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muthaz-rapapa · 4 years

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They announced Precure 2021!!

Tropical Rouge! Precure. It will be a tropical/ocean theme and I believe it will have either a 4 team cures (pink, blue, yellow/orange and teal) or a duo with a red cure as a sixth ranger. What are your opinions/theories?

Oh shit, it is that time again, isn’t it? I totally forgot with how screwy year this year has been. ANN didn’t even mention anything. (@_@ ;;)

Well, anyways, since the trademark is out, speculation is all fair game until December or whenever we get the next messy quality leaks at the soonest.

Before that though, I just want to comment about the HealPre movie poster:

I really like the kimono design integrated into the magical girl outfit. Seriously, I wished they could’ve saved this idea for a full-cour season instead of using it as a movie-exclusive form. That would’ve been awesome~ && imagine the crazy hair but decorated with kanzashi. *sigh* <33 ...only in my dreams, I guess. T_T

Other than that, I am also psyched for the (random) return of the Yes 5 girls. I have no idea what they’re doing here but hey, the Maho girls saved the KiraPre movie for me with their cameos so I’m totally cool with Yes 5 dropping in all badass if HealPre’s movie ends up being just so-so.

Alright, now that that’s out of the way...

Precure 2021, otherwise known as

TROPICAL ROUGE! PRECURE

...admittedly, it’s not the weirdest title we’ve ever gotten but still, Toei at it again with its obsession over weird 3-4ish syllable salads. Ah, how I miss the times when we can just attach one simple word before “Pretty Cure” and that would’ve been enough. :P

Also, how the hell are we going to shorten this? TroPre? TropicPre? ToRuPre? PikaRuPre? Too long! Why must you make the little things so difficult, you bastards?!?! (ꐦ ಠ皿ಠ )

*cough*

Judging by the title, we’re probably all correct in guessing one of its motifs will concern the ocean and when most of us think “tropical” mixed in with Precure, the first image that pops up would be Aloha Precure:

[ Hey girls, how you doin’? ^^ ]

But for me? My first thought was this:

SHUT UP.

LET ME HAVE MY BEVERAGE-BASED MAGICAL ISLAND IDOL TRIO REALITY AND LET ME DIE HAPPY THERE!

I LOVE YOU TEA DRINKYUN, SODA DRINKYUN, JUICE DRINKYUN!!!!!

xDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD

But in all seriousness, we’re likely not going to have these two as the protagonists because

1) They’re not Japanese or Japan-based.

2) They’re from a different Precure season altogether.

3) This is Toei we’re talking about. Looking at how one-shot Sunset and Wave were, do you really think they would go ahead on a tropics theme with any interest in anything outside just the aesthetics/marketing appeal of it? Uh, sadly, NO.

So sorry to dash your hopes if you had any but even if we are lucky enough to get a main Cure who is of Polynesian descent, we probably won’t be spending parts of the season actually exploring their ethnic background.

Though I’d still hold on to the possibility of Aloha Precure maybe getting a cameo. And more importantly, getting another dark-skinned Cure who isn’t just tan from staying out in the sun too long because I really, really, really want that, too! (>.<)

Ok, ok, back to motifs and themes.

So ocean. And there’s a seashell symbol in the logo so when we think of those things, we think of mermaids (and therefore, Cure Mermaid).

[...y’know, I’m starting to believe they’re just basing all the new seasons on the Go!Pri cast like StarPre for Twinkle. Heartcatch, however, pre-existed Flora so I don’t know where that stands but all that’s left would be Scarlet so I guess Precure 2022′s either going to take place in Hell or somewhere freezing like a mountain YES, WE’RE GONNA FIGHT ELSA! >:D or the north/south poles]

Chances of one of the Cures being a mermaid then? Maybe even the midseason one? Pretty damn high.

Chances of the magical items having something to do with pearls? Feels a little like Mermaid Melody but as long as they don’t throw any blatant idol tendencies in my face, I’m good.

Chances of TroPre (name pending) actually focusing on the nature of the ocean and taking time to explain in depth its sealife, ecosystems and the man-imposed problems that exist within it? *BIG SIGH*

Honestly, as much as I would love for Precure 2021 to branch out from what HealPre started with its health/environment approach (which was quite the disappointing cop-out but that’s a discussion for another place and time), I doubt we’re going to get that no thanks to the commercialization aspect of it.

And I don’t blame the writers (entirely), I blame their higher-ups who probably meddle with the story and demand for more cutesy, pointless fillers instead because y’know, toy sales first, unfortunately. :P

But ok, even if I don’t get the science side of it, that doesn’t mean it won’t be enjoyable. But with only just a logo to go off on atm, it’s hard to predict what we’re really in for next year.

Except for the fact that we can already tell how many starter Cures we’ll be getting.

[Sorry it took so long to get to this part, anon]

Pink is a no brainer, there can’t be a Precure season without a Pink lead (bah).

And look at how solid the azure/blue and teal/green is. Those are locked in for sure (HURRAH! ANOTHER GREEN CURE~! xD).

Now yellow...or is that orange? Personally, I think it’d be great if they dropped the Yellow Cure this year and gave it to the Pink Cure as a sub-color instead because unlike the blue and teal katakana, the pink/yellow/orange ombre of the bottom line is not as distinct from one another as the former are. But I doubt it because when you say “tropic” you think of “sun” too so can’t be without the yellow Cure, after all. Ugh.

Finally, there’s that striking red at the end of “Rouge” that looks like what would happen if an exclamation mark and a sea slug had a baby together and put an obnoxious bow on it. :S

With “rouge” in the title [sorry, not you Rin-chan but hey, Rin-chan~! :D], it seems we’re pretty much guaranteed a red Cure as well. I just hope she gets a more creative name than just a synonym of the color red because while “Cure Crimson” cue JoJo jokes I don’t understand sounds cool, it’s lazy. (-_- ;;)

So in total, a maximum of 5 Cures. No, I will not be leaving room open for a possible 6th one cuz that is just one too many Cures and we don’t need that. WE. DON’T.

As for anon’s theory on a duo team with the Red Cure as the sixth (you actually meant third, right?) ranger...really, I’d much prefer a smaller team. I love the idea of starting the season with just a pair of Cures like the good old days. I love the idea of both of them having two theme colors (pink/yellow and blue/green) each instead of one. I’d look forward to a midseason Cure this time because the chemistry would actually be more manageable to work with and develop when it’s not such a huge crowd. So that the new girl doesn’t have to go through all her members like required shifts instead of having more organic interactions with them.

...but that’s just my hope. I know as much as the next person on what Precure 2021′s gonna be like which is pretty much “nothing at all”. *shrug*

We’ll see.

#ok now i rly gotta go to sleep cuz i've got hotpot and shopping i need to do tmwr @.@#replies #precure 2021 #tropical rouge! precure #healin good precure #tropical rouge precure

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ehstarwar · 4 years

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flesh stays no farther reason (2/6)

It takes three weeks for him to contact her again.

A one word text after only one night of fucking (albeit, glorious, life-altering, religion-defying fucking) shouldn’t make her heart flutter the way it does now.

Five times Ben looks for Rey and the one time she finds him.

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 4.7K

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rank sweat of an enseamed bed

It takes three weeks for him to contact her again.

She’s just gotten home from what is, quite possibly, the most draining shift she’s had this year, when the notification brightens her phone, and subsequently, her day.

From u/KyL0_R3N

Hi.

A one word text after only one night of fucking (albeit, glorious, life-altering, religion-defying fucking) shouldn’t make her heart flutter the way it does now.

From u/R3yoflight

hey

From u/KyL0_R3N

How have you been?

From u/R3yoflight

good, for the most part

work sucks, but thats just the way it goes ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

hbu?

meeting go well??

From u/KyL0_R3N

I’m glad you’re doing good. Sorry about work.

I know how that can be, unfortunately.

The meeting did go well. Thank you for asking.

I’m sorry I didn’t call you after our night together.

Rey stares down at her phone, not knowing how to respond.

The morning after their night together was a point of contention in Rey’s mind. On one hand, it was a hook-up. An old-fashioned, wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am hook-up that just so happened to be between two thoroughly compatible people. They had barely even talked to one another. She hadn’t made fun of his stupid, clearly made-up name, hadn’t teased him for his large ears that she found too endearing, she hadn’t even gotten his actual phone number.

But… it was so, so sweet.

The way he had handled her was not that of an impassive man looking to get off and get going. It was of someone who knew how to take care of another, who wanted to take care of her. The gentleness of his lips from the last time they kiss will forever be burned into her brain.

Part of her had expect get a call the next day, with Kylo confessing that he had the same butterfly feeling she did. After a few days past and she hadn’t received so much as a new post alert on reddit from him, she decided to push back the feelings into a tight corner of her mind that was slowly filling up with emotions she wasn’t ready to unpack.

From u/R3yoflight

it’s nbd, i know how hook-ups go

don’t feel bad

From u/KyL0_R3N

I think it is a big deal, but I know what you mean.

I would like to see you again.

Would you like to see me?

Would she? Would she even survive being with Kylo Ren again?

Rey decides its all comes down to attitude, and she’ll go in with a better one this time.

From u/R3yoflight

yeah, i would

u have another big meeting u need to prep 4?

It takes him a whole 10 minutes to respond, a first for him.

From u/KyL0_R3N

Sure.

What about the 8th?

Does that work for you?

From u/R3yoflight

i work the 7th and the 8th, but the hotel we

were at last time is p close to my job

i could meet you there and just pack stuff

for work

From u/KyL0_R3N

We can do another date so you don’t have to do that.

From u/R3yoflight

nah

i don’t want u to have to move ur meeting

so im good if ur good

From u/KyL0_R3N

Of course.

I’m good, too.

From u/R3yoflight

🤗🤗🤗

Rey bounces the ball of her foot on the hard concrete beneath her, watching the clock with rapt attention. The minutes seem to slow the further she got into the day, making the last hour and a half feel like an eon. Plutt had already barked at her to make herself useful somewhere, but there’s only so much to do when they’re down cars for the day.

The moment the clock strikes 5:30, Rey is out of the shop like a bat out of hell. She thinks about stopping in some bathroom and changing into a skirt or dress or at least some clean underwear, but she can’t bring herself to waste that much time.

She want’s to see Kylo. Desperately.

The wall she’d constructed around all her curiosities from their last meeting had come crumbling down with the promise of a second one, and this time, she was determined to know a little bit more about the man in question.

He’d sent her the room number a few hours ago, letting her know to meet him there whenever she got off work. Her mind had already begun reeling in the possibilities of tonight by that point, and it only added gas to the flame.

There’s a thin sheen of sweat on her forehead when she walks into the lobby, and a few things become apparent at once.

One, the hotel is full to the brim with people who look like they make in an hour what she makes in 5 years.

Two, she absolutely should have taken the time to change into something that wasn’t the grease-stained overalls that had seen much better days, probably long before she’s fished them out of a bin at the goodwill.

Three, the doorman (with white gloves) looked moments away from calling the cops on her.

“Excuse me, miss,” the doorman says, walking up to Rey. She gulps and prays with every fibre in her being that he’ll just inform her she dropped something and let her go on her merry way. “May I ask if you’re staying at this establishment?” His tone isn’t accusatory… yet.

“Um… sort of? I’m meeting someone,” She explains. A few of the posh guest are trying to remain inconspicuous as they attempt to hear what’s going on. It makes her cheeks burn red.

“Ah, well, the bar is downstairs and… there is a dress code.”

Rey has felt small plenty of times before in her life. This is nothing new.

“He’s in his- our room, already,” She tells him, keeping her eyes on the doorman and actively ignoring the now-open stares of the lobby. The doorman’s eyes narrow.

“Why don’t you check in with the front desk to make sure you have the correct room number, shall we?” Without waiting for her response, the man moves his arm and begins walking her to the far end of the lobby, where beautiful women in black blazers stare on at her.

“I really don’t think that’s necessary. I’ll just call Kylo and tell him I can’t-“”

“I beg your pardon?” The blood runs out of the face of the doorman. “What did you say your friend’s name was?”

“Kylo. He’s upstairs but I don’t want to bug-”

“My apologies, Miss. I had no idea that Mr. Ren was expecting guest. Allow me to escort me to your suite-”

“That’s really not necessary. I’ll just go now-”

“Rey?”

Her whole body freezes as his voice cuts across the lobby. She doesn’t turn to look at him, instead still focusing on the now queezy-looking doorman. She feels his presence come up beside her, and the warm, large hand come to rest on her lower back.

“Is everything alright?” He asks.

The doorman looks at her with wide eyes and a pleading stare.

“Everything was fine, I was just coming upstairs.” The lie rolls off her tongue and she hopes she sounds convincing. Rey finally glances upwards to look at Kylo, maybe to flash him an ill-advised smile and silently say ‘lets go please.’

It is striking just how beautiful he is, especially after so long without seeing him. His hair looks even more perfect now than she was remembering it, but Rey assumes that her imagination will never quite compete with the real thing.

“You we’re taking a while and I got nervous. I’m glad I came down when I did.” His eyes shoot over to the doorman who looks moments away from passing out, so she acts quickly.

“Well, I’m here. Let’s get going, please.” Rey takes both her hands and pushes against the solid bark that is his chest, and Kylo eventually complies, but still sending a death glare the the rest of the hotel staff.

When she’s finally pushed them into the elevator and they’re blessedly alone, Rey takes a deep breath of relief. For as poorly as that interaction went, it could’ve gone much worse.

“What did he say to you?”

Kylo’s voice is low and sends the wrong kind of nervousness to her gut.

“He was just making sure I was in the right place. He had every right to ask what I was doing here. I mean, I know how I’m dressed and how I look, so if we could just move on-“”

“No one should speak down to you, no matter how you’re dressed, Rey. It isn’t okay.”

“But it is!” She snaps. “Because I know people in the service industry are just doing what their told and that guy is probably underpaid as is and his boss would have reprimanded him if he’d said nothing, so it’s fine!”

Kylo stays silent beside her and she can’t bring herself to look at him. The elevator takes it’s time, crawling to their floor, but blessedly does not stop to board anyone else.

“You were going to leave, weren’t you?” He asks, voice suddenly much smaller than it was a moment ago.

“I just don’t want to be a problem for anybody. For you, for the doorman, for… I probably should leave, even now,” Rey admits. For an evening she was so looking forward to, it really is going sour.

Rey feels a hand come around her cheek and gently guide her to look up at him. His expression is softer now and his lips have that delicious pout that she should absolutely not be thinking about kissing right now.

“You’re not a problem.”

Kylo stares down at her with such intensity, she thinks she’ll melt right then and there.

The elevator chime breaks them from their reverie and Kylo steps out into the hallway. He holds his hand out for her, looking at her with a question. Giving her an option. You can go back down and leave right now and just remember Kylo Ren fondly for the rest of your life or you can go with him right now and see whatever else this bizarre experience will give to you, her mind says.

Rey makes up her mind and takes his hand.

She’s on him the moment he closes the door behind them. No warning, no hesitation; just Rey pouncing on Kylo. She kisses him so deeply, the way she’s thought about for the last 3 and a half weeks, that she can feel it in her toes. For his part, Kylo doesn’t seem all that surprised. He scoops her up in his arms the moment she’s between them, making Rey’s heart flutter.

He holds her up, not pinned to anything and just lets her make out with him. Suspended in air, only holding onto him, hands touching any part of him she can reach; it’s delicious.

“We should… go to… the bed…” He says between kisses. Rey whines into his mouth (why, she’ll never know).

“No… here…” She breaths against his lips.

Kylo immediately lowers them to the floor, and holds himself above her. The carpet is plush against her back and is almost softer than the old futon she’s been using as a bed for the last few years.

“You… deserve a bed…” He says, while quickly undoing the buttons to her overalls. She’s trying to help him, but her hands get distracted by the growing hardness between his legs.

“What this… here is good…” She tries to say. She’s not sure if this would make sense to anyone outside of the two of them, but she’s can’t care at the moment.

The second the last button comes undone, Kylo focuses on getting her completely bare. He practically rips off every piece of clothing on her body, until she’s left only in her tube socks. When her hands go to take them off, he stops her.

“Leave it,” Kylo orders. Rey feels herself gush.

Once she’s in the perfect state of undress, Kylo doesn’t even bother taking off the rest of his clothes. He just opens his belt and fly, taking out his beet-red cock and pumping it a few times.

“… Missed your cunt…” He says against her lips as he slides the head of his cock over her core. She’s squirming under him, trying to force him to put it inside of her. “… so tight and wet for me…and you’ll just… let me make a mess of it, huh? Let me fuck it ‘till it’s… molded to me… full of my come…”

She arches her back, pressing her chest into the coarse fibers of his shirt. His hands go to hold down her abdomen as he slides himself into her, stretching her out every bit of the way.

The drag of him makes Rey delirious; like Kylo is reaching a part of her that hasn’t existed until he came into her life. If she thought that her body would be more accepting of him since last time, she would be wrong.

“… take me so fucking well, baby…” Kylo breaths, making Rey clench. He whimpers at the sensation. Her hands go up to his neck, one holding him there and the other rubbing the shell of his ear. His whole body trembles beneath her touch. He grips the underside of her thigh, as a warning almost, before pounding into her.

Full force, no hold-backs, pounding her right into the floor. She’s sure he’ll have to tip housekeeping very well this time around.

With every stroke, Kylo make Rey feel split in two. He bumps her cervix more often than not, and her clit rubs deliciously on the metal of his belt buckle. The hard, cold metal feels so good and so rough that Rey is reduced to muffled cries and moans agains his skin.

He bites more hickeys into her chest and shoulders, deeper and harder than the ones last time. Her chest will be covered in purple marks of Kylo for a long time to come and she loves it. Her legs wrap around to his back, squeezing him. His movements become messy and uncoordinated and she knows he’s close, just from the sounds he’s making above her. Rey does nothing to stop her oncoming orgasm, just letting the feeling wash over her as she convulses beneath Kylo.

He with her the next moment, come spilling out of him like the grunts spilling from his mouth. His hips still thrust, harder and more infrequent, like he’s making his final claim on her body. She lets him manhandle her as she feels a warm, sloshing heat in her core.

Kylo rest on top of her as their breathing slows. Rey feels a twinge of carpet burn on her back and her ass but ignores it. Kylo’s hands have found their way to her sides, nearly engulfing her waist. They slide up her arms until they find her hands, and interlocks their fingers together.

He plants warm, wet kisses on her sternum, up her throat, and eventually her lips. Rey smiles into the kiss.

Then, as if called, her stomach growls so loud, Kylo stills. He pulls back to look down at her with a quirked eyebrow. She bites her lip and her cheeks would be red from embarrassment if they weren’t already red from their fucking.

“… would you like dinner?” He asks. She nods.

