out why

Nobody on my side

“You okay?” he asks, hearing you sniffle, you nod looking up at him and he briefly untangles his hand from yours to wipe away the tear that had fallen

“I'm sorry, if I...” he starts softly, thumb tracing gently over your cheekbone.

“No, it's not you, well it is, but it's not bad” you offer, satisfied with the response he takes your hand in his again and continues swaying.

See, I've been having me a real good time

And it feels so nice to know I'm gonna be alright

So please, don't take my feelings

I have found at last

So please, don't take my feelings

I have found at last

Yeah, if I wanted to, I'd be alright

“why'd you decide to delete him” Frankie whispers, barely audible

“Moment of clarity I suppose” you say into his shoulder.

“Which was?” he presses, not looking down to you.

“Just realized how I could have been being treated in a relationship.”

“Should have been being treated,” Frankie corrects.

“I can't believe I let him do that to me for so long, im so stupid” you mutter

“Blames not on you, blames on him for not realizing what he had, seriously if I had you id….” he stops himself not wanting to take advantage of a vulnerable situation.

So I just kept going, I just kept going

And hoping I'm growing near

Well this good and fine, I spent all this time

Tryna find my way here

And I've been having me a real fun time

And it feels so nice to know I'm gonna be alright

“You’d what” you ask, having mustered up enough courage to finally find out if what you were feeling was reciprocated.

“Id never let you go, at least i'd do everything in my power to make sure you’d want to stay with me”

Please, don't take this feeling

I have found at last

You reach your hands up to his face and pull it down to meet yours, lips colliding for the first time, but the sensation washing over you felt familiar. It felt like you’d finally come home.

Please, don't take my feeling

I have found at last

He slowly moves the two of you back towards the bed never departing from your lips for more than a moment.

“You uh..you sure you want to do this,” he asks, as you run your hands up and down his back.

“Ya, you?” you question looking up at him through your lashes.

“Yes, absolutely.”

If I wanted to, I'd be alright

Yeah, if I wanted to, I'd be alright

The sun from the blinds that had been accidentally left open seeps into the room. The warmth hitting your naked shoulder. You smile when you look down to see Frankies arm wrapped loosely around your waist.

“Well my long con worked, I finally got the side of the bed I wanted,” you tease.

“Mmm” he says as you shift round to come face to face with him kissing his nose. His eyes flutter awake and he smiles, kissing you on the forehead as you snuggle into his chest for a moment before moving to get ready for the day. His arms tighten around you trapping you against him.

“Frankie, we have to get moving” you giggle.

“Nope, I was serious last night. I'm not planning on letting you go”

“So I’m trapped here forever?” you laugh

“Would that be so bad?” he wonders, and you settle back into him knowing that nothing would be better than spending the rest of your days here with him.

[beclynn-herondale]

hi!

hope you are well ❤ and i hope it's fine if i talk about robert adopting jace!

since this is totally related to robert's homophobic behaviour i'll have to mention it, take this as a trigger/content warning to anyone who may need it! (you probably know a lot about it already but i guess many people don't actually understand robert's side, and not sure if i even need to say it, but everything next is canon or based in canon information, i'm not making up anything) so here's my analysis:

so first i'll mention the basics: robert adopted jace (as jonathan wayland, michael's child) because of what he did to michael in the past. what exactly does that mean? he was trying to compensate what he did to michael. and how this compensation works? helping michael after his death?

something kinda obvious i guess is that robert felt miserable most of the time, for multiple reasons combined. one of them being his intense self-loathing/none self-steem, also caused for multiple reasons. for most of his life robert was ashamed for.. existing, basically, i mean he really was extremely ashamed of himself in general. another reason, more specifical, was michael. i won't explain the effects of a dead parabatai to a shadowhunter, but in was mentioned in later books how the life-death separation of robert and michael devastaded both of them, and that's just the parabatai part. along with their other complications, it was all very harmful, and robert is shown getting triggered under mention of michael.

now there's something one needs to understand so they can understand 1) robert's self-loathing over michael and 2) robert hoped adopting michael's son would "redeem"/"forgive" him?

see, on robert's opinion, homophobia is unforgivable. really.

nobody ever lectured or told him this. that's his actual opinion on homophobia. and that was his opinion on the matter years before alec was born or any shadowhunter close to robert cared about it. when robert was a 80's teenager, he thought it was unforgivable, and he kept thinking that through the years. this is important 'cause it's a impression of mine that a lot of people think robert was actually anti gay people and then changed his beliefs for alec's sake, and this is absolutely incorrect. robert knew that discriminating people for their sexuality was wrong — and he hated himself for doing it to michael (and afterwards to alec, but then it was mostly a misunderstanding)

said that, we know michael was something like a ugly open wound in robert. because, as i mentioned, they missed each other, and robert had to cope with the fact that he was horrible to michael and he knew what he did was horrible, and he just had to live thinking of himself as trash. michael was a extremely sensive topic and thinking about him hurt too much. that's how alec and isabelle ended up taking many years to find out robert had a parabatai, because robert never even mentioned michael. they only found out who michael was because of jace's adoption.

