#and i hate how i get a defensive attitude towards everyone when that's not my nature

[surftrips]

BAD REPUTATION | LUKE CASTELLAN

DISTRACTION — CHAPTER 03

pairing luke castellan x fem!ares!reader

summary y/n's guitar practicing is interrupted several times.

author's note slowly introducing more of the social media aus into these fics! you can view all of the characters’ twitter accounts here.

→ installment of this au read for context

The weather outside was beautiful. Kids were strewn out around camp, some were by the lake while others found shade in the armory or stables. You, however, were in your cabin all alone. You knew that this was one of the few times it would be empty, so you snuck away from archery to practice your other instrument– your guitar. 

You began strumming the first few notes to a song you had been working on. Quietly singing the lyrics to yourself, you were reminded of a time before camp.

It was back when you were still with him. You recall how your back leaned against his as he helped move your fingers to the correct strings, how he guided your hands to the right positions, he was always so patient with you. But that had all come crashing down when the monsters in your head became real, too real for him to deal with. 

Anyway, that was a long time ago now. You went back to strumming your guitar and tried to push the memory away, but you couldn’t. You hated that he still occupied your mind, no matter how hard you tried to move on. 

You thought that coming here would help, and it did for a while. Other boys became distractions and temporary fixes, but then there was Luke, who confused and terrified you.

When Annabeth and Clarisse brought him up at your sleepover the other night, you felt the need to hide. The bravest girl in camp, and you couldn’t face your own feelings. It made you feel weak, and you hated that.

Realizing that you got distracted once again, you resumed singing for a third time. 

It wasn’t long before you heard the sound of keys dropping followed by“shit.” You looked up from where you were sitting cross-legged in bed to see who it was.

“Hello?” you called out.

A bashful curly-haired boy peeked his head into your door. You frowned. 

“Hey Y/N, sorry for interrupting you,” Percy said, slowly. 

“Aren’t you supposed to be training right now?”

“Y-yes,” the boy stammered. “But Luke needed me to get something from Hermes cabin for him.”

“You do realize this is Ares, right?” 

“Right, I just-” 

“Just…?” You knew you were being a little rude to the boy, but it had been a while since you messed with the campers. You couldn’t have them thinking you went soft all of a sudden. 

“Sorry, I was just walking by and I heard someone singing and I figured it must be you, so I just stopped for a second to listen.”

“Okay, stalker.” 

“I wasn’t stalking, I swear!”

“Whatever, just get going before Luke gets mad at you too.” 

Not needing you to tell him twice, Percy rushed away. Sighing, you went back to your guitar for the umpteenth time. 

📥 INCOMING MESSAGE FROM: PERCY

You enjoyed about 30 more minutes of peace before you heard a soft knock on your door. Grumbling, you climbed out of bed, ready to scare the camper away. 

“I swear to god-” you started.

“Hey, hey, I come here in peace,” Luke put his hands up defensively. 

“Ironic because you’re actually disturbing my peace. What is it with everyone bothering me today?” 

“Look, I came here to apologize for Percy earlier.”

“You wasted your time because this could have been a text then,” you said. You were usually nicer to Luke than the rest of the campers, but you hadn’t been in a good mood recently, not since the sleepover and not since you started working on this song. 

He must have noticed your change in attitude toward him because he asked, “Is everything okay?”

“Yes,” you said quickly. “And even if it weren’t, I’m not going to bother you with my problems.” 

“You’re not a bother,” he responded sincerely. 

“Well, I’m glad you think that. But us Ares kids, we have to take care of ourselves. I’m used to it.” 

“Just because you’re used to something doesn’t mean it’s the way things should be.” 

“Oh, my bad, Castellan. I didn’t take you for a philosopher.” 

“Alright, whatever. I just came to apologize for Percy, I’ll leave you to your moping.” 

“Hey! I’m not moping!” you said, defensively. 

“It sure does look like it,” he said, scanning the room and landing on the mess of sheets on your bed and the snack bags you had discarded haphazardly on the floor. 

“I’ll have you know I’m actually working on a very special project, so. This is what the room of an artist looks like.” 

“Oh?” he chuckled. “Is that so?”

“Mhm, I can show you.” 

“Alright, bet,” he found a spot next to you on your bed and watched as you set up your guitar. 

You strummed the first few verses of your song, hyper-aware of how close the boy next to you was right now. You could feel his breath on the back of your neck, and closed your eyes as you slowly allowed yourself to lean into him, softly singing the lyrics. 

When you got to the chorus, you cleared your throat. “Uhm, here is where I’m getting stuck a bit, because everyone keeps barging in here.” 

“Is this the part where you ask me to leave then?”

You stared into his brown eyes. You wondered how anyone’s eyes could look so soft, could hold so much emotion. Did he look at everyone like this? 

“Y/N?” he said, after a moment.

Shit, how long were you staring at him for? And was your mouth open the entire time? 

“Sorry, I thought I saw something in your eye. Probably just a piece of dust,” you laughed nervously. “Uhm, yeah, I think I need another hour or something to finish this song, but I’ll see you at the campfire tonight, yeah?”

If Luke was disappointed, he didn’t look it. “Yeah, of course, I gotta head back to my counselor duties anyway.” 

He saluted you playfully as he turned around to leave, being sure to close the door after him.

[taintedcigs]

✦ SOMETHING LIKE THIS | eddie m. x reader ✦

wc: 6.3k+

pairing: eddie munson x f!reader

warnings: nothing rlly, partying, drinking, kissing, fluffy fluff, angsty if u squint!, high mention?, drinking games!!, truth or dare bc im such a cliche <3

summary: a truth or dare game with eddie reveals some truths between the two of you.

authors note: omg i feel like i haven't posted in forever and this so LONGG and if u can guess which show i was heavily inspired by when i wrote the closet scene i will give u thousand of kisses. as usual i kinda hate this and the ending but this took forever to write and idk i just love friends to lovers eddie SOO MUCH. this is proofread but i only read it once so pls ignore any mistakes !! also if u guys enjoyed this pls LEAVE FEEDBACK, come talk to me in asks, requests r open!! ily all sm, mwah, em!

You scoffed as you made your way past the drunken slimy bodies, pushing everyone out of the way until you finally made it into the kitchen, having no idea how Steve had managed to throw a bash this crowded and your head was spinning too much to care now.

Stumbling a bit your feet picked you up toward the drink stand, shaking the empty bottles, you sighed. "Really? All of them?" you huffed annoyed as you turned around, spotting Robin with a bottle in her hand, you smirked.

"Robin! You are my hero." You giggled as you approached her, grabbing the bottle despite her protests as you chugged a huge sip, your face contorting at the taste.

"Jesus, slow down! You're going to get black out drunk again and then complain all day tomorrow." Nancy came up behind Robin as she scoffed, this is what you had been doing all week, and Nancy was starting to get worried but you rolled your eyes at her, while Robin gave her a 'don't say that' look.

"C'mon Nance, let her be. She's got enough on her plate as it is!" Robin made a suggestive look as you took another sip, turning to face her.

Nancy pursed her lips as she shrugged. "And what does that mean?" You asked, knitting your brows together. Robin pointed towards Eddie, and your eyes followed.

He was chugging the beer he had a firm grip on, face contorting as he took more and more sips, your heart dropped to your stomach at the sight, you knew he would be here, yet you couldn't help the tingles that overtook your body when you saw him.

You were so stupid.

"I don't know what you mean." You shrugged your shoulders, lying through your teeth, Eddie had been sort of avoiding you for some time, and now, for a whole week, he was acting as if you didn't exist.

You didn't know why or how, but it was eating away at you.

Spending your days drinking and smoking away your feelings had become a regular habit ever since he had started avoiding you, and Nancy and Robin had started to get worried about your current coping mechanism.

To say you were feeling hurt would be an understatement, you and Eddie were supposed to be friends, best friends even, in the last four years, you had grown close to him, so close that being away from him even for a second hurt.

And now this distance, his cold attitude, not returning any of your calls, and eventually pretending as if you didn't exist, was eating at you, your own insecurities were bubbling up at the surface.

What was so wrong with you that Eddie couldn't even tell it to your face?

"I mean, it is weird, I've never seen the two of you apart for an hour, let alone a week." Robin spoke up, mentally cursing herself for not being able to stop blabbering and Nancy gave her a look, one that meant, 'not the fucking time' and you narrowed your eyes, hurt twinging in your chest.

"Shutting up now?" Robin asked awkwardly, shrugging her shoulders in defense, "I hope." You replied, trying to hide the hurt in your tone.

Your eyes searched for Eddie again, he was now conversing with Argyle and Jonathan, he looked uncomfortable, he could feel your gaze on him and he was doing everything in his willpower to not meet your disappointed eyes, he knew he would soften up the second he saw you.

"I think I have a plan." Nancy muttered to Robin behind you as they quickly left your side, you were too busy to notice anything as you leaned on the wall chugging the bottle again, face feeling numb.

You meant to talk to him, ask him why he was avoiding you, but you were afraid of his answer, what if Eddie didn't want to be your friend anymore?

What if Eddie was going to tell you how much he started hating you and that he never wanted to see your face again?

You would much prefer the distance rather than be shunned by him. You doubted you could handle anything without him by your side.

You knew what you felt for him was far beyond friendship now, but you never could fully admit to it.

For months, Nancy and Robin had been trying to get you to admit to it, but you had always refused, saying the two of you were 'just friends.'

But you knew, and they knew that people who were 'just friends', didn't do what you two did, friends didn't have movie nights where they ended up cuddling each other and falling asleep in each other's arms, sometimes, Eddie would even place a kiss on your forehead when you fell asleep, tucking you in as a grin took over his lips, seeing how peaceful you were.

Friends didn't have dates in Eddie's van, seated in the back as the both of you ashed a joint, wasting away the night before you watched the sunset with him, his childish grin as he told you all of his stupid jokes feeling like a kick in your stomach now.

And you knew, you knew, friends didn't look at each other the same way both of you looked at one another.

So, you were nervous, nervous that you had fucked up the only good thing in your life, nervous of what he might say to you.

But this apparent nervousness was nowhere to be seen when you had drunk this much. Before you knew it, you found your two feet dragging you to his side, unable to take control of yourself, the drunk you had decided that you had enough.

You slid past the drunk bodies standing in the way of Eddie, your fingertips anxiously fiddling with the bottle, you could barely balance yourself, smushing yourself against the wall near him.

"Hi." You intended for your voice to come out soft but your words were slurred, and Eddie almost stilled when he heard it.

His heart was thudding inside of his chest, he knew you would be at Steve's party, but he never thought you would actually talk to him, not when he had been a complete asshole to you for a while now.

His gaze was avoidant, almost as avoidant as he was and your stomach was churning again, and this time it was not the alcohol.

It was all him.

"Hey." His greeting was short, your mouth had dried up, and the drunk version of you didn't have the tolerance you had for the past week.

Your eyes narrowed as you straightened yourself. "Hey? Is that all you have to fucking say?" You almost snapped, you hadn't meant to sound so sharp, the words left your mouth like word vomit, it probably wasn't fair how you spat them at him, but his coldness to you wasn't fair, either.

You knew once you brought the subject to him there was no turning back, you were afraid of the possibility of him never talking to you again but the liquid in your system gave you enough courage to do what you feared, ripping the band-aid off, and you thought maybe, maybe, ending the friendship would cause you less pain than whatever he was supposed to be doing.

"Hello?" He attempted to joke, and if you weren't this stupidly smitten over him, and maybe a bit buzzed, it wouldn't have worked, but it did. All it took for him to soften you up was a stupid joke, causing you to giggle drunkenly, as you leaned into the wall again.

"Really?" You shook your head, "That's the best you got?" You tilted your head to the side, giving him a warm smile, you couldn't help it, it was the most you had talked with him this week, and you were already putty in his hands, you hated him, and you hated the effect he had on you.

He shrugged, it was obvious he felt more comfortable, his eyes not leaving yours. "Made you laugh, didn't I?" you nodded, you didn't mean to get this soft on him this quickly, but you couldn't help it, not when he made you feel at ease this easily.

You hated and loved how everything with Eddie made you feel at ease, feeling safe with him like you could bring your guard down for once.

You huffed, mind more mellow as you eyed him. "Missed this, ya know?" Your words were slurred again, you knew it wasn't the alcohol talking, but at the same time without it, you never would have had the courage.

Eddie's eyes were glossy and riddled with remorse as they gazed into yours, you could sense it, sense that he was feeling guilty, you bit the inside of your cheek when he looked at you like that.

"What?" He asked, dumbfounded.

"Missed this-" you pointed between the two of you, "Just missed being with y-you." You couldn't help it when your words were tangled with each other again, it made you scared to admit any of this, while Eddie just gave you a sigh.

"You're drunk?" He questioned. "Again?" If you didn't know how Eddie had been treating you the past week you'd think he was worried about you, considerate even, but the way his actions changed made you doubt his sincerity.