The wet ends of her hair tickle the back of neck, so she pushes it out of the robe. The water pressure in the massive shower was enough for Rey to sell her soul, but the burger she’s currently devouring is coming in at a close second.

After their entryway tryst, Rey had happily jumped into the shower while Kylo had ordered them dinner, assuring her that she could order both the Tomato Bisque and french fries as her side.

When she’d gotten out and into the plush robe, Rey had found Kylo on one side of the bed, some nascar race on the TV, and him biting into his too-raw-for-her-taste steak.

It was a beautiful sight.

She’s sitting at the edge of the bed, Kylo on the other side and a few feet away from her, both watching the television. It’s too quiet for how loud her head is right now, so she can’t help the word vomit that forms.

“What do you mean when you say you’re in tech?” She asks, eyes still on the television screen.

“I work in research and development for a technology company,” he tells her, unhelpfully.

“What does that even mean?” She can’t help but sound exasperated.

“My job is to come up with the next best gadget or update and figure out a way to make it work,” he says as he shifts on the bed. Rey still hasn’t looked at him.

“Must be hard to be successful in that field right now… I mean, First Order pretty much has a monopoly on any techie thing out there.”

Kylo chuckles.

“I wouldn’t exactly say monopoly… but yeah. But I still make do.”

Rey hums while chewing.

“Do you like working at an auto shop?” He asks, after a few moments of silence between them. She shrugs.

“I like fixing things, so that parts nice, but… my boss sucks.”

“Why don’t you go work somewhere else?” Rey can’t stop the sharp ‘ha!’ that escapes her.

“I’m a young, female mechanic, with no higher education degree, who’s immigration status is tenuous at best, who can barely afford her half of a shithole of an apartment. I’m not the bright, shining pupil that most places would want to take on.”

She finally looks back over at Kylo, who seems to be in thought while polishing off the rest of his food.

“If you’re struggling financially, I could-”

She cuts him off. “No. That’s not what this is about.” The burger suddenly taste like ash in her mouth, so she sets the rest of it down. “I make due on my own. I don’t need a… benefactor.” This makes him chuckle, causing Rey to give him an incredulous look.

“Sorry, sorry…” He chuckles, “It’s just… benefactor? I at least think I would be deserving the title of sugar daddy.” Rey rolls her eyes and throws a soggy french fry at him. He catches it and eats it right away.

“I don’t need a benefactor or sugar daddy. But… thank you.”

They fall silent for a while before Kylo gets up and removes the trays from their room. Rey scoots back, laying herself in the middle of the bed between the mountain of pillows. When Kylo returns, he stays at the foot of the bed, watching Rey. They say nothing, just keep heavy eye contact with one another.

Her eyes rake down his form, shirtless with some joggers on. She doesn’t see a band of underwear so she hopes that means he’s going without.

Feeling bold, she pushes herself up and craws her way across the bed to him. When she’s finally in front of him, she goes on her knees so that they’re eye level. Her hands trace the muscles in his arms and chest, dipping down to his toned abdomen. Rey feels his eyes on her face the entire time, but looks down to wherever her hands go to next.

“I didn’t get the opportunity to ride you, last time,” her eyes flick up to his, “I think we should rectify that.”

Kylo doesn’t say anything, just keeps looking at her with that intense gaze that could kill a lesser woman. His hands come up to push the robe off her shoulders, pooling around her calves and revealing her naked body.

His hands brush up her sides as they make their way to her jaw, and when he’s finally got a hold of her, he kisses her. It’s slower than any of the ones they shared earlier, and reminds her of that goodbye kiss from last time; the sweetest nectar that she’ll never be able to perfectly replicate with anyone else.

The kiss deepens and Kylo crawls into bed with her. They move until she’s situated over him, straddling his stomach. His hands kneed her ass, pushing the flesh until she’s sure it’ll bruise. She allows herself to grind on him, making his abs slick with her want. His hands suddenly let go of her, and she feels him go to push off his joggers.

Rey kisses his neck, remembering what he said in all those earlier messages about liking both giving and receiving hickeys. So she bites. He gasps.

When he’s finally naked, Rey reaches around to pull at him. He’s already so hard and dripping that Rey gets a little swell of pride. She takes him in hand once she scoots back, and holds him center with her. She glides down on him, slick enough to take him in one go.

His whole body is flushed, his lips even poutier than normal, his breath coming out in spurts.

“Why… do I aways feel… like you’re holding back… whenever you… get your cock… in me,” She asks between shallow thrust. Kylo tips his head back as his hands go to hold her hips.

“Rey… your cunt… I could fucking come right now. I don’t care if we have sex every day for the next year… your cunt is like a vice. I could come in you right now… fuck…” Rey smiles down at him, proud to see this big man reduced to the puddle he’s currently in. It’s as endearing as it is hot.

She starts to move in earnest, riding him with her whole body. She eats up the sounds he makes, his praises of ‘good girl’ and ‘riding daddy’s cock so well.’

Without her asking, Kylo brings a thumb to her clit, moving in time with her thrust, making her yelp. “Need you… to come… with me…” He breaths. Rey nods as she adjust her angle, making him hit the spot in her that’s guaranteed to get her there in no time.

Her hips can’t keep up with his thrust, so their movement become sloppy, until Kylo takes charge and starts guiding her and slamming up into her.

“… So perfect… riding my cock like a good girl… you’re so fucking hot… like this…” He says, but his praises are lost on her as she’s thrown over the edge. Rey complies into him and Kylo catches her, still pistoling his hips into her. He comes after a few more thrust, biting into her skin like last time.

Rey rides out the last of her orgasm while he’s still pulsing inside of her. Her hands still grip at his shoulders and Kylo wraps his arms around her back and hold her there. She feels the warm rush of fluids dribbling out of her, and Rey knows he can feel his own come dripping back down his cock, but he makes no indication that they need to move.

They stay like this so long, Rey cradled against Kylo’s chest, feeling so safe and warm and wanted, that she falls into the deepest sleep.

She’s groggy when she wakes. Kylo has maneuvered them so that she’s tucked under his arm, halfway covering his torso. He’s snoring lightly and the rise and fall of his chest is oddly soothing. She lays there for a while, hours maybe, but isn’t able to fall back asleep.

Rey busies herself by looking at him unashamedly. Kylo is built, to say the very least. His arms are thick with muscle, and even relaxed, his stomach looks well toned.

Why did he need to post that on reddit? She thinks. He’s beautiful. He could get anyone just off his looks, let alone his wallet.

Eventually he stirs, hands instantly seeking her out, and head going into the crook of her neck and nuzzling there. His hair tickles her, making her giggle lightly against him as he holds her even closer.

“What time is it?” He asks, voice muffled by her skin. She glances at the clock across from her.

“6:27… I’ll need to leave in an hour,” she says. Her voice is quiet and she feels a slight, almost imperceptible shift in his body language. She brings her hands up, running her fingers through his hair, hoping he’ll relax back again.

Neither of them say anything for a while, and it’s becoming very clear that their form of intimacy is best experienced in silence. It should concern her how quickly they’re forming habits. It’s probably one of the first things he wanted to avoid when making that post.

But the sound of soft rain hitting the window, the warmth of the expensive sheets, the feel of Kylo’s body pressed against hers, makes it very hard for Rey to feel sorry for anything.

They shower together, after she came up with some half-hearted excuse that it would save time and water, but he makes no sexual advances on her, so she doesn’t try and pester him. Would it be nice to end their tryst with some wet shower sex or even mutual oral? Sure, but Rey didn’t want to push her luck. She was glad enough to spend this time with him, even if neither of them were getting off.

When they’re both dry and dressed, him in a perfectly tailored suit and her in the same greasy overalls from yesterday, he takes her hand. She had been reaching for her bag, but lost momentum halfway through when he touched her.

“I… don’t want to go another three weeks without seeing or hearing from you again,” he tells her.

“You can call me? I’ll give you my number. I work usually six days a week, but sometimes I’ll have a few days off in a row, so… we can meet up then, if you’re… up for it?” She tells him. Something in his face falls, but she doesn’t quite know where to place it.

“…That would be… yeah. We should exchange numbers.”

He passes him her phone as she does the same, putting in her number with the little purple devil emoji beside it because he probably doesn’t have any emojis in his contacts and she wasn’t him to remember her. Not that she’s overly concerned with that happening, but, it’s always better to be safe.

When they exchange phones again, she looks down to see the contact he’s placed, but looks back up at him, confused.

“Ben Solo… what’s that?”

“Me… well, my real name. I haven’t gone by it in a while but… I just wanted you to know it,” he tells her. Rey’s lips tremble. You are not going to cry because he told you his real name, she chides herself. It is the absolute bare minimum to do, so you will not read into it more than you should.

“Well…” She begins, looking down at the phone again because looking in his eyes is too much right now, “It is a very nice name. Certainly more realistic than Kylo Ren.”

Ben has the wherewithal to look a little sheepish at her teasing. He brings a hand through his hair and smiles at the floor.

“It was something I liked when I was a teenager and became too rebellious for my own good. It was my first aol email,” He says. Rey laughs as she imagines a gangly 13-year-old Ben running home to his computer every day after school and changing his AIM status to some moody-angst ridden lyric of a bad he thought was too cool for mainstream.

When the laughter dies down and Rey is able to look at him without bursting into giggles, she thanks him.

“Thank you for last night. And for… telling me your name.” He smiles at her, and puts a hand on her jaw, tilting her head further up. Before he can bring her into another soul-melting kiss, she speaks again.

“Ben is a very nice name but… I think I prefer calling you daddy.”

His grin is wolfish.

#reylo #rey #kylo ren #ben solo #daisy ridley #adam driver #sw #starwars #fanfiction #fan fic #smut #fluff #fsnfr #chapter 2 #my work

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izzyhunterscar · 4 years

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Kirishima X Reader X Midoriya (DEATHNOTE AU)

Yandere!Izuku X Shy!F!Reader X Yandere!Kirishima (How tf do you spell his name? Eijiro or Eijirou… Wiki says Eijiro but like tons of other things says Eijirou. Help mehhh I'm just going to go with Wiki....)

Quirkless AU, Deathnote AU

Requested by BooksForLifeBowTies

You watched the television eating your favorite snack (f/s). "Blah blah blah, just tell me the dude's name already." Tapping you finger on your death note impatiently. "Dewa Fujio how should you die...you seem kind of old, but they're catching onto my heart attacks...not that they could catch me." You scrawl down his name.

'Dewa Fujio. Trips and cracks his head open.'

"Sweet and simple!" You smile and put your deathnote in your desk under the false bottom of your drawer. "I should probably sleep....or I could grind on some videos games!" You get on your computer and log into your account.

[Welcome to Hero Academy! Please login!

User: (Gamer/name)

Pass: ***************]

[Welcome (G/n)!

Press Tab for stats, I for inventory, and P for teleportation]

You notice that your friends Izuku, Katsuki, Ochaco, and Eijiro were on. You teleport to them and they invite you to their party.

"Hey guys!" You speak into your mic.

"(Y/n)! I thought you had to study?" Izuku greets. "N-not that I don't want you here! I-I wan-"

Katsuki cut him off. "What Deku is asking is if you finished your studying."

You laughed. "Yup! Got my hour of studying in and took a quick nap! Now it's time to GRINDDDDD!"

Eijiro chuckled. "I never understand how you are such a high level with your busy schedule."

"Study, sleep, eat, and video games!!" You openened your stats.

[Lvl. 325

Health: 5200/4500 (+700 equipment boost)

Stamina: 3500/3000 (+500 equipment boost)

Strength: 7900 (+900 weapon boost)

Quirk1: Sniper Healing Quirk2: Death Wings]

You groaned. "I just want to be level 500!!! Is that so much to ask!!!"

You heard collective laughs and grumbles.

"Oh shut up, nerd!" Katsuki grumbled out at you. "Quit complaining, we're all at level 150 so stop your whining."

"How did you level up so quickly? Didn't you start a while after us...." Izuku wondered.

"Simple!" You exclaimed happily. "First a leveled up group adopted me at the beginning and helped me grind out to level 45! Then once I could solo the villains, I calculated-"

"I'm muting you..." Katsuki growled out.

"You're just salty!" Kirishima laughed ta his friend. "But (Y/n)! Teach me your ways!!"

"Me too!" Izuku chimed in.

"I'm going to go guys! You have fun!" Ochaco left the game.

You continued explaining your grinding techniques and Katuski got tired of it and left as well.

"So basically, it's all about timing. Once you have the timing and maxed out your stats at your level you're pretty much unstoppable! You can even take on people with a higher level if you got the strategy down!"

"You're so amazing, (y/n)!" Izuku gushed over the chat. Eijiro joined in on the compliments.

You blushed, not that they could see. "I'm just average, guys. S-stop with the flattery, I'm blushing!"

After a while of you carrying your trip through dungeons, Izuku brought up an interesting subject.

"But isn't Kira kind of a hero? I mean she-they are getting rid of the trash in the world. I wish I had the courage to do that!" Izuku praised the serial killer that was recently on the news.

You froze up at the mention of your recent activities. You noticed Izuku always brought Kira up whenever you were together. "O-Oh well I mean they aren't wrong for getting rid of the criminals, but is it really for them to decided?" You countered. 'Yes it is definitely for me to decide, who else would do it, they might be back on the streets days later.'

Kirishima butted in. "I feel like you don't like Kira that much (Y/n). You never seem to approve of them."

"Well, you guys always bring Kira up and killing is just wrong in general. And how do we know they aren't going to start killing whoever. Your name could be on tv and Kira could just decide they need some entertainment."

"But you wouldn't kill us right? If you were Kira and got tired of us, you wouldn't kill us right?" Izuku presssured.

You chuckled nervously, "IF I was Kira and I got tired of you guys, I would kill you off. If I were to think in a Kira mindset, I'd want you to stop snooping around and bringing Kira up. Unless, of course, you made yourself useful. I mean, Kira doesn't know everything. It takes time." While you tried to make it sound hypothetical, your threat was clear. You didn't want to talk about Kira anymore.

Izuku laughed nervously while punching some demon away from your character. "S-so do you want to come with Eijiro and me to karaoke after school tomorrow?"

You sighed, you were different in real life, they knew that. You hated being put on spot and stuttered when the attention was on you. You were shy but not as shy as Izuku, that didn't mean you were a pushover.

Tons of things were going down tomorrow. The FBI was looking more into the cases and you knew it was a matter of time before the famed detective, known as L, would takeover the Kira cases. You would have your work cut out for you and no time to play after the fact. Your lovely companion, Ryuk, had told you of the Shinigami eyes you could obtain. The price? Half your life. No thank you. You wanted to live a long successful life.

"I would love too, but I have even more studying as the exams come up." You politely declined. "I-I also won't be online as much, just to let you all know. I'm a little worried about the exams so I'll be taking some online courses."

Kirishima blew a raspberry into his mic. "C'mon, (Y/n)! You are literally top three in smarts in the whole school! You don't need to study THAT much! Just tomorrow! Please! It's not manly to not hang out with your friends!" The spiky redhead huffed.

You rolled your eyes, typing '-_-' into the chat. "Kiri, I'm not trying to be manly, I'm trying to pass school. And on the topic of school, you aren't doing so hot are you?"

Over the mic you could hear him accidently knocking some things over. "N-no! I'm doing-"

Izuku cut in. "Eijiro, you are failing history. And math. And the remedial classes they put you in."

You giggled. "Nice try, Kiri. You can't keep this from me. Here's a compromise, how about you come over to my house and we can study instead of going out to karaoke. That way we can hang out and get some work done."

"Sounds good!"

Izuku sputtered out, "H-Hey! What about me?"

"Uh," You thought about it for a second. Both boys coming to your house, alone with each other. You blushed furiously. "Y-you can come if you want! I-I didn't mean to leave you out like that! I just know that you are so smart already and you don't really need help. But I'm not that great of a tutor so you can help me help Kiri! You can totally come to my house too! A-And why not make it a sleepover! T-This Friday let's meet up and we can sleep over the weekend! My parents are on another business trip so we'd have it all to ourselves! N-Not that it was my intention or anything!" You rambled on in embarrassment and guilt.

Both boys perked up to the sleepover part and almost died of redness. "That sounds amazing, (Y/n)!" They both replied to you.

You let out a long breath of tiredness. Damn your shyness and kindness. Not that you didn't love the two boys, but you might have to put your vigilante duties on hold next weekend. Those boys were already curious enough about Kira, aka you, not that they knew.

"I-I'm going to go to sleep now...see you tomorrow! Night!" You quickly logged out and shut down your computer.

They both let out lovesick sighs and shut down their own computers, each saying good night to you in their own special way.

Izuku opened his closet and pressed a code into the back wall. The wall opened up to a shrine of things you've touched, pictures of you as well as any notes or gifts you have given him. He glazed over the items and bowed on both knees. "Night, love! I'll figure out a way to be helpful to you! Just you wait!"

Kirishima opened a folder full of intimate pictures of you, changing, bathing, sweating and many other activities. "Good night, my princess. If you even found about this you would never think of me manly again. I'll have to steal you away and prove my manliness to you. That actually doesn't sound so bad...I'll prove how much a man I can be to you!"

You checked the news on your phone one last time before turning it off and heading to bed. Your head was full of worries and strategies on the new obstacles you brought upon yourself.

The week went by a blur. You saw your friends occasionally, mostly at lunch and some at your free period, but that was the most social interaction you had with them for the week. You would give a shy smile and wave before going straight home after school to do extra and thorough research. You doubled up on the criminal research since your weekend would be occupied.

Watching the news in anticipation, you saw that a rapist had escaped and was on the run. "Useless police." You murmured as you brought out your prized deathnote. "Ryuk, would you do me a favor and just tell me the name of that man." You pointed your pen at the picture on screen. The name unreleased due to "privacy", but everyone knew the real reason.

"You know what to do, mortal. Just half your life and you won't need me to do anything for you."

"B-But....fine. I guess I have to do everything myself." You scoffed. "You are as useless as those cops."

The Shinigami ate his apple in silence as he shrugged with no care as you set yourself down at the computer.

You cracked your knuckles and stretched. "Alright! Stalker mode on!" You did an image search and found him in a social media post, however the account was not his and he wasn't tagged. "Well I guess I'll pay this person a small visit. Simple. Just go and ask the woman the guys name." You found the woman's address and dressed in warm clothes. You paced the sidewalk, you just had to turn the corner and ask the woman. "J-Just go up and ask. S-Simple. (Y/n)! Pull yourself together!" You turned the corner before abruptly turning around and heading home. "Dammit. Stop your snickering you Laughing Jack rip off."

He stopped snickering and snarled. "Just because we're both larger then your puny self does not make us the same."

"Wow, something actually bothers the death god. Shocker." You threw an apple his way, sighing in defeat. "I can literally figure out anything on the internet but when it comes to real life I can't do anything! I-It's not my fault people are hard to talk to!" You threw yourself on your bed and fell asleep as soon as your head hit your pillow.

