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[reiderwriter]

🗝 Don't Back Down 🗝

Pairing: Unit Chief! Sub Spencer Reid x dom! BAU Reader

For the CM Kink Bingo Challenge 24

Requested: Hello!! You are an excellent writer, and I hope you don’t mind a random request. :)!Basically, Spencer breaks protocol and endangers himself - runs after an unsub without backup, takes off his vest, etc. whatever it is - the reader is either there or finds out and is PISSED. She’s obviously not above him in the BAU, so she can’t punish him at work, but she can punish him in bed through toys/edging.

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, brief mentions of details, minor gunshot wound, sex toys, punishment, BDSM themes, male sub Spencer, cock ring, dildo, masturbation (f), squirting, overstimulation (male), multiple orgasms, begging, messy sex, slight cum play, implied oral sex (f), boss/ subordinate relationship, partial established relationship, FWB dynamic. Implied switch x switch.

A/N: Hello! I really loved writing Unit Chief Spencer for my first Kink Bingo fic, so I've decided to bring him back a second time, and I'll be rounding out the challenge with a third part in the Unit Chief saga in July! You don't have to have read the first part, but if you want to, you can find it here~♡ I'm still enjoying the challenge of interpreting all the bingo challenges and this marks my very first bingo line! Let's see if I can get a full board!!

Masterlist || Bingo Board

His tenure as Unit Chief may have been temporary and wholly unwanted, but you admired Spencer's commitment to actually taking care of every member of the team he was left in charge of. 

He'd supported JJ in interviews, actually taking care of the press very effectively, and made sure Garcia was calm and stable. Hell, he'd even made Rossi feel better about his work on cases. And for you - well, he'd taught you to shoot straight. That and more. 

He'd held you in the middle of the night on the tougher cases, letting you sob into his bare chest the day you'd first killed an unsub. He'd distracted you from cases with his tongue, and his fingers and his dick, he'd given you pleasure where the job gave only pain and stress, and you loved him. 

You loved him, even if he was going to get himself killed. 

At first, it had been pulling Luke out of the way of a moving vehicle, being almost mowed down himself when on a case. Then he'd walked into a scene without his gun and had actually taken off his vest in exchange for JJ and Tara being able to back away to safety. He'd closed a door between him and Rossi and an active bomb that had only just been deactivated in time, and more recently, he'd taken two bullets for you. 

It was like he wanted to die. 

Th bullets, of course, had hit his vest, but a third had scraped his shoulder, and the cry out of pain had you nearly hysterical. Luke had taken down the unsub immediately, but you were a flood of tears already, panicking and having and dropping to your knees as you shook, the anxiety of almost losing him flooding your body with adrenaline. 

After all that, he was still the one comforting you. 

“Y/N. Y/N, shhh, it's okay, I'm here. I'm okay. Don't cry were both safe, I saved you. We're safe.” 

You pounded at his chest, but with the others surrounding you, there was nothing to do but stand and pull yourself together, even if you wanted to rage at him and tell and scream. 

He gave out orders and was escorted away to an ambulance, and you wiped your tears and got to work. You'd fucked Spencer, sure, you had been fucking him for months now, but it wasn't a relationship. It certainly wasn't anything your coworkers knew about, and you knew they'd have words if they did know. 

So you wiped your tears, and you put your head down and finished up your work. Then you made your way back to the jet, back to your home, back to your bed, and waited for him to make an appearance. 

You weren't in a relationship, but you knew he'd come. You heard his keys in your door, rolling your eyes at how naive you'd been handing it over - in case of emergencies, really, he had Luke and Penelope’s spare keys as well because they lived alone, it'd be safer. 

You sat up in your bed and waited for him to come in, scoffing when he knocked on your bedroom door.

“Was there a point to that, Spencer?” You asked, calling him in. 

He looked dishevelled, slightly worse for ware, but god did he look good. He wore a new shirt, a bullet hole ripped in the last one, sleeves pushed up to his elbows. The top buttons were undone, and he discarded his jacket on your chair before stepping closer. 

“Y/N…” his voice was so tired you almost forgot how angry you were. Almost. 

“No. Don't come to me like that after you pulled that stupid shit today, Spencer.” 

“He was going to shoot you-” 

“He was going to miss. You're taller than me. And if I'd stayed where I was, I would have fired off a round before he could even get one shot in. But you pushed me out of the way and almost got yourself killed instead.”

He stood with his hands on his hips in front of the bed, a scowl on his face as he struggled with words to find next. 

“I won't apologize for saving your life.”

“No, you won't because you didn't save my life. You almost ended yours.”

“Y/N-” 

You knelt on the bed now and grabbed his shoulders, pushing him to his knees. 

“No. I'm done listening, and you're done talking. If you're not going to stop walking into near death experiences, you don't get to walk in here and fuck me.”

He sank to his knees easily, his eyes wide as you sat up on the bed in front of him. You thought of leaving him there the entire night, of kicking him out into the living room to sleep on the couch. If you hadn't been through so much that day, you'd just send him home. 

But sat there on his knees, you saw a flash of desire in his eyes, big and round and needy. 

His gaze flicked to your core, and you suddenly entertained different ways to punish him, to train him out of destructive behaviour. 

“Handcuffs,” you said, holding out your hands for them. He passed them up, and you left the bed, restraining his hands behind his back quickly and grabbing two items from your draws. 

You moved to the bed and knelt again as he looked at you with dark eyes, suddenly aware of what was happening to him. 

“Y/N-” 

“I didn't say you could speak,” you said as you quickly peeled off your nightdress, leaving yourself bare on the bed. 

Usually, you'd feel embarrassed being naked. Even when he undressed you, you felt the urge to cover your tits, to squeeze your legs shut so he couldn't see all of you, to let him pry your hands away, to coax your legs apart. 

Now, you sat confidently, spine straightening as you looked down at him. 

His eyes took in your body, and he winced as if pained when you touched yourself, knowing that usually he alone had that honour. 

“Y/N…”

“One more time, and you won't return to this bed for days. Do you understand?”

Learning, he nodded and sat up again to watch your fingers play with your nipples, twisting them either way as you moaned and sighed above him.

His breathing hitched as you let your hands trail lower and lower until they reached your cunt. You didn't touch yourself yet though. 

“Open,” You said, leaning forward and tapping his chin. He complied, opening his mouth and you shoved two fingers inside.

“Get them nice and wet for me.” 

He licked and sucked your fingers for two minutes, never breaking eye contact as his spit rolled down your hand. 

“Good boy,” you said, pulling them away as you began to touch yourself. Sitting back on your ass, you rubbed your clit, rubbing his spit into your sensitive button, letting him know how good it felt, how close you were to cumming with his spit on your cunt. You plunged one finger in and then another as you watched him bite his tongue, careful not to let even a small sound slip out. 

You didn't even have to glance down to know he was hard. It was in the set of his shoulders, the rapid breaths he took. It was the way he sat back on his heels, rocking back and forth to feel some goddamn friction. 

You couldn't have that. 

You placed your foot on his uninjured shoulder and tried to hold him in place. 

“Don't fucking move,” you said, slipping a second finger inside yourself ad you picked up the pace. Your hips bucked ad you watched him watch your cunt, paying attention to every twitch you made, every moan, breath, gasp, and shudder. 

“I'm gonna cum, fuck, I'm gonna- shit! Shit-” 

You came with a spurt, squirting your cum across his face as he leaned closer, desperate to taste you. You grabbed his hair and forced him backwards though, grabbing the two toys beside you as you dropped down to the floor. 

“You're not touching my cunt today, Spencer, not even for a taste. You're not touching anything today.”

You pulled his cock free from his pants and spat on it, not bothering to touch it properly before pushing the cock ring onto him and pressing the on button. 

In a minute he was a moaning mess and you smiled at the painful pleasure disrupting his features. 

“Eyes open, Spencer, you have to keep watching.” 

You kept your eyes locked with his, his mouth open wide in a silent moan as he tried not to cum, desperate to hold out for you as long as he could. 

You climbed back onto your bed and spread your legs again, this time accompanied by a translucent plastic cock. You teased your hole for a few seconds, grabbing Spencer's attention before pushing it in. 

His eyes were stormy as he watched you fuck yourself with your old companion. You hadn't used it in a while, basically since you'd started fucking Spencer. He had rules, and one of them was that you couldn't use the dildo without his permission. He'd never given permission.

The look on his face now was worth whatever punishment he'd had out in the future, a mixture of anger and pathetic arousal, his eyes never leaving your cunt even as his own dick started spurting.

He came quickly, splashing up his shirt, ruining his pants. 

You left him there like that, though, even as he winced from the overstimulation. 

He didn't make a sound still, even as his dick got hard again almost immediately after deflating the first time.

“Look at what a mess you made. You're such a little pervert that you just came all over your shirt and pants. I hope you bought a spare, Spencer.” 

His fight was gone as he looked at you again, only lust left as he panted and writhed beneath you. 

You kept riding the dildo, burying It between pillows so you could ride it easier without needing to hold it. 

He watched transfixed as his cock twitched again, vibrating still right on his balls. 

“Tell me how good it feels, Spencer.’

“Hurts… Y/N, so good…. it hurts.”

You smiled down at him and kept asking him questions, knowing he'd never be able to stay quiet now. 

“Do you want to cum again?” 

“Fuck…yes, please, Y/N, please.”

“Do you want to cum all over yourself one more time?”

“N-No… messy, want to cum…in you.”

“What a shame, Spencer, but that isn't allowed. I won't let you cum in me if you're going to try to take a bullet in the field.”

“Y/N… p-please,” he whined, and you heard his voice break, hips thrusting up into the air now as he watched you. 

“No. You're going to cum on yourself until you promise not to do it again.”

He shook his head, closing his eyes as he tried to resist cumming for a second time, so out of control. “Please-” 

“You can do it. Promise me.” 

“Y/N, p-please let me cum” he moaned again, his hands pulling at the restraints so he could get this infernal cock ring off of him and bury himself inside of you. 

But it was too late, and his second orgssm stretched out longer than the one before. 

You'd leaned in so close you'd caught a drop of cum on your face, but most of it pooled on him instead. He collapses backwards, his cum coating his stomach and chest, his shirt going translucent in places as the ring kept buzzing. 

His moans were loud now, and immediately, he knew it was too much to wish for round three. 

“I promise! Y/N, I promise, please fuck, I promise.”

You quickly fell to the floor, turning off the cock ring and slipping it off as you kissed him tenderly, thanking him and praising him for doing such a good job for you. 

You rolled him onto his side and removed the handcuffs, immediately pulling them into your lap and massaging them, feeling a bit guilty about the red marks. 

“Spencer?” You asked after a few moments when he seemed to have regained his breath and his senses. 

“Mmm?” 

“We should get you in bed. You need to rest.” 

He nodded and weakly sat himself up, falling into bed beside you. He threw the dildo across the room and nuzzled himself into you, head buried between your breasts. 

You pulled away and came back with a wash cloth, stripping his shirt and pants and cleaning the cum off him as best you could so he could sleep comfortably. 

“I prefer when you do that with your mouth, you know?” He joked, and you playfully hit his leg. He couldn't still be thinking about sex after that. 

But he was. As careful as you were to not overstimulate him again, his cock still rose again, and he pushed your hands away, pulling you up to him. 

“I came twice, but you only did it once,” he whispered between kisses. 

“It seems like we need to get even.”

With that, you knew that your turn being in charge was over, and he was the leader now.

"But only if you beg for it," you smirked, looking up at him, but he easily flipped you over, pushing you up so you were kneeling on the sheets above him again, him undernesth you. 

You happily followed him as he pulled your dripping core over his mouth, and he pulled you in for one last taste, begging you for forgiveness with his tongue again and again.

[martian-astro]

Atmakaraka series - Part 1

Atmakaraka is the planet with the highest degree in the birth chart.

Short note : atmakaraka can give good or bad results depending on the strength of the atmakaraka planet.

Atmakaraka in 1st house:-

In this life the person needs to take care of themselves and focus on their own development.

Sun atmakaraka in 1st house- I like this one the most, I have only met 1 person with this placement, and she's so charming. I feel like people just see them as a leader. Sun is in one of the best positions here and people who have this placement definitely have a high self-confidence unless the sun is aspected by a malefic planet. It's also very easy for these people to focus on themselves. (now that I think about it, I really don't remember any celebrity having this placement, or maybe I've just forgotten, I'll have to check again, and then make a separate post about it because people who have it just have this "I know I'm the best" kind of vibe, you know???)

Moon atmakaraka in 1st house - I have noticed that people who have this are very sensitive, they try to hide their feelings but they are unable to do so. You know when you ask someone if they are okay and then they start crying and say "Nope, I'm okay, everything's fine" and you can SEE that they're not fine, that situation reminds me of this placement. People with this should definitely meditate, and Journaling can help too, and share your feelings with your friends or family. You guys need to learn how to control your emotions and deal with them in a healthy way. (also, not to generalise but be careful when dating a guy who has moon atmakaraka in 1st conjunct Mars because one of my friend was dating a guy with it and let's just say he was.... Aggressive)

Mercury Atmakaraka in 1st house - yooo, I'm so jealous of people with this, you know those people who start studying 1 day before an exam and still manage to score 90+, yup its them. I know a person with this placement who always has such "controversial" opinions but when you listen to why he thinks that, they make so much sense, he doesn't say things just to piss people off, he actually does his research and UNDERSTANDS an issue before talking about it. If afflicted, they can be scared to express their opinions because they know that it goes against the majority. I wouldn't say just express your opinions because I know how the world is but rather make friends who have the same opinion as you and talk to them. (it's okay if you hate Colleen Hoover, I'm with you)

Venus atmakaraka in 1st house - I know 3 people with this placement and their fashion sense is just WOW, not just fashion sense but design sense in general. So I know a girl with this placement, and she lives in a super tiny studio apartment but when you enter, it feels like the house is HUGE, because of the way she has designed it, placed the furniture and the colors that she has used. I also see a lot of people saying that people with this are extroverted and love the company of others but I don't think it's true for everyone. The studio apartment girl is super shy, she doesn't like going to parties or interacting with other people, she mostly keeps to herself. If afflicted, these people can have low self esteem and they can wear baggy clothes because they don't feel confident enough to wear the clothes that they really WANT to wear.

Mars atmakaraka in 1st house - so I know a person with this placement (that person is me), who loves playing sports, people who have it can be very athletic and be interested in activities like hiking and trekking, I also know another person who has this placement and she HATES working out, but she also has a very hard time controlling her anger, because there's no outlet, so when she's angry she just starts yelling and hitting people or just starts crying in the middle of nowhere, I used to be like this, but it got better once I started doing muay Thai and fencing, it's because all of my anger was being used in that. They can also feel their blood boiling when reading about social issues and it can make them really angry to read about things that they don't agree with, and listen to people who don't agree with them(like if someone tells me feminism is not needed anymore, I'm resorting to violence because WHAT THE FUCK??)

Jupiter atmakaraka in 1st house - these people are the definition of "mom friend", they are really good at giving advice and they are good at teaching as well, I have noticed. I have a friend who has this placement and she would teach me maths 1 week before the exam because our teachers were shit, and I would always score well because of how nicely she would teach me the concepts. She also convinced her mother to divorce her husband, and she was literally like "If you take this decision, I'll be with you, we'll figure something out don't worry. But if you don't leave him, then I'll leave and you can suffer alone", 💀, this may seem harsh but her mom needed to hear that. They can also unfortunately become the victims of parentification.

Saturn atmakaraka in 1st house - (everyone who has Saturn atmakaraka deserves a hug). They can be very pessimistic and can give up on things very easily, they can feel like no matter how hard they work they never get good results. I know a person with this, who would study SO hard, like stay in the library for HOURS only to get very low marks. I know that Mars is considered a malefic planet but in this case, if your Saturn is in conjunction with Mars then your situation becomes so much better, like no matter how many times you fail, YOU WILL NOT GIVE UP, and then, in the end, Saturn will give the best result because Saturn wants you to never give up, it wants you to fall and fall again but still complete the race and Mars, in this case, becomes the hand that helps you get up when you fall.

(all pictures are taken from Pinterest, this is not my art)

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[thatdammchickennugget]

Sweet Escape

pairing -fred weasley x gn!reader

summary - when a disappointing date turns sour, a chance encounter with Fred offers a sweet escape

warnings - sucky date, fluff

wordcount - 1.9k

You stepped into the cozy warmth of Bludger Bites Café, the scent of freshly brewed coffee and warm pastries enveloping you. Hogsmeade was bustling with activity, but tonight, your focus was solely on the date you had eagerly anticipated.

A smile spread across your face as you spotted him, sitting at a corner table.

His name was Marcus, the two of you had been sharing the same charms class this term and a couple days ago, he had surprised you by asking you out.

