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divinerulerluvr · 3 years

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Lovers Rock

Where Warren Lipka decides to end your fight with the only way he knew how.

Pairing - Warren Lipka x fem!reader

Words - 2.0k

Warnings - smut, angst, slapping kink, idk it's just very dirty

A/N - I decided to do an angry sex fic today and figured I'll do a Stoned Kit Walker smut sometime over the weekend. So enjoy this filthy smut piece because had fun writing it :)

Inspired by Lovers Rock by TV Girl

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It was around one in the morning on a Wednesday when you were hunched over your desk in your dorm room studying for your test.

A loud knock sounds through your room, causing you to jump. Standing from your chair, you open the door to your dorm room. Warren Lipka stands in your doorway, his lips pulled into a weak smile.

You sigh, looking off to the side as you prepare yourself for the future moments. “Can I come in? Please?” he asks, his voice softer than usual due to the fact you were in a community dorm hall.

Nodding, you let him into your room and close the door behind him. He sits on your bed, looking up to you with his beautiful, puppy dog eyes. You could tell he was tipsy. It had become a sixth sense to you. Detecting when he was drunk or high.

“What did you do this time?” you ask right away, your room still dark and the only light being from your desk lamp. Warren’s head falls and he stays silent. “I didn’t do nothing bad. I just… wanted to see you again. I needed some-some courage, you know?” he says, looking up to meet your gaze.

You cross your arms, feeling bad for having been so hard on him when you last saw him. “You gotta go, Warren. I have to study and I don’t have time for your shit today,”

Warren had been a completely different person lately. He gets drunk way too much, is stoned every hour of the day, rebellious, and plain old stupid.

“Baby, please,” he says, standing from your bed. “I was drunk and didn’t know what I was doing and--”

“That isn’t an excuse for cheating,”

He sighs, running his hand through his hair. “I dropped out of that scholarship,” he says, his voice flat and void of emotion. Your head snaps up, his words setting off an alarm in you. “Dropped out?” you repeat.

Nodding, you groan. “Fucking Warren,” you mumble. “Why did you do that? You’re fucking nineteen. You gotta find something to do with your life. Weed and alcohol won't always be there for you,”

“It was stupid. It’s not my fault I don’t wanna be at college on a fucking sports scholarship,” he rebuttals quickly, his voice rising to match your tone.

“You’re fucking stupid,” you insult. He glares at you briefly before closing his eyes. “I don’t want to contribute to corporate America, Y/n. I’m not a sucker like you. I’m not wasting four years of my life in school. High school was hell enough,”

“A sucker like me?” you echo, your eyebrows raised in question. Warren catches what he was saying and presses his lips together. His silence was patronizing. “Elaborate, please. You always talk about ‘contributing to corporate America’ and yet you’re the biggest contributor I know,”

“How’s that?” he asks, his head tilted in offense.

“You just are. Stop complaining and practice what you preach,” you huff, your voice raising even more as you get heated.

You stare at each other for a moment, the silence slowly cutting away at the words you both just said. “Get out, Warren. I was clear about what I wanted yesterday and I still feel that way,” you say in a quiet voice, your eyes failing to meet his.

He sighs, biting his lower lip. “Y/n, come on,” he tries.

“Get… out,”

Begrudgingly, he walks away from you and towards the door. You sit down on the edge of your bed, your head falling as you rub your dry eyes. Not hearing the door open or close, you instead hear Warren inhale sharply.

“I’m not fucking leaving,” he digs his heels in. Your eyes snap up to look at him, a look of both confusion and anger on your face. “What?” you ask incredulously.

“I’m not leaving because you clearly don’t want me to,”

“So the phrase ‘get out’ now means to be an ass and act like you know me?”

He stares at you for a second, his eyes locked relentlessly on yours. “You don’t want me to leave,” he insists. You roll your eyes, looking away from him. The next thing you know, he has his hand wrapped around your throat as he stares down at you.

“I hate you,” you seethe as he squeezes the sides of your neck. He smirks, chuckling softly. “I hate you more,” he plays along. Using his leverage on your throat, he pushes you back onto your bed.

You gasp, watching him tear off his shirt and undo his belt buckle. You pull your own clothes off as well, stripping until you were in just a bra and panties.

He wore just his boxers as he got on the bed and leaned over you, his lips sloppily meeting yours. You could taste the beer on his lips but you didn’t mind much. The kiss was hot and aggressive which only turned you both on even more.

Your hands go down to his waist but he quickly grabs your wrists, pinning them above you on the bed. His grip hurt but it felt nice. It had been a few days which was a long time in Warren’s world so he was especially riled up.

Using his free hand, he pulls off your underwear in one swift motion. You stay silent, not wanting to boost his ego by moaning, whimpering, or begging. He doesn’t do what he normally would do like tease you with soft touches or kisses and instead jumps straight to fucking you.

Your eyes screw shut as he pushes his dick into your pussy. It hurt since he wasn’t even trying to be nice. But you liked it. Hell, you enjoyed it. The way he was just using you recklessly.

Holding back from making noise, Warren starts snapping his hips back and forth, creating a brutal yet pleasurable pace. Your eyes flutter open as he groans softly, seeing the angelic look on his face that made you not want to hate him.

The way his brows furrowed and how he bit on his lower lip. The lust in his dark eyes and how his hair fell over his face.

Your hands squeeze into fists, his hand still binding your wrists together in a vice-like grip that would definitely leave a mark. A soft moan escaped your lips and you feel a sharp sting on your cheek where he had slapped you.

His hand grips at your jaw, forcing you to look him in the eyes as he fuck you mercilessly. You feel embarrassment flood your body as his eyes meet yours. “Shut up,” he orders darkly. You pathetically nod, biting your tongue.

It was difficult to keep quiet and Warren knew this. That was the whole point. He felt so good inside of you that you were destined to moan at least once.

And that’d just warrant another slap.

The bed creaks with each thrust he makes, the noise an obvious signifier to other kids in the dorm hall of what was going on. Warren liked the noise your bed made. Because he knew that in turn, you were embarrassed by how loud the creaking could get.

Your body shudders, each nerve ending electrified as you relax in an attempt to keep quiet. Warren made noises just to brag about being able to make noise. Soft groans and grunts and whispers of curse words.

“You hate me, huh?” he taunts, his lips grazing your cheek as he leans over you. “Why are you dripping then?”

Your eyes flutter shut, a heavy exhale through your nose being the only sound you could make. He appreciates your reaction, fucking you as hard as he could. Which, to be fair, was pretty hard.

“It’s because you love being used, isn’t that right?” he continues taunting, speaking in rhetorical questions to further agonize her inability to respond.

You were unreasonably wet for him. Being used like this turned you on more than it should. Anything Warren did was hot. Anything he said, anything he suggested. You were willing to do anything if he wanted to. Not because you’re a sucker, but because he’s so good at it.

The hand on your jaw trails down your body, his hot and possessive touch making your skin break out in goosebumps.

He presses a kiss to your jaw, his lips dragging across your warm skin until he reaches your ear. “My sweet, good Y/n,” he whispers teasingly. You let out a weak moan, only earning another sharp slap to your cheek, the opposite cheek from before.

Silencing yourself, you feel your orgasm coming with each thrust Warren made. He could tell, too. By how you began to thrash underneath him. He pulls your bra down, revealing your chest to him.

His lips meet your nipples, the sensation making it even more difficult to stay quiet. Your walls clench around his dick, your orgasm coming quicker than you expected.

“Do you think you deserve to cum?” he antagonizes.

You nod weakly, your breathing heavy as his thumb replaces his mouth on your nipple. “But I thought you hated me? If somebody hates somebody else, they usually don’t want to cum from them,” he counters.

Your skin had become sticky with sweat, Warren’s chest pressed against your only creating a furnace between you two. “I-I don’t hate you,” you try.

His thrusts slow down, edging you off the edge of an orgasm. You groan, looking at Warren who wore a snobby smile. “I said no speaking,” he whispers, his lips grazing yours. You rock your hips slightly, trying to take advantage of how he was still inside of you.

Removing his hand from around your wrists, he snakes his hand under your back and flips you around so he’s laying on the bed and you’re saddling his waist. “Work for it and you can make all the noise you want, pup,”

With a quiet whimper, you start moving your hips back and forth instead of up and down due to how tired you were. “No, no, no. Do it like you mean it,” he corrects by grabbing your hips and guiding your up and down movements.

A cool burn spreads through your thighs as you ride him. Warren removes your bra completely as your head falls back and breathy moans leave your lips.

He watches you ride him with a proud smile, his hands roaming your body freely as you indulge in your own pleasure. You bring yourself to the edge, a wave of pleasure consuming your body as you orgasm.

A moan of relief falls from your lips as you collapse on his chest, your legs feeling like rubber underneath you. You felt bad about not letting him finish so with the little bit of energy you had left, you trailed your lips down his body until you reach his dick.

His head falls back as you start giving him a blow job. His fingers thread through our hair as you bob your head up and down on his dick.

It didn’t take long for him to cum in your mouth. A sharp exhale leaves his lips as he places his finger under your jaw and pulls you from his legs so you’re back on top of him. He pulls your chin down, opening your mouth to see his cum pooling on your tongue.

With a smile of satisfaction, he pushes your mouth closed. “Swallow,”

You obey his order, swallowing his slightly salty cum. He runs his thumb over your lips, pulling your mouth back open to make sure all of his cum was swallowed. When he saw it was, he pulled you off him and into his side.

Resting your head on his shoulder, your hand traces his defined abs. “My parents got a divorce,” he says randomly. You look at him, your brows furrowed in question.

“You wanna stay with me for a bit?” you offer.

“Nah. Spencer and I have some plans we’ve been going over. We’re about to come into a lot of money,” he smirks at you.

You smile thinking it was something good.

It wasn't.

#evan peters #american animals #warren lipka #warren lipka x reader #smut #fic #ahs #kai anderson #tate langdon

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parkers-gal · 3 years

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i was watching justice league yesterday and just thought how amazing it would be to see ww! reader... maybe she helping the avengers in a scene like the one in london or save some of them with the shield or the lasso of truth or something like that, they are soooo impressed and peter falls in love instantly, but is insecure because doesn’t feel enough for a goddess (idk if you write for DC characters, but I would love to see you write something like this)

how did i not realize this was in my inbox??? hello this is so cute pls.

okay major fun fact about me, tho: i used to be a REALLY big DC fan before i got into marvel… my flash obsession bye (but i got into marvel bc of DC so ty<3)

let’s pretend all the avengers were in this first movie <3 also forgive me bc i haven’t seen WW84 (also didnt watch the link until after i wrote this so sorry :( but it still works i hope??)

wc | 1.4k (sorry)

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When you first came to London, it was just for a small case regarding spilled secrets between private spies and assassins. Now, though, you’re quite aware of the fact that the Avengers have another fight to finish.

You get the notification that something is going wrong at the art museum a few blocks away. Suiting up, you make your way over to the scene, but soon discover that the man from the news headlines — Loki, god of mischief — is currently fighting Captain American and IronMan.

You curse under your breath but try to find a way to enter the situation without making your arrival too public. You circle around a few times, observing the way Loki works and fights. You realize he’s duplicating just to try and keep a few hostages for publicity.

Spider-man and Black Widow are both helping citizens escape, allowing the other two Avengers to do all the heavy work. Tony uses some blasters from the suit to momentarily slow Loki, but he ends up getting angrier and throwing in a couple hits and blasts. Tony is thrown back, giving Cap the opportunity to throw in his own punches.

From your peripheral vision, you can see Clint, who’s flying the quinjet, telling Vision and Wanda to step out and help Spider-man.

Your attention is drawn back to Loki when Captain America throws the shield at him. Tony is on the floor, and Loki easily bounces the shield in another direction, unattainable to Cap.

Without hesitation, you catch the shield, the noise announcing your arrival. All eyes turn to you, powerful and ready to fight.

With all your might, you throw the vibranium weapon back to Captain America, who catches it in shock. You’re running towards Loki while doing this all, throwing in a couple punches before you're thrown backward. You flip, landing in an impressive position.

Weighing the possibilities, you decide to whip out the lasso. Nobody seems to be assisting you, so you decide to do your worst. Loki is taken by surprise; you’re slinging your rope until the lasso curls around his body and traps him against himself, forcing him to drop the scepter and answer any question thrown at him. The rope glows a golden hue, attracting the eyes of several other superheroes. They’re curious, and as you speak to them, they begin to understand.

You see movement stop as the scepter hits the floor with a clink. Loki struggles, rasping out a few staggered breaths and grunts. You need to gain leverage, so you wrap it around him once more before tightening your drip on the rope.

“Did she just-” “Kid, go get the scepter,” Stark shuts up Spider-man, giving orders. Hesitantly, he makes his way over to Loki, who’s surrounded by the golden glow of your lasso. He snatches the scepter, and Loki grunts, straining against the rope while Spider-man brings the weapon over to Tony.

“Do you know who that is?” Steve whispers to Tony and he shakes his head.

“I thought she was yours,” he whispers back. “Didn’t she fight in the war with you?”

“Not with me, but she fought… I think?”

“Who sent you?” You tighten the rope against him when he attempts to smile coily.

“Who wants to know?”

“Stand down,” Tony tells him, hand still pointed out.

“I have,” he smirks.

“Then why’re you still fighting my lasso?” You hold back a chuckle at his response, knowing he’s going to blurt some form of the truth.