The next day came as fast as you went to sleep it was one of those nights where you blinked and it was morning.

Running on caffeine and a blink of sleep, you got through your school day. The end of the day came quickly and you found Izuku and Kirishima waiting for you at the front gate already packed and conversing in hushed whispers.

You called to them and both of them immediately stopped talking but smiled and walked over to you. Even though you were slightly curious as to what's got them huddles together with not-so innocent smiles on their faces, you were never one to push or pry.

When you reached your house you gave them a basic house tour and brought them to your room. You had already set the futons out in your room and let them bicker over who got which one. Your room was spacious enough to put a barrier between the beds and give you privacy. You told them to get comfortable and you were going to take a shower first, since you interrupted their conversation earlier, you hoped they resumed it here.

When you didn't hear anything of interest, you hopped into the shower, humming a sweet tune. What you didn't expect, was for them to be so snoopy.

You exited the bathroom wearing a comfy silky robe and caught the two with your death note in their hands and Ryuk conversing with two other shinagamis.

You let out a shocked squeal and retreated to the bathroom. Your thoughts were haywire. What were they doing looking for your death note? Why were there two other shinagamis out there and why should you not barge out, grab your note, and kill them? You calmed yourself down and thought about everything rationally.

You took a deep breath, opened the door and walked out. All eyes were one you. You snatched your death note from the two boys, who looked liked kicked puppies, and sat down in a sofa chair.

Your body shook a little due to the fact you had to confront them about the recent events.

"So..explain." You opened your death note and tapped the pen in your hand as a warning.

They both immediately fell to your feet and uttered ashamed apologies.

"I didn't ask for an apology, I asked for you to explain."

Izuku started. "Remember how you said IF you were Kira you would kill us if we weren't useful? We love you so much and would happily die for you, but we want to be as useful as we can to you!"

Kirishima finally looked up and added onto what Izuku had said. "And then we both were granted death notes! And we remembered that you can't do everything and we certainly didn't want your life taken, so we both traded for Shinigami eyes!! Now we can help you!"

You bit your lip nervously. "This is certainly a surprise. I had no idea you l-loved me! The thought just sounds crazy. Moving on...how did you know I was Kira. I was sure I was careful."

That's when Izuku made his move. He latched onto your crossed legs and rubbed his cheeks on your bare skin. "Oh my love! You were very careful! You are so smart and wonderful and a great actor, but we've studied you! We notice things no one else would about you! My darling, we would know if you were keeping things from us! That's why we got rid of all your obstacles! Well as many as we could."

You shuddered at the weird behavior both men were exhibiting. This was nothing like what you thought they were like. "Wait! How long have you known? And how long have you had your death notes?"

Kirishima eyed Izuku with jealousy as the broccoli haired man stroked your legs lovingly. "We've know for a little over three weeks, about the same time we were granted our death notes."

Your eyes buldged. You were that obvious to them?! You turned and glared at Ryuk. "Tell me you didn't let it slip to your buddies."

He shrugged. "My 'buddies' already knew. They saw and they made their decision on what to do with that information."

A hand on your chin moved your gaze to red pointed eyes. "Don't look at those monsters, princess. They're too hideous for your precious eyes."

You shook both boys off. "Y-You want to help me?" You asked uncertain.

"Yes, darling."

"It is my wish to stay by your side, princess."

"Oh, well I can't deny the usefulness you both can be with those eyes. I suppose I'll allow it."

Eijiro and Izuku managed to wrap themselves around you and nudged you towards your bed. You all fell onto it and was squished between the two.

"Now that we've gotten the business part over with. What do you say about our manly confession? Only a true man would kill for the one he loves."

You looked at him dreamily. "If you killed someone for me, I'd marry you."

They both looked at each other and then at you. "We already did."

This got your attention. "Y-You have? For little ol' me? I-I who?"

You felt both their arms wrap around you as they told you of their killings. As weird as the situation was, you fell asleep to the whispers of their stories.

"You promised yourself to us, darling. We expect all your affection!"

"Don't be shy with us, we were made to please you."

"Never look at another male with those beautiful eyes."

"We're your kings and you are our princess. We'll have to lock you away in a tower if you don't love us."

A/N

I know this isn't exactly what you wanted, but I tried ;-; hopefully it's alright. It went a interesting direction buut it's finished! I had a lot of fun writing it even though I stretched the prompt a bit. Sorry for any mistakes!

-Izzy

#bnha #bnha eijiro kirishima #bnha kirishima #x reader #reader insert #reader #student reader #op reader #supposed to be shy reader but idk how to write apparently #mha izuku #villain izuku #yandere midoriya #midoriya izuku #yander kirishima #yandere eijiro #yandere

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javathewildone · 5 years

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Ty Chronicles - A Walk to Remember (Pt. 13)

Summary: Meghan Donovan is a girl no one pays attention to until the day Ty Borden discovers something about her that so closely relates to his own life he finds himself becoming attached to her. But the closer he gets, the worse things become. And no one makes it through unscathed. The first installment of the Ty Chronicles saga. Set pre-Heartland/pre-juvie/pre-group home. Told in first-person through Ty’s point of view. Rating: M for adult themes Author’s Notes: Hey, look! It was exactly one year since I posted a chater for this one. *facepalm* I’ve changed direction with it so many times it amazes me I still remember wtf I was doing. Trigger Warning: adult content including prostitution Parts: P | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12

"You're really not going to tell me how you got Maisie to trust you enough to open up about Meghan?" I asked, discarding a useless three of clubs down on the bench between us. It had been over an hour since we ran into the mysterious Maisie. After a while of me sitting and fidgeting and looking suspiciously like I was jonesing, Seth dug out a deck of cards from his grocery bag and we were now three games into a Gin tournament.

Seth took a moment to move his cards around. "Your tender virginal ears couldn't bear the sensual details." He discarded a six of hearts.

My brow rose. "You used sex in exchange for information?" I almost couldn't believe it.

"See? The very idea makes your head spin, my prudish little friend."

I scowled. "I'm not a prude, Seth. Virgin, maybe, but I've been around the block a time or two. What surprises me is that you're not."

Seth leaned back, aghast. "Beg your pardon, fella; I happen to be very popular with the ladies. Cougars, particularly, like Miss Maisie back there. They just devour my boyish charm." He smiled broadly as if to flaunt said charms.

I snorted. "I'm gonna go out on a limb and assume the other night wasn't your first time hanging around here."

"And you would be correct," Seth said, lowering his gaze back to his hand. "You gonna make a move, or what?"

I picked up his card, arranging it in my hand. "Well…?"

"Well, what?"

"You and Maisie. What's going on there?"

Seth shrugged, picking up my discarded two of spades. "I'm a refreshing break from the skeevy old men who leave the money on the nightstand on their way out the door."

Never, in a million years, would I ever think to discover this startling revelation about one of my good friends. Then again, we didn't often talk about such things. Meaning relationships. Which, I suppose this would fall into that category. My fraternization with Meghan seemed to be the catalyst to jar that particular topic of interest. Their desire to know the dirty details of our interactions only made their own love interests fair game. Already startling truths were being revealed.

"So, you've actually… with her?"

"Done the dirty? Sure." Seth admitted it so casually, like it was no big deal for a 15-year-old kid to have sex with a lady of the night. Like it wasn't illegal, forget about immoral. But, when put it into the perspective of where we were and why we were there, I really shouldn't be as stunned as I was.

Still, I fell into contemplative silence, mulling over this idea of my friend – who was younger than me – having done more with a grown woman than some guys older than us have done. Than I've done. And I thought I was hot shit for hitting the sexual milestones I had. But my contemplation over Seth's sexual escapades took a dark turn when I considered Meghan being the one subject to those things with the skeevy old men Maisie dealt with. The thought of them touching her in places I never dared sent an explosion of rage through my veins. I couldn't bear being inside my own head anymore with this knowledge of Meghan working this very street. With what little I knew of the situation, I was able to conjure up every filthy scenario of her being groped, abused, assaulted, molested, and even raped. It scared me to death while at the same time fueling my protective instinct that used to be solely reserved for my mother. That uninhibited need to prevent the bad things from happening or to go head to head with them when just stealing her away wasn't an option. I felt that familiar tension building in my shoulders now.

"Ty. Hey, man." Seth nudged my hand. "Your go."

"I'm done playing." I said, my tone implying I didn't just mean our card game.

"Look. I know it's not right, but we're two consenting people and I don't appreciate you judging me for it." Seth said, his voice clipped as he gathered up the cards.

I realized then that he thought my abrupt change in demeanor was because I didn't approve of his lifestyle. "I'm not. It's none of my business. I appreciate you looking into Meghan for me, but now that I know… I just can't stop thinking up all of these terrible things happening to her. She's not like you, or Maisie. I can guarantee her consent is not given freely."

Seth visibly relaxed, his defensive expression softening. "I just hope we can do something to actually help her. "

"Me too." I ran a hand anxiously through my hair. I wasn't sure how much longer I could wait before succumbing to my own imagination and losing it completely.

"Hey, watch this." Shuffling through the cards, Seth selected three then set the rest aside. Settling himself on the edge of the sidewalk he laid the cards out before him. Lifting each in turn he showed them to me. Queen of hearts, five of diamonds, and ten of spades. "Follow the lady." With the dexterity of a casino dealer he shuffled the cards around and around until satisfied then gestured for me to choose.

Huffing a sigh, I humored him and pointed to the center. His mouth quirked as he lifted the card to reveal the ten of spades. "I made two hundred bucks one afternoon playing this game downtown. You'd be amazed how flustered people get when they think they are being clever. They just kept throwing money at me to best themselves." He revealed the Queen then set her back down to shuffle again.

I didn't bother to wager any actual currency, knowing full well I was not in any state of mind to follow a fake lady when my thoughts were reaching toward a real one. My attention wandered to every vehicle and person that came our way. It didn't take Seth long to get bored of my half-hearted guesses.

"You gotta stop looking so suspicious," he commented, picking up the rest of the cards and giving them a hard shuffle.

"Aren't we suspicious enough loitering on this bench at this time of night?" I was waiting for the cops to pull up and ask just that. What answer could we even give them?

Seth shrugged. "No one really asks questions this part of town. But you looking around like that will for sure draw some unwanted attention."

"I can't help it." I leaned back to stare down at my shoes.

"There you go; that's better. Down on our luck and despondent is what we're going for."

I shot my friend a glance in the form of an eye roll. The click of heels drew our attention then as Maisie sauntered up with another young woman – not Meghan, to my dismay. She brushed Seth aside to sit between us, gesturing to her companion. "This is Clara. She's another novitiate." I hoped she meant to use that particular term ironically.

Clara smiled softly at me, not sparing Seth a glance. I smiled back to be polite, but my attention wandered to Maisie. "Have you seen Meghan?"

"You're Ty." It was Clara that spoke, commandeering my focus. I assumed she learned that from Seth, or from Maisie who learned it from Seth.

"Yeah." I curbed the rest of that sentence. They all knew why I was there; it seemed like a waste of breathe to ask again about Meghan. If I took away anything from that evening it was to be as discreet and cryptic as possible. Anyhow, my impatient expression was sure to speak for me well enough.

Clara's smile only widened at the affirmation. "Come with me." She stood, grabbing my hand as she did to pull me up with her.

I threw a confused glance over my shoulder to Seth, allowing myself to be pulled to my feet but no further. My friend only nodded in encouragement and tossed me his deck of cards that I caught against my side. "Follow the lady."

Unsure what to make of his double entendre, I figured I trusted Seth this far, I might as well go all the way. Pocketing the cards, I let Clara pull me down the street.

"Put your arm around me," she insisted when we paused at the corner to cross.

"What?" Startled, I tried to pull my hand from her grasp but she tightened her grip.

She finagled my arm to drape across her shoulders, tugging me closer into her side. She wrapped her arm around my waist as we crossed the street, ducking her head against my chest as she laughed. "Look like you mean to be here. We're going to meet your lady friend, but we can't look conspicuous. Pretend we're headed some place for a good time." Despite the giggle in her voice, her words were firm. Understanding, I let my rigid posture melt, leaning into her a bit and even fabricating a stumble to feign intoxication. This made Clara laugh for real. "That'll do, Pig."

I let her guide me, trying to pry what bit of information I could through slurred murmurs into her ear. But she was hesitant to divulge the plan in open space where anyone could be lurking. The most I got was that we were going to a motel. The sight of it made my stomach clench. I'd been in motels like this one before where nefarious activities were being conducted right beneath the nose of the greasy-palmed night managers.

I watched, eyes wide, as Clara dug into her cleavage to extract a key and unlock one of the rooms. She didn't explain. I didn't ask.

Immediately, I scanned the room hoping the door would open to Meghan sitting on the bed waiting for me but the room was empty. Clara tugged me in, roughly shoving me down on the bed with a giggle and nudged the door closed with her foot. Utterly stunned, I caught her at arm's length before she could dive on top of me. If this was Seth's way of trying to make me get over Meghan, I was going to be sincerely pissed off. But Clara was pulling out of my grasp to approach a door within the room I initially assumed was the closet. She knocked twice with her ear pressed to it before there was a click and it opened a crack. I jumped up, craning to see who she was speaking to in hushed tones when the door opened wider and she stepped through. My heart jumped into my throat when Meghan came from the other side, her back to me as she eased the door quietly shut and locked it.

I stood frozen, staring at her back. I refused to allow my eyes to trail away from the bare skin of her shoulders. She was wearing a halter top and a skirt so short I was frantically trying to erase the slight curves of her ass cheeks peeking through the bottom of my vision. That same male part of me I was loath to admit reacted to such atrocities came to life as it had before. I swallowed hard, wishing for once I wasn't such a hormonal teenager and willing it away before Meghan could turn around.

Too late.

I stood straighter, clasping my hands in front of me to try and hide my shame as not to make her feel any worse about herself than she surely did. My eyes widened at the sight of her. I'd never seen her in make up before, except for concealer. But even that couldn't cover the black and blue painting the side of her jaw.

"What do you want?" Her voice shook and just like that I had nothing left to hide as I let my hands fall to my sides.

"You look…" I wasn't sure how to finish that sentence without sounding like an asshole. She didn't look like the Meghan I remember. Not just the skimpy attire but her hair so tightly curled and half knotted onto her head while the rest brushed her bare shoulders. Gold hoops hung from her ears, but it was the purple smoky eye shadow that drew my attention to her light eyes. I had to choke down the word "hot" pretty hard when Meghan's expression steeled.

"Like a floozy," she finished.

I blinked. "Um. I was going to say older."

"Same difference." She crossed her arms, waiting for me to answer her initial question.

I moved closer, pausing when she stiffened. My heart sank. Were we back to that now? "I was worried about you. I came to make sure you were okay."

Meghan's jaw popped. "Does it look like I'm okay?" She snapped, making me wince. Of course she wasn't okay. I knew even before seeing her she wasn't going to be okay. Nothing about this was okay.

"I needed to see you," I continued, desperate to find some bit of the relationship we tried so hard to hold together. "I was scared when I hadn't heard from you for so long and I knew better than to try to make direct contact after what happened last time."

"Okay. You've seen me. Now, if you'll excuse me I have a client." She turned to go and in a burst of panic I lunged for her arm to prevent her from doing so. Unfortunately, I hadn't thought about what I was doing until it was too late and Meghan was wrenching herself from my grasp, reeling away from me in utter fear.

I let her go, throwing my hands in the air. "I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to do that. Just, please, don't leave."

Folding her hands around her arms, Meghan closed in around herself, breathing heavily and not meeting my eye. "Please. I-If you're afraid of losing money I'll pay for your time."

Once again I realized my error too late as Meghan flashed me a scathing look. "Fuck you, Ty."

I didn't think my heart could sink lower, but was still insulted she would even consider I thought that way. "You know I didn't mean it like that."

She breathed out a sigh. "I know. I'm sorry. It's just if I don't leave this motel with payment this time Daddy will turn my whole face purple."

"Daddy?" I asked, assuming she meant her stepfather but still finding the new title for him rather disturbing.

Meghan's face reddened as she dropped her gaze and shifted uncomfortably. "That's what he demanded I call him when I'm... working."

I tried not to let my nausea show too plainly as I reached for my wallet, pulling it out along with the deck of cards. Digging through the folds I took out all the cash I had, counting it quickly. "I've got thirty-six dollars." I glanced up cautiously to meet her dismayed expression.

"That won't be enough." She shook her head, glancing toward the door where clearly a bigger pay day awaited her. Or rather Daddy.

Suddenly, Seth's parting "follow the lady" popped back into my head as I fingered the deck of cards. Flipping open the top I pulled them out to find two hundred dollar bills next to the Queen of hearts.

I held up the cash, silently thanking Seth for his master planning. "How about two hundred and thirty-six dollars?"

Slowly, a small, dare I say relieved, smile crept across Meghan's blood red lips.

#heartland #fanfiction #ty chronicles #a walk to remember #ty borden #oc: seth #oc: meghan donovan #oc: maisie #oc: clara #trigger warning #tw: prostitution

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rogue-barnes-16 · 6 years

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SECRETS (part IV/?)

Summary: Detectives James Barnes and Y/n Y/l/n never really got along, despite being partners for seven months. You could say they hated each other, however, when James’ past shows up threatening to break him all over again, the truth about their feelings comes to the surface.

Pairing: cop!Bucky Barnes x cop!Reader

Genre: angst-ish

Tags:

Secrets: @just-add-butter

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Warnings: psychological and slightly physical abuse, language, angst (probably some typos, since I wrote this in 2 hours)

A/N: I'm alive (surprisingly) yayy! Please, remember to reblog the fics, because you're making me a huge favor if you do. Enjoy this part of Secret (which, like I predicted, it's not the last one) <3

Rogue-barnes-16 masterlist (you'll find the rest of the parts here)

BUCKY'S P. O. V.

Since I had woken up earlier due to a nightmare, I went to the living room carrying some files to keep working on the case until Y/n woke up.

The past few days had been really good for the both of us. I would even dare to say that the hate had turned into some kind of friendship.

Okay, maybe it was more than friendship when it came to my feelings, but that wasn't anything new. Since day one I had felt something that drew me to her, however, I had never let those feelings grow any further for several reasons. During these days, though, Y/n somehow helped me to loosen up a little, which was enough for me to stop fighting what I felt.

The fact that, somehow, she was making me feel safer also helped me to be more confident about my feelings.

While I started to display the files, the extra time I had recently been spending with Y/n came to my thoughts, and with it, the question I had been asking myself for the past two days.

Did she liked me the way I liked her?

Sometimes —most of the times— our interactions would seem friendship-like, with, of course, our considerable amount of teasing.

But other times, the times we were all alone in her apartment, when we would stay up until late hours of the night, the way she acted towards me, the way she talked to me... it was almost as if she wanted something more than a friendship between us.