He looked up as you approached, a charming grin on his face that momentarily eased your nerves.  “Hey,” he said, gesturing to the empty chair before returning his attention to whatever he was writing in his notebook. The paper was covered with messy notes, looking suspiciously like arithmancy homework.

As you settled into the chair across from him, you couldn't help but notice the intense concentration etched on his face as he continued scribbling. You cleared your throat softly, hoping to catch his attention. "What are you working on there?"

Marcus glanced up briefly, a hint of a smirk playing on his lips before his focus returned to the page. "It's for our arithmancy project," he replied, his voice tinged with pride. "Professor Vector assigned a pretty challenging problem only to the best in the class, and I'm trying to crack it before the deadline."

You nodded, feeling a little awkward just sitting here as he did his schoolwork. "If you want to rain check and do this another time, that's fine by the way. I understand that homework is more important."

He shrugged, "No, don't worry about it."

You tried to fight the frown from taking over your face as he went back to his notes, not even looking up at you. Thankfully, in that moment something else caught your focus as Fred Weasley, with his fiery red hair and mischievous grin, emerged from behind the counter to take your order. You knew Fred worked here on the weekends sometimes, the possibility of seeing your friend here to maybe help take the edge off of your nerves having been one of the reasons you suggested coming here.

"Welcome to Bludger Bites Café! What can I get for you two lovebirds tonight?" Fred quipped, stopping at your table, his eyes twinkling and a lazy smile stretched over his face.

"I'll have a butterbeer, please," Marcus replied, flashing a cocky grin in your direction. “And we’ll need another minute before ordering food.”

"And for you?" Fred turned his attention to you, his smile genuine and inviting.

"Just a hot chocolate, please," you replied, returning his smile gratefully.

"Coming right up! One butterbeer and a hot chocolate," Fred winked, before disappearing behind the counter again.

As Fred went to prepare your drinks, Marcus finally set his homework aside and turned his attention to you. You felt a glimmer of excitement, hoping for a chance to connect beyond the surface level.

"So, how's your week been?" Marcus asked, his tone casual but his eyes still flickering with remnants of his previous intense focus.

"It's been good. Yesterday I finally managed to brew Draught of Everlasting Ember without it exploding in my-" you began, eager to share a funny story from class this week, but Marcus was already speaking again, cutting you off.

"I aced that Transfiguration quiz we had on Tuesday," Marcus boasted, his voice filled with pride. "Professor McGonagall was impressed with my performance, as usual. She even mentioned the possibility of recommending me for an advanced study program next year."

“Oh, that’s amazing-” you tried to say, but Marcus raised his hand to silence you, his attention solely on himself.

"But enough about me," Marcus continued, barely acknowledging your attempt to speak. "Tell me, have you managed to keep up with the reading for Professor Flitwick's class? I know some people struggle with the charms theory, but I find it rather easy."

You felt a surge of frustration bubbling up inside you, the desire to be heard and valued overshadowed by Marcus' relentless self-absorption. But you bit your tongue, as you kept listening to him list his accomplishments of past month

Just as you were beginning to feel disheartened, Fred returned with your drinks, his presence a welcome distraction from Marcus' egoistical ramblings.

"Here you go, one butterbeer and a hot chocolate," Fred announced cheerfully, setting the drinks down on the table.

"Thanks, Fred," you told the redhead and offered him a small smile, Marcus barely sparing him a glance as he took a sip from his drink. 

"So, have you decided what you want to eat?" Fred asked the both of you, collecting your menus.

Before you could answer, Marcus was talking again. “I’ll have the Gryffindor Grinder Sub and I’ll take a side of Quaffle Fries with that. She will have the Falmouth Falcons Salad,” he listed off, crossing his arms across his chest as he leaned back in his chair.

You exchanged a helpless glance with Fred before you could stop yourself. “Is that right?” Fred turned the question to you, eyes narrowing slightly to gauge your reaction to your date speaking for you.

"Sure, that sounds good," you said quietly, resigned to going along with his choices.

Fred nodded understandingly before darting back to the counter to place your order, leaving you alone once again with Marcus and his one-sided conversation.

As you sat there, listening to Marcus drone on, you couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment. This wasn't the evening you had envisioned, and Marcus' self-centeredness only served to highlight the stark contrast between him and the charming redhead.

As you sat there, Marcus continued to prattle on about his accomplishments, barely giving you a chance to insert even a word edgewise. You found yourself growing increasingly frustrated, waiting for the evening to finally be over. You caught yourself wondering why you had even agreed to the date in the first place.

Just then, Fred returned with your food, his cheerful demeanor providing a welcome reprieve from Marcus' monologue.

"Here you go, one Gryffindor Grinder and a Falmouth Falcons Salad," Fred said, setting the plates down with a flourish.

"Yeah, thanks," Marcus muttered dismissively, already digging into his food without so much as a glance in Fred's direction.

As Fred turned to leave, he caught snippets of Marcus' conversation, his brow furrowing in concern as he overheard the condescending tone in Marcus' voice.

"…I mean, obviously, some people just don't have the same level of intellect as others," Marcus was saying, his gaze flicking dismissively towards you. “Didn’t McGonagall suggest you find a tutor last term? Yeah, I wouldn’t expect you to understand what I’m talking about.”

Fred couldn't help but feel a surge of indignation on your behalf. With a mischievous glint in his eye, he decided to intervene, determined to lift your spirits and knock your date down a peg or two.

"Ah, mate," Fred chimed in, his tone dripping with mock sincerity as he sauntered back over to your table. "You know, I've always admired your confidence. It takes a special kind of courage to be so boldly oblivious to everyone around you."

Marcus' expression soured at the unexpected jab, but you couldn't help but stifle a giggle at Fred's audacity.

"Excuse me?" Marcus bristled, his tone tinged with annoyance.

Fred shrugged nonchalantly, his grin widening as he leaned in closer. "Just saying, it's impressive how you manage to make arrogance look so effortless. It's almost an art form, really."

You couldn't help but admire Fred's ability to turn the tables on Marcus, his playful banter injecting a much-needed dose of levity into the tense atmosphere.

Marcus opened his mouth to retort, but Fred's comments seemed to catch him off guard, leaving him momentarily speechless.

With a satisfied smirk, Fred sent you a quick wink before turning back to your date. "Well, enjoy your meal. Don't let the Quaffle Fries get cold. And remember, humility is a virtue, not just a word in the dictionary."

As Fred sauntered away, leaving Marcus spluttering in indignation, you couldn't help but feel a surge of gratitude towards your witty friend. With a subtle nod of appreciation, you thanked him silently for his intervention, knowing that it had lifted your spirits more than you could express.

As you sat there, Marcus continued his tirade, complaining about Fred's audacity and arrogance. But you found yourself tuning him out, your thoughts drifting to the moments that had endeared Fred to you in the first place.

You remembered the countless times he had made you laugh with his witty remarks and mischievous pranks. You recalled the way he always seemed to brighten your day with his infectious enthusiasm and genuine kindness.

And as Marcus' complaints faded into the background, you couldn't help but feel a sense of clarity wash over you. Perhaps this disappointing date had served a purpose after all, helping you to see the stark contrast between Marcus' self-centeredness and Fred's genuine charm.

Eventually, you excused yourself to go to the restroom, needing a moment alone to collect your thoughts. When you returned to the table, Marcus was gone, leaving behind a free dessert with a little note from Fred.

‘Sorry about the interruption. Enjoy the sweet escape. - Fred’

A smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you read the note, a warmth spreading through your chest at Fred's thoughtful gesture. Quickly finishing up your meal, you made your way outside to wait for Fred to finish his shift.

When Fred finally emerged from the café, he seemed surprised to see you waiting for him. "Hey there," he greeted you with a warm smile. "Didn't expect to see you still here."

You returned his smile, feeling a sense of comfort wash over you in his presence. "I wanted to thank you again for earlier," you said, gratitude evident in your voice.

Fred waved off your thanks with a casual shrug. "Ah, no problem at all. Just doing my job, you know."

But you could see the genuine concern in his eyes, and you knew his kindness went beyond mere obligation.

"I appreciate it nonetheless," you insisted, your heart swelling with fondness for your friend.

As you walked together towards the castle, you found yourself opening up to Fred about the disappointing evening with Marcus. You admitted that you had been so excited about finally going on your first date that you hadn't stopped to consider who it was with.

Fred listened attentively, his expression sympathetic as you recounted your experience. "Well, the bloke was a right git," he remarked with a shake of his head.

You couldn't help but laugh at Fred's choice of words. "Yeah, he wasn't exactly what I was hoping for," you admitted with a rueful smile.

Fred paused for a moment, his gaze searching yours. "Well, you deserve so much better than that," he said earnestly. "Someone who actually listens to you and treats you with the respect you deserve."

"Thank you, Fred," you said softly, feeling a lump form in your throat.

Fred flashed you a grin, his eyes sparkling the same way they did after a successful prank. "Hey, how about we make up for that disaster of a date with a proper one? Just you and me, no interruptions or egotistical wankers."

A surge of excitement bubbled up inside you at the prospect of spending more time with him and you quickly nodded, cursing yourself for not being able to look more casual about this. "I'd like that," you replied, a smile spreading across your face.

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take my hand, i'll fly you to the stars - a superbat oneshot

Clark Kent, Daily Planet reporter, doesn't know that Bruce Wayne is Batman. Bruce Wayne, Gotham's billionaire, doesn't know that Clark Kent is Superman. So when Superman confesses he kissed Bruce Wayne in front of Batman one day, there's only one reason as to why he began acting weird with him. Batman's homophobic. or: two idiots in love that don't know how to communicate and instead make their own assumptions.

Read it also on AO3

I know I should be writing for 'Flowerbeds' but I got a bit of writer's block and I had this idea in my head for a while so I began writing a bit to get inspiration for the fic, but I got too much inspiration for this fic and so I wrote it all. Sorry.

English is not my first language.

Being a reporter comes with a lot of benefits; you are privy to information before anyone else. You uncover truths, bring down empires. You’re the voice of the people, helping to be heard those whose voice is underwater.

You fall in love.

Alright, well, maybe that last one is not exactly tied up with the job, but for Clark Kent, Daily Planet reporter, it sure felt like it. Being born out in space and raised in a Kansas farm, the possibilities of being invited to a Wayne Charity Gala were none had it not been because of his profession, although ‘invited’ might be a bit of a stretch, more like Cat Grant had gotten sick and no one else wanted to come, not even Clark, at first.

Point is, he’s here now. His tall, broad figure easily ignore by the one percent who could perceive he didn’t belong; they could sense his suit was off the rack, his glasses from the dollar store, his watch older than most people here, a gift from his Pa when he turned eighteen, a Kent heirloom that’d been passed down every generation from father to son, something he’d probably do one day.

So no, he didn’t belong here. Nevertheless, that didn’t matter, he was here to do a job, and he hoped ‘Clark Kent, clumsy Daily Planet reporter’ would strike pity in the guests to grant him and interview.

“Mr. Paul!” Clark mumbled, his pen ‘accidentally’ falling from his hands and clattering to the polished marble floor, the stifled chuckles heard with clarity thanks to his super hearing. “Do you have anything to say about the recent allegations regarding your company’s involvement in money laundering?”

Clark was a good man, he cared about the safety of the lives of beings walking on earth, be it human or animal, but he still allowed himself from time to time to see pleasure on seeing how guilty people changed their faces when confronted about their criminal activities. The mighty, haughty smile on Mr. Paul’s face fell, a sour look replacing it.

“There’s not much I can say that hasn’t been reported on the news. We discovered the person behind it all and we have left the police to handle the matter.” Generic, memorized answer that Clark was sure his PR team had advised him to learn by rote. One explanation that in reality it meant ‘I was behind it all and I already paid the right people to not do anything about it.’

“And what about the rumors it was your people doing so to avoid bankruptcy?” Had he added more force, Mr. Paul’s wine glass flute would shatter.

“It’s just that, rumors.” Mr. Paul said acerbically. “Such a brilliant mind as yours should know better than to believe what the common mouth spews. A shame, Mr. Kent, that quite an outstanding reporter as yourself has been reduced to writing gossip columns.”

“Well, that’s why I’m coming to the source. To stop the gossips.” Clark had another question ready for the man when he conveniently received a call on his phone, raising a finger to stop his next words.

“One moment, please.”

Clark was no idiot and knew that meant ‘don’t bother me anymore’ while he saw the man walk away, his hearing revealing the man was, in fact, talking to no one.

It was fine, Clark had already learnt a thing or two more about him by other attendants with a loose tongue due to the alcohol making them more talkative than usual.

He checked his watch for the umpteenth time that night; he desperately wanted to leave, and it’d only been two hours since the gala started and the main person of the night had yet to make an appearance, the only reason he still couldn’t leave, as Perry had asked him to get at least one quote from him.

Bruce Wayne, the man every reporter just could not get a serious single answer out of him, unless you were asking about his children or ‘The Gray Ghost’.

Bruce Wayne, the Prince of Gotham, labeled as the hottest man in the world by several magazines for several years now.

Clark knew about Bruce. Everyone did. However, he hadn’t had the opportunity to meet the man, no actual reason to do so, but he’d done his research; orphaned at eight, ‘disappeared’ at sixteen, came back at twenty-three, more children than braincells, according to some people.

Single. Hot.

Yes, Clark had eyes, and he recognized the man was nice to see, staying up late at night re-watching all his interviews ever given despite not having something more to learn about his businesses or recent charities work.  

Unintentionally, he did discover something else.

Bruce ‘Brucie’ Wayne was a liar.

He wasn’t as stupid as he pretended to be. Every single word that left those plump, pinkishlips was idiotic on purpose, to keep up a façade of a bimbo idiot for some reason. Business advantage, maybe?

And no, it wasn’t his slight, minimum, non-existent ‘crush’ as Lois had worded it, nor ‘all the hits to his head Bruce had gotten in all his accidents leaving him dumber every time’ theory Jimmy had concluded. No, it wasn’t anything like that.

There was a clear difference between his first interviews, his more recent ones, and all the undercover videos people had uploaded of him on social media, where he showed quite a different personality when he was with his children.

He used to be shy, withdrawn, a lot of vague answers but on point. Now he always finds a way to get into the interviewer nerves, to be obnoxious. And with his kids? Totally different. Sweet, calm. There was a recent video of him discussing with Timothy Drake about if time travel was possible, all his answers those that belonged to a scientist.

Bruce Wayne, the man who had barely stepped one foot in the ballroom and was already swarmed by potential opportunists—err, shareholders, businessmen, reporters, gorgeous, single men and women and mothers with single children that would do anything to get their daughters married off to the richest man in Gotham and, in turn, become part of that position.

All lovely people, Clark was sure.

Brucie didn’t seem to mind, though. At least, not externally. While on the outside he was all smiles, handshakes, and flirtatious jokes, his heart, Clark could hear, was beating rapidly, the tiniest crease on his temple and the way his eyes were searching for a way out.

Another point to his theory.

Clark desperately wanted to go back to his hotel room, the only good thing about this whole event. (He could totally get back home in less than a minute, but he wasn’t going to pass up on the opportunity of being pampered) but in lieu of making a beeline to where Mr. Wayne was currently being held by the arm by a beautiful blonde woman attempting to seduce him, Clarke opted to take another walk around the perimeter of the gala, keeping himself out of view.

If he wanted to get a good interview, or at least a quote, with Gotham’s most eligible bachelor, he needed to wait, not corner him like a wild animal.

Clark liked to wander and mostly hover around the food table in these kinds of events, making a bee line to the hors d'oeuvre, without fail trying to find the baked brie, glad that the staff had re-stocked them.

“I recommend the stuffed mushrooms, they’re my favourite.” Clark jumped a bit in his place, how had he managed to sneak up on him?

Clark had his breath taken away, the man was even more beautiful up close and in real life that all the pictures he’d seen of him.

“Mr. Wayne! It’s, uh—pleasure to meet you!”

“Bruce, please. Mr. Wayne was my father.”

“Bruce, then.” Clark smiled widely, enthusiastically shaking his hand until he heard a groan from the billionaire. “I—I’m so sorry, I—”

“Quite a strong hand for a reporter.”

“I… Exercise.”

“I noted.” Bruce’s gaze travelled over his body, and this time, Clark wasn’t pretending to be clumsy, he was flustered and anxious. “Now, usually I prefer to be left alone, but why is it that a Pulitzer winning journalist would prefer to hover over the food table rather than trying to interview me? Am I that uninteresting?”

“I was just— you know about me?”

“Of course, I read all about your piece on ecological alternatives to reduce carbon emissions, been a fan ever since. In fact, I implemented quite a few of your ideas on my companies.”

That was written years ago. Had he been noticed by the Bruce Wayne for that long?

“Thank you, Mr—Bruce. It’s good to know someone like yourself cares about the environment. If you let me, do you have something else to comment on the topic?”

“Well, my parents always taught me to give back to the world that helped us be where we are now. Be it the people or mother nature, and without her, we’re nothing. So, I urge people, but most importantly my most fortunate peers, to research on how we can help heal our world.”

