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Jokes In The Cloud (Carlos Sainz x Comedian!Reader)

No Face Claim. All the pictures are from Pinterest.

CONGRATULATIONS TO CARLOS ON WINNING HIS SECOND GP THIS SEASON!!

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punchlineprincess Vacationing with the people who get on my nerve the most

y/bff/user you forgot to take me😔😔 punchlineprincess y/bff/user sorry bbg, next trip with you alone😘😘 y/cousin/user you annoy us more🙂 y/mum/user not a nice thing to say Y/N punchlineprincess y/mum/user I was joking😅😅 user1 if someone saw her IG they would think she's a model😍😍 user2 God I've seen what you've done for others, when is it my turn🥲🥲 user3 pretty and funny. I want her!!❤️❤️

{Reader's POV}

The gears in my head my turning, I didn't know what I was supposed to do. I still had to refine my script; I was sure I could do it if I have a few hours. "Sweetheart, dinner's ready" my dad called out from the bedroom door. "Dad, I have to leave" I stated. "To where?" my dad asked, walking in. "You know that Netflix special I was gonna film" I began, he nodded along, "well, they want to film it on Monday" I finished. "That's in a day" he stated. "2, since it's in New York" I explained. "Cassidy will send me my tickets, but I think I'll be leaving now" I spoke. "Sorry about ditching the family trip. I know how important it was for you" I mumbled. "It's okay, darling. This is bigger. This will catapult you to fame like you always wanted, I mean I'm already so proud of you but this is still bigger" he explained trying to calm me. "Me and your mum will help you pack, come on" he said and called my mum.

The two of them helped me pack my bags. He explained how my Netflix special would be filmed soon and I would be leaving soon to everyone. All my younger cousins and nieces and nephews were so excited. Cassidy sent me the tickets. I made sure to pack everything while my mum fed me, it was chaos in the best way possible. "I'll be leaving now" I hugged my parents good bye. "Can't wait to watch it" my aunt spoke patting my back. "Mention us" one of my younger cousin's spoke. "I'll try" I laughed. My niece kissed my cheek wishing me good bye. My nephew wasn't ready to let me go yet, my brother had to pull him off me.

I waved good bye as the taxi left the resort, my family waving back as I disappeared. The ride to the airport was short, I was too busy going through my material to notice when I reached the airport. I paid the taxi driver and hauled my luggage to the check-in desk. The person behind it, checked me in and I was headed to immigration. This was the first time I noticed that I was sitting first class. When did my manager have this kind of money to book first class. I'd have to bring it up with her once I had the time.

I got done with all the formality and headed to the waiting area, where I spent my time going through my script and tweaking it ever so often. I downed a RedBull to try to align myself to New York time, so that I can combat the jet lag.

As the speaker's announced the boarding for my flight, I grabbed all my stuff with the plan to finish it up on the plane. The air-host lead me to my seat. I noticed a man sat on the seat next to mine, he looked an awful lot familiar, until it hit me that it was Carlos Sainz; my heart started pounding. I walked up to my seat, put my luggage away and sat down. My hands were shaking by the time I sat down, pulling my laptop out. I started typing away with shaky hands. "Is that a script?" a voice came from beside me. I turned around to find Carlos with his head turned, trying to figure out what's written. "Yeah, I'm a comedian, this is a script for my show" I tried to speak as confidently and calmly as possible. "That's cool. I'm Carlos, Carlos Sainz" he introduced himself. "I'm Y/N, Y/N Y/L/N" I shook his hand. "I'm a Formula One driver, maybe you'e heard about me" he further elaborated. I know, I've been obsessed with you for years, my poor brother has to listen to me talk about you for hours after every race, analysing the whole race. I have a fan account called carloslover, were the thoughts running through my head. "Yeah, I must've heard about Formula One some where" I said tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. "Well it's nice to meet you" Carlos said. "It's nice to meet you too" I said with a smile. "I'll let you get back to your work" Carlos said pointing at my laptop.

I spent a couple more minutes working on it before I was disturbed by Carlos, not like I was complaining; "I'm sorry but I'm kind of curious about what the script your working on is about" Carlos spoke slowly. "I'm filming a Netflix special in New York. So, I'm fine tuning my script" I chuckled. "Oh, sorry for disturbing you" Carlos replied sheepishly. Damn, he looked so cute, I caught myself fawning at him. "Ah, it's nothing." I quickly looked away, "I love when people are interested in what I do" I smiled. "Then, I will continue to annoy you a bit" he laughed. "Be my guest" I smiled back.

A few more tweaks and a good hour later, I was able to close the laptop, happy with the script I had at hand. "I'm guessing you're done" Carlos chimed in. "I am" I said stretching a little. "Maybe you could practice a bit with me" Carlos suggested. "I do want to practice my crowd work" I thought out loud.

"So, Carlos are you really a full time driver or a model? I can't really tell" I said. Carlos's face turned red, "Is this how you do crowd work?" he trailed. "I, no, can't let the opportunity to flirt with a man as handsome as you go" I smirked. Carlos's blush only deepened, "So, I'm special" he laughed. "Obviously" I shrugged. "If it's anything, I thought you were a model and not a comedian" he retorted. "I get that a lot. But doesn't work in my profession when people don't think pretty people tell good jokes" I retorted back. "I've never heard any of your jokes, but I'm sure you're funny since Netflix wants you" Carlos said. "Hope so" I said holding up my hands with crossed fingers.

I felt like the time flew by, as Carlos kept me company. Just as the flight was about to land; "Will I see you again?' Carlos asked hopefully. "You could, if I had your number" I remarked. Carlos pulled his phone out and handed it to me. I put my number in and called myself. "I'll see you soon." I winked as I saved Carlos's number. "Can't wait" Carlos replied, smiling at me as we grabbed our luggage to leave.

Cassidy was waiting for me as I exited the airport. "I'm so sorry, I should've checked my emails" she apologised grabbing my bag. "It's fine, let's go. I'm exhausted" I replied grabbing my bag back. We caught an uber back to the hotel. I rehearsed my script with Cassidy for the next few hours, trying not to memorise it so it would sound genuine.

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punchlineprincess Done filming my first special, can't wait for it to air🥹🥹

y/bff/user I'M SO EXCITED🤭🤭 user4 I'll watch it just to see that outfit😍 user5 so pretty😍😍 y/mum/user so proud of my baby💖 y/dad/user my baby's all grown up😭❤️

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punchlineprincess Joked my way into his life🫣🫣

y/bff/user ooohhhh who is this??👀👀 y/dad/user what is this behaviour y/n??? user6 OMG!!! I love this❤️❤️ user7 the best couple ever and idek the guy😅😅 user9 y/n being sporty wasn't in my bingo card🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️ user10 the golf date!!!❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥 user11 I want to go to an art museum with my lover and imitate art like that😏😏 user12 this is so Carlos coded plus he's in the likes😣😣

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punchlineprincess I may have gone overboard for the premier at home🥲😅

y/bff/user I'M SCREAMING WHILE WATCHING IT🥹🥹 y/mum/user my baby❤️ carlossainz55 so proud of you ❤️Liked by Author user13 what does Carlos mean by that, like he knows her🙂👀 user14 the funniest shit i've watched in a while🤣🤣 user15 loved this so much!!!❤️🤣 user16 finally the real comedian that's getting the recognition she deserves😂😂

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punchlineprincess Sorry I'm not normal about my boyfriend winning his second race this season😭😭

carlossainz55 I think having you there was my lucky charm🍀❤️ punchlineprincess carlossainz55 aww!! but it was your big brain and hard work❤️❤️🥹 y/bff/user aww!! watching both my babies win respectively 😭😭Liked by carlossainz55 and punchlineprincess y/dad/user good job Carlos👍 Liked by carlossainz55 user12 I should've known after those dates🤦‍♀️🤦‍♀️ user20 seeing her hug his mom when he won was so cute😭😭 user21 the most unlikely couple🥹🥹 user22 I get it Carlos, I get it😍😍 user23 Vamos Carlos!!👍👍 user24 I want a full timeline how everything went down😩 user25 I'm so happy I got to witness this race😭😭 user26 she was so sweet to all the fans and even took pictures with us!!😭🥹

After the race win celebrations on the podium and the team, after the interviews when I finally got him all to myself; "I'm so proud of you baby" I whispered as I pressed a kiss on his lips. "I'm so happy you got to see me win" Carlos mumbled not letting go. "I can't believe instead of watching you on TV I got to watch you in real life" I said pulling away. "I don't know why you lied to me when we met" Carlos laughed. "Well I couldn't tell you I'm @ carloslover on Instagram and Twitter and I've been in love with you since you debuted" I laughed. "I think I wouldn't have paid much attention since you're so pretty" Carlos smiled running his hands down my sides to rest on my waist. "Well I'm a Carlos lover and I am Carlos's lover. It's a win win" I smiled, "You and I both, princessa, you and I both" Carlos captured my lips in another, yet steamy kiss pulling me closer so my body was touching his, "You are all sticky and smell of champagne", I mumbled against his lips trying to pull away but Carlos pulled me closer, "No" he muttered and continued kissing me. He walked back to sit on the couch pulling me down with him, straddling his lap. He pulled me closer, our bodies touching, his hands roaming mine before they found home on my ass. We pulled away slightly breathless but Carlos than started his assault on my neck, sucking on my sweet spot near my collar bone while pushing me down on his lap. I could feel him grow under me. I pushed him away, "Nope" I said firmly. "No?" he asked cocking his head to the right with his big brown puppy eyes, "We're not doing it here. Let's get back to the hotel, maybe after you smell a little less like alcohol, I'll think about it" I said getting up. "Y/N" he whined holding my hands as I stood in front of him. "Not even for today's race winner" he pouted. "No. Baby, this is your work place. I will do anything and everything you want but out of the paddock" I said. "The car?" Carlos perked up. "Carlos, darling, we'll be on the headline tomorrow reading Carlos Sainz Jr knows how to celebrate his win in Mexico with girlfriend in his black Ferrari" I said. "Fine, Let's go back soon. I can't wait" he humphed before going to change out of his race suit. "I love you" I called out. "También te amo" he called back.

[froggibus]

Valentine's NSFW - Overwatch Men

Pairings: Baptiste, Cassidy, Genji, Hanzo, Ramattra & Reaper x fem! reader (reader uses she/her pronouns + has a pussy)

Genre: smut/NSFW

CW: cheesy Valentines things, aftercare, manhandling, bondage, role play, toys, shibari, praise, degradation, dirty talk, oral (giving & receiving) unprotected sex, p in v, cum stuffing, overstimulation, cervix fucking, teasing

i flopped so hard this Valentine’s Day but here’s some overwatch content 😭 im sorry my fellow lucio enjoyers i simply couldn’t do it i could not write him for valentines

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Baptiste:

he’s a busy man, it’s a rare occasion that he has a day off, let alone two 

wants to make the most of his time with you 

takes his time to decorate your room, even changing the sheets to nice red ones and lighting some candles

for him it’s all about the ambience 

takes his time to seduce you, starting with kissing you, then moving down your neck and so on

takes his time with your chest, his expert hands turning you into a moaning mess 

when you’re finally so wet that you’re begging him just to touch you, he knows you’re ready

has you spread out on the bed, his head buried between your legs 

it’s been so long since he was able to eat you out, it’s like a feast to him 

doesn’t stop until you’ve came on his face at least twice, until his beard and chin are dripping with your juices 

he’s so gentle but so intentional with his touches 

teases your clit with his cock and laughs at the way you squirm and plead for him to put it in 

once he puts it in, it’s not coming out until he’s fully satisfied 

the man is insatiable, he’s drilling his cock into you like he’s trying to push it straight into your womb

it brushes your cervix and makes you wince, the pain only adding to the overwhelming pleasure you feel

loves cumming inside of you but saves it for special occasions like today

his aftercare is unmatched, the man has a basket of things to help soothe you after the fact 

he’ll massage your shoulders and talk you down

and always forces you to pee because god forbid you get a UTI (although he’d take extra good care of you then, too)

Cassidy:

wants to try absolutely anything

he’s always a kinky mf but Valentine’s is his excuse to dial it up to 11

buys you cute underwear that you can show off to him 

wants to roleplay 

once you get in bed with this man you’re not getting out all night 

he’ll have your hands cuffed behind your back while he watches you try to ride him 

just watching you struggle to take his cock without bracing yourself with his hands is enough to have him cumming

it’s just so cute how pathetic you are, dragging your walls up and down his thick cock and whining how it’s “too much”

gets tired of your whining and has you flipped in doggy, your head pressed into the mattress

this man is breeding you for hours

even after your pussy is aching and dripping with his cum, he’ll try to keep going 

switches between praise and degradation so fast he gives you whiplash

“so good f’me…takin’ my cock so well.”

spanks you if you get too quiet

“fuck, you’re sucha slut for me, aren’t ya?”

there will be bruises on your wrists from the handcuffs

when he finally lets you out of the bed, you can’t even walk on your own

so he runs you a hot bath with nice smelling salts, candles and lotions 

Genji:

kinky mf 

he’s probably been preparing for tonight for months 

has some of that aphrodisiac chocolate and definitely feeds it to you

so much foreplay 

he has you laying against his chest, legs spread out over his own, your pussy wide open for his fingers to dip into 

he loves playing with you and teasing you, listening to you whimper that’s it’s ’too much’ and you ‘can’t take it anymore’

your cute whines must make him want to bury his cock in you and pound you 

but tonight is about you and he wants to take his time 

definitely brought some toys with him, like a magic wand and a rabbit 

has the vibrator pressed against your clit while he fingers you

even after you cum a few times and whine about how you’re getting overstimulated, he still wants to fuck you until your brain is mush

it’s sweet relief when he finally puts the toys away and lays you down on the bed

you weakly spread your legs around his hips and give him access to your puffy pussy

feels so fucking good 

he gets so deep inside you every time, and he’s going slow enough that you can feel it every time his cockhead brushes your walls

whispers praises in your ear about how good you are, about how you just need to give him one more and he’ll be done 

“one more” turns into an extra hour 

by the end of the night, you’re completely fucked out and drooling, your pussy aching from how good he took care of you

helps you clean yourself up, planting kisses on your burning skin  

Hanzo:

SHIBARI

he’s been waiting so long for you to want to try it

you run to the bedroom when you get back from dinner 

Hanzo is so patient waiting outside until you finally yell come in 

you’ve stripped yourself to just your lingerie and you’re kneeling on the floor, holding silky red ropes in your hands 

he’s instantly hard just seeing you submit to him 

binds you up so nicely in the pretty little ropes, making sure you’re properly tied but keeping all your good places on display

manhandles you in front of him so he can prod at that pretty mouth with his cock

smears pre all of your lips and cheeks before pushing past your mouth and finally feeling your tongue on his length

you look so cute and helpless sitting beneath him and slobbering on his cock 

probably straight up carries you by the ropes on your back and tosses you into the bed 

you are doing it in every position tonight 

bent over, balls slapping your clit with every thrust 

on top of him, laying on his chest clawing desperately while he pounds you

against the wall, over the bed, on your knees, on his lap

he’s taking you any way he can

ends it in a mating press, undoing some of the ropes to offer you enough slack to fold your knees into your chest

leans over and coos about how cute you look with tears and cum smeared on your face

you’re stuffed with cum at the end of the night, laid out in the bed, face on his chest

Ramattra:

has no idea what Valentines is, and even after you explain doesn’t quite understand it

but if it’s important to you…

is teasing you the whole fucking day 

pinning you against the wall and rubbing your pussy until you’re dripping wet, pulling you into his lap when you walk by so you can feel the thrumming in his crotch plate 

he wants you soaked, prepped and ready for him at any time so that when he does decide to take you, he doesn’t have to waste any time

has you cockwarming him while he does work, an arm around your waist to hold you down on his massive length while his other taps away at a keyboard 

you’re squirming and writhing in his lap for more but his grip is like iron 

eventually he gives in to your incessant pleasing

“it’s St Valentines after all”

but don’t even think about trying to disobey him or try anything funny 

pretty much uses you like a flesh light the rest of the night 

the benefit of him being so strong is that he can manoeuvre you in anyway that he wants 

and given that he’s an omnic, he can go all night and never falter 

he’s brutal with his thrusts, pounding into you until your juices are spraying out and coating the plates of his thighs

“Look at how you’re gushing on me,” he teases, “look at how ruined your pussy is.”

probably fucks you until you’re on the verge of falling asleep 

after he’s done with you, when you’re laying and looking al cute and fucked out in his bed

he’ll just brush your hair away from your face. “Happy St Valentine’s, dear.”