It was probably just my imagination, playing wicked games on me. Sigh. Even if it's true, I thought, what would you do? You can't do anything, I reminded myself. You're broken.

You're not ready.

You're not good enough.

She deserves better than-

A few angry knocks on the door made me come back to reality, a bit more tired, and a bit more hurt.

I took a couple of deep breaths to regain my composure again. It was amazing how a couple of thoughts crossing my mind could trigger all the insecurities Y/n had been helping me to overcome.

Another few knocks, this time stronger and quicker. "I'm coming" I announced, being careful not too be too loud, since Y/n was still asleep. I grabbed the knob to open the door, not even think about how odd was that someone came to visit at 5:40 am. "Wait a sec..."

Before I could even freeze due to the panic, Dot's hand slapped my face. After all this time keeping up with her, after all the abuse, retreating myself to a safer position was an action I did by inertia.

The thought of shutting the door for her not to enter hadn't even crossed my mind before I was backing out from her reach.

"how dare you?" she questioned, poison dripping from each one of her words. "you can't even wait until we're divorced, right?! First the damn lawsuit, then you cheat on me?!"

"H-how- why- what are-" words came out as a stuttering whisper since I wasn't able to form a single sentence "y-you can't be here"

"why? Are you gonna call the cops, baby?" I frowned and stepped back when she stalked towards me. "You're a cop, honey, if you didn't arrest me it's because no one is going to arrest me."

"what the-" I shut my mouth when she gave me a dead glare. "how did you get here? Who- you have to leave. Now."

"she's still here, isn't she?" Dot huffed, "that bitch is gonna get it" when she attempted to make her way to Y/n's bedroom, I didn't think twice before gripping her arm and tugging her back.

Dot gasped, probably not expecting the amount of strength I had just used to stop her. "don't get her into this"

"so it's true? You're cheating on me with that fucking. dumb. petty. bitch?" with each word, she pushed me back until my knees hit the edge of the couch and there was no way left, but to sit down.

"she's none of that." I managed to say, after gathering all the courage I was capable of when it came to the woman in front of me.

"And now you defend her?" she scoffed, letting out a dry laugh that sent shivers down my spine. "You're so desperate for some kind of affection, baby. It's pathetic" I sat there, trying to digest those words that seemed so real to me. "You're so damn stupid. She's probably just using you- I mean, have you looked at yourself?" she started to pace. "you really don't know what you did by dumping me, love. No one is going to love you. I gave you everything, goddammit! I gave you fucking everything!"

"Stop" I muttered, leaning over myself to rest my face over my palms "Stop it"

"after all I did to you, you're dumping me for some random slut. For a quick fuck" another dry laugh. "YOU'RE SOMEONE BECAUSE I DECIDED TO GIVE YOU THAT PRIVILEGE!"

"I'm gonna say it once" I thought I had imagined it, so I didn't look up the first time Y/n spoke, more like growled. "I'm not even gonna ask how did you get here. Just get the fuck out of my damn house"

"And the slut's here" it was then that I lifted my gaze to stare at Y/n, who looked like we had shaken her awake —we probably did—. "I'm leaving when I finish talking with-" In a swift movement, Y/n had her gun aimed at Dot. "woah woah woah- I can sue you for this" the latter stated, visibly nervous. "are you gonna fucking shoot me?"

"get out" when Y/n spoke again, I tensed. "before I solve this problem with a bullet in your skull"

Dot hesitated for a moment before speaking again, using with Y/n the same tone she used to use with me. "You're not gonna shoot, you fucking crazy bitch"

The problem was that it wasn't me.

It was Y/n. A really, really mad Y/n.

Dot gasped when Y/n, without breaking eye contact with her, deflected her gun to the side and shot.

"Did I fuckin' stutter?" Y/n asked, calmed and collected. "Leave. Now"

After a few seconds that seemed a thousand years to me, Dot gathered her bag and jacket before turning to me. "we're not finished yet"

All from sudden, Y/n was in front of me, grabbing Dot's arm and dragging her away "yeah you are"

READER'S P. O. V.

"I don't want to see you near him ever again" I hissed, dragging the woman to the front door.

"what are you gonna do if I do, detective?" She taunted.

"let's say" I opened the door and, instead of leaving her in the landing, I kept dragging her downstairs "I don't mind going to jail if I know you're gone for good" before she could speak, I threw her to the lobby and went back upstairs.

"how the fuck did she get my direction?" I asked rhetorically, entering into my apartment, where I had left Bucky. "She's fuckin' nuts" when he didn't answer anything, I turned around to check on him, just to see his eyes red. "Hey..."

"I'm sorry"

"what- no!" I wouldn't have realized I had yelled if not for Bucky’s flinch. "this isn't your fault, don't be sorry, okay?"

"I just-" his voice faded, and instead, he took a deep, shaky breath. "I don't know what- I mean- she w- I-I'm sorry"

I made my way to Bucky, careful not to startle him, and I crouched in front of him. I took a moment to check on him before slowly placing one of my hands over his. "this is what we're gonna do" I whispered, as tender as possible. "you come back to bed and try to rest. I'll call sick at work for you."

That made his gaze shoot up at me, panic written all over his face. "nonononono don't-"

"Listen, you gotta rest," I replied, stopping him before he could get up. "and you gotta calm down."

"don't Y/n for fucks sake don't leave me here" he tried to get up again. I could practically hear his heart stammering against his chest. "what if she comes back?"

"she's no-"

"you don't know that!"

The terror in his voice broke me more than I expected it to do it. "Okay... Okay, what about this" I got up, not letting go of his hand. "we both go back to sleep. I'll call Steve- Steve knows, doesn't he?" Bucky nodded. "Okay, I'll call Steve and I'll tell him we'll be late to work because you need to rest"

After a second, Bucky nodded again and followed me to the bedroom. "don't leave without me, 'kay?"

"I won't, I promise" I replied, squeezing his hand.

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echoes-of-the-clockwork · 6 years

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Detroit: Become Human Connor x Reader [7]

A/n: In this one shot, you're a child around five. This turned out to be more of a Connor/Hank x Child!Reader if I'm to be honest.

(P/n)= Plushie name

(F/a)= Favorite animal

⚠️MENTION OF CHILD ABUSE⚠️

Love you all!!!

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~3rd Person POV~

"Fill me in on what happened," Hank told Connor as he drove.

"At exactly five thirty-two p.m., a slew of murders were reported from the Castle Lakes apartment complex. Bodies were found in the dumpster located behind the office building with no traces of fingerprints or a single trail of blood."

"So, we're either dealing with a deviant or someone who's good at concealing their tracks. Guess we gotta question the residence of the complex. That'll take all damn night," Hank groans.

"I've narrowed it down to the three and four hundredth building. That'll make our suspect list smaller. Those two buildings are the closest to the main office and would be easy to hide a body without being caught by other residences."

"How many bodies?"

"Three."

"Damn. Do we know anything else?"

"No. They are sweeping the scene as we speak and hope to find more clues while we question the residences."

Hank sighs, "Let's get this shit over with."

Arriving at Castle Lakes, the partners exit the vehicle and approached the scene. Cops were crawling everywhere as they desperately searched for a lead. They met with the lead detective before beginning their rounds. While Hank handled the three hundredth building, Connor dealt with the four hundredth.

Knocking on the first door, he was greeted by a middle-aged man. The smell of cigarettes and alcohol wafted through the apartment as Connor received a whiff of the pungent brew. The android scanned the man and saw he was intoxicated. "I am Connor, RK800 sent by CyberLife."

"What the fuck do you want, ya damn machine?"

"Only to ask a few questions then I'll be on my way. May I enter, Mr. (L/n)?" The man grumbled incoherent curses as he let the android in.

Now inside the apartment, Connor realized how much of a pigsty it was. His nose scrunched up as the brew of sickening odors greeted him more strongly than before. The android heard talking from one of the bedrooms down the hall. From his spot in the living room, he could see an open door and inside was a little girl playing with a stuffed (f/a). Glancing towards the father, he realized he wasn't being watched and walked down the hallway.

Connor knocked on the door, startling the little girl and causing her stuffed animal to fall out of her hands. She hid on the other side of the bed and peered over the sheets as the android entered her room. Connor picked up the stuffed animal and slowly approached the child. "My name is Connor. What's yours?"

The little girl gradually climbed onto the bed and pulled at a strand of her (h/c) hair. "(Y/n)."

"A pleasure to meet you, (Y/n). Who's this?" Connor gestured to the stuffed (f/a).

"That's (P/n). (He's/She's) my best and only friend."

Hearing her words brought an unfamiliar pain to his chest. He thought it would be fruitless to ask such a young girl, but Connor decided to ask a few questions. "Do you know why I'm here?"

She nods and takes (P/n) from Connor as he handed (him/her) over to the little girl. "People were killed and their bodies were found behind the office."

"Do you have any clue who would do such a thing?" Connor sat on the bed and watched as she hugged the stuffed animal.

"If I did tell you, Daddy would get really angry and hit me," she whispers.

Connor scanned the small child and saw multiple lacerations on her arms and upper back. He already knew who the culprit was behind such injuries. By the father's image, Connor could tell he wasn't meant to be one nor was he qualified. Unlike how Hank saw his deceased son, this father was treating his daughter as if she were garbage and didn't deserve to be in this world.

Heavy footsteps resounded from the hallway. Connor glanced towards the door and saw the father standing in the doorway. His cheeks were flared red from all the liquor he had been drinking and his footsteps were uneven. Connor could tell the man was drunk and knew he was an angry drunk. The man removed his belt and eyed (Y/n) as if she were an object to take his rage out on. "Get your ass over here, (Y/n)!"

The little jumps off the bed and runs to the farthest corner away from the door. Before he could take another step, Connor stood in his way. "I can't let you go any further, Mr. (L/n)."

"Get outta my way, ya fuckin' piece of shit!" He growled. The man tried to punch the machine, but Connor quickly dodged and twisted his arm behind his back. He fell to his knees as the android's grip tightened.

"I will not stand by while you harm your daughter. This is child abuse and I will be reporting your actions." Connor then glanced at the frightened (Y/n) as he contacted Hank. He told him to hurry over and the Lieutenant did without question.

"What the hell are you doing, Connor?" Hank asked as he arrived and saw the android restraining a much more muscular man than himself.

"Stopping this man from hurting his daughter," Connor said, eyes still locked on (Y/n).

Hank saw the shivering girl and approached her slowly. He sent her a gentle smile and spoke softly to her. "Hey, sweetheart. You're gonna be alright." He opened up his arms and (Y/n) ran into them. She wrapped her arms around Hank's neck as he picked her up. Holding her close reminded him of how he would used to hug Cole every night before tucking him into bed.

Connor held Mr. (L/n) at bay while Hank carried the little girl out of the dirty apartment. Once they were outside, Hank waited for the android. He smiled and asked (Y/n) about her stuffed (f/a), earning a smile from her in return as she showed him the plushie. They talked until Connor returned. "Her father will be dealt with at the station."

"What about the questioning?"

"I believe we've caught our suspect."

"You serious?"

Connor then met (Y/n)'s gaze. "Yes. Our witness is right here."

Hank glanced between the android and the little girl. "She's a kid, Connor. What could she tell us?"

"(Y/n) knows her father best. With him in custody, she won't need to fear him and she'll be able to tell us what she couldn't with him around."

"Guess we're heading back to the station." Hank then handed over (Y/n) to Connor, who was at a complete loss. The Lieutenant chuckled and patted his shoulder. "Got no kid seat in the car. You're gonna have to hold her."

Connor remembered how he was carrying (Y/n) and held her the same way. She locked her arms around his neck as they returned to Hank's car.

In the front seat, the android sat the child in his lap. (Y/n) hugged her plush (f/a) and leaned back against Connor's chest. This was the first time since he left CyberLife that he has interacted with a child. The trio talked as the drive to the station was prolonged due to traffic. As Connor talked to the little girl about her favorite things, he felt a warm sensation in his chest. It was pleasant and brought a smile to his face.

Arriving back at the station, Connor carries (Y/n) inside and sits her in the seat beside Hank's desk. The Lieutenant sits in his chair while the android stood next to the little girl. Connor glanced down at (Y/n) and talked to her softly. "Tell us what you couldn't tell me earlier."

"Daddy is a heavy gambler. He didn't win today and he killed those men because he lost to them. After he killed them, he dragged them out and to the garbage behind the office. He told me if I said anything, he would kill me."

Hank reached out and ran a finger over the red marks on her arm. "What're these from?"

"When Daddy gets drunk, he hits me with his belt. He didn't get to tonight because Connor stopped him," (Y/n) said, grabbing onto the android's jacket. Anger bubbled in Hank's vein. He couldn't stand it when children were treated horribly. He held his tongue and refused to curse in front of (Y/n). The little girl moved her hand from Connor's jacket to Hank's sleeve. She tugged on it gently as she spoke. "Where am I gonna stay?"

"Do you have any other family?" The little girl shook her head with a frown. Hank leaned back in his chair, delving deep into thought. After a few minutes of silence, the Lieutenant smiled. "You can stay with me."

(Y/n)'s eyes lit up with joy. Connor saw the gentle smile the Lieutenant rarely showed anyone. He knew Hank had a soft spot for children, but he didn't expect it to be this soft.

The sound of shouting and struggling drew their attention. Looking towards the cells, they saw a couple of officers were having difficulty restraining Mr. (L/n) and placing him in incarceration. His raging gaze was directed towards (Y/n) as he struggled against the officers. The muscular man was able to knock one guard out and steal his gun. He shot the other officer and set his sights on (Y/n). Connor quickly reacted and grabbed her in his arms to protect her from the raging man.

The father fired a round and the android's arm was grazed as he turned his back to him to act as (Y/n)'s shield. Hank grabbed his own pistol and shot Mr. (L/n) in the shoulder. The middle-aged man screamed out in pain, dropping the gun and allowing officers to restrain him. Hank glared daggers as he watched the father be dragged into a cell and locked away. Connor kept his hold on (Y/n) as he faced the Lieutenant. "It would be best if we headed to your house, Lieutenant."

"Yeah... Yeah, let's go," Hank sighs.

At the Lieutenant's house, (Y/n) immediately ran over to Sumo and hugged the St. Bernard. The large dog woofed and wagged his tail as he licked the girl's cheek. She giggled at the ticklish sensation and hugged him tighter. Hank and Connor smiled at the sight. The Lieutenant chuckled as Sumo rolled over on his back and (Y/n) laid on his stomach.

"Would it be alright if I visited (Y/n)?" Connor asked out of the blue.

"You don't need to ask for permission, Connor. I'm sure she'd love to see you. After all, you saved her from an abusive father twice in one night."

Connor saw the look in Hank's eyes, recognizing it as endearment. "Do you wish to adopt (Y/n)?"

The question caught the older man off-guard, but he already had an answer. "If I can't find any traces of another family member, I just might."

"I think you should. You are good with kids and I believe you could benefit with (Y/n) around."

"And why's that?" Hank raised his chin slightly.

"She makes you smiles. I know she won't replace Cole, but you deserve a second chance at family, Lieutenant."

(Y/n) ran over, (P/n) sitting on top of Sumo's back as the dog followed her. She hugged Connor's leg and stared up into his brown eyes. "Would you like to be my big brother? I've always wanted one."

Connor kneeled down to (Y/n)'s height and patted her on the head. "Yes, I would."

She then turned to Hank and pointed at him. "Daddy?"

Hank's eyes widened in bewilderment. He cleared his throat before answering. "I'm not—"

"Yes, he'll be your new father, (Y/n)," Connor replied, cutting off the Lieutenant.

"Connor, I can't—"

"Yes, you can, Lieutenant. I saw it today at the apartment complex. You're worthy of being a caring father, especially one for (Y/n)."

Hank couldn't rebuttal and rubbed the back of his neck in silence. After a pregnant pause from both parties, the older man sighed. He picked up (Y/n) and stared into her (e/c) eyes. "I'll be your new dad."

She smiled happily and tried her best to hug him. Hank hugged her small form and heard a jubilant bark from Sumo. (Y/n) received a new father and a brother all in one night. She couldn't have been more happy. She finally had a new family.

#detroit become human #detroit become human x reader #female reader #connor x reader #hank anderson #dbh

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mycasandstarrs · 6 years

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SPN 5x08: “Changing Channels”

Wow, that’s saturated color.

“I’m gonna need a bigger mouth.” Wait 8 years!

So at this point, Sam and Dean understood their need to “play their part”.

I would watch a full episode of just this.

This intro is comedy gold, I tell you.

Wellington, Ohio. Two Days Earlier.

Dean is INTO IT.

Kathy Randolph, witness to the “bear” attack.

I wonder what she’d think of Mark Ruffalo’s Hulk.

Bill Randolph with the temper of the Hulk, killed by the Hulk.

That plus candy wrappers...equals Trickster.

“Maybe he hates this angels and demons stuff as much as we do. Maybe he'll help us.” Sam actually getting the right idea here.

Ah yes, the “dispatch” call.

Right into it.

Cute little confused nose scrunch from Sam. :3

Oww, poor Sam.

Dr. Ellen Piccolo, sexy yet earnest.

Dean’s actually kinda excited to be there.

“One theory. Any theory.”

“Uh, the Trickster trapped us in TV Land.”

“That’s your theory. That’s stupid.”

Pls.

Dr. Wang, sexy but arrogant.

Sexy but neurotic doctor.

THAT IS NOT A STRAIGHT/HETERO REACTION.

HE’S SO GIGGLY.

The tiny giveaway.

Of course Dean would think it’s sexy, they’re cowboy boots.

Hello again, Trickster.

Why does he have to be so vague?

Nice dodging, Sam.

I love Sam.

They are so DONE.

W E L P POOR DEAN

Sam is the cutest.

Dr. Piccolo mouthing “I love you” to Sam is me.

I fucking love Sam, he’s the cutest button.

Oh goodness, the nut-cracker.

“What was the name of the demon you chose over your own brother?” What a dick move making that one of the questions.

“The answer is Ruby.”

RIP Sam’s nuts.

“You okay?” what do you think???

Cas!

I’d seen the gif of Dean’s face here before I even watched the show, and was so surprised/amused to find out that it was his reaction to Cas being called a “pretty boy angel”..

“Would your mother and father still be alive if your brother were never born?”

“I don’t want to get hit in the nuts!” lmao

Sam figures it out in time. They have to play their roles.

“The answer is...yes?”

Dean bracing himself for a hit in the nuts is the funniest thing.

This commercial must’ve blended in so well with the others on the night this premiered.

Sam’s second STD, in back to back episodes.

Back to the beginning.

Cas is back (and bloody).

There he is planting the seeds...and Sam’s the one to pick up the hint.

Dean poking at the mouth of the alligator at this point.

“300 channels, and, uh, nothing’s on.”