Nothing at all like the clueless man seen on TV.

“And the charity, it’s being held due to your youngest son, right?”

“Yes! Damian is such an animal lover. He brought to my attention that there are not a lot of animal sanctuaries in Gotham and those few don’t have the support they need. So, we’re raising money and awareness to help them rebuild their buildings, to give those precious dogs and cats a proper place to live while they’re waiting to be adopted. And as well, to encourage people to adopt and not to buy. He also volunteers every weekend in one of them. Of course, he couldn’t be here today, as it’s a school night.”

Bruce’s face changed completely when asked about Damian, his eyes shone with pure love and pride, a real smile on his lips, not the kind where it seemed as it physically pained him to smile when talking to others.  

“You never answered my question, though.”

“Excuse me?”

“Why didn’t you want to interview me?”

“Oh!” How could one man hold so much power? To look at him with those blueish-grey eyes and turn him into putty? “I didn’t—I mean, I wanted to wait for the right moment. With all those people…”

“Well…” Bruce got close to him, taking a hold of his red tie and pulling him closer. “You got it. Now, why don’t we go somewhere quiet and finish this interview?”

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Life had gone back to normalcy —or as normal as it could be for an alien on Earth. But at last, he’d gone back to Metropolis.

He’d all but fucked up his chance to sleep with the most handsome man, though.

They’d gone back to Clark’s hotel room, as it was just two blocks away from the building where the gala was held. He felt as giddy as a teenage boy getting his first kiss, hands sweating and looking into every reflection he could to check he was presentable.

Bruce didn’t wait a second until they closed the door to start kissing him, touching him everywhere. Clark had held his face between his hands, feeling the strong, but soft skin under his fingers, the small nips and cuts that littered his face.

It wasn’t until Bruce had unlatched his belt and had almost pulled Clark’s pants down that he asked him to stop, anxiety pooling in the pit of his stomach and hands cold.

“Is everything alright?”

Clark nodded, looking everywhere but him. “Yeah, yes. I just… I don’t know how I’m feeling with being just a one-night stand.”

Bruce stood quiet, still halfway getting down on his knees and Clark’s zipper on his hands.

“I understand.” He stood up, looking up to meet Clark’s eyes, placing a quick, soft kiss on his lips. “Unfortunately, I can’t assure you this could become a regular thing. I’m sorry.” He fixed his opened shirt before leaving. “I’m… Well, if you ever need an interview, or help with anything, I won’t say no to you.”

And with that, he left.

And now Clark was chiding himself for letting him go.

Hero life had also taken an extremely rare break, with little to no serious attacks, only an attempted robbery here and there.

“In more recent news, Gotham’s billionaire, Bruce Wayne, was held for ransom two nights ago.” The T.V droned out, catching Clark’s attention from the game of Scrabble he was playing with Flash. Like all nights for the past weeks, the night watch at the Watchtower had been long and dull. Don’t get him wrong, he was glad there wasn’t truly a need for them, but they still had to stay the whole night just in case. “When questioned after his rescue, the man had this to say:”

“Oh, this was real? I really thought they were pretty bad strippers.” The image on screen showed a dirty, bloodied Bruce. A lip split open, with messy hair and shirt halfway unbuttoned, his tie loose. “So that’s why they taped me up after ten minutes. I guess it wasn’t a kink thing.” That explained the reddened area around his mouth.

A very tired and embarrassed man in a chauffeur outfit asked to have no more questions, helping Bruce get in the back of a limousine.

Was it simply a game for him to appear so dense in front of the cameras?

In front of him, Flash chuckled. “Can you believe someone like him owns half of a city?”

“He’s not that bad.” Clark said, arranging the letters on his tile rack to see if he could form a word with his remaining letters. “He’s a nice guy.”

A truly nice guy that didn’t pushed Clark when he told him he didn’t want to be used for pleasure.

On the computer behind him, the click-clack of the keyboard stopped momentarily. Taking advantage of the slow, calm nights, Batman had thought it best to update the Watchtower’s security system, bringing along with him Robin, the one you would rarely see without an energy drink. Apparently, the kid was a real prodigy with computers, maybe even more so than Batman.

“Wait, so you know him?” Flash asked, hand halfway through placing a tile on the board.

“I’ve… Met him. Once. He, uh…”

“Oh, Sups, there’s a child present!” Flash chuckled, looking at where Robin was sitting. “Our Sups has a crush! It’s his pretty face, isn’t it? Can’t be his brains.”

Next to the computer, Batman put down his coffee mug with more force than necessary, his super hearing catching on a low, muffled chuckle from Robin.

“I… No.” He sighed, placing I and R on the board to spell ‘Liar’. “It doesn’t matter, does it? Guy’s already being kidnapped every other day; he wouldn’t be able to leave his house for the rest of his life if somehow word spreads that he’s dating Superman.”

Flash nodded, playing the word ‘soul’. He was unusually quiet for the guy who always had something to say, especially if it came to the love lives of everyone in the League. “Cape life’s not easy, is it?”

His sombre demeanour made Clark feel he wasn’t talking specifically about his situation.

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Bruce knew, knew chaos was bubbling in his son’s mind, sure to ensure as soon as they got home. Tim had been suspiciously quiet all the way home from the zeta tube location to the Batcave, a leg going up and down repeatedly, and he knew it wasn’t from the energy drinks he so desperately wanted him to give up drinking.

“Don’t say anything.” He grumbled as they entered the cave, the dark tunnel giving way to the lights from the cave.

“Say what about what?” He turned to give him the bat-glare as Dick had once so eloquently named it, but his only response was a meek smile, hand reaching for the door’s handle, waiting for Bruce to unlock it.

He couldn’t really hold him here the rest of his life, could he?

With a sigh, he unlocked the door, and Tim hurried out of the car and up the stairs leading to the manor, not caring about Alfred’s ‘no capes inside the house’ rule. “DICK, YOU WON’T BELIEVE THIS.” Was all he heard before the clock closed.

There goes Bruce’s peace.

Making use of the few remaining moments of tranquillity, he sat on the batcomputer, his cowl removed and hanging behind him.

So, Superman had interacted with him in his civilian identity. Both of them.

Problem is, when? How? Everyone had agreed that they would reveal their identities when they were ready, and Bruce had agreed not to investigate them, as they knew he so easily could. And he’d kept his promise.

Kind of.

He knew it would be a total break of their trust in him, but he also knew this kind of information could be necessary in the, hopefully not probable, case any of them ever went rogue.

Thus, he’d written a code, with Tim’s help, to analyse every bit of information online and compile possible candidates on who was who. Information heavily encrypted and hidden.

Surely this is something he’s allowed to do? It involves him, after all.

Opening the file for Superman, he scrolled past the names of people that were a likely fit for Superman’s physique and related events. There were quite a few, but the stats always showed a probability below sixty percent, besides, those were names he didn’t recognize ever talking to. All except one.

Clark Kent.

His file had a ninety-eight percentage of being Superman.

He was adopted by a couple in Smallville, Kansas, moving to Metropolis… Right around the time Superman was seen for the first time in the city, not to mention there had been strange sightings and unexplainable situations both in Smallville and around him in general before that.

When Bruce inspected more on his adoption, he was met with an unsuccessful result, as there hadn’t been any records of him before the Kents adopted him, as if he didn’t exist for the first few months of his live.

And the adoption agency had only handled one adoption before going ‘bankrupt’ just weeks after opening. His.

God.

He almost slept with Superman.

The man he has been dreaming with ever since he met him.

When the echoes of hurried steps reached his ears, he closed the file, heart beating frantically with this new information, yet he had a stoic face. His oldest son rushing to his side, with Tim behind him. “Superman what?”

“Irrelevant.” Bruce said as he stood up, taking off his gauntlets.

“B, you have to date him, can you imagine how cool it would be to have Superman as your dad?”

“What about Batman being yours?”

“No offense, B.” Tim’s voice reached his ears. “But you’re just a regular guy with enough money to buy this.” He gestured with his thumb to the screen behind him, leaning on the desk of the computer.

“Yeah! And Superman is Superman!”

“Hng.”

“Oh, you know we love you.” Dick said, hugging him and not letting him move, something that made his senses spike when he heard Tim on the computer. “But you’re our favourite after Superman.”

“And Wonder Woman.” Jason’s voice was rarely heard these days in the cave, surprising both Bruce and Dick.

“And Wonder Woman.” Dick nodded, his chin resting on Bruce’s shoulder.

“So why are we dissing Bruce?”

“Superman has a crush on Brucie.” Tim replied, fingers still pressing the keys on the keyboard, Jason’s laugh resonated through the whole cave, only once cutting when they heard a grasp from Tim. “The reporter?”

They all turned to see what he just discovered, Clark’s file on display for them, the picture of him with a cute smile taking a quarter of the screen, the blinking ‘98% MATCH’ going off and on.

Shit.

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“KENT!” Perry’s shout shook the building, and years of working for the man had taught him it was a terrible idea to have the man call out for you a second time, rushing to his office and closing the door behind him, standing in front of his desk. “Pack your bags, you’re going to Gotham, again.”

“What for? I can’t, Perry, I’m still working on my investigative piece—”

“You can do it later. You’re going to another Wayne Gala; the man loves to throw his goddamn parties…”

“And why can’t Cat do it?”

“Wayne asked specifically for you. And the man owns the newspaper, so we can’t exactly say no to him.”

He… Had? Had he been thinking of their past encounter? Why would he ask for him specifically?

No, maybe it was because Clark was focused on his job and wrote worth-reading  articles, as the official account of the Wayne family had shared his reportage of the past gala on their social media.

Surely, it was simply that.

He was once again waiting for the horde of guests to stop hogging Bruce’s attention before trying to interview him. He didn’t worry, he had promised he would give him an interview if he asked.

But the bewildered and flustered look Bruce gave him when he noticed him didn’t make him feel all that confident.

So today, he was eating a stuffed mushroom, savouring the melted cheese and toppings inside it while he waited.

It seemed this time, Bruce had opted for the company of two of his children, his oldest, Richard Grayson, and his third oldest, Tim Drake.

“You think we should?” Clark heard one of them say, he didn’t need to use his super hearing, as they’d also decided to favour the food over the people, and the kids weren’t talking particularly low.

“B’s getting lonely, and I can only handle so many ‘father-son’ days when Damian’s not around.” The youngest one groaned.

So, Bruce’s sons were playing matchmaker, that was genuinely nice and cute of them.

Except when he sensed them behind him. “Excuse me. Are you Clark Kent?” It was the youngest one who’d approached him, the poor kid had more bags under his eyes than a Christmas tree, his face looking a second away from falling asleep in the middle of the Gala. Just what could be so dire to keep a billionaire kid staying up all night?

It couldn’t be parties, Clark was sure. Unlike their parent, none of the Wayne kids had taken to be the life of parties —excluding, of course, Damian Wayne for the moment—, they rarely were seen in one if it wasn’t hosted by Bruce.

There actually wasn’t much about Timothy Drake online besides what he wanted there to be; son of the deceased Jack and Janet Drake, taken by Bruce, suspected to be Wayne Enterprises next CEO, despite barely being able to drive.

“That’s me, what can I do for you?”

“We want you to interview our dad.” Said Dick Grayson, —or ‘Gotham’s sweetheart’ as most gossip magazines liked to call him— standing behind Timothy. There were more things online about him than his younger brother. From his earlier research for the first gala; Richard Grayson was son of the world renown acrobats John and Mary Grayson, who had, sadly passed away in an ‘accident’ at the circus, taken shortly after by Bruce. The kid was a prodigy in gymnastics, always outshining everyone in every school competition he went to in his youth, although why he never made it a career out of it and go to the Olympics was a mystery to everyone. “You know, you’re the only honest reporter who won’t twist his words.”

The way they both smiled and shared a look was unsettling, the kids knew how to be creepy if they wanted to. There was something in the twinkle of their eyes that only spoke of mischief. Clark might not be a top-notch detective as Batman, but he still had learned to tell when people weren’t being sincere.

He wouldn’t be opposed to the idea, he was here to do that, after all, but he needed to know the reason as to why they were personally asking him to interview him. However, the sound of glass shattering and screams put him on alert. “Oh, great. Not another one.” Timothy mumbled. Were Gothamites plainly this desensitized about criminals taking in hostages?

He was looking for an exit to change into his suit when the cold end of a gun’s barrel was pressed to his back. “To the centre, now!” Clark complied, if only to not risk his identity or risk the chance of the man accidentally shooting one of the kids. Kids that were much calmer than they should be.

He’s never coming back to Gotham.

The trio moved to the centre of the ballroom, where every attendant was huddled in a circle. “Everything of value in the bag!” Another man shout, holding a dirty, ragged brown bag in a hand, and a semi-automatic gun in the other.

Clark tripped, or at least, he made it seem like that, to take the opportunity to slide behind all the hostages, for the outside eye, it seemed he did that to cover himself in case things went awry, but in truth, it was so he could make his disappearance easier and change from Clark Kent to Superman.

There were only four armed men inside, and another outside sitting in a car, the getaway, Clark assumed. He couldn’t see much else with his x-ray vision, just that the car had the trunk open, waiting to be filled with the spoils of the night.

Thing is, they weren’t taking that much stuff to require the extra space, so what could be the actual reason? Kidnapping, maybe?

But who?

“I love playing rough, don’t get me wrong.” Of course it had to be him. “But even I think this is a bit overkill.”

“Shut up.” The man holding Bruce by the scruff said, pushing him to the floor and letting the end of his gun crush his hand. Bruce’s howl of pain mingled with the cry of Timothy, ready to get up and run to help his father, only being stopped by Richard, who held him by his shoulders and sitting him down again, talking in hushed whispers. It was the only reaction the kid had shown so far tonight.

They’d already taken Bruce outside, leaving only the guy who was still collecting money and jewellery, walking backwards towards the exit, gun pointed at the attendants. The split second he turned to leave was his mistake, colliding with a body as strong as steel. Clark had taken that millisecond to change into his suit and get behind the man, swiftly taking his gun and pulverizing it in his hand. “I don’t think you were invited to this party.”

Clark didn’t need to use much strength to knock out the assailant, a simple hit with his index finger was enough.

The rumble of an engine let Clark know the rest of them didn’t bother to wait for their partner, clearly already having secured what they wanted, and the things in the bag were just a bonus.

The getaway car, had, of course, not made it very far before Clark stood in front, crashing into him. The back going up in the air for a second before falling, and he rushed to hold it and gently drop it lest he hurts Bruce even more.

Clark made sure the delinquents were unconscious before opening the car’s trunk. “Are you alright, Mr. Wayne?”

Despite looking a bit green and having a broken finger, he didn’t seem to have any other serious injury… Not recent, at least. All his bones hand been broken in several places, several times, some not fully healed correctly. Just in what kind of situations was this man getting in?

He, in turn, was oblivious to the revelation he’d just had, awestruck, and eyes wide. Bruce accepted the hand Clark had lend him to get off the trunk, careful not to put too much pressure on his broken finger. “Superman.” He whispered. “I… I’m fine. Just a broken finger. I’ve had worse.”

“No doubt.” Clark mumbled. Wayne looked at him curiously, as he hadn’t heard him completely, but shook his head after a second, his dazzling smile back in place.

“How can I pay back the man who saved me?”

“It’s not necessary, Mr. Wayne. I’m glad to be of help. Please, let me take you to a hospital so that you can get treated.”

“No need, I’m sure the ambulance will be here soon.” And true, Clark could hear the siren a couple kilometres away getting closer to them. “Besides, my sons will worry if they don’t see me, but…” he placed is good hand on Clark’s shoulders, standing on his tiptoes to reach him and place a gently, warm kiss on his cheek. “Thank you, superman.”

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Batman hates him. There’s no other way to put it.

It’s not hard to make the man broody and angry, Clark thinks, he just never expected it would be because he’s disgusted by his choice in romantic partners.

He’s never said it outright, but he shows it in the way he’s began to distance himself from the man every time they are together in a mission or in a meeting debriefing. If his hands happen to slightly touch his or any other part of his suit, Batman pulls away as if he was burned.

And the man was always cold, talking only if needed, but Clark could see that he was getting even colder with him, his words clipped as if it offended him to talk to him.

He never thought Batman would be homophobic.

He was conflicted. He didn’t want to get into his companions’ personal matters and preferences, but this was something he couldn’t simply ignore, as it was something he considered was wrong of him.

But he also didn’t know how to approach him.

He was distressed. Even though they didn’t know each other names, he had still considered Batman a reliable ally —how ironic—, and to discover the man who claims to fight for justice and peace it’s in truth a hater with prejudices… Well, it was a lot to take in.

But now it made sense. He’d seen Batman work with the Red Hood a few times, and he knew he was a part of the ‘bat-family’ due to the red bat symbol embedded in his chest. He’d also seen how cold Batman was with him unlike the others, like Nightwing, or Robin, or Batgirl.