Eddie had been aware of your new coping mechanism, his mouth felt dry when Steve told him how badly you had been taking Eddie's new demeanor.

"Mhm." You hummed, signaling to the bottle as you attempted to chug it again but Eddie shook his head, quickly taking it away from your hands. You gasped as you straightened yourself. "Rude."

"You will get shit faced and have the worst hangover, and I'm sure you'll curse us out for letting you drink that much." He raised his brows to warn you and you pouted at him like a child.

"You sound just like Nancy." You scoffed, biting back the insult you had at the tip of your tongue about how he decided to care about you now, instead settling on making him chuckle, and just with his laugh, you felt a tinge of pride swell in your chest, it was pathetic how desperate you were for him.

"No fun, I'm crossing you out." You whined as you draw an 'X' in the air, with pouty lips and soft eyes, Eddie had a foolish grin on his face when he was comfortable with you again, almost at peace with how your soul embraced his.

He felt like an asshole, and so fucking stupid for the way he acted, but it was the only thing he knew how to do: running away from his feelings.

"Come on, where the hell have you guys been, we've got some drinking games going on!" You were startled by Robin's loud voice, and as turning to face her, you heard Eddie's groans behind you.

"No way." Eddie shook his head and you threw him a puzzled look.

"No?" You furrowed your brows. "But, you love drinking games."

"Yeah, you love drinking games. Don't be a buzzkill, Munson." Robin interrupted, she shot a look at Eddie that made him confused but intrigued, and he couldn't say no when the two of you dragged him to where everyone else was gathered.

You sat down next to him and felt your hazy drunken state get worse, it was as if everything was becoming all too real.

Realizing that the conversation you just had with him meant nothing, not after he had been avoiding you for a week, and now your mind was swirled with the thoughts of what was going to happen when you two finally had 'the talk', anxiety riddling over your body again.

"What game are we playing?" You asked in an attempt to shake off your thoughts, it didn't help when Eddie's gaze landed on you and you could feel your cheeks burning with his gaze alone, causing you to chew on your bottom lip out of nervousness.

"We just played endless rounds of 'Never Have I Ever'" Nancy sighed, almost annoyed.

"Turns out Steve the King is bit of a slut." Robin semi-whispered as Steve gasped, holding his heart to be dramatic.

"Really, Robin?" He furrowed his brows. "Well, it's not my fault you hooked up with the half of—" Robin was interrupted by Eddie's groan.

"C'mon you guys let's just play whatever this is and get on with it." His voice sounded annoyed, you turned to face him, but Eddie was already avoiding your gaze again, he looked nervous, and you wanted to roll your eyes, he was being an asshole, again.

You could feel anger bubbling up inside of your chest, and Robin could feel the tension in the air. "Okayy, truth or dare it is!" Robin interrupted with a nervous giggle.

"I thought we were playing Never Have I Ever-" You were shut up by Robin's shushes.

"Yes and now we switched to Truth or Dare, keep up, sweetheart." You furrowed your brows and giggled, turning to Steve as if to ask what was wrong with Robin, but Steve put his hands up in defense, shrugging.

Something weird was going on and you couldn't put a finger on it, and to be honest, your mind was too fuzzy to figure any of it out, filled both with alcohol and the thoughts of Eddie. Robin grabbed the bottle and spun it around the circle, the anticipation of it made her fiddle in her place, and when it landed on Steve, she groaned.

"Steve! I think you should pick truth, are you a virgin? Oh wait, you are not! Let me spin it again." Robin talked so fast that even Eddie threw her a look, you were usually used to her fast-paced actions but she was giving you a whiplash now.

"Robin, what the hell are you—" Eddie's words were cut short by Robin's shriek.

"Wow! It landed on Eddie, what a surprise." Robin rubbed her hands together almost like a villain in a cartoon.

"So, truth or dare, Eddie? Oh, also you can't say truth because Steve just picked that." Robin hit her hand against her forehead in a fake manner, and you giggled again at her actions, unaware of what was coming next.

"Okaa...ay, dare?" Eddie asked unsurely, and Robin mimicked a thinking face, you had no idea what was coming next, but you doubted anything Robin would dare him to do could fix whatever was going on with Eddie.

"I dare you to..." She paused for a minute.

"Go into that closet and not come out until you and Y/N make out." Robin's words were like a slap on your face, and she had that stupid grin on her face that you wanted to wipe off.

"Excuse me?" The two of you said in unison and you were afraid to look at him now.

"I mean... a dare is a dare." Steve shrugged, and Robin nodded quickly causing you to sigh.

"You are a child, Robin." You threw her a death stare, your mind was still hazy as you began to get up, and Eddie was still where he was sitting, he twisted his rings, an action you knew he did when he was nervous.

"Well, are you just going to wait around all day?" You snapped, not knowing what came over you when you were this drunk.

"You're okay with this?" Eddie's face was almost red as he looked up at you, hating the way a nervous tingle formed in your stomach with how he looked at you.

"It's just a d—dare, let's get it over with." You meant to sound confident but your words came out as a murmur.

"This is so stupid." He scoffed as he followed you into the closet, Robin following up behind the two of you. She locked the door when the two of you entered and she sent you a smirk before she did so, making you scoff.

"I swear I'm going to kill her." You said sharply, turning your back on the door.

When you finally faced Eddie you realized how close he was standing to your face, his tall figure towering over you was enough to make your breath hitch.

"Hi." was all he muttered as he looked down on you, making you realize how much you missed the warmth of his soft gaze and you hated yourself for how enamored you were with him.

"Hi." You managed to let out when you caught your breath, the room felt suffocating, and you could barely swallow the lump in your throat.

The possibility of him kissing you made you want to scream, both from excitement and fear.

"So... we have to kiss?" He said awkwardly, scratching his head, almost as if it were a question and you nodded quickly, knowing he was too nervous to make the first move so you had to take matters into your own hands.

"What's the big deal? It's just a kiss. We've been best friends for years, we can do it." You said, with a nonchalant tone, but the hint of nervousness was still visible.

"Let's just do it!" You announced excitedly, "kiss me, Edward Munson!" Eddie chuckled at that, making you realize how much you had missed that genuine laugh.

"Edward..." He tilted his head, "Really?" He raised a brow, causing you to pout.

"Yeah." You giggled softly, offering him a smile, knowing how much he hated someone saying his full name, he gave you a light chuckle.

“Okay, yeah, I think I deserved that." He attempted to joke, the air still tense but filled with your giggles.

"Let's do this...” Eddie added cooly, his hands at his side as he leaned towards you, licking his lips.

“Why are you licking your lips?” You questioned, making Eddie chuckle, as he stopped leaning in further.

"Should I not?" He raised a brow, "I mean do you want dry lips?” He asked sarcastically and you shook your head chuckling.

"No, no!" You protested, face burning from embarrassment. "Never mind..." You chuckled.

“I didn’t think it was—” Eddie started but you interrupted, “No.. no it’s okay.. I just..” You were a stuttering mess now.

"Let’s do it.. I—I’m ready.” His tone was soft when he spoke, he was less nervous and you nodded frantically.

You started leaning in but then abruptly stopped, making Eddie furrow his brows.

“Do you want tongue? Are you like a tonguer?” You asked, your face was serious and Eddie's eyes widened.

“Am I a what?” Eddie asked baffled as you chuckled, shaking your head.

"Fuck..." You cursed, giggles errupting in your throat from nervousness. "I didn't mean it like that, I just meant—" You were babbling, your heart hammering inside of your chest.

"I mean do you like tongue in kissing? I just— I wouldn’t wanna use tongue if you don’t want to..." You trailed off.

“Let’s just do it!” Eddie exclaimed interrupting as you let out another giggle, your nerves were getting the best of you.

“Yes, sorry. Are you ready?” You asked, weight of anticipation settling heavily in your chest as Eddie nodded, “Yes.. I’m ready.. let’s just do this..” Eddie let out slowly, scratching his head from nervousness as you nodded once again.

You barely moved when he leaned towards you, almost frozen in place you stared at him, stared at the sickly sweet brown of his eyes, stared at his dark hair that messily laid on his forehead, and you couldn't help it when your eyes lowered down to gaze at his lips, adoring the curve of his mouth.

Your gaze was stuck on him in a way that made your eyes glimmer with an array of emotions, not knowing if this would be your first and last kiss with him, trying your best to etch this sight of him into your mind forever, unsure of whether you could ever see him up this close again.

and as if Eddie could read your mind, he realized, he realized the weight of how you were staring at him. With more he studied your face, the connection between the two of you deepened, unraveling what he most wanted. You.

“Fuck— You.. you can’t do that!” He exclaimed, desperately, and you knitted your brows in confusion, “What... what did I do?” Eddie was being ridiculous now.

"Jesus Christ, you can't just do that to me." His face was burning up, he thought maybe, that this dare would be good for him, maybe the best way to get over his feelings was to kiss you for once, but the way your eyes glimmered was enough to make him want to stare at you forever, and he couldn't do that when he was trying to keep his feelings for you bottled up, forever.

Now, he was regretting the dare as he could feel the pressure building and you looked so pretty that Eddie felt his heart sink in his body, if he kissed you, he knew he couldn't contain his feelings for you no longer, he sighed, shaking his head.

“You can't do that thing with your eyes and face!” He exclaimed as you scoffed, “What the hell are you talking about?” You almost yelled, getting frustrated by his stand-offish attitude.

“Okay that’s it.. I— I can’t do it!” He huffed as he reached for the doorknob, struggling with it.

“Let me out guys!” Eddie yelled but Robin just chuckled, “You have to kiss her, you idiot!”

“Let me out of here, Robin!” He yelled louder this time, but instead of Robin answering this time Steve, Nancy, Argyle, Jonathan, and the gathered crowd answered to him, chanting “Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!” and Eddie rolled his eyes, cursing.

“Oh come on Eddie, let’s just do this! Just one kiss!” You said annoyed, and you felt a bit rejected at how much he wanted to leave.

Eddie turned around to meet your gaze, “No, I’m not gonna fucking kiss you.” His words were bitter and you bit the inside of your cheek to keep yourself from crying in front of him.

“Eddie we've been best friends for four years! A little kiss isn’t gonna change anything.” The words that left your mouth stung him, it wasn't easy on you but the emphasis on the two of you being best friends and how a kiss wouldn't change a thing between the two of you was the exact reason he was avoiding you.

Eddie knew if you had rejected him, and told him that you didn't reciprocate his feelings, it would eventually lead to the two of you not being friends.

And he couldn't handle that idea, he couldn't handle not being around you. That's why he tried to stay away from you, just so he could contain his feelings for you, at least for a while.

His gaze on you was agonizing, “Stop looking at me like that.” He muttered as you rolled your eyes, and crossed your arms around your chest, annoyed.

“God, will you just kiss me already!” You blurted out, now getting annoyed with him, not being able to comprehend why Eddie was making such a big deal out of this when it was just supposed to be a dare.

"No."

“Why not?” You questioned, eager to know why he had been acting this way, Eddie ran his hands across his hair, ruffling it before he gripped your shoulders to get your attention fully, “Because..." He took a deep breath as he put his trembling hands into his back pockets, he was trying to hold himself back, but he couldn't, not when you looked at him that way.

"Because I don't want to kiss you like this!” He almost snapped, his feelings taking over before his logic could, and you went rigid with his words.

His own reaction was delayed as his eyes widened at his own words, and he was standing close to you, so close, that your breath hitched when he said that. “What.. what does that mean?”  Your head was spinning as Eddie looked down, almost as if he was embarrassed.

“Nothing! I didn’t— I just... That’s not what I fucking meant..” Eddie stuttered over his words, he felt like his desperation had trickled into the very air he was breathing in, his own words suffocating him and your gaze mocking him, he couldn't handle it further as people outside the closet started chanting “Kiss! Kiss!” again.

Eddie scoffed again, “Shit— just, excuse me..” He cursed out as he tried the doorknob again.

“What are you doing?” You asked curiously, you wanted to talk to him now.

“Just need some air” He murmured and tried the door again.

“Robin, just open up!” Eddie yelled out making Robin groan, “Did you kiss her?” Eddie rolled his eyes, and he got ready to curse Robin out but you placed your hands over his mouth, shushing him.

“Yes, yes Robin! We fucking did, we even french kissed! You happy?” You yelled out as Robin giddily chuckled unlocking the door.

You threw her a dead stare as Eddie just brushed past her, hurrying his way out and you followed quickly behind him.

"Eddie, just wait!" You called out after him, you were curious to know what he meant, why he was acting this way, none of it was making sense to you and you were still very buzzed.

"Just leave me the fuck alone, Y/N." He didn't even turn around to face you and it hurt.

"No! I'm not going to fucking run away this time." You yelled, catching up to him, and Eddie turned around swiftly.

"What are you talking about?" He asked, his tone curious and not annoyed like before.

"I'm not playing your stupid game anymore, I don't care if you tell me you hate me, Eddie, just tell me what's wrong, tell me what I did to make you push me away this much. You can insult me and tell me to 'fucking leave' but I won't leave until you tell me to my face what I did to make you push me away, you fucking coward!" You spat out the words, rolling your shoulders as you felt your anger coming out to the surface.