Reaper:

he does not give a fuck about Valentine’s Day 

but if it gives him an excuse to take you in anyway he wants, he’s in

absolutely not what he has in mind when you’re binding him to your headboard with handcuffs 

he won’t admit it but he’s into it 

you spend over an hour just teasing him 

rubbing, licking, drooling on his cock, watching the way he shifts uncomfortably with every move 

it’s only after he calls out, “just fuck me or move on, please” that you listen to him 

Reyes never says please so you know he’s desperate 

of course you won’t even think about putting his cock inside of you until he's came in your mouth at least once

when you finally straddle his hips and sink down on his cock, Reaper is beyond impatient 

he’s straining against his handcuffs, telling you what a whore you are and how he can’t wait to get out of these and fuck you silly

you ride him painfully slow, scratching up his chest with your nails as you slide up and down his cock

eventually you get desperate and start bouncing even more, forcing his cock as deep as it can go

just as you’re about to cum, Reaper snaps the bedposts and frees his hands 

you’re in shock from the pure fucking strength it took and have no time to react before he’s flipping you on your back and taking you 

the muscles in his arms are strained as he props himself up above you, veins protruding 

just for teasing him, you’re not leaving the room until you’ve come at least three or four times 

or unless you beg for mercy (though Gabe is a wild card, and it’s a 50/50 if he’ll even let you go)

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Saw your most recent tiktok🤭

Could you do something for Lucio when you get the chance? Please and thank you

First date headcannons with Lucio, Cole Cassidy, Mauga, Lifeweaver, and Genji with gn!reader

Word count: 1.7k

Warnings: Fluff, a little suggestive but not too much.

Notes: The ask probably meant NSFW but wanted to write something light while i work on an anon request for Cole Cassidy. Prefer girls? check here

Lucio:

I always think of his valentines day voiceline bless him, he'd be quite nervous to ask you out. If you don't do it for him, he'll most likely want to be traditional and get you flowers before stuttering out an invitation.

Once you've actually said yes, he'll relax a little bit.

Most likely your first date is going to be music related. He won't take you to his own concert, but if there's a concert playing music he knows you'll like he'll take you there.

Alternatively, might take you dancing to show off a little. When he's around music, he feels much more confident so he'll be able to be himself and even be a little flirty.

You might have to put up with people coming up to him for his autograph though. But it'll give him a rush when everyone realises he's on a date with you.

After dancing the night away, he'll probably take you to try some street food. He'll insist on paying, he's a celebrity after all! But he ends up not needing to when the vendors recognise him as the hero who stood up to Vishkar and insist on giving you both what you want free of charge.

Given that the weather is nice, he'll do his best to be respectful and not look at your body too much. However if you're wearing shorts...lord have mercy, they're his weakness.

When you guys part ways, he might cheekily ask for a goodnight kiss but he's happy with anything. Considering how much fun you both had, he's confident you two will go out again sometime.

Feeling the beat of the music, Lucio moves like it's second nature to him. You both laughing and joking as he starts to dance with you, his hands respectful in their placement before he spins you around, making you both laugh again.

"Not bad babe, maybe you should be a backing dancer at my shows." he teases playfully, trying not to let his eyes look down at how your legs look in your shorts. Although with the way you start to move, he isn't sure he can resist the temptation.

Cole Cassidy:

Will ask you out pretty smoothly in conversation, hardly giving you time to process that you've been asked on a date before the cowboy starts to think about his ideas.

Invites you on a hiking trail, giving you both plenty of time to talk and get to know each-other.

He'll do the stereotypical action of taking his hat off when he sees you and gives you a small bow, flustering you a little.

As you walk, he won't initiate physical contact for a while, waiting until you guys cross some sort of stream or rough terrain; he use the opportunity to hold out his hand to help you over, before interlocking his fingers with yours.

Quite easy to talk to, and flirtatious comments seem to roll off his tongue without him meaning to. He'll compliment your outfit and hairstyle, before making comments about how the sun reflects so lovely off your eyes.

Prefers asking you questions and listening to you, he's working on being more emotionally vulnerable and open especially about his past, but it's still difficult for him.

Afterwards, you both will have worked up an appetite, so he'll take you to a diner for a bite to eat. Sitting in a booth, he might teasingly play footsie with you under the table to watch you laugh.

He'll have to get coffee, since he hasn't had his cigar for hours. He didn't want to smoke while on the date, a little concerned you'll find it rude. But towards the end he'll get a little twitchy.

Will offer to pay, southern values and all that.

Will also offer to walk you home, and will definitely come in if you invite him.

Approaching a stream, the running water providing a soothing ambiance as Cole steps forward. He hops over the stream before holding out his hand for you, causing you to giggle.

"What? A cowboy can't be a gentleman?" he teases, as you take his hand and he helps you across, "There you go pumpkin."

Smoothly, he interlocks your fingers, holding your hand tight and gently rubbing his thumb over the back of your hand as you both resume the walk. Looking to his left, he makes some remark about the surroundings to distract himself from the warm feeling in his chest as he feels the heat of your palm against his.

Mauga:

This man is CONFIDENT, he asks you out with his cocky grin almost like he knows you'll say yes.

Wants a relaxing date, so will ask you for drinks at one of his favourite bars.

Once you meet him there, he's nothing if not charming. He lays the compliments on pretty thick, with a cheeky smile that gets wider the more you feel flustered.

He's also hilarious, finding it so rewarding to make you laugh and giggle at his jokes. Isn't afraid to play the part of the fool if it means you'll be entertained.

Is hyper aware of his large size, and while he loves feeling bigger and stronger in the bedroom, in this context don't be surprised if he hunches himself over a bit to make you feel more at ease.

Also don't be surprised if he grips his glass too tight to make it smash, pretending to be hurt worse so you'll dote on him, he likes the attention more than he should.

He has to really restrain himself from getting too handsy with you, he doesn't want to scare you off. But he'll brush his hand against your hair or arm as he speaks.

Most likely will just get up and leave without paying lmao.

And will most certainly invite you to go home with him.

"And someone as pretty as you with a guy like me? People will think i'm payin' ya." he says with a laugh, causing your cheeks to burn as you giggle alongside him. Taking a sip of his drink, his eyes won't leave yours. "Someone as small as you as well, though it ain't hard for someone to be smaller than me."

You can't help but agree with his statement as he hunches over the bar with you, his thigh brushing against yours. He notices, and subtly presses his thigh more into yours, almost manspreading on the bar-stool.

Lifeweaver:

oh my god, the ROMANCE.

Listen I've said before he's the type of nerd to read romance novels and take notes, best believe he's planning the most romantic date he can, especially if he's caught feelings for you.

He'll show up, dressed to the nines with a bouquet of red roses with gold string attaching a little love note and hand them to you. He'll kiss your hand and open the car door for you and drive you to a lovely restaurant.

Most likely booked ahead to score the best table, and told the waiters to make it as romantic as they could.

But despite everything, he's secretly nervous. He planned it all so meticulously in his head, what if it goes wrong?

Not that you'd know his internal panicked monologue with how he treats you, he'd be so complimentary without overdoing it. Charming you with speech about your clothes, hair, everything. Will also start to drop in petnames like 'darling' and 'petal' to see how you react.

Is a little scared to hold your hand cause his hand is a little sweaty from the nerves, so he'll gently trace your fingers with his metal hand instead.

He's paying for the meal, you''ll have probably have guessed that already.

Will take you home and kiss your cheek, but will most likely leave it there. He doesn't want you to think he only wants you physically, so he'll be as respectful as possible.

"Well i assure you, you're the most radiant person in here." Niran says with a soft smile, his eyes tracing up and down your body and face as you sit down. His hair half up, he places his metal hand on the table, gently nudging your hand as if to ask permission.

"But please, order anything you'd like. My treat." he says, almost stuttering when you hold his hand, the cool metal refreshing against your touch. When you thank him and look down at the menu, he releases a breath he didn't realise he was holding. It's going well so far, he thinks, even if he's blown away by how you look all dressed up.

Genji:

bless him, he's also kinda nervous. He used to be a playboy, he never once used to be bothered with asking people out. But after his accident, now that his body is mostly metal, a lot of his confidence has been knocked.

But he'll try to hide it as he suggests an aquarium date. He finds the colours and the marine life quite therapeutic and calming, and hopes you'll feel that way too.

Prefers to stay away from the crowds, standing by the less popular exhibits to talk to you.

Will love to ask about your job, especially if it's more 'mundane' than his. He'll want almost a taste of the normality, something he's never really had in his life.

Will offer to take your picture against the backdrop of the fish tanks, his chest feeling fuzzy as he sees how gorgeous you look.

As you two explore, he'll gently go to hold your hand. When you reciprocate, he won't let go, clinging to your hand like a lifeline.

When you go into the gift shop, he'll surprise you by buying a soft plush toy of a fish or shark behind your back.

Most likely will ask if you want to go back to his, not realising how it sounds until after he's said it, to which he'll quickly reassure you he doesn't expect anything to happen.

"Oh look at those." you say excitedly, tugging him over to the jellyfish exhibit. He of course follows wherever you lead him, his hand firmly gripping yours.

"Here, let me take a picture." he offers, taking your phone and stepping back to get a good angle. You pose, and he swears he stops breathing when he sees your through the phone camera. He has to look at you above the device, mesmerised by how the blue hues reflect on your face.

"Genji? Have you taken the picture?"

[velovw]

How would OW characters love you?

(Ft. Reaper, Genji, Ramattra, Hanzo, Venture and Cassidy)

A/N: It's been quite a while, but I'm happy to share a little thing I've written.

Reaper

At first, Gabriel would refuse the idea of being in love. There was no way the thing he had become was deserving of love - nor did you deserve to be with anything like him. The confession would probably come from you, or the feelings you two have for each other would simply be locked away and forgotten with time. Unsure touches, hesitancy in communication would plague your relationship early on, leading to frustrating fights and time spent apart.

Gabriel had spent so long being Reaper, that he had forgotten how to treat another gently, softly. Years of being one of Talon’s obedient and ruthless weapon left him scarred, almost a husk of the man he one day was. Patience, lots of it, would be needed to build a healthy relationship with him. With time, he would slowly start to mimic the actions you did to him - learning from you on how to love and be loved - this could lead to Gabriel learning to love you just the way you want him to.

Not big on romantic gestures, and doesn’t like PDA. He has an underlying fear that if anyone were to find about his weak spot for you, it would mean harm your way.

Genji

A cupid 's arrow.

It would not take him long to recognize the emotions he was experiencing, as the excitement and exhilaration of a new love were familiar to him due to his youth. The anxiety and giddy feelings were difficult to overlook or ignore. He would not hesitate to express his feelings, as he was quick at noticing if someone reciprocated his affections based on their reactions to his affections. He was accustomed to this aspect of a relationship and would confidently touch and remain close to the person he was interested in whenever possible.

Wouldn’t be able to hide your relationship, almost always bringing you up in a conversation. Excitedly calling you his partner.

Due to his past, Genji would have an underlying anxiety about performing well as a partner. He was good at sweet talk, enough to make your heart flutter - but when it came down to serious conversations and fights, he would almost shut down. In the past, whenever these things happened, he would simply dump his past partners and move on - but he didn’t want to do that now. So he would be awkward, asking you what he could do to amend the wrongs and fix the situation. He would heavily depend on you to guide him in that way.

Ramattra

Love? How futile.

He had no time for such weak emotions, no time to spend worrying over your safety when you were a human - the kind he hated with his very being. No. Ramattra only spent his attention and utmost care towards the cause he believed in.

Or that's what he desperately wanted to believe.

Every word, every moment would be recorded through his optics and stored forever in his hard-drive. Ramattra’s touches sometimes felt… ghostly. As if he was afraid of breaking you. But he was always sure to impose his threatening aura around strangers.

But the amount of stress his system felt when he saw you in the middle of the battlefield, how he was reluctant to end your life right where you stood, proved it all to him that he was *wrong*. Ramattra would take what felt like a lifetime to confess, seeing you sick and injured pushed him to it - the reminder of your mortality severely affecting him. Would try to do everything at once one day, showcasing his innocent and lack of experience in *love*.

A silent reminder of your importance.

Hanzo

Throughout the most part of Hanzo's life, there were only two things he felt the most. The bitter regret and the pain of tomorrow. Losing everything came at a great cost and it shined clearly when you met Hanzo for the first time, when you tried to befriend him - the look in his eyes. Hanzo would avoid you emotionally once he feels… different. Part of him knows what he feels but another one denies it with all of his strength. Not for pride, simply because he's afraid of losing once again.

A wall to talk to. His indifference at the start would drive you crazy, driving you away until he finally realizes how much more empty he feels with your absence. Even so, does a small act of servitude by giving you your favorite food - a small attempt to see if you still care for him. Just enough so he can *try* and allow himself to feel the gentle feeling of love.

Small smiles your way, brushing your hand with his while passing by. All small but mean so, so much for Hanzo. There is no shyness, just gentleness, and no fear of showcasing such feelings in front of others.

Venture

Spending most of their life researching and excavating did really not leave any space for romance. Venture would be quick to accept the feeling, the rush of adrenaline and giddy feeling quickly taking over their mind as they realized they liked you. It would be obvious to anyone around them. The way their eyes would be searching for you in the room, quickly asking someone if they've seen you and when they do finally see you - the biggest smile they can muster.

Your name would be mentioned by them every chance they get.

A confession would take mere days, and if you weren't totally sure about them - they'd at least hope you'd let them take you out on dates so you can get to know each other better. Small trinkets of their affection would be given to you, crystals and rocks being the main source of it, secretly hoping you'd try and find the meaning of them.

Their only flaw is being overly excited about the feeling, sometimes overly romanticizing you and getting disappointed when you don't reach their standards.

Cassidy

Smooth.

Cassidy would recognize the blush that would dust his cheeks when you were around, how he seemed to want to impress and sweet talk you. That would be his way of gaining your favor slowly, calling you sweet nicknames and trying to charm you with his words. A small brush of his shoulders on yours, opening doors for you and tipping his hat when he passes by - all small acts that are meant to sweep you off of your feet.

A relationship would bloom slowly, as he would like to ride out the early fluttering feeling of love. Going through all the small showcases such as holding your hand, gifting you something meaningful before taking you out on a date and asking you two to finally be oficial. To everyone else around you, it was clear that Cassidy was courting you - and no one else dared to attempt anything. Whispers of his past holding them back on doing so.

Cassidy’s flaw would be being too warm or too cold. Either giving you hurtful but helpful advice, or comforting and unhelpful ones. It would solely depend on his mood, but you can always tell when he doesn't really wanna make decisions. Sometimes he just wants to exist, to let himself breath without any worries.

[sugrhigh]

BOY NEXT DOOR 4 - ( c.s )

part three

summary- you and your roommates live beside a bunch of senior hockey players, one of them being the infamous team captain chris sturniolo. he’s effortlessly flirty and undeniably attractive, but he’s also a pain in your ass. you find that you have to fight between lust and hatred as you finally get to know the boy next door, whether you want to or not.

warnings- cursing, slightly suggestive MEOW

neighbor/hockey!chris x fem!reader

a/n: PART FOUR! i promise u guys are not ready for what’s coming next 🫨 thank u to everyone who’s been reading along i love u all so very much!! my inbox is always open and i hope ur having a wonderful day (also doesn’t that first pic look so much like chris i screamed)

@cutenote @mattybsbitch @mattsmunch @breeloveschris @l9vesick @bb-1s-blog @sturnifyed @julessspoetry @annamcdonalds67 @beijhe @gnxosblog @braindead4l @hearts4matty @orangeypepsi @luckistar-posts @angelworldspost @ponyosturniolo @rainyenthusiastdaze @cupidsword @sturnvvz @wurlibydominicfike @mattswrld @yoursopretty15 @poopydroopt @latinasforchrizz @bernardsleftbootycheek @trilliwarner @hearts4chris @rubyjaneaxx @reallykaz @sturnlvrs

“wow, someone looks extra hot tonight.” cassidy comments as she walks into your room, which is laughable coming from her.

she’s an angel, literally glowing in her multi-colored halter. you swear you shop at the same places, and yet she somehow always finds the gems.

“god, says you.” you joke, unable to keep a straight face as you stand up from your desk.

but you’re all done up too, dressed in a red tube top and some black jeans that flare out a little, hugging your hips just right. and yeah, you’re a bit smug knowing that you’re going to chris’s party looking extra great, but you embrace the post-pregame confidence.

“are you sure you want to go? we really don’t have to.” cass asks as you pass by her into the upstairs hallway.

“i mean, why not? i can never turn down free alcohol.” you shrug, and it’s part of the truth.

paying for yourself at the bar is never as fun, and the chances of somebody buying your drinks is usually slim. plus it’s on shithead’s tab tonight, which makes it that much sweeter.

“i totally agree. i just…” her smile falters a little, and she sighs, “i just don’t want you to get hurt or anything.”

it makes you pause, hearing her say that. you’d ended up talking to both of your roommates after chris came knocking on your bedroom door, and they’d been rightfully wary of his excuse.

but her words kind of confirm your worries; that chris is someone to be feared, someone to keep at a distance. like you won’t be able to resist the charm.

like you’ll fall.

“he can’t hurt me if i don’t let him.” you reply, and you’re not sure if you’re trying to convince her or yourself.

“okay, i won’t push it. i know you’re tough, but i can’t help but check in.” cass nods at you before you head down the stairs.

“i appreciate it, but i’m good, so let’s go get bombed.” you’re grinning again, still buzzing from the two drinks you’d finished while doing your makeup.

ramona is already downstairs, bopping along to the beat of the music she has playing on the tv. she’s midway through a shot of tequila as you round the corner to the kitchen, swallowing so she can bite down on a slice of lime with her free hand.

you and cassidy both chuckle at the grimace that passes over her face.