“So, what do you think?”

“What do I think? I think ‘go screw yourself’, that’s what I think.”

lmaoo, pls.

I love Sam’s “eh, you’re right” face.

I love Dean’s rant about “procedural cop shows”.

“I hate that we're in a procedural cop show and you wanna know why? Because I hate procedural cop shows. There's like three hundred of them on television and they're all the freaking same. It's ‘ooh, plane crashed here’—oh shut up.”

Oh my god, the walk in.

I’m such a sucker for all these puns and their cheesy ass deliveries.

RIP forensics guy. Stabbed in the heart.

“RIP” “Trickster”.

“I’m worried man, what that S. O .B did to Cas.” Awww.

Knight Rider time!! Except it’d be Sam Rider, I guess.

And it’s been figured out.

What did that feel like to Sam?

“Wow, Sam. Get a load of the rims on you.”

“Eat me.”

lmao, Sam.

Will the human Sam Winchester please stand up?

The jig is up.

Gabriel tends to ask “where he went wrong” after getting caught. Maybe trying to tighten up the Trickster act?

Gabriel has entered the game.

“How does an archangel become a trickster?”

“My own private witness protection. I skipped out of heaven, had a face transplant, carved out my own little corner of the world.

You know, he’s telling the truth. We’ll just have to wait another 8 years for the full details.

“Why do you think you two are the vessels? Think about it. Michael, the big brother, loyal to an absent father, and Lucifer, the little brother, rebellious of Daddy's plan. You were born to this, boys. It's your destiny! It was always you! As it is in heaven, so it must be on earth. One brother has to kill the other.”

Oh boy.

Dean making sure Cas is brought back.

“Hey, bro. How's the search for Daddy going? Let me guess. Awful.”

What an accurate sibling interaction between Cas and Gabriel.

“This isn't about some prize fight between your brothers or some destiny that can't be stopped. This is about you being too afraid to stand up to your family.”

Dean’s always had a thing for calling people on their bull and getting to the root of the problem.

So was Cas scripted to say anything to them??? ‘Cause he kinda just...hangs around in the back while Sam and Dean talk...

Then the episode just comes to an end.

#supernatural #spn summer rewatch #spn liveblog #spn 5x08 #changing channels

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fandom-writess · 6 years

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Why Me? Sweets x Reader

Trigger Warning: Rape; Depression; Suicidal Thoughts; Self Harm; Swearing

Summary: You were raped and left for dead behind a dumpster. When you were found you were presumed dead by an imbecile cop who can’t find a pulse. Dr. Brenner and her team are called in to investigate and discover you alive.

“I was just walking down the street, he cat called me, but I’m used to that, you know. I’m used to walking anywhere and hearing whistles, ‘Hey baby, where are you off to,’ and men seeing me and reaching down their pants and masturbating. Right there on the street,”

The young looking psychologist nodded, although clearly uncomfortable with the previous statement.

“I can’t get what he said out of my brain. He had followed me for a solid 3 minutes before saying-” the (h/c) swallowed nervously, “He said ‘Hey baby, can’t wait to see you tonight.’ I thought maybe he was on the phone or something, but he was looking right at me. I ignored it for the most part, men have threatened to kill me before, for ignoring them, so I thought it was just another creepy guy being creepy. So imagine my surprise when I’m pushed into my apartment from behind with a knife pressed to my side.”

You gave a dry chuckle as your mind thought back to that night a short while ago.

“Why do you think you are laughing right now, (y/n)?” Dr. Sweets asked.

“Because I know now how idiotic I am for thinking this could never happen to me. 1 in 3 women, Dr. Sweets, it would have been surprising if I hadn’t been raped.”

“(y/n), you moved, right? Moved apartments?” He inquired, concerned.

“Nope,” You popped the P, slouching back in the chair. “Can’t afford it, even if I could, what would be the point? No matter where I go I’m not gonna sleep, going to be terrified of leaving, of any man who comes within a foot of me that is taller than 5′5″. You can’t escape this kind of fear.”

The psychologist nodded grimly and stated, “The FBI is concerned the man may come back to-”

“To finish the job, right?” You sat back up, burying your hands in the sleeves of your baggy sweatshirt, you mumbled.

“What was that?” The doctor asked.

“I said ‘Let’s hope.’“ you practically shouted.

Before the distressed doctor could reply you cut him off.

“Welp, look at that, sessions over! See ya next week!” you called over your shoulder as you hurried out of the room. Dr. Sweets looked up at the clock in disbelief, it’s already been an hour?

You rushed to your door, fumbling with your key to the new lock. Finally opening your door you clamber in and slam it behind you. Collapsing onto your bed, the days of exhaustion finally overcame you as you fell asleep.

You get pushed into your apartment with a yelp, then you feel the cold metal against your side and you realize what’s happening. “Get on your fucking knees, cunt.” The voice is familiar but that doesn’t matter because now you are on your knees and the man has his knife to your throat, his other hand undoing his fly. You begin sobbing, knowing you probably won’t be leaving here alive. Your morbid thoughts are cut off as a sharp pain shoots through your face. Recognizing this as him punching you, you quiet down. “That’s a good little bitch. Now open that pretty mouth of yours.”

He senses your hesitation and another flash of pain comes from your face-

You wake up to a panic attack and look around your place. You stumble to your feet and go to the store, you can sense the eyes on you. They are probably staring because of the bruises. Bruises from that night still littered your body, a painful reminder.

You locate the reason you even came to the store and browsed the selection, finally landing on a pack that fulfilled your needs. The package included 3 good quality blades.

You check out and head home, on your walk you hear “Can’t wait to see you tonight, baby.” Before you can even realize it, you are thrown into a violent panic attack, and whip your body around to see the source of the trigger. You see the man who attacked you, but you blinked and it was suddenly a random man on the phone.

You shake your head, feeling idiotic you run home, ignoring the confused glances you attract from strangers. Once again slamming your door behind you, you fall to the ground in your home. You finally calmed down and ripped open the razors you just purchased and stare down at your arm. Gripping the blade like a lifeline, you lowered it to your wrist, pressing the cold blade to the soft flesh, you flashed back to that night and sobbed, finally dragging the blade across the pale flesh. You don’t even register the pain and stare down at the crimson line the blade had drawn.

You repeated this action twice more, finally feeling a dull ache. Your mind goes down a rabbit hole of depressing thoughts. You are yanked out of this by the doorbell. You jump and shove your recent purchase into your back pocket. You didn’t have a chance to keep your wrist from bleeding anymore so you gingerly pull your sleeve down to conceal the new injury, furiously wiping away your tears, hands shaking as you unlatch the door and turn the lock. You hear a faint click. Bracing yourself for human interaction, you pull the door open and see two familiar faces.

“Hello, (y/n).”

“Hey Agent Booth, Dr. Brennan. What are you guys doing here?”

“We are here to check up on you, could we come in?” Booth asks.

You get flustered and further open the door to allow them entry.

“Yeah, yeah. Sorry.”

They walk into your house and look around, you feel uncomfortable, so you look to your feet. You see a drop of crimson liquid on the ground and cringe. Hastily wiping at it with your foot, your sock successfully absorbing the liquid. You feel a wet substance on your fingers and cross your arms to prevent anymore blood from dripping onto the floor. You raise your head again to meet the gazes of your guests.

“So what’s up?”

“We are concerned about you still living here. Someone in the bureau leaked what happened to you to the press-”

“So he knows I’m still alive?”

“If he watches the news and is still in D.C. most likely.”

“Great.” you reply numbly.

“(y/n), we think it’d be best if you went to one of the safe houses we provide.”

“I don’t care, if he knows I’m alive, if he comes back to kill me, if he sends me goddamn flowers and a note with a shitty poem apologizing for ruining me. He can do whatever he wants. Honestly it would probably be better if he came and slit my throat in my sleep. If he killed me right now. At least then...”

You drifted off, ending your rant. The partners exchanged worried glances, but nodded.

“Okay, (y/n). We aren’t going to force you to move into a safe house. Here is my card, if you need anything, call me.” Booth said, handing you a card.

The two left without another word and you closed the door behind them, locking it. You slid down the door, once again sobbing.

“Why can’t this just be over?” you cried out in desperation.

“Did you see that?” Bones asked Booth on the way out.

“Yeah, I saw the poor girl have a freak out.” Booth said.

“No, Booth! Her arm, how she was cradling it. I think...” she muttered.

“You think what?”

“I believe she may have been hurting herself. I can’t confirm it as I haven’t seen the actual injury, but-” The brunette was cut off by her frantic partner.

“Wait wait, she was hurting herself how? Was she cutting herself?”

“Booth, I don’t know. We should ask Sweets.”

“Alright, yeah, let’s go ask Sweets”

The duo opened the door to Dr. Sweets’ room without warning and demanded he talk to them.

“Guys, you can’t just barge in here. I could have been talking with one of my appointments!” The psychologist complained.

“Sorry, Sweets, it couldn’t wait.” Booth replied.

“Well what’s up?”

“We think (y/n) might be hurting herself.” Bones replied bluntly.

“Why is that?” Sweets asked incredulously.

Bones started to explain, but was interrupted by Booth.

“Is she or not?”

“Usually one wouldn’t tell their psychologist until-” Booth tried to cut him off but Sweets spoke over him.

“Usually one wouldn’t tell their psychologist until a bond of trust has been made. After only one meeting it’s doubtful she would even attempt to disclose ANY form of self harm. I have only met with (y/n) once. And even if she did tell me I wouldn’t be able to tell you guys because of doctor patient confidentiality.”

The crime solving duo was at a loss on this one, sighing angrily. Sweets attempted to cheer them up but it didn’t work.

“If she ever does disclose to me, I’ll suggests she institutionalize her so she can’t hurt herself. But you guys should go and focus more on catching the bastard who did this to her, ok?”

Booth nodded and he left along with Brennan. Sweets sighed to himself and sat down in his lumpy office chair, contemplating on confronting you.

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Just Shapes - Chapter 2

Day 2 (Thursday)

The sun was what eventually woke up Roman the next morning. He blinked at the rays of light that had finally streamed across his face. It was just after Daylight Savings ended in late October and the sun was about halfway down. Which meant it was mid-afternoon. Great… Roman rolled over and stared up at his ceiling, an old poster from his favourite band as a teenager taped up there. Slowly the events of last night started to filter back through his head. He moaned, rubbing at his face, barely noting that his hair was sticking up in some weird angles. Time to get up. After a brief shower and a new set of clothes, he started to run out of his bedroom but caught sight of something red and white in the corner of his eyes. It was his jacket that he wore all the time in high school, but forgot to take to college with him and his parents refused to his ship it to him. He lifted it to his nose, breathing in the must and faint smell of his parent’s laundry soap. Man, he had missed home. Roman quickly pulled on his jacket and started running down the stairs, but barely reached the bottom, one hand outstretched for the doorknob when he heard a voice call out, “Honey? Can you come see me before you head out?”

Roman rounded the corner around the stairs to find his mom sitting at the kitchen table, reading a book. She placed a bookmark in her book before looking up at him, “Oh honey, I’m so sorry we got the days mixed up. It was just so last minute you coming home and all that we just completely forgot to pick you up last night.” Roman gave a shrug, hopping up to sit on the kitchen counter. He grabbed a spoon out of a nearby drawer and the peanut butter off the counter by the toaster as he said, “It’s fine Mom. I got home safe. Uncle Mall Cop gave me a ride.” “Oh honey, I wish you wouldn’t call Uncle Thomas that. He works very hard at his job,” his mom stared at Roman for a moment while he just shoved a large spoonful of peanut butter into his mouth, not answering. “Roman, is everything all right?” Roman looked up in slight surprise, “What do you mean Mom?” “Well honey, you did just out of the blue drop out of school and decide to come home. I’m worried about you. Is everything fine?” Roman swallowed the peanut butter in his mouth before answering, “Yeah Mom, everything is fine. Just didn’t feel like going to school anymore.” He twisted the lid back onto the peanut butter and hopped off the counter to drop his spoon into the sink, “Do you know where Patton is?” His mom raised an eyebrow at him, but answered anyway, “Yes he works at the Snack Falcon now.” Roman stopped in surprise, “We have a Snack Falcon?” “Yup, they put it in after the Food Donkey shut down,” his mom picked her book back up. “They shut down the Food Donkey,” Roman’s voice trailed off as he processed this information. “Honey, are you ok?” Roman snapped his eyes up to his mom’s, “Yeah, I’m fine Mom! Just peachy!” He gave her a wide smile. “I’m gonna go find Patton.” His mom frowned, but said, “Alright, just don’t stay out too late. It is getting dark early now.” “I know Mom!” Roman waved her off as he finally made it out of the house. Outside, he stopped on the front porch appreciating the neighbourhood and the smell of fall in the daylight. He started down the street towards downtown in his quest to find Patton. Roman didn’t make it very far before he spotted a kid he used to know sitting on the front steps of a house, wrapped up tight in an old grey and black coat. “Elliott!” he shouted out, picking up the pace to reach him. The kid turned their head, one eyebrow raised in almost amused consideration as Roman reached them, “Hey kid, you back home for a long weekend?” Roman gave a short laugh, “Naw, I’m back home for good! How have you been? I haven’t seen you in forever!” Elliott just shrugged, “Nothing much. Lost my job when the Food Donkey shut down and haven’t really found another one. Had to move back in with my parents.” “Oh, I’m really sorry to hear that.” “So what are you doing now?” Elliott asked. “You working anywhere, kid?” “Oh,” Roman blinked at them, “No, I just got back. Living with my parents till I figure everything out.” “So basically you’re a teenager again?” they asked. “No! I’m not!” Roman shouted. “Seems like it to me. No job, no need to pay rent, are you going to start-” “Hey is that Roman?” Elliott was cut off as a voice rang out from above them. The two looked up to see a man looking down from a raised porch next door. “It is! Come on up here son!” “Well, better go see what he wants, kid,” Elliott gave Roman another look. Roman simply huffed at him as he turned and stomped up the stairs. Right before reaching the top, he stopped to take a huge breath before facing the man that used to be his favourite high school teacher. “Dr Picani!” he grinned at the man giving him a hug. “Roman!” Dr Picani hugged him back. “What are you doing back here? Don’t you still have school, boy?” Roman shrugged, “Not for me.” Dr Picani gave him a look, another one of those questioning looks that Roman was honestly just getting sick and tired of everyone he met giving him one. Roman was just starting to squirm under his gaze when Dr Picani gave another laugh and simply said, “Well, you were always one of my favourite students. If you ever wanted to still learn-” “No thanks, Dr Picani! Your psychology class gave me a headache literally every day. I do not want to go through that ever again.” “Not psychology,” Dr Picani chuckled. “Trust me, I am in no rush to try and teach you that either. I was talking about the class you actually had an interest in before you found out it was mainly facts and data.” Roman blinked at him before tentatively saying, “Chemist-” “Astronomy!” Dr Picani threw his hands up in excitement! “And if you want, this time I can make absolutely sure to teach you the stories that go along with the stars.” “That would be amazing!” Roman exclaimed. “Perfect! I’m up on my roof just about every night at dusk. I can’t wait to see you then! In the meantime, go find those friends of yours. I’m sure they are anxious to see you,” Dr Picani said. “Alright, goodbye Dr Picani!” Roman gave him a wave as he started back down the stairs. He looked back over his shoulder one last time at Elliott, who seemed to be scribbling in some sort of notebook, before setting off down the street once more.