Eddie rubbed his hands against his face, you were asking for him to be vulnerable, and he knew that if he opened up to you, you would probably laugh in his face.

"I just—" He scoffed, "I don't wanna do this. Not right now." He sighed, and he drooped his head, his gaze fixated on the ground now.

"Just tell me what the fuck is wrong, Eddie." You almost yelled, feeling your face hot with anger. "What did you mean by when you said you didn't want to kiss me like this?"

"And why have you been avoiding me, why can't you even look me in the fucking eye right now?" To say you were frustrated would be an understatement, liquid courage had worked a little too well and you were pouring your gut out to him.

You crossed your arms against your chest, feeling your cheeks burning up with anger, you were filled with fury, and nothing Eddie could do was going to change that.

In fact, it made it worse when he kept avoiding his gaze. "Fuck you." You spat out, index finger pointed towards him, hostility written all over your face, your feet picked you up before your mind realized, and you brushed past him as you angrily left his side.

"Just— fucking wait!" His words rang in your ears but you didn't care, you kept walking while Eddie was right behind you.

"Let me just explain!" He yelled out after you. "Jesus— you're fucking fast." He added as he tried to catch up to you.

You stopped in your tracks, and your back was turned to him. "Eddie, just get it over with." You crossed your arms against your chest again, feeling your insides twist as you waited for him to pull the band-aid off.

"What?" He raised his brows in confusion, and you didn't dare to look at him.

"You realized it, didn't you? I mean it took me a while to realize it myself." Your voice was timid, not trusting yourself enough that you wouldn't break down completely in front of him.

"And you realized you didn't reciprocate them, and you're trying to let me off easy by avoiding me." You could feel tears prickling your eyes but you shook your head to make them go away.

"I know you hate confrontation." Your voice was cracking now, and Eddie hated it, he hated being the reason you were about to cry, he hated being the reason you doubted yourself because of him.

"What are you talking about? Reciprocating what?" He didn't dare to turn you to face him, he was still shocked at the possibility of what you were hinting at.

"Feelings, Eddie. My fucking feelings for you!" You turned around to face him now, and his eyes had softened, he blinked slowly to process what you were saying. The air between the two of you was filled with unspoken emotions, your body ridden with anticipation and anxiety.

But Eddie felt stupid, so fucking stupid. He spent this whole week bottling up his feelings for you, and avoiding you to do so because he thought he wasn't good enough for you, he thought you would actually mock him.

He should've known you would never do that, he should've told the insecure voice in his head to shut the fuck up.

Because there you were in front of him, saying exactly what he was feeling, and he felt like the biggest idiot in the world.

"Your... what?" His eyebrows furrowed, and he wanted to laugh, he wanted to laugh at how stupid he was being.

"Just— let's just pretend this never happened." You could barely look at him, nervously fiddling with your fingers.

"Nope." He shook his head.

There was no fucking way he would pretend this had never happened, he had been waiting, for years to tell you how he felt, every night he would give himself a pep talk, encouraging himself to finally open up to you, but when he finally saw you in the morning, and you gave him that warm smile and those doe-eyes, he always backed out, scared of losing you forever.

"No fucking way." He shook his head, and a chuckle escaped his lips.

The look you threw him was filled with disdain, "Oh, so this is funny to you?" You were quick to judge him, turning around and muttering curse words as your feet began to pick up again.

"Jesus Christ, will you let me speak!" He yelled out again and you shook your head, walking faster. Eddie scoffed, "So. Fucking. Stubborn." He muttered under his breath.

He caught up to you once again and this time he reached out to your free hand, and he grabbed it in a tight firm, spinning you around to face him, you were about to cuss him out again, and throw him a death glare, but his gaze was so gentle that you couldn't help it, your eyes were mellow, sickly sweet, as they met his.

Your heart reacted before you could, thumping in your chest. Eddie was leaning so close towards you that you sensed his heavy breathing against your face, you didn't dare to move, not until his tender fingertips brushed against your cheeks, he leaned over so agonizingly slow that you couldn't help but close the gap between the two of you, soft lips clashing with each other as you whimpered the second your mouth met his.

Eddie's chest fizzled with warmness, the smell of your perfume mixed with alcohol dizzying him while your head was still pounding as you were trying to process what was happening, there wasn't enough air in the world for your lungs to pull in.

You deepened the kiss when Eddie's hands slowly cupped your cheeks, parting your lips as his tongue explored yours, shuddering at his touch.

Your brain didn't process any of it, not until the initial shock wore off, that's when you pulled back slightly, catching your breath as you blinked confusedly at him, unable to find the words to speak.

Eddie licked his lips as they twitched to form a smile, speaking up before you could. “In the closet.. when. I said I didn’t wanna kiss you like that... I meant that I wanted something like this..”  He gave you a slight chuckle as you returned it with a warm smile.

"I'm sorry for the way I acted." He gulped, feeling guilty for his actions in the past weeks, but he always poorly reacted to things that involved his feelings.

"I thought if I just stayed away from you, if I just pushed you away for a while, I could bottle up my feelings for you and—"

"You have feelings for me?" You asked, interrupting, eyes widening despite the kiss being undeniable proof of that but you still couldn't believe it, you still couldn't believe that the man you had been in love with was actually reciprocating the feelings you harbored, the feelings you tried so hard to contain inside of you.

"Are you kidding? Of course, I do." Eddie affirmed. "I mean how could I not?" He chuckled, pointing towards you. "Jesus, you're so beautiful, so fucking pretty..." he flashed you a mischievous smile.

"You're nice, and god, so fucking kind that it makes me sick sometimes. And shit— you get along with Wayne so well, I think he thinks of you more as his kid than me at this point." You gave him a light chuckle.

"Also... you are funny sometimes too." He added, giving you a light nudge with his shoulder as you pointed towards yourself mouthing 'Little old me?' sarcastically, making him smile.

"Fuck— if it wasn't for you, I'd be so lost, sweetheart. I'm so glad you came into my life." Your heart warmed at his words, gaze softening as your lips twitched into a smile.

"And you're always fucking there for me... even when I don't deserve it." He nervously fiddled with his fingers, he didn't deserve someone as perfect as you.

"Like right now, even though I've been an asshole, avoiding you, and even more of an asshole in the closet, you still came after me." He looked down, embarrassed that he had pushed you away, he knew you deserved better, so much better.

"You didn't deserve any of it, you just deserve every fucking good thing there is, and I'm just none of those things." You shook your head, opening your mouth to speak but Eddie didn't let you.

"Can you even picture it? You and me together? You— god, you are so fucking perfect." Your heart pounded against your chest, the rhythm of it erratic and suffocating because of his painful words, if only he knew how much you loved him.

"I'm just me, Eddie. I'm fucked up, a 'freak', a fucking drug dealer." Deep lines etched his forehead, he chuckled bitterly, and your heart throbbed at him describing himself as anything but good.

"I guess I just decided I wasn't good enough for you. Fuck— I chickened out." He eyed you nervously, and what he didn't expect was you slapping him on the shoulder, harshly.

"Ow!" He yelped, "Eddie never, ever make decisions on my part ever again." You chided him and he nodded quickly, "Jesus, that hurt."

"Good, because I also don't allow you to speak that way about yourself either, you're the best thing that has ever happened to me Eddie and I mean it. You're not fucked up." You affirmed him.

"God, you really are the best thing that has ever happened to me, Eddie. I don't think I've ever been happier, or more comfortable with anyone but you, you helped me realize so much about myself and have been there with me through everything." You didn't blink once, and Eddie's mouth was agape, he couldn't believe that someone —and not just anyone, you— saw him as anything more than a fuck up.

"I love you, Eddie, and I mean it, I love you so fucking much." You added, your eyes glimmering. "I can't stop thinking about you, ever... and it physically hurt being away from you for just one fucking week."

"I'm sorry for that..." He muttered again, embarrassed. "I love you so fucking much, honey. And I promise I'll never do something as dumb as this again." He gave you a warm smile, and his fingertips were gentle as they grazed over your cheeks.

You tilted your head in hesitation, "Yeah, I doubt it." You giggled, and Eddie squished your cheeks in response.

"God, you're so lucky that you're so pretty and so lucky that I fucked up big time because I will agree with you on whatever you say for the next few days." Eddie's lips formed a smirk and you raised a brow, "I'm thinking for the next month." You pursed your lips sarcastically.

Eddie chuckled and leaned in once again to kiss you, "Whatever my pretty girl wants." He murmured into your lips.

You whimpered again when your lips touched, both of you groaned when you were interrupted by Nancy's voice.

"See, I told you it would work!" Nancy pointed towards to two of you kissing as Robin and Steve almost gasped.

Robin turned to Nancy crossing her arms against her chest all-knowingly, "Yeah but it wasn't working a minute ago when they were yelling at each oth-" Robin's words were cut short by the glare Eddie and you threw at Robin.

"Sorry!" She yelled out, giving a sheepish smile, making you laugh.

"So, this was all you?" You asked, pointing towards Nancy, but before she could answer Robin scoffed.

"As if I didn't put your stubborn asses in that closet!" She mocked. The puzzle pieces of Robin acting weird all night coming to you and Eddie at the same time.

"You guys are all idiots." Eddie huffed, but his smile never faltered, and the three of them knew that was his way of gratitude.

You turned towards them with a sheepish smile on your face mouthing a 'thank you' to Robin and Nancy, and giving Steve a thumbs up, they waved you off as if to say 'No problem', and you turned to Eddie again.

"Eventful night, huh?" He asked, a smirk playing on his lips, and you gave him a playful nudge. "Shut up."

"So... you ready to go home?" Eddie asked as he threw an arm around your shoulder, you nodded, melting into his comfortable hold.

"Mhmm." You hummed, as he pressed a kiss on your hair. "I love you, pretty girl." He murmured.

[amberlynnmurdock]

Blind Faith

Chapter 4: My Accomplice 

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Reader

Chapter Summary: The Devil of Hell's Kitchen makes you his accomplice. He doesn't like when you joke about danger.

A/N: No warnings for this chapter, unless you count Matt Murdock getting mad a warning.

Again, the POV shifts towards the end. You know it's Matt's POV if he describes his senses and his name is used. If it's Mike, it's the Reader's POV.

Enjoy! <3 

Chapter 3 here

Hell’s Kitchen

11:00 PM

The next few nights after your private self-defense class with Mike felt like you were in an endless fever dream.

Like routine, you met him up on the roof. Whether it was before you went out, or before he did, you made the time. You didn’t know what you were getting yourself into, but you liked the thrill of it all. The secret meetings, the whispers in each other’s ears, promises of seeing each other you didn’t even know were going to be fulfilled… until the next night when they were. He showed up like clockwork.

Last Night

“And here I was thinkin’ you just love ‘em and leave ‘em,” you whispered against his lips. Mike interrupted you and chased your lips with a kiss. He held onto your waist firmly and held you in place.

“I don’t love and I don’t leave,” Mike had said in a breathless whisper. He pulled you tighter against him when he spoke. “I do what I want.”

You laughed against his chest. “I know that. You act outside of the law every night. If I had that attitude, I’d do what I want, too.”

“Why do you always bring that up?” Mike smirked. You wiped it off with another kiss.

“What were you thinking, getting involved with a future lawyer?”

He chuckled and kissed you again. He spun you around.

“Technically,” he began, “you know about my illegal activities and haven’t reported me. That makes you my accomplice,” Mike said in a low voice, directly in your ear. You shivered. You didn’t know it was possible, but he held you even tighter.

“Well, fuck,” you said with a smile, “I guess it does, doesn’t it?”

Suddenly, Mike paused. You noticed he did that sometimes, followed by a statement of fact. His attention turned somewhere to the left of you.

“Your friends are looking for you,” he said, “it’s time to go.”

“How do you know? They’re probably drunk already,” you kissed him again. His lips remained on yours, and then he pulled back slowly.

“They are,” he confirmed. “Join them, but don’t drink too much.”

“No promises,” you chuckled.

“Please be safe,” Mike said as he pulled back. You hated how cold you felt whenever he let go of you.

“I will,” you promised, “though why should I be careful when I know you’re out there?”

“Don’t think like that,” he demanded, tightening his mask. You shook your head in amusement before you watched as he climbed over the roof, and into the night.

Present Time

11:30 PM

With Mike in your life now, you couldn’t concentrate on anything.

He was still on your mind even in a loud, dingy bar, like you were now. You were infatuated, for sure. Not everyone could say they were having an affair with a masked vigilante, and absolutely no one could parade that fact aloud. But you liked keeping it a secret. It made it all the more special.

You just wished you could have him here with you, now. But that would never happen. You didn’t even know what he looked like, let alone his real name. Who knew who the real man was behind the mask? Did you even want to know who he was? He certainly knew who you were. He knew your face. You knew he was older than you.