“Because I need more time for a diversion.”

“Diversion? Tony, what’s he talking about?” Cap walks forward nervously.

Your grip on the rope tightens again and Loki’s face grows increasingly frustrated.

“New York,” he spits out. “What are you doing to me?!” He yells at you, and all at once, he yanks on the rope, pulling your forward and forcing you on to the floor. You’ve lost grip on the rope, and as you stand up, Loki is marching towards you with ready fists.

You bring your wrists together, in a haste to stop him. It’s so fast that nobody reacts, just merely watching you in your nature. The power from your wrists blasts Loki backwards, sending him flying towards the cement and eventually knocking him out.

You exhale, walking over to your rope, picking it up and reattaching it back to your waist. Wanda and Vision work on handcuffing the unconscious god, carrying him to the quinjet. The rest of the Avengers make their way over to you.

“Who are you?” Cap speaks first.

“Wonder Woman,” You state plainly, glancing from him to Tony to the boy in red spandex and then to Wanda, who’s approaching with Vision.

“Woah, so that’s the lasso…”

“Of truth,” you finish, smiling at the boy who knows of you. “Yeah.”

“Spider-man,” he introduces with a timid wave. “You were really great tonight.”

“Yeah, you were,” Tony agrees. “Would you mind coming with us to New York?”

“Is this about the PI assassin in east London?” You ask, uncuffing the metal from your wrists while stepping into the jet.

“You can just take that off?” Peter gasps.

“No, but you can tell me about that mission later,” Tony agrees. He unsuits, as do the rest of them. Cap removes his mask and places his shield in its rightful place. Tony loses the metal armor, and you watch as Spider-man removes the spandex mask (with Tony’s permission), revealing a messy mop of brown curls and a shy, boyish smile.

“I’m Peter,” he offers a handshake this time.

“Y/N,” you reply, shaking his hand. “Are you new here?”

He ponders the question, “Mr. Stark recruited me six months ago. I’m still in high school.”

You nod, “Me too.”

His eyes go wide, “You’re still in high school? And you get to do all this superhero work?”

“I have enhanced abilities so learning is kinda… easy?”

He nods in understanding. “I’m sure Mr. Stark will love that.”

“Kid, leave the girl alone.”

“Actually, i’m not a girl,” you assure him. “I’m from Themyscira, an island of the Amazon, home to the goddess warriors. I’m a descendent of the royal and the gods.” You pause to chuckle at the bewildered faces of the Avengers. “I’m a demigod, and a princess.”

Clint laughs, smacking Peter’s back shoulder. “Good luck getting that one, kid.”

Peter rolls his eyes but takes a seat as the quinjet takes off. He receives a few more teasing remarks, but you try to pay no mind to them. You notice, though, he’s chosen the seat that offers no opening for you, so you take a seat in the corner beside Wanda, striking up a conversation with the telekinesis.

You land in New York in less than an hour, and as you follow the group into the building, you run up to Peter.

“Hey, y’know, just because I’m a demigod doesn’t mean I’m not normal.”

“Yeah, but you’re…” There’s a hopeful glint in his eyes despite his tone being a little disappointed. “A princess.”

“And you’re Spider-man.”

“And you’re Wonder Woman, who’s a princess and a demigod.”

You chuckle, “Yeah, but you’re pretty cute.”

He goes beat red at the compliment, and the two of you continue the conversation into the facility.

Tony calls for you, and you realize you’ll have to leave Peter for a little while. Before you run off, though, you whisper something only he can hear.

“You’d be a prince, y’know.”

He goes red again, scratching his neck while he watches you run off in Tony’s direction.

#peter parker x reader #peter parker x avenger!reader #peter parker x you #ww!reader #wonder woman!reader #superhero!reader #peter parker fic #peter parker fanfic #peter parker imagine #peter parker blurb #peter parker oneshot #peter parker fluff #peter parker fluffy #peter parker angst #royal!reader #princess!reader

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itsclydebitches · 3 years

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I adore talking about this with you, it's so cool to be able to agree, everything I've read is just excusing yen lmao.

And with "geralt would rather do and say things Yen wants to avoid pissing her off" LIKE YEAHH I guess I annoyed yen with my answers and she teleported Geralt out of the tower thing, and then threatened to do it again like??? Like he pissed her off so she has fuck all care about him, was over water thank god but like girl??? omg and her refusing to tell the wticher bros what she was planning on doing to Uma, like I get that they would be hesistent but I mean it's cause it's cruel and painful and they have that trauma around that. She just expects everyone to do what she asks when she asks no questions. (Lambert's "I'm not geralt" when he and Yen are kinda arguring, bb red flags)

I just assumed she didn't believe him cause if she did whats her excuse for behaving how she is lmao??? Like you believe he has amnesia and you still blame HIM over the person who maniplated him KAY.

And goodddd that fucking scene when Triss and Yen see Ciri in Kaer Morhen is genuinely the worst, Triss and Yen see their sis/daughter (not gonna get into how weird I find it that Triss considers Ciri her sister and Geralt is Ciris father and she still wants to fuck him, uncomfy) for the first time in forever, she's alive and well and while Triss is hugging Ciri, Yen kisses Geralt and Triss throws a glare at her. I hated that scene so damn much, it's stupid and shouldn't have been there. (aso I get emotions and all but Yen kissing Geralt is so bitchy, idk even full of gratitude and emotion I wouldn't kiss the man who just dumped me lol, especially not in front of a situation like Triss)

I'm still mad about the women, I really wanted to like them fuck meeee

YOU GOT TO THE PART. Oh thank god, anon, I've wanted to talk about this since we started these conversations lol

Okay, let's set the scene, shall we? You arrive to find that, with our playthroughs anyway, your ex has barged into your home. I say "barged in" because although we (Geralt) know that Yen's help is necessary and she'll be tagging along, the other witchers living there are given no prior warning and, according to Vesemir, Yen teleported in without so much as a "Hello." She then immediately starts ordering everyone around like her servants, failing to explain the situation beyond there being a curse that they have to help with. No, this isn't negotiable. She (still being an ex) takes your old room for herself, which just happens to be the biggest in the keep, and proceeds to toss a bed out the window. It's only later that Vesemir recalls that Triss used to use it, so prior to that everyone apparently just accepted that Yen was destroying their stuff for no understandable reason. Classic Yen. You go upstairs to find her cursing a blue streak at her failed experiment and when you try to lighten the mood, she snaps at you. If you're of the opinion that Yen's every order must be obeyed, this is when you're supposed to drop the conversation entirely, because she said to. Except, funnily enough, you'd like to know why she's up here being The Worst Guest Ever and destroying your property. She tries to justify this by saying that destroying a bed is better than how she could be dealing with her anger over Triss. Be grateful and all that. Except, it's not really about Triss, is it? The line is "You shagged my friend. For upwards of a year. I don't know what your witcher's code says on the matter, but ordinary folk would consider it obscene, base, vile." The blame is not on the woman who knowingly manipulated Geralt into having sex with her while he was vulnerable, it's on Geralt himself! He is the "obscene, base, vile" person for... daring to have amnesia? And when you point that out - "Yen... told you already. I lost my memory" - she yells that she's "lost [her] patience" and teleports you into a lake! This is, apparently, how she really wants to deal with her anger. Not by destroying beds, but by attacking you for things outside of your control. And I do consider it an attack. Yen is meant to be insanely powerful, she is leveraging her magic as a weapon here, particularly when Geralt has spent the whole game commenting on how much he hates portals. Yen knows this. Not just because he says so in her presence, but because she frequently reads his mind, something else he's expressed discomfort with. She's not just demonstrating her power (controlling) and sending him away when he makes a point she doesn't want to acknowledge (immature), she chooses the one thing she knows makes Geralt uncomfortable, perhaps even scared. Then when you've swum your way back to shore and returned to, despite all this, begin her list of chores, she makes a dry comment about how next time she just might drop you high enough for the fall to be fatal. With the next time implied to be, you know, the next time you disagree with her. The next time you dare to do anything other than agree with her every belief and jump at her every command.

The fandom interpretation of all this: "Lol Geralt getting yeeted is so funny. And their banter is just 😍"

Me:

You mentioned red flags and yeah like that ENTIRE SCENE is a crimson banner for me. I mean, by all means, love the fictional ships that are super messed up (I often do), but it astounds me how many fans honestly think this is just a cute interaction with absolutely no problems attached. Nothing to question here, folks. I've mentioned before, but last I discussed this in depth the asker wanted to know if I'd been an asshole to Yen and... that's it. That's the perspective. Any disagreement with her, any pushback, anything that's not complete, blind obedience is something she will not permit AND something most fans take as a given. If you're not doing what Yen tells you to, you're automatically the asshole, and if you're the asshole, you automatically deserve any punishment she chooses to dish out.

Comic spoilers coming up if you want to skip, but this is made abundantly clear in "Curse of Crows." Yen and Geralt are at their best in the moment below, enjoying one another's company on a nice day. Yen asks if Geralt wants to swim and he says nah, he'd rather watch her. She appears to like that idea and, indeed, swims naked while Geralt admires from the shore.

Actually cute right? I really liked this moment! They're cuddled up together and exchanging smiles. It's a rare moment of peace where I can believe that they truly care for one another, outside of passionate sex and not wanting the other dead. Finally, something beyond that incredibly low bar.

...except Yen starts flirting with a young man who shows up, invites him to travel with them, all while refusing to explain why she's interested in his company. The sudden third wheel is clearly bothering Geralt, but Yen continues to ignore his questioning. The answer she finally gives later that night?

She did it purely to mess with Geralt! It's his "just desserts" for "refusing to swim with [her]." She is "not one to be refused - I thought you needed reminding" by giving him "a flick on the nose." When I say that Yen treats Geralt like a dog I mean she literally treats him like a dog. He's a servant who must jump at her every command and if he doesn't, he'll punished for disobedience. He might not even know why he's being punished for a long stretch because Yen enjoys making him think she's a normal person capable of accepting that he doesn't feel like swimming right now - insert the Kaer Morhen scene where she wants to go have sex upstairs, but Geralt wants to catch up with the brothers he hasn't seen in an age here - only to reveal that actually she's made their formerly nice outing uncomfortable because he needs to be put in his place. All of which is followed by, "So... willing to join me now?" The message is very clear! Geralt had better get his ass in that tub unless he wants to be punished some more. Whether he wants a bath right now or not is inconsequential.

This is also the run where she scares the women Geralt was with, despite them being separated right now. Why? "I could."

Claims that Geralt is allowed to return to his companions (who he actually waves away) only for him to realize she's cast a spell to burn him with the water. Yen loves pretending she's okay with things only to punish Geralt for them later - sometimes with physical punishments. And what would have happened if the women had actually joined him again? Do witchers weather hot water better than the average courtesan? Who knows, but Yen clearly doesn't care who might get hurt.

Just like her time in Skellige and at Kaer Morhen, she refuses to explain what's going on. She just expects people to obey her, so-called loved ones included. Geralt was to get her cider, and arrive before her bath went cold, not question what they're doing on this dangerous hunt. He's a servant.

And my favorite, petty moment: transforming her awful inn food into a lavish meal without offering to do the same for either Geralt or Ciri.

"But, Clyde, that's just the comics. They're not really canon." Nah, questions of canon aside, this is 100% Yen's characterization. She's prideful. Immature. Beyond controlling. And punishes anyone who dares to tell her "No." Fans are always pointing out that she's meant to be horrible, she could have been a villain in another life, like any of that explains why I'm supposed to root for this relationship or enjoy her existence outside of being a complex character. Yen is interesting, but she's interesting in a "I can't wait to see her get her own just desserts" way. Not "Wooo now I get to watch this story ignore her behavior again to push a True Love narrative."

She punished Geralt frequently during their first meeting, she punishes him whenever they get together, and, I think, she punished him during the reunion with Ciri. Given our playthroughs, do we really think that after breaking up with her and all this fury over Triss - an anger so deep she destroyed the bed and attacked Geralt - she's just overcome with such joy that she forgets they're not together anymore and forgets the anger she's been nurturing for years? Yen doesn't forget. She's staring at Ciri during that moment, right where Triss is currently running towards them, and then after a considering look at Geralt pulls him in for that kiss. That was calculated. She did that to make a claim she no longer had. To punish them both: make Triss uncomfortable by playing at the "perfect" family reunion; make Geralt uncomfortable by kissing him when she knows he doesn't feel the same way. But of course, the popular reading is that she just loves him so much she couldn't help herself. Riiight.

It's just all SO BAD. (Including, as you say, the ickiness of having Triss lusting after Geralt and referring to Ciri as "little sis.") I love a lot of the women in Witcher - Cerys is a fave, Ciri, Saskia, Philippa, Keira, etc. - but the two I'm supposedly meant to fall in love with are just the worst lol.

Basically:

Half the fandom: TEAM TRISS 🤬

The other half: TEAM YEN🤬

Me: TEAM REGIS 😭

#witcher #mymetas #long post

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im-like-if-a-girl · 3 years

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*THE* mean-girl-dean-girl's Supernatural reboot MEGAPOST!

I'm gonna stick a little "keeping reading" here because hoooooo boy, this is a very long post.

Let's start with

Plot

Season 1

Dean kills John while they are out on a hunt in a crime of passion, but Dean doesn't remember because he blacked out. Cue Dean going to Stanford to get Sam and tell him "Dad's on a hunting trip... and he hasn't been home in a couple days."