He also knew Red Hood was involved in some kind of a romantic mess with Arsenal, as Green Arrow once told him in passing.

“I’m surprised Batman hasn’t threatened you already.” Flash mentioned so casually as if he were talking about the weather. “Or has he?”

“What?” Clark turned to see him, his cape slightly billowing. “Why would he do that?”

“Because you slept with his boyfriend?”

Clark had to rewire his brain for a second. “What did you say?”

“Oh, come on!” Flash gestured with his hands, bits of granola flying around from the bar he was eating. “It’s common knowledge those two are dating, how do you think Spooky gets all his toys?”

It would explain why Batman has suddenly turned so hostile against him.

But it doesn’t explain why he’s also cold and hostile with the other guy who’s also dating a man. And he didn’t want to believe sweet Bruce would cheat like that. At least, he didn’t seem the type the other night.

But then why Bruce would still flirt so carelessly if he was dating him? Could it be to throw off all those rumours about them? Because it would explain why he’s getting kidnapped so frequently.

But even behind closed doors, he still wanted to sleep with him.

This is all a mess.

He’s a mess.

He should go to the one person that could have the answers.

Even though he’d decided to never come back to this city if he could help it, he still found himself taking a bus towards Gotham city. It would be way easier to get there flying than having to spend an hour and a half in an uncomfortable bus seat, but if he wanted to do this, he would need to be laying low as much as possible to avoid detection from the bat.

It didn’t take long to find the man he was looking for, he simply had to keep an open ear for any kind of gunshots he could hear, as he knew the vigilante wasn’t opposed to using guns. Clark was concerned about the number of gunshots he heard in one night in different parts of the city.

“Red Hood.” Clark said before the man could get on his bike and drive away.

“Boy scout.” The robotic voice from the helmet’s modulator reached him. He leaned on his bike, his arms crossed. “What brings the man of tomorrow to our lovely, green city?”

He ignored the sarcasm, walking closer to him. “We need to talk.”

“About…?”

“I know about you and Arsenal.”

It was hard to gauge a reaction out of him with the helmet on. The man kept quiet for several seconds.

“And that concerns you, because…?”

“I… First, I want to say that it’s alright. And if you ever feel that you’re not safe, you can always count on me if you need help.” Clark was able to hear the small ‘what the fuck’ coming out of the helmet. “I don’t know what the extent of your relationship with Batman is, if he’s your father or just a mentor, but whatever it is, you shouldn’t have to be shunned for being yourself.”

“Look, man, I appreciate the feelings and whatever. But I must know, what the fuck you’re talking ‘bout?”

“I… I thought Batman was mistreating you because you’re dating a man?”

“What?” The robotic voice was high pitched, a low chuckle coming out. “You think B’s homophobic?”

“He’s not?”

“Of course not. Hell, me dating Arsenal is probably the only thing he’s approved of me ever since I came back.”

Clark wasn’t sure what he meant for ‘came back’, but it wasn’t something of importance right now.

“But then… Oh, so the rumours are true?” He couldn’t help but feel even more disappointed, because that also meant that Bruce had tried to sleep with him even though he’s dating someone else, and he’s also gotten on the bad side of Batman. His voice had gotten small at the end, clearing his throat to hide that fact.

“What rumours?”

“Batman’s dating Bruce Wayne.”

This time, Hood’s boisterous laughter was heard through the whole alley, having to place his hands on his knees for support.

“You’re on your own, boy scout.”

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Several weeks had gone by since the gala fiasco, and Bruce had already been kidnapped twice, his lucky star —or as lucky as it could be—, had helped him leave unscathed just a couple hours later.

Of course, Clark would only find out about this when the news would report it in the evening news, as he hadn’t been in Gotham again since the night he met with Red Hood.

“Batman.” Clark greeted him when he saw the man walking into the Observation Deck. Tonight, they were both going to be alone for the night watch.

He hadn’t seen the vigilante in a while, as the man was ever busy with all the criminals running rampant in Gotham since they escaped the asylum a couple of weeks ago.  He and Wonder Woman had offered help, of course, but being the stubborn bat that he was, he never accepted, despising the presence of other supers in his city.

Which was the topic he wanted to talk about.

“Superman.”

“I’m sure you’ve heard of me being in Gotham a month ago. I know you don’t like it when we step foot in your city, but I… I was visiting some friends, and happened to hear the screaming, I couldn’t just sit by and do nothing. I hope you understand.”

The man had continued walking to the computer, ready for a night of sitting down in front of the screen until sunrise, waiting for an attack to happen, and not once acknowledged the kryptonian, besides the slight twitch on his fingers, not visible for the human sight, but enough for him.

“Don’t let it happen again.”

With a sigh, Clark sat on the air with his legs crossed, hovering a meter over the floor, looking at the Earth through the windows surrounding the deck.

An hour had turned into two, then into three, all spent in complete silence.

“I apologize for my comment the other day.” Clark settled on talking about the elephant in the room rather than continue like this. “I didn’t know you two were…”

“What are you talking about?”

He was going to make him say it, didn’t he?

“You, and Bruce. I didn’t know you two were a thing. And you don’t have to worry about me, I won’t get in the way of you two.”

“We’re not… You’re wrong.”

“Am I?” Clark stood, walking towards the bat, his voice louder than it should. “Because then I don’t know why you’ve been acting so cold towards me, even more than usual. If you hate me because I kissed the man you’re dating or if you hate me because you’re a bigoted idiot, then please, let me know and stop with these childish attitudes.”

He waited one, two, three seconds and the man had barely even tried to face him, although he’d stopped tipping in the computer, but he didn’t say anything. “Figures.” Clark scoffed, turning around and ready to leave the deck to stay the night in any other part of the watchtower.

“Clark.” It wasn’t just that Batman talked that made him stop, but the fact that he used his civilian name.

And when he turned, he certainly wasn’t expecting to see the man without his cowl.

“Bruce?”

“I don’t hate you.” The man who spoke wasn’t Batman, nor it was Brucie. It was simply… Bruce, the real man that probably few people got to meet, probably just his family. “Quite the opposite.”

Taking long strides, Bat—Bruce walked until he was so close to him, they could almost melt into each other, placing his hands on his cheeks. He didn’t need to stand on his tiptoes this time, as the suit added him quite a few centimeters more. “Totally the opposite.”

And then, he kissed him.

[stevenssacrab]

Three More Minutes

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Summary: A simple grocery run turns into the most traumatizing night of Peter's life

Rating: 18+ (minors, do not interact)

Warnings: Physical assault, mentions and usage of knife, strong insinuation of rape, stabbing, description of reader actively dying, Peter in utter despair, reader death

Word Count: 1.6k

a/n: This is a sad ones my dudes, I teared up a little writing this, be safe out there :)

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"Don't worry, Pete, I'm paying right now," you say calmly to Peter over the phone, inserting your card to pay; you reach for your bags, but the bag is weak and rips from the bottom. All the contents were scattered across the floor, apples rolling every which way.

"Shit, ugh, of course," you curse out loud; you bend down to pick up some apples.

"What happened?" Peter asks in your ear, slightly concerned

"The bag ripped from the bottom," you say; Peter hears the annoyance in your voice and chuckles.

"Ah, I hate when that happens," Peter says apologetically.

"Ugh, the apples are all over the place; oh, thank you," you say softly. You grab the apple from the kind stranger's hand. He suddenly grips your wrist tightly, and you gasp loudly, confusion etched across your features.

"Don't trust a stranger's kindness," he said harshly, spit flying out of his mouth; you wince at his firm grip.

"Let go of me," you say timidly, trying to pull your hands away, but he only holds on tighter, looking at you with wide eyes.

"Y/N? What's happening?" Peter is trying to remain calm, but feeling completely helpless, he should've gone with you.

"I said let go," you say louder; people around you look at the scene unfolding before them, but not a single person moves to help you out of this escalating situation; you look back at the stranger digging their claws into you, letting out an audible "ow." Tears start to fill your eyes; you look around for anyone, just one person to help you, but everyone just watches

"Y/N?!" Peter's panic slipped through his voice. Peter moves to race over to you, but he hears a scuffle and then screams.

"GET OFF ME!" you scream. Security pulled the assailant off you; he kicked and screamed as security dragged him away.

"Hello? Peter?" you ask, your hands shaking violently.

"Yes! I'm here! Are you okay?" he asks, terrified.

"Yeah, I'm okay. I'm just a little shaken up," you say, voice wavering, adrenaline still high, heat beating out of your chest; you try and control your breathing.

"Can you please walk me home?" you ask, trembling. Your eyes scan everywhere, still on edge.

"Of course, baby, I'll be right there," he says compassionately.

"I'm leaving right now; I'll see you in a little bit; just wait for me," he says firmly.

"Okay, Pete," you say, hanging up the phone; you look around the store; everything is just too much; you can hear your blood flowing in your ears, and the lights are so bright you can barely open your eyes. You try to stand, and your knees buckle, but you manage to stand. You decide that you can't stay here any longer. You walk one step at a time, gripping the walls for support; you feel your knees will give out from underneath you at any moment.

"Okay, one foot in front of the other, you can do this," you say under your breath, trying to get your breathing back to an average pace; you make it to the front entrance; you know you told Peter that you would wait, but you can't stay a second longer, crossing the threshold, and are met with harsh winter winds, cursing yourself, each wind slicing through your clothes like a thousand icy needles against your skin.

"I'll just meet Peter along the way," you whisper; you bury your hands deep in your pockets and start your trek home; you feel eyes following you in the darkness, and your lips pull in a tight line. From the corner of your eye, you catch sight of someone tucking behind a corner.

"Hello?" you ask, uneasy slithering through your body, every alarm bell going off, the hairs on the back of your neck standing straight up. You pick up your pace, trusting you'll run into Peter soon.

"Hey, pretty girl," they say, much closer than before, almost stopping you in your tracks, blood running cold; you know that voice.

"Hey beautiful," you hear directly behind you, and your hair stands on end; you feel a knife press into the small of your back, and your breath hitches in your throat.

"Turn around for me," he says ominously, smiling from ear to ear. When you turn around and meet his eyes, your eyes widen; it was the man from the supermarket who attacked you, but now there was no security to save you, and still no sign of Peter.

"I don't want any trouble; you can have everything I have; just let me go, please," you say, your voice showing how terrified you are.

"Oh, I know what I want," he smiles maliciously, the insinuation very clear.

"No, NO!" you screamed. You wanted to run, but he had the advantage.

"Please don't, anything but that," you cry, tears blurring your vision.

"Y/N?" you hear Peter's sweet voice call for you; you gasp; your salvation has come, and your fear melts away; you attempt to turn and face Peter, but a hand stops you mid-turn and pulls you back, as quick as your fear left, it returns, you feel a hot, stinging pain; your attacker was long gone, you look down and see red, on your clothes, hands, and arms, the realization sinks in, You turn around, and lock eyes with Peter, his face twisted in terror, dread filling every part of his being.

"Peter," you say breathlessly, reaching your hand out for him but tripping over your feet, your body falling limply to the ground. You taste metal in your mouth; you feel everything, the searing hot pain from the stab to the rough concrete nipping at your skin, the air filled with that strong metallic smell; you're gasping for air, desperately trying to take in a full breath, your hearing is muffled, you faintly hear Peter's footsteps growing closer.

"Y/N!, no no, no!" he cried out, grabbing your hand and gripping it tightly.

"Karen, what do I do?" he shouts, his heart pounding like a drum in his ears, every fiber in his being panicking, his breath coming out in ragged gasps.

"Put pressure on the wound and lift her feet higher than her body to increase blood flow to her brain and heart; I'll alert the authorities," she said calmly.

"Okay," he whines, following Karen's instructions, body shaking violently, sobs ripping through his body.

"Peter? What's happening?" you ask weakly, gently squeezing his hand.

"Y/N, it's okay; help is on the way; I'm right here." his throat is aching.

"Am I dying?" your voice barely above a whisper, your face contorting with anguish.

"I don't wanna die, Peter, don't let me die," you whimper out, eyes red and swollen from crying. You try to sit up, but Peter holds you down.

"No, no, just lay down," he sniffles, caressing your face, gently wiping your tears away.

"Peter, I'm so cold," you whimper out, body shivering, your blinks becoming slower and slower, eyelids so heavy, sleep slowly pulling you in, it comes in waves, slowly lulling you to eternal rest, you close your eyes.

"Y/N? Y/N?!" Peter screams, shaking you, your eyes heavily opening, looking up at Peter with despair in your eyes

"I'm so tired Pete," you say sluggishly, your grip on Peter's hand loosening slightly.

"Just stay awake for me, Y/N, okay? Don't go to sleep, oh god, please, don't do this," Peter speaks through his sobs; he holds your body close to his like you'll turn to dust before his eyes.

"Peter," you say weakly; you feebly raise your hand to caress Peter's damp face.

"I love you," you say with a smile, tears slowly falling down your face, getting lost in your hair.

"No, don't say that, please; they're almost here, just a little longer," he chokes out through sobs, rocking you both back and forth.

"Please, Y/N, I can't do this without you. Don't leave me, please," he cried into your hair, body quivering.

"Karen, how much longer?!" he shouts, weeping loudly

"T minus 3 minutes," she said evenly.

"See? 3 minutes, just hang on for 3 more minutes, for me, baby, please," he says hopefully, smiling down at you.

"Okay, 3 more minutes," you say lightly; you can faintly hear the sirens, relief washing over your body; you're almost there.

"You hear that Y/N? You're gonna be okay," he sniffles, moving the hair out of your face.

"You're gonna be okay," he cries in relief, ambulance pulling up in a flash.

"What happened?" The EMT asked, pulling Peter's hands away from the wound.

"I-I, s-she was stabbed, I don't know who," rage filled his body, what he'll do when he finds them.

"We gotta move, now," the EMT says to his comrade; they nod and move you onto the gurney, swiftly moving you into the ambulance. Peter hops into the van, watching the EMTs work quickly; you look so weak, breathing shallowly, until Peter hears the dreaded flatline.

"Y/N!" he stands up, reaching out to you until the EMT forces him back down. The ambulance pulls into the hospital's emergency entrance. Peter follows feverishly behind you until a nurse pushes him back.

"Sir, you can't go back here. I'm sorry," she says apologetically. Peter sits on one of the chairs in the hall, uneasy settling in his stomach, waiting for what feels like an eternity.

"Peter?" the doctor calls out, eyes scanning the room.

"That's me; how is she?" he asked, Peter searching the doctor's face for the answer.

"I'm so sorry; we did everything we could; she lost too much blood." The doctor said apologetically; the world muffles around Peter; you flash through Peter's mind, all the memories; he feels nothing, utterly void of all feeling. Peter doesn't find the strength to move until May wraps her arms around him, but he just stands, eyes glued forward.

"Peter, I'm so sorry, honey," May said with sadness dripping from her voice; she pulled back and cupped Peter's face.

"Oh, May, she's gone, I lost her," he cried

[billpottsismygf]

Rogue

Oh wow, I have some complex feelings to work through with this one. Up front, really fun idea and very funny script and performances. There were quite a few moments that had me laughing out loud (the shed, the OK exchange) and I love the whole set up of these aliens who want to cosplay as humans in the regency era. It also connects nicely with Rogue's love of DND. I feel like I might have missed something when they seemed to know that the Duchess was a Chuldur, but I'll see if I catch that on rewatch or not.

As always, I adore Ncuti here. He's so funny and charming as the Doctor, but I particularly loved that we got to see his darker side here. It was only a glimpse, but that line about 600 years being a long time to suffer was quite chilling and very reminiscent of the "he was being kind" speech from Family of Blood. Indeed, it is quite a ruthless end for the Chuldur! They're sent to a random "barren" different dimension! It reminds me quite a bit of the relocation gun from Rosa and how much it was shown to be one of the worst things you could do to someone (and Ryan uses it on the white supremacist guy). Brutal!

Ruby and the Doctor didn't get to spend much time together this episode, which is a shame because we haven't seen all that much of them together for three episodes in a row now. I can't help but think it's a sad consequence of the tiny episode run that we barely get to see this Doctor and companion interact, so although I loved the Doctor calling her his best friend, and I especially loved her giving him a hug at the end and making him deal with his emotions, I don't feel that connection as much as I'd like to. Equally, when he's devastated to think she's been killed, it would have hit so much harder if we'd seen them build up a real relationship. They have a lot of natural chemistry, so you still very much believe them as best friends, but it feels like we're missing a bit of the depth there.

Okay, now, the romance! I was quite apprehensive about this one because it looked like there might be something going on between the Doctor and Rogue, and that was further fueled by a comment Millie Gibson made in an interview about this episode showing a different side of the Doctor. The reason that made me apprehensive is entirely down to my personal preference, which is that I like it when the Doctor is more a-spec. As it turned out, this episode managed to be both better and worse than I worried. Better in that it was beautifully acted, had fantastic chemistry, and I loved the scandalous gay dancing (very reminiscent of the Torchwood episode Captain Jack Harkness). Worse in that it wasn't just something happening to the Doctor, that he's swept up in, but instead something he's actively pursuing.