And yet, with all these thoughts floating in your mind and with three vodka-Diet Coke’s in your system, you still danced on the dance floor like nothing was occupying your mind. Emily grabbed your arms to dance with her and you raised your cup in the air, shouting.

“That guy over there is checking you out,” she yelled in your ear. You really couldn’t be less interested, but you looked over to appease her anyway.

There was someone looking at you for sure. He was tall, very handsome with a boyish look. Like boy-next-door vibes, with his light blonde hair and white tee shirt on. Blue jeans. Completely the opposite of your newly discovered type of man-in-black-mask-vigilante-who-won’t-reveal-his-name. You were fully committed to the latter, even though you knew there was no established relationship. Which truthfully, made your heart feel the tiniest heavier.

“Go talk to him,” Emily encouraged.

“I don’t know—“

And before you knew it, you were being pushed through the crowd. It felt wrong to go over to talk to him. You felt guilty.

You stumbled into him, and Emily scurried off. I’ll get her for this.

You stumbled into him so badly, you got a huge whiff of his overpriced cologne. It clogged your nose as you coughed. You drank more of your vodka-Diet Coke to suppress the coughing. He laughed, and without asking placed his hand on your back.

“You okay?” He asked with a chuckle.

You nodded awkwardly, raising your cup again—why do I always do this when I’m drunk?! You placed your cup down and held it with your hands, swishing it around.

“Yeah,” you said, “perfectly A-OK.”

“You wanna dance?”

“Not really,” you answered a little too fast.

He flinched, but then he made a face like he knew what you meant.

“Ohh,” he said, realizing something you were unaware of. “You wanna go outside?”

“Hell no,” you frowned. “I gotta go.”

“But—“

Before he could finish, you ran off to find your friends. You laughed through the crowd and spotted Bella talking to a guy.

“Hey!” She said, “This is Andre.” She gestured to the guy who stood next to her. He had tan skin, and black hair, with a strong jawline. He definitely was easy on the eyes, and definitely right up Bella’s alley.

“Nice to meet you,” he said, holding out his hand. You shook it and introduced yourself.

You weren’t very trusting of any of the guys your friends introduced you to at first, but once you got a feel for their character, you let them in graciously. Andre, throughout the night, proved himself to be a good guy and someone who is good for Bella.

Emily and Hannah found you by the bar, ordering your last vodka-Diet Coke of the night. Emily nudged your elbow and fixed your hair. You smiled at your friends, knowing that your night out was soon coming to an end.

“How’d it go with that guy? Did he ask for your number?” She asked. Hannah also listened intently.

“No,” you shrugged. “I didn’t want it anyway.”

Emily looked a little surprised, “Really? I thought you’d be into him.”

“You thought wrong,” you laughed. It was her turn to shrug.

“Just trying to help,” she said. “We’re ready to go. Our Uber’s almost here.”

Walking outside the bar, you knew there was no way you were getting inside that Uber. For some reason, you felt something in your heart, telling you to stay. It was like you had vigilante senses—you’d bet Mike was here somewhere. You just had a feeling, you couldn’t explain it. Or the alcohol was making you feel dramatic about everything.

All your friends piled in the car, except you.

“What are you doing? Oh God, do you need to throw up?” Emily asked with worry. You shook your head.

“No, I think I’m going to stay,” you told her.

She looked confused, and then she realized something.

“That guy,” she said knowingly, “blonde with blue jeans. I knew he was your type!”

You shrugged. That’ll work. “Yeah, don’t worry about me.”

“Text us if you need us,” Bella shouted. Andre placed a hand on her knee from the passenger seat to quiet her down. Hannah was already knocked out.

“I will,” you answered. You shut the Uber car door and spun around. The music from the club was muffled and people began to shuffle out. You saw the guy Emily tried to set you up with again, but you moved past him quickly. Sorry dude, but you are not who I am looking for.

Taking a wild guess, you turned into the first alley you saw.