After that interaction with Elliott, Roman wasn’t particularly keen on talking to anyone else. He made his way quickly through downtown, hearing bits of conversation about the failing economy and the nearby sports team’s performance. He had just spotted the Snack Falcon in a couple blocks down when a voice called out clearly over the hubbub of the town, “Hey Killer!” He turned around to see what looked to be some sort of punk running up to him. Their hair was bright pink and blue and they were wearing a leather jacket with patches that reached their knees, probably because they were even shorter than Roman, which was saying something considering he was 5’ 5”. “Excuse me?” he asked. “I have a name you know.” The punk looked apologetic as they quickly backed up, “Sorry! That’s just the only name I know you by considering, you know, you put that one kid in the hospital a few years back.” “I-i,” Roman stumbled. “People still remember that?” “Yeah! It was a freaking legend! Even us kids at the middle school heard about it! Where are my manners? The name’s Talyn, they/them,” the punk stuck at their hand. Roman looked down at it cautiously for a second before reaching out to shake it, “Roman, he/him.” He quickly pulled his hand back, “You know, you really shouldn’t idolize something like that.” Talyn waved him off with a laugh, “Seriously? That was the only interesting thing to happen in this town in years. I mean besides the recent stuff. Trust me, nobody has forgotten it yet.” “Oh,” Roman stuck his hands in his pockets, wishing he could just disappear into his jacket. Why did he think it was a good idea to come back home? However, he quickly realized what Talyn had said, “Wait, what recent stuff?” Talyn looked side-to-side before leaning it like they were giving some sort of secret, “There have been people going missing. No one believes it though. My dad vanished about a year ago. I mean, he always talked about leaving which is why the police didn’t push the investigation. But then I started paying attention. People are vanishing, those that wanted to get out of Possum Springs. People that no one would really miss. People like my dad and Remy Caste.” “Remy?” Roman’s eyes widened in surprise. “Yup,” Talyn said, popping the ‘p’, “No one believed his parents, but they put up missing fliers all over town. No one has seen him since June or so.” “Hey kid!” a voice shouted from a window above them, causing them both to look up, “Your sista’s lookin for ya!” “Oh no,” Talyn whispered before looking back down at Roman, “Hey if you ever want to talk more Killer, I’m usually up on the roofs. There’s no one to yell at ya up there. See ya!” They ran up to the door of the apartment building they were by and ran inside, leaving Roman outside reeling. Remy… Remy was missing? Roman supposed that he had always talked of hopping the trains one day and never looking back to Possum Springs, but that was all just talk. Or so Roman apparently thought. Roman turned to look back towards the Snack Falcon. Hopefully, Patton could explain some things. The bell above the door rang as Roman pushed open the door to the Snack Falcon. It certainly looked like what you would expect one to look like. Aisles of various completely unhealthy snacks, the glowing neon sign of a Slushie machine in the back. “ROOOOOOOMMMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNN!!!!!!!” a voice squeaked out through the store. And when Roman looked, sure enough, to his left there was the checkout counter with a very excited Patton behind it. His friend hadn’t seemed to have changed much since Roman had last seen him a little over a year ago. He had let his hair grow out. The locks that his parents made him keep super short through middle school and high school had grown into a slightly untamed fro style. His glasses, which were constantly being repaired with tape and wire, had finally been replaced. But he was still wearing that stupid grey cardigan that he always insisted he had to wear and his general happy-pappy Patton energy was still there. And Roman could now see it clearly, even if he may never admit it. He missed his best friend. “You’re back!” Patton threw his arms up into the air, still bouncing up and down from behind the counter. Roman laughed, quickly making his way over, “I’m back!” “Oh my, it has been so long since the last time I saw you! What are you doing back here?” Patton cried out. “You never came home to visit before!” “Well,” Roman reached a hand up to scratch at the back of his neck nervously. “I’m actually back for good.” There was silence for a moment as Patton seemed to process this for a second. It seemed like he was going to say something before he settled on another large grin and simply shouting again, “You’re back!” Roman laughed, “I’m back!” It felt good to be back with Patton who didn’t question him and just went with whatever Roman decided. “Now what’s a guy like you doing working at a place like this?” Patton laughed, “I needed a job for rent! I finally moved out of my parent’s place!” “Really?” Roman was slightly taken-aback as Patton had never really been one to stay in one place for too long without becoming distracted. “What about-?” “Me and Logan?” Patton finished. “Oh yeah, we are doing positively Pat-rific! Be-dum-tish!” Patton laughed loudly at his own pun before finishing, “We are living together now! It’s fantastic!” Roman smiled at that, “That is amazing Pat! I’m so happy for you two!” Patton nodded enthusiastically, “Yup, we are saving up money to finally ditch this town. Still got a ways to go, but we’re getting there.” “It’s been awhile since I’ve seen either of you guys. When do you get off work so we can hang out?” “Right now!” Patton vaulted himself over the counter, grabbing Roman’s wrist as he took off at a dead run out the door. “Now? But what about the- okay we’re doing this,” Roman could just barely keep up with Patton’s pace. For a guy so short, he sure was fast. But it wasn’t a far walk to a warehouse with a broken sign that Roman vaguely remembered. “Wait, is this the Party Barn? Where Logan used to work?” “Yuppity-yup! They shut down a while back. Now we use the space for band practice!” Patton replied. “Makes sense. I always wondered how there were enough parties in this town to keep them in business,” Roman was still being dragged forward by Patton. He spotted a figure ahead, setting up the speakers and instruments. “Hey, Logan!” The man, who was currently attaching wires to a soundboard, glanced up. He had grown taller and broader, actually looking like he had some fat to him unlike through high school. He still dressed as professional as ever with his polo and slacks, though his tie was loosened. He stood up and straightened his glasses, “Salutations Roman. I didn’t realize you were in town.” “Yeah well-” “Wait, you should totally practice with us!!!” Patton suddenly cut Roman off, practically bouncing up and down. “Practice with you? But I hardly remember how to play. I haven’t since I left,” Roman said as Patton darted off into the boxes that filled the back of the store. “I still have your old bass here somewhere. Darnit,” a small crash sounded. “Patton?” Logan took a step towards the boxes, concern etching his face. “I’m okay!” Patton shouted back! “Didn’t break anything neither!” “Either,” Logan muttered to himself as he took another step forward. “Seriously Patton, I’m okay. I don’t need-” Roman stopped as he heard the creaky sound of the door sound again. He turned to see another person closing the door again. When the other figure turned around and met his eyes, they stopped in shock. The new person was wearing black ripped jeans, an oversized band shirt, and a plaid hoodie. The tips of his hair were dyed purple and hanged across his eyes, foundation and black eyeshadow in the place of where Roman remembered to be freckles. “Virgil?” The new person’s face instantly melted away into a scowl as he clutched the computer he was carrying closer, “Roman. I didn’t realize you were back.” Roman awkwardly scratched at the back of his head, “Yeah I’m back.” “He’s back for good!” Patton’s voice echoed from somewhere in the building. Virgil and Logan shared a glance that Roman didn’t like before Virgil said, “You are back from college for good?” “Yeah well, how have you been Virgil? It’s been a while since we last talked,” Roman quickly deflected. It worked as Virgil’s face instantly returned to its previous scowl, “Yeah it’s been eight years.” “How the time flies!” Roman tried to chuckle, but both Virgil and Logan just stared at him, Virgil’s face still locked in that insufferable scowl and Logan’s just impassive. There was a brief moment of awkward silence with rustling sounds of Patton’s search in the background before Roman asked, “What are you doing here, Virgil?” “He plays the drums!” Patton practically rematerialized beside Roman, scaring him. He was holding Roman’s bass. “We asked him to come in after Remy left. Kinda hard to have a band with just two people.” Roman looked around, seeing no drum set, before noting that Virgil’s fingers were drumming against the computer he still clutched, “That’s not drums. That is a computer.” Virgil started to snarl at him, but Patton quickly jumped in, “Roman is going to be joining us today playing bass, okay Virgil?” Virgil stared at Roman for a long moment before responding, “Sure Patton, I’ll turn the bass parts off.” “See, everything’s fine guys! Now Roman,” Roman nearly fell over as Patton suddenly shoved the old bass into his arms, “Make some bass-iful sounds!” “That doesn’t even make sense,” Logan complained.

After band practice, the four made their way to the town diner for some pizza. They made their way about halfway through the pie, chattering aimlessly, when Roman remarked, “It’s nice, us hanging out like this. We should do it more often now that I’m back.” The other glanced at each other with almost wary looks, causing Roman to question, “What?” “Well, you see Roman,” Patton started. “As much as we would love to hang out together,” Logan continued. “We can’t,” Virgil flatly stated, pulling his legs up into his chair with him. Roman stared at Virgil, miffed and slightly hurt at his bluntness. Patton leaned forward, carefully touching Roman’s arm, directing his attention back to himself, “You see Roman, we have responsibilities now. Jobs to go to, bills to pay.” Logan nodded in agreement, “Yeah, I work the day shift at Video Outpost Too.” “I manage the Ol’ Pickaxe,” Virgil spoke up from his chair. “And I’m king of the Snack Falcons!” Patton leapt up out of his chair, his arms waving to match his excitement level. “So you see Roman,” Logan said as he placed one hand on Patton’s arm, guiding him back down into his chair, “We can’t hang out like we used to high school, all the time. Any time.” “Oh,” Roman poked at the piece of half-eaten pizza still left on the plate in front of him. “You said earlier that Remy left. Where did he go?” Patton seemed to deflate at the mention of their other high school buddy rather than get excited like Roman was hoping, “He left one night. Didn’t tell anyone where he was going, he was here one day and just gone the next. His parents thought he went missing. They put up posters all over town. But shortly after Longest Day last year, he was gone.” Roman tilted his head as he asked, “You don’t think he really went missing, do you?” Patton shrugged as he looked off out the window, “No. I think he hopped the trains. He’s gone somewhere out there, travelling.” “Just like he always said he would,” Roman tried to give Patton a smile. Patton stared at Roman for a second before breaking out into his own grin, “Yes, exactly. Just like he always said.” Roman looked over at the other two. Logan was giving his own gentle smile towards Patton. Virgil, however, was giving Roman another one of his eerie stares. Before Roman could question him though, he suddenly said in a gravelly voice, “Why did you come back, Roman?” “W-what?” this caught Roman slightly off-guard. It appeared that the issue had stuck in Virgil’s head and he couldn’t deflect it as well as he seemed to for Logan and Patton. Virgil uncurled his legs, replanting them on the floor as he leaned forward in his chair. “You heard me,” he all but growled. “Why did you leave school?” Roman turned to stare out the window much like Patton was just a moment before. “It didn’t work out,” he said. “Didn’t work out?” Roman refused to turn and see what look Virgil was giving him this time. Patton apparently saw it though as he quickly said, “Well I don’t know about you guys, but I think it is time to head out. It’s date night for me and Lo tonight so we need to get home.” “Fine by me,” Virgil stood up, the other three quickly following suit. After paying, Patton grabbed Roman’s arm on their way, “I can’t begin to tell you how excited I am that you are back in town! I have to work like every day, but we try to have band practice at least once a week and you need to hang out with us beyond that. I’ll let you know the evenings I’m off and we- what is that?” The two came to an abrupt halt right outside the diner as the two stared at the strange object Patton spotted lying on the sidewalk. Logan and Virgil walked up behind them, Virgil lighting a cigarette before joining Logan at peering around them to see what they were staring at. “Is that an arm?” Virgil asked. “It appears to be an arm,” Logan confirms, leaning in a bit closer to try and get a closer look. “Oh great, are you telling me I have to worry about dismemberment on my way home as well as everything else!” Virgil moaned. Roman smirked as he located another item right by his feet, “I’m going to poke it with a stick.” Logan turned in shock to see Roman picking up the stick, “No, we should call the police! We should not poke it with a stick!” “Do it! Do it!” Patton chanted, a grin to match Roman’s growing on his face. Roman got down to scoot forward with his stick to poke at the arm, ignoring Logan’s mutterings about how “insufferable the lot of you are.” As he pushed the arm around, the sleeve came up slightly to reveal something black on the arm. “What is that?” he whispered to himself as he continued to poke the arm around in order to push the sleeve up. It looked like it could be a black triangle or maybe a black dia- “Hey what are you kids doing?” Roman snapped his head up to see his uncle storming up the sidewalk towards the group. He quickly dropped his stick, taking a step back, one hand in front of Patton, who had been practically on top of him trying to watch what he was doing. “Hey Uncle Mall Cop!” he called out, trying to keep a smile on his face, “We found an arm.” Thomas stopped on the other side of the arm looking down in what was obviously disgust, “And you decided the best thing to do was not call the cops but to poke it with a stick?” “Yup! See there is this black-” “Roman, stop!” Roman looked up from where he was about to point out the strange marking on the arm to see his uncle rubbing at his temples with one hand in exasperation. “When there is a random body part just lying on the ground, the normal thing to do is to alert the authorities, not poke it with a stick.” Roman huffed as he straightened back up, “Well, I alert you. There is an arm on the ground outside the diner. There. You have been alerted.” Thomas stared at him for a long moment before saying, “Go home kids. But not alone. It’s getting dark, so use the buddy system.” Logan reached forward to detach Patton from where he was still holding Roman’s arm, “We live just down the street officer.” “And I can take Roman home,” Roman turned in surprise to see Virgil pulling a set of car keys out of his hoodie pocket as he dropped his cigarette on the ground to snuff it out with his sneaker. Behind him, he could hear Thomas say, “Thank you, Virgil. Now hurry home, all of you before it gets dark.” “Yes, sir!” Patton and Logan went around Thomas and started down the street hand in hand. Roman could see Thomas say something softly into his walky-talky, but before he could question his uncle further, Virgil grabbed his jacket sleeve with a quiet, “Come on,” and the two set off for a car parked just down the street. They were silent for the first few minutes of the drive. Roman nervously twiddled his thumbs. It had been years since he’d talked to Virgil let alone been in an enclosed space alone with him. But if there was one thing Roman hated, it was awkward silences, so he tried what he hoped would be a neutral silence, “So, the Ol’ Pickaxe, huh?” “What?” Virgil’s voice was so monotone that Roman almost missed that it was a question. “Your parents’ store. Are they training you to take over or what?” Roman asked. Virgil suddenly slammed on the brakes, causing Roman to jerk forward and then slam back against his seat as the seatbelt caught him. “Ow!” “Oh look, we’re here,” Virgil said, still very monotone, his face holding no expression. “Um, actually my house isn’t for another couple of blocks,” Roman said. “Get out,” a slight snarl entered Virgil’s voice. “Okay, okay,” Roman scrambled out of the car, barely shutting the door before Virgil took off, his tires screeching. “What is his problem?” Roman murmured to himself, starting on the remaining walk home.

He made it home just as the sun disappeared below the horizon. He heard a voice calling from the living room, “Roman, is that you?” “Yeah it is,” he walked around the corner to see his dad sitting on the couch, putting the TV on mute. “Roman honey, I’m sorry again that we didn’t pick you up yesterday. I still can’t believe that-” “Dad,” Roman interrupted. “It’s okay.” “No, it really isn’t,” his dad said. “Well, why don’t we do this? Let’s pretend that I did get home today. We just got home from you picking me up from the train station,” Roman suggested. His dad finally cracked a smile, “Sure.” Roman walked over to sit next to his dad, hugging him, “Thanks for picking me up from the train station, Dad.” “Your welcome Roman. How was the train ride?” his dad asked. “Lots of cattle,” the two chuckled. Roman suddenly pulled away, “Oh! We saw an arm today!” His dad’s eyebrows knit together in confusion, “Wait, are we still pretending that it is yesterday?” “No! I was at the diner with Patton, Logan, and Virgil, and there was an arm outside as we were leaving. I poked it with a stick and then Uncle Mall Cop showed up and yelled at me,” Roman explained. “I wish you wouldn’t call your uncle that. His job is very dangerous,” Roman’s dad sighed. Roman shook his head, “No, you’re missing the point, Dad. There was an arm outside the diner downtown!” “Maybe you should go to bed Roman,” his dad turned back to the TV. Roman’s face fell, “Yeah sure. Good night Dad.” He got up and started to leave the room, but was stopped when he heard his dad say, “Good night little prince.” He smiled at his dad, who was still facing the TV, before heading up the stairs to his room.

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notesofarichlycolorednight · 6 years

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Hey,pal! I loved your hc ' s about Luke! And reading your last answered ask about him reminded me of something. You pointed out how the Hermes cabin was disrespected. Then, my mind went back to one of your Silena asks. Especially, how people said that she could've betrayed the camp because her cabin was being disrespected. However, the disrespect wasn't more than obnoxious most of times, IMO. And that's talking about the rest of the campers. Like, let's take the flag game. There's no bullshit...

…Like “-The cabin 10 losers are yours! -No,they’re yours!” In the Flag Game. The Aphrodite children rarely participate because they usually don’t want to. Besides, Silena and her siblings seem to have quite an easy time shutting down those people. It’s not like she felt hopeless(except when Beckendorf died, but that’s not the issue here). Unlike the cabin 11,where they put the “undesirable kids”,and people didn’t trust them.

hey dude! thanks, i’m glad! i’m having fun thinking abt these :D

yep! most of the disrespect that the aphrodite cabin receives is from the other campers and their stereotype of aphrodite (partly due to rick’s ability to fall into stereotypes when it comes to feminism)

i mean i’m glad that rick moved away from that in hoo, in that aphrodite talks abt her origins and how her son was the one who founded the Great Roman Empire™ or whatever

but he still fell into other stereotypes regarding aphrodite’s children still, so it’s not that much of an accomplishment. and the only reason he detailed aphrodite’s origins is in order to further piper’s character arc (and foil her more with one-dimensional drew) so… not to mention, the rest of her cabin remains p stereotypically aphrodite-like

but anyway, i agree. it’s more obnoxious than anything. hc that they knew what thier mom was abt, so it really didn’t matter what others thought of them, bc the only opinions that mattered were their own. they knew they were powerful in their own right, and if the camp didn’t want them to participate in capture the flag bc they’re always being misunderstood, then fuck ‘em.

and hey, guess what, you can still take what aphrodite is goddess of and turn those tropes on their head. like there’s a post going around abt wing-eyeliner so sharp it literally can cut ppl, using stilettos as weapons bc have you seen those heels? can’t remember if this was part of the post, but blood-red nails like claws dripping with real blood

i think esp when it comes to love–bc love is so much more than just romantic or sexual. there’s so much to be said abt the many facets of love, and some love between two ppl we don’t even have a name for, but it’s so profound and beautiful

like where’s that aphrodite, huh? love and beauty, love is beauty. beauty simultaneously spending hrs on your makeup, hair, and clothes and not giving a single shit. love being someone who loves you regardless of whether you’re the former or latter person.

and then the badass aspects, like stated above

this is kinda going off on a tanget, but ugly and beauty are socialized standards. bc of this, it’s my belief that anyone is beautiful when they smile, when they’re truly happy, when they’re doing/talking/thinking abt something they truly enjoy, smth they’re passionate abt ya know?

/tangent

so yeah, i think the fact that chb put undetermined kids into the hermes cabin spoke to how not only other demigods, but also how the gods, feel abt hermes as a god and while i kinda feel bad for hermes, talking abt just how shitty he was as a father makes me feel way less bad so

now i think some could make the argument that bc hermes is the patron god of travelers, it “made sense” i guess that they’d throw the undetermined kids in his cabin, bc they’re…traveling i guess??? but that argument is flimsy at best. chb is supposed to be their home (or home away from home if they only go during the summer), so they’re not traveling. they’ve found out their demigods, they could at least get some recognition of who their godly parent actually is

his powers are really, so very subtle, so it’s difficult to see how powerful he could truly be without the right context. part of me feels it’s almost by design, bc a lot of his powers can be used for illegal activity, and you don’t really want to be noticed. maybe by other criminals, and by an alias, but certainly not by your true name and the cops, ya know???

but it still communicates how everyone thinks of hermes, whether or not it’s on purpose. we’ve had not indication that hermes really cares abt that, but we’ve also not interacted with hermes a whole lot in the series, except for when we’re talking abt luke so

i think some of his skills are lost in other gods, too. take for example athena who is, as we all know, the goddess of wisdom and battle strategy. her children are intelligent, good at planning, and battle. hermes invented the internet. do you know what kind of genius it takes to do that? but it’s masked, covered up bc athena is the patron goddess of wisdom, of things like genius and intelligence.

hermes is a v “jack of all trades” kind of god, so gods who are more powerful in certain aspects that he can manifest in his children–charisma (apollo), cunning (athena)–are obscured by the more specialized god or goddess.

and while being the master of one or two things is beneficial, there are also benefits to being a jack of all trades, esp in the right context. they could become chameleons–fitting in where they need to be, and getting out before the going gets too rough, or they’re asked to do something beyond their skill set. which, again, usually lends itself to more…shall we say less legal activity

now that’s not always the case of course. those skills can be applied in more legal settings. but i��ve been watching a lot of spy/crime/espionage shows since i was like 10, so i like that kind of stuff. i’ve also been binging person of interest on netflix, so that’s on the brain as well. it probs doesn’t help that hermes is also known as the god of thieves so

as always, thanks for sending these in!!! hope to talk/discuss more soon ^_^

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Gotham Review - 4x21

I delayed this review a bit due to stressing and tweeting over season 5. Now I can edit this review properly :) Congrats Gothamites!

An episode starting off with Lucius and Harvey scenes? Already a good episode.

“Listen, Jim found his way out, understand?” I love how confident Harvey is in Jim’s survival. Either that or denial because he loves his best friend so much.

On second thought, he probably knows that Jim’s plot armor shall be his salvation!

Oof all those cops talking smack to Harvey over the Pyg fiasco. Now is not the time to be questioning his authority, people. Don’t let them get to you, Harvey!

Thank you, Harper. I have always loved you. Please don’t ever be cannon fodder.

Oh, I completely forgot that no one knows about Jeremiah being evil yet. All they know is about Jerome followers and Bruce/Jeremiah possibly being in danger.

Snazzy clothes Jeremiah!

Yeah, he does not like being compared to his brother. Always insulting Jerome any time that someone mentions him.