“you ready party animal?” cass teases.

“always.” she replies once she’s calm, placing the tiny glass into the sink before screwing the cap back onto the bottle of alcohol.

each of you shove your old beat up shoes onto your feet, and mona turns off the television seconds after. you can still feel the bass vibrating, but you know it’s coming from the house beside you, which makes your heart jump into your throat.

you walk out the door, one behind the other like a row of ducks as you trample through the thin layer of snow from a few days prior.

tonight, you can tell chris has his own mix on, because you recognize the yeat song that’s currently playing. you’ve always liked his taste more than the others.

you’ll never admit that to him, though.

it’s way louder now that you’re up close, and you can literally feel the party raging. ramona leads the pack, stepping inside and swinging the door open for the rest of you.

the darkness swallows you once you step inside, but your eyes adjust quickly. you recognize some people as you shift through the crowd, regulars who are usually here and a couple of guys on the team.

you try not to look for chris, instead choosing to focus on the back of ramona’s head while you guys shuffle to the kitchen for drinks. there’s a few people chatting as you step through the archway, one of them being ben. his sandy blonde hair is pushed away from his face, and he smiles at your arrival.

“hey there neighbors!” he greets each of you guys with a side hug, clearly already drunk even though it’s only eleven.

you just thank god he set his cup down, because you know he would have spilled it all over.

“benjamin, always a pleasure.” cassidy laughs at his slightly sloppy demeanor.

“chris is gonna be really happy.” ben shoots a smirk your direction, and you roll your eyes, opting to move to the bottles of cheap vodka on the counter.

“i really don’t care.” you snark, pouring a hefty bit of alcohol into your cup before setting the handle back down.

“feisty tonight, woah!” he holds his hands up in surrender.

your friends follow close behind, making their own drinks and pouring them equally as strong.

“where’s your girl, benny? haven’t seen her around in a minute.” ramona asks with a small smile, clearly trying to change the subject.

“she’s out at the bar. girls night or something.” ben shrugs as you add some sprite to your drink and take a sip.

it’s extremely bitter even with the mixer, but you choke it down and deal with the burn. you’re still not tipsy enough, so you’re playing catch-up to try and reach the level you want to be at.

mona nods at this as she slides back up next to you, cassidy joining moments later when she’s done making her drink.

“well, tell her to come around soon, i miss her.” she requests.

“i miss her too, i’ll pass the message along.” ben points a finger at her like he’s locking in a promise, loopy grin morphing his features.

“alright, we’re going to dance, but i’m sure we’ll see you later.” cass waves her free hand goodbye before you all make your way back into the masses, shoving your way into the living room.

it’s pretty packed tonight, as usual, and a sheen layer of sweat already covers your skin. you run a hand through your hair while cassidy meshes into the crowd, making enough room for you guys to move around.

bodies bump against yours as you all dance to the music together, sipping your drinks and laughing at each other’s silly moves. you swear you’ve seen connor now too, and yet you still haven’t spotted chris.

you suppose this is a good thing, because the sensation of being inebriated is only just beginning to wash over your body, and you don’t want to deal with him sober.

so you dance, and drink, and dance and drink some more, letting the hazy lights illuminate you as you bop around with your friends.

you’re knocking back the last of your fifth beverage of the night when you feel someone come up behind you, hand snaking to hold your waist gently. your first assumption is chris, and your heart leaps into your throat, but you’re wrong.

it’s a guy you don’t recognize. his black tapered hair is a mess on his head as he gazes at you hungrily.

“dance with me?” he asks over the music.

cassidy and ramona are seconds away from stepping in, but you shake your head at them to indicate you’re fine. for once, you don’t really mind being hit on, especially because he’s kind of cute and you’re definitely drunk.

it’s not like it means anything anyways.

so you back up slightly, his front flush against your spine as you move your hips, rolling them into his own.

your friends grin devilishly as the two of you sway together, so close it almost feels like you’re one person. his hand presses flat against your stomach, holding you so he can feel the friction of your ass grinding against him.

you swear it’s only been a second before the crowd parts slightly, revealing a pissed-off looking chris as he barrels his way past the other people in the living room. his eyes are ablaze, and he yanks you away from the mystery man the second he’s close enough.

“get lost, jamie.” he snaps at the boy you were with, whose eyes are wide in fear now.

he must be an underclassman then, because he scurries away instantly, too scared to stand his ground against the captain of the team and the host of the party.

“what the fuck, chris? i was having fun.” you cross your arms over your chest, slurring ever so slightly as you glare at him.

he doesn’t respond to this; instead, his chest heaves like he just ran a marathon, and his dark gaze trails up and down your body. he grabs your wrist and tugs you toward the staircase without a reply.

your friends watch in awe as he drags you away, though neither of them bother to interfere. they’re swallowed by the swarm moments later, and your stomach flips at the fact that they’re gone.

it’s just you and him now.

the foyer blurs by as you reach the stairs, and you nearly stumble trying to keep up with his pace. you’ve only just made it to the privacy of the upstairs hall when chris drops your arm, whirling around to face you.

“what is wrong with you?”

your mouth falls open slightly at his tone, at how animalistic he looks standing before you, blocking you against the wall. his white shirt is unbuttoned slightly, and you can smell that fucking dior on him.

“what the hell does that mean?” you retaliate, already flushed in anger.

“i didn’t even know you could dance like that, let alone with my teammate.” chris snarls.

“everyone can dance, and i had no idea he was on the team. it’s not like you were talking to me anyways.” you stand your ground, meeting his judgmental gaze head on.

“did you want me to?”

“i mean, you’re the one who invited me to this stupid party, so i kind of expected to at least see you.” you tell him truthfully, and you know it’s the alcohol talking now.

“one second you hate me and the next you’re angry i’m not giving you attention. i can’t figure you out, and it drives me fucking crazy.” he continues to stare down at you in frustration, glancing between your eyes and your lips.

you hate how fast your heart is slamming against your ribcage. every time he’s this close to you it’s like the air is sucked out of the room. you can’t even breathe.

“why did you really pull me away, chris?” you ask quietly.

you already know the answer, but you want to hear him say it out loud for once.

“because you should only be moving that pretty ass of yours against me.” his voice is low, and he takes a step forward.

you cancel out his movement, completely backed up against the wall now. he can’t help but let his eyes roam down to your chest, to your exposed cleavage.

you’ve been taunting him all night, though you weren’t even aware. chris has just been watching you in your element, staying to himself and letting you do your thing with your friends for a bit.

after his last conversation with you he felt like maybe he should back off, but then seeing you with somebody else was even worse. it shouldn’t be this way, he shouldn’t be so fucking obsessed so soon.

but you’re looking at him with those wide eyes, soft lips parted, and there’s no way to resist. one hand travels to the back of your neck and the other grabs at your waist, pulling you into his own hips as he smashes his mouth to yours.

it’s somehow even more passionate than the first time, messy and rough, how you both like it most. chris bites down on your bottom lip as he pulls away a minute later, kissing your cheek and jaw, then down your neck.

his cold fingers make their way underneath the hem of your shirt as you feel his teeth close down on the sensitive skin. a strangled moan escapes your mouth before you can bite it back.

“i like that sound a lot, princess.” he says into your ear before his lips focus on that hollow sweet spot you love so much.

you know he’s going to leave a mark, but it feels so good you don’t care. yet you choke down the whimper you feel crawling up, unwilling to give him the satisfaction of hearing how much you like it.

“c’mon, i know you want to.” he mumbles against your throat, and you can literally feel him smirking.

arrogant bastard. two can play at this game.

you put your hands on his chest so you can drive him backwards into the opposite wall. he’s surprised by you taking the lead, and you press your body flat against his, connecting your mouths roughly once more.

chris’s hands roam to grip your ass, a delicious pressure that you shouldn’t enjoy so much. your fingers nimbly travel to the waist of his jeans, and you feel his body tense under your touch.

you can’t help but grin into his lips as you move your hand lower, underneath the band of his boxers, grazing the warm skin of his hip tantalizingly slow.

you shift your focus to his own neck, sucking harshly and running your tongue over his skin until you finally hear him groan, a noise that you relish. his fingers dig into your flesh harder, and you can feel him grind against your thigh.

but you already got what you wanted, so you break away and take a step backwards. the shock on chris’s face after your abrupt departure is clear, his lips raw and hair tousled.

“and you had the nerve to imply that i’m the one who wanted this.” you smile and shake your head, making a move toward the stairs.

“you’re seriously just going to leave?” he asks in disbelief, which makes you turn.

“what did you think was going to happen, chris?” you smirk, tucking a stray hair behind your ear before swiping your thumb along your bottom lip.

his own mouth slowly turns up as he stares at you with a certain kind of ferocity in his eyes, adjusting his shirt and running a hand through his messy hair.

“nothing, i guess. but whatever we didn’t get to will happen eventually, you know.”

“no, it won’t.” you reply, a bit too quickly to be convincing.

“i think it will. who knows, maybe next time you’ll let me use my mouth somewhere else.” chris says lowly, hand ghosting across your hip as he passes by you, looking over his shoulder at you with an expression of self-satisfaction.

then he heads back down the stairs, vanishing around the corner like nothing had even happened.

days ago you were swearing up and down that you’d never kiss him again, that nothing would happen. and now you’re standing alone in his house while the music thumps, knees weak and breathing heavy with a hickey on your neck.

the scariest part of all is that you’re still craving more, even though you don’t want to.

[halocakii]

Is this enough to prove my devotion to Project: Eden's Garden?

I've finally finished it!! My Team Tre4sure Subathon AU!!

Chapter 1, here we come! And I will say, if any of these 4 are the first to go I will go mad and have the craziest ZENO flare-up you've ever seen (does anyone know ZENO remake? Please say yes). Is placing my hopes & dreams on the heads of a FOURTH of the cast a crazy thing to do? Yeah, but I'm a Danganronpa fan so it's par for the course.

Below the cut are closeups, tidbits, and reference explanations... Thank you for your time, folks!

Oh! I wasn't actually expecting anyone down here erm... No, no, you're welcome! Welcome!

KAI (Whaat? There's no mental instability over here!)

He doesn't seem like he's well. He's probably never heard of work-life balance before, so I totally think that he's the type of guy to have a tripod pointing directly at his bed 24/7. He records all his videos there. Great idea, Kai! I think it'll do loads to help with your mental state!! Associate your bed with work!!!!

Being on-camera 24/7 would probably ruin him. Best believe that the camera gets covered when it's time for him to sleep... It probably isn't all that healthy for him to do a subathon at all honestly. It all sets in on like day 2 and his sanity goes on a steady decline from there. He gets twitter cancelled 10 times before the subathon ends.

Once the whole passing-the-camera-to-other-ultimates thing starts, he's the one doing it the most. Like I said, bro starts trying to avoid the subathon at ALL costs it's REAAAL BAD. When he is on camera, he's either freaking out inside or actually letting the presence of the others chill him out. Kai's yapping either way, it just depends on if its normal yapping or stress yapping.

Yeah I made up some merch for him... I think he'd wear it from time to time!

The YouTube plaques in the background hahaa it's a subtle brag! But, don't some youtubers keep them in their background? Those plaques are for the 100,000 and 10,000,000 milestones.

CASSIDY (Please don't die please don't die please do-)

Here's where all the real easter eggs begin!! Her mic setup is from 3FS and her background is based off of CoryxKenshin! Two very funny youtubers you should watch!! The entire Twitch screenshot was taken from a Kai Cenat Minecraft stream and the viewer count was real! Isn't that impressive?!

Cassidy's streams would most definitely focus on her gaming prowess, so I kept her setup nice and simple. I like to believe that her desk is pretty trashy, but she probably cleans it every once in a while... Right?? RIGHT???

This subathon ends up getting to the length of around 33 days (sorry Ludwig!). They start passing the cameras off to other ultimates, playing hot potato with the stream! This subathon is dubbed "The Ultimate Twitch Stream" because of all the shenanigans.

Some of the following happen DURING the subathon: hospitalizations, breakdowns, arguments, fights, parties, a debate (a camera got forced into the hands of Damon once), a DRAG RACE (Diana gave her camera to Mark who immediately passed it on to Jett), and JEAN WHO IS CONSTANTLY GOING OUT TO SEA THE WHOLE TIME!!

They raise a lot of money for charity though :D

DIANA (She's not the mastermind JUUUST SAYING!!!)

Diana is a busy, busy girl. I'd imagine that she has to get ready + leave the stream fairly often to... Y'know... Do her job! Her Hollywood-renowned job! Chat gets used to seeing her come and go.

Her background is improvised for the stream, and her camera (sent over to her by Cassidy) constantly falls off the ledge she's got in on, but she refuses to give up on putting it there.

If she can, she'll take her camera with her to places (but with proper advice from Cassidy about safety + revealing her location). Living the streamer life is a little fun for her, but not something she'd actually wanna pursue.

She really loves talking to chat!!! Cassidy's Comrades really like Diana!! The Diana-Cassidy fan overlap is just a circle. They cheer whenever she comes back and they're so serious about it.

Fit checks. Soooooooo many fit checks.

JEAN (How is he getting INTERNET OUT THERE??)

Jean is GENUINELY out at sea for 80% of the subathon. Cassidy gave him a camera and a detailed tutorial on how to use Discord. Everything else is simply a miracle. Chat is confused. Everyone is confused. For the first 15 minutes of the stream, all anyone could hear was the sound of the waves. The others had to teach him about noise suppression. Team Tre4sure vs. The Sea...

Jean comes and goes like the waves themselves. He disappears from the stream for days at a time with no explanation. Chat is listless every time. "When will the sea return Jean to us?" they ask. "Actually, how long has it been since we've seen Jean?" they ponder. They get no answer and he pops up two days later with a smile and a live fish.

Scurvy becomes a long-running meme in Cassidy's chat after Jean spends 30 minutes giving a harrowing tale + lecture. Kai leaves halfway through and comes back with an orange. Diana leaves and comes back with an orange. Cassidy leaves and comes back with celery (no oranges).

Jean never reads chat. The other members of Team Tre4sure speak for chat when Cassidy's Comrades have questions for him (re: "Is scurvy real?"). One time, they got him to flex, which sparked a flexing competition between him and Cassidy. She suuuper lost but it was totally awesome.

He does not know personal space with the camera. Not in the slightest. Back UP, JEAN!!!

Aaand that's my AU!! (Not really ALL mine, I had a lot of help with the brainstorming, ty Nullyvoid)

Everyone in chat is either me & people I know, music references (mikumiku, Vanillatwilight, TeeVeeGirl, etc.), funny chatters I made up (to3s4tozu, supreme_leader, sigma_KAI, etc.), or straight-up P:EG characters (UltDebater, MayhemMusic, and uh DamianVB)

Thank you so much for reading all about my silly little subathon AU, stay safe out in those rocky waters!

[tommycorriander]

Hazbin Hotel, Helluva Boss, And Disability

I am disabled. This is something I've talked about a handful of times on this blog and on my Twitter, and anyone who knows me knows I am a disabled man. As a result, while I do enjoy dissecting media and politics, the need to be an advocate for disability issues would have fallen on me to some extent regardless. Disabled folks are often left out of conversations regarding diversity in media, in a continued oversight from able bodied peers.

What does this have to do with the Hellaverse?

Both shows contain at least some small amount of disability representation; specifically, they both have characters that are physically disabled. In Hazbin Hotel this is Vaggie, as she is missing an eye and prior to the finale had lost her wings. In Helluva Boss, the characters would be Fizzarolli, a quad amputee, and the unnamed deaf child in the special. The only character I ever see talked about in regards to their disability by the wider fanbase is the unnamed child, and on a smaller scale in critical spaces I occasionally see remarks on Fizzarolli's disability.

This is a problem.

For as much as fans of one or both shows would love to claim diversity in their shows, the lack of disability representation and the lackluster portrayal of the minimal representation is poor. And I haven't seen any of my fellow critics discuss this, which I feel is an oversight, though I don't fault them for this as there are many problems with both shows and they tend to have their hands full. However, this angle of viewing the shows has been overlooked, which is why I wish to discuss it today.

Firstly, I'd like to specify what I mean when I discuss disability. While the conversation regarding the Hellaverse is primarily centered around physical disability as this is the only form of disability portrayed in the shows, coded or otherwise, disability comes in many different forms. Intellectual disabilities and mental disabilities are just as important for representation in the media as physical disabilities. Among physical disabilities, there's also a difference in visible and invisible disabilities, the latter of which is hardly ever shown in media compared to the former. Ideally all forms of disability would be portrayed equally and with respect, but unfortunately this isn't the case. I also don't expect every show to tackle every demographic at once; this isn't a reasonable request, and to be very clear, my issue with the representation in HH/HB does not come from every single unique experience with disability not being covered, but rather with the narrative the creatives behind the show and the show's fans continue to push: that both shows are diverse and are, in some way, more progressive than other shows.