And there he was, in all his glory.

~~~

“How the hell did I know you’d be here, somewhere?” You exclaimed loudly, a bit too loudly. Matt tensed as he waited for you to approach him. He heard you drop off your friends at your Uber, and he heard your conversation with them. Behind his mask, he squinted his eyes. He tilted his head, taking you in.

Vodka-Diet Coke, one too many. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. She’s wearing a mini skirt…and sandals. And a revealing top. Her hair is down. Her fragrance…cologne—overpriced. Did a man touch you?

“And what if I weren’t here?” Matt asked with no humor in his voice. You came to an awkward stop in front of him, crossing your arms.

“I would’ve walked home alone and expected you to find me anyway,” You slurred, though you were trying not to sound drunk. It wasn’t working.

“You can’t expect that I’ll always be there all the time,” Matt argued. “You need to be able to keep yourself safe when I’m not around.”

“And when you are around?”

“You’re safe with me,” he said simply.

“And that’s exactly why I wait for you,” you answered. The smell of the cologne was overpowering to Matt’s senses—he couldn’t stand the smell of someone else on you.

“Who’s cologne is that?” Matt asked.

You shrugged. “Some random guy Emily tried to set me up with. He wasn’t my type.” You laughed. “I’ve got someone else on my mind.”

Ignoring the last part, Matt pried more.

“Did—did he touch you?” The scent was so strong and terrible it was like you were doused in it. You shook your head.

“I drunkenly stumbled into him and he uninvitingly placed his hand on my back,” you said, then asked, “are you—first of all, I am way too drunk to know how you know there’s cologne on me, and second, are you jealous?” You asked suspiciously, and Matt didn’t need to be able to see to know you were smiling when you asked your last question.

Perhaps he was.

“What if I was?” Matt asked.

You laughed, but it wasn’t lighthearted. There was something else in your voice, almost like resentment. “What, you would’ve walked right into the bar and stopped him from talking to me?”

“No—“

“No,” you cut him off. “Because then I’d know who you are. And you have no right to be jealous.”

Matt was silent. You were argumentative in nature, and he liked that, but tonight, it felt more personal. He was already starting to hurt you. He didn’t like that.

“I’ll leave you alone from now on,” Matt stated. He turned on his heel and began to walk away, but he felt you take his hand.

“I’d walk myself into danger to get you to come and find me if you leave right now,” you said tauntingly. Matt turned around so fast, he knew it startled you. He took your wrist and held it tightly.

“Don’t. Don’t joke like that,” his voice was low, guttural even. The thought of you in danger made him furious. The thought of you purposefully putting yourself in danger was downright seething.

“I’d walk into the depths of this city alone and in nothing but a sundress and wait for you to come to find me,” you sneered in a drunken whisper.

“Stop,” Matt’s jaw clenched as he spoke, “Stop it.” He held onto your wrist tighter. You yanked it out of his grasp. He taught you how to do that.

“Why haven’t you left yet anyway? Why are you so triggered now, all of a sudden?” You argued more. Matt shook his head before he answered. It’s what I’ve been asking myself all week.

“Because I can’t get enough,” He said in a low growl as he took your chin in his hands and kissed you so hard, you had to hold on to his shirt. You held his black shirt in between your knuckles, pulling him desperately closer to you. Matt held onto your waist like he always does and moved you against the wall of the alley.

He kissed you more, in the alley, knowing no one was around. It was just you and him in the alley, kissing desperately and holding onto each other. He pinned your hands above your head but held your wrists firm.

“Touch me,” you demanded as you pulled back, gasping for air. You spread your legs so he stood between them.

“No,” he whispered and shook his head. “Not when you’re intoxicated.”

“Oh, so you’ll easily break the law every night, but when it comes to a girl allowing you to touch her, that's where you draw the line?” You laughed. He shushed you with another kiss.

“You’re not just any girl to me,” Matt’s voice softened.

“You say that to all the girls you save,” you joked. He shook his head again, holding that same serious demeanor.

“You’re the only one,” he told you truthfully. “There’s only you.”

“Your accomplice?” You asked with a smile.

He couldn’t help but smile in return.

“My accomplice.” He kissed you again.

Hell’s Kitchen

1:00 AM

Mike walked you home. And now, you laid in bed, about to dream of him all over again.

The way he told you that you were the only girl in his life… no amount of water could’ve sobered you up quicker, and no amount of lecturing could make you take the situation more seriously, the way he spoke to you just an hour ago. And there was still the lingering question in your mind of, well then, who are you?

You had bit your lip. You didn’t ask him.

Another night, you told yourself.

Tonight, you wrapped yourself in your sheets, wishing it was him instead.

[glittering-moonlillie]

I Hate You, Be my Girlfriend: Part Two (Damian Wayne x reader)

Word Count: 1788

Warnings: Slight cussing.

Summary: Damian finally confronts you about the situation. Hilarity ensues!

Damian certainly was a character. He was brash and overly confident in himself. When entering a room, he would boldly assume that he was always the smartest, bravest, and strongest person there; and to be fair, most of the time he was. Damian was never the type of person to admit his faults or his emotions either. In his mind, those two events were not mutually exclusive. 

You and Damian never fully got along. You tried, you really did, to befriend him. Understanding people and emotions was a strong suit of yours, but when it came to Damian, it seemed like you hit a giant brick wall. Every attempt you made to be kind and polite, to be charming and helpful, to be compassionate and witty, never sank in with him. More often than not, he would roll his eyes and make a rude comment. 

This would be the moment that people gave up on him, that they would never see past his rudeness and self-assertive attitude - but you were stubborn and determined. You theorized that nearly all of Damian’s icy exterior was for show. He pretended to hate everyone and everything, but the next moment he would grumpily give you his scarf when it was cold or buy Jon food when he noticed he was hungry. 

Sure, Damian was irritatingly conceited, but he was also protective and loyal, maybe even kind if you squint hard enough. Or maybe you were just looking too hard into his character, looking into things that were barely there. Maybe this was just an attempt for you to justify the immense attraction you felt towards him, even though you were 80% sure he hated your guts. 

That’s why you were so surprised when you heard a knock at your door so late at night and even more surprised to see that it was Damian. His face was pulled into a tight frown, a slight flush spread across his cheeks. “Damian? What are you doing here, are you okay?”

Damian let out a huff before directing his scowl towards you. “I need a favor…”

You blinked. “You…came to me for a favor?” 

Damian was never one to ask anyone for favors, let alone ask you of all people. Your concern for him grew, knowing that he had to be in imminent danger if he came to you for help. Quickly widening the door, you ushered him into your apartment. He grunted, allowing himself to plop on your couch. 

“You must be in a lot of trouble if you are asking me for a favor. What’s up?” You closed the door, turning back to face the scowling Wayne. Damian was silent for a while, looking down to the floor and pretending to pick off pet hair from his black slacks. You sat down next to him, looking up at him with a small smile. 

“Dick and Barbara are getting married in a few months. Everyone in my family thinks we are dating so I need you to be my date and for us to pretend we are in love during the wedding.” Damian stated in one breath. He turned to you, his narrowed eyes softening and cheeks becoming a darker shade of crimson. 

“I-I’m sorry, what?” Your jaw went slack, eyes as wide as saucers. 

“Do I really have to repeat myself? I need you to pretend to be my girlfriend for my brother’s wedding.” 

You raised your hands defensively. “I heard you, I heard you. I’m just confused. Why would your family assume we’re dating? You hate me with your guts!”

“They…they had seen us hanging out a few times and I suppose that was enough for them to assume we were dating.”

“That makes no sense.”

“I agree.”

The two of you snickered at how silly of an assumption that was. The only time that Damian willingly hung out with you was when you bribed him with food in exchange for help with your math homework. Any other time you two were together was when your mutual friends decided to all hang out together. 

“So is that a yes?” Damian looked at you with an impatient smirk. “I mean, you should consider yourself lucky. Do you know how many girls would wish to be in your place right now?”

Of course you knew the answer to that question, you yourself were one of those girls who secretly had a crush on the cunning 20 year old billionaire. Still, you weren’t sure if this opportunity was a blessing in disguise or a bad idea plated on a silver platter. You had read your fair share of angsty fake dating novels to know that this could end very poorly, especially considering this enemy relationship he kept preaching was only one sided. It took you a few more seconds of weighing out the pros and cons of the situation until you gave him an answer. 

“Fine, I’ll go with you to your brother's wedding.” You replied. “But you have to at least try and be less mean to me. I am doing you a huge favor, afterall.”

“I suppose it would be good practice for when I have to pretend to be madly in love with you.” His voice was bare of any feeling except smugness, making you wonder if he truly had the emotional aptitude of a rock. Surely pretending to love you was not as bad as he made it seem, right?

You threw your pillow in his face. Hearing those words falling from his achingly pretty mouth was enough to send your hormones into overdrive, it almost felt like being a lovesick teenage girl all over again. Throwing a pillow in his face seemed a good enough idea to shut him up. “So where is this wedding being held anyway? Is it going to be in Gotham?”

You took a bite of your previously forgotten muffin, some more crumbs falling onto the couch despite your best efforts to cup the scraps in your hand. 

“It’s in Bordeaux…France.” The smirk he had plastered on his face widened. 

You choked on the small piece of muffin, eyes once again widening. France. Of course it had to be fucking France, one of the most romantic places on Earth (at least from what you have been told) and the one place you had wished to go since you were a child learning how to speak the language. This day was just filled with surprises. 

“You’ve got to be kidding me. I can’t possibly…I don’t think…” As a financially struggling college student who was living off of the puny wages given to you, going on a luxuriant vacation to France for a fancy wedding was not really an option for you.

“Obviously I’ll pay for all the expenses, I don’t need to hear you complaining about money while on the trip.” Damian gave you his signature eye roll, a smile tugging at his lips. 

“It feels like you’re the one doing me the favor, are you sure you actually hate me, Dami?” You giggled at the pout he gave you. You weren’t sure why, but he always tensed up and got embarrassed when you used the shortened version of his name. When you asked him about it (numerous times), he only mumbled something in his mother’s tongue. 

“First off, I told you to stop calling me that horrendous nickname and second…” Damian paused, his voice getting quieter. “I never said I hated you…I just…find you annoying sometimes.” 

He looked back to you, his mouth open as if he was going to say something else, only to subtly bite his lip and avert his gaze back to the floor. The butterflies in your stomach erupted into chaotic fluttering and you couldn’t hold back the violent blush creeping up to try and expose your not-so-hidden feelings for him. You had always thought Damian hated your existence, but now? Everything felt like a convoluted mess. A part of you was relishing in the victory of being correct about Damian’s nice side, but the other part of you was fearful of the potential possibilities the wedding had in store for the both of you. 

“You look like a catfish with your mouth open like that, geez.”  He mumbled something else but you were unable to decipher what he said. The comment only further invigorated the butterflies in your stomach causing you to giggle, which only worsened the more he stared at you with his emerald eyes twitched into a confused glare. 

Eventually, he just sighed. “What did I get myself into…”

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“So the plan is this: Leave most of the question answering to me unless they specifically target the inquiry towards you.” Damian was in full control freak mode. This was the day that his family, his brothers specifically, would meet you. He would never admit this aloud, but he was not confident in this little charade he has created for himself. 

“Calm down Damian, you’re acting like I haven’t watched every single season of Who’s Line is it Anyway. I am a Goddess when it comes to improv.” You flashed him one of your notoriously obnoxious grins.

“You keep acting like a schoolgirl whenever I attempt to call you by simple terms of endearment. We need to pretend that we have been dating for almost a year. If my brothers see how much you blush and stutter when I call you Beloved, they’ll immediately catch on to our ruse.” When he turned back to look at you, he saw your scarlet countenance. 

Truly, he was doomed. 

Out of instinct, Damian began to fidget with his clothes. It really was a bad tick he had. Normally he would be able to control himself, but nothing about this situation was normal - at least that’s how he reasoned with himself. 

“Hey…you have nothing to worry about, Dami.” You lightly grab his hand, hesitantly rubbing your thumb along the side of his palm. “I’ll try to keep myself under control, but worst case scenario your brothers will assume I just get easily flustered.”

Damian tensed at the feeling of your smaller hand in his. He felt an electric shock course through his body, and he really couldn’t deny how perfect it felt to have your hands together. 

“We have to trust each other for this to work.” You reminded him with another smile that he still refused to admit was adorable. Damian’s body relaxed just a little. For once, you were right. He wasn’t sure which startled him more, you being correct or how simple it was for you to calm him down. 

“Just…remember the story…”

You both got out of his car, stumbling your way to the daunting gates of Wayne Manor hand-in-hand…

I FINALLY FINISHED IT! I'm going to be honest with you guys, I had a really hard time trying to do the dialogue for the beginning of this part. Dialogue has always been my kyrptonite because I usually overcomplicate it >:(((

Anyways, the next part should come out in a few more days :D

Edit: I woke up and decided that taglists are cool. DM if you want to be tagged for this series!

Here you go, @greenkiki (I hope I am doing this right-) *\(^o^)/*

[criminal-minds-girlie]

The man behind the badge pt2

Author's note: I am not used to going of my own tangents or story's so I hope this is as good as me and my friends think it is xx

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

pairing: Spencer Reid x Luke Alvez

genre: hurt/angst

Summary: a couple weeks later Spencer is still cold to Luke and yells at him during a case

Word count: 556

Part one | part three

As the days turn into weeks, Spencer maintains his cold, standoffish attitude. He refuses to talk with Luke unless it's about work. "Luke, the unsub will strike there! Jesus, it's obvious!" he snaps at everyone. Luke stays quiet, knowing that Spencer is just masking his true self.

“Spencer, you are being an inconsiderate prick! Your selfish actions and dismissive attitude towards my thoughts and ideas are hurtful and unacceptable.” Luke grits his teeth, storming out of the room. The team falls into stunned silence. Rossi breaks the silence, "Spencer, I think you should go and apologise to Luke right now."

Spencer's response is immediate and defensive, "No, Rossi! he had no right to call me a prick and insult me like that." He sinks back into his chair, reading files, his anger and hurt bubbling just below the surface.

Tara speaks up, "Spencer, you're grandstanding. You're making yourself look entitled just go and say sorry to him hes put up with your snarky bullshit all week and thats the first time he clapped back at you. You should be grateful he has a long fuse unlike some people."

A few hours later around 5:30pm, Spencer is alone in his hotel room, pouring the small hotel whisky bottles into a glass. There's a harsh and quick knock at the door. Spencer opens it to find Luke, practically seething.

"What do you want, Luke?" Spencer snaps. Luke steps inside, closing the door. "Why do you hate yourself so much spencer?" he asks, standing chest-to-chest with him.

"Wh-what? W-why in the world would you say that?" Spencer stammers, his cheeks flushed. "I'm not...I don't..."

"Like men?" Luke finishes the sentence for him, his voice soft but firm. "Spencer, you need to be honest with yourself. You can not keep living like this.,,hating who you are"

Spencer's response is visceral, "I'm not gay! It is not right! Men need women!"

Luke's eyes meet Spencer's, and he speaks with quiet intensity, "That's not true, Spencer. Some men need men, some men need women, some women need women, some women need men...and some need both. You need to find out what's true for you, not what ever you were told when you were younger."

Spencer's defences start to crumble, "My dad said it was morally wrong and disgusting..."

"Well, your dad was wrong," Luke cuts him off. "He left when you were ten. That was nearly 30 years ago. You don't have to follow what he said before he abandoned you."

The weight of Luke’s words settles on Spencer. He sinks onto the bed, staring at his glass of whiskey. "...I don't know how to love myself..." he admits, his voice barely audible before downing the glass in one mouthful.