Again, this is entirely down to my personal preference for the Doctor's characterisation, but the way that this pushes further than other instances of romance/kissing/etc. upsets me a little. It reminded me somewhat of The Girl in the Fireplace in places - inviting him to see the stars; the tragic ending - but the difference with that one is that she kisses him. I don't know, it's a relatively small distinction but one that matters to me. The Doctor has had romances before, and the more overt they are the more I dislike them (eg. all the River Song stuff), and nowhere has the Doctor more actively flirted with someone new, expressed attraction to them numerous times and deliberately kissed them than here.

On the other hand, it's very gay and I have to like it at least a little for that. It gives us a more obviously queer Doctor than Thirteen and Yaz and they had a whole arc! (Not to bash Thirteen and Yaz; I actually quite liked how that went down in the end, but again that's due to my preference for an a-spec Doctor, which jived very nicely with Thasmin.) Obviously, this doesn't invalidate any readings of the Doctor as aro and/or ace, especially as that can mean many different things, but it messes with my personal view of the Doctor's sexuality, and how I prefer them to be portrayed. For me, if the Doctor is going to participate in sex or romance, I'd rather it be understated and uncertain or unintended from the Doctor's end. Now I know what to expect from this one, I may become desensitized to it with time and enjoy it more for its merits. Still, I can't change the fact that it's just fundamentally not what I want from Doctor Who the character.

Misc

I love that the battle mode for the earrings came back. I wondered if it would when it was first mentioned, then promptly forgot about it entirely.

The comparisons between Rogue and Captain Jack Harkness are obviously numerous, and it's very funny to me that Jack would definitely be pissed off that he lost out on kissing the Doctor like that to someone who was basically a carbon copy of him.

More singing, since people are taking note of that. Love a bit of Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory!

I was cringing a bit while the Doctor was dancing to Kylie, but also glad he got to do that after the Master has had several camp pop dancing moments.

Speaking of Kylie, I wonder if the Doctor has ever noticed her uncanny resemblance to Astrid Peth.

We got a nice little flashback with Carla telling him to keep Ruby safe as well, which reminded me a lot of Jackie.

The faces of the Doctor's various incarnations looked a little strange. I couldn't actually tell who some of them were meant to be. Am I crazy or was one of them Richard E Grant, like from Scream of the Shalka (and the Great Intelligence)?

I said this already in another post, but it was dedicated to William Russell and I criiiiiied!

[kaylinalexanderbooks]

OC interview

Thanks for the tag @mysticstarlightduck here and @leahnardo-da-veggie here!

Rules: answer questions as one of your OCs!

This time, I think I'll go ahead and do Lexi!

Are you named after anyone?

“Not that I'm aware of. My parents just really liked the name Alexia. And honestly, I can't blame them! It's a good name. I mean, there are so many variants on the name Alexander. Like I could've gotten Alexandra but that seems a little...I dunno, much? Much. Alexis doesn't...feel right. For me, like, I think Alexandra and Alexis are fine names for people who aren't me. Regardless, I definitely prefer the name Lexi. Alexia feels a little awkward to be called on, like, a regular basis. Again, for me. I'm rambling. The point is, no, I don't think I'm named after anyone.”

When was the last time you cried?

“This morning. I couldn't find my pink pen. Yeah, I know it seems stupid and immature to cry over a pen, but, like, it wasn't like I was upset that my pen was missing, it was the fact that I was stressed over losing it because my pink pen is used to color-code my English assignments. And there's a lot of English assignments, y'know?”

Do you have kids?

“I am in middle school. Middle. Schoooool. Who's even thinking about romance? That'll come with time. Like, high school. And kids much later. Like, after college. I don't have to worry about that right now.”

Do you use sarcasm a lot?

“I dunno. I don't have a record. Sometimes?”

What’s the first thing you notice about people?

“...everything? I dunno, I look at them, and I see them. The whole of them. Is this an attraction question? I already said I was in middle school! I guess height. Like if I look at them, it's either up, down, or straight ahead. Height.”

What’s your eye colour?

“My eyes are brown. Not much to say about them. They're pretty dark brown. My sister has bright blue eyes that really standout against her skin and hair. I'm not jealous, actually, it's just an observation. I happen to like my dark eyes!”

Scary movies or happy endings?

“Happy endings, of course! I love a good happy ending. I mean, sad endings make me sad. Scary movies can have happy endings, I guess. This is a strange question haha. But happy endings.”

Any special talents?

“Well, I am first chair, first violin in my orchestra class! I think I'm a good leader. Usually take the lead on group projects. Um...oh, duh, I play the violin. And I also can organize stuff really well. Good color sense, I've been told. Uh, I gotta garden! It's small, but I wanted to have an out doorsy activity. Brings my anxiety down.”

Where were you born?

“Uh...here in Texas, I think. At least that's what I was told. *Gasp* There's a chance I was born in Alium! I need to ask my pia about that...”

Do you have any pets?

“No. I wouldn't mind one! A dog or a cat would be awesome. Maybe both!”

What sort of sports do you play?

“I don't actually play sports. There'd be a few issues to convince those in charge, anyways, to get me a different uniform. I have haphephobia - I don't like people touching me - and the more skin I show the higher the risk and my anxiety goes up more. So for now, no, we don't want to deal with that. I ride my bike sometimes. If I were to play a sport, it would be either volleyball or tennis, and definitely cheerleading - those girls are so nice!”

How tall are you?

“I am 5'1, meaning I'm about average for my age!”

What was your favourite subject in school?

“Oh! English! I like learning new words - I always have. Phonics may have been my favorite in elementary school! We don't do that a lot anymore, but we still learn a lot more about language. Also, may be biased because all my friends are in my class this year. Well, not all of them. Three of them. Mr. Flanagan also let us choose our groups at the beginning of the year, so I'm always with them!”

What is your dream job?

“I. Am in. Middle school. Why would I be thinking that far? *Sigh* I guess...I dunno, maybe journalism or counseling? I feel like that'd be fun.”

Other interviews: Wade, Jazlyn, Gwen

Other Lexi: OC in fifteen, OC in three, OC questionnaire, two truths and a lie, Picrew, blank bingo

Tagging @somethingclevermahogony @melpomene-grey @squarebracket-trickster @writernopal @writeintrees

@winterandwords @ceph-the-ghost-writer @elizaellwrites @tabswrites

+ anyone else who'd like to play!

TSP intro

TSP tag list (ask to be +/-): @thepeculiarbird @illarian-rambling @televisionjester @finchwrites @nebula--nix

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Are you named after anyone? When was the last time you cried? Do you have kids? Do you use sarcasm a lot? What’s the first thing you notice about people? What’s your eye colour? Scary movies or happy endings? Any special talents? Where were you born? Do you have any pets? What sort of sports do you play? How tall are you? What was your favourite subject in school? What is your dream job?

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[saythenameritwika]

Im a baby carat and it really warms my heart so see someone love them so deeply ❤️ I know I probably just spammed your with all my likes (sorry not sorry) but scrolling through you account just makes me fall deeper for svt and I adore yo(u) for it >3< (yes I think I'm so clever Im really not LOL) here's to more years of seventeen!!! 💎💕

ALSO ASIDE FROM THAT who is your bias & what is your fav era/album/song?? I'm still trying to work through 9 years of discography (pains of being a 2024 carat 😭) and I wanted to know if there are like ICONIC tracks that may be older (since I'm going from most current to oldest) that I need to listen to immediately before all else?

thank you again for being so loving 🫶

Oh, I definitely noticed your activity, lmaoo 😭🤣. I was so surprised because my phone started blowing up on a random Wednesday evening 😭🥹. But thank you!! 🩷🩵😭😭

Thank you for noticing my love for Seventeen!! I mean, it's pretty obvious, but I love that Carats (new and old) can feel the love that I have for Seventeen because I seriously love them so much. They have become an irreplaceable part of my life, and I don't think I have truly loved anything or anyone as much as them 😭😭.

I adore (yo)u too (you are clever, girl 😭😭)!!!! I'm glad that my posts made you fall in love more with Seventeen 🩷🩵! I hope you stick around 😉 because my love for them is only growing, and I'm gonna post a LOT more!

My bias is Dino!! But I get biased wrecked every 2 mins, so I say I'm OT13 while being Dino biased, lmfaoo 😭😭. It's really hard to pick a bias in Seventeen, goddamit!! Though, Dino definitely has a special place in my heart 😭! He became my bias during Hot era, and he has remained my bias since! (Please tell me who's yours when you read this!)

My favourite song...hmmm, I'll have to say I don't have one 😭😭. Whenever I pick a favourite song, another song happens to catch my attention 😭. It's literally impossible for me to pick a favourite song. But if I talk about my favourite song rn, I'll say it's March from the Face The Sun album (if we're talking sub-unit songs, it will definitely be Last Night by JxW!) But that's gonna change pretty soon 😭.

My favourite era is again something I can't pick. Look, it's not my fault that they always outdo themselves, okay 😭😭? But my faves are Attaca era (Rock With You), FML era (Super and FML), 17 Is Right Here era (Maestro), An Ode era (Fear & Hit), Teen Age era (Clap), Semi;Colon era (Home;Run), Director's Cut era (Thanks), etc. I literally just named all their eras lmaoo 😭😭. But as you can see, I can't pick. But you can check out any song or album I just named.

My favourite album is something I can answer, thankfully. I have a lot, though, so bare with me 😅🥹. My favourites are Going Seventeen, Teen Age, Heng:garae, Semi;Colon, Face The Sun, Sector 17, Seventeenth Heaven, Attaca, and FML. Again, I named almost every album lmaoo. But I recommend starting with Going Seventeen and making your way up. They have a lot of good music so you won't be disappointed even by their oldest albums!

Iconic tracks you NEED to listen to would be Fear (a classic), Mansae (another classic and a banger), Highlight (I might be saying this because I'm a performance unit girlie but that song is genuinely amazing), Clap (that song is so iconic omg), Don't Wanna Cry (that song is a masterpiece), Home;Run (the song that drew my interest to Seventeen!), Hot (honestly, just check out the whole album because it's amazing. It was also my first album as a Carat), Thanks (another classic, that song is beautiful), and then you can go in order (either oldest to newest or vice versa!).

Again, thank you for reaching out to me, and I was SO happy to help (though I don't think I was of any help, lmaoo 😭). Hopefully, you grow to love Seventeen just as much as I do, and I hope they become a big part of your life, too. I swear, life after "slipping into the diamond life" is so much better 🩷🩵😅! I recommend going through their content such as Going Seventeen (the variety show, not the album) to get to know them better!

Please continue to reach out to me if you have any questions about Seventeen or if you just wanna fangirl, lmaoo! I'm always open to new Carat friends (I'm in desperate need of them 😅). Once again, thank you for reaching out, and thank you for liking my blog!!

[a-student-out-of-time]

Talking about the Eden Killer Theory (Again)

//Hey there, so...it kinda seems like my blog has officially just become a DT theory blog at this point, so here's some more of my thoughts on a particular one I've touched on before.

//This is something of a response to this defense of the Eden Killer Theory, written by @venus-is-thinking, who is a proponent of the theory along with many others. And having read it, I can't help but feel that a lot of the points raised here are in response to many of my own criticisms, from the motivation issues to how it would play a role in the narrative.

//Now, as I've said my previous posts about this, even if I don't agree with this theory, this isn't meant to belittle anyone who does. I also have to admit that there are a lot of good points raised here. What I'd like to do is, instead of just trying to debunk them, I'd like to offer some counterpoints and alternatives, as well as address the points that make this theory not work for me.

//I'm also not going to push my own theory here, just stick to what I feel are some equally plausible explanations.

//So Venus, if you read this, know that I'm impressed by the time and effort you put into this, and I just want to offer some feedback:

I'll start by saying, thank you for not perpetuating this idea that Eden is somehow secretly some evil genius mastermind, because a lot of Eden Killer Theory posts really have that vibe to them and it bothers me to no end.

My first big question is why Eden would kill Arei and not Arturo, the guy who has actively threatened her. Nobody but Arei knew about that and thus would never suspect her of doing it. Arei herself really seems like she'd have Eden's back in that regard.

I will say, just because we have multiple LGBTQ+ characters, it doesn't equate to "sapphic girl betrays everyone to be with her GF" not being problematic. The quantity doesn't matter, the presentation does.

I do appreciate the focus on her motivation as having more to do with her family and people she wants to reunite with. My issue is that the same argument could be applied to others who we know have friends and family, like Rose, Veronika, Hu, even Ace. What makes Eden the exception here?

The hidden quote is definitely interesting, and it could apply to this case, but it could also apply at a later date. I've also looked thoroughly into the hidden quotes and wondered about their meanings, so I'll admit there's an argument to be made in your favor here.

Eden being the primary force trying to end the killing game does feel to me like it's meant to be more of a long-term thing. Maybe the idea isn't that she's running out of time, but the longer she spends in this game, the more it wears away at her attempts? That doesn't necessarily mean she'll be a killer, now or later, but maybe it takes a toll on her motivation?

"Every single second killer commits their crime due to previous attachments that go beyond the killing game." Now, this is something I've had people who disagree with my theories argue with me about, how we can't predict where the story will go, yet they'll still use the same formulaic tropes and archetypes in defense of their own points. We can't have it both ways, and it sounds to me like you do believe this will follow a fairly similar route to the previous games. Fair enough. As a counterpoint, I want to address that, while this is largely true, one could also make the same argument about my primary candidate for the Killer (though not necessarily the Blackened): Hu. After all, we've had some insights on Hu's past, how proud she is of her name and how she didn't want to go with her old one just because it was something English-speakers made fun of. Combined with her very motherly attitude, her dialogue with David after his reveal, her own secret quote and the like, it also makes her seem like a pretty good candidate in my eyes.

"Wouldn’t it only be proving Teruko right if Eden were to become a killer? Yeah. It would. And that’s the point at the story we’re at." I have to completely disagree with you there, but we'll get to that shortly.

"I don’t think it would make any sense for Teruko’s beliefs to be strongly challenged in Chapter 2." Counterpoint: Teruko's beliefs should challenged here, at least in a way that makes her reconsider them. Not necessarily throw them out completely, as even I don't think she would, but maybe open up a little to the idea of trust. Namely that trusting nobody at all means that she also can't trust people who claim they're innocent but have no proof. Maybe going with enlightened self-interest as a starting point. I don't like this idea that Teruko is going to double down this chapter, because it would otherwise feel largely pointless. We already covered this perspective in chapter 1, we had her be betrayed by two people she was close to, we've had her explain this and beat the point in throughout the entire thing, from her life before the game to the many scars across her body. If we end on "Well, looks like I was right not to trust any of you," what changes? What's there to be gained? How has this done anything for her character if she hasn't learned anything or changed at all? I'm not saying she's going to join the friendship club, but just that I think the story is better served by her being willing to trust somebody and having it not blow up in her face for once, despite her experiences and expectations. That feels like actual setup and payoff, you know?

The Monocredits thing feels like pure speculation to me, so I don't really see that as evidence of anything.

"Chapter 2 is typically a chapter in the canon Danganronpa games where things get worse, not better." I've gone through the entire canon series and a few fangans that have reached Chapter 3, and I have to say, this is untrue. Chapter 2 is where the seriousness of the Killing Game sets in further, but you still get moments of character development, revelation, and new developments in their favor. Chapter 3 is typically the low point where things hit their zenith of severity, since that's also where two people die and the killer is really fucked up, and the group also often learns just how bad things really are. Yes, it's still a rough time, but it's also where we get things like Toko, Fuyuhiko and Maki starting their gradual rises to prominence and development, the reveal of Alter Ego, and it was SDRA2 Chapter 2 that made Hibiki Otonokoji into one of my favorites in that game because she grew so much in such a short amount of time. Chapter 2 is really not where tragedy overwhelms growth and development...that's Chapter 3's job ^^;

"Eden is one of the most heavily featured characters, and to me, it feels more like one being set up for immediate payoff rather than long-term." What makes you so sure? Kyoko, Nagito, Shuichi, Himiko, Toko, Chiaki, Kaito, Akane Taira, Yuki Maeda, all of them were prominent early on but they didn't really play big roles until much later in their story lines.