The audience doesn't know what happened to John, but slowly figures it out with Dean and Sam as Dean slowly remembers what happened that night.

The entire first season, the boys are following the trail John left and fighting monsters as well. They find out Dean was with John, Sam realizes Dean has an unreliable memory, they have heart to hearts about their childhood and the fire, they find John's body, "how could you kill Dad?" but maybe Dean didn't kill dad, whooaaaaaa, misdirection.

It was actually good ole yeller eyes (Azazel) and he made it look like Dean killed John.

Okay, now let's move on to the first episode

Not sure how the opening would work, I would like the story of the fire to be revealed over the course of the first season, but maybe the opening scene could be a little bit of an establishing character relationships and backstory, idk, I haven't thought that far yet.

I'm thinking maybe it's like, Dean gets back to a motel room covered in blood and he listens to a voicemail on his phone from John saying he was on a hunt or something, I don't really know lol.

HOWEVER

I do know that after the intro rolls, we get a scene of Sam waking up to his alarm and "Nine to Five" by Dolly Parton starts playing.

Y'all know where this is going.

Cue a montage of Sam's normal Stanford college life (him sitting through lectures, walking through the campus with friends) spliced with scenes of Dean absolutely slaughtering a nest of vampires (or some other monsters, whatever works best.)

But

Now onto

Characters!!! (And descriptions)

Dean Winchester

Some lovely person on this site made edits of Dean with platinum blond hair and it made me feel some kind of way so we're doing that, homie's gonna have platinum blond hair

Side note about the hair, later when the brothers are running from the FBI he dyes it a dirty blond/light brown (insert jackles hair color controversy here) as a disguise.

He also gets tattoos because we were robbed.

Speaking of tattoos, concept: when Dean comes back from Hell, all of his tattoos are gone. His body is a clean slate, devoid of tattoos, scars, etc. So he gets his tattoos done all over again, which he doesn't mind because he made some bad, drunk tattoo decisions in his youth.

(And before you ask, yes, he does get one for Cas, either a bee or Cas's name in enochian, something cute.)

Dean goes to therapy after Sam gets sent to the Cage.

It's actually court mandated because he got in trouble, lol, he would never go to therapy on his own.

Along with the hair, Dean gets to be the grade A twunk we all know he is.

Sam Winchester

His hair gets longer in every scene he's in

No jk, but imagine

King of Microaggressions

Sam starts off like the sweetheart he is in season 1 but in later seasons he starts enjoying killing a little too much...

It's that demon blood, ba-by!!!

He brings up issues of morality to Dean, i.e. killing monsters who aren't hurting anyone. (Yes I know this is contradictory to my previous statement, but these two facets of Sam can and will coexist.)

Sam and Jess's relationship is explored further, meaning we'll need to start with a different inciting incident, but that's fine, I think everyone can agree fridgings are *(thumbs down)*

Sam doesn't truly know what happened the night of the fire until later, and then he understands why Dean is so protective of him.

Jess

She gets to live beyond the first episode

She is also trans

No, I don't feel like I have to explain myself and I won't 💜

She urges Sam to join Dean in a search for their brother, kind of gets pulled into the hunter lifestyle by association lol.

She dies on a rusty nail after fighting vampires on a routine hunt with Sam

No jk!!!

But imagine....

She's amazing and I love her and Lucifer also uses her as leverage against Sam and possesses her because I think that'd be cool.

She supports Sam 100% and also she and Dean are buddies, pals if you will.

She meets Cas Thee El and immediately she Knows, that is a homosexual.

She dies still so that we can have a Saileen Endgame but she's not dying the first episode or in a fridging. Not on my watch.

Castiel

He gets to keep his raw, light-fixture-exploding power.

I want more of that "I pulled you out of hell, I can throw you back in" energy except over dumb shit like Dean not cleaning up after himself.

He looks like a Dilf in every scene he's in, yeah, that's right, dilf with a capital D for *(GUNSHOTS)* *(gets sent to horny jail)*

Claire

She gets pink hair

And more time with Cas

And maybe a nose piercing

Feel like she should be able to kill a couple angels onscreen, punch a couple homophobes

She gets to meet Jack and teaches him swears and fun slang words.

She deserves it.

Jack

I says "that's my baby and I'm proud."

Jack starts off as a baby, but like Amara he grows up super quickly.

Like, baby to 11 year old in a couple days or less.

This is because Jack's emotional age on the show is on par with that of a 5th grader.

It's at this point when he's a young kid that he runs away from the Bunker and shenanigans ensue.

It's also at this point that Dean threatens to k*ll him.

(Still not sure if I want that in my Supernatural (threatened infanticide? In my Supernatural? It's more likely than you think) but we'll see. We'll see.)

Throughout a majority of season 13, Jack is like an 11 y.o. kid

Season 14 he's like a 16 y.o. teenager

Season 15 he's 21, you get the picture.

Listen, I love Alex Calvert a lot. He's great.

But Jack is a child and should be a child.

Kelly Kline

Kelly, baby, stay right where you are, you're perfect.

Eileen

SHE DOESN'T DIE

SHE GETS TO BE IN THE FINALE BECAUSE SHE'S AMAZING AND I LOVE HER.

BLURRY WIFE WHO? I ONLY KNOW SAILEEN ENDGAME!

She teaches Claire and Jack swears in sign-language. Castiel is not impressed.

John

J*hn W*nchester stans, DNI.

He's dead.

We only see him in flashbacks and only sometimes hear his voice in voice overs.

He's not "down the road" from Dean in Heaven, in fact he instead gets to wander around in some Purgatory like Hell for the rest of his time :)

People who get to say "fuck" on the show:

Cas (but only Once)

Jody

Bobby

Now onto other things

I want more of

Ghostfacers

(they need more screentime because I love them)

Dean/Benny

We know they had a thing.

They definitely had a thing.

Demon Dean

Again, I feel like more should've been done with this. All that build up for what, 2 episodes? was not utilized well at all.

Dean's Bisexuality

Straight Dean truthers DNI, my Supernatural is a show about love and being true to yourself

You think Supernatural is a show about 2 straight brothers fighting monsters?

Naw bitch, this is a show about the Gay Experience

He will get to have relations with men on this show.

Of course, only after John dies does he, y'know, display it. Maybe he kisses Cas on his dad's grave just to fuck John over, make him roll in grave.

We all agree John would be/is a homophobe piece of shit, right?

Okay, glad we're on the same page.

Dads

3 men and a baby with Jack is what I'm saying.

I love it when the Trio are father-figures to younger troubled characters they see themselves in, even better if it's like reluctant-but-loving father figure, oh, that trope gets me every time :'^)

Dadstiel and DadDean are my favorites, but I like it when Sam plays "Uncle Sam" to kids too lol.

"Fellas, is it gay to want a tight knit family with your husband, his son, his vessel's daughter, your brother, his wife, your cop mother figure and her wife and their adopted daughters? Asking for a friend."

Garth

Biggest flaw of Supernatural was underutilizing Garth.

I will never not be bitter that Garth was only in like, 7 episodes out of the whole 15 season series.

Every episode with Garth gets immediately 5 times better.

I love Garth.

Follow ups on characters who had entire episodes featured around them and then just... vanished???

This is mostly about Jesse, the magic kid whose imagination ruled an entire town like, his daddy was a demon and nothing came of that kid??? Only one episode about him?? No follow up???

KID CAN MANIPULATE REALITY AND WE'RE NOT GONNA GET A FOLLOW UP ON THAT?????

Uh, there was that one episode with Ennis the guy whose girlfriend was killed by a monster? I think?? Who we never see again, that was weird.

Tamara from season 3, episode 1.

And of course-

Cassie

She was so cool, and then we never saw her again :////

She gets to be a badass.

Religious imagery

As a former Catholic school student who has become for the most part, disillusioned with religion, religious imagery in TV shows like Supernatural make my brain go "brrrrrr."

Fun episodes!!!

Like, after season 6 or so, there's a drop in funny episodes

I'm talking Changing Channels, The French Mistake type stuff. (Scoobynatural is an outlier and should not be counted.)

So anyway

In my version we would have more fun episodes

I'm thinking

GENDER-SWAP EPISODE, BABY!!

(why they didn't do that in the original, we'll never know.)

An episode where Dean gets to wear eyeliner

That's it, end of post.

I want less

Racism

Yeah I feel like this is self explanatory, nearly every reoccurring character in SPN is white, and black side characters normally die in the episode they first appear in, or they'll be featured as a villain (Uriel, Raphael, Billie, etc)

Also there's a lot of... uh... asian fetishism featured in the show (what with "Busty Asian Beauties) that's really gross, also Kevin was a bit of a stereotype...

Also also it's super yucky how they kill the gods from other religions like???? Uh??? That's super disrespectful, let's not do that????

I know Supernatural is like, inherently racist because monsters are a separate race that are seen as some dangerous "other" that must be eradicated by hunters in a form of genocide-

Okay we won't get into that but

Still

Stop killing all your POC

Fridgings/Unecessary murders of female characters

I know Supernatural starts with a fridging, so this will be a hard thing to remedy, but

One death that really pissed me off was the death of Charlie

Yeah, that was pointless and we're not doing that. Charlie gets to live and be an awesome aunt to Jack.

And also Claire

Charlie Bradbury Superiority

Charlie and Garth get to meet because they're nerd/geek solidarity.

British Men of Letters

I fucking hate these guys

They're "litcherally" the worst.

The worst part is that the actors they have playing the British AREN'T. EVEN. BRITISH.

And you can tell

Uh, and that's all for now, I'll add more later.

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lookwhatilost · 3 years

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joshua is hands down the worst person i’ve ever dated by a fucking mile. and what makes him even worse is the therapized softboy nice guy delusion he’s laboring under, because you can’t tell a person like that anything

like, me? this entire blog is a testament to everything wrong with me. i’m cold. i’m defensive. empathy is something that so does not come naturally to me and this has given me a variety of problems. i’m crude. my coping mechanisms are beyond maladaptive. i could yap about it for days.

so last night. story time, not clickbait.... so i have a lot of beef with twelve-step programs. i avoided them specifically when i was in active addiction because i didn’t want to deal with hearing tons of other people bitch and moan about their cravings and thoughts when dealing with my own shit was bad enough. i disagree with the philosophy of “stew in misery, if this works somehow, god gets the credit. not you.” esp since addicts tend to have issues with feelings of agency in general and the admitting to powerlessness thing is very “lie down and rot”

there’s also an issue with there being no distinction for violent people ordered there by the courts and just normal people who want to get help, due to the anonymity thing. and some people in that aforementioned category are, shocker, abusers who meet their victims at 12 step meetings. this is documented. i shared an article related to this on my CF ig story and said it was worth checking out (it’s called “twelve steps to danger: how alcoholics anonymous can be a playground for violence prone members” and it’s long but you should still read it)

and my thing has never been “i’m going to take a massive diarrhea shit on anyone who this has helped”. i just think it’s fucked up and absurd that this non-evidence based program is so ubiquitous to the point where it’s taboo to say “this has some pretty glaring flaws” and i think robust addiction treatment options are a necessity. if aa and na have helped people, i have no intention of taking this from them. but iunno, maybe the program with an extremely low success rate has some tactical errors or something.

i actually am in the process of publishing research about this, if you can believe it. so it stands to reason that i have some handle on what i’m talking about here.

anyway joshua took this and ran with it and spat out an excruciating defense of this shit, in spite of conceding that i was “80% right”. we argued about this for almost two hours.

so like he’s never been to a twelve step meeting before. this is relevant context. and when i was trying to make the case for my points and he was doing the same, he brings up, unprompted, that he had a heroin problem way back when.

and i didn’t address it because i didn’t know what to say. plus i dont know what this is meant to convey if you’re talking about a program you were never in? like i haven’t personally participated in 12 step stuff but i’ve taken people to meetings before when i was researching this. it just seemed like emotionally provoking me into conceding my point. and i’m so fucking uncomfortable with that level of manipulation.

he also lashed out at me for responding “coldly” to this confession. because, you know, arguments are a good and healthy time to confess extremely personal shit. not when you feel comfortable enough with someone to bring up the dark agonies of the past. no no no. that’s fight leverage.

this guy sucks so much ass, dude. idk how people can act like this and justify it to themselves.