Luke takes a step closer, "Spencer, you deserve to be happy. You need to choose to love yourself. And I'll be here, whenever you're ready to.”

Luke gets up ready to leave so spencer can think and have time to himself “i'll be in my hotel room if you need to talk but i will not take your yelling fits in front of everyone anymore i will shut you down and yell back” he leaves walking to his room that's next to rossi’s as spencer sits there spaced out replaying Luke’s words in his head again and again.

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I just wanted to tag @ralvezfanatic as I Heard that they are looking for something like this x

[rainbowsky]

About the Video

I have gotten so many asks (and messages from antis 🙄) about this video. Rather than turn my blog into a "video Q & A", I'll just give my thoughts on it here in one post.

Fake, fan fiction, CPN.

I'm going to start by saying that the very best response to negative buzz or attacks on GG and/or DD (which this video definitely is), is always to simply ignore, keep quiet and let it blow over. The more engaged we get with the subject, the more buzz we are helping to build around it. In situations like this, it is not in GGDD's best interests for people to freak out. Often the entire purpose of an attack like this is to upset people and stoke up fan wars.

I say this all the time and you'll hear me repeating it again and again and again - block and ignore (and report when appropriate).

If something comes up and you don't see me talking about it, this is why. I don't like giving more oxygen to garbage like this.

THE ROAD IS LONG

Being a (happy) turtle requires critical thinking, media literacy skills and a high degree of fortitude. This is all basic self-care and intellectual self-defense. I've been saying this kind of thing a lot and hopefully it's getting through to some people. If you have a heart of glass, if you are gullible and easily swayed, if you are easily thrown into fits of anxiety and self-doubt, and if you aren't willing to change your self-destructive social media habits, this might not be the right fandom for you.

As turtles we are often outnumbered by enemies who are trying to harm us, debunk our CPN, harm GG and DD, stoke up fan wars, push their own heterocentric agendas, spew homophobia, fandom-phobia and RP/CP-phobia, spread hate against one or both of the boys, make BXG cry, etc. etc. etc.

This fandom is not for the faint of heart.

Heteronormativity plays a key role, here

We've seen countless interactions and sweet moments between GG and DD that make this idiotic video look like a passerby patting a stray dog in the street, and yet there are STILL turtles who are shaken by it.

We have seen a ton of evidence of BJYXSZD, and candies and CPN coming at a regular pace, yet turtles freak out over a 2 year old sibling-ish video clip that has clearly been maliciously edited.

If this video makes you feel shaken about GG and DD it might be time to self-reflect on your attitude toward queer relationships.

Heteronormativity and 'burden of proof' is a huge part of how things get skewed in the fandom. The (often unconscious) assumption among most people is that heterosexuality is the default, and queer relationships don't happen. People need a PHD thesis and a grand jury to believe that GG and DD's relationship is even remotely possible, yet they need nothing more than a rumor and a badly edited video to believe GG or DD is dating a woman. It's insane.

GG and DD could have their tongues down each other's throats and people will still scratch their heads and hmm and haw about them, but the second either of them talks to or interacts with a woman, the immediate assumption is that they're going to marry her.

This is just the way everyone is socialized in our homophobic world, and it plays somewhat of a protective role for GGDD. They wouldn't be able to be as open about their relationship as they are if they were a heterosexual couple. Heteronormativity means that evidence of their being a couple is easily dismissed by most people and they're able to fly under the radar this way.

But as turtles we should know better. We should be able to recognize this dynamic at work and not be thrown by it.

This is not a 'cute moment'

If you are viewing this incident as 'the leaking of a cute moment between friends', or if you are worried about the implications for GG and DD's relationship, you are missing the entire point of the video.

This video has nothing to do with GG and DD. It has nothing to do with friendship. Quite the contrary. It's a targeted attack.

Make no mistake about it - the filming of this video was not an accident. The release of this video was not an accident. The timing of both the filming and the release of it were not accidents. The editing and removal of context were not accidents. This was an intentional attack on GG, aimed at hurting him.

I'm not going to go into all the details of it here. It's an unsavory topic that is best kept private. But if you see something causing a negative stir around either GG or DD, that's probably the entire intent of the situation. To cause a negative stir, stoke up fan wars, and ultimately to harm them.

Context is everything

I want to remind everyone of the context here. GG had earlier that night just enjoyed a major 'comeback' moment after 2/27, when his fans greeted him with a sea of red. If you weren't around back then, you might not understand the significance of what happened.

We had just spent several months watching GG get trashed and attacked and negatively discussed in the media. He had been lying low for months and months. Many of us wondered whether he'd ever recover. As we all know - in C-ent, artists are routinely canceled and blacklisted, often for apparently minor 'infractions'. We had no reason to believe GG would be able to bounce back.

Then Tencent Starlight Awards comes along, and here's GG on the red carpet and then onstage, singing in front of a huge audience, and there was a sea of red light banners that fans had smuggled in to show their love and support. And GG was clearly deeply moved by it all, to where he got choked up toward the end.

I don't think I was the only person bawling my eyes out at that moment. I STILL can't watch that video without getting choked up. It was such an important moment in GG's career.

And GG was visibly relieved. I can only imagine how elated he must have been after the event, to see that his career was going to survive.

I have no doubt he went to that party in high spirits, happy to be able to go out and enjoy an evening celebrating among other stars. His guard would have been down in this closed 'backstage' environment where cameras were not supposed to be. And some utter dirtbag decides to film his interactions, with their own agenda in mind.

The filming and editing and release of this clip, the timing of it, the hot search, everything about it is intended to harm GG and benefit others. This isn't the first time such an incident has happened, and GG isn't the first victim (and likely won't be the last).

It was an egregious violation of his privacy and of his trust, and as people who love him we should be addressing it for what it is instead of having our own self-serving anxiety about what it means for GGDD. You know what it means for GGDD?

Sweet FA.

It means less than nothing. Anyone who thinks DD is jealous about this moment has their head in a moist, dark place. Let me guarantee you, DD is as pissed as I am about what was done to GG, and isn't harboring some ridiculous insecurity about GG's interactions. DD knows GG's real feelings.

Any doubts turtles feel are their own, and have absolutely nothing to do with GG and DD.

Anyone who knows GG knows he's casual and affectionate with others. He had shared a stage with the other subject earlier in the evening, so it's not surprising he had a friendly exchange with her. He is that way with co-stars, with colleagues and with anyone he works with. He's a genuine, down-to-earth, funny, sweet guy.

Those tendencies in him were taken advantage of in some pretty unforgivable ways, here, and THAT'S the real story. Someone is attempting to benefit at his expense, and that's the real story.

This will blow over. Let it. Let's all stop giving this BS story oxygen, and instead focus on loving and supporting GG and DD.

EDIT: More on this here.

[bloodxhound]

COMMON MISCONCEPTION(S).  That Ray hates his father. He would like people to believe so, as he would like to believe it himself, but the truth is—he doesn’t. When he was a child, he outright idealized him. To Ray, he appeared larger than life, untouchable, almost god-like. The man was surrounded by people who respected him and coveted his recognition. Ray was no different, until that feeling slowly gave way to fear, resentment, anger, and disappointment over the years. What remains after his father’s execution is a lot of confusion, regret and the question whether there couldn’t have been a better end to all of this. It’ll take him quite a while to work through his emotions.

AN IMPORTANT HEADCANON.  Sometimes when he’s being arrogant or obnoxious it’s intended as a defense mechanism, rather than a manifestation of his high confidence or enjoyment of exasperating others. To some extent, that behavior is how he weasels out of situations that make him feel awkward or vulnerable. He struggles to take someone’s gratitude or a genuine compliment. Someone complimenting him on something superficial like his appearance? Whatever, no big deal. But someone giving him a heartfelt thank-you? No, thanks. He’ll let you know how great he is himself so you can roll your eyes and he can move on from the situation.

A USELESS HEADCANON.  You know that embarrassing moment when you accidentally push against a door you’re supposed pull? Couldn’t be Ray. He’ll just keep on pushing until he unhinges the entire door and then walks through. There, problem solved.

POTENTIAL TRIGGERS.  In general, you can expect anything that you’d find in the A.ce A.ttorney games. Murder, death, violence, etc. Other sensitive subject matters that may crop up are mentions of emotional and physical child abuse, mental illness ( depression, dissociative amnesia ), and alcoholism. Personally, I’m fine with mostly any subject matter in threads / backstories, as long as it’s handled respectfully. Since A.ce A.ttorney isn’t a terribly dark franchise I’m more than happy to keep subject matters limited to what is discussed in the games though.

SOMETHING YOU ENJOY ABOUT (WRITING) THEM.  Getting to write dog metaphors / similes to my heart’s content? Bullying my friends’ muses? Getting yelled at in d/iscord because he did something stupid? < 3 More seriously though, there’s so much I enjoy about writing Ray that I struggle to pinpoint just one thing. He’s the culmination of all the crime / thriller / detective media I love and all the character tropes I enjoy, and I like that I get to explore those in my own way!

SOMETHING YOU WANT OTHERS TO KNOW BEFORE WRITING WITH THEM.  He may be a grump generally speaking, but it’s not necessarily his default attitude towards everyone. Defense attorneys, prosecutors and authority figures are received with antagonism until they’ve proven their integrity to him. He cannot stand journalists, politicians, and criminals ( who committed serious offenses ) — and he will let them know that. But everyone else? Entirely depends on them. Some types of people are met favorably from the get-go, too. Forensics, other detectives, beautiful women, kind people who remind him of his mother, etc. He often cares more about people than he lets on. Even if he bullies them. Sometimes especially if he bullies them.

tagged by: @clemencetaught (●'◡'●) / tagging: @kagoshou, @virtusdemonte, @lovlorne, @silenthcwl, @tenacquity, @kamipyre, @edgelord-dl6 ( miles! though i would love to know your takes on james as well :flushed: ) & you, reading this ! ♡

[anxious-scrambles]

MY TAVS AND THEIR RELATIONSHIPS WITH THE COMPANIONS

Dreuer

Shadowheart - initially she irritated him. Her haughty demeanour and unsubtle cultist vibes pissed him off. But naturally, he has sympathy with anyone subjugated by an unjust god (even when he wasn’t entirely sure why he felt that way), and when she confessed to being a Sharran he softened up.

She teases him more often than he teases her but he’s not immune to standing behind yer and doing an impression of her while she’s talking. Deadpan of course. And he will deny all knowledge of doing so should she turn around and challenge him.

Despite being older by almost a decade, she has almost a big sister or even maternal attitude towards him. He is a very sensitive man prone to getting himself in Situations, and she has gotten very used to patching up his old ass.

Astarion - Hated him. To the point where he genuinely tried to stake him through the heart. His arrogance and attitude were like sandpaper on skin, and Dreuer despised him.

As more of Astarion’s past was revealed, Dreuer became defensive. Still largely rude and argumentative towards one another, Dreuer slowly built up a hatred towards anyone who wanted to hurt this actual sad wet cat boy.

I think the penny dropped for Astarion when Dreuer stood up for him against Raphael in Act 2, and wasted no time and asked no questions in the hunt for Cazador.

Astarion is his asshole baby brother and if you hurt that vampire, be prepared to get fucked on by the wrath of Bhaal.

Gale - He had him at “unwelcome insertion in the occular region”. Dreuer didn’t actually understand that what he was feeling was a big stupid schoolgirl crush until it was painfully obvious, but it was there from the start.

Things were obviously slower for Gale. I mean, he was going through his own post breakup trauma, he had a lot to unpack.

Basically for a long time they annoyed everyone by being so obviously and clearly in love and yet so totally oblivious that there was a betting pool going to see how long it would take them to figure it out.

Their love language is bickering over obscure topics and being very gentle with each other because dear god they both deserve some kind, romantic love.

Lae’zel - Dreuer was largely ambivalent to his githyanki friend at first. She was a soldier doing what soldiers do.

He slept with her in act 1 when he was trying to figure out what sort of person he was, but realised very quickly that he is absolutely not the hookup kind of guy.

Their relationship turned slightly competitive, killing counts exchanged between them and occasional night time ambushes going on so that each of them could prove they were better than the other.

Gale found this very very annoying.

He misses her while she fights in the astral plane, and any note from her is treated with love and care.

Wyll - this boy is smol. A fellow warlock, a sweet baby. That’s Dreuer’s son. He’s what, four years old? Pick your sword up kid, it’s sparring time.

Dreuer, while thinking Wyll’s gallantry is admirable, doesn’t really think it’s worth it. He usually plays along though because for the love of god Wyll needs a father figure who is proud of him.

They have taught one another a lot, and will continue to do so.

Karlach - if Wyll is his adoptive son, Karlach is his daughter. As big and scary as she is he sees her sensitive side, her enthusiasm, her joy and her vivacity as things to be treasured (and envies her for them, slightly).

I’m fairly sure if Wyll hadn’t gone to Acernus with her, Dreuer would have left Gale waiting in Waterdeep to travel with and protect her. His own desires would be secondary to keeping her safe.

Halsin - a fellow old soul, an important friend and confidante. Halsin is a force of nature and Dreuer respects that greatly. It was healing for Dreuer to see people like Halsin and Karlach being such ferocious creatures while still harbouring a sensitivity and kindness.

It gave him hope.

Jaheira - excuse me that’s his mother. He is her little cub. Her Bhaalspawn son.

If there is one thing Dreuer is in desperate need of, it’s a parental figure to reassure him and support him. Someone to keep him on the right path when he’s on the road to doing some deranged shit (because we can’t trust Gale, he’s probably into that deranged shit).

There is undoubtedly no one Dreuer trusts more than Jaheira.

Minsc and Boo - … yes. They are also here.

He likes Minsc and Boo but… he can’t really vibe with them. So their relationship was very “acquaintances and then, goodbye to you.”

[lilac-udon]

The why do I need to use English to explain

Thoughts about the friend group, auby for now

I OVERTHINK OK

Sometimes I think about Aubrey, she is a tricky character to talk about , and in this friend group I don’t want to argue more about her. I’m going to sounds very petty, I don’t judge her much i just want to list out how I feel.

Summary, because auby took the album but the plot give it back doesn’t means its ok

The action of Aubrey taking basil photo album

Aubrey apologized to the friend’s group for her awful behavior towards basil, of not knowing the whole picture, so in her mind, she is in the wrong bullying Basil, however I hardly felt the sincere apology towards basil because we don’t have the time , besides the possibility of after hospital she might re apologies, for four years, and for the audience we know basil wrong Aubrey but not Aubrey(the feeling of Aubrey action is justified, and basil let it happen is due to what basil done to mari, from my view). But see it in another way, in her perspective, she even admitted she didn’t understand basil that time but now acknowledges it, it was brief, very brief that she probably if not hero an older person she actually respected and heard, she would just brush off the action of taking basil photos album . I know everyone is coping with their way, when kel came, her first defense was is the friend group abandoned her. What I’m saying is, the photo album she knows how important it’s for basil, and vaguely understands the idea she is being unfair to Basil, all those FOUR years she still has this attitude of I have the right to not give, not even hear SUnny wishes out for the return oc the photo album (who should in everyone knowledge suffer the most) she kept the picture for herself ,yes, but also not even let Sunny to see the album and throw them). The throwing always photo album don't felt that bad because KEl , sunny get it baCK.(I want to point out how bad it will be if there is no photo album How bad dose it felt ,if not for the plot let the audience forget about that.) even if I put it lightly if she only ignores Basil, and does not do any other bullying, she still views, mari, the photo album as hers. There is a lot of part of the writing meaning her actions but cut up with other stuff because, we can't make the plot too uneasy for the morning part, understandable, but please don't just forget it. But I know she is 16 and very realistic actually, that is how real people act, and I like her writing even though everyone says it’s not enough. I like her flaws and kindness, but also annoying when people view her as only a cool bossy girl, but everything is has a reason and it ok. She is not rational. It’s cool how she acts, yes, and I believe she might not be this mean but act tough due to the hooligans is around , just wanted ppl to know she is pretty shitty too, but everyone ignored this because they just wanted all of them to be kind and all that friendship is smooth, magic.