"If she’s already spent two chapters being nice, happy and supportive, where does she go from there that’s narratively interesting and different? The only answer I can really come up with is “becoming less nice, happy, and/or supportive.” I gotta be honest here and say this does a major disservice to Eden as a character, and feels you're saying nice characters are boring or static. I won't put words in your mouth, that's just how it sounds here. For some alternative ideas, Eden could be more proactive in trying to help others, and maybe if Teruko starts to come out of her shell, she could be there to try and help her forward. If we go back to your point about her secret quote, maybe the two of them end up switching roles so that Eden starts to feel lost and Teruko is the one to try and support her. Eden's point that she's not naive or stupid, that she knows that the world can be a cruel place and chooses to be kind regardless, is a powerful moment that strikes a chord with Teruko, even if she doesn't want to admit it. That's already proof that there's more to her than just "nice and friendly support girl," as maybe someone who's seen how harsh life can be and might be able to relate to Teruko even more than she's letting on. For me personally, this is actually why I see David as the Blackened of this chapter. After that reveal, where he's admitted he's a manipulative nihilistic shitlord, what else can you do with his character? Nobody's going to trust him, he doesn't really contrast Teruko's perspective so he's not really a rival, and he's got a very doomerist mindset about everything so I don't see him being a chaos gremlin. I think he instead works as a warning for Teruko. He is what she could be if she sticks on this path of self-serving fatalism, and as the Blackened, his death would be a wake-up call for her to change.

Once again, credit where it's due, I had no idea this was there and that's a pretty good point. My counterpoint here is that it's such a broad statement that you could just as easily apply it to anyone: it works just as well for David, for instance. It could also apply to Hu, Levi and even Arei in this chapter. It also doesn't really scream "Eden is the killer" to me, just the idea that being a good person isn't easy or glamorous.

"Hu is someone who hasn’t gotten that much character arc focus, so I think she’ll probably be a bit more of a spotlighted character in the next daily life." Counterpoint: Hu is the killer and this is what "A Good Person" is referring to. Think about how much Hu has tried to be the Team Mom, stand up for Nico, work with David, be a nice person and everything, even if she did fight frequently with Ace in this chapter. While she didn't share her secret, David actually called her out and suggested she's not as upstanding as she claims to be. Her secret quote- "I want to pay for what I’ve done. But even then, I still want to live."- would also fit very well there if it turned out she was the killer. It could even be both of our ideas; having followed David's orders to kill, she has to grapple with that fact and regain everyone's trust, especially Eden's.

"This is pretty much the entirety of Arei’s character arc." And it's very unsatisfying if we just leave it off there, so I don't buy that's all there is to it.

"Chapter 2 frequently deals with the concept of bullying." Having seen the canon games and fangans that have passed Chapter 2, I can say that this is only sometimes true. DR1, SDR2, and DRA did, but V3, SDRA2, Antebellum and Blowback were tangentially related or completely distinct. As you point out, even sticking to canon, this is true just 66.6% of the time.

"Ace bullied Nico, and eventually they snapped and tried to kill him in revenge." Counterpoint: Nico didn't snap, it was David's fault. Keep in mind, the last time we saw Nico before that scene, they were with Hu and David in the Relaxation Room. Now that we know David manipulated the hell out of Hu, is it really a stretch to suggest that, after all their fights, David also might've pushed Nico into trying to kill Ace? It would guarantee someone would die and David's secret would be preserved.

"Eden simply didn’t believe her relationship with Arei actually changed." Counterpoint: Eden is friendly but she's not blindly trusting. She had no idea why Arei saved her from Arturo, so maybe she thought that this was Arei trying to mess with her? It isn't until she has proper context that she sees it as a potential friendship. Personally, I think the statement that "you don't know how much this means to me" lends credence to the idea that Eden has had some hard knocks in her life as well, much like Teruko, but she's chosen to be kind instead of recoiling into cynicism. And again, even if we wanted to say she didn't actually buy that they were friends, why would she kill the person who was trying to be friendly with her and promised to protect her instead of the guy who was actively threatening her just minutes earlier? Bullying is one thing, but someone pulling a knife on you over a secret is quite another. As we see in Episode 7, she's still skittish that he's following her. Why Arei and not him?

I believe that moment with Charles and Whit has less to do with their feelings on Eden and more to do with the idea that something more is going on with Arei than we've been assuming.

"They did pair up Xander and Min though, so it’s not like it’s impossible that they paired a victim with their killer." Maybe, but we've only had one full chapter so far. Seems a little preemptive to decide that this is all foreshadowing.

"However, it’s possible that the message the creator wants to send us is that the cast isn’t currently capable of being entirely positive and friendly." I agree that's a possibility, but it's just as possible that they're saying they can, but the cast needs to address the issues plaguing them. If Chapter 1 is about the breaking of trust, Chapter 2 could be about rebuilding it and Chapter 3 about forging it or seeing it break again while trying.

"I believe the motive of getting back to her previous life, in combination with the constant fighting, Arturo's threats against her and her apparent inability to actually make a meaningful change in those around her, would be enough to get her to break and kill in this Chapter 2 position." Okay, fair. Again though, what sense is there in killing Arei to achieve these goals? Like you say here, Arturo actively threatened her, and that seems much more pressing than a girl who bullied her but who since apologized. Why kill Arei and not him? I don't see the logic behind any of it. If it's because Arei is an easier target, that really just makes Eden look selfish and opportunistic, especially when Arei promised to protect her.

You don't get genuine breakdown scenes like this in the first half of the chapter, when there's still so much to learn about the ins and outs of the murder. Not unless there's going to be some kind of reveal, and that reveal isn't necessarily going to be that she's the killer.

While DRDT is full of hidden meanings and foreshadowing, sometimes I feel like the fandom takes things too literally. Like, if Whit said "Dead at 6," would people assume he or Charles is the mastermind?

David is saying a lot of cruel, guilt-trippy, misanthropic things by design, and Eden is grieving. It doesn't seem strange that she's going to start blaming herself. My counterpoint here is that he's trying to shift blame onto her because this is HIS fault.

"I think it makes more sense if it’s her coping with the fact that Arei did want to be her friend, and she killed her." Counterpoint: Eden is grieving someone who she did want to consider a friend who she believes is dead, and which she personally blames herself for because she wanted to include Arei in her activities earlier. She wanted them to be friends, and now she thinks her efforts lead to Arei's death. I don't really get why this needs to be anything more insidious or emotionally loaded.

Why it doesn't work for me:

While it's clear that you've put a lot of thought into Eden's motivations, what kills this theory for me is HOW Eden could be the killer. Any effort to reconcile the events of Chapter 2 with her presence, character, motivations and the time elapsed either require her to be insanely fast or genuinely malicious, manipulative and evil. Especially considering Eden would've had to set up a trap or something to break Arei's neck and then set her body up to look like she hanged herself.

Charles' statement that they fucked up, which I'm sure is in reference to the time and alibis, is also not really evidence because he's yet to elaborate on it. We don't know what he's going to say or who was where at any time. We can't make any snap judgements about it and will just have to wait for part 2 to see what it's about.

None of this explains the purpose of Teruko's prosopagnosia. If we're going to accept that small bits of dialogue and sprites are foreshadowing, then we also need to accept that a minute-long conversation and name-dropping of Teurko's condition is even more important. Nothing about this theory explains why that's there other than ignoring it or saying it's for later, and those are very weak arguments to me.

Why did Arei appear in the cafeteria after Ace's attack but say nothing? What purpose did that serve in the story? I've seen some people suggest that, to explain the prosopagnosia, it's actually meant to be Eden in disguise, but that makes no sense on multiple levels. Even if we wanted to say that she's an evil mastermind, why would she disguise herself as Arei and not just let everyone think she's still locked in her room? I know that's not part of your defense, but I just wanted to bring it up.

What's the significance of Arei having the secret "You're a murderer and you hold no remorse" if Eden is the one who killed her? We know Eden's secret and she's not a murderer.

How does David figure into the Eden Killer Theory at all? It seems like his role was mostly skimmed over.

What's the significance of Teruko's momentary flashback right after Arei's breakdown, where her crying reminds Teruko of someone? We never got follow-up on that, but the screen went black and time was devoted to her internal dialogue, which leads me to believe it's meant to be important.

//Again, these are just my thoughts on this theory and why they don't work for me. Even taking the narrative and thematic relevance out, the actual mechanics and character motivations just don't really work for me to see Eden as the one behind this.

//As I've made clear, my thinking is that David is the true blackened of this case, but Hu is the one who carried it out for him. He got her to kill for him, trying and failing with Nico at first, only to learn that the Blackened and the Killer can be different people in this game. His mindset and attitude, made pretty clear by the MV and Tally5, are that he's a fatalist who represents the logical extreme of Teruko's thinking, and what she could end up as if she continues or doubles down.

//His death would do a lot to serve the narrative and develop Teruko's character, while Hu's survival but status as a murderer could be the focus of her arc in Chapter 3, and Eden would then have to contend with all of this while trying to mend the group. I have my own theory as to why all this is the case, but that's a story for another time.

//Once again, while I disagreed a lot with this theory, I appreciate the thinking put into examining everything and trying to analyze every potential scenario behind who the killer may be.

//Credit to Venus and all the other writers for also getting me to think more critically about small details I either didn't see before or didn't think much about at first. I hope my points here can do the same.

[easy-revenge]

Well, now I'm curious. Why do you think Angel had deeper feelings for Aki? Go crazy

ahahah ur wish is my command ~

now bear with me a lot of this relies on things that are up to interpretation so brace urselves for me reaching and being maybe a tiny bit delusional thanks

so, i will deliberately not talk about the very popular moments that akiangel has, i can do a separate post about them at some point, but i want to focus specifically on angel.

meaning: scenes where their feelings and actions are reciprocated like saving each other, helping each other live longer etc will not be mentioned in this post.

lets take this chronologically:

- bomb devil arc

angel is the personification of duality. we know he exists as an oxymoron. from his name all the way to his personality.

this for me is the core of what i think angel is as a character. however i wont get into analysing angel's whole internal conflict rn.

(i have a post talking about angel's feelings, the grief and remorse he must feel with no recollection of what brought them on. I'll talk about that in depth some other time bc even though it plays into this part, we'll stray from the subject. i thought it was worth mentioning briefly though)

that's not what i wanted to talk about in this scene. i want to focus on the second part, which happened after reze's death.

in that scene, makima had ordered angel to bring aki with him to the scene. angel disregarded that order and came alone, which led to makima "accusing" him of being kind for sparing aki from the task of killing a girl. angel replies to this with "i am an angel after all".

what gets me the most about this beautiful scene is that as we now know, makima is the control devil. her word is law. even when she's not actively making ppl obey her will, we know her commanding aura makes it difficult for anyone to stray from her orders. despite that, here is angel, casually going against a direct order to keep aki from doing sth he doesn't want to do.

this might not seem like much, but follow my thought process here.

the infamous scene. contrary to popular belief, im here to talk about the first picture rather than the later two.

the moment between aki letting go of angel's shirt and grabbing his hand, angel gets a flash of the human he was in love with before makima found him.

i used to believe he got that flash bc he thought he was finally approaching his own death (still a valid interpretation), however here rolls a very popular theory about makima's power.

we know who she can control has to do with status, who views her as superior and whatnot. however, at the very end of part 1, we have power breaking her control as she thinks about her moments with denji. in that scene, power is still afraid of makima, so why is makima unable to take control of her?

a lot of ppl have interpreted this as a "weakness" to makima's power. more specifically, that strong feelings have the power to break her control over someone, at least briefly.

rolling with this, we can assume this is what happened with angel in this scene. for just a second he gets to access the memories that makima has locked away. the next question is, what are his strong feelings about in that moment?

we know that angel isn't afraid of death, he's been waiting for it. taking that into consideration, I don't think it was the feelings about his impending death that made makima's hold on him loosen.

i think it was aki. being saved. being cared for. being cared for so unconditionally, by someone who doesn't have two months of his life to spare. by someone who by all means should not care about angel at all.

immediately afterwards, angel is held. held protectively over a chest, against a storm. we don't know how long it's been since angel has been in a situation similar to this but we can assume it's been a long time.

in my potentially delusional opinion, that feels powerful enough to shake makima's control even for a moment.

you might have guessed where im heading with all this.

- gun devil arc:

here. in this very scene. we see the shock on angel's face as aki gives himself up. the horror of what it can mean, the trigger of memory of what it had meant for him in the past.

in this scene, angel regains all the memories makima took from him, without her permission.

makima doesn't seem swayed by this, but she does comment on it, indicating it wasn't her doing at all.

following my previous logic, strong emotions is once again what pushes makima out of angel's head. this time, quite literally kicks her out. even for a little while.

considering makima's power, how easily she takes complete control of him right after anyway, we can only imagine how strongly angel felt about aki losing himself to her in that moment.

now it's up to anyone to interpret this as whatever they want. it's up to anyone to call me crazy and completely disregard this whole thing since it's thriving on subtext and theory along with analysis powered by hyperfixation.

i personally cannot shake the feeling that there are at least romantic undertones here. there are so many akiangel scenes i didn't talk about in this post, so many very blatant hints that akiangel's bond was never friendship. there was tension from start to finish and there's no other explanation for it.

as for angel specifically, since this post is about his feelings, we know he's been in love before. with a human nonetheless. we know he has the capacity for it. I don't think im reaching to think that caring so deeply and wholeheartedly for a human again could mirror these feelings.

i dont think its too unlikely for him to be in love again. but that's just me.

i was asked to go crazy and crazy i went lmao. my asks are open for more prompts for me to analyze. i have sm more to talk about if anyone wants to hear it.

thanks for the opportunity to get this off my chest heheh <3

[lucius-morningstar]

Why is she still here?

Continuation to You Bug Me. Lucius is finding himself mildly annoyed, it's been weeks possibly months, Vaggie is healed and mobile but she's still here. Why is she still here. Is it the free room and board, the food, Charlie. Why hasn't she left. She was hoarding in on their activities, their days but he wasn't jealous of some secretive sinner. He just didn't trust her. That's all. ----- Charlie: Is something wrong. Lucius: Promise not to take this personally. Charlie: Uh yeah? Lucius: Why is she still here. Charlie: Rude. Lucius: Is it, I mean she's healed. She's up and about, eating normally. Why is she still here? Charlie: She's got no where else to go Lucius, where do you want her to go.. Lucius: I got a few overlords who owe me favors, ma- Charlie: No, she's not getting involved with overlords, one of few sinners who still have their soul intact. No overlords. Lucius: She's bound to sell it at some point, I can easily make sure she's with one of the more trustworthy ones who won't use her for gross shi- Charlie: No. Lucius: *snorts* Why do you car- Charlie: Why do you? Lucius: I don't trust her, do I need more reasons than that. Charlie: You don't trust anyone. Lucius: Not true, I trust you, uncle Ozzie, Bee, Bel, and of course Razzle, Dazzle and Cerbie. I have my own circle. Charlie: What about Cl- Lucius: I haven't spoken to her in a few years Charlie. Not the point, why are you so eager to keep her around. Charlie: She's good company- Lucius: For who, she's secretive, has a constant stick up her ass and is defensive at any questions I ask. Charlie: You ask a lot of questions, don't give her a lot of personal space. Lucius you're intimidating and you've been kinda hostile since she's been here. Lucius: What you call hostile, I call defensive. If she wasn't so secretive about herself maybe I wouldn't be so hostile as you put it. Charlie: ..Are you jealous- Lucius: Fuck no! Charlie: Okay, okay. I am just saying.. If you are- Lucius: I'm not. Charlie: I am just saying, that I get it okay. It's been just us for the past few years and trusting new people is difficult. Lucius: I won't trust someone who hides so much. Charlie: You two have more in common than you think. Lucius: Charlie your jokes are awful. Charlie: You do, you're both defensive of your past, really protective of your personal space and you both seem to care about me. Lucius: She doesn't care about you, she just feels like she owes you and needs a place to stay. Charlie: ..Wow. Lucius: Shit, Charlie I didn't mean it like th- Charlie: No. Just, not right now. I get you're protective of me but I'm not a child and I wish you'd have more faith in me to know better. Lucius: I'm sorry I didn't- Charlie: I know, I just need a little space from you right now okay. *with that Charlie leaves, leaving Lucius feeling guilty and annoyed even more than before.* Lucius: *growls* I know something is up with her, I can feel it and I'll be damned if Charlie gets hurt because she wants to see good in some secretive stranger. I'm going to figure out her deal if it's the last thing I do.

[sk8termikey]

Chapter 12 of 21 Questions

better interface on wattpad

Lily was comfortably sitting next to a tired Alex on their couch while Bernard, their cat, had claimed a spot between them and was contentedly purring as he lazily stretched out. 

As she was looking at recent pictures she took , Lily's phone buzzed with a message from Matt.

Matt🍂

If you’re free to play right now i am

“Who is texting you at such a late hour?” Alex asked, sleepily.

“Matt, so I can play Fortnite with him”.

“This late? Aren’t you tired after today?” Although Alex was concerned for her friend, she couldn’t help the small smile as she thought about how Matt seemed to often be the subject of discussion lately.

“I guess I am,” Lily sighed. “But if I don't play tonight, we’ll have to reschedule since we are both always busy. And I really wanna play with him.”