This isn't the case for many reasons. Fellow critics have gone into depth about the show's lack of representation of women in nuanced roles, the lack of queer women, the racist ways in which the very few characters of colour are presented, the lack of trans representation, and even the way sex and sexuality is presented being rather conservative at times. That isn't the focus of this essay, but I would implore anyone who is reading this who is somehow unaware of the previous issues to seek out essays that talk about those points; Cassidy Whiskey on YouTube has a three-part series that covers a multitude of topics, not just issues of representation, and I would have recommended helluvareceipts on Twitter, but her account has sadly been deactivated. I'm sure there are others, but I'll lose focus if I try to name every single person to go to. If you're willing to trawl through general pettiness in the critical tag (which, let's be real, that is probably how you found this post) you'll find well-worded critiques as well.

Back to the topic at hand. The lack of representation of people with disabilities is already frustrating, but there isn't a complete drought: Vaggie, Fizzarolli, and the unnamed imp child do exist, after all. However, their representation is not just flawed, but even exploitative in some ways.

First we have Vaggie. Aside from the visual of her missing eye and seeing the incident in which she lost that eye, nothing comes of it. She never has to contend with the difficulties that come with impaired sight, and it's never brought up by other characters. In the training scene between her and Carmilla, it's not a factor: instead, her greater flaw in the physical realm when it comes to combat is having longer hair. This is an extreme oversight, which I believe shows that Vivienne and the various writers for the show never actually take into consideration what should be a major element of a character, that being her impaired vision. Furthermore, the loss of her wings isn't even considered at all, with her somehow gaining them back at the end of her training montage with Carmilla. This could have been an excellent vector to discuss physical disability in a coded form, with her wings being a stand in for more traditional forms of limb loss. Still not ideal, as I believe it's better to have forthright depictions of disability over metaphors, but it would have been something. Instead, it's never a factor, and worse, it's effectively cured. As far as representation goes, Vaggie might as well not even count.

That's all that exists for Hazbin Hotel. In Helluva Boss, we have two characters, and I will save the unnamed child for last, because that is where the real issue with the representation is on full display.

So, Fizzarolli. He is a quad amputee and potentially hearing impaired, though the latter is speculated on due to a single scene which I discuss later. Since that scene is the only time it ever comes up, I will focus on his amputee status. He lost his limbs in a fire, something we see on screen. I will disagree with some of my fellow critics in that this scene should have been more detailed; I feel that had the scene shown more of the damage dealt to Fizz's body it would have come across in poor taste, and focusing on the tragic aspect of disability usually ends up feeling like trauma porn in the hands of poor writers, which Vivienne most certainly is. I do not trust her to handle a more detailed scene with grace, especially given her track record (more on that later). It is ultimately for the best that the scene is mostly brushed over, even if it would have been better in the hands of someone with the maturity and sensitivity to cover such a topic for more to be shown in regards to his injuries.

Otherwise, Fizzarolli is mostly fine. He's shown not just surviving but thriving, he has a loving partner (criticisms of the portrayal of said relationship not withstanding) and generally sees success in his life while still having to grapple with the realities of his disability when it comes to his prosthetics being prone to damage and potentially shutting down. I would, in the hands of anyone else, like to see more of this character and what his daily routine looks like as a disabled man.

Unfortunately all the good will built with Fizz comes crashing down when we get to the unnamed imp child in the Fizzarolli special episode. This child is the poster child for virtue signalling. Frankly, it's disgusting how a majority of the fandom seemed to ignore how fetishistic this portrayal was. This is where the real meat of the essay comes in to play.

This unnamed child is given a single scene, and is then promptly forgotten about and never mentioned again. They are introduced as being a fan of Fizz here to view the competition, there is a brief exchange between the two, and then we all move on. And yet this scene was championed as somehow revolutionary or a sign of the top-tier diversity and progressiveness in Helluva, when in reality this type of scene has been done to death. This is tokenism.

One major stumbling block many of the people championing this scene seem to get tripped up on is a very simple question: why was this child a child to begin with? Really, this seems like a simple question, it shouldn't have much thought. Sometimes characters are kids. But within the episode it's clearly shown through multiple different avenues that this is an adult show. The performances are dripping with sexuality, several of the fans of Fizzarolli are there because Mammon sells sex robots of the guy, there is no mistaking that this is something no child should be at, let alone by themselves.

So why was this child a child? Simple: brownie points.

It's a lot more difficult for people to share clips of a wholesome moment from your show if the person Fizz was interacting with was an adult. People are ableist, this is pretty par for the course; as a disabled person I find it generally safer to assume people are ableist before proven otherwise. I can guarantee if this scene were to be between Fizzarolli and a deaf adult fan as opposed to a young child, it would not have been championed as this amazing representation by mostly able bodied fans. And that is by design: if Vivienne genuinely cared about representation, if she truly wanted to show something meaningful to her adult fans in her adult show, she would have had the interaction be with an adult. But that doesn't get her clip shared around on social media. That doesn't get her brownie points for inclusion. It's safe, it's palatable, it's sickeningly wholesome, and it's insulting for that. This is a show for adults, something Vivienne and company is adamant on, and yet they treat their audience like children. As a fan, you should be insulted to have this key-jingling one minute clip presented to you. You should demand more, demand better.

Unfortunately I do not see ever getting better from Vivienne. She has made it very clear she truly does not care about creating art, she really only stumbled into being championed as a paragon for animation because her majority white and able bodied fans saw the inclusion of primarily gay men and thought that was good enough. She does not give a damn about disabled people, and she never will. To expect good disabled representation from her is like expecting good queer representation from a Marvel movie; she is in it for the money, and it just so happens that the inclusion of that scene makes money.

Addendum thoughts that were too long to put into the tags: I would like to make it clear that disability, because it presents very differently, is experienced very differently by many different people. If you felt seen or represented by the disability representation in either show, that's fine, and I don't want you to feel bad for feeling seen. Ultimately disabled people are largely given scraps; I have not once seen someone with my particular physical disability portrayed in media. Sometimes we latch onto things that are subpar or lacking; my criticism of reception to this scene is targeted primarily at able bodied audience members who may be lacking in this perspective and to also champion fellow disabled people to rightfully demand and expect better. Thank you for your time.

[m-musings]

okokokok, i LOVE how you wrote the overwatch boys, and I have a kind of long-winded request for Cassidy, Hanzo, Genji, and (if you write for him) Ramattra:

their s/o was previously a test subject for Talon experiments, something they have nightmares about. how would the boys react to their partner having one of said nightmares and trying to attack the person trying to wake them up.

ik this is kinda specific, but thank you if you write it! ♡♡♡♡

A/n: oooo this is a good request, let's hope my angsty writing chops are up to par bcuz i really hope this lives up to what you want (hcs under the cut!)

Warnings: general angst, accidental physical violence, mentions & implications of past torture (also op doesn't really know how to write nightmares/night terrors asdfghjkl) Word Count:1586

Headcanons: Cassidy, Genji, Hanzo and Ramattra with a Former Talon Test Subject S/O (Separate)

Cassidy:

When Cassidy awakes in the middle of the night to the sound of you fiercely muttering at no one, its safe to say he's concerned.

He listens for a moment as you make alarmed noises, trying to discern what exactly is going on.

After turning over to flip on the light, he glances over at your sleeping form thrashing around with your brow furrowed in terror.

"N-no... get a...away f-from me..." Cassidy hears you say clearly, getting more worried by the second.

As he begins to reach over to try and rouse you from your slumber, the volume of your voice grows from a to an earsplitting shriek.

As you keep screaming, you start becoming combative, slapping and punching at Cass while somehow still asleep.

"Whoa, hey, hey, hey! Jus' h-hold on a darn second here!" He says as he tries to block your attacks by grabbing your hands.

"No! NO! Let me out!" You wail as tears start streaming down your cheeks.

"Darlin', it's a dream, you gotta wake up! I'm here, just open your eyes!"

Debating between forcing you to wake up and just continuing to reassure you and talk you down from the fear, he decides that the latter is probably going to be the safest for both of you.

After a several minutes long struggle, you slowly stop trying to fight Cole as your once frantic breathing begins to return to its normal pace.

Your tired eyes begin to blink open as the last bit of panic leaves your body in a few small gasps. When you fully regain consciousness, Cassidy sighs in relief as realization begins to sink into your thoughts.

"Are you okay, what the hell happened there?!" Questions Cole as he smooths his hands over your hair.

Choking out a small sob, you gently grasp his bicep to try and ground yourself as more tears begin to fall from your eyes.

"Cass, I-I'm sorry... I- I was back in Talon and the pain j-just wouldn't stop!"

His heart drops at the mention of the evil organization, knowing what kind of awful treatment you went through while kept there.

"I tr-tried to get away but I just.... couldn't! It was awful!" You whisper as you cross your arms over your chest.

"Darlin' I'm so sorry... I am so sorry..." Cole responds faintly before carefully pulling you into a hug.

The room grows still again for a moment, with only the sound of your hushed weeps filling the air.

"I don't wanna go back, please don't let them take me!" You cry into Cole's shoulder as he holds you close.

"No, no, you won't. I swear that as long I'm breathin', I will always make sure you never have to go through that ever again."

Genji:

Genji is all too familiar with nightmares. During the first couple years after his confrontation with Hanzo, he would very frequently have them. He's been through that whole song and dance a million times before.

Which is the reason he immediately knows what's happening when he wakes to the sound of your screams next to him.

He rushes to throw your shared quilt off and make sure you're okay, getting punched once or twice in the process.

After the nightmares pass and you calm down enough to speak, Genji is right there to comfort you.

"It's alright, my love, it is over now... Are you okay?" He questions as he holds one of your palms in his.

You shake your head no as you take several sharp breaths in and out.

"I was there again... in that-that godforsaken lab with fucking Moira prodding at me like cattle! It felt li-like it would never end! I can't go through that again!"

"And you don't have to. I don't know all of what happened to you, but I promise you will never have to face it on your own. I'm here to help you however I'm able to."

As the fearful adrenaline steadily leaves your veins, Genji brings your hand up to his chest so you could feel his heart beating just beneath his cybernetics.

"I love you and will sit here with you as long as you need me too."

With a sad, shaky laugh, you nod and you take your hand back in order to wrap yourself around him.

He does the same in turn as you embrace him ever so slightly tighter before he ushers for you to lay back down together so you can get some much needed sleep.

Pulling the blanket back over your bodies, he scooches in a little closer and begins to hum softly in the hopes of lulling you into a nightmare-less slumber.

Watching as your eyes begin to flutter closed again, he hears you mumble something just before you doze off.

"Thank you, Genji... I love you too."

Hanzo:

Hanzo already has trouble sleeping himself, so when your nightmares come around, he's already wide awake.

As you toss and turn underneath your blanket, he tries to calm you down by running his hand over you head, not caring if he gets hurt by your unintentionaly violent movements.

Once the night-terror ends, you start holding your face in your hands and rock back and forth as Hanzo rubs assuaging circles on your back.

"My dear, what can I do? How do I make the fear stop for now?" The archer inquires as you continue to shake in place.

"I don't know, Han... every time I close my eyes, all I can see is the lights and the wires and the needles... It won't go away no matter how hard I try. I just want them to be gone." You state, anxiously starting to press at your temples.

With a noiseless sigh escaping from his lips, Hanzo moves closer to place an arm across your shoulder and rest his forehead against your head.

"I am sorry for not being there with you. If I were able to change history, I would have gone to great lengths to rescue you."

As you begin to cry at his admission, he places a delicate kiss atop your head.

"I would never ask you to do something that dangerous for me. I couldn't bear it if something happened to you..." You sob out as you bury yourself into Hanzo's side.

Hanzo is quick to wrap his other arm around you, offering a comforting squeeze before ushering you into his lap.

"You wouldn't ever have to ask for my help. I would trade my life for yours if it meant that no more harm would come to you."

Ramattra:

It's uncommon for Omnics to dream- let alone have nightmares- so the first one you have around Ramattra? It comes as a bit of a shock to him.

When he hears you yell, he all but rockets out of his reboot cycle to scan the room for any hidden threats to your safety.

After seeing nobody there but the two of you, he glances down to see you- fast asleep but clawing at the air like a trapped animal scratching at a predator.

He then decides to do a scan of your vitals, just to make sure you aren't in any immediate medical distress. The scan reveals to him that your heartrate and breathing are through the roof.

Just as he's about to cross the room to try and wake you up, you shoot up from your fitful rest with a loud inhale as you slam your hands down onto the mattress below.

Swiftly joining your side on the bed, he cautiously turns your visage towards him as he goes to brush a few stray strands of hair out of your face.

While your eyes try to adjust to the low light of your room, you call out Ramattra's name, receiving a modulated but relaxing shush from his vocalizer.

"Calm yourself, pet, I'm right here. Now, tell me what has happened."

As you take a moment or two to collect yourself and come down from your frenzy, you gaze up to meet the faint glow of his faceplate emitting from his eyes.

"It's Talon; they... tormented me... a long time ago. Had me chained down as a doctor injected chemicals into me before he began flushing them out and started the whole process over again..."

Watching as you barely manage to hold back tears, His joints all seem to freeze in place as fury begins to creep in and take over all his systems.

"They need to suffer for their misdeeds. Who are they?..." He presses, his voice now hauntingly deeper than before .

"I don't know their names, and even if I did, I would do everything in my power to forget them."

An uneasy silence fills the space between you two, staying there for a minute before the large Omnic grunts and lifts you into his arms.

"I am sorry for what you had to go through. Just know that if any pain ever comes your way again, the offenders shall be personally dealt with." Ramattra claims as he rests his faceplate against your jaw.

Relishing in the cool feeling of his metal features against your warm skin, you nod appreciatively before he begins to lightly sway you to and fro.

Watching as you drift back to sleep, Ramattra makes a mental note to hunt down the Talon members who hurt you the next time he meets his allies. He wouldn't and will not stand for the mistreatment of the only human he has ever cared about.

[joces-wrld]

introducing…. amor prohibido, christopher sturniolo

christopher owen sturniolo, triplet brother to matthew and nicolas sturniolo, youngest of the 3, was apart of the infamous “jets” gang. he and his brothers moved from boston around 2 years ago, where they met gang leader, riff, and 2nd in command, tony. being only 17 at the time, and knowing no better, they too began harassing anyone who didn’t look like them. they grew close to the 2 boys, following their lead with no hesitation, of course, that worked out in their favor as everyone was afraid of them. they were mean, disrespectful, mouthy, rough, everything you can think of, they were some of the lowest people, and they saw nothing wrong with that, until the rumble of ‘56

the rumble of 1956 was one of the worst rumble’s in jets history. it all started when an emeralds, a fellow rival gang, member got too close to one of the jets sister, cassidy. at first, they weren't too happy about it, especially matt, cassidy was his after all, but they let it slide as he hadn't done any real harm. they soon learned to regret that decision...

it was a late night when riff knocked on the triplets door. chris had answered it, giving the boy a confused look. "its the middle 'o the night, what could ya possibly wa-" "its cass. where's matt?", and just like that, the triplets rushed over to the girls house. once there, she told them all the despicable things he had forced her to do, her dress left in pieces. that of course angered the jets— especially matthew. they wasted no time in finding pipes and chains, practically flying to common emerald territory. tony, chris, nick, and especially matt didn’t know when to stop, beating the kid who harassed cassidy so much he merely died on the spot

of course that landed the 4 of them in jail, tony and chris got a year, while matt and nick got 4— something about matt having the most blood on him, and nick ‘confessing’ he was the one who started the rumble. safe to say, jail changed chris. he saw and heard things that truly made him rethink his life. a year later, when him and tony were released, they found a job with a kind older woman— valentina. she not only gave them a job, but gave them a place to stay…in the stores basement, but nonetheless it was a roof over their head with beds and running water. working with the kind puerto rican made them realize they really were no different from them, they were all humans trying to make a life for themselves. so, slowly, they began to drift from the jets, only talking to riff whenever he stopped by— trying to convince them to accompany the jets in the upcoming rumble, or something of that sort

that peaceful nature of theirs is quickly over when they so happen to fall in love with 2 puerto ricans. chris, way before tony, fell for a girl named y/n, she was absolutely stunning, sweet, bossy, and most importantly, she knew how to stand up for herself. he was lucky that she too fell for him, although he didn’t know why they had to keep their relationship a secret. he honestly didn’t really care, they got to spend time together and go on secret dates— made it more fun. he eventually finds out why she wanted to keep it a secret, only determined to prove he was worthy of her.

a/n: sorry this SUCKS it was SO much better but bc of this, i had to redo it 🥀🥀

[divider from @anitalenia ]

[ya-zz]

HI ! if its okay had an idea that ive been rotating in my head while im thirsting over this man. take ur time ik ur busy

afab gn reader, NSFW fic

Cole Cassidy with a virgin reader who is afraid they'll mess up or not know what to do so he helps guide them first time (maybe with a bit of him trying to hold back but its hard bc they're so hot LOL)

hope i didnt forget anything !

!!NSFW UNDER THE CUT!!

He notices the worried look on your face as he hovers atop of you. Cassidy traces his fingers down your cheek, meeting your gaze.

"Is everythin' okay, darlin'?"

You nod, though deep inside, you weren't so sure.

"Speak to me." Though his tone wasn't demanding, you still felt compelled to talk.

"Sorry, it's just... it's my first time." You watch as the cowboys eyes widen slightly, a small smirk pulling at the corners of his mouth.

"Oh, doll, don't worry. I'll be gentle." He leans down and kisses your cheek, beard tickling your skin. Your cheeks flush in response, the heat from both bodies now making a small bead of sweat drip down your temple.