As a basil defender, I’m so salty of how everyone treats basil to be honest, sunny, basil even kel I nitpicking the hell of it please don’t take me serious

I don't hate her I just felt her character is warped due to mainstream keeping it healthy, and we cannot say any touchy stuff, everything needs to be forgiven or completely not when I finished the game I had so much emotion, and I understood a lot of things the game didn't say out loud and ppl will understand, but man I felt like soooo much stuff people isn't acknowledging it, they are just straightly forgetting it exists , everyone is good person , and keep on shitting on basil, maby sunny

[honeymouthedtales]

sometimes in abo fics someone will hate their presentation and it's this huge character development plot where it (unfortunately, usually) comes from the bond or relationship with the other person in the ship. i've never, not once, taken it to heart (not even hm dh considering he did express a bit of relief and hope surrounding his situation).

but wow nothing makes me emo like iotol dh presenting as an omega. it's lost him a sister, a friend, his pride and dignity on some occasions. ugh, it's awful 😔

and i hope this doesn't come off as slutshaming (sorry if it does, not my intention) but i hate that he sleeps around. it doesn't come off as him just liking sex and casual participation in hookup culture, but rather a means so that his body doesn't punish him for not getting a knot. like wtf! and then you explained that he can't even find a regular heat partner because he runs the risk of getting his omega attached to a possible asshat who probably wouldn't introduce him to their parents and would probably use his love and attachments as tool.

like when is my boy gonna relax around someone and be dependent on them with all of himself without it being a risky move? but also i wonder, with how his life has played out since presenting, does he love/accept himself regardless of his struggles?

I'm not sure you're the first to raise this specific point but you definitely caught the root of the problem. What Donghyuck is doing is not healthy, and not because sleeping around is unhealthy, but because of his attitude towards it. Even if he convinces himself that he's doing nothing wrong, deep down he's punishing himself. Donghyuck was born in a very loving family and he definitely wants someone who cherishes him and treats him well, but he's afraid he won't ever be someone's first choice and so he doesn't even try. And sleeping around helps him physically but not mentally, mentally he feels like shit about it. He just wants to date and cuddle all the time.

As for accepting himself, I'll tell you what I told the little blossom two asks ago. Rationally, he wants to accept himself. When he talks about himself and what he does he's always very defensive, saying things like "I'm not doing anything wrong" because like I said he was raised in a family that loved him a lot and they taught him to respect himself. But sometimes he just slips and reveals that subconsciously he has very negative feelings towards himself.

His relationship with Mark is not the root of these issues, but since he lost it during a very traumatic moment it's like he couldn't find his strongest pillar when he most needed it. In the same way, Mark cannot heal him with his presence only, but he can definitely support him because he still needs it.

His sister is a problem too, because like I say his family always supported him, but his sister is also family so the way she shuns him is just a further confirmation of the negative thoughts he has. It doesn't really matter that rationally he doesn't want to be influenced by her, he still is.

When writing this fic, I just wanted to explore... idk, how sometimes things that normally wouldn't shake us, just because they happen at the wrong moment, right when we're feeling bad, they can become as heavy as boulders and change our entire personality. If you think about it rationally, getting a second gender is not such a pivotal moment, everyone has to go through it, right? At the same time fighting with your family or your best friend is also not such a defining moment in life. It's something that can happen many times. But why did they become a pivotal moment in dh's life? Everything happened at once and he felt that there was a fracture between now and before. And he couldn't go back. I think I took inspiration from things that happened in my life and caused me to change a lot, because when I think back I rationally realize none of those things were an insurmountable obstacle, but for me they became one.

I think the answer became a little too heavy, but this is why I get a little sad when people in the past dh was overreacting, because as someone who had depression I know everything becomes too hard when you feel that bad, and even if I never acknowledged it before the dh who was writing those emails to mk in ch 2-3-4 does talk like someone who is a bit depressed, so for me his actions make total sense. And to go back to the sleeping around part, it is definitely unhealthy, but this is the way he has found to cope and trick himself into thinking everything is alright. Sleeping around gives him control. He doesn't like it, but he can control it. And he can control his body as well through it. So even if it makes him feel shitty it helps him trick his thoughts into being less shitty, if it makes sense?

I'm sorry, this went too deep. I just want him to get better as well ;;

[freefolkfightorflight]

Here’s where I’m at…

So. Prev BF “A” occasionally helped me with shit. (He broke up with me Saturday over something ridiculous. It made no sense. I asked a question. Super defensive. I know. Red flags. I know. But….)

Like. I know I deserve better. Anyone does. But. I don’t have better. I don’t have family. I don’t have friend. I was ostracized by my abuser and I can’t even start new because everyone either knows him or my mom in this town. I can’t leave because of him. My kids. Not til their 18. So I gotta make it work for another 11 years.

But A was my ‘something’. He helped with gas. And groceries. And sometimes a little towards rent. Clothes for the kids. Anything involving kid needs he would always help out. He has kids of his own. And. Yeah.

I can’t do ‘this’ alone. I literally cant. Over half my paycheck goes to child support to him. When you look at my take home pay and then childsupport plus rent/phone/necessities….it does not compute. It does not add up to cover all my regular bills

Let alone gas or groceries. Lol at eating out or doing anything else. Lol at buying laundry detergent or clothes or shoes for kids. I hate that this is where I am. But it is. And I’ll be here for a while.

Do I suck it up and let A back into my life…again? If he will have me? I feel as if I don’t have a choice….like. I have to suck up any semblance of pride that I have left and just…try.

I’m not eligible for any ‘assistance’ due to what I make. They don’t include what I pay in child support. They don’t care that I have my kids in my care 90% of the time. It doesn’t matter. Same with government housing. I do not qualify.

Please, I don’t need advice as in “attorney”. I live in the most backwards fucking place and no one gives a fuck. Also that costs money. I can’t even file for bankruptcy because I can’t afford the attorney fee to transfer the house title to ‘him’ or the fee to get the affidavit from a lawyer re: the house.

If you have advice on how to turn off the love in my heart I’d gladly take that. Sob

Do I do nothing and just get kicked out of my home after I can’t keep the electricity on? I may have no choice.

It just feels so humiliating and shameful. Like I said earlier. It would be so much easier if I didn’t love him to death and just feel constantly hurt by hypocritical expectations etc. if I could just keep a perfect stepford wife smile and attitude and never question any of the sketchy shit he does.

Im aware of soup kitchens. I went to one today. It’s not enough.

There’s nothing left to cut out. I don’t own any streaming services. I use random other people’s where they gave me log in info (speaking of, any one have Disney plus? lol sob🥺😭). I could turn off the internet. That would save me $50/month. But. That still wouldn’t make things come out even. What the fuck.

This isn’t me asking for money. Just getting it out

[weird-writes]

Five Runs: Run 1 - Doors (The Mandalorian, E)

Title: Five Runs: Run 1 - Doors

Series: Part three of Creed, a non-linear series about Din Djarin and his favorite... distraction. 

Description: A series of drabbles all sharing one theme: you've decided to run away from your Mandalorian. On purpose. For his birthday. Listen, everyone's got their kinks, and his is bounty hunting (sort of. Mostly, it's you.)

Pairing: Din Djarin x Female Reader

It's his brash attitude that makes you decide to push your luck just a little more. You love it when Din gets like this; it feels like an invitation to misbehave in ways only the two of you know how. "You liked the idea--" you make a show of checking the timer on your wrist, "-- thirty four hours ago."

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, canon-typical violence, object insertion but probably not in the way you think, oral sex, manual sex, implied penetrative sex, brief mention of somnophilia, canon what canon, no betas we die like men [warnings are for all drabbles.]

Tropes: established relationship, the helmet comes off, hurt/comfort, fluff, adventure

Author's note: Tumblr for some reason really hates this series - I don't mean y'all, I mean the website itself lmao. Let's see if this one actually shows up!

***

RUN 1: DOORS

The first time it's a surprise:

“When I said run, I didn’t mean from me!"

You slam awake with a start, your adrenaline catapulting you out of bed and halfway toward your blaster before you realize the exasperated voice is familiar. You'd know that intimidating shadow anywhere, and one pale finger of moonlight reaches through the patchy roof to run itself along his armor. Your heart rate drops immediately, soothed by the silvery shine of beskar: no threat here.

You collapse back on the narrow cot you'd rented for the night, brain churning into gear. Din had found you, as you'd known he would. The only question now is if he’s really as annoyed as he sounds.

"In my defense, you were non-specific," you retort. You take a moment to scan the door and windows of your dingy little room. All closed - and not just closed, but locked. How the kriff did he get in here so quietly? Trust your Mandalorian not to leave you an easy exit; he clearly checked the escape routes before waking you. Next time you'll have to rig some sort of alarm.

"Yes, because when someone says run they obviously mean run away, change all your clothes, and hide in the back room of a scrapyard." The helmet renders his tone unreadable but you can't see any sign of anger in Din's broad shoulders. It's hard to tell in the dark but his body language seems relaxed, halfway to cocky even, like when he’s dragging a particularly tough bounty through an admiring cantina crowd. Your pulse picks up again, thrumming with interest, but for a very different reason than when you'd thought there was a stranger in the room.

"I sent a message," you shoot back. "I didn't have to. I could have just vanished instead." You would never just vanish on Din, and you both know it, but you also know exactly how to bait his ego.

He scoffs outright at that. "No you couldn't. No one can just vanish. Not from me, and especially not you." You were right, he's wearing his presumed victory over you the same way he wears the prospect of a tricky blaster shot or a fight against improbable odds. His confidence goes straight to your head like spice, and you feel the slumbering heat between your legs sit up and take notice.

It's his brash attitude that makes you decide to push your luck just a little more. You love it when Din gets like this; it feels like an invitation to misbehave in ways only the two of you know how. "You liked the idea--" you make a show of checking the timer on your wrist, "-- thirty four hours ago." He'd found you with a full day and more to spare, of course, but the timer is still nestled in its strap and if you play this right maybe you can -

One big gloved hand clamps over your arm. You can feel the heat of him even through the leather. "Time's up."

***

You'd been waiting for the perfect opportunity, the right alignment of distraction and circumstance to take off without Din noticing. It needed to be on a job, his awareness of you too great at other times, whether you were doing something as civilized as drinking spotchka or as crude as wading through a swamp, Din hoisting the Child's carry sack overhead to keep him out of the mud. Din's right about that much: when you run with a bounty hunter there's no such thing as slipping away.

There had been a few times when you'd thought you might try for it, credits already tucked in your bag, blaster on your hip. But each time you'd found a reason not to leave him: the situation was too chaotic and he'd worry you'd been hurt; you didn't like the town, too many inquisitive strangers; you didn't want him to hunt you with the kiddo in tow. The excuses were reasonable but eventually you were forced to admit to yourself that your delay was simply because you didn't want to leave him. You'd been traveling together for so long you weren't sure you remembered how the galaxy felt without his solid bulk at your back or his dry, modulated humor in your ear.

Today, though, was too good to pass up, the slap of blaster fire from around the corner announcing that Din had found his quarry at the same time his quarry's hired muscle had found him. You had planned this part out in advance together, leaning conspiratorially over schematics in the cargo bay, his helmet bumping affectionately against the crown of your head as you showed him how to use what you'd made. You may not share his Creed but you speak the same reverential language when it comes to certain things... like explosives.

You know your own role too, which is why you pop up from the stack of crates you've been waiting behind and shove your fingers in your mouth to give a piercing whistle. Your other hand drops to your holster. You draw and fire in quick succession, sending a bolt ricocheting over the heads of the contract guards. Two of them whip around, surprised by the noise and incoming fire from another direction, which buys Din enough time to slap the little ball against the blast door blocking his way. He must have hit the primer button at the same time because you hear his shout even through the helmet: "Got it - run!"

You take off down the alley, jinking around one corner and then another, putting as many walls between yourself and your latest experiment as you can. Din will be fine, the Rising Phoenix on his back doubtless already taking him out of harm's way, but lesser mortals like you have to rely on brick and steel and meters and meters of distance. You're lucky this district is mostly abandoned, full of empty warehouses and docking bays. It's the perfect testing ground for your latest experiment.

You're halfway down the next street when there's a sound from behind you that makes your eardrums pop like you've been plunged into deep water. It's less a noise than a sudden sharp pull against the air, jolting you as the ground lurches sickeningly. It's followed by another sound, this one like a shuttle crashing into a brass band. You can't help your grin as you slow your steps toward the intersection to avoid attracting attention and join the stream of traffic headed toward the market. It worked. That blast door won't be giving your Mandalorian any more trouble, and if you're lucky the shock wave will have cleared out the security-for-hire too.

There's a tavern ahead with an open space in front of it roofed with leafy vines for shade. You pull over into the pleasant coolness and stop, rummaging in your pack for the comm link you always carry planetside. You'd spend all last night thinking about what to say when this moment came. Your message has to make it clear you're not being kidnapped or under duress. It has to be obvious that it's an invitation that he can say no to if he wants. It has to be intriguing.

Oh, and of course, it can't interrupt him while he's killing people.

You dictate what you want Din to read into the little microphone, using the careful wording you'd finally settled on this morning. The ship is parked only a few klicks away and is well within short-distance meshnet range, so you bounce your message through the navcomp’s HoloNet connection as opposed to direct, flagging the data priority level as low. This means it will show on Din's display as text rather than a missed connection attempt, and he will also know that whatever you’re trying to tell him can wait until he's done with the bounty. When he finally has breathing room to check his comm, you know what will blink out in blocky letters on his screen:

Got away from them, and now I’m getting away from you too. Find me? 72 standard hrs, Motok only, no beacon. Happy birthday.

Your interface beeps a notification. Message successfully relayed. It makes you feel better to know it's waiting for him, your words a thread tethering you together even as you spool its length away from him across the city. It's only three days at most, and you have a suspicion the reunion will be worth it.

You tuck the comm back into your bag and get moving, sliding through the crowd toward one of the larger booths. You’re going to need a cloak or a change of clothes if you don’t want him to catch you immediately. Something that will alter your silhouette and cover your hair. Probably a change of shoes to fool his tracking algorithm. Hell, maybe you should buy a new perfume, too - you still have no idea what the helmet of his is really capable of. You spot a stall selling thick bolts of local fabric; surely the garment district must be this direction. You steer your steps towards it, and it's not until you're halfway there that you realize you're absently and happily humming to yourself.