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deantransgressions2 · 4 years

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8x01 we need to talk about kevin

#1: the way i don't care about him......but a crime that he looks cute in this season. CRIMINAL.

time tag: this season :(

#2: say 'son of a bitch' one more fucking time.....i dare you

time tag: 4:22

#3: poured borax in sam's face. BORAX. could he not have aimed for his hands....or legs?

time tag: 7:24

#4: sam said he quit hunting. deans questions why he "turned tail on the family business" .....i thought we were over this.

time tag: 10:32

#5: "i wasn't dead" ok and sam would've known that how exactly??

time tag: 10:40

#6: "in fact, i was knee deep in god's armpit, killing monsters. which, i thought is what we actually do." isn't it funny how when dean goes through something he uses it as leverage. but when sam goes through something he deals with it, without making others feel obligated to respect him.

time tag: 10:46

#7: sam: "as far as i knew, what we do is the thing that got every single member of my family killed. i had no one. no one. and for the first time in my life, i was completely alone. and honestly, i didn't exactly have a roadmap."

dean during this speech: 😴😴. bc he clearly didn't listen to a word sam said. maybe because he doesn't actually care about sam. he only cares about the imaginary perfect version of sam that only lives inside his head.

time tag: 10:52

#8: "did you look for me, sam?" ...did u not just hear that he thought u were dead. r u good?

time tag: 11:15

#9: dean gets mad when sam hunts without him (s4), dean gets mad when sam doesn't hunt at all without him (s8), dean gets mad when sam gets an education without him (s1). what is the point...

time tag: 11:36

#10: dean seems to think kevin is sam's responsibility. sam didn't make kevin a prophet. sam did not get kevin kidnapped. sam isn't responsibile for everything that goes wrong in the universe. sam never got kevin's messages because he ditched his phones. sam has a right to pursue a normal life, especially when dealing with the loss of dean. here's a thought though, you know who was dean's responsibility? adam. you know who completely abandons him for 10 years? dean. just some hypocrisy to end this cute lil paragraph :)

time tag: 13:06

#11: just the fact that sam hasn't told dean about amelia and riot, is very very concerning. sam knows he can't tell dean anything good about his life, if said good thing didn't include dean. bc dean is possessive, in the most unhealthy, abusive way you can imagine. if you can't open up to your sibling, then you should probably get the fuck away from them.

time tag: 15:22

#12: purgatory flashback. snooze. why does dean get afterlife flashbacks , but sam got (1) and it was horrible imovie fire effect on his face....

time tag: idk whole fucking show

#13: "is that how you rationalize taking a year off?" a year off? why is dean acting like hunting is basically the us military. sam isn't on a fucking contract. it's his own damn life. he can do whatever the fuck he wants.

time tag: 18:18

#14: "was there a girl? ... there was a girl." if sam had said a he had a best male friend instead, then im betting 1000 dollars dean would've asked to meet him.

time tag: 19:15

#15: "so what? you dropped her peanut butter in her chocolate? how'd it happen" he says it with so much disinterest. what kinda of loving family member doesn't care when their sibling falls in love?

time tag: 20:06

#16: got very mad about the dog having once been in the car. but um, sam thought dean was dead? so dean's rules don't actually apply anymore.

time tag: 20:09

#17: "there was something about being there. it felt pure." is dean a psychopath? is he? psych majors lmk

time tag: 20:40

#18: said 'son of a bitch' again....can he not come up with something else? how about 'you silly goose' or 'fuck' or like literally anything else

time tag: 30:48

#19: sam: "so free will..that's only for you?" so sexy of him to say <3 iconic.

time tag: 32:01

#20: "sam, we have an opportunity to wipe the slate clean....we send every demon back to hell -- forever. every single bastard that destroyed our lives, killed our mother, killed jess. and you're not sure?"

this little speech is SO funny now. so fucking funny.

time tag: 32:11

#21: "all right, listen to me. i'm sorry about your girlfriend, okay? i am. but the sooner you get this, the better. you're in it now whether you like it or not. that means you do what you gotta do." (said to kevin) . dean get help.

time tag: 40:10

#22: called benny secretly, so sam doesn't find out. remind you of sam in s4? it should.

time tag: 40:32

#s8 is lowkey good and i know the plot is weak and the angels are in it....and they r boring as fuck #BUT sam gets a pretty lik arc in this season and therefore this season is good :)#dean critical #dean negative #spn #heavy #8x01 #we need to talk about kevin #hypocrisy #tw verbal abuse #controlling #belittling #sexism #im counting it #s8

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excitedlysuffering · 4 years

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hey can you do the headcanons collection thing for shikamaru pls ?

I love this boy honestly like I’m obsessed lmao

I’m also surprised but happy the HC collection is becomin a thing XD

Shikamaru Headcanons Collection

What He Looks For In An S/O~

• Shikamaru is a laid back person, and he’d definitely want an S/O who is chill

• This boy is a GENIUS so he’d be bored with someone who couldn’t hold an intelligent conversation

• I’ve already said it, but someone who’s CHILL, Shika can’t handle a wild S/O

• He would prefer someone more on the homebody side, he doesn’t want to be dragged on adventures all the time ever

• He probably wouldn’t care if they were a civilian, he’d always wanted a plain life anyways

• Shikamaru wouldn’t want your relationship to be scheduled and busy, he’d prefer someone who didn’t mind simple things or spontaneous things

• A patient S/O is mandatory cause do you know how many hours he spends doing nothing and being quiet? He’ll need a saint

• He needs someone who has a passion for things they love, the way he is with his friends/teammates and shogi

• An accepting S/O, someone who doesn’t try to change him, whether it’s his laziness or his smoking

• Shikamaru can be pessimistic and snarky sometimes, so he’d do well with someone who has a thick skin

• They need to get along with Choji. Calling him fat is NO NO bros before hoes

Relationship With Shikamaru Stuff~

• Alright, alright we all know the basic stuff. He’s going to nap, watch clouds, and play shogi with you, that’s old news.

• Shika is not clingy and doesn’t crave constant physical affection in the way that he won’t for the most part look at you like ‘I just wanna hold her’

• He’s (obviously) very perceptive, however, and if he knows you want to cuddle or something he will usually indulge you (with some complaints of course)

• If you don’t mind smoking once in a while, great! If not, he’s very considerate and won’t do it when you’re around

• Shika is not really the ‘let’s go out on a date’ type, he’s more lowkey and prefers to just spend time with you in private

• Surprisingly, he’s a big fan of pillow talks, so, please indulge him

• He enjoys journaling, it’s a way for him to process everything he took in during the day it’s hard being a super genius and he would love if you did that together

• Sometimes, when he’s in a good mood he’ll do little things that he thinks are childish, but how could he say no when you’re so cute?? He ends up loving pillow forts

• Massages will be a big thing between you, he’s often stressed and that really helps him, but he always feels obligated to return the favor

• He’s really like an adorable pessimistic teddybear

• Sometimes he finds the need to rant about whatever and if you’re willing to listen, you’ll have his heart. On the flip side, he’s a great listener, even if he doesn’t have much to say, you know he cares

• Oh, he’ll remember your anniversaries/birthdays, etc, but don’t expect him to make a big deal. At most, he’ll get you a small gift and pay extra attention to you

• Definitely the kinda guy to avoid you on your period, not because he thinks it’s gross or anything, he just doesn’t have the energy to deal with mood swings. He will, however, grab supplies so he can help without being within your range of emotions

• Not that competitive, and if it’s anything other than Shogi he might just let you win cause he doesn’t care that much

How To Lose/Annoy Him~

• I’m 100% sure trying to make him do things is a given, but I’ll say it louder for the people on the back :)

• If you are constantly pestering him and interrupting his peace, he will quickly get fed up

• Please do NOT play hard to get or make him jealous. He’ll immediately know what you’re doing, but things like that just make him frustrated

• He hates mixed signals and dropped hints, so if you have something to say, just say it

• If you try to change him and constantly nag at him to be more productive, he will quickly lose interest

• Talking just for the sake of talking, and not having anything real to say will grate on his already thin patience

• As crazy as this may sound, there is a limit to how much lazy Shika can take. Even if he complains, he always completes his duties to the best of his abilities. If his partner can’t even do that much, he will lose respect for them

• The opinion of people he’s close to is a big deal. If his teammates, Asuma, or his family genuinely think something’s off about you, he will proceed with caution and probably be more scrutinizing of you

• He really has a short temper so be mindful of that, try to refrain from bothersome pranks and annoying him just because

Soft Shika Things~

• Even though he isn’t the softest person you’ll ever meet, he has his moments

• This side of him usually comes during naps/cloud watching

• He doesn’t mind cuddling up with you at these moments and he might even ask for it

• Shikamaru is a believer in the little things, so if he sees you’re insecure he might drop little compliments here and there.

• He’d die if you ever told anyone, but sometimes if he has nothing better to do, he’ll paint your nails, especially if they’re beginning to crack. He loves to experiment and see how different colors go with your skin tone

• The first time he saw you wearing something of his, he had no idea what to think like didn’t you have clothes?? He quickly got past that and actually enjoyed seeing you in his clothes. Not in a sexual way, but like ‘wow she’s really my girl??’

• He actually wouldn’t mind getting a matching couple thing if you were into it. Nothing like a shirt or an outfit, but probably something like a matching stud earring or lighters

• If you ask and no one’s around he might take his hair down around you, but he isn’t really fond of it being touched but what’s the point of having great hair if it can’t be played with??

• Has the worst spring allergies and is SUCH a BABY please take care of him, he needs it

Random Shikamaru Facts~

• Shika has an almost perfect photographic memory, and it can be overwhelming to remember everything so he started doing nothing to reduce the stimulus to his mind, but actually started to reallyyy enjoy being lazy

• He’s actually an insomniac because he feels like his mind never stops and he loses a lot of sleep

• His love language is acts of service all the way

• Shikamaru definitely ends up with a tattoo at some point in his life, it’s something small but significant

• This boy is loyal to a fault, whether you’re his S/O or his friend, he has your back forever

• If he’s close to you he has so much trust in you like he won’t really think about you hurting him, so if you were too he’d be deeply hurt

• He hates the rain or any kind of weather that keeps him inside

• He has spring allergies, but he refuses to acknowledge them so he’ll pop an allergy pill and that’s that

• He sucks at taking care of himself when he’s super busy please help him

• He’s not at all religious, he doesn’t believe in fate, destiny, or karma. He’s really the classic man of science stereotype

• He has traditional views on male/female relationships, but if he meets the right woman who challenges him, that could easily be rearranged ahem Temari

Little Things~

Favorite:

• Place to kiss- Your lips; he’s a simple man really, he’d much rather kiss your lips than anywhere else

• Way to hug- Not a huge hugger, but he likes one-armed hugs where he holds you close to his side for the most part

• Things to do with you- He loves to have deep conversations with you

• Cuddle Positions- He likes when you’re sitting up and he can lay his head on your chest or in the crook of your neck

• Type of date- Outdoors, usually just lazing around under the sun, or if you’ve been apart for a while, he’ll treat you to BBQ

This or That:

• He loves fall, the beautiful changing colors, and the calm atmosphere

• He’s an afternoon person (Idk if that’s a thing) he likes to be productive in the middle of the day, the morning and the night are his personal time

• He can’t cook anything past basic, he never thought he’d need to

• He likes to read strictly nonfiction but might be persuaded to try lighter reading per his S/O’s request

Conflict Happenings~

• Will avoid it at all costs, so if he has to avoid you, so be it

• Thinks it’s a waste of energy to argue when you could be discussing

• It’s pointless anyway. Unless you have a flawless, foolproof argument, he will find a hole and your argument will fall apart

• He hates beating around the bush and would expect his S/O to be more mature than that; so if you have a problem or if he upset you, he wants you to just say it

• He will make subtle efforts to appease you if you’re mad at him. He might be open to cuddling and might take you for a real date

• He doesn’t care to hold grudges so once you apologize and it’s sincere, whatever happened is out of sight out of mind

• On the flip side, he doesn’t appreciate people bringing up past mistakes as leverage if he’s apologized and already paid the penalty

• Yelling doesn’t phase him, he’ll wait until you’re rational and calm before discussing the problem with him

• He doesn’t have a short temper, but certain things make him go from 0-100 real quick

• Once something petty starts, he won’t physically leave, but he will probably mentally tap out

• Would 120% prefer for the two of you to be at peace so if it’s something small he is apt to concede just so things can go back to normal

Modern Shika~

• The quiet genius, because he doesn’t want to have tutor someone or have things expected of him

• Is that one guy you never really like at but once you do you’re like ‘was he always that cute??’

• He is not really invested in appearances, he’ll probably wear jeans and turtle necks or sweatshirts. Somehow he always looks good even though he hardly tries??

• Probably switches from smoking to vaping, assuming he ever used cigarettes in the first place

• He has a car, but most people would never know cause he’s always walking places

• Has popular friends, but doesn’t care to be the center of attention in the slightest

• The one person to probably be ahead in school work

• He always comes up with the most clever ways to cheat but he’s so smart he never needs them

• For studying, he’ll glance over the material no more than a week in advance and be done all hail photographic memory

• He’s down for a good party every once in a blue moon, if he knows the people there

• Would probably be offered money to write essays, but he’s too lazy to do it

• Perfectly okay with being a teacher’s pet (sometimes) if it means he gets special privileges

• CEO of sauntering in the door the second the bell rings

• Never really had the rebellious stage, he doesn’t care that much for showing out but he does like to be out of the house as much as possible

• I can see him with a mid-low maintenance pet like a cat or a gerbil

• He’s that one naturally aloof guy that has this aura that gets him all the girls??

• He doesn’t date around, but I could see him with a no strings attached friends with benefits

• Shika isn’t overly fond of decoration or extra things no matter where he’s living so his living space is mostly clean due to lack of things to make a mess with

• He probably would only have a roommate if finance was an issue and even then he’d probably be a little salty over it

• He’s an extroverted introvert (stay with me) he doesn’t mind socializing, but he needs time to himself to prepare and wind down

• He would definitely have minimal social media, probably only a phone number and maybe Instagram, though he’d rarely post

• At the end of the day, I belong to this sexy genius XD

Masterlist

#shikamaru x reader #shikamaru #headcanon #requested #naruto scenarios #naruto shippuden #property of the nara clan #naruto #shika

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idk about you but horny/needy Michael has me 🥵 like teasing him until he can’t take it anymore is the absolute dream

…Nice.