Cassidy kisses down your jawline, nipping gently at the skin on your neck. He watches for any discomfort, watching your eyes and lips for any signs of pain.

Your hands come up and hold onto his back, scratching gently at his skin as he lowers his hips against yours. His metal hand trails down your side before reaching your sex, rubbing small circles against your clit. You were already wet from the teasing earlier which made his smile grow that little bit more.

He moves his fingers down, pushing against your hole, slipping one finger inside easily. You're tight, your face contorts, pleasure and pain mixed together.

"Breathe, darlin'." He reassures you, but deep down, he wants to ravish you. "Let me know if it's too much, 'kay?"

You nod in response, a small mumbled "yes" escaping you as you relax your body. It feels good, his fingers feel good as he slowly pushes in a little further, gauging your reactions.

When he knows you're comfortable, he speeds his finger up, listening to the soft mewls that escape you. Cassidy pushes a second finger inside, watching as you gasp to the jolt of pleasure. It's taking everything within him to hold back, to take it slow just for you.

"You're doin' just fine, baby." He coos, kissing your neck. You're heating up and he can feel it. Your chest presses against his as his fingers gently pump in and out of you at a steady pace.

Lips connect once more when he moves back, your hands tangling in his hair as a desperate plea for more.

"Easy darlin'. There's no rushing." He says as he breaks free, a chuckle following his words.

Cassidy removes his fingers from you before stroking his own member. "Let me know if it's too much, sweetheart." He repeats his previous statement as he lines himself up with your pussy. He's slow, pushing in at an almost painful pace.

"C-Cass..." You whimper, hands gripping his hair.

"I know," he stops moving, letting you adjust and when you finally do, he moves again. "You're doing just fine."

The cowboy stops when his hips connect to your skin, fully sheathed inside of you. "Oh, darlin'."

"Cass..." You whine, feeling his thickness stretch you out.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes." You smile up a thim, kissing him softly. "You can continue."

Cassidy's eyes soften at the trust you had in him as he pulls back and slides back in, the motions gentle. He keeps a close watch of your features, watching for any discomfort once again.

"You're taking me so good, sweetheart."

—

KOFI

[daughterofevil158]

How good of a caretaker would Damon be to his sick soulmates? What are some things he would do for them?

I think he'd be pretty good at it (but gods save him if everyone is sick at once tho. he'd just straight up call the others for help at that point)

◊ Toshiko: Not upset at being sick for health reasons, but because it should've been one of the others ("Taking care of one's ill partner is a staple in a good romance, Mochi!" "Stop yelling or you'll scratch your throat."). There's a lot more juice boxes in the house. A fairly easy patient, even if she has to be bribed with sweets if the medicine has a gross flavor.

◊ Kai: The whiniest of the grown people tbh. Gets called baby(insulting) by Damon even as he's fluffing Kai's pillow for the fifth time. Begs for kisses and cuddles and is gently denied. Pouting the whole time, and is definitely gunning for that kiss as soon as he feels better.

◊ Desmond: The most obedient of the bunch so that he can get back outside as quickly as possible, though he at least insists on being able to do stretches while he's stuck in his room.

◊ Eva: She already sound a bit raspy normally, I'd be surprised if she could speak at all without going into a coughing fit. I see her as someone who always worked through her illnesses in the past, but not anymore girliepop! Doesn't require much maintenance, but Damon is still checking on her with a new cup of tea in hand every hour or so.

◊ Mark: Damon is lucky if he gets more than three word responses. Mark is stealing all the jackets partially because he gets cold more easily but mostly for the comfort factor. Also very sleepy, needs to be roused to take his medicine (and just about everything else).

◊ Ulysses: Having been in relatively poor health his whole life has taught him that spending a few days in bed is better than trying to work through it and needing even more time to recover. Doesn't stop him from note-taking, but as long as he lays off the coffee and gets some actual sleep for once Damon's alright with it. Imagining Damon reading some of Ulysses' books aloud if one of his symptoms is a bad migraine (as a glasses wearer, trying to read with one is like knives in your sockets)

◊ Wolfgang: Loses all the polite filtering ("Hey, how are you feeling? "Like shit." "Pfft-sorry, sorry!") Is the one trying to pretend he's fine, though the second it's Damon asking it's over for him. Has to be talked into accepting that, yes, it's okay to rely on people when you're not feeling well (and yes, Damon sees the irony in him being the one saying it). Mental image of Damon running his fingers through Wolfgang's hair while humming.

◊ Jett: Miserable coyote noises. Not letting anyone who isn't directly his soulmate in his room. Is surprisingly compliant solely due to wanting this over with as soon as possible.

◊ Diana: Another model patient. Very apologetic about the whole thing (girl, it ain't your fault). Definitely one who needs a constant supply of tissues. Does not have the energy to brush her hair, so Damon does it for her.

◊ Cassidy: A bit upset at not being able to stream or go out, but for the most part I think she's cool as long as she has a console+charger. Is also kinda pouty over the lack of hugs, but gets over it more quickly than Kai.

[hydraposeidon]

I've been rethinking about Scooby Doo Mystery Incorporated because that show is amazing. And I've realized that Ricky's character arc isn't talked about nearly enough.

Ricky has the biggest change. He starts as someone giving hints to help them out, and then it slowly becomes evident hes using them and then trying to steal their pieces and destroy them...

Which he was doing to protect them from Pericles, who will smooth talk them and crush them far worse than Mr. E ever could.

And then he works with Pericles to find the treasure before hating how Pericles is destroying everything where he is tortured into being a puppet and his closest/only/girl friend Cassidy is killed. And then he's just arguing against the villains and refusing to commit murder, but still being a complacent pushover until the final episode. He even comments on this when Marcie dies, how She expected more from him, and he did too.

Once it all goes down, he runs away and hides while the gang try to save themselves. Once they get captured, he finally stands up for who he wants to be for what he wants to protect, for what he wishes he had done before. He picks up a sword and decides to fight. He cuts down a robot and charges Pericles, telling the gang to run because it's too late for him, but they can still fix things.

He knew it was too late, not because he was grabbed, but because he regretted every choice he had made until this point, and I absolutely love his growth. The scene of him running forward with the sword is probably my favorite in the entire show.

I wonder if, in the end, he was remembering what Cassidy said to him, although I don't remember the exact quote. "They are good kids, better than we ever were. And I dont want them to turn out like we did."

[froggibus]

Roadtrip - Overwatch Boys

Includes: Cassidy, Genji, Hanzo, Baptiste, Lucio & Mauga

Genre: fluff, some crack lol

Summary: take a summer roadtrip with your favorite OW man

CW: irresponsible/reckless driving, cops (Cassidy's), drinking (not while driving I promise), Genji slander, camping, very fun summer vibes w this one

This is part of my Summer Suntacular event, come check it out!

Cassidy:

definitely takes you through the midwest somewhere

insists on driving the whole way but its ok cause he has an insane sense of direction

like knows every road and shortcut like the back of his hand

tries to pretend like he doesn’t like your music but ends up singing along

loves stopping in old local diners

at least once the owner of a bar recognizes him and reminds him that he’s banned for life

and somehow he ends up talking the owner into letting you guys stay??

only drinks black coffee and pretends like he enjoys it

you forced him to try an overly sweet 6$ coffee one time and now he insists on stopping for one in every town

pretends to obey traffic laws but speeds whenever you’re on a backroad

a cop tries to pull him over and suddenly he turns into Max Verstappen and is offroading through a random field to lose them

“what the fuck is happening”

“I’m winnin’.”

you guys get takeout and eat it on the tailgate of his truck

stops at any bar that advertises live music 

will sing all the words all dorky to you and try to get you to dance with him

wants to stay on the road with you forever

Genji:

do not let this man drive he can’t drive for shit

wants to go somewhere neither of you have been before, but doesn’t really have a solid plan

matcha lattes at EVERY stop

you camp rather than stay in a hotel cause he never got to as a kid

like he’s never even tried a s’more or had a campfire before

chooses the most beautiful campsites ever with pretty beaches

neither of you can figure out how to set up the tent so you end up piling the blankets and pillows in your car and sleeping in the trunk

it’s surprisingly cozy though

also he totally winds up cuddling you for warmth

takes SO MANY pictures 

insists on using a paper map because he wants a more “authentic” feel 

results in you guys getting lost in the woods at least once

picks up handcrafted flavoured marshmallows at literally every gas station you stop at so he can make different kinds of s'mores

some of the flavours get wild too—like maple bacon or banana split

weirdly good at roadtrip games

brings his Switch or something so he can play Pokemon while you drive + names the ones he catches after the models of nearby cars

you end up staying on the trip way longer than intended because you guys have so much fun

Hanzo:

has a meticulously planned schedule of where you’ll visit and when

wants to take you through the Japanese countryside, maybe stop at a beach or two

very careful driver 

has a Nissan Versa that he babies and refuses to let you eat inside of (though if you bat your eyes at him enough, he’ll give in)

brings a polaroid camera so he can take pictures of all the beautiful sites

keeps the polaroids in a little folder tucked into the glovebox

refuses to get fast food and insists on stopping at cute local cafes

has packed for literally every possible occasion in only one tiny bag

you ask him to stop so you can buy something weird and obscure and he just so happens to have it

“I really wish I had Shrek 2 on DVD right now”

“check the glovebox”

???

has a soft spot for roadside fruit stands and had to stop at every single one to buy stuff 

the whole trunk is filled with fruit. there’s no escape

lets you play whatever music you like and will have your favourite songs memorized by the end of the trip

prefers experiences to souvenirs, but if you buy him a keychain or something he’ll treasure it forever

Baptiste:

annoyingly slow driver

everyone is passing you guys

has a pretty solid plan of where he wants to go but he’s open to feedback

has an immaculate sense for choosing the best local restaurants

always wants to try the most niche food combos he can find—like deep fried milk

needs to have his water bottle, an energy drink and a fun drink or else he can’t drive

wears sunscreen in the car and stops every few hours to reapply

cringes at your driving no matter how you drive and definitely gives you at least one (1) lecture about the dangers of speeding

loves tourist traps and wants to stop at every one you pass

insists on getting those dorky commemorative t-shirts from said tourist attractions so that the two of you can match

loves salt water taffy and looks for fun weird flavours wherever you find them

his entire centre console ends up being FULL of them by the end of the trip

he has the ac in the car on full blast to the point you’re shivering

not big on taking pictures but loves videos—he has about a thousand of the two of you trying new fun drinks and snacks

it’s been so long since he was able to be on the road without worrying about Talon—and he never wants to go back

Lucio:

nobody is more fun than him on a road trip

has a super fun car that he’s souped up and decorated to hell

the car has window tint so dark that you can’t see into it

does not obey traffic laws. you’re getting so many tickets, im sorry

buys those window markers so the two of you can draw on them when you’re bored

chooses the music and probably has a thirty hour long meticulously curated playlist

car singalongs all day

drinks so many energy drinks you’re surprised his heart still works

wants to stop in every single town to try their local specialties 

doesn’t really have a solid plan or anything, just wants to hit the road and see where you end up

wears increasingly goofy disguises when going out in public

“omg is that Lucio?”

“where?”

gets dragged into performing at least one impromptu concert somewhere

takes turns driving with you so the other can rest and reads out gossip articles about himself to entertain you

every hotel you stay in is a different gimmick and he goes crazy for it. the sillier the better

posts cute pictures of the two of you on his insta and is always taking candids

wants to make your roadtrip an annual thing

Mauga:

insists on taking his big ass Jeep that he refers to as “Little Betty” and refuses to let anyone else drive ‘her’ 

completely reckless driver too

drives with one hand on the wheel, music way too loud, the windows down even when you’re going like 110

he lets you pick the music as long as its upbeat 

constantly drinking some weird protein shake 

absolutely no plan of where he wants to go, just wants to hit up some nice beaches

has all of your stuff crammed in the back so high that you couldn’t possibly see out of the back window

drives in the sluttiest skimpiest tank top ever 

wants to try all the local cocktails and party in every town you stop in

gets drunk and becomes best friends with everyone he meets

needs to collect a Hawaiian print shirt in every place you stop in to commemorate the occasion

wants more than anything to teach you how to surf

he stops at every beach you pass and BEGS you to try it out

either wants to sleep in a five star hotel or on the beach with no shelter. there is no inbetween

takes one awkward blurry picture of the two of you throughout the entire trip and puts it in his wallet

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you play stupid games, you win stupid prizes

(evamon + lots of other side interactions, 6k, sequel to this)

Life goes on as per normal, for Damon. His routine doesn’t change much, if at all; wake up to study at seven, have breakfast at eight, call his mother on the way to his first class, have lunch with Cassidy’s gang, attend afternoon classes, and resume studying at the Corner. The only thing that’s possibly slightly different in his daily schedule is the new presence he welcomes every late afternoon.

‘Welcomes’ is a little understatement. To be exact, he asked ( not pleaded, asked) Eva Tsunaka of the Mathematics course to leave her dormitory room and study with him through the lonely evenings instead.

It’s not like the new presence is life-changing, or anything. From Damon’s perspective, it’s always great to study with company, moreso if they are just as diligent and quiet as he is. It makes for good motivation to keep going, when the words in his notes start to not make sense.

So, why does literally everyone keep insisting there’s something more behind the scenes?!

i.

“I don’t believe you.” Cassidy Amber, for all her spunk and laughter, says very solemnly, staring Damon down with an unusual grouch on her face.

“There,” Damon sighs, already getting tired before the clock strikes midday, “is nothing to believe. Let it go, Cass.”

“Nuh uh! There’s totes something going on between you and Math Girl!”

Damon does not associate himself with these idiots, thank you very much.

He doesn’t even know when he even got dragged into this… messy group. He was perfectly fine sitting by himself, undisturbed while having lunch, until a few months after freshman orientation when these seniors just decided to sit with him. Uninvited.

“You looked sad and lonely, and we’ve always wanted to adopt a junior of our own!” The masked senior says, bumping shoulders with his energetic redhead best friend, who nods so passionately Damon wonders how her hat didn’t fall off.

“You have him,” Damon pointedly says, referring to an obviously rather reserved boy behind the loud duo.

“Not enough! As Pitbull once said, three’s a crowd, but four’s a party!”

“Actually,” The reserved boy speaks up, “that’s not—”

Okay, yeah. Their introduction was messy. The way they eat and talk is even messier.

Damon would never ever ever admit it upfront, but now that he’s given unlimited permission to have lunch with the two rowdy seniors, along with his fellow freshman Mark, he doesn’t see himself sitting alone ever again.

Even if they are messy. Even if he was forced into it. Even if they relentlessly tease him about what they insist is a secret relationship between him and Eva.

“Jett,” Mark Berskii, the most normal person in this odd group besides Damon, picks at his food and mutters to the masked man. “If you call her ‘Math Girl’ again, Damon won’t let you hear the end of it.”

“Hell yeah! We wanna know more, that’s what we’re here for!”

Damon groans, and runs a hand through his hair. “We’re not dating.”

“No way! Damie, you literally personally invited her to my game tournament,” Cassidy shakes her head, waving her fork rudely at him. “And she showed up! And you even introduced her to us, which is like, totally cool, ‘cause I’ve always wanted to meet more fans of Sublime Slam Sisters. But like, whaaaaaaaat? ‘Cause who does that for a girl they knew for a week?”

“Someone in love, of course,” Jett unhelpfully snickers. “And broskii, before that, you said you were gonna go out the lounge for some fresh air. And what happened?”

A sigh from his left. Mark picks at his food harder. “...I don’t remember.”

“No, you definitely told us that Da-bro and Math Girl were squatting outside, holding hands!” Jett insists. “And what’s more? Damon was apologising, right? Apologising??? ”

“For a girl he knew for a week?!” Cassidy gasps scandalously, “You can’t tell us that wasn’t straight outta a shoujo, bargain bin!”

“Dude, I been saying!!!!!”

Cassidy and Jett excitedly high-five each other, the combined ‘smack’ of their palms sounding like a firework heard up close. Damon buries his face in his hands, ears red from both embarrassment and fury.

“I’m leaving,” Damon grits out, but he shows no real will to. Mark sympathetically pushes his drink towards him.

“Pardon my intrusion, but I’m afraid I’m not quite following,” Jean DeLamer, who was sitting to Jett’s left, chews thoughtfully. “You held Miss Tsunaka’s hand, and spent time alone with her outside of the student lounge? That’s the sort of intimacy you don’t just show to any friend, aye.”

“Any normal friend is what you mean,” Cassidy laughs boisterously, answering the muscular senior she had graciously welcomed into their lunch gang some few weeks ago. “If Damie here isn’t dating Math Girl, then he’s gotta have a crush on her at least!”

Nobody is taking Damon’s humiliation seriously. “You’re all wrong, I—”

“Yo, ten bucks Damon gives in and asks her the fuck out by the end of next month,” Jett suddenly butts in, voice loud and serious.

“Are you kidding?” Cassidy gasps, “ twenty Math Girl does it instead ‘cause Damie’s too busy being pussy.”

“Fifteen the girl does it, but before this month ends,” Mark adds, and Damon turns to him, utterly betrayed.