***

It’s less than an hour later when your comm chimes again. You've already bought your disguise, swathed in the long hooded cloak that is common for locals in this sector. It takes you a moment to reach your bag under the yards of lightweight synthsilk that now shield you from prying eyes. You have a missed message, high priority.

Are you serious?

You send back, Yes.

A few minutes after that there’s an insistent buzz from the inner pocket of your bag. Din isn’t bothering to relay messages through the HoloNet anymore - he’s comming you directly.

You pull it out and thumb the button on the side of the unit. “Mando?”

“What is this?” There’s no sound of blaster fire in the background, so however the situation you’d run out on resolved, it’s clearly over. And Din sounds curious rather than concerned, which is a relief. You'd been almost sure your gambit would play well, but there was no way to be certain - any game like this would run the risk of miscommunication, of hurting rather than delighting him. You couldn't know in advance if he'd like the idea, but you do know that if you'd misjudged, your partnership is now strong enough to withstand it. Coming to that realization, finally acknowledging that your connection with Din is secure enough to gamble a little for both your enjoyment, had filled you with an emotion you couldn't quite describe.

Though whatever it was, it had led to some spectacular sex.

You've waited too long to answer him. "Mesh'la?"

You shrug even though he can’t see you. “When you put my tracking chip in, you said you missed stalking me.”

A chuckle. Another good sign. “That wasn’t a hint.”

“No, but I thought it’d be fun. Like old times. And if we need to find each other in a hurry for some reason you can always use the beacon.”

“Three days.” Din’s tone is even more thoughtful. "I did say I wanted to spend some time in Motok. Although I was hoping it would be with you."

“Three days, and you did,” you confirm. “And it can be with me. If you're as good as they say. There’s a timer unit on a cord on my wrist. Get it before then and you win." He won't be able to resist a challenge like that, not from you.

“And what do I get if I win?” His voice through the modulator has dropped, far too dark and intimate for your public surroundings. He must be able to hear the crowd noise through the comm interface. He just doesn’t care.

You're grateful that the hood you're wearing will cover your expression from anyone passing by. You’re suddenly a little lightheaded, adrenaline from the impending chase mixed with a giddy excitement at what you might be asked to give up if you lose. You do your best to sound innocent when you answer. “What do you win? Why, Mando, anything you want. Anything at all.”

Your meaning is clear despite your casual tone. A growl comes through the comm link, then: “Don’t tire yourself out, cyar'ika. You’ll need your strength. See you in forty-eight hours - maybe sooner.”

And the comm goes dead in your hands.

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[futuregws]

Ive genuinely hated carol for so long and i was so sick of seeing everyone online ignoring her behaviour and girlbossing her attitude. Glad to see im not the only one that doesnt like her

All I've seen is people saying they love her so I'm glad at least one other person isn't a fan, but to be fair with me at least it has been this roller-coaster when it comes to her bc in the beginning I liked her it was when she killed Karen and that other guy I think his name was David but I'm not 100% sure that it all started going downhill and It changed how I felt towards the character bc while I understand why she did it, it still doesn't sit right with me, and after that, that's when the roller-coaster comes in bc there were times where I liked her and enjoyed watching her but then she would pull some weird shit like scaring the shit out of that little kid, Sam, so I would go from being like "yeah you go girl" to "wtf did she just say/do", I think Carol is one character that I gave so many excuses and "chances" and when she would do a shitty thing I would be like oh this did happen to her maybe she's doing it to protect them or as a defense mechanism or whatever and a lot of the shit she pulled up until the thing in the cave in episode 9 I was once again making excuses being like oh she lost Henry she's grieving (which she is and I feel bad for her don't get me wrong) but she crossed a line and everything she pulled that "day" was ridiculous and it shocks me how stupid her actions were and yet how patient everyone still was, could not be me. And before anyone comes and tries to give me spoilers I know that at least Connie isn't dead okay, that still doesn't change anything.

That being said tho I do think she can be very badass at times and I will give her that. But as of right now I think she's definitely my least favorite character

[rouge-the-bat]

i followed u bc ur fearless and i wish to be like that so bad. u don't seem to be afraid of anything or someone saying something mean. i was bullied relentlessly throughout school and now im terrified to be my true self. ur just rlly rlly cool <333

im really sorry to hear you had to go through that D: i can never understand how people can be so hateful and judgy towards others, especially to the point of making someone feel like they need to hide themselves... i always want to try to inspire others to love themselves and express themselves how they want, because its always been a point of joy for me that i want others to experience too

though, i cant say im completely fearless- everyone has fears! i just have grown up with a huge ego, proudness of being weird, and a complete no-shit-taking attitude (which i likely got from my mom tbh, she doesnt take shit either), so thats kind of merged into a pretty good defense specifically against people trying to be assholes to me- so one of my fears just isnt that.

my reaction to people sending me hate has mostly just been either 1. roll my eyes and ignore, 2. laugh at them, or 3. get pissed off- and most of the time its the former two. if someone hates me, i consider that a loss for them because theyre really missing out on hanging with a real cool bitch ;p

ive had ppl come up saying they wish to be like that too, and i wish i knew of a specific way to get into this sort of mindset, but since ive always had it im not entirely sure how to gain it. but for one, i think its good to at least surround yourself with more people who are confident and unabashedly themselves- and encourage that in others- because being surrounded with that sort of energy i think can rub off on people eventually.

and sometimes also, it can be kind of fun to try mimicing a personality type like youre acting out a character. im not sure if itd work for everyone, but it can potentially start becoming internalized over time- sort of a "fake it til you make it" approach lol. i try it for things on occasion (like when im wanting to resemble a bit more of some favorite characters) until it starts feeling more natural to me!

also im glad i can be admired in this sort of way ;w; it feels nice that people can look at me and think "I Wanna Be Like That"... i hope being around me can help even a little for you to get a push to feel more comfortable being yourself! i want everyone to feel like they can be themselves around me!

[rickrosset]

Oscar Thoughts 2023

I'm bringing back my popular segment, Oscar Thoughts, mainly because I thought the Oscars were this past Sunday and they were not. Now, I have one more week to not watch any more movies from 2022. I'll just say it, it's March 2023 and I've moved on from 2022. I'm not out here wondering what the Best International movie is anymore. They could have sent screeners. Instead I watched Decision to Leave and moved on. Today, I'm discussing my rankings of the 2023 Best Picture Nominees. One thing to be clear about is my personal taste doesn't really align with a lot of other filmmakers. I like it when the movie is good and that's my main concern when I watch a film. 1. Tar - ****1/2 I love this movie and I'm surprised it never captured the Zeitgeist. There's nothing easy or straightforward about its approach to cancel culture and I think that's tough for some people. I love films about flawed geniuses (see The Social Network and Steve Jobs) and I appreciated the comedy and psychological thriller aspects more the second viewing. 2. Elvis - ****1/2 Because I know how much many people hate this movie, I have kept kind of mum on it but I really enjoyed Baz Luhrman's 'Elvis'. It felt like he finally had the material to match the incredible production design and bombastic, dizzying camera movement and constant cutting that has been his style since 1996's Romeo + Juliet (a junior classic for me). There's no defense for Tom Hanks' performance in Elvis but it's Austin Butler's world and everyone else is just getting by. A truly electric, hypnotic performance that could win an Oscar but could also lose to B. Fraser (whale gang) or Colin Farrell (still owed for his work in 2006's Miami Vice). 3. All Quiet on the Western Front - ****1/2 An instant modern war film classic that's score is still blaring in my brain. 4. Top Gun: Maverick - ****1/2 Recognizing the achievement that is Top Gun: Maverick is hard for some people because they don't view it as an Oscar movie. To them, I say what the fuck is going on with Avatar 2 then? Tom Cruise, Joseph Kosinski, Chris Macquarrie and Jerry Bruckheimer nail the landing with the sequel that ties up all the loose ends and raises the bar on aviation filmmaking. Are you not entertained? 5. Women Talking - **** Superbly acted film from one of my favorite actors from my youth, Sarah Polley (The Sweet Hereafter). I wanted to enjoy this movie more but it's a tough subject matter and it's mainly desaturated, washed out images of people talking in a barn. 6. The Banshees of Inisherin - **** To be clear, I enjoyed Banshees overall and found it funny, which is still the main goal of comedies. I've never seen In Bruges but I can't say I've ever been a Martin McDonagh fan. He's always ready to beat you over the head with symbolism and in this film, he ponders what creators owe fans and what it means to be an artist through the backdrop of an Irish isle during Civil War. Exceptional performances by everyone involved. It's just not one of my favorite films of the year. 7. The Fabelmans - ***1/2 I'm not here to throw shots at the King (Spielberg). He's made another technically brilliant film examining his own backstory in heartbreaking detail. My biggest issue with this film and other Spielberg works is I have very different sensibilities and attitudes toward the American Dream. I hated high school and I didn't care what anyone thought about me and I handled my parents divorce much differently. Spoilers: Young Steve, you broke the code (IYKYK). 8. Triangle of Sadness *** If you always wanted to know what a European version of "Curb Your Enthusiasm" would be, then here is your chance. I enjoyed director Ruben Ostlund's Force Majeure but TOS is a lot more overtly disgusting. It's not until the final act, which is basically a 5 star movie in itself, that I connected with the material. 9. Everything Everywhere All at Once *** When this movie wins Best Picture, it will become the first winner that I'll have walked out on in theaters (don't worry, I went back the next day and nearly walked out again but then bought two beers and just accepted that I wasn't into the film but it deserved to be finished). Here is my LB review that I've never wavered from "There’s a lot of 5 star moments in this movie and a lot of 1/2 star moments. I was exhilarated and also bored. The comedic moments often didn’t work for me. Daniel’s, I get it, you’re into butt stuff. I’m going to give this movie three stars because it’s not really for me but I’m glad I saw it and I’m even more happy to know movies like this can still get made. That said, I never need to see this movie again." 10. Avatar: The Way of Water - *1/2 SPOILERS: James Cameron starts the movie with the bad guys that are killed off in the first movie just being brought back into the Avatar world and basically tells the audience, I'm going to run it back and you're going to lap up these animated visuals like the little puppies you are. I was immediately out on this movie and wanted to walk out but instead went to concessions, bough two IPA's (it was in Texas and yes, there's a pattern here) and went back and watched the Swiss Family Cameron whaling adventure. Cool. 

[the-firebird69]

Picture wise asses and they show up and their military veterans and say they're helping to go off and they turn into sheriff's and try and apprehend our son for trumped up charges. I've been doing it for years I think we're not aware of it still. It is my numbing what these are doing here. I want more troops here I want volunteers I want people to volunteer for a tour and I'm listing how long it is and I want you to stay on whether you hate it or not. Is absolutely necessary and needed very badly people are such huge huge arrogant attitudes. They need to be taken down at least one run from nobody can do anything and they're going on getting shot all day at night it's ridiculous.

They're doing it as I'm having a dick as I'm dictating what he's putting on his phone the idiots are walking by saying if you trip me you're doomed and s*** like that which is untrue if he got rid of all of you in the mall by accident he's not doomed and he's done it before this is your stupid. It's a problem with you idiots here. And you don't seem to be able to learn a thing by most of you dying everyday. We need to back off of us and him. If not you're going to learn a lesson this afternoon. And what a bunch of gay boys.

There is a huge huge Force it's going into Florida now and it's replacing you idiots here and you seem to be completely ignorant of it. They're having her go by the African American women to accept the insults that are meant for the max and some of the neck turns. We're always out of line.

We're going to mountain defensive here and it's going to be meaningful I'm going to pull stashes and cashes out so you learn what it's like to be our son and be defenseless.

A huge Forest has come from the comet Empire and it equally large Force has come from the Black ship Empire and they're using Warhammer type ships and vessels when they're out in the ocean fighting we're helping to clear them much faster to take some forever and they suffocate everyone and we're taking this crap and really the scrap is going to who you people think it goes to

There are other things happening there's an undeniable Force heading towards Earth and it's from the comet Empire and they say they're going to take the remainder of the Black ships and they are assaulting the gigantic 25,000 MI comet Empire ship and they're assaulting the death stars and they're taking a beating and that force is going to be intercepted by foreigners and also my Warhammer ships.

Is a huge war and it's on now there's a lot of things happening and it seems that the Prometheus project is stalled out when it's not it is underway and it is undergoing a massive amounts of battles out there I ran in Iraq and over the embassy where some people are already stuck. And yes one of the shows that has to go forward is Moonraker and it is being set up to move shortly and Dan is prepping and Jason they're down to two space stations if they don't move on it there won't be anything up there and for the movie is like 10 balls left if they feel might be enough for Brazil. And it might but only to clear the rebels. If they think is satisfactory. And it will be fairly soon within a few days we believe that Moonraker shall occur one side occurs several movies do happen Argo is thrown into full gear and Fargo and then Tomorrowland and then it is aliens the series and Prometheus and covenant. Once that happens small balls will be cleared threats will be diminished and people have to build their own and it will be a different ball game and it'll be a different universe. We are using the time to remove large threats. we are requesting and we are calling it mandatory now for hours to sign on to our military regardless of your status. Except for those on earth. And we have a gigantic Force that is headed here and it's from Earth we have a massive force that is raised this morning and this early afternoon. The tutungans Are on the move and their force is massive. There's several ground bases that the Empire of Tommy f in the Empire of mac daddy have built on planets within the solar system two of which are on hoth one of which is on Titan and three of which are on Mars. And there's one being built in Jupiter but unsuccessfully most people can't stand the weight even though they dope and are in suits it's too much pressure for them. We have seen our son endured and it is a stress and a strain but he can.

We intend to announce their locations and we will watch you fight over them and diminish and we are taking territory as you give it up today we took about five states and average size state in the United States globally and we're walling it off now coordonng it as well. There's several hospitals nearby that need to be reprimanded and other institutions so I'm running a list and it is a comprehensive list and sending it out with assignments and I am also asking for an additional troops just as a controlling factor and a stay. We're going to raise the cage you here and take those caverns I don't really know that the caverns or their kg. No I really am impressing on people we need to and it's a necessary must. They are an asset and they are powerful asset and they get the job done very quickly. And also hoping and praying people will help Hera she's having a tough few days here and our sun is as well. Her son says he's fine and his handling it all well and he's evading and he's using it and he's helping us to control the situation and she thinks him and has seen him do it and yes he's not cracking or provoked to the point of breaking but boy they rude people they've always been rude in westborough been massively massively rude. And sit here and take the insults and things are going to have great power from it. When they lose most of what they have. We are pursuing other avenues and we are taking warlock territory and similar using castles and many other techniques we are also sending in specialist to eliminate them. And we also going after areas that we need for a factories and more and a revitalizing. It's a giant amount of construction now Thor Freya