(as always, thanks to @divinelangdon for the idea while we were talking about subjects that shall remain nameless)

You had the idea in mind for quite some time, but had to be careful on when to execute the plan, lest Michael get suspicious or decide to punish you. Although he’s a very dominant man (we’re talking Outpost!Michael here), he has his periods of softness. After a long day of interviews–listening to various residents complain about their living conditions when they should be grateful for even surviving nuclear Armageddon, as well as spurning the laughable attempts at seduction–Michael was more than ready to lay in bed with you and refuse to leave his chambers until it was absolutely necessary.

Sensing the palpable resignation when Michael walks in, as well as seeing how tight his shoulders are, you realize that now is the time to strike. He gives you a half-hearted smile before sitting on the bed, watching with weary eyes as you move to sit on your knees below him. Taking off Michael’s leather riding boots is a normal part of your daily routine, as regular as brushing your teeth or eating lunch.

“Long day?” you ask, undoing the top buckle on his left boot before sliding the zipper delicately down the length of his calf.

“You have no idea.”

You frown. “We could just kill them and end this little trip now. We’d be back at the Sanctuary in time for breakfast.”

“While that sounds appealing,” Michael flexes his foot once it’s free of the confines of his shoe as you work on the other boot, “the plan is already set in motion. The apples should arrive in the morning, and the snakes–”

“I should hope that you won’t have to conjure up more of them?” Slowly, you begin to massage Michael’s feet and legs, partially to actually help him relax and partially to catch him off guard for what you’re about to do. “Everything you’ve done since the bombs dropped is for your father. The least he can do is drop a few venomous snakes in this Outpost.”

“That’s nothing you need concern yourself with.”

“I just think you work too hard.” He doesn’t notice when your hand starts to rise just above his knee, movements becoming softer than the deep massage you were focusing on earlier.

“It will all be worth it when the world is truly cleansed.”

Sick of the Satan talk, you look up at Michael through your eyelashes as your hand moves higher once more. You’re nearly to the middle of his thigh, but Michael is so wrapped up in his thoughts that he doesn’t realize that your hands are even still on him.

“It’s all worth it now,” you lower your voice to little more than a murmur. Michael’s breath hitches imperceptibly when your nails begin to trace his upper thigh, just barely grazing the side of his cock. “Michael?”

“Hmm?”

“I really think you should take some time for yourself.”

Pouting, you apply more pressure as you begin to directly stroke his hardening length. Michael bites his bottom lip as he gazes down at you, bracing both hands on the bed for leverage. The candlelight creates a backlight for his long golden hair, making it look as if a halo is behind his head. You relish the irony of the thought as you trail your hand back down to the middle of his thigh.

“I-I can’t, (Y/N). There’s emails to be sent to Cooperative members, plans to be finalized–” he cuts himself off with a choked gasp when you suddenly squeeze his cock through his black leather pants.

“Now, that’s not what I wanted to hear.” Raising yourself up from your knees, you hike one leg around Michael’s waist to straddle his lap. His eyes are wide, nearly blown out as he stares at you like you’re the goddess he claims you to be.

“(Y/N),” he stutters your name, shakily placing his hands on your hips. You toss your head back, basking in the power that you hold over the most dangerous being to walk the Earth. Oh, you could get used to this.

“Think of all that you’ll miss,” you begin to roll your hips against his, punctuating your sentence with a dramatically breathy moan for Michael’s enhanced pleasure. “You’re gone all day, leaving me here all alone…”

“Is this what you do when you’re alone? Scheme?” He attempts to sound threatening, but the feeling of your clothed cunt thrusting against his constrained length evaporates any sort of ferocity in his tone.

“Well, when you leave me no choice, what else am I supposed to do?” Kissing his nose, you abruptly stand from his lap. Michael lets out a loud, dejected groan, his face red from the restraint.

“(Y/N), please,” you almost grin at the whiny sound of his voice, but contain yourself.

“I’m sorry, what is it that you want?” You smile wickedly at him, and you can see the appreciation in Michael’s eyes at the page you’ve taken from his playbook.

“Come back here and finish what you’ve started.”

You lean down so your face is mere inches from his, grabbing his jaw with your hand and enjoying how his eyes flutter from the pain. “Then beg.”

#michael langdon #michael langdon imagine #michael langdon x reader #michael langdon x you #american horror story #american horror story imagine #american horror story apocalypse #american horror story imagines #AHS #ahs imagine #ahs imagines #ahs apocalypse

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cheshasleverage · 5 years

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The Wedding Job Rewatch

“I’m gonna start by saying I’m watching this as the third episode because it was supposed to be the third but got switched with the two-horse job so it makes more sense

The zoom in on Nate when he realizes Sophie is talking to a client that he didn’t know about gives me hard “What the fuck? What the fuck?” vibes

Making this the third episode also makes his line of “I thought I picked the clients” make a lot more sense because they’re still a new team, still figuring out boundaries and a system that makes them all comfortable so he probably feels like his position is being threatened

It also explains why instead of offering help he tells Mrs. Pallermo that he can find her an agency or detectives. He doesn’t want the system they have to change and he wants to be in charge

Parker being good with kids (even if the skill she’s teaching them is probably not the most mainstream or liked skill) is so refreshing! Idk there’s something about those interactions she has that makes me happy. Probably because she’s seen as the crazy one, the least normal, and no one really expects her to do “normal” things

Hardison knows what Sophie means when she asks if Nate knows how hard it is to wait. He saw their interaction in the first episode, he can pick up on those social cues. Aldis does a fantastic job of showing Hardison’s train of thought just through his eyes/facial expressions

I really love the shot of them standing in that field and idk why

The whole plumber cover makes sense when we meet the FBI agents inside

I love McSweeten.... he's such a good dude

Plus you can instantly tell he's not only trying to impress Hardison/Parker but he’s got it bad for Parker almost immediately

“The bug?” “Yessir” “Singular?” “Absolutely!”

You can feel Hardison's disgust. He’s got top-notch technology and the FBI, who he’s supposed to hide from and be afraid of, has a SINGLE bug placed in their marks home

Two professional thieves realizing government agents are Not That Smart gives me life

I’m the coffee, you the cream

Agent McSweeten is a whole mood when it comes to Parker

Of course, the Hitter gets the stereotypical “I don't know shit about technology” and it’s wonderful. I want to see one of those sessions where Hardison is trying so damn hard to keep it together as Eliot struggles to learn (and probably messes with Hardison)

THE FBI STORING TAPES APPALLED EVEN ME

Hardison’s little “You-” when Eliot threatens to punch him always gets me

Absolutely a fan of Parker’s big ass sunglasses

Sophie misinterpreting Nate’s “where are we at?” and then going off on a tangent like, it’s so clear that she’s got it bad for Nate but she also knows he’s got a lot of issues and there’s shit they both need to work on before anything. So she’s accidentally revealing her feelings in a way, and everyone on the con just heard it

But you gotta admit, Nate handled it pretty smoothly. Job comes first after all

Ok 8 yakuza in 4 seconds seems a bit far fetched but also this is Eliot

Eliot gets so fucking offended the moment Heather spits out his food and calls it food court food which, I want to know what food court she’s been going to that serves stuffed mushrooms. (side note: I want an Eliot spencer cook book)

That dress is hideous by the way. Maybe using different fabrics and losing the gloves would’ve helped

I honestly hate this part. I get it, Parker has no social cues and isn’t aware of what shouldn’t be said etc etc. But she understands rudeness. She knows what being rude and mean is, and maybe she is being super bluntly honest but come on. As someone who struggles with my own appearance and weight this part made me uncomfortable

AND THEN THE COMMENT ABOUT HOW MUCH SHE WAYS? a BUCK FIFTY?? Fuck that I hate it. Gonna be honest, after this scene, I was kind of annoyed with Parker. It took a couple episodes for me to be back to fully loving her

Gee Nate, really tried hard to turn down that drink

I mean... yeah Nate’s got a point about weddings being so expensive. It’s still nice to have one there’s just to reason for it to be so big and expensive. It also looked like Parker agreed with him, Hardison was just listening to him ramble, but Sophie and Eliot initially look like they disagree. Obviously, Sophie’s a big romantic, but Eliot in this scene before they laugh looks like he thinks Nate has a point but that he doesn’t 100% agree. I guess it’s something I’m looking into a little too much but Eliot is a romantic at heart I believe

I like that Hardison can read Eliot, and he doesn’t just let him be. He prods Eliot to tell the truth, even if it’s only a little part of the truth

“I would’ve just got fat” Hard to believe that when you’re the hacker and you’re ripped as fuck Hardison

Hardison and Parker romance! Hardison and Parker romance!

Oh god, the music again! The music is phenomenal as they introduce the baddies

what is up with the bride's hair jesus

Sophie 100% knows that Nate hears her rant

what is UP with Eliot’s ridiculous flashbacks

what was he doing?

First, I think Hardison is kind of realizing that Nate doesn’t necessarily appreciate or understand what he does. At the very least he’s realizing that Nate’s not giving him the credit he deserves

Second, it’s hilarious to me that at this point, the mob and one world-class killer scares Nate and the crew when I know later on they face governments and big ass companies

Sophie’s need to kind of.... spite Nate by calling out his fear of intimacy kind of annoys me tbh. Just in this moment because sure she wants to help her friend or the bride but ultimately it feels more like she’s just trying to rile Nate up and get him to admit he’s not ready for commitment again

“yeah... I’ll show you. Bam!”

Nate’s going off on this tangent aimed at Sophie and as much as I love her I’m more inclined to agree with Nate. He was married and it was only a few years ago he literally lost his son and then his wife. Sure maybe he and Sophie had something but he was married so I doubt it really meant something to him, or at least he didn’t think it’d mean something later. He’s still recovering from losing his family (albeit poorly) and Sophie seems to be pushing the relationship but it’s another reason I’m glad the writers pushed off their romance and made it a slow burn so they could work out their problems first

I see Eliot sampling his food and I would also like to try some

The rolling pin would’ve been a better weapon but sure! let's get some appetizers as weapons

I seriously doubt Eliot killed the Butcher but his unsure “maybe?” and then Nate's face makes up for it

“You’re not Mary Poppins... You’re a bitch!”

Family time with leverage

that little girl bonding with Parker is so cute

and uh......... not to be horny on main but can we get more of Eliot in tank tops? please?

#skunk of rage #the wedding job #These keep getting longer I'm sorry #leverage

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docholligay · 5 years

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BITS FROM THE SURVEYS

For the optional question on the surveys, where I get a ton of enjoyment reading, I asked for all of them “Tell me why you picked what you picked” I loved reading all of them so thank you to those who filled it out, but I’m going to share a few favorites:

Miscellaneous:

Real talk - I'd love more Bob Ross, but those supplies ain't cheap, either. I may not vote for it in further rounds, because I do not want you to be in financial hurting by trying to provide this for us. (And second real talk - I desperately want to hear you talk about history and formal manners. You make topics come alive in wonderful ways.)

It’s true it is NOT CHEAP, but I do have more of the stuff now so it won’t be QUITE AS MUCH OF A BOMB as last year where we totally lost money on the whole deal ahaha. And thank you! I love history and manners and all of that good goofy stuff.

JUST FINISH THE WALKING DEAD GAME FOR THE LOVE OF JEW GOD IT'S BEEN YEARS

LIKE THREE I THINK BUT NO ONE VOTED FOR IT

Can’t get enough of your writing

There is no way I COULDN'T choose fix/writing day because your writing is phenomenal and I will never pass up an opportunity for more.

I basically kept these because they made me feel good and I wanted an easy place to get to them, I am bought cheaply.

Utena:

I used a random number generator to pick these! (Because every episode of Utena is wonderful when you're talking about it.)

This absolutely delighted me

Deeper... Go deeper. (Seriously though I’d love to see your thoughts on the Nemuro flashbacks now that you’ve finished the show.)

There are so many things I want to revisit in Utena now that I’m finished but I don’t know that anyone would think it was cute for me just to start the anime again ahaha.

Sailor Moon:

I picked pretty much all of the episodes featuring Michiru and Haruka because IM GAY

Idk any of the episodes, I just picked the ones that sounded the most gay

THESE ARE BOTH THE MOST VALID TAKES.

CALL IT "MICHIRU BULLIES A TEENAGER AT A PUBLIC POOL" YOU COWARD

WE ALL KNOW THAT IS THE ORIGINAL JAPANESE

You don't normally do inners-only things (for obvious reasons), but I think there's a lot to dig into in EP 45 and it would be really interesting to hear your take!

I pretty much NEVER do anything before S, because if there aren’t my lesbians why is the show even around, but 45 got through!

Clocks are stupid.

L O L

Livestream:

I am legit shocked you have not seen The Last Unicorn, but it could be that I'm remembering you've read the book instead? I swear I read a post of yours that talked about it…

I swear I haven’t! I’ve seen like 15 minutes of it when Jetty livestreamed it and it was like right at the end so honestly the credits and Jet not being impressed are the only things I know! I have heard great things about the book, and considered picking it up, but never have!

If I had fuck-you-money, I'd visit every time Ari Aster released a new movie and just goddamn scream about it PLEASE consider the director's cut if possible!!

I am low key obsessed with Ari Aster and approve of you gaining fuck you money.

Doc talks about class romance YES PLEASE.

ALWAYS CLASS ROMANCIN’ IN MY SENSHI HEART

You made freaks sound very interesting!

IT WAS SO GOOD. It didn’t get through this round, I imagine because it’s not well known, but it was basically the sort of thing I always wanted Xmen to be, and also it was a very Jewish movie on a number of levels.