An evacuation huh? Hmm...

Huh. I kind of expected a bit of a more emotional response from Babs and possibly Oswald over Jim dying. I think Oswald is masking his pain with a styling wardrobe and money.

“or woman power, if you will” Awe look at Ozzie all for woman power lol

Using Butch’s “condition” to get what you want, Oswald? I see what you’re doing.

Tabby giving her girlfriend puppy dog eyes to get what she wants. How can you say no to that, Babs?

Oswald’s expressions always get to me XD

They saved your life from Jerome, mayor. It’s best just to roll with it and do what they say.

Great. Now Bruce will be blaming himself for Jeremiah and the whole city destruction because of Wayne Enterprises funding it. As if he needed more things to blame himself for.

Yeah, Jim would probably nag at Bruce to stay away, only for Bruce to not listen anyway. So, even with Harvey in charge, Bruce is right on track :P

The first thing you say on the phone is that you hope he didn’t catch a cold? As if that is his first concern when you are answering Alfred’s phone lol

You are going to prove you're his best friend by driving him insane, killing his butler, and destroying the city? Here’s a thought: buy him a card or dinner instead!

Lee and Jim interacting once again. Well, that was quick. Always awkward when you keep running into your ex.

Oh! Of course, it would be because of Ed that Jim is alive. Ha! Wonder if he will regret that decision later on.

“Bruce, I am going to be here whenever you need me” Awww that’s so sweet.

If she wasn’t such an important character, I’d almost think it’s a death foreshadowing.

Ed with the doubting and jealousy. Come on, you knew she was using you. Why are you still on this?

Okay, I love the idea of Ed helping to solve Jeremiah’s plans...but this isn’t exactly what I had in mind.

I love seeing Lucius and Harvey working together to save the day. We don’t see enough of their scenes.

“Lucius, English please” I feel like I hear the “English please” in every show that has to do with technology or science these days :P

Part of me doesn’t believe Jeremiah envies Bruce going through his “one bad day” but another part of me wouldn’t be surprised if he truly does.

No, don’t kill Alfred! That won’t make things better!

I don’t say it enough but great acting with Cameron. I never once ever see Jerome or Jeremiah as “oh that’s just Cameron”. I automatically see them as two separate characters with two separate personalities. Fantastic acting! Why is this cast so gifted?

Oh my gosh...all of these characters. In the same room. Together. I love it.

Oswald twirling that trigger is just fabulous.

Money? Wait, all you want is money? You are all okay with the city being blown to bits? Even Oswald?

I really hope they are expecting the unexpected here. Babs is right “is that it?” You shouldn’t underestimate. It’s a trap!

Yeah, I wouldn’t have let him walk away if I were you...

Oh okay! So they do want to help save Gotham. Good to know.

Gee Oswald, say it louder why don’t you...

Plan #2 is a bazooka? Well, now I’m intrigued with a plan #3.

You know, the more you insist you aren’t insane, the more people suspect you are insane.

“No! You promised the city 6 hours!” I got to say, I love how Babs has been written and shown these past few episodes. She just seems like she is given so much more depth. I also love that all of the villains are bad but have their own levels/rules of bad. Destroying a city and thousands of people is just too extreme for them.

Jeremiah is one fast runner. Did he ever run track in school?

Scarecrow! I really want to know how he got Jonathan involved with this. Was it the whole “you knew my brother” thing? Or Jonathan just felt like it?

Ed seems to be the only person so far that doesn’t care if the city turns to rubble. Given his past comments, it doesn’t really surprise me. At the same time, does he not care to save even his friend “through thick and thin”?

“I’m with Lee now” Oh here we go...

Ugh I’m sorry. I can’t with these scenes. It’s just so cringy.

I like that Jim uses the word “validate”. It’s such a good word to use for Ed.

Exactly! No one truly knows Lee the way that they think they do.

“Oh Jim, she’s with me in every way...” I didn’t need to know this. Somehow, I don’t know if I believe that. But honestly, this is Ed. He could just mean “every way” as “I teach her how to riddle”

Wow...this whole “ten times the killer” thing. I mean, Jim was a soldier and he has shot a lot of criminals in the past seasons but like...his motives were still somewhat different. I can’t tell if he is just agreeing to the killer thing because he feels guilty about all the deaths that were because of him (more likely) or there was a part of him that knew that him agreeing to Ed’s words was the only way for Ed to finally help him.

I love when Ed is solving puzzles and being smart, showing off his knowledge.

“Ed, wait, there’s one thing I can’t figure out” No! Ugh, Ed! Don’t be this stupid. You should be smarter than this! “One? Being a little kind to yourself...” Okay, that helped a little lol He just had to slide a comment like that in there.

“HARVEY!” It just wouldn’t be a Gotham episode without Oswald yelling. Or dressing amazingly. Or giving expressions that are moods.

Harvey’s relief to see Jim alive and then the hug. So nice :)

Harvey: we just need to know the locations. Jim: *walks in* I know the locations. Me: Could that be any more conveniently timed?

Selina and Scarecrow! Interacting! Sweet.

Foxy being all helpful :) He’s getting some nice screen time this episode.

Oh, this is all toxin then. Is he really even seeing what he thinks he’s seeing?

Oh my gosh...the cutting of the smile. This has to be the toxin, right? This can’t actually be Alfred.

Selina finding a man in the closet? Must be Alfred. I thought Jeremiah asked them to kill him?

Selina helping Bruce through it and getting his attention. So intense.

The looks shared between Bruce and Alfred. He’s so relieved! ...What? No hug!? Missed opportunity. Harvey took the hug quota in the episode I guess? Eh, he deserved them though.

“Lucius, they’re identical...” Harvey’s shaken and upset voice :(

Ooh Jim being savage.

Eeny meeny...? Really Harvey? lol

YES! HARVEY DID IT! A hero right there. He looks so happy.

Another failed trigger. Gotham just never wants triggers to work well.

Oh, Jeremiah is pissed. Very intimidating.

Haha he ran so fast out of there.

I admire that he has so many back up plans. Thinking ahead.

*burns his followers* “Hmm...well, that’s disappointing” lol

Wait, is that all of your followers? What happened to Ecco?

“Ever since we teamed up, everything has gone to crap” True but it isn’t the finale yet. Oswald tends to get back on top at that point.

Yeah, I definitely think Oswald hasn’t been forthcoming with this Strange stuff. I sense many ulterior motives.

Man, I just noticed that Oswald, Ed, and Jeremiah are all being outsmarted and foiled from their plans today. Just can’t catch a break to blackmail or murder.

Yup, it was also Ed that did that :) When are Jeremiah and Ed going to share a scene, huh?

Ra’s! I had a hunch.

“you’re behind me, aren’t you?” So, Jeremiah is familiar with tropes and “scary” movies, I see?

Jeremiah: no thanks. Ra’s: *mentions Bruce* Jeremiah: Okay! Let’s do this! What are we waiting for? *is already running out the door because it’s apparently his favorite sport*

Ed is going to be creeping and listening-yup. It figures.

Why am I not surprised that Ed is listening to all this? Yeah, I predict he is going to go after Lee, Jim, or both of them now...and fail at it because of plot. Oh, this is not going to end well.

Okay, this is conflicting. On one hand, I find this whole thing aggravating. I hate that Ed is always involved with love storylines and seemingly acting dumb because of it. I hate that Lee fell into that too. At the same time, in terms of his behavior in this episode, this is such an Ed thing to do in a way. He is insecure and seeks validation. That really fits his character. His paranoia is also understandable. He’s always been that way and made stupid decisions because of it. Like when he was paranoid that Jim was onto his murder of Kristen in S2 and blew it all for himself. So, that part of the storyline actually makes sense, which is why I can see him ruining everything next episode because of that paranoia. At this point, I just hope it gets resolved quickly.

Awwww! Everyone applauding Harvey! Giving him the appreciation he deserves! I love this so much! It’s about time!

Lucius and the GCPD joking with him lol

Aww another Harvey hug in an episode. That hug! So touching! I love it!

Are they gonna-yes! They actually kissed this time!

Well, at least one ship is happy. *Jeremiah shoots Selina* You just can’t let people be happy for more than a few seconds? Can you Gotham?

Bruce, your security system sucks. If you even have one.

Selina! No! I know you won’t die but still!

Hey, is that a new hat? Okay, how can Jeremiah have two new hats in one episode and Ed have his bowler hat yet Oswald gets nothing but a hallucination? A travesty. Jeremiah does pull them off though.

I hope Jeremiah gives Oswald his second hat as a way to broker a peace or something. Or Oswald just steals it after firing his machine gun at him, not being able to kill Jeremiah though.

Jeremiah doesn’t even care that he’s getting beaten up. He’s just like “whatever. I expected this”

So much silence of sound. The intensity... poor Selina. Poor Bruce, having to deal with another loved one shot in front of him.

This was seriously the plan? Walk in, shoot Selina, get beat up? Does Ra’s want her hurt so that he can leverage some Lazarus water or something? How does Jeremiah getting arrested fall under this?

Overall: Great episode. Many of the characters dealing with the same threat, which I love. Everyone banding together against Jeremiah, who I am very much enjoying thus far. I loved seeing the team-ups and interactions. Different changes of pace. Oswald and Butch/Grundy team up with Babs and Tabs to take down Jeremiah. It fails. They decide to go find/threaten Strange to help Grundy. Ed and Jim have a Lee conversation, Ed helps decipher Jeremiah’s plans and then gets knocked out by Jim. Trouble brews with Ed/Lee/Jim. Lucius teams up with Harvey to stop the explosions. Harvey disables it. The GCPD celebrate him. Jeremiah tries to drive Bruce crazy. It fails. Jeremiah burns all his followers. Jeremiah teams up with Ra’s. Bruce and Selina save Alfred. They kiss. Jeremiah shoots Selina in the gut and Alfred starts beating him up.

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Just a casual ask to be answered (if at all) at your leisure :) Was scrolling through some lovely gifs and started to wonder what your favorite bi!Dean moments are and why

Hello, my lovely Anon!

This is a tricky question because to me every moment is a bi!Dean moment because Dean is bi All The Time. :P But I know what you mean - you mean when he’s showing overtly that he’s bisexual by hop-skipping away from his pattern of sleeping with women and actually showing his interest in men as well, right?

I’m in the camp of people who can see the pattern of bisexuality traced back to the pilot, and it’s very much linked to characters in uniform, which is intriguing on levels I don’t really feel like digging too much into here, but considering John was a soldier and Dean’s commander and Dean was raised as a soldier and was always submissive to his father… yeah, there’s a bit of a Freudian nightmare going on here.

Still, some of the best Dean-flirts-with-a-man moments occur with men in uniform (and yes, they top my favourites list for sure) and they’re staple moments for bi!Dean at this point, but there’s still so much to love about them!

I love the subtle ones: Dean getting slammed up against a wall with a smirk or how soft he is with Ash in 2x01, but I also LOVE these ones –>

4x06 (who does not love this one?)

Where he makes this young, extremely cute cop blush for no good reason other than to show Dean - drunk out of his head - engaging in something that, in contrast with all the other situations he’s faced with in this episode, does not scare him. Like at all. This is Dean not fearful. This is Dean doing something that’s calming and enjoyable and takes his mind off the fact that his heart might be about to burst in his chest. I mean, I LOVE it so much.

5x03 (I mean… seriously, Dean)

This is Dean hitting on Cas. Is there any other way to read this scene? And it’s not some throwaway moment - this entire fucking episode is built around the fact that Dean is into Cas and is testing the waters and it’s awkward and glorious and Cas is confused as fuck and Dean goes all self-conscious, but he’s not discouraged, not really. In fact, he realises this is a wonderful chance to get the upper hand and he gleefully brings Cas to a strip club, perhaps to smirk at his discomfort over his beer, perhaps to suss out exactly what Cas’ relationship to sex actually is.

I love how they open the episode with this exchange, taut and focused entirely on the fact that Dean shows Cas (with arms splayed open invitingly to boot) that he’s open to holding hands and sailing off a cliff together if that’s what Cas wants. This invitation is deflected by Cas’ squinty frown and then? Then we get “Bert and Ernie are gay” and Dean bringing Cas into a situation of heterosexual sex, almost to see if hey, did Cas reject me because I’m a man or is this an angel thing? What’s going on here? Junkless or just… awkward?

The fact that Dean’s prodding leads him to laugh harder than he has in years is kind of a release in and of itself… But this is really to be dug into in another post. :P

8x13 (The Moment)

I mean, I’m a sucker for awkward Dean and I love it when he’s taken off guard like this. It’s the BEST THING EVER. This whole exchange with Aaron is gorgeously crafted and the fact that Dean is happily showing off about it to Sam later on in the episode, calling Aaron his “gay thing”, while Aaron shatters even that illusion as he’s not actually gay, it’s funny not because Dean seems so overtly delighted about being hit on by a guy, but to me, it rocked Dean back on his heels because it’s so in his face.

We’ve seen him have chemistry and flirt with men before, but we’ve never had a man come onto him unabashedly like this. If we take into account the fact that interacting with men is not something that causes any sort of fear in Dean (going off 4x06) then his awkwardness and self-consciousness above and his following contentment at having a guy tell him he’s into him can be traced to a different type of fear, right? Because Aaron hits on him in a cute way, in a human way, he’s interested in Dean the person, not Dean the gorgeous face and hot body. It’s not about sex with Aaron. I’d say that’s why Dean is flustered, and that’s why I LOVE AARON SO MUCH. :D

Those are my top three bi!Dean moments and the reasons for why they’re my top three and they are so unoriginal I almost feel like hiding my face, BUT they are moments that we love for good reason. I just want more of these between Dean and Cas in the upcoming episodes because damnnnnn when they flip that switch and let the chemistry flow between them it’s fucking breathtaking!

Happy Friday, my lovely!

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Med Rewatch Series (#2)

\haha yeah I was totally planning on sleeping but I literally cannot think about anything else other than getting this idea out of my brain. so, we will try to get through the finale of s2: Love Hurts. please enjoy.

-okay so right off the bat before even starting the episode, i noted a few things. the episode description is “Robin experiences complications and a new face arrives at the hospital.” How fucking annoying that it’s the season finale and the entire episode is centered around connor? of course, at this point we don’t know that the ‘new face’ is his future love interest.

-also!!! the fact that ava is mentioned in the episode description of the season finale? That’s huge!

-the episode description makes it sound like nothing fucking happens in this episode.

-also i am extremely scared to start the ep bc i feel like it is going to through me straight back into the deep end and put me in a state of emotional shock.

-i will try to take very deep breaths before the episode starts. okay. here we go.

-does this episode open with robin being carted in on the ambo bc if this is the ep im thinking about, i remember appreciating how angsty this scene was

-i still remember charles yelling ‘2 of adavan!’

-okay hi sarah i really was not expecting to see you this soon

-oh wow. just. sarah calling shots in the ed. in control. you love to see it. also. im just now remembering how early in the ep we get to meet ava. i always remembered it as being at the very end but. i remember connor being distraught with his messy hair.

-also i’m highkey loving how out-of-control connor is rn

-reese. god i missed you so much.

-they counted again. love that.

-okay but like i have no analysis just every time sarah’s onscreen i just want to say ‘i love you’

- i have not heard sarah speak in a HOT SEC and god i forgot how deep her voice was and it is sending me (its not even that deep i just like, forgot.) It has been years and I honestly think i have forgotten who sarah really was. sad.

-like i don’t remember the last time i could describe her as in control but right now treating robin she’s calm (honestly bc she’s the only other shrink on the show, but HOLD ON WAIT DOESNT CHARLES GET SHOT AT THE END OF THIS EPISODE WHAT THE FUCK. reese has one moment. and then her and charles start bickering. i remember why i was so mad)

-i’m in love with her.

-i really have to sit through the next 40 mins of this and just everytime i see sarah going ‘i love her,’ and now you do too.

-oh my god CHARLES SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU CANNOT BLAME CONNOR FOR THIS

-also the reason i became disillusioned: dr charles just started being suuuuuper sus.

-i do love sarah. and honestly, connor, not my favorite, but this storyline really made me empathize with him. his girlfriend is having a psychotic break and people keep shitting on him. (maybe the reason i didn’t like ava at first. really kicked him while he was down)

-I... haha. sarah. hnghhh. you can guess the rest.

-if you were in this situation, with robin, would you be thinking like connor or would you be thinking like charles? personally- connor. Robin was fine. maybe a little impulsive to take her home, but charles was being suuuper overprotective (from what I remember).

-Charles: “This is on you. You did this.” I remember that line hitting really hard when I watched it the first time lmao damn.

-SARAH. HER EYES ARE RED. SHE’S SAD. SHE’S CRYING! COME ONNNN MEDDD YOU CANNOT DO THIS TO ME!!! (and I swallowed my water the wrong way which somehow triggered my gag reflex so now im crying too please god stop Im sorry what did I do)

-yay sarah. hey guys look at that. sarah gets to, like, do her job.

-ALSO I JUST REALIZED THAT S3 STILL SUCKS FOR SARAH BC OF HER INTENSE INTENSE PTSD??? LIKE SHE WHOLE ASS PEPPERSPRAYS HER PATIENT???

-also these are the clothes charles got shot in and honestly i’m not even mad. I’m mad that him getting shot put sarah through so much pain (i talked a lot about ava but y’all are really gonna see just how protective i am of sarah. like god even I forgot.)

-you can see how much sarah cares about connor. which is like, fantastically crazy. (it fuels the rheese shippers which is why i tend to be against it) but just like, that’s just how sarah is. she cares so much. she’s not even close to connor, but you can see how much she cares. this is why its so unfair for sarah to work in psych. like, she’s way too soft for that come on man. (y’all remember the huge car crash episode and at the end she tells ethan that it was nice to be back in the ed bc you can fix people’s bodies but not their minds? 1) she was adorable in that. 2) i am so scared for her. she just cares too much)

-okay but the above bullet is probably the exact reason why people ended up shipping ava and sarah. they both are characters who care way more than they let on. sarah is the only one in the hospital who would probably give ava a second chance after an icy first encounter. That being said, being realistic? ava is probably the only one who would she the bullshit that sarah has to go through everyday, so she would never have the icy first encounter. which in turn sets sarah’s empathy bells off or whatever.

-honestly? ava is a mean to people because she thinks they deserve it. that’s it. she’s not a bitch or anything like that (and yeah, ava stans do a little bit of overlooking her behavior bc hey if a careless med student bumps into her while passing by, thats on them). (and of course, in this world and in reesker minds, sarah has never done anything wrong, ever.)

-look guys, i did it. i boiled reesker down to its bare essentials! (lmao tho literally walking through it again from almost a totally fresh perspective, it is still so easy to see how they would have been great together.)

-also. uh. not to pile on the reesker but. ----- connor just got paged by latham. is-is it happening?