Jean chuckles from across him. “I see we’re all placing bets now. Hm, I’ll put fifteen bucks on Damon confessing before this month ends. I have faith in him.”

“No one’s,” the subject of the bet screeches, face flushing hotly, “confessing anything!!!!”

At Damon’s frustrated outburst, the group only laughs in kind.

ii.

“What was it like…” Damon swallows, face scrunched in a grimace, “to confess?”

Desmond Hall, professional archer and charmer extraordinaire, chokes at his sudden question. Damon awkwardly watches as the usually composed senior wheezes and flusters.

“Uh, you…” The older boy turns to his junior, cheeks beautifully darkened, “Sorry, repeat that?”

“...I don’t want to.”

“Ah, sure,” Desmond rubs the back of his neck, still a little too embarrassed to look at Damon again, “...but when you said ‘confess’, did you mean it in…?”

“...in that way, yeah.”

“Ah, right. In that way.” Desmond pokes his cheek, eyes looking up to the sky. “Gotta be honest, I don’t remember it at all. At that time, it was a pretty big thing, sure, but after it happened I completely forgot I was nervous.”

Damon huffs. “That’s not helpful enough.”

“Sorry, I don’t really know what your situation is,” Desmond awkwardly chuckles, “Is it courage that you want to build up, or are you just not sure on what to say?”

Twiddling his thumbs, Damon mumbles, “Just… if it’s even worth doing it.”

From the corner of his eye, Desmond smiles, empathetic and kind. He sits a little closer to Damon, clearing his throat. “You always have to take the leap for things you want to change, Damon. You never became the best speaker on the Debate Team by waiting around. You never got into Eden’s Garden Academy by hoping for a miracle. You never knew what the outcome would be, yet you made the first move anyway, which ultimately led you to where you are today. Who says confessing isn’t the same?”

Damon looks at his senior, who fondly chuckles, “Personally, I think that confessing was super worth it. I wouldn’t be waiting outside for Eloise right now if I didn’t.”

A breeze passes. It blows against Damon’s face, and carries Desmond’s words with the wind. He presses his lips together, letting the archer’s words sink in.

He closes his eyes, and dreams. Of a possibility, a world where he confronts Eva, and gazes into steel grey, far longer than he should. A world where he works up the courage to say the words he was too afraid to spill in ink. A world where his hands hold hers, and she stands close, and his mouth runs faster than his mind can think.

A world where she opens her mouth, demure and quiet, and says…

When he opens his eyes, he thinks that being at the mercy of a bloodthirsty murderer would be a much more favourable position.

“What if…” he trails off, looking blankly to the front. Desmond notices the way his eyes dart everywhere, the way his fingers fidget on the wooden bench, and the way his Adam’s Apple bobs uncontrollably. “What if… she says no?”

“If she’s got the high and mighty Damon Maitsu to fluster like this,” Desmond gives him a friendly nudge, getting a ‘yip’ out of him, “why would she?”

The few minutes of silence that follow gives plenty incentive for Damon’s thoughts to run amok. Fortunately, Desmond’s girlfriend finally arrives, having been in fencing training prior to Damon seeking him out.

“Thanks for keeping me company, Damon. I hope all goes well on your end,” Desmond encourages, making his way to the approaching Eloise. “Who’s the lucky girl, by the way?”

“I’m not telling you, go away.”

Desmond laughs and bids his junior goodbye, walking off with Eloise’s hand in his.

Damon watches them go. When Eloise gives Desmond a quizzical look, most likely referring to the unexpected conversation between the two, his senior only shrugs, pressing his lips to the fencer’s temple.

Damon watches, and for a moment, sees a curly haired girl and a blond haired boy in their place.

He slaps himself quickly afterwards.

iii.

“Going out to see Damon, again?”

Eva stops still, very still, in her tracks, and turns around at a snail’s pace. Diana Venicia doesn’t look directly at her, still looking for something in her makeup drawer, but Eva can see the bright smile that pokes out from her half-turned face.

“...Does it matter?”

“Well…” the pink haired girl giggles, and faces Eva, “You’re hurried in your movements today.”

“I don’t like wasting time. You’re holding me back.”

Diana’s smile drops quite noticeably, and Eva feels the massive need to look away. “Ah… sorry, I didn’t mean to do that.”

You probably don’t mean a lot of things either, Eva bites her tongue.

Her hand rests on the cold metal of the doorknob. She turns it, not yet pulling it open, and keeps her hand there. Then she stays in her spot, silent in thought for so long, that Diana carefully comes up to her to ask if she’s okay.

Even as she’s rushing, Eva doesn’t feel quite ready to leave their shared dormitory room yet.

“My roommate’s friends with your roommate, apparently.”

She bites her lip, mentally preparing herself.

“You…” Eva starts cautiously, getting Diana’s immediate attention, “You told Damon’s roommate about me.”

“Well, he did ask, in Damon’s name,” the latter fidgets nervously, “I’m really sorry if you didn’t want me to tell them, but Kai seemed like he really needed it, so…”

“It’s alright,” the bespectacled girl says, using the softest tone she’s yet to use with her roommate. “Things turned out well, in the end.”

Slightly embarrassed, alongside the reminder that she would be running late for the daily study session, Eva fully turns away from Diana, pulling the door open.

She almost mumbles a soft ‘thank you’ when the other girl stops her this time.

“I’m a little hurt, you know,” Diana says, voice kind and lovely, even with the sad smile on her face, “I heard that he introduced you to his friends because you said you didn’t have any. I thought I was a friend to you.”

Eva’s head turns slightly, not enough to look Diana in the eye.

The soft hand curled around her wrists burns in its spot.

Shaking her head, Diana withdraws her grip, holding her own wrist close to her chest. “Sorry. I just… since we became roommates, I’ve always wanted to be your friend, and know more about you. I really try my best to reach out, even when you leave the dorm earlier and come back later than I do.”

Eva hears, for the first time. Fully hears Diana.

All her life, she’s lived and breathed alone like it was her purpose. Because when people did actually reach out, no matter if they were an adult or peer, they always had an ulterior motive in mind. There was always something to be used. There was always someone to be used. And that someone would always be Eva.

All her life, there was no such thing as true kindness without a give and take. So when the pink haired girl stumbled into the room on the first day of orientation, catching her attention with a big bright smile, it blinded her vision and she locked herself away. There is no light without darkness. Surely, her optimistic roommate must be putting on a front, too.

But, Eva concedes, as she sees the way Diana’s hand anxiously clenches her clothing, hasn’t she been far too mean to her?

While she’s still not brave enough to look at her, she nods, very slightly, and notices how Diana’s figure relaxes a little.

“If you want me to stop,” the pink haired girl offers, albeit dejectedly, “I won’t bother you any more.”

“No,” Eva says, before she can stop herself, before she realises she even opened her mouth. 

Diana looks up, eyes wide and jaw hung open.

“I— Um.” Eva fumbles, “Thanks. For doing it.”

She takes a quick glance at Diana, meeting her eyes, and very shyly looks away just as quickly.

Even then, she can feel the other girl’s posture straightening itself, and she’s back to being cheerful, bouncing on her toes.

“Okay,” Eva hears the cheer in her roommate’s voice, and the corners of her own lips almost twitch up by themselves. “I’ll keep reaching out, if you don’t mind.”

She sucks in a breath for courage, and looks up at Diana, who’s smiling as bright as the sun. Choosing to put her point of focus on the pink haired girl’s cheek, instead of her jovial doe eyes, Eva raises her left arm, stiff and awkward.

She brings it up to shoulder level, then, even more awkwardly, clamps it on Diana’s shoulder. She raises it again, slightly, and brings it down. Pat. Again. Pat.

Diana blinks, her smile growing wider, even with the confused look in her eyes. “Was that a… shoulder pat?”

Eva doesn’t speak. But her cheeks burn, and she swiftly turns the opposite direction to hide her expression.

“Oh my goodness,” a giggle from behind her, and she can feel the flush spread to her neck and ears. It must be glowing right now, even. “Eva, that was so cute!”

Hastily fixing her spectacles, all she can mutter out is an ‘I have to go’, and pulls away from Diana, running out the room in embarrassment. The giggles get softer behind her, the faster she runs away.

Left in the room alone, Diana forces her laughter to come to a stop. But she keeps an overjoyed expression on her face, eyes smiling at the adorable memory of her roommate. She sincerely, sincerely hopes there’ll be much more fun times like this with her. And maybe, now that Eva seems somewhat willing to open up, they’ll come pretty soon.

“All the best with Damon,” The pink haired girl whispers, and closes the room door, “I really hope you’ll be happy, Eva.”

iv.

“You there, clad in the dark jumper and green tie,” Toshiko Kayura, self-proclaimed professional matchmaker of Eden’s Garden Academy, addresses Damon from behind her fan, “are going through a tumultuous period in the perilous journey of romance. Hmph, from the way it oozes out of your soul, I can practically smell it from where I am sitting.”

“Who the fuck,” Damon responds, blinking, “are you.”

Toshiko stomps her foot on the ground, already going on a tangent about her “reliable” matchmaking skills. Ah, and Wolfgang Akire of the Law course, the other bane of his existence, is sitting there too. With his legs crossed elegantly, and a picture perfect smile on his flawless face.

Damon feels ready to head to bed at eleven in the morning.

He almost walks away when the young girl quickly composes herself. Clearing her throat, she continues from behind the fan, “What is it that troubles your soul, Damon Maitsu? I simply cannot bear to let you walk around with that… unrest oozing out of you. Not when it disrupts the zen of those like me.”

He fiddles with his hair and grumbles, giving Wolfgang a pointed look. The law student who challenges his stare only smiles in kind. “It’s not particularly something I want to say. Definitely not in front of Wolfgang, at least.”

“Are you afraid I might ridicule you?” the man asks, the smile on his face looking almost condescending.

“Absolutely.” Damon squints. Absolutely no doubt he would, if it’s about Damon.

“Hmph! Fear not, unwise one,” Toshiko’s eyes crinkle, amused. “A shared joy is a double joy, but a shared sorrow is half a sorrow. Believe me, it will alleviate your turmoil to speak your mind.”

He raises an eyebrow, unconvinced.

The young girl flutters her eyelashes, expecting.

Damon notices the action, and for a split second, steel-grey eyes come to mind.

It disappears just as quickly as it came, but even then, it doesn’t stop the heat that he feels travelling up his skin from his neck to the tip of his ears. Instinctively, he looks away and scowls. Big mistake, because Wolfgang Akire lets out a low chuckle at his unfiltered expression, and if Damon weren’t trying to hide his vulnerability, he’d totally be sacking the other guy right now.

On the other hand, Toshiko Kayura sees his visceral reaction, and all but giggles, offering the seat in front of her. Damon doesn’t see any other option, so he just sinks into the chair, hiding the lower half of his face with both his palms.

“So?” She leans forward, impatient but thrilled, “What is it that ails you?”

Damon shuts his eyes, gears in his head turning. Is this really something he wants to talk about out loud? The great Damon Maitsu, veteran debater, throwing his dignity away to ask for help in confessing to some girl?

“How’d you even know I was deep in thought?” He asks, trying to stall.

“One never doubts a matchmaker’s intuition!”

“I do.”

Toshiko huffs and fans herself, expertly keeping her face covered. “Perhaps I should forgo the skirting. You have feelings of affection for someone you have yet to be closer to, but because of the odd characters you both possess, you are unsure whether to proceed. Am I wrong?”

The blush that had previously subsided from Damon’s face returns, in full blossom. “How did you—?” he screeches, startling some passersby.

“How peculiar,” Wolfgang laughs lightly, unfortunately still present. “Damon, this might be the first time I’ve seen you so flustered. I’m rather curious about who they are now.”

“Do not interrupt this sacred moment, Wolfgang!” Toshiko silences him, snapping her fingers in front of his eyes. Then, her eyes crinkle again. It’s suggestive this time. “Or would you like to share your successful endeavors with Miss Madison?”

Wolfgang draws back, a small flush taking over his neck and cheeks. He coughs into a fist, letting out a slightly strangled, “...Apologies. Please continue, Miss Kayura.”

Damon internally cheers at Wolfgang’s small defeat, almost forgetting he’s still being interrogated about his own romance issues.

“Back to you, Damon Maitsu. I implore you to take my advice, for if you don’t… I’m afraid disaster might strike.”

“This is,” he deadpans, “about a confession.” He’s so glad he’s normal. Everyone else is so weird.

“Verily! My point stands!”

“Right, so,” he begrudgingly humours the young girl, fidgeting with his tie, “What exactly should I do to avoid this so-called “disaster”?”

Her eyes light up. “Communication, of course!”

“...Right.”

“Take me seriously, Damon Maitsu!” Toshiko kicks his leg, causing an immediate reaction from him. Who knew fourteen year olds had so much strength in their knees? (No, Damon is not weak, others just happen to be stronger. It’s not strange at all in Eden’s Garden Academy, really.) “Without proper mutual understanding between you and your beloved, you will find your relationship to be as sturdy as a sandcastle in front of the raging sea.”

“What Miss Kayura says is true,” Wolfgang interrupts again, to Damon’s chagrin. “We’re both students in the Humanities, Damon. I’m sure you’re aware of the significance of a well articulated speech.”

“Why haven’t you run back to your girlfriend yet, Wolfgang? She’s the only one who actually likes you.”

“How crude, Damon.”

Toshiko raises a hand to silence the two men. “Ahem! Damon Maitsu, that is all I have to say for your situation. You are your own obstacle, in any case.”

As Damon stands to leave, she leans in one more time. He sees a twinkle in her eyes that screams mischief, not uncommonly found in a growing teenager. He braces.

“All the best with Miss Tsunaka,” she giggles, “Damon Maitsu.”

Damon draws back, eyebrows shooting up. “You— You knew?”

“One never doubts a matchmaker’s intuition,” Toshiko repeats, looking very proud of herself. What an odd kid. He should’ve just left from the beginning. Why did he even bother to stop and listen to one of his greatest academic rivals and some fourteen year old?

But as he leaves, ignoring the polite wave sent by Wolfgang, he ponders on the advice he was given. If everyone except him was succeeding in their respective romantic fields… maybe… there was merit to be had. After all, as Hegel mentioned, “Truth is found neither in the thesis nor the antithesis, but in an emergent synthesis which reconciles the two.”

Communication, huh?

v.

“Oi, idiot,” Kai yells, slamming the door open on a fine Monday. “Why the fuck aren’t you and Eva dating?”

Damon jumps in his place on the bed, halfway through taking his sweater off.

Kai gags. “Eugh, don’t strip in front of me.”

“Maybe don’t barge in without a knock???”

The door slams shut just as loudly, making Damon flinch again. Kai drags his feet as he enters, making sure to slouch backwards and groan as dramatically as possible.

He flops onto Damon’s bed, right beside him, despite the blond boy’s protests. And then, instead of loudly complaining about his terrible day like usual (Kai has a terrible day everyday), he just lies there, quiet in thought.

Kai thinking scares Damon. Genuinely. He’s not even trying to be mean.

“Did something happen?”

“You happened!” Kai bites back quickly. “Dude, I didn’t beg Diana for Miss Mathlete’s name so that you could go up to her, apologise, play video games, and still not get to first base!”

“You’re so dramatic. Diana would have told you without you needing to go on your knees.”

“Nuh uh. Your rizz is like, freaking negative, dude.”

Damon rolls his eyes, pulling his sweater off completely, having been interrupted earlier. Unbeknownst to him, Kai’s eyes follow the movement of his arms, gaze intense and longing, allowing silence to take over instead of opening his mouth and betraying the way his voice might overflow with desire.

Gods, if Damon doesn’t hurry up and get with the love of his life and out of Kai’s, he thinks he might kill himself from all the pent up tension.

“Kai.”

“Hm?”

Damon opens his mouth, but stops himself and just shakes his head. “...Nevermind, it’s nothing.”

Kai rubs his eyes, knowing exactly what his roommate’s so hung up on. “You’re so… stupid, man. I don’t get it, I really don’t. You like the girl, the girl likes you, so just… go for it.”

“You don’t know that,” he hears the uncertainty creep in Damon’s voice, as he turns around in his seat to look at his influencer roommate.

“No,” Kai whispers back, because Damon couldn’t be more wrong. He does know. He does know the difference between the look of someone who is utterly besotted, and someone who isn’t.

The look on Damon’s face when he talks to Eva. The look on Eva’s face when she talks to Damon.

The look on Damon’s face when he talks to Kai.

Kai shuts his eyes.

“No,” he repeats, firmly. “I do know that. I couldn’t be more sure of it.”

He might’ve overdone it with the forced coolness, because Damon, literal master of picking apart debate arguments, does pick up on the uncharacteristic behaviour.

“Huh,” Damon’s lips quirk up a little, “I never realised you wanted me to get a significant other this bad.”

Kai smiles, trying to keep the bitterness out as much as possible, “Nah, just don’t like seeing you mope around. It’s minus aura.”

“You and your online lingo.”

The air is a little lighter, and Kai’s chest unconstricts.

Saliva rests heavy at the back of his throat, along with a thousand words. Don't go. I hope you'll be happy. She's bad for you. She's good for you. Choose me instead. She's everything I'm not. I love you.  