Non-Animated:

Doctor Who is my favorite show ever, but the original run is just, well, ummmmm.... Great characters, great stories, wow bad effects. I think this would be more fun for you than the New Who eps starting in 200?

I have seen a handful of Doctor Who episodes: The angry baldish one and the inescapable David Tennant. I LOVED Torchwood though, watched it like wild once it was recommended to me, so we’ll see!

I thought Twilight Zone was nominated! I thought I had nominated it! A great disservice upon us all! I really love reading your commentary on the Haunting of Hill House, even though I haven't watched it. It's just so fascinating, especially the mentions on camera work and the like.

I was a little surprised no one went for TZ either! But not in a bummed way, just a surprised way, everyone seemed to really really enjoy the TZ liveblog last year. Thank you! I LOVED hill house, and it’s such a treat to me to get to liveblog it.

I need to see you intensely on your shit, and feel that will happen with most of what I picked.

JEWS ON THEIR SHIT, NEWS AT 11.

Bc Leverage is the best show in the entire world and it’s so good everyone should watch it

I know almost NOTHING about Leverage except that people want me and Jet both to watch it (And I’m going to have her report back to me when she streams it for Patreon on the 26th, either way) but from what little I know it’s a heist procedural? So I’m sort of surprised people look at it for me, but maybe I have the wrong idea about the show PLEASE NO SPOILERS

YOU DESERVE SUE PERKINS

WE ALL DO, REALLY.

Animated:

To quote Regalli in your discord: "make someone liveblog A Place Further Than The Universe, I need well-articulated screaming about spite as a motivator and friendship and loss!"

I know nothing about this show but I have to say this was a magnificent pitch and my ears are officially perked.

Psycho Pass because I really love your non-fiction pieces and the tidbits of morals and ethics that you dole out and I would love to see your take on the morals/ethics of the ending of the series. <--which is 500 years away until I win a liveblog, but that is my goal for next year, to pay patron and get one of those positions!

Thank you! I feel like I see so much shit just because I started running the patreon liveblog contest, which gives people a chance they might not have had.

I want to see you talk about the murder cupcake forever? Is that a good reason?

I LOVE THE MURDER CUPCAKE.

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goalcaufield · 6 years

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Fate - Jack Hughes

requested: y/n

request: Hi! Love the blog! I was wondering if you could write a one-shot for Jack Hughes? I was thinking something like bumping into him one day, not realizing who he was (idk for some reason I imagine this at a bar or party or something buuut we’d both be underage lol) and then seeing him again in another cute way. And both times he’s like mad at himself that he didn’t get to talk to you more but then you go to a game and he finally finds you and asks you out. Thanks!!

word count:

“I did not sign up for this,” You grumble as you push through the mass of sweaty teenagers dancing and jumping to the newest hit of the week. You tried to make your way through the bodies without getting pushed around too much, and once you finally did you let out a long sigh of relief.

You lean against the wall, trying to survey the crowd for any sign of your friends. You had been dragged along as the designated driver, and being the good friend that you were you accepted. The last thing you wanted was for them to drive intoxicated. So, here you were at some shitty high school party in Michigan. After you recollected yourself you pushed yourself off the wall in search of your friends. You were just about ready to leave and you wanted to tell them to wrap it up.

As you were walking you weren’t paying attention. Your full attention had been on trying to find your friends, not watching some dumb high schoolers every move. A boy bumped into you and that sent you stumbling back, and before you knew it you bumped into someone else.

“Oh my gosh, I am so sorry,” You say, turning around to face whoever it was you had fallen into. It was a boy. A fairly attractive boy indeed. Your eyes caught the huge wet spot on his shirt and your eyes widened. “I am so sorry.” You repeat.

The boy chuckles, placing his now empty cup on the table beside him. “It’s fine, it was only water, it’ll dry. I’m the DD for my friends, so I gotta stick to water.”

“Same here,” You reply, and you look around to catch a sight of either the brunette or the blonde who had both pleaded for you to come in the first place, only to abandon you in the end.

“Y/N!” You hear your best friend Kayla’s voice sing, and suddenly she appears right next to you drunk as ever. “Ooh, I see you girlfriend. I approve,” She teases, and for emphasis she wiggles her eyebrows.

“Sorry about her,” You smile awkwardly at the boy who just shrugs it off. “We were about to head out anyway.”

Kayla gives you an astonished look, her eyes widening and her mouth dropping agape. “We are not!” She protests. “The night is still young, and so are we! Besides, you’ve finally found yourself a hot guy. Can’t let that slip, now can you?” She juts out her hip with her hand on it, giving you a disapproving look.

Once again, you give the boy an apologetic look but he just seems amused. “Kayla, let’s go. We need to go find Maddie.”

Kayla pouts, but she obliges. But she doesn’t leave without one last word. “She’ll find you later,” She sends the boy a wink and your cheeks flush pink.

“Go,” You tug on her arm, glancing back at the boy. “See you. Sorry about the shirt.”

You’re quick so he can’t notice your blushing cheeks, but you’re pretty sure he does anyway. As you walk away you hear a faint “Wait!” But it’s too late. You’re already embarrassed as it is, why embarrass yourself further?

After you finally gather up your drunken friends you head out the door with them trailing and stumbling behind you. However, you can’t seem to get that boy off your mind.

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You can’t help the giggles that escape your lips as you watch your friends — Kayla and Veronica included — struggle to stand straight on their skates. You can’t recall who’s bright idea it was to go ice skating on a Friday night but you didn’t seem to mind. You got together about ten or so friends, including some boyfriends of a few of the girls, and you were ready to have a good time. You had been stressing about school lately and skating was one way you often cleared your mind.

Stepping on the ice felt like home to you. The sounds of the blades slicing through the ice filled your ears and it seemed like all your worries melted away. By no means were you some professional figure skater, but you could get your way around quite nicely.

“Keep your ankles straight!” You instructed, but it was pretty much useless. Kayla fell as soon as her skate made contact with the ice, sending you doubling over in your laughter as your friends laughed as well.

Luckily for you some of them weren’t as horrible as you were expecting, but there were a few that definitely had to hold onto the boards for some serious leverage. You let yourself wander freely, and soon enough you were off on your own consumed by your own thoughts.

When you had made a few laps around the ice, Kayla, Lachlan, Wyatt and Maddie had barely made it around twice — if that. The others were doing fine it seemed. But you were growing bored, so you decided you needed to spice it up a little bit. You made sure you were as quiet as you could be as you snuck up on the small group. Once you were close enough, you grabbed Kayla’s shoulders and yelled in an attempt to scare her.

It worked.

She screamed so loud she fell forward landing on her stomach. You laughed hysterically, so hysterically that you doubled over onto the ice. You were practically cry laughing at that point.

“You bitch!” The blonde yells, but you knew she was kidding, especially because of how she was still a laughing mess.

“You love me,” You teased her in between giggle fits. “But you should have seen your face!”

Once you had eased up a little bit Lachlan offered you his hand so you could get up. However, he wasn’t firmly planted so you basically pulled him down with you. You started laughing once again and there was no stopping you then. That is, until someone stopped in front of you. They had actual hockey skates, not some rinky dink rental ones from the rink, so it wasn’t one of your friends. You look up, and sure enough it’s the boy from the party.

“You look like you need a hand,” He smiles down at you and you smile right back up at him. Reluctantly you take his hand, and he pulls you up with ease. You stumble slightly as you stand to your feet, but his arm is wrapped firmly around your waist to keep you in place.

“You know, I don’t think I ever got your name,” You look up at him cheesily. He’s still holding you close, probably too close for being practically strangers, but you don’t mind.

“Jack,” He said. “Jack Hughes. And yours?”

“Y/N.” You answer softly, a small grin making its way onto your face.

“Well, Y/N, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

Before you could say anything else a group of boys skated up to the two of you. “Jack, lets go.” One of the boys tugged on his arm.

“Can’t you see I’m a little bit busy?” Jack groaned, but you giggled quietly.

“Go,” You ushered him on. “It’s okay.”

Jack gave you an apologetic smile before skating away with his friends, who you soon would learn to be his teammates. You turn back to your friend who are all giving you looks.

“What?” You ask, a sheepish smile making its way onto your face.

“So, Jack, huh?” Kayla teased, clearly remembering the night of the party from hell. You shrug, the blush on your cheeks giving you away almost instantly. “Someone’s got a crush,” She sang and bumped her elbow into your side.

You roll your eyes, but your gaze falls on Jack and a few of his buddies as they skated around. “We’ve met literally twice now. It’s nothing more than a little crush.” You reply sheepishly. You hug yourself slightly, the cold of the small rink beginning to make its way through the thin fabric of your sweatshirt.

Jack glances over at you and so do a few of his friends, causing your cheeks to flush and you to look away quickly. You turn back to your friends.

“Ready to head out, yeah?” You ask and pretty much everyone agrees. You skate one more lap, passing by Jack and his friends once more before you exit the ice.

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“So, what team is this for?” You ask Kayla as the two of you walk into the USA Hockey Arena. You couldn’t help but be mesmerized by the amount of memorabilia that littered the walls. It was cluttered, but it worked. The whole place was decked out in red, white, and blue which was quite fitting. It felt homey.

“The USA U18 team,” Kayla says as the two of you approach the ticket booth. “You remember Oliver, right?” Of course you remember Oliver. She didn’t shut up about the boy. “It’s the team he plays on.”

You nod, taking your ticket from the women in the booth. You walk around until you find the rink the team is playing in, warm ups for them already in full swing.

“You know I know pretty much nothing about hockey, right?” You ask Kayla who laughs nodding as she did so. “All I know is there's a bunch of guys ice skating, chasing after a rubber thing and they having to beat the goalie in the net. I’m pretty limited.”

“If I’m being honest that’s all I know too. But you know I really like Oliver, and I wanna show him I can support him,” Kayla says and you smile at her. She normally didn’t settle on a guy for a while. It was a nice change to see her so interested in someone for once.

“I’m happy for you, Kay,” You smile at your best friend as the two of you make your way into the stands. You two manage to snag second seats, so you have an amazing view of the team as they skate around.

A huge smile makes its way onto Kayla’s face as her eyes scan around the ice. You assumed she was trying to find Oliver, and when she did the grin on her face only got wider. “Is that him?” You ask, pointing at a boy who couldn’t keep his eyes off Kayla.

“Yeah,” Kayla replies sheepishly, looking at him with pure love in her eyes. You laugh quietly to yourself before surveying the ice yourself. You see two boys laughing with each other, and as the once turns around revealing his face to you, you let out a little gasp. “What’s wrong?” Kayla asks, turning to face you.

“That’s Jack,” You couldn’t even believe and the disbelief in your voice certainly proved it. You never thought you would see him again after ice skating. You thought you had just gotten lucky. “He’s Oliver’s teammate?”

A shy smile appeared on Kayla’s face. “Surprise?”

Your mouth drops open as you gape at your best friend who falls into a fit of giggles. “You knew?” You ask her and she manages to nod. “How did you figure it out?”

“Oliver obviously wasn’t at the rink the other night. But he had told me he plays for the national development team, and Jack was wearing a USNTDP jacket, so I texted Oliver and he told me Jack Hughes is his teammate. He’s a big deal, actually. He’s supposed to go first overall in the 2019 draft.”

You let all of the information sink in. You had a helpless crush on this boy and you couldn’t seem to get him off your mind. And now suddenly he was everywhere? It was too good to be true.

“That’s -- wow,” You chuckle to yourself.

“I saw how the two of you just clicked with each other,” Kayla smiles at you. “You hadn’t been that happy in so long, Y/N. I couldn’t just let it slip away. When I found out they played together I had to get you to a game, so here we are.”

“Thank you,” You say to her and she smiles.

“Of course.”

It doesn’t take long for Jack to notice you, and when he does he looks just as shocked as you had. He turns to Oliver who smirks, motioning over to you and Kayla.Jack turns and he grins at you causing you to blush. It still felt so surreal. What are the odds?

The boys end up winning 3-1, so you were a bit hyped up after the game. And not to mention Oliver scored on a gorgeous set up from Jack.

“Are we gonna wait for them?” You ask Kayla who nods.

“Of course we are, I mean you gotta see Jack again,” She gives you a knowing look and you find yourself smiling down at your feet.

The two of you make your way out of the rink and over towards the seating area of the concessions. You sit down at one of the free tables and wait for Jack and Oliver. It takes a good twenty minutes before Kayla announces Oliver texted her saying that they’re on their way out. You can’t help your racing heart and the beaming smile on your face as you watch Jack walk down the hallway that comes out from the locker rooms.

“Hey Kay,” Oliver smiles at Kayla who gets up from her seat to hug Oliver.

“Oliver, this is my best friend, Y/N. Y/N this is Oliver,” Kayla smiles with her arm wrapped around Oliver. She’s absolutely beyond the moon.

Oliver smirks. “So you’re the girl Hughesy can’t stop talking about?” He teases, which causes Jack’s face to turn a bright pink. “Kid won’t shut up about you.”

“Oh really now?” You smile at Jack who shrugs in response, a light smirk plastered across his lips. “So, how’ve you been? Been a bit, eh?”

“Better now that you’re here if I’m being honest,” Jack grins. “But, I think you’re trying to throw me off my game. I saw you and I got nervous, fanning on my shot. That’s a little rude.”

“Well, I didn’t mean to distract you if that makes up for it. But I’m starting to think us constantly seeing each other is like fate.”

“Since this is fate,” Jack begins, a cheeky smile making its way onto his face. “How about we go out sometime?”

You smile. “You’re got yourself a deal, Hughes.”

#jack hughes #usntdp #team usa #world juniors #world junior hockey championship #world junior hockey championship 2019 #wjc 2019 #quinn hughes #vancouver canucks #oliver wahlstrom

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rabbitindisguise · 5 years

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oooo my phone died, killing the possibility of me doing my Daily Assigned Task (I only have one because aside from staying afloat with food and stuff that’s all my brain can cognitively handle. Yes, I also do this doing the school year. Yes, I know that sounds absolutely bonkers) right this moment so while I have my boredom captive in this textpost, let’s ruminate over the nature of humanity some more ignore me I’m talking to myself

it is also very extremely weird and by “very” I mean “not at all” and “extremely” I mean “minimally, if anything, actually not super weird in any of the senses of the word” and weird still just means weird because otherwise the previous things I just said would no longer be accurate BUT

let’s just say it’s totally expected

that people find These Weird Things That I Do generally, absolutely fascinating in fiction. Like, my original works for example are steeped in weirdness. Rolling with abnormalities. Boiling with oddity. And so on. And I don’t pull this out of my ass! Oh no. This is all like . . . gosh, inspired stuff. From things I saw and liked and felt reflected my very soul in fiction.

But they’re totally hated in meatspace

I wonder

Anyway, it’s also really strange to see posts about this Weird Things That People Do on tumblr and to read people complimenting them and to feel a warm glow of pleasant optimism about the state of humanity, and hear the very same audience of tumblr people absolutely go nuts over the strangest bullshit I have ever seen or heard or conceived of in my entire life. Like I get weirdly tense and fraught subjects. I get really tense and pissy if someone headcanons a character as binary trans when I headcanon them as non-binary when I’m a nb trans it literally doesn’t matter aside from my emotional attachment to the concept. I’m not proud of it! But I get it, is my point. I understand. It makes sense to me.

But what just doesn’t quite click, doesn’t snap into the convoluted logic of my brain meats, is HOW exactly SO MANY people have the same weird gripes of this obscure stuff that should be totally okay if people are accepting the activist principles of ableism as nonsense and weirdness not being bad. Many others who are probably smart have said it is simply, nay, merely hypocrisy and I’ve met a human or two in my time alive, I can see the potential for that sort of thing to happen. However, considering that Herd Mentality is what it is, I don’t think it’s possible that the plague is actually “being widely inconsistent in the execution of your beliefs to fit in to society” when that’s so stigmatized but actually that being angry about the same things is good for some reason.

This is important! It’s important because Reasons. Because if you say “hypocrite!” when there’s a fire, I don’t think anyone will understand or listen to the concern. If the answer is anything but hypocrisy, talking about it generally pisses people off and makes them yell at you- a near identical response of an actual hypocrite, confusing everyone further. So I don’t think it’s unfair to talk about hypocrisy, of course not, there is nothing I enjoy more than finding logical inconsistencies because it means the world can be improved etc etc that’s not the problem. The problem is most definitely that if the problem isn’t even hypocrisy than the solution isn’t the solution to hypocrisy.

If my theory is right, or semi-right, or at least not wrong, then approaching a bunch of people yelling about a thing to encourage others to yell in tandem is not going to be won by yelling something opposing to that, especially if it makes them angrier and also makes them feel wronged. Instead, calmly being like “nah, dude, I don’t feel the same way, but it’s chill” is way better. Not only because it makes them look ridiculous for having an out of proportion reaction to someone being weird in public (the horror, whatever shall we do about ~being weird~ and doing it ~in public~) but there’s no defensive position to get on. There is no “debate tactics” to use. There’s absolutely not a disagreement about ableism or politics or intersectionality. Rather, it uplifts a contrary option that is confident and secure and this is exactly the same rhetorical device that Centrists or whatever they’re called, use all the damn time. People have talked At Length about jeez, idk, it being exhausting to constantly talk to a person that’s not as invested and doesn’t see it as the Serious Issue It Is- but from the perspective of when they’re actually talking about serious issues, rather than complaining that someone referenced a tumblr meme in public or plays mc and oh, no, how cringey

This is of course blatant emotional manipulation but as the fairness complaint generally goes, they did it first. Multiple people weighing in on a topic with angry voices telling someone not to do something doesn’t work because they have secret actual good reasons and that shines through, it’s because there’s a number of angry people and they’re trying to subdue someone’s Weird with force. Emotional force, but there’s nothing about consent involved in this exchange. No personal boundaries. Shame is a mode of control. Power, even. Which is why I hate those second hand embarrassment fics and avoid them like the plague because it’s icky to me and makes me feel gross and I guess one of my personal triggers is someone feeling bad for doing something Shameful in public

Which brings me to Weird Humanity Musings part II (III? I can’t do math) that have taken a weird non-activist and highly personal turn for the worst:

I don’t think people notice how often emotional manipulation plays a part in subtle power plays that go on in human interactions every day. Humanity made dominance ffs. Humans are the ones that get upset and feel challenged with eye contact- not dogs. Dogs use sustained eye contact all the time for a bunch of reasons. Humans too. But it’s humans that recontextualized that behavior as exclusively dominance, a wholly human concept, and, whatever I’m not going to spend too much time on this because I don’t actually particularly care about it. But the point is actually just that humans went out of their way to create this thing, and it plays a part in social interactions. Mothers and daughters and siblings and friends all have scripts of code that basically go for the emotional center of the other person to get them to obey. Most people can’t recognize it because society has that whole “if everyone does it THIS must be the baseline of normal” be as well All Know, normal doesn’t even exist so that reaction is bullshit before it’s even analyzed in any meaningful sense.

Example time because I highly doubt I can just say that off the cuff and actually get people to follow that train of thought to completion (unfortunately, I’d rather not have to write this post at all because it means one less problem in the world and that’s a good thing).

Anytime someone says “I’m your mother!” it’s to reinforce the authority of the child that this person probably have financial, social, physical (such a medical) and emotional control over for almost two decades of their life, or however much it actually was. This is often used to make the child of the mother Do Something, like maybe they’re questioning her judgement or smth I don’t know I get this one a lot and it’s lost all meaning to me by now

Whenever someone says “thank you” it generally plays into the social script where they do the whole dance of “I got this service from you, I say thanks, you say you’re welcome.” This works as a subtle manipulation (not necessarily negative! these examples aren’t Get Mad and Force Conformity examples, just How It Works examples) when someone doesn’t feel like they’ve done something for someone else, so saying “thanks” shows appreciation for the effort and can force an acknowledgement of that effort by expecting a “your welcome” or “no problem” from the other person. This gets shitty and creepy when someone doesn’t take silence aka “I’m not doing the dance because I don’t agree” to a degree where they’re like “oh? are you not going to say you’re welcome?” aka are you gonna be a conceited shithead that thinks they’re better than saying “you’re welcome” the most common social nicety that supposedly always costs nothing? Which does nothing to make the person to feel better and everything to leverage the situation and make them preform social interaction for the other person’s amusement.

“Good morning” is another example. It doesn’t actually matter if the morning is good or not, but it establishes rapport and focuses on the positives- one of those things called “small talk.” (Never heard of her.) This is something someone can actually observe better at the cultural level- someone says “good morning” in english, in another language they say something else. Both show ideological underlying beliefs of the culture Because That’s How Culture And Language Work because it’s a sneaky not-liar that can’t hide its true feelings about things.

I’m not actually all that good with the line between “what is acceptable emotional manipulation in a social context when the fundamentals of the english language rely on subtle power exchange to function [and holy shit would some people hate knowing That] and the unacceptable abusive emotional manipulation” and I generally err on the side of stuff that people seem to be explicitly asking for and prompting but I don’t always succeed and I don’t know that I’m doing the best method but that’s the most chaotic good thing I could come up with

But it still remains that calling things emotional manipulation is both true and a misnomer because in some ways, they’re necessary to exist in society without being considered a jackass (as a self proclaimed “I was called a jackass using many different words that all basically mean jackass” that mostly doesn’t participate in these social nicety dances because I don’t like my brain yelling at me that I’m doing the same bullshit I hated as a Youth and I don’t like disappointing myself) and in others, they’re totally unneeded and artlessly cruel. I mean, heck, going through this internal debate every time someone says “good morning?” Who does that? (I do. This is why people think I’m a dumbass lmao. Jokes on them unfortunately,)

Regardless of what people actually DO about it though, these things are the underlying mechanics of how emotional manipulation works. It’s a concoction of societal expectations, situational contexts, personal histories, selective pressures, and a bunch of other things in smaller amounts. Most of the time it’s “normal” social stuff but with a ton of exaggerated features (I almost used my own handle from a different Social Media and that my friends is having a lot of issues and self hatred due to abuse! and also anxieties over becoming abusive ofc but who doesn’t have those these days). Which is why I think it’s so important that it’s expansively defined so much because otherwise people are really thickheaded about emotional abuse specifically. They think it’s impossible to do in some cases and in others, think it’s exclusively the realm of insults and humiliation.

Those exaggerate features are even harder to spot if someone doesn’t even recognize the interpersonal dynamics of language in the first place. It all just becomes nonsensical and no one can tell what came from where or what this particular question is abusive and not this other one. The logic gets poked with holes easier and abuse survivors get dismissed.

Of course, expanding that definition to reshape thinking might just go along the same direction as representation, where even alluding to the truly abusive mechanics of actual, you know, emotional abuse, is seen as abusive. Everything, literally, would become problematic. There could be callout posts about any human interaction in any context with anyone ever. I’m confident in holding myself to a higher standard than the rest of society but I Cannot overstate that being bullshit to the nth degree that I couldn’t even put up with myself telling myself to keep to it as a standard. It just doesn’t work. I’ve tried it. That way lies the nonsense form of madness as in the non-nd kind. That, along with purity culture and censorship and doxxing and death threats and so on: I don’t fully want to release this theory out into the world in practice because I’m afraid society will just use it as fodder to be cruel to people but I’m also equally afraid that not saying anything will just cause people to, I don’t know, keep accidentally causing suffering to others. So I’ll stuff it under a read more and hope that keeps the impact minimal but not non-existent.

But yeah this whole post is a demonstration that just because someone’s behaving weirdly doesn’t necessarily mean that they’re bad people. Even if they do something that seems downright mean. I read a post that was basically “there’s no such thing as asshole disorder” but there really is, and it’s whatever I have. I get so compelled to Do the right thing by my ethics and morals that I go through above *gestures* and take longer than neurotypicals do to respond to “good morning” and I don’t mean anything by it so I assume that people can tell because I assume the best in others, and others are free to assume the worst in me so they do.

I’m not upset by it but I also wish that there were a better system to screen assholes than assuming that non-compliance with normality is a sign of evil, because that’s the system we seem to have. It might have a high reward in the brain via confirmation biases and whatnot, but that doesn’t seem worth the risk of basically knocking down any and every mental illness symptom that’s unpalatable. Because they’re all unpalatable to someone, somewhere. That’s what makes them symptoms. We don’t have any “glowing green hair” as symptoms because that’s just sick as fuck and I want some. People who have working with their symptoms and turned them into something beneficial have largely challenged societal ideas about what is “good” and “natural” to get there, and that type of work isn’t someone everyone is cut out for.

Many physically disabled people are all medical model, all the way because they’ve been largely neurotypical their whole lives, and I’ve read their grieving posts like people recommend that I read and I just don’t see how I can help them empathize with me as a person that doesn’t give a shit if my clicking pen annoys people if it helps me focus. That’s an Asshole move if any has ever be determined by society, but at the same time, a common fundamental symptom of many disorders, and as such, I don’t feel bad about it and I don’t know that I could, ever, be made to feel guilty for existing. I’ve never seen myself as a drain on society. I’ve never felt like a freeloader. And I’ll never feel bad for being disable or neurodivergent. Does that make me the bad guy? Or the weird cool antihero from fiction? My impulse is to say “yes” to both ‘cause what people like in fiction is not always what they tolerate in real life

It’s kinda weird and paradoxical that I can feel bad about not feeling bad but not feel bad about being disabled at the same time but w/e I’m an abuse survivor we, collectively, excel at stuff and things that most people may not understand so I guess that’s all the explanation I need

#abuse #I'm laughing this is so long #I have this many thoughts in like actual conversations #my hands can't type fast enough and I end up deleting half the things I say because the time has passed #from which it would made sense to say them #anyway the long and short of this is: a complex analysis of why I agree largely with the criticisms I recieve #but not with their reasons #usually people mistake my mental illness as me being a bad person #and me being a bad person as me being a good person #do you see #the existential crisis #when I do things I know are unethical I get praise and approval for being neurotypical #because it's expected as normal behavior #while when I don't do it as the most neurotypical thing ever #which is like caring about other people and vying for their approval like the needy bastard that I am #then I'm weird!!#also I don't think I'm an asshole because that need some measure of conscious effort and thought #abuse doesn't need to be intentional #the only mean things I've ever done are generally in a self defense context #and vastly underwhelm in comparison to the other stuff that incited it #on purpose any way #the less on purpose stuff happens all the time and I hate it and I just want five minutes of #I don't know rewind and replay #so I can stop myself from saying and doing things #instead I have to move through life as a snails pace triple thinking things over and forgetting what I was thinking of and remembering #and starting over #jeez I'm tired just thinking of it #I got all burnt out last semester and I kept saying and doing rookie ass mistakes and getting overstimulated in public #which is probably the nail in the coffin and why I'm going to be filing for ssi #I've come to the decision with a mix of perpetual anxiety and hope that maybe

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sanerontheinside · 7 years

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Fic prompts, please! Either cliche for Rex/Obi "Got each other's bag"; or Sarcasm 28 “Excuse me. I have to go make a scene.” (for whoever it amuses!)

AAAHHHHH so sometimes I do complete prompts in my promptedrabbles file, yay. THE LEVERAGE/SW CROSS NOBODY ASKED FOR lol

Based on the Mile High Job

so we’ll call it

Pie in the Sky Job (oh, no, that’s probably bad? ugh idk)

Qui-Gon eyed the board with a grimace. “Right, so the assets are on the plane headed for the Cayman Islands. Ani?”

“Yeah! Yeah. I can get you on that plane. So that’s… four tickets, coming right up.”

“Make it three,” Obi-Wan put in quickly. “I have an Air Marshal badge.”

Ahsoka frowned at him. “Wait, what if there’s a Marshal on the flight already?”

“There’s only one marshal for every hundred flights.”

Anakin’s choked-off curse was fairly audible over comms. “O-okay, you know what? I felt a lot safer not knowing that.”

“Same here,” Ahsoka muttered.

“Doesn’t change the fact that it’s true.” Obi-Wan pointed out, amused.

“Make it two tickets,” Qui-Gon said, already thinking ahead. “One authority figure is good, two is better. Ahsoka, you’re about to get a day job.”

“Huh?” Ahsoka’s head came up. “Wait, doing what?”

Lifting a flight attendant’s suitcase required a minor bit of improvisation, with Obi-Wan as a disgruntled passenger providing an excellent distraction.

“Sometimes I feel bad about playing with people like that,” Tahl murmured, watching from a polite distance as Ahsoka switched the flight attendant’s suitcase with another, similar one. Tahl and Qui-Gon had also surreptitiously lifted a bag each from unclaimed luggage.

“She’ll get home and find that there’s nothing wrong with her cat, it was all a misunderstanding,” Qui-Gon shrugged. “And that she somehow picked up the wrong suitcase,” he added after a moment’s thought.

“Well. Small casualties,” Tahl shrugged.

“Tahl, did you, er—”

“Yes, Qui?”

Qui-Gon cleared his throat. “You checked the suitcases, I noticed. Did you—”

“Naturally.”

“Right. Let’s just—go.”

“So how did you know there’d be an extra uniform in her bag?” Ahsoka asked, catching up to them—already in uniform, in fact.

“Flight attendants are required to carry an extra uniform, in case something happens to the one they’re wearing.” Obi-Wan supplied.

“Or in case of unscheduled flights,” Tahl added, with a smirk.

Ahsoka eyed both of them uncertainly. “Seriously, how do you guys just know this?”

Tahl’s smirk grew positively feline, “Slept with a flight attendant.”

“Worked flight secur—what?” Obi-Wan didn’t quite reel, but it was a near thing.

Qui-Gon just laughed at them and waved them along. “Come on, later. Wouldn’t want to miss the flight Anakin is so kindly getting us last-minute tickets for. To the Cayman Islands. Do I even want to know?”

“Uh—no, not particularly, no,” Anakin said. “Those poor souls won’t suffer for it, anyway. I’m sure the company will reimburse them, or something.”

By the time Obi-Wan was on the other side of the security check, though, Anakin had already cleared everything up with their flight plan. Tahl and Qui-Gon, for some reason, were held up at the checkpoint.

“What’s going on there?” Anakin asked, trying not to sound anxious.

It was Obi-Wan who answered—not in any way reassuring. “Oh god, that’s embarrassing.”

Anakin sat up quickly. “Whaaaat’s happening?”

Obi-Wan growled into the mic. “Qui-Gon, couldn’t you have checked the bags you lifted? Just in case?”

“Oh—”

There was an awkward cough just before Tahl cut in with an excited “It’s our third anniversary!” to the guard.

Anakin was pretty sure he heard Obi-Wan choke back a laugh. “Didn’t want to know that either,” Anakin muttered darkly. Ahsoka had apparently decided that selective deafness was the better part of valour.

Qui-Gon seemed to be scowling. “Tahl, I thought you said you’d handed it off?”

“Well, now, I did think flying with two of those might be a bit excessive.”

“Good god, there were two.”

“Was that a facepalm? Obi-Wan, tell me he’s facepalming?”

Obi-Wan’s voice came back over comms, amused. “Yes, Ani, he’s facepalming, and not at you for once. Congratulations. Not-Anakin-Facepalm Tuesdays, new holiday. What terminal should we be at?”

It was one of the weirdest flights Rex had ever been on, and he’d even managed to sleep through most of it. One of the flight attendants had been… aggressively blunt about flight safety, and in general dispatched her job efficiently, but with the disaffected air of someone who was focused on something bigger than passing (throwing) snacks. There were some complaints. The complaints were also quiet.

Across the aisle, Rex spotted a man who’d come aboard without a carry-on, which was a little odd until the flight attendant moved to ask him something and he flashed her a badge. Air Marshal, Rex thought. Feel safer already.

Of course, that had to be the moment his sleep-deprived brain chose to inform him that, safe or no, said Air Marshal was really not bad on the eyes. He reflexively smothered that thought and decided that he may as well try to sleep through the flight. Honestly, hitting on an Air Marshal mid-flight? That sounded like a bad idea all around.

Rex was all the more certain of it when he missed the Out of Order sign on the door—he’d been a bit preoccupied, watching a fiery redhead talking urgently with a couple of the passengers up front—and walked in on a body in the lavatory. Knocked out, cold. Rex took one look at the knife in the sink, definitely ceramic, and at how neatly the man had been incapacitated, and decided he didn’t want to get into… whatever this was.

At the same time his opinion of the Air Marshal ticked up yet another notch.

Though, if ‘Air Marshal’ was all this man was, Rex would have to eat his own boots, and he didn’t relish the idea. The pair of passengers he’d been speaking with were a bit odd; one was a very tall gentleman, with long hair and a neat beard, and the other was an even taller lady, dark-skinned and green-eyed. Rex couldn’t quite bet on them being a couple, for all their marital-sounding disputes, but they were definitely drift-compatible. At least he caught their names in the midst of those small tiffs: Qui-Gon, he thought, and Tahl—Baker? Such a normal surname for such odd given names.

And if Rex hadn’t seen all three of them together earlier, he might actually have sounded the alarm when he witnessed their clever double act, surreptitiously checking the bags of the passengers behind them. Both Tahl’s lift and Qui-Gon’s handoff of the unsuspecting passenger’s bag were pitch perfect, but Rex also had the chance to note that they hadn’t taken anything.

If Rex had been hoping for a moment’s sleep on this flight, though, he’d been horribly mistaken. With less than an hour left to go, the trip went from intriguing to harrowing as the plane dipped into a rapid descent. He was surprised—thankfully momentarily distracted—when Tahl appeared next to him, a terrified young woman in tow.

“Mind if we join you?”

He shook his head, numb.

“Oh, Good. This is Marissa,” she said, sounding almost chipper as she stepped into the aisle, “and my name’s Tahl.”

“Pleasure,” Rex said tightly.

Tahl threw a sharp glance his way. “Done this before?”

He managed a quick nod.

“Don’t worry, my husband’s an engineer with the company, he’s up front, he can fix this.”

Engineer, Rex’s entire ass, but Tahl sounded absolutely certain that this was something that could be fixed, so Rex tried to smile. “Thanks.”

Who the hell knew, anyway. Qui-Gon could certainly pass for an engineer. Tahl still had that knowing look, though, and in a moment she took his hand and squeezed.

He didn’t actually remember the next few minutes. When he got his brain back in his skull, he realised that people had been cheering and clapping, and that they’d landed—though, where, he had no idea, hadn’t they been in the middle of the ocean? In any case, Tahl and Marissa both looked relieved. And the brusque flight attendant popped up out of nowhere and handed Marissa a ginger ale.

“Thank you, Ahsoka,” Tahl murmured, sounding infinitely patient. Rex decided that was pretty funny, for some reason. He doubled over laughing, probably on the verge of hysteria.

In a little while, they started letting passengers out of the plane. Rex didn’t get up, though. He decided to wait, get his breathing back under control. Tahl and Marissa didn’t seem to be in a hurry to get anywhere, either. The passengers in First Class were just beginning to disembark when Qui-Gon reappeared, the redhead on his heels.

Qui-Gon seemed particularly concerned. “Everyone all right?”

Tahl nodded, and Ahsoka replied with an oddly enthusiastic “Yep!”

“Obi-Wan, we need to do something about Erlick.”

Obi-Wan—the Air Marshal, apparently—just shrugged. “When I knock people out they tend to stay knocked out.”

“Fair enough. Still, probably want to hand him over to the authorities.”

“You know, if they’re doing this as carefully as I think they are?” Obi-Wan looked thoughtful. “There should be someone waiting on the ground to make sure he got the job done. Or, more accurately, that he went down with the plane.”

Qui-Gon grimaced. “And he didn’t.”

“Well!” Tahl rose and straightened out her blouse. “In that case, Genegrow’s taken care of all the loose ends for us.”

Qui-Gon turned to help Obi-Wan take the luggage out of the compartments, passing suitcases to the passengers around them. Tahl walked a pale and shaking Marissa back to her aisle, and Rex stood up and reached for his suitcase—which Obi-Wan seemed about to take with him. “I’m sorry, I believe that’s my bag.”

Obi-Wan glanced up at him and blinked, then cracked the brightest grin Rex had ever seen. “Oh. I believe you’re right, it is—I’m sorry.”

Rex grinned back like an idiot. “Not at all. Can I get your name?” He saw Qui-Gon give Obi-Wan a sideways glance and shake his head, but decided not to pay it any mind, especially since Obi-Wan didn’t look like he was about to refuse.

“I’m—”

He was interrupted by a loud crash and flight attendant’s scream. Obi-Wan glanced over his shoulder, and Rex noticed ‘Erlick’ had barrelled right through the flimsy door.

“Excuse me,” Obi-Wan apologised, his grin irrepressible. “I have to go make a scene.”

He did make quite a scene, and handed Erlick over to the proper authorities outside. Rex shook his head and figured it was bad luck.

Except, of course, when he stuck his hands in his pockets he discovered a square of paper with a number scrawled on it, sighed Obi-Wan.

#the star wars leverage cross nobody asked for #norcumi #wild ficcage and au spawn #ObiRex #both. it's both. I did both.#well. sorta

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just-jordie-things · 7 years

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Being the Bait - Theo Raeken

word count: 7090 summary: you’re tired of theo constantly breaking your heart, but the idea of losing him again just doesn’t seem like an option. (set in 6A but not everything follows the episodes exactly) warnings: swearing, angsty depression, night terrors, murder a/n: this isn’t the song used for the lil prompt below, but i listened to this a lot while writing this imagine. idk if y’all even click those link or not but i thought you’d want the same experience

[you’ve taken my heart by storm / i’m lost in your love / i can’t hold back anymore]

You blinked, not sure if what you were seeing was correct. You raised your fists to your eyes, rubbing them as though to clear your vision.

But nope, Theo Raeken was still standing there in front of you. All chained up by Liam and Hayden. A strip of duct tape over his mouth, which you were thankful for. He couldn’t sweet talk out of this one like he’d done with you before. He looked the same, the same dirty blonde gelled hair, the same muscular frame, same perfect jawline-

You snapped back into reality of the situation, and glared between the sophomore werewolves.

“What the hell did you do!?” You screamed, punching Liam in the shoulder and giving him a growl. “Scott is going to kill you- hell, I’m gonna kill you! What were you thinking!”

“First of all, ow” Liam muttered. “And second of all, Theo’s the only one we got who could tell us anything about the Dread Doctor's experiment” You sighed, and rolled your eyes.

“Liam… goddamn it” You pinched the bridge of your nose, shaking your head as you looked down at the ground. “Are you fucking kidding me” You sighed.

“He’s right” Hayden piped up. “He’s the only leverage we have for figuring out what these Ghost Riders want” You looked from Hayden, and shot a glance at Theo, who had his eyes set on you. You kept his stare for a moment, before looking up at the sky, trying to process through your wild, thought jumbled head.

“Okay” You sighed, looking back to Liam. “Okay” Your eyes wandered the woods that they’d told you to meet them at. “But why here?”

“We’re searching” Hayden shrugged. When you stole another glance at your ex boyfriend, you found his eyes were still on you and you quickly turned away.

“Fine. But no promises that I don’t maul him when this is all over” You said, flashing your ice blue eyes at Liam.

You all began walking, and you weren’t quite sure where it was you were going. Just that the betas on either side of you were determined to get somewhere. Liam kept telling Hayden about what he’d learned so far about the Hunt, but you’d zoned out of the conversation, falling a bit behind the both of them as you were swamped in your own thoughts.

Mostly memories, of your time with Theo before his true self was revealed. The day that you’d found out he was working with the Doctors, your entire being felt shattered, and your heart broken. But if you were being honest with yourself, you cried yourself to sleep many nights after you’d watched him get dragged down to the pits of hell. And your heart was still broken.

You jumped and spun around when you felt a small nudge on your arm. You saw that Theo had awkwardly put the back of his hand against your forearm, while still in