“I understand. If you really want to, go play but don't sleep too late. You haven’t been sleeping a lot recently.”

“Yeah don't worry,” Lily reassured her friend. “In any case, I know I cannot really last more than an hour so I’ll sleep soon enough.”

“Okayy, then enjoy your game and good night”.

“Good night as well, love you”, Lily replied as she quickly held Alex’s hand to emphasise the last part of her sentence.

“Love you too”.

The two girls both made their way back to the comfort of their rooms. Excitement bubbled within Lily as she eagerly headed towards her laptop that was on the bed, anticipating a thrilling session of Fortnite with Matt. 

Matt🍂

If you’re free to play right now I am

Yup i am :) 

Just warning you that i'm a bit tired so I won't be able to play too long sorry

We can always postpone you know

It doesn't bother me

No dw, I want to

So what's your user?

 sk8termikey 

Just added you

MattTheMunch?😭

That’s me

Can we use vocal chat to communicate?

I think it would be more practical than typing and playing at the same time

Only if you’re comfortable with it ofc, if not we can always type in the chat

Shit

unsent

What if you know me?💀 

unsent

If you recognise my voice, no you don't 

unsent

Yeah sure it's not a problem 

Okay gonna active the mic

“Yeah I do hear you”, Matt said as Lily had just asked if her mic was good.

“Great, just send a request so I can join your group.” 

“Done,” Matt briefly notified her, not wanting to talk too much.

“Yep, I see it. Where do you wanna drop?” Lily questioned while she was looking at the map.

“Dunno, depends on how you play. Are we confronting the enemy or playing a chill game?”

“I'm going to be honest with you Matt, I’m all for directly attacking people but I also like to just mind my business like– for example when there’s no one around, I’m literally just building houses,” Lily explained the type of player she was.

“M’kay, so somewhere calm I guess?”

“Sounds good”, Lily agreed.

“How about Shattered Slabs? Not very crowded, I’d say,” Matt suggested.

“Okay okay, solid choice. Let's jump now.”

They both landed in Shattered Slabs and started looting buildings to look for weapons before finding a plan of action.

“Found a green pump shotgun. You need a weapon?” Lily offered.

“Yeah, I'm rocking a grey SMG but I'll take it.”

“Here you go. Now let's push towards the circle.”

As they did so, they unfortunately encountered an enemy duo.

“Matt! Matt! Watch out! Right in front of us, two guys.” Lily warned the boy on the other side of the screen.

“Got it, don't worry. I take left. You focus on the right.”

“Okayy.”

Lily was glad that Matt was careful of his surroundings and able to act in semi stressful situations. Even though she realised he wasn’t much of a talker when playing, she liked that he would still reply to her. Lily was someone who could get really excited regarding video games but she didn’t mind that Matt was more on the calm and reserved side.

They thus engaged in a brief firefight and successfully managed to eliminate the enemies. After that, they decided to continue moving towards the centre of the map, which led them to encountering more opponents along the way.

“Incoming, I'll flank from the right. Cover me!” Matt exclaimed as he was being surprised by an enemy.

“Go for it. I'll keep them distracted.”

Due to their quick and efficient teamwork, they successfully eliminated the threat. As they approached the final circles, the tension was building up.

“Only two squads left. Stay sharp.”

“Damn I've never done a victory royale with someone or with Alex. She sucks a bit and my random teammates always sucked too.” Lily was getting impatient about finally winning a game, thanks to her new teammate and friend.

“First time for everything,” Matt shrugged as he was used to achieving a victory royale either alone or in teams.

The final battle unfolded and after a fierce fight, they eventually emerged victorious.

“We did it! Victory Royale! Yaaay!”

“Good game. Let’s do another one,” Matt suggested as he was getting more into playing with Lily.