Instead of spilling all over, he reminds himself that this is one of the last few moments of peace special to both him and Damon alone. So he soaks in it, crossing his fingers, hoping it lasts longer. Just a bit longer.

Kai dozes off, gripping loosely onto the fabric of Damon's dress shirt. He relishes in the way he isn't stopped.

Eva will have him soon, but for now, this moment is his to treasure.

+ i.

“Damon.”

No reply.

“Daaamon.”

There’s an annoyed grumble, but the boy stays focused on his work. The clack of his laptop keys sound louder and harsher.

Eva taps the top edge of his laptop screen, wobbling it a little. Damon looks up, a scowl on his face. “What?”

The girl blinks at him, sitting still, before moving her chin to rest on her hand. She doesn’t say another word.

Damon huffs. “Are you serious?”

She blinks again, silent and cat-like, and enjoys the way he bristles further.

He turns back to his laptop screen, glaring at the material on it like it personally challenged his bloodline. His eyes flicker, left and right, left and right… and then he just sighs and gives up, and closes his laptop.

“You’ve got my attention.” Damon frowns, “What do you want?”

“This is of utmost importance, Damon. It’s crucial that you absorb everything I am about to say next. If you don’t, a world shattering event will take place at once.”

…This can’t possibly be the ‘disaster’ Toshiko was referring to. “What is it?”

“Are you ready to absorb the weight of the universe?”

“Hurry up, Eva.”

“Did you know,” Eva says, looking directly into green eyes, speaking very solemnly. “black holes vomit.”

Ah. It indeed wasn’t. “...Eva.”

She leans in further, and with the flawless poker face she wears, he genuinely cannot tell if she’s trying to joke or not. “To be exact, they can ‘burp’ up stars that they’ve previously swallowed, and no one can explain why this happens.”

Damon stares, and stares, until his eyebrows droop outwards in utter disappointment. This is the girl he chose to crush on?

Eva Tsunaka ignores the pointed silence from the boy across her, and leans back, with an unspoken satisfaction with her own ramble. Said boy caves and lets out a very long sigh that spans approximately twenty seconds long.

“Why do I even deal with you,” he mutters, pinching his nose.

“You like me,” she replies, swift and easy.

He stops cold, eyes shooting wide open.

In front of him, Eva returns to her work, completely unfazed, while Damon stays frozen in place. Did she… did she…?

How could she confess with such a straight face, when he’s been tormenting inside all over for the past week?

Wait, there’s literally no guarantee that she means it in *that* way. Damon breathes in deep, his fingers shaking as he brings them down to his lap. Yeah. Maybe you’re just misunderstanding because you’re nervous.

Although, he has long been waiting for the right time to spill his feelings.

Surely, now that she’s made the first move, he could at least return the favour, right?

“I…” Damon begins, sounding like a strangled whisper. He clenches the fabric of his pants tight. “I like you, too.”

And then, Eva Tsunaka looks up at him.

And goes back to her work barely a second later. “Yeah, duh.”

?????????????????????????????

Oh, okay, sure. Yeah.

Leave it to Eva Tsunaka to remain nonchalant even as they’re spilling the very depths of their vulnerable souls, while Damon’s heart is pounding at a thousand miles per minute.

“You— You’re—” he splutters, “Why are you so calm about this?”

“About what, Damon?” she raises her head, exuding the very definition of calmness.

“I— You just confessed, and I confessed back, and— you’re acting like this is a totally normal day!”

Eva’s brows furrow. She sets her pen down, fixes her glasses, and steel grey stares into green for the second time this afternoon.

“Confess?” she asks, “I didn’t… Damon, we’re dating, right?”

We’re.

We’re WHAT?

Damon squints so hard at her, letting utter confusion seep through his expression, that he forgets to reply.

At the long silence, Eva’s cheeks dust with pink, and she repeats, much softer and much slower. “Damon. We’re dating, right?”

“Are—” He answers intelligently, “Were we?”

The mathlete blinks repeatedly, cheeks growing a dark shade of red, and only now does she have the audacity to look like she wants to run. 

She buries her head in her arms, letting out a strangled, guttural sound from her throat, and Damon winces. Oh no. Oh no. He didn’t even get to confess properly, and he already fucked it up. Way to go, you stupid loser. Pushing his own confusion and embarrassment aside, he leans over his side of the table and grabs onto Eva’s wrists, not wanting a repeat of the last time he scared her away with his insensitive words.

“Don't run away,” he insists, voice teetering on desperate, “We need to talk this out.”

Eva, ears burning red, goes silent for a while, and lets out another high pitched whine. But she doesn’t move from her seat, which he takes as a win.

Damon sighs, letting one hand go to ruffle his hair. He stands up, other hand still holding onto her wrist, and crosses over to her side of the table. Bending over her slightly, he exhales, breath hitting her ears and turning them even more red. The girl refuses to turn her head and spare him a glance.

“Eva,” he begins, cautious and soft, “look at me?”

A fidget, a grumble. Then a few seconds later, she complies, slowly turning her head so one eye is visible.

He sighs, noticing the way her spectacles are twisted awkwardly whilst being crushed by her arms. It must be uncomfortable for her. Stretching a nervous hand out, he gingerly coerces her face off the table, and when she reluctantly lets him lift her head, he slips her glasses off her. The action is gentle, intimate almost, in the way his fingers tremble while unlooping the earpiece behind her ear. If Eva jumps slightly at the ticklish touch, Damon chooses to ignore it.

Silence ensues, as steel grey struggles to meet green.

“Why did you think we were dating?”

She licks her lips. Her fingers fiddle. “When you invited me to your friend’s gaming tournament… and apologised to me outside. I thought…”

“Ah,” Damon sweats, “I didn’t know that was a… declaration of love.”

“I didn’t know it wasn’t!” Eva defends, “Damon, I told you I’ve been ostracized all my life. Where do you think I have the time to know what romance is?”

“You think I know what romance is, either?!” He argues.

They squint at each other, baffled. And then, it dawns on them.

They’re just two idiots. Two idiots, neither of which has ever been in a proper relationship before. Neither of which, despite achieving excellence in their respective academic fields, know how to do anything remotely sappy. Neither of which know how to properly cross the line, nor hold the hand of the one they want to do it for. Just two big idiots, who don’t know how to write their own story.

At the unspoken shared realisation, Eva is the first to laugh, in the form of a strange, amused huff. The corners of her lips quirk upwards. Damon is quick to follow, a small exasperated smile blooming on his face. He kneels right beside her seat, chest heaving with relief and joy, as quiet chuckles fill their Corner.

He’s never knelt in front of anyone before. He’d rather die than to have someone else literally look down on him like this. But when steel grey finally gains the courage to gaze into green, eyes crinkled so fondly, being on his knee doesn’t seem so humiliating anymore.

“We’re… kind of stupid, aren’t we?”

“Nope,” Damon has never been more glad to see Eva smiling, “That’s just you.”

He grumbles, all in good sport, and she laughs and extends an arm. It rests on his left cheek, and he’s very aware of the lithe thumb that brushes his lower lip.

“Because…” She leans in, and he gulps. “I believe I’m smart enough to do things at my own pace.”

Damon shuts his eyes on instinct. In the next second, a soft warmth presses against his lips.

A nose crashes into his, too.

“Ow!” he pulls back, hand flying to his nose. “Eva, what the hell?”

She blinks, and looks away, rubbing her own nose. “That was intended.”

“No, it was not!!”

But even as Damon massages his own nose and complains about the pain, his cheeks stain a beautiful pink, vividly remembering the lips against his.

“...Eva.”

“...Mm?”

“That was your first kiss, wasn’t it.”

“...Mm.”

He sighs in fond exasperation. A few more moments pass in silence, where all there is to be heard is the deep breaths taken by him. Before she can finish recovering from the embarrassing mishap, he reaches out and pulls her face back close.

“Don’t stop,” Damon whispers, and Eva can tell the moment his eyes dilate. “until I tell you to.”

In another context, it would’ve come off as commanding, or even seductive. Eva recognises this in the stories Diana talks about, the princely kind that makes your knees buckle. But this is Damon she’s talking about. Prideful, pathetic Damon, who’s never kissed a girl in his life. And if anything, he just sounds silly. Desperate. Full of want, dignity forgone. Not audacious, nor a prince.

If anything, it makes Eva’s heart flutter more.

Who is she to stop him when he pulls her in again?

Seconds feel like hours, when all they can focus on is the awkward and tentative brush of the other’s lips against their own. Too conscious of the other’s breath. Too aware of the other’s teeth. Too unsure of what to do next. It’s so embarrassing. It’s so special. It’s theirs.

“Your lips,” she murmurs when they pull away, soft and flustered, “are chapped.”

“They… I speak often.” he replies very cleverly, and also very soft and flustered.

“Oh, do you.”

Eva doesn’t give him a chance to speak.

She’s a smart girl, and she learns fast. It doesn’t take long for her to know when to pull away, when to return, when to let out a soft sigh that she knows drives him crazy. But Damon’s also a smart boy, and he also learns fast, and it also doesn’t take long for him to return the favour, eliciting gasps out of her when he figures out when to follow after her and when to swallow her sighs.

He’s going crazy. He’s never done this before. He wants to do it again.

And when she lets out another audible breath, nearly pushed over the edge, he strikes.

“Quiet,” he brings his hand up to the back of her head, “you’re still in the library, Eva.”

He pushes her over. She falls.

He follows.

[hyacinthleaves]

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Hyacinthleaves is a little fanfiction blog that I'm creating because I honestly want to give back to the fanfiction community. I've been reading them since I was pretty young and I think that non-canon creations take so much skill and patience. Since I've been reading them for so long, I think that its time to give back (even in a very small and simple way) and consistently try to spend time writing some myself. Obviously I've been writing them on and off but I just wanted them to have a space of their own again as well. We start again!

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Fandoms:

Fields of Mistria (CLOSED)

Hayden Caldarus March Olric Ryis Adeline Celine Juniper

-Dungeon Meshi (I've only watched the anime) (CLOSED)

Laios Falin Chilchuck Marcille Senshi

-Stardew Valley (CLOSED)

Shane Elliot Sam Harvey

-Project: Eden's Garden (CLOSED)

All of them except Cassidy, Mara, and Toshiko

-Sinners (open)

Smoke

Stack

Annie

Mary

Remmick

Pearline

Sammie

-Your Turn to Die (open)

Sara Chidouin

Keiji Shinogi

Shin Tsukimi

Joe Tazuna

Kai Satou

Reko Yabusame

Q-taro Burgerberg

Ranmaru Kageyama

Alice Yabusame

Hayasaka

Rio Ranger

Nao Egokoro

Tia Safalin

[hollyethecurious]

CS AU: Being Ghosted (2/4?)

Summary: Killian and Liam Jones are called in to help with the haunting of an old carriage house where a skeleton was recently found walled up within the cellar. This is no ordinary ghost hunt for the supernatural fighting brothers, however. This job will require Killian to face the person who has been haunting him for nearly a year. Emma Swan. The woman he ghosted.

A/N: Yeah, yeah. I know the holiday season is in full swing and we ought to be done with the spooky stuff, but I love a Victorian/Dickensian Christmas aesthetic that leaves room for good old ghost stories. This addition gives me a BINGO for my Fall/Spooky card (better late than never) and will likely have two additional parts to come.

Shout out to @kmomof4 for her exceptional beta skills!

Rated T / Also available on ao3 / add to tag list / Curious? Come Ask Me! / Part One

Part Two

Leaves rustled overhead, clinging to branches that were ready to be freed of them as the crisp autumn breeze coaxed them from their perch and gently swirled them to the ground below. Those with the misfortune of landing on the pavement were crunched beneath the tires of Killian Jones’ Chevelle, pulling up in front of an old carriage house that was being renovated into a home.

A home for Emma Swan. A home she recently began to share with her boyfriend. A home where the two resided, sharing all of the intimacies he desperately wished he could have shared with her. Intimacies and quiet moments and heated arguments and passionate make up sessions and mundane chores and yes… even their current plight.

A haunting.

Killian would have willingly faced it all with her had circumstances been different, which, he supposed, was why he was here now.

“You ready for this, little brother?” Liam questioned after Killian had put the car in park and shut off the engine.

“Younger,” Killian reminded him in his usual exasperated tone, pushing open the driver’s side door and climbing out while side-stepping his well-meaning brother’s inquiry.

The front door of the carriage house opened and a man exited, greeting them hesitantly, “You must be the Jones brothers?”

“We are,” Liam said, approaching the man with an outstretched hand. “I’m Liam. This is my brother, Killian. Are you the owner?”

“Uh, no,” the man said, shaking Liam’s hand then stuffing his hands in his pocket with an acknowledging nod towards Killian. “I’m Neal Cassidy. My girlfriend’s the one who called you. She technically owns the place, but we both live here.”

Something in Killian’s gut twisted, the ache intensifying when Emma emerged from the carriage house, looking as stunning as he remembered but without the warmth and affection he’d last received from her.

“You guys must be exhausted,” she said after introducing herself to his brother and barely giving him her notice. “We’ve made up the guest room and there’s a pullout in the office.” Turning to her beau, she placed a loving hand on his arm and sweetly suggested, “Why don’t you show Killian to the office and I’ll take Liam up to the guest room.” Addressing Liam - and only Liam - once more, she said, “After you two get settled, we can take you down to the cellar where this all started.”

“That sounds grand,” Liam said, gesturing towards the carriage house. “Lead the way, lass.”

As they filed in, Liam looked back at Killian over his shoulder. His expression echoed that which Killian was already telling himself.

He had fucked up.

Badly.

“So,” Cassidy began, showing Killian into the office where the pull out couch had already been made up for him. “How do you know Emma? She wasn’t really clear on the details.”

Dropping his duffle on the bed, Killian busied himself with rifling through his supplies, attempting to keep a neutral tone. “What details did she share?”

“Something about a dare and the cemetery and not wanting to talk about the experience because it had been too intense.”

Killian let out a commiserating hum. “Intense is certainly one word for it,” he murmured, the memory of Emma laid out beneath him, kissing the holy hell out him while making sounds that haunted him to this day flashed through his mind and tightened the fit of his jeans.

Unwilling to betray Emma’s confidence, and not exactly eager to share the details of their acquaintance with her current paramour either, Killian shifted the conversation to the matter at hand. “As I understand it, the paranormal activity began after the two of you uncovered skeletal remains in the cellar. Is that correct?”

“Yeah,” Cassidy replied, leaning against the door jamb and crossing his arms over his chest. “I thought Emma was crazy at first when she insisted we had a ghost. I mean… you know how irrational women can be.”

Killian chafed at the man’s derisive tone. “If there’s one thing I know about Emma, mate,” Killian informed him with a slight edge to his words, “it’s that her instincts should never be dismissed.”

“Oh, don’t get me wrong,” Cassidy back pedaled. “I believe her now. Kind of hard not to when a ghost appears over your bed while you’re trying to convince your girl she’s not too tired to fulfill her duties. You know what I mean?”

Fists balled, Killian took a deep breath and tried to rein in his anger. He was saved from doing anything rash by the sounds of his brother’s voice.

“Ready to check out the cellar?”

“Aye,” Killian clipped out, following after Liam and resisting the urge to shoulder check the repulsive man who had somehow fallen into Swan’s good graces - and her bed (not that he wished to dwell on that fact) - as he passed.

Emma led them down a steep flight of steps into the cold, dark, and dank space below. The atmosphere had an immediate effect on Killian, raising the hair along the back of his neck and giving him the eerie feeling of being watched.

“This was part of the original structure, yes?” Liam asked, shining his flashlight into the inky black corners the dim bulb at the bottom of the stairs couldn’t quite reach.

“Yeah,” Emma answered, lingering by the stairs with Cassidy as the Jones men looked around. “From what I understand, it was cold storage for oats and hay and other food stuffs for the horses lodged here when it was a carriage house.” Gesturing towards an opening, she continued, “I noticed that space had been bricked up and I wanted to open it back up. That’s when I found…”

“The body,” Killian supplied, casting a glance towards her and meeting her eye for the first time since he’d arrived. His heart clenched, the look on her face making him wish he could have spared her such a discovery. Perhaps if it had been he who had been there… No. There was nothing to be gained in thinking that way now. The past was the past and there was no changing it.

“And you called the police?” Liam confirmed, searching the area where the skeleton had been found.

“Of course we did,” Cassidy scoffed. “What else were we supposed to do?”

Killian and Liam exchanged a look. Neither of them could fault their decision, but they both knew, had it been them, they would have handled it much differently.

“And how soon after the body was removed did the occurrences begin?”

“Almost immediately,” Emma answered. “It started with noises on these steps.” She gestured at the stairs they’d used to access the cellar, the tension in her demeanor evident in the stiff, closed-off way she stood in the unsettling space.

“Noises?” Liam questioned. “Like footsteps?”

“No,” she replied. “More like… something falling down them. Then things actually started crashing down them.”

“What do you mean?” Killian pressed, his concern heightening as she continued.

“If we leave anything sitting in the hallway outside the cellar door, it will eventually make its way down here. Clearly having taken a tumble down the stairs.”

“Yeah,” Cassidy said, backing her up. “I thought it was the authorities being careless, because we had a parade of crime scene personnel traipsing through here for weeks after we reported the body.”