now i'm getting close to the point. robert didn't want anything to ever remind him of michael, because it hurt too much (that was the main reason he didn't react well to alec's relationship with magnus!!!!! his children took a decade to find out michael even existed!!!!). and that's why i can't agree with the idea that robert only adopted jace to feel better with himself.

obviously valentine can't really be trusted as a source of information, but he was probably who best knew robert after michael, and his entire plan relied on robert taking jace in for michael. now, according to him, he knew robert would do that for michael. and how could him be so sure? robert had to actually fight maryse to adopt jace, and valentine trusted he would do it over michael. valentine thought very low of robert, so that's really something.

if robert only wanted to feel better about himself, adopting jace wouldn't make any sense to him, first because, well, robert's self-loathing is deeper than that (and he would know it better than anyone), but i know people in pain don't always act logical and robert is a great example of this so, second, as i showed, michael is a big emotional trigger to robert and he gets very upset about. we don't know how much and how often robert and maryse got agressive with each other, but their fights about adopting michael's child envolved a lot of shouting, and this is not the only context we see robert getting upset over michael.

(as if this wasn't evidence enough, in the wicked ones we are directly informed that all of robert agressive and permanently triggered and dangerous vibes are nothing more than hurt over michael. that's really something)

if thinking of michael was so triggering to robert at the point he hurts people - and people he love (maryse, alec) over it, how adopting michael's son and taking care of him with his presence as a permanent reminder of michael (and that michael was gone) would make robert feel better with himself? and, even more: he wouldn't expect jace to look like michael, as he did expect. if he was thinking mostly about himself, he would be satisfied finding out jace's looks don't remind him of michael, but instead he was awkward and got worried about how jace was feeling.

so what was this about? robert says he was trying to compensate for what he did, as according to cassie, "awkwardly and painfully trying to convey that he loved michael." and yeah, doing something good to michael would make robert feel better, because he loved michael and doing good things to michael makes sense to him. robert never expected what he did to michael to be forgiven, but he did want to demonstrate that he loved michael and that he could be better than that - better than what he had done - for the people he loved.

that was a ride, sorry any mistakes (not native english speaker) and i hope you like these observations, since i understood you liked my last robert analysis

xoxo, thank you for your attention 💓

Hello again, flower

I'm hanging in there 😎

Sorry it took me a bit to answer

I actually got a new perspective on Robert from this. And I love the way you explained this. I don't have too much to add, but a little.

I do agree that he wasn't as homophobic as some might think. He was afraid of what other people would think, and in which case, did end up kind of being that way.

I think if Robert hadn't been so afraid of what people would have said, (I do think the trauma he had with the rune played part in this. As he didn't want to have something else people felt he should be ashamed of), I think he would have actually accepted Michael. It was a very complicated situation and it was cringe a little to, but there's so much to unpack there. And I do believe there's always at least two sides to a story. We know he was a little homophobic with Alec, but he acknowledged it and started changing his ways, which is all you can ask for in this case. I appreciate him trying to change and be better, as I am a sucker for redemption and growth and change. Sometimes change is all that can be done. It won't erase the hurt that was caused but it does mean there won't be anymore hurt done, and I think that's what matters.

Also, the stuff with Jace I very much agree with. but I think it also left Jace feeling like the only reason they took him in was because they thought he was Michael's son, we know that isn't actually true and they love Jace for Jace. I think itleft Jace struggling a little bit though. But in TDA it kinda seemed like him and Robert had somewhat of an improved relationship, as Jace said that Robert had mellowed out a lot since he had become a grandfather, and he wasn't so bad. I do think Robert was fond of his children he just didn't express it openly with them. We do however see him doing it with his grandchildren, everytime he called Max, his M & M, I thought it was precious.

And I fully believe he apologized to Michael in the afterlife and they are hanging out, and taking care of Max. I also believe he tells the other Circle members there about TMI Gang. Mostly about his kids.

This is also a stretch but I think they Robert and Jace could have bonded over their experiences with runes. Jace didn't have the same experience as Robert, but we Valentine marked Jace early, and marking Nephilim children early gives them terrible nightmares. I think there could have been an understanding between them. But we know neither of them like to talk about their trauma. And definitely don't like to talk about their feelings lol.

Hope you are well 💛🧡