A matching smile appeared on both of their faces at the thought of coordinating strategies and sharing victorious moments together. The familiar sound of gunfire could be heard in their headphones while the virtual landscapes kept moving before them, thus creating a digital realm where teamwork and skill merged seamlessly.

~~~

After a couple of games, Matt and Lily were unknowingly sharing things about their personal lives as they were more easily winning each game and therefore didn’t have to focus as much as before on the other players.

“No, yeah and like– we couldn’t not go see them on tour you know?” Lily mindlessly asked as she was shooting someone from afar.

“Sounds fun honestly,” Matt replied. “I hope you guys have a good time.”

“Yep, thanks. And thanks for saving my ass just now.”

Lily, as she was telling Matt about how she was going to a 5 Seconds of Summer concert for the US leg of their tour, was getting easily distracted. She couldn’t be blamed though because in her opinion, Matt was someone you could trust very quickly. She found peace in talking to him as he was a pretty good listener who would occasionally share a thing or two about his own life.

As the duo managed their fourth victory of the night – Lily had absolutely lied when she told Alex she would go to bed after an hour, the girl let her eyes wander to her window whose curtains weren’t closed yet and were letting some faint light enter her room: the city lights from afar were almost looking like distant glowing stars.

“Wait, be right back. Give me two minutes before starting a new game.”

“Ok,” Matt simply replied as he didn’t mind a small break.

Lily had realised that the sky was the complete opposite of cloudy and that she could see the moon. Grabbing her phone from her nightstand as she knew her camera had no battery left, she shot a dozen of pictures before coming back to her bed.

“Sorry for that, sky looked so pretty I couldn’t resist.” Lily explained to her teammate.

“No problem. Send me a picture, will you? Must be prettier than the sky I have right now.”

“Of course bro, I gotcha.” Lily was looking through her gallery to find the best picture she could send to Matt. “Erm, you know what? I’ll give you my Instagram and you’ll have to wait to see it on there because I think I’ll have to edit a bit. They would’ve looked more accurate with my camera but with my phone the photos are missing something for now.”

“Oh, hmm… yeah, ok. Fine by me”, Matt agreed with the proposition as he took his phone to open the application mentioned by the girl.

Lily then texted Matt with the Instagram user of her photography account, which was mostly filled with pictures of the sun and moon. Unbeknownst to Lily, Matt was quickly changing from his main public account to a second one he had – he didn’t post any picture of his or his brothers’ face on it so he was safe from getting recognised as the account had barely a couple of landscapes pictures, simply acting as a decoy to thrive incognito on social media.

Now following Lily on Instagram, Matt skimmed through her account and realised that she really was the female version of his brother Nick. Indeed, as Lily rambled about editing, Matt carefully listened and noted how passionate she was about photography.

If only one of them knew at the moment that this small interaction would be a turning point in their lives, leading to events none of them could ever imagine happening.

“Hey,” Matt broke the comfortable silence between Lily and him after a few minutes.

“Yeah?” she softly replied.

“My brother just texted me that we have something to do tomorrow morning so I think I’ll go to sleep soon”, Matt explained with an unexpected frown on his face – he realised that he was actually enjoying conversing with Lily and wanted to keep talking to her.

“No worries babe,” Lily let her favourite pet name unconsciously roll off her tongue. “I should too honestly. Even if I don’t have a shift tomorrow, I don’t want to fuck up my sleep schedule.”

“Yeah…” Matt awkwardly replied, not knowing how to feel about ending the conversation.

“Yep…” Lily was definitely experiencing the same thing as she wished she could keep talking to him. “Tonight was fun. I hope we can play together again soon.”

“Me too,” he agreed with her as a smile made its way on his lips before continuing. “We make a pretty good team.”

“Totally. Well then, good night Matt.”

“Good night Lily.”

Thank you for reading. Votes and comments are always appreciated if you like this story :) The story is co-written w @/little_grapejuice on wattpad

[nthee]

love triangles [1]

summary: what happens when two people fall for you at the same time? rivalry, that's what. even the closest of friendships and relationships aren't safe from it.

characters: floyd and jade, riddle and ace

general notes: no gender mentioned (refers to mc as "you" and "prefect"), rivalry, jealousy, a bit of self-deprication in the first part of this post (one sentence only)

author's note: very much inspired by @/kaiijo but i wanted to see some of my own pairings here so i can also get rid of writer's block. i could only do two pairs for now but i have plans on doing the other characters aswell! (please like and reblog, i appreciate it so much <333)

floyd leech vs jade leech

“Page 172, I believe.” Jade quickly scans on his own textbook, nodding when he confirmed it.

You grimaced, sighing as you looked back at your own textbook. “Sorry, Jade. I'm probably weighing you down with this help you're offering.”

“It's no problem, Prefect. I insisted, afterall.”

“Does this come with a price?” you questioned with a laugh, tapping the end of your pencil to your chin rhythmically.

He shook his head. “No. Not this time. My service comes for free.”

Jade scoots over to you afterward with his book in hand. He tucks the dark, stray hair he has behind his ear. “Now, let's start ov—”

“Ah~? Shrimpy! Oh, and Jade!”

Well, twins always find their ways back together... even if the other grimaces at the idea, especially during moments like these.

Floyd makes himself at home beside you, slamming his textbook in a haphazardly manner. “Watcha doin’?” he leans over to check out you and Jade's textbooks.

Jade cleared his throat, doing the same. At that moment, you could only yell in your head about personal space, as the twins pressed harder against your sides. “Well, Floyd, I believe we're... busy, at the moment.”

“Aw, that's no fun, Jade,” he replied, though by now you noticed the... dangerous gleam in their eyes as they spoke to each other, along with the venom in their tones and voices. “Professor Beakfish told me to find some people I can study with. That's fine with you if I join in on this study session, right~?”

It's crazy to believe; Floyd and Jade are almost polar opposites when it comes to personality. But the way Jade sneered and didn't hide his feelings on the matter? It made sense that they're not as different as everyone thought.

Though, that face seemed to mist away as it was replaced with a smile instead. “Of course, Floyd.”

“Ah, you're so kind Jade!” Floyd clapped his hands together, earning some glances from the other students in the library. “I'll be working with Shrimpy and my twin~” he recited in a sing-song manner.

Gulping, you realized just how much hazard this group session was doomed to have.

riddle rosehearts vs ace trappola

You don't have the most keen instincts of course, but you would still notice little things here and there.

And what you've noticed is the Housewarden of Heartslabyul trying to win you over, and his freshman member actively doing the same but failing; Miserably.

Riddle would be a lot moodier when around Ace, that much anyone would know (and everyone pressumed it was normal because well, it's Ace). But only a few would know why.

“Woah! You actually baked one?” you exclaimed, carefully holding the plate of strawberry tart in your palms. You rotated it around, inspecting every little detail.

“Yes, I followed the recipe exactly as Trey gave it.” Riddle sighs a bit. “It was a challenge, but I can reassure you this tart won't taste like the tart I made back then.”

You shiver slightly at the thought of his oyster sauce-tart mishap. “Well, thank you for the tart, and for err... following the recipe, Riddle,” you lift the fork up from the side of the plate, glancing over at him. “Come on, let's eat it together.”

“There's no need, Prefect!”

Another voice was heard, and you see Riddle take a deep breath with a menacing look on his face.

Ace walks over with a plate of, you guessed it, tarts. “Hey, isn't this a coincidence... I made tart too so you don't have to share!”

He urges the plate towards his Housewarden, who glares at him. Still, Ace remains smiling, quietly insisting on taking the plate.

Riddle lets out a sigh in defeat, taking the plate. “You didn't have to, Ace.” he says with gritted teeth.

“Oh, but it's no biggie, housewarden.”

You blink several times, gaze switching back and forth between the two.

“Go ahead, you two eat!” Ace looks over at you and silently waves, walking away afterwards.

“Troublesome, he is,” Riddle commented, already a fork in his hand as he brought the tart to his mouth to taste.

Was it spicy or was he getting red from anger? You couldn't have known as Riddle tried to swallow the bite of tart down. I guess that was respectful, but honestly, you'd rather him spit it out instead of him dealing with it; it looked like it was a terrible tasting tart with that reaction.

“THAT MEDDLER!”

You already knew: Ace deliberately made the tart ugly tasting. He could be laughing to himself by now, hiding.

You sighed, now left alone as the red-haired boy stomped away, yelling at his students to find Ace.

Oh well. You eat the tart Riddle made you. “Riddle! Excellent tart by the way!”

He glances towards you for a moment, face softening and cheeks flushed. “I'm... glad.”

And there he goes back into his search for Ace.

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[polyamorousmood]

I'm open minded about polyamory for other people and even curious about it myself but I feel can't date non-monogamously in my town because

My dad is poly so I'm (perhaps irrationally) worried I'm gonna like accidentally end up in a polycule with my own dad

I haven't had my sexual debut yet and I feel like coming to the table with a lot of sexual experience under your belt is kind of a prerequisite for being accepted in the community unless you're explicitly looking for sexless relationships which I'm very much not, I want to have sex I just haven't yet

Relating to #2. Given my lack of experience I doubt I'll be very good in bed at least at first and I worry that whoever that happens with will be making negative comparisons about me in their head vs other partners of theirs who can do more for them

I'm not 100% sure what this is asking, since there's not a question in here🤨, but I'll take it as a general "what are your thoughts on this situation"-type thing.👍okay co

Tell your dad hi from this blog, that's cool. And! no worries about whether your dad will be chill with the poly stuff or not! so that's nice. I suppose the relationship could get into weird territory, but honestly, most people date mostly their own age, and there's, like, AT LEAST a 15 year age gap between you and your dad (and like probably more but idk your dad's life👀), so it doesn't seem likely, but you can always make it clear you'd want to know at least the identities of the whole polycule if its something you're worried about. That's a totally reasonable standard to hold 🤷‍♀️no biggie.

Idk if its because of your dad's relationship or because of the internet or where exactly you got the idea polyamory is inherently hyper-sexual, but... poly relationships can largely function like mono relationships. Now, people are still worried about the big "virginity" thing in mono relationships, too, don't get me wrong. But frankly? That's all bullshit. In whatever relationship. By and large, people aren't going to be weird about it (and if they're the type of person to be weird about it, probably not a great first experience anyway! So just move on!). In all likelihood, here's how the subject should go. You meet someone 🤝, you go on a date 💐or two🎥. Someone asks what the other person wants from the relationship💗?🍆?, for your piece, you bring up that you're new to the sex stuff but you're looking forward to it (just like you did in this ask) and if you can, provide a rough timeframe (you wanna jump right in? you wanna give it a few more dates? do you wanna try "smaller" things before you jump to Losing Your Virginity™️and whatever that means for you and your orientation?) and then if that person has any reservations they mention it and you guys figure it out. The same conversation in a poly relationship probably includes to what level the rest of the polycule is involved and stuff, but otherwise the process should be about the same whether you're dating a mono or a poly person. If you're "joining a polycule" as in "dating one is dating everyone" (which isn't all of them) then you might have to have this conversation a few times or in some sort of group? But its going to be hard to get into a "dating one is dating everyone" situation without actively trying to, and if you're just "open" to it, I see no reason to try for that lol

Bruh. Listen, babygirl, I get that urge, but your performance matters less if they can be sexually satisfied by someone else. That gives you the ability to completely fuck it up the first couple times without worrying that this person is just stuck in sexual frustration! You're free! 🕊️ Plus, a poly person has more considerations with scheduling time with you than your standard mono person (partner doesn't want them out of the house too much, or no free bed to do stuff in, etc), so things kind of can't move super fast a lot of the time. But also, as someone who is in the game. I'm 🔫shooting completely straight with you by saying there is A LOT more to sex than someone being "technically good" at it. There's affection and mood and kinks and preferences and spit viscosity and-- and most importantly you get something different out of it with everyone. Poly people especially aren't looking for the same thing every time. Sex is really, really, really personalized, and you can't escape that. You won't be able to do everything exactly like that person's other partner(s). But the other partner(s) also won't be able to do things exactly like you. And what you learn that's good for that partner, someone else is going to hate. Send an ask off-anon if you want specifics (promise not to look at your profile, just don't want to give everyone free smut😜😏) but I promise you even the things "everyone likes" has a significant following of people who would just as soon never have that happen to them. Being good at sex is not so much learning specific things and applying them to everyone as it is learning what your partner likes and applying it to them specifically. I prommy. I literally cannot emphasize enough that having had a lot of sex does not make you better at it with a new person. There have been actual studies according to a community college professor I had. ALL you need to worry about at first is communicating what you're comfortable with trying, and making sure your partner's cool. That's it. Everything else will work itself out I SWEAR🙋

If all this is that big a deal just... don't date a poly person. Like you just don't gotta. Easy fix. We're happy to have you if you're here, but its not for everyone and that's fine. Even if you want it eventually, you can semi-casually date mono for awhile first. This is all fine. Quit yo stressin'.

[zarvasace]

The Bet

Gen gen, Time POV but all boys involved, no warnings, 1.8k words. AO3 link here! (and disability AU summary post here!)

What's stronger: a one-armed Twilight or Legend with four power bracelets? Legend, barely. Now, what about a one-armed Twilight or a wheelchair-pushing, blacksmith of a Four? Now, that question requires more thought. And maybe a few rupees laid down. (disability AU! :)

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"We're not being disruptive, are we, ma'am?" Time asks quietly, sliding over a few rupees before picking up the rattling tray of bottles.

The older bartender winks at him and sweeps the rupees off into her hand in a practiced motion. The money disappears into her apron somewhere. "Not at all, sweet. Nice to have a bunch of people in here to make the place a bit more lively. Regulars don't mind none, either." 

Time smiles back. "I'll make sure the boys calm down and get to bed before too long."

"Much appreciated."

He carries the tray of milk bottles back to the pushed-up tables that the group has taken over, and sets it next to the tray of used dishes, carefully out of Hyrule's personal space. Legend perches on a bench across from Twilight. He leans over the table with his left hand clutched in Twilight's as they push against each other. He wears several glittering bracelets over his usual golden cuff, and is doing much better than the first time he'd arm-wrestled Twilight, a little while ago. 

"Come on, Legend," Sky says, standing at the edge of the table. He's been responsible for refereeing, and Wind is all but jumping up and down next to him, calling out the play-by-play for anyone who's not actively watching, which is mostly just Time and Hyrule. 

"Twi shifts his elbow but the competition is still locked! Oh, oh, is that a hair of an advantage for Legend? Nope, Twi comes back! Come on, Legend, this is embarrassing!" 

"Why are you cheering for him?" Twilight complains through gritted teeth. His forehead shines with sweat. "He has magic items!" 

Wild laughs and nudges a bottle of milk into Hyrule's hand. "Exactly. Legend has, what, four of those strength-enhancing bracelets on that everyone seems to have except for me, no I'm not bitter, and he's still not winning against you!" 

"Ah, screw this," Legend says, and heaves one last time. He manages to knock Twilight's arm over enough that Twilight can't recover. The back of his hand hits the table.

"Legend wins that one." Sky smiles. "Eventually."

'Very impressive,' Warriors adds. 'On Twilight's part, of course.'

Legend grimaces and shakes out his hand, then rolls his shoulder back. "I can pick up boulders with the Titans, Twi, Din's dandruff. Can you pick up buildings with your bare hands?" 

"Never tried," Twilight laughs. He stretches out his arm, too. "I mean, it's nothing unusual. I've been goat-throwing since I was young."

Time shrugs and passes down a few bottles of milk for those at that end. "Your strength could be a touch supernatural, pup."

Twilight rolls his eyes at Time. "I doubt it."

"Okay, now I'm dying to know. Twilight, come over here," Four calls from the other end of the table.

With a baffled frown, Twilight moves to comply, and Four takes one step out of his chair to settle on the table bench. Time realizes what he's going for and moves a few empty bottles out of the way to give them room. 

Four's eyes narrow as he looks at the table, and he reaches back into one of the bags hanging from his chair to grab a thick book. He plops it on the table, sticks his left elbow on top, and looks at Twilight expectantly. 

"Oh," Twilight says, the light going off. "You sure?" He still takes the spot, though, and grabs Four's left hand in his own. 

"Of course I'm sure. Your hand is sweaty, ew." Four still smiles, though, the expression copied across every other face hovering around. Time feels the same smile on his own lips, irrepressible. 

"I've been arm-wrestling everyone, I'm not apologizing." Twilight glances at Sky for the signal to start, looking far more cocky than Time thinks he should. 

Wind leans over the other end of the table. "Oh, now this is one I wanna see."

"Me too," Hyrule says, to the snorts and eye rolls that his casual jokes always engender. 

Time notices Legend next to him nudging Warriors with his elbow. "Bet?" Legend mutters. 

Warriors hesitates, squints at Four and Twilight arguing a little over the book under Four's elbow, then gives Legend a considering nod. His signs are small when he agrees. 'Twilight. It would be stupid to bet against him, after what he did to you.'

Legend snorts softly and pulls out a few rupees. "Yeah, but you haven't seen Four in the forge. I'm betting on him."

With a short laugh, Warriors matches the bet with rupees of his own, smiling as if to say that Legend is making a long bet. Time waits a moment, then hands a few gems off to Legend under the table. 

"Sky will declare it a tie," Time whispers under Wild's laugh. Warriors gives him a look but doesn't protest, probably seeing Time's contribution as more for him.

"I look forward to being twenty-three rupees richer." Legend dumps the pile into a bag he pulls out of nowhere, and sets it innocently on the table. Hyrule raises his eyebrows—of course he noticed—but doesn't say anything. 

Whatever issues Four and Twilight had have been argued out, and Sky briefly looks at the ceiling in fond exasperation. Then he looks back down, nods, and starts it off. 

"Go."

The two hands clasped in the middle don't move much at first. Four's and Twilight's faces twist a little as they push against each other. Time hums, a little impressed with their concentration. The arm wrestles have all been casual, but his boys are competitive, and the winner matters. Everyone goes quiet as they watch. 

For a solid few seconds, they're evenly matched. Twilight gains a few inches, but Four comes back a few seconds later with the force required to make them even. He can't quite get past there, though, and he's visibly straining more than Twilight is. 

The boys start egging one or the other on, sometimes both. A well-timed joke about dog breath on Legend's part makes Twilight laugh and lose a bit of pressure. Legend gets Warriors's elbow in his side for that. Twilight recovers, though.

Four's free hand clenches into a white-knuckled fist and lifts above the table a bit as he tries to stop himself from using it for a small advantage. His concentration face is a bit terrifying, really, he's glaring into Twilight's eyes like he's taken offense with his very soul. Twilight manages to keep a smile on his own face, somehow. 

As the seconds tick by, even Legend is starting to look a little scared. Having one member stronger than several power bracelets is one thing, but two? Doesn't Four have power bracelets of his own? Time makes a mental note to never get on either boy's bad side. 

The tension peaks, like egg whites whipped into shape for something delicious. Time tastes victory as Sky looks unsure and opens his mouth.

That, of course, is when the side of the inn explodes into slivers and gravel.

Time wraps his fingers around the hilt of his sword on reflec, and notices most of the others doing the same. They've been relaxing, but they've all learned the benefit of being constantly prepared. Four, facing the wall that burst, takes advantage of Twilight's confusion to slam their hands down, technically winning. Sky doesn't notice, though, and as several monsters step past the wreckage to wade inside, they're all too concerned with fighting to worry about the arm wrestling contest. 

With the power bracelets he's still wearing, Legend uses an entire table like a club to stun a moblin. Twilight kicks aside the rubble to help pull out one of the tavern patrons who'd been in the blast zone, and Hyrule helps him, using healing potions as a cover for using a few motes of magic, nothing extravagant. The man seems to be okay. 

There are enough monsters to keep them all busy for a little while. It's a bit cramped in here, but Time has his smaller sword, and the others are pretty aware of the space. Wild and Hyrule tend to go a bit wide when they fight, but Hyrule's focused on helping the other patrons out of the danger, and Wild chose a shortspear to keep with him. Behind them all, Four has pushed himself to the tabletop and sits there with his tiny crossbow, not doing much damage but keeping monsters distracted with slivers of bolts stuck in their eyes and throats. 

They're effective, if perhaps a little destructive. At least none of them are severely injured. When the last monster falls and turns to dust, leaving behind some equipment and bloodstains, Time looks around at the jagged glass and splintered stools and hides a wince. He drops his blackened sword off at the table and heads to the intact bar to find the bartender. 

She's hiding behind the bar, a broken bottle in her hand and a spark in her eyes that tells Time she would have fought if she had to. He confirms that the fight is over, apologizes profusely for the damage and the disturbance, and Wild helpfully hands over a fistful of gems. The bartender looks a bit more friendly after that. 

After patching up the wall with canvas tarps and setting things to rights as best they can, Time herds everyone toward the stairs. Four takes Twilight's offer of a ride on his back, and Hyrule makes sure Legend can make it. Wind is slow, going up the stairs one at a time, and he stops near the top as if struck by lightning. 

"Hey!" he says, and the tone makes more than one person pause in alarm. "What about the arm wrestle? Who won?" 

"I think Four did, at the end," Legend says with an arm over Hyrule's shoulders. He says it casually. Too casually. 

'The distraction was unfair, though,' Warriors shoots back, turning around before heading into one of the rooms they'd booked. 'Twilight would have won.' 

"Would he have?" Time asks mildly. Legend shoots him a vitriolic glare. 

Sky laughs, the sound soaked and reflected by the warm wood around them. "Let's just call it a tie, then."

"Until next time, rancher," Four says from his spot on Twilight's back, and Twilight grins in return. 

Warriors sighs, but elbows Legend again, who pulls out the bag of bet rupees and all but throws it at Time. 

"Hey, you were betting without me?" Wind asks, his voice climbing. 

"Next time, sailor," Time promises with a pat to Wind's shoulder as he passes. 

Warriors's face darkens in outrage. 'Next time nothing, Time! Don't teach him that!'

"As if he doesn't already know!"

"I'm right here!"

"Goodnight," Twilight says, his voice barely holding laughter back.

[be-ready-when-i-say-go]

May I ask for a Male reader who's introducing Eddie to his mom for the first time and the mom is a lot like Eddie so they get along well, but then she catches Eddie and reader making out and about to get steamy? Sub reader if possible please!

I'll do my best fo you my dear.

Eddie Munson x Male Reader. It doesn't get "steamy" steamy, but Eddie definitely knows how to get his way.

Send me request here! Currently writing for Eddie Munson. I write for a variety of reader inserts (male, female, gender neutral, POC too).

Feel free to look through my masterlist here!

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You weren't Eddie's opposite--as in you were pastels, pop, and popular. But you and Eddie clearly stood on different ends of the outcast spectrum. That is until you compliment the Dio vest. It's a simple simple compliment as well--a quick, Cool vest but it's all Eddie needs to start paying attention to you. He went out of his way to ask you to sit with him and his friends at lunch after realizing you sat just four tables behind them and usually alone as you poured over a book or scratched down notes and drawings.

When you threw out questions about the campaign even though you weren't actively playing, Eddie swore in that Hawkins High cafeteria he was going to fall in love even if he didn't want it. Lunches together turned into hanging out at his trailer, which turned into going to the movies which turned into laying out on Lover's Lake, which turned into you inviting Eddie over for dinner to meet your mother.

"You want me to meet your mom?" Eddie asks, his arm thrown over your shoulders.

You nod, leaning in a little closer to Eddie's embrace. The TV still chatters away in front of you, blue and yellow hues dancing over the two of you. You two had been doing homework but it quickly ended when Eddie declared he was bored and clicked on the TV. Given it was a Saturday it wasn't that bad of a thing. You had been trying to help Eddie get into the habit of giving at least one hour on Saturdays to his makeup work, so he wasn't scrambling to do it all on Sundays.

"Please, Eds, " you tack on. "She's looking forward to meeting you actually. She'll like you."

Eddie almost wants to scoff. He almost wants to say that you're just saying that to make him feel better and give into the ask. Not that Eddie won't give in, but he doesn't need the pity. "Parents don't really like me. They tolerate me sure."

He thinks back to the brief relationship in his freshman year. Entirely brief and the whole time though he'd always been a gentleman, Eddie had been tolerated. He came over with flowers for both his partner and the mother--a forced thanks. He was respected every rule about them staying at his partner's place, they stayed downstairs, they watched TV or played a few board games. When he did take them outside of the house, he respected curfew.

But it only lasted a few weeks, maybe long enough to count to months, and then Eddie got the news, You're sweet. But my parents, they're concerned.

"I think you'll be shocked," you snort and then snuggle back into his side.

Eddie glances over to you. The thing that would shock Eddie would be nothing sort of a miracle.

Eddie doesn't believe in prayers, or greater beings in a religious sense. But when he knocks on the door the next day, and sleeve of tattoos greets him beneath the rolled up sleeves of the white long sleeve Eddie thinks miracles are answered prayers even if he's never uttered once since he was twelve.

"You must be Eddie!" The voice is chipper and the woman extends out her hand.

Eddie shakes it, mouth gaping like a fish. His brain can't quite compute and then he realizes he's holding out the hands with the flowers to shake and immediately switches. "Sorry! Hi, yes, I'm Eddie."

"C'mon in. We still got a little bit until dinner's ready--so sorry for the delay."

Eddie nods as he crosses the threshold. "No worries, ma'am. I understand." Eddie holds out the flowers as he closes the door behind himself. "These are for you."

"Thanks, sweetheart. We're just in the kitchen." Eddie follows behind and thinks he had to hallucinate the tattoos. Yeah it's all a hallucination. As he follows behind, the kitchen opens up to the sight of you in a button up, standing over the stove, and something catches just a little in the light. Eddie turns to the brightness and sees something silver in the top of your mother's ear. Perhaps the tattoos aren't an hallucination. Eddie risks a glance back down and they they sit, in vibrant colors.

"I-I hate to ask, but where did you get the ink?"

"Oh, god, got it years ago at this point. Down in Indy. The shop is still up and running actually. You looking something?"

Eddie shrugs. "Maybe, once money gets right. My current ones I love them, but I didn't exactly get them done professionally."

She laughs. "No worries. I am not the tattoo police. But if you ever want the name later on, just let me know."

"Thanks-thanks. I'll let you know if it becomes feasible. Do-do you all need an extra pair of hands?" Eddie asks, slipping a little closer to you. Your mother shakes her head, noticing how Eddie's creeping closer. She only grins and then turns to get the flowers settled. In the momentary distraction, Eddie presses a kiss to your cheek.

You get the sauce stirred one more time before turning to Eddie. You press a chaste kiss to his lips and reach for his hands. A couple fingers are bandaged up. "What happened?" you ask, bringing the covered digits to your lips briefly.

"Went a little too hard on a riff. I'm okay." Even though Eddie had spent years with the steel strings of his guitar, occasionally they did get the best of him even still. You give them another kiss and look over to your mother.

"Did I tell you Eddie plays, Ma?"

She shakes her head. "I don't think you did, hon. Bass, I hope," she teases.

You laugh, looking over to Eddie who's face holds his shock clear. "Ma plays the bass. SHe wants everyone to get in on it."

"Hey, you have no rhythm without the bass. So what do you play, Eddie?"

"N.J. Warlock," Eddie answers a bit sheepish. It's not usually his nature to be shy about it. But he's still trying to process the conversation he's even having right now. How had you never mentioned your mother playing bass? How hadn't you mentioned the tattoos? Your mother is undeniably cool, even metal if Eddie wanted to be fully honest. But he was so ready for this dinner to be the stuffer than his Sunday and funeral dress shirts.

By the time the food is done, and you three are all ready to eat, Eddie and your mom are chatting up a storm about guitars and that leads into discussions about music. It leads to Eddie discovering your mother's collection of metal and rock vinyls. You can only smile watching the way they're at ease with each other.

Seated next to Eddie, you place your hand on his knee and without missing a beat, he takes your head. "You okay, babe?" he asks, thumb stroking over your hand.

You nod. "Perfect." And you are, you're just so glad they're getting along.

You and Eddie volunteer to wash dishes. Eddie insists that he needs to do something to make up for such a great home cooked meal. And your mother lets it go without too much fuss. You start collecting plates and Eddie follows behind you back to the kitchen. "You did not tell me your mom was this cool," Eddie laughs.

"I wanted you to see for yourself. You wouldn't have believed me."

Eddie hooks a finger into the back pocket of your jeans, pulling you backwards from the sink. "So I might have let previous experiences have too much stake. But I'm glad I agreed."

His lips brush over your neck and your eyes flutter close at the feeling. "The closest thing I'll get you to saying I'm right."

Eddie's laugh is soft. "Not the only time you'll get this close." Eddie wraps his arms around your waist, fingers working to slip the rings off. "And I'm washing, sweets. You're drying."

"You don't get to boss me around in my house," you huff. "Besides your fingers are still bandaged."

"I think I do," Eddie teases. He drops his rings into your front pocket and then takes you by the hips top move out of the way of the sink. You hate him but you love it, as you feel the blood rushing and desire swirling in your lower stomach.

You manage to push him out of the way. "You dry because of your injury, bub."

"If you're going to be mean, the least I could get is a kiss," he pouts, taking the towel you hold out.

"You're right, lover. How dare I be so mean without a treat?"

Eddie doesn't wait for more before he cups your jaw and slots his lips around yours. He presses into your chest, taking in the smell of your cologne. You hum at the feeling, trying not to get too lost into the feeling of Eddie's strong grasp on your hips. You're sure, vaguely of aware of the sounds of your lips parting and meeting again, that you two are going to get caught but you don't really care.

"Whoops," your mother laughs.

By the time you blink back to reality, Eddie's in front of the sink, slipping hands into the yellow gloves your mother keeps at the sink. You huff, cheeks hot at being caught, but also Eddie using your weakness against you.

"Fuck you Munson," you mutter stealing the towel off his shoulder.

"Maybe later?" he teases.

"As long as there is lube, please," your mother interjects. You groan at her joke. Eddie cackles in your ear.