“But you knew it was more than that, didn’t you, Swan?”

Emma locked eyes with Killian. He could tell his question had brought back the memory of her first ghostly encounter. She swallowed hard and for a moment it was as though they were the only two people there.

“Rooms would get cold,” she told him in a quiet voice; her words conveying all the nuance and unspoken truths she knew he would understand in a way her boyfriend had not. “I would hear things. Smell things. Things I hadn’t experienced in all the months I spent renovating the upper levels.”

“What sort of smells?”

His brother broke the reverie that had momentarily linked them, snapping the connection that reminded Killian of what they had once shared.

“Um,” Emma began, shaking herself and focusing on the question. “Leather? Hay? Like a barn, but without the pungent animal smells. More how I’d imagine this place was when it was an active carriage house, I guess.”

“So, he could have been killed here during that time,” Killian said to his brother

“Agreed. We’ll need to learn more about the building’s history.” Addressing Emma once more, Liam inquired, “You told Killian the authorities had yet to identify the remains, is that correct?”

“Yeah. But they did issue a cause of death. Blunt force trauma and a broken neck.”

“Injuries one might sustain from falling or being pushed down a flight of stairs,” Killian remarked. “It would certainly explain the occurrences surrounding the cellar steps.”

“My friend Belle is the town librarian and she has access to city records,” Emma informed them. “When you agreed to come, I asked her to pull anything that might tell us the history of the carriage house. Who owned it. Who may have worked here. Things like that. She said she’d try and have a file ready for when you got here.”

“Good thinking, love,” Killian praised, unaware of the endearment he’d let slip until Cassidy shot him an affronted glare then suspiciously flicked his gaze to Emma’s pinked cheeks before sending another hard look Killian’s way.

Clearing his throat, Killian reached up and scratched behind his ear, turning his attention towards Liam and suggesting, “Before we go any further, we should ascertain what sort of spirit we’re dealing with.”

“What do you mean?” Emma asked.

Killian couldn’t help the smug feeling that went through him at the sight of her pulling away from Cassidy’s attempt to wrap a possessive arm around her waist. She took a step towards the center of the room where Liam was already pulling supplies out of the bag he’d brought with him.

“There are generally two kinds of spirits who refuse to move on,” Liam told her. “Malevolent ones who were equally nasty while alive, and those who simply have unfinished business they feel compelled to resolve before they can find peace.”

“Malevolent spirits refuse to leave,” Killian added. “Hell bent on punishing or exacting revenge against the living. The only way to be rid of them is to--”

“Salt and burn their bones,” Emma said, causing Cassidy to balk behind her.

“How did you know--”

“Aye,” Killian said, cutting Cassidy off. “Which will be somewhat difficult to accomplish, seeing as they are still in the medical examiner’s possession.”

“So…” Emma drawled, joining he and Liam as they continued to set up the space for the task they would need to perform. “Best case scenario would be this spirit just having unfinished business?”

“That won’t necessarily make matters any easier,” Liam informed her. “Figuring out a spirit’s unfinished business isn’t usually as straightforward as salting and burning bones.”

“So, how do we determine which kind of spirit it is?”

“Ems, the thing attacked us while we were making love,” Cassidy said, being sure to emphasize the making love part as he wrapped his arms around her waist. “The thing is obviously bad news.”

“We weren’t--” Emma began, mortification giving way to irritation as she looked back at him then shook her head and said, “Nevermind. It doesn’t matter.” Looking down at the two brothers as they finished lighting the circle of candles they’d set out, she said, “As I told Liam upstairs, when he manifested he didn’t look threatening. He had his hands over his mouth--” she raised hers to mimic what the spectre had looked like, “--but was clearly trying to tell us something when he vanished almost as quickly as he appeared.”

“Well,” Liam said, pulling the last piece of the equipment from his bag, “This will hopefully allow him to tell us what he tried to communicate with you.”

A belittling snort escaped Cassidy. “A ouija board? Be serious.”

“I assure you, mate. We are quite serious,” Killian informed him as he took a seat upon the cold, cellar floor alongside his brother. “But if the idea of communing with the dead is too much for you, then feel free to sit outside while we conduct our investigation.”

Clearly catching the challenge to his courage, Cassidy grit his teeth and grumbled in Emma’s ear. “Can you believe this guy?”

“Neal,” Emma sighed with a tone of censure. “Shut up and sit down.”

Entering into the circle, Emma lowered herself onto the stone floor and crossed her legs beneath her. Reluctantly, Cassidy followed, a disgruntled look passing over his features in response to the sitting arrangement that had placed him between Emma and Liam instead of separating her from Killian.

“A few ground rules before we get started,” Liam began, holding the planchette in his hands.

“I think we’ve all played with ouija boards before,” Cassidy interrupted rudely, earning him a stern stare from the elder Jones.

“Aye,” Liam responded with a cutting edge to his words. “You may well have, but what we are preparing to do is not child’s play. We are opening a portal to the spirit realm, and for all our safety, precautions must be taken and adhered to.”

Cassidy shifted uncomfortably, but said nothing more.

“Go on,” Emma urged. “We’ll do whatever you tell us to.”

“Right,” Liam began again. “Once we’ve placed our hands on the planchette, they must remain there until the session is concluded. I shall be the only one addressing the spirits, so you must refrain from talking or reacting. And when it becomes clear that the spirits are finished communicating, we must all close the session together by moving the planchette to goodbye. This is the only time we intentionally guide it. Understood?”

Everyone nodded. The seriousness of their endeavor hung heavily around them as Liam continued.

“I’m going to set the planchette on the board, but before anyone touches it, we need to attune the space.” Setting the planchette down, Liam extended his hands to Killian and Cassidy, saying, “Everyone needs to join hands and focus on the spirit we wish to call forth.”

Killian took his brother’s hand then opened the other to receive Emma’s. When she tentatively placed her hand in his, Killian glanced up at her face. They locked eyes for a brief moment before she flicked hers away, but Killian knew his touch was having the same effect on her that her touch was having on him. There was no mistaking the familiar physical tension they’d once shared under similar circumstances.

“Focus on the person we seek,” Liam instructed. “We know him to be a man. We know there is something he wishes to communicate. We know this space was his final resting place until a few weeks ago. However you choose to manifest him within your mind, hold that image there and focus on him.”

Difficult as it was, Killian tried to push aside thoughts of Swan and the feel of her hand in his. Even still, she remained a fixture in his attempt to concentrate. She was there when he thought of the man’s body being discovered. She was there when he imagined how he may have looked when he’d manifested himself to her. She was there with every noise, every scent, every strange occurrence that had led her to reaching out to the one person she knew could help her. Despite the tragic circumstances that led the man to being walled up within the cellar, Killian could not help but feel gratitude to the spirit who had brought Emma Swan back into his life.

“Right,” Liam said a moment later. “With the man still centered in everyone’s mind, place your hands on the planchette.”

Killian sucked in a breath at the loss of her hand, but quickly schooled his emotions and joined the others, placing his hands upon the planchette and readying himself for what was to come.

“We call forth the spirit of the man found concealed behind the wall in this cellar,” Liam called out. “We ask that he come forth and tell us his name. What is your name, spirit?”

The temperature dropped and several of the candle’s flames flickered. Killian could hear Emma’s rapid breaths over the pounding of his own heart.

“Spirit!” Liam called out again. “We invite you to tell us your name!”

A gasp fell from Emma’s lips when the planchette jerked beneath their fingers. With wide, green eyes, she cast her gaze towards Killian as the planchette slid across the board. He gave her a look of encouragement, hoping his own gaze conveyed that there was nothing to fear - that he would not let any harm come to her - before her eyes fell back to the board and the word being spelled out beneath their fingers.

“D-A-N-I-E-L,” Liam read out as the planchette roamed across the board. “Daniel? Your name is Daniel?”

Yes

“What is it you want, Daniel?”

H-E-L-P

“You need help? That’s why we’re here. How can we help you to move on?”

H-E-L-P

“We understand. How can we help? What do you need us to do?”

T-E-L-L-H-E-R

“Tell her? Her who? You want us to deliver a message to someone?

Yes

“You need to tell us who. Who is her?”

L-O-V-E

“Someone you loved?”

Yes

“What’s her name?”

R-R-R-R-R-R-R … No

“No? No, what?”

No

“We don’t understand. No, you don’t want to tell us her name?”

C-A-N-T

“You can’t?”

C-A-N-T

“Why can’t you?”

C-C-C-C-C-C

Killian leaned over and whispered into his brother’s ear. “Another spirit maybe? Interference from another entity?”

“Is there another spirit with us? Someone who does not want you to communicate with us?”

Yes

Killian removed his hands from the planchette, earning him a startled gasp from Swan and a scathing reprimand from his brother.

“Killian!” Liam hissed. “What the devil are you--”

“Use my energy, Daniel,” Killian offered, opening his arms, and himself, up in surrender. “Take my energy and manifest yourself. Tell us who’s trying to silence you.”

“Brother, have you lost all sense?”

“It’s alright, Daniel,” Killian encouraged, ignoring his brother. “You can take my energy and--”

Killian’s words fell away when the fine hairs began to lift over his entire body. His arms began to feel heavy and it was a struggle to keep them lifted, especially when his breathing also became laboured.

“Killian, put your damn hands back on the--”

Liam’s admonishment was cut short by a startled, expletive falling from Emma’s lips. Manifesting above the board, in the center of their circle, was the ghostly image of a young man.

“Is that… Daniel?”

“That’s the man we saw!” Emma confirmed, her eyes wide as saucers and brimming with equal amounts of fear and awe. Forgetting herself, and the rules, she tentatively asked, “Are you…? Are you Daniel?”

The spectre nodded. He couldn’t have been more than early to mid twenties when he died, and though it was difficult to ascertain certain physical identifiers like height or hair or eye color, given his current metaphysical state, his clothing could serve as a clue that would narrow down the timeframe of his passing.

“Tell us how we can help you?” Liam said.

Killian, relieved that his brother was willing to capitalize on the moment, knew that he’d get an earful later, especially if Daniel managed to draw energy off him to the point of him passing out. Though woozy, Killian focused his efforts on the questions his brother continued to repeat and the spirit’s attempted replies.

“Who is the woman you want us to contact? Who else is here with us?”

Daniel tried again and again to speak, but the sound of his voice could not pass from his plane to theirs. Reaching down with ghostly hands, Daniel nudged the planchette and guided it once more to the R. Before he could maneuver it to the next letter, a second pair of hands appeared from behind Daniel’s head and wrapped around his lower face, obscuring his mouth.

Emma screamed and Neal jolted back, nearly knocking over the candles behind him.

“Nope!” Cassidy exclaimed, scrambling off the floor and sprinting towards the stairs.

“Neal!” Swan called after him, though she remained rooted where she was with her hands still affixed to the planchette.

Daniel struggled against the phantom hands, clawing at them with his own while Liam tried to wrestle back control of the seance.

“Reveal yourself, spirit! Tell us who you are and why you wish to silence Daniel! What unfinished business does Daniel--”

The planchette began to spin, making it impossible for Liam and Emma’s hands to remain there. An impossible gust of cold wind swept through the cellar, extinguishing the candles and ruffling both Killian’s and Emma’s hair. The light bulb at the bottom of the stairs shattered, sending down a shower of sparks. The only illumination remaining was Daniel’s ghostly form, but it too was quickly snuffed out, leaving the three of them in darkness.

“Bloody hell,” Liam cursed, the sound of him rummaging through his duffle preceding the beam of his flashlight. Reaching over, he grasped Killian’s shoulder and questioned, “Are you alright, little brother?”

“Younger,” Killian muttered, earning him a relieved clap on the back from his brother; his petulant response the only proof Liam needed as to his brother’s condition.

“You two stay still,” Liam instructed. “I’ll relight the candles and clean up the glass. Is there a broom down here?”

“Y-Yeah,” Emma responded, shakily. “In that cabinet.” She gestured towards the corner, then offered, “But I can do that.”

“No,” Liam said, waving her off as he finished lighting the candles. “You stay with Killian. He’s going to need a minute to recover from his tomfoolery.”

“It got us answers, didn’t it?” Killian shot back, heavily. Drained of energy, it was all he could do to remain sitting upright, but he’d be damned if he let Liam know just how much the encounter had affected him.

“Aye. I suppose it did,” Liam conceded, procuring the broom and dustpan so he could begin sweeping up the broken bulb.

“What answers?” Emma asked. “All I have is more questions.”

“We know there’s indeed another spirit here,” Killian told her. “A woman, if the ringed fingers and manicured nails give any indication. We also have a name to work with - Daniel. Based on his manifestation, I’d wager he was in his mid 20s when he died and by the looks of his clothing, I would guess he worked as a stablehand at some point. That gives us a frame of reference to work with as we investigate his identity further.”

“Speaking of which,” Liam said, disposing of the broken glass and tucking the broom back into the cabinet. “You said you had a friend assisting with research?”

“Yes!” Emma replied, plucking her phone from her back pocket. “Belle. I’ll text her now and see if she’s ready to share her findings with us.”

“Perhaps you would like to check on Mr. Cassidy as well?” Liam suggested, reminding them both of the forgotten man.

“Um, right. Yeah.” Swan stood and brushed the dust off the back of her jeans. Her phone vibrated in her hand, capturing her attention. “Belle says she has everything ready and we can come by the library any time.”

“Terrific,” Killian responded, attempting to pick himself up off the floor… and flailing. “Um, Swan? Would you mind, uh…”

Emma glanced down at him and must have perceived his predicament. Her eyes widened, a startled expression crossing her features, as she reached down and helped him up.

With a steadying hand pressed against his chest, she asked, “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“I’m fine,” he assured her. “Just a bit… unsteady.”

“Here,” she said, leading him towards the stairs where he could rest against the banister. “Better?”

“Aye. Thank you, love.”

Her posture stiffened in response to the endearment and she turned away, intent on climbing the steps out of the cellar. Killian reached out and lightly grasped her elbow, stalling her steps.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to… are you alright? I should have asked how you’re handling the ordeal.”

“I’m fine,” she told him. Her position on the steps had brought her to eye level and though there was still only candlelight illuminating their surroundings, Killian could see the truth of her words in her eyes. “This isn’t my first haunted rodeo. Remember?”

Killian let out an amused huff. “Aye. How could I forget.”

They stood there a moment longer, Killian’s hand still resting against the crook of her elbow. He could feel the raised flesh of her arm through the thin fabric of her sleeve and wondered if it was a remnant of the ghostly encounter or perhaps an involuntary response to his touch.

Was he wrong to hope for the latter?

“I, uh… I should go check on Neal,” she said, dragging her tongue across her lip before her teeth scraped over the tender flesh in its wake.

The sound of something heavy scraping the floor above them pulled Killian from thoughts of capturing her mouth with his own, and almost too late he noticed an object about to hurl itself down the cellar steps.

“Swan! Look out!”

With all the strength he could muster, he managed to force her against the wall, shielding her as something crashed down the stairs. Their bodies pressed together, chests heaving against the other’s, it took them both several moments to process what had just happened.

“Emma!” Neal cried out, sprinting through the floors above and coming to a stop at the top of the cellar stairs. Staring down at his girlfriend who was currently being blanketed by another man, Neal’s face grew thunderous as he exclaimed, “What the hell is going on here?!”

“It appears to be some sort of statue,” Liam commented. Killian wasn’t sure if it was genuine ignorance as to the man’s meaning or if his brother simply wished to avoid a scene. Crouched down, Liam inspected the object and added, “Lucky the two of you managed to get out of the way. This could have done serious harm.”

Swan pushed against Killian’s chest, forcing him to step back from her so she could turn and take the man still fuming at the top of the stairs to task.

“It was that stupid garden statue of Pan you insisted on bringing inside!” she shouted. “I told you not to leave it in the hall!”

“How was I supposed to know a ghost could move it?” Neal shot back. “The thing weighs like fifty pounds!”

Stomping up the stairs, Swan grabbed Neal by the arm and hauled him away from the cellar entrance. Although Killian could not discern what was being said between them, there was no mistaking the tone of argument in their voices. He probably ought to feel guilty for having a hand in their current discord, but all he could focus on at the moment was the way his body was still reacting to having been pressed against Emma’s. The way she’d felt beneath his weight, the intoxicating scent of her hair, the feel of her hands clutching the back of his shirt, the way their eyes had connected after the danger had passed, the moment their gazes flicked down in unison to the other’s lips, the impulse he’d nearly given in to kiss her, the certainty he felt that the same desire had run through her mind as well.

“Brother,” Liam said, his tone making Killian groan internally.

He knew what was coming.

“Don’t,” he replied. “I already know what you’re going to say.”

“Oh?”

“Aye,” Killian sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I was rash and foolish in the way I invited the spirit to use my energy, and I need to get my head on straight. No more distractions.”

“Actually,” Liam said, hoisting his duffle, which he’d repacked, up onto his shoulder before crossing the cellar and joining Killian on the stairs. “I was going to say… A man unwilling to fight for what he wants, deserves what he gets.”

Slapping his brother on the shoulder he continued up the steps, leaving Killian utterly gobsmacked.

Chapter Three - Coming Soon!

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