-refusing to go home and sleep because the person you care most about is lying in a hospital bed is such classic angst oh my god

-wtf? charles has meds i completely forgot? for his heart? when is he gonna get shot the suspense is killing me.

-ALSO. YOU ARE TELLING ME. THAT S3 SARAH HAD TO DEAL WITH PTSD AND A POSSIBLE PATIENT LAWSUIT. AT THE SAME TIME HER FATHER WAS BEING SUSPECTED OF MURDER, AT THE SAME TIME HE TRIED TO RECONNECT. it is a fucking crime that that is the season we have to rewatch. its a crime they abused her so much.

-waiting for charles to keel over and die like

-the worst thing is that like, he actually cares. he actually truly cares about sarah, he just did a lot of bad things. so sarah has to justify them all! and sarah had no idea how to feel because now she’s disillusioned again. please chill

-lmao stoll wow

-oh. soft sweet boy noah. he really doesn’t know better, and that’s almost the worst thing.

-also. dr. shore. that’s really all i have to say about that.

-ohhhhh my god nat fucking chill

-what is it with couples on mad and not being allowed to be happy. (this could be about reesker if you, like, reallyyyy squint)

-aw! hey, look! it’s jay! he’s nice to look at too. ooh i also forgot how deep his voice was lol

-counting

- i honestly forgot what a good source of angst this show was. this guys parents are flying in from germany to go to his graduation and then he got hit by a car??? damn

- i still forget how much i like the cop/doctor brother duo. I love it.

-GUYSSS

-GUYSSS ITS HAPPENING

-the air literally left my lungs I am not ready.

-ITS FUCKING

-oh my god

-it is 3 am and I just screamed out loud holy shit

-I FORGOT I FUCKING FORGOT. IT DOESNT HAPPEN WITH HER IN CASUAL CLOTHES. THAT IS AT THE END. I FORGOT THEY INTERACT WITH HER IN SCRUBS

- I FORGOT I FUCKING FORGOT

--holy shit she is fucking stunning. she was just allowed to be like that? in her first introduction? while connor looks like complete shit? IMAGINE THE POWER SHE HAS HOLY SHIT. THIS IS THE GREATEST POWER MOVE IVE EVER SEEN.

-uh for those of you who are confused, ava bekker has entered the scene and holy. shit. is she fucking amazing. and she hasn’t even said a word yet. all she did was turn

-H E R P O W E R

-uhhuufhuahdoas back to the analysis - latham reiterated all of the points we just discussed in the premiere, only goes to show how this was planned, from the start.

- t h e p o w e r ava has to step on the scene and instantly fuck things up. I ASPIRE

-okay let me try again to move forward. (nope. i tried to go back to the tab and just. the expression on her face. guys. i cannot express the emotions. we will press on)

-deep breaths

-she’s so pretty oh my god

-I-uh- okay listen. it is really, really, really hard to analyze this because i have not watched an actual scene or actually heard her talk in her very very pretty accent in two years. I, uh, i need a minute.

-i honestly cannot recall a thing she just said. (i am literally in fucking love) (i’m gonna go back and rewatch the scene and see what I pick up)

-THE----the fucking way she puts her hand back in her pocket

-GOD IM FUCKING GAY

-as for analysis - god that cheeky little smile.

-she’s blunt. is what took me about 75 words to say. this is gonna be a nightmare. (if i torture myself and make myself watch s4 and s5 then I’ll be really sad) (at this point can you imagine what would’ve happened if i had watched her death? I’m remembering exactly how crushed I was)

-OH. YEAH. IN CASE YOU FORGOT? THAT GIRL? THE SNARKY ONE? ON SCREEN RIGHT NOW? SHE’S. FUCKING. DEAD. CANONICALLY SHES DEAD. HOLY FUCKING SHIT.

-like just that fact is sending me so hard. i am already so sad. I had like thirty seconds of elation. it’s not FUCKING FAIR

- i need another minute. AND SHE STILL HAS ANOTHER LINE.

-this doesn’t really pertain to the theory but the “loyal, that’s sweet” line has got to mean something. Like something to be said about how connor couldn’t commit to her in s4. (its just so fucking unfair that she’s dead but we really need to move on)

-this also means that ava isn’t entirely loyal? bc she’s looking down on connor for being loyal? I um really don’t have all the info to unpack All of that, but it should be noted.

-DID YOU CONNOR? DID YOU ENJOY WORKING TOGETHER???

-from ava stan perspective: @ connor you like made her life hell, which wasn’t your fault but still. uhh she’s the one that’s dead, you’re not, so obviously one of you enjoyed it a little more. let’s move on.

-i love her.

-haha oh man jack kelloggs back. FUCKING MERC HIS ASS (i don’t hate charles that much and this storyline gave me so much fucking anxiety throughout the ep)

-god jack kelloggs such an asshole

-OKAY BRUH ETHAN AND APRIL HAVE A THING THIS SEASON? jesus this show really moves

-there are a lot of things I could complain about.

-will: “Why’d she do that? Cut her hair. A woman makes a change like that, it’s a big deal.” S4 AVA WHAT DOES IT MEAN

-i can’t believe its the season finale and they have enough time for will to ask maggie why nat cut her hair. this show is the reason I have anxiety. charles is about to get shot and what are you doing

-oh. oh wow. noah and sarah bickering/noah flirting. it’s like, adorable. which i don’t think is really fair. just, sarah’s the best

-I- uh- can’t believe that was the first time I watched an ava scene in years? that was a really big step for me?? god wow.

-god remember how sarah just like, saved robin? yall remember that? REMEMBER WHEN SARAH COULD DO THINGS? there’s a reason i hated this show.

-okay but just like the fact that charles was - content with letting his daughter be holed up in a room for the foreseeable future? when sarah had a perfectly logical answer? who is he trying to undermine here? (and that is why i hate charles)

-sharon: “where’s the daniel who doesn’t give up? doesn’t your own daughter deserve that much?” kind of a reach but if charles really cares about sarah as much as he does, and sharon knows this, the double meaning here is almost impeccable.

-oh hey guys! ava’s back!

-okay this is like super nitpicky but at this point it feels like norma didn’t have the accent down packed and its a little exaggerated and awkward at times but, come on, still love her.

-Ava: “excuse me, you’re an emergency medicine resident, why are we even talking” AVA BEKKER REALLY TAKES NO SURVIVORS (the writers just really weren’t banking on the fans being that attracted to ava) (like i forgot how blunt she was and holy shit. wow. i kinda see where the haters were coming from. its amazing to see how we clawed her back tho [by we i mean the lesbians])

-analytical. That’s what ava is. It’s almost like that thing where people purposefully say something outlandish just to gauge people’s reaction. she doesn’t argue with connor, at least not now. she just looks between him and ethan, sees she’s outnumbered, and walks off. She doesn’t know how the place works yet. she’s testing the waters. - this could be why she slowly gets more and more confrontational as the series progresses. she sees that no matter what, everyone will be on connor’s side. she doesn’t fight a losing battle. but when you’re constantly losing, its frustration. (reminder, these things only hold true in s3. s4 doesn’t exist)

-I’m fucking?? where the hell did jeff go?

-also, oh, this is maggie’s storyline. the guy dies right but he wanted to propose to the girl? wait no that doesn’t seem right...

-yooo its the girl in the gorilla costume. certified iconic. also how the hell did they have enough time for all this crap in the finale. this show fucking moves.

-for like a split second i forgot that noah and april were siblings

-noah’s a sweetie

-oh hey look it’s ava

-knock knock. who’s there? oh boy, point one for ava stans, she’s right about the surgery (potential evidence showing how this is the first scene of connor not being shit/actually being out or equally matched)

-OKAY WOW SARAH GO OFF (she’’s just fantastic i mean look at her. she’s adorable)

-ava: “Why do all the residents in this hospital think they can offer their opinions?” DR BEKKER PLEASE (okay but like i said last ep i had the exact same question. go off ava)

-connor just took control of the case (first instance of ava outright saying ‘i disagree’) (and let me guess, he’s gonna be right in the end because he literally fucking always is)

-if you look at it from a different perspective, ava was necessary. they needed someone to put connor in his place. at least, she tried. (very disappointing that she also had to sleep with him but that’s not the current point) if they wanted to fix his problem of coming off as spoiled, ava gave him a force to fight against, to earn his stars. they could’ve done it better, and actually had him lose a few times. because what does constantly letting connor win do? it undermines ava, it also undermines his attending. his attending who he is constantly having to stick up for. dude. hero complex chill. ava never had a hero complex. which cannot be said for a lot of the people on the show (IF YOU EVEN TRY TO ARGUE THIS POINT IS WRONG I POINT YOU TO THE EPISODE WHERE AVA PUSHED THE CREDIT FOR THE SURGERY ONTO CONNOR WHEN A FAMILY MEMBER WAS HUGGING HER) they did it wrong. they tried to, idk, fix connor by giving him humility, but they kind of completely forgot the humility part. and the part where he learns things. HE EVEN HAS TO STAND UP FOR AVA TO HER OWN MENTOR. LITERALLY? DUDE? FUCKING. CHILL.

-okay but that’s what it is though. ava was always meant to be the villain. because she was always a counter for connor. and connor is the hero. (you may be thinking this goes against my theory because I’m fighting for ava rights, but my actual theory is that ava was never supposed to stay past s3. the only reason she stayed was because she became a fan favorite. she was supposed to take connor’s mayo clinic offer. and you know how it probably would have happened? Connor probably would have gave her the offer. letting him be the hero one last time. [of course, this isn’t what happened. we all know.])

-OKAY FUCK THIS RESIDENT? “good call, Dr. Rhodes” SHUT THE FUCK UP??? (resident speaking rights revoked)

-I have nothing for this but just want to point out how she looks around and says “yes” all contemplative. god if i could just think about what she was thinking

-jack bro stop

-okay. was there ever an active shooter in the hospital when ava was around. bc if there was. i legally need to know

-lmao stoll

-sarah... makes me smile.

-fun fact: we are at about the half way mark. I am so sorry.

-no no no nono. so, robin just got diagnosed and is getting prepped for surgery. Sarah. don’t give charles credit for solving it. stop.

-Hey! yall remember how the best characters on the show only got thirty seconds of onscreen time together? yeah! I’m still mad about it too!

-aww connor being worried. (i think im fine with connor as long as like, ava is no where near. this scene is just very pure)

-when is this guy gonna get shot already

-aww he loves her. i want to kill him. (why? playboy. gets feelings way too quick. stop him. keep him away from ava)

-HAHAHAH okay. robin just got put into surgery and latham and ava are performing it (is it a brain surgery? yes. are they ct surgeons? yes. don’t ask questions) BUT you can see this emotion on ava’s face. she feels sorry for him. it’s up for us to decide if its condescending or she just feels bad for or bc she is on a surgery he wanted, but for the sake of opinion, i’m inclined to say she just felt bad for him (cough empathy cough)

-literally everytime charles is on screen im like when is he gonna get shot

-this scene where both connor and charles admit they were wrong is very nice (hey actually look, connor does have humility! not in front of ava tho so hmm) (sexual tens- literally no, shut the fuck up)

-HAHA HOLY SHIT I FORGOT CONNORS MOM KILLED HERSELF?? HOLY SHIT? THIS FUCKING GUY LITERALLY CANT CATCH A BREAK (maybe take a hint bro? and go far far away? well he did. too little too late ig)

-connor: “i obviously couldn’t save my mom, but I sure as hell didn’t try to save robin” *through cupped hands* HEY! HEY CONNOR! D-DID YOU TRY? WITH AVA? DID YOU TRY? okay literally what is it with this guy and people dying. for such a good surgeon... oh yeah, irony.

-hi sarah! how nice of you to check in with connor and charles about robin!

-sarah: *looks between charles and connor, who have probably agreed on something for the first time since connor got with robin* “everything okay?” literally she’s so sweet my heart.

- sarah: *laughs in disbelief* SARAH STOP MY HEART IS ALREADY FULL

-this man needs to button the top button of his shirt, i do not like that i can see it

-I------ HOLY SHIT?

-WHY DID NO ONE FUCKING WARN ME THAT JOEY WAS STILL ON THE SHOW???

-FUCKING EXCUSE ME???

- the air left lungs on that one again, i was Not expecting that.

-HOLD THE FUCK ON. I JUST WENT OF HIS WIKI AND HE APPEARS IN S4??? FUCKING WHAT??? SOMEONE TELL ME WHAT HE FUCKING DID AND IF IT WAS IMPORTANT

-sarah reese is such a fucking dork she got her boyfriend a rubik’s cube as a gift?? a guy who is so nerdy that he definetly already has like five of them. hmm. things don’t add up. also he’s nerdy enough to give back a gift at the breakup. dude seriously. get some social cues. in like the bargin bin at goodwill. please.

-IF SARAH FUCKING CRIES I SWEAR TO GOD

-oh yeah she’s pregnant. that’s how the story ends.

-okay. natalie comes off as empathetic but like, in the most condescending way.

-like its fucking obvious she’s only ever caring about herself (ava bekker would never. sarah reese would never. get your head out of your ass) (ok wow that aggression came from nowhere lmao)

- i really wanna say something about - Connor: “We all know that love can hurt, but loneliness? that’ll kill you.” have fun with that fic writers. (insert obvious connection to loneliness killing ava? have we had enough? this doesn’t pertain to the theory)

-jesus will at this point stop hesitating at the ‘if we’re wrong, it could kill him’ stage. we all know you don’t care

-how funny would it be if the family just like, disowned that girl

-this will nat and co. love triangle is already so fucking exhausting

-JAY REALLY SAID WILL I AM TAKING NONE OF YOUR BS

-is he really about to break up with her. right now. i swear to fucking god

-this is so fucking stupid (what i would pay for ava to hand him his ass right here right now) (that’s a hc idea right there)

-FUCKING LEAVE ALREADY WILLIAM

-sarah and noah stay adorable

-aww stolllll, my heart

-lmao i forgot the girl who played robin was on once upon a time and i was like ‘ive seen her recently what was it’

-FINALLY HES GONNA FUCKING GET SHOT! HELL YES!

-charles looks high as balls

-the queen returns. she’s back

-IM GONNA FUCKING JUMP OFF A CLIFF

-okay. from the previous ep i mentioned ava’s line being something like ‘you’re quite the gossip magnet, your mother commited suicide, drove your girlfriend crazy, and you murdered your attending.” right? we all remember that?

-well lads, do we remember connor’s response?

-connor: “...Well you’d better watch yourself, hadn’t you?”

-...

- I-

-hahahah this is not okay.

-AND GOD. JUST THE WAY AVA TAKES IT AND JUST SMILES, ACCEPTING THE CHALLENGE. holy shit. this fucking breaks my heart.

-i like almost can’t even appreciate the easy ending of noah’s grad party.

-oh yeah charles still hasn’t gotten shot.

-god sarah is still adorable. the way she finally relaxes FOR ONCE and lets herself have fun. fun fact: this may be the last time we see sarah just easily enjoying herself. also maybe the first.

- i am officially starting the save ava campaign, anyone who wants to join can. the goal is pretty simple. save ava. save our hearts.

-oh my god is he finally going to get shot?? like what dude come on

Okay. another episode down, the first full one, and what have we learned?

Well, this was Ava’s first episode and we learned how it seems she was doomed from the start. It makes no sense, even just her writing is disconnected from s2 to s3, like how do they do that? This ava lines up so well with s4 ava it’s almost uncanny. if you completely cut out s3 her character arc would make complete sense, in a frighteningly tidy way.

Like I said at the top, the fact that Ava was referenced in the episode description of the season finale is huge. It means she is a big character, ground shaking, almost. I really don’t know why they had to make this introduction at the end of s2 and not the beginning of s3, other than making it fit with the three month time jump that i’m pretty sure starts the season.

The way I see it, Ava had 4 main interactions/points. 1) She called connor loyal (and was blunt about Latham) 2) She remarks that residents shouldn’t have speaking rights (that one’s just funny) and disagrees with connor on the surgery, which they go with connor’s decision because of course they do. granted they switch to her plan midway through) 3) connor takes over her surgery after they disagree on whether or not the patient can be saved. Connor is right. and 4) we have the final ‘I like dangerous men’ interaction.

Let’s focus on the train of Ava vs. Connor disagreements. If we go by my previous statement which was Ava was designed as the villain to Connor’s hero, so the hero could win the favor of the public by defeating the villain, the trajectory of their interactions is not surprising in the slightest.

First, Connor wins the first point bc they initial go with his plan. Then, mid surgery, they have to switch to Ava’s plan, because she was right. This obviously pisses him off, that he was wrong and she was right. His crown had been knocked askew. But then, he wrestles it back. They disagree on whether or not the patient can be saved, connor takes complete control, and he actually ends up saving him.

It’s interesting that the final disagreement came at the sake of a patient’s life. Ava was quick to dismiss the heart as gone, but Connor fought for it, being the hero. It’s easy to shut Ava down right then and there, call her heartless and call it a day.

if s4 had come immedietely (i have no clue how to spell that) after, it would be completely in character for ava to be a psychopath from what little we’ve seen. And honestly, no one would care. The villain would get her due justice.

Let’s switch gears to the conspiracy theory, or the redemption arc. whichever sounds cooler.

A hero is only as good as their villain. That’s really my argument. At this point, yeah, s4 seems like it was planned, just based on s2.

Okay, so, what? Is that another layer of the theory that I’m adding? that the connor/ava plot of s4 was ACTUALLY supposed to be in s3? I... no. we’ve established that is is very rare for the med writers to plan storylines that far ahead. so what am I saying?

I think that the s4 plot was actually a scrapped plot potentially to be used in s3. and when they were left floundering at the end of s3 for an answer? they retreated. sacrificing character development in the process.

So what the hell happened in s3? A horrible fluke? why was it so different?

in s3 ava became more of a rival and less of a villain. while those words can have very similar meanings, the bulk of it is that neither of them really wanted to be that mean each other, they never went out of their way to stomp on the other (at least that I’m aware of). they just were always forced to work together, naturally leading to friction.

This shift meant all the difference. Connor no longer had to beat Ava. it wasn’t required. as a result, ava was very very slowly allowed to interact with people other than connor. she was allowed to slightly develop.

Why the shift? well, the conspiracy theory suggests it’s because they wanted someone who could follow up connor if he left at the end. IF they were true rivals, each of them should be able to hold their own without each other.

okay yeah, i managed to get like 4k words out of like 5 minutes a screen time and 8 lines. jesus christ.still didnt do my hw tho

next we watch the premiere of s3 and see what happens. thanks for reading

read the next parts:

Part 1 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7 / Part 8 / Part 9 / Part 10 / Part 11 / Part 12 / Extra

#i got exactly one (1) hour of sleep last night holy shit #this was so many bad decisions wrapped in one #chicago med #med rewatch series #ava bekker #mine #love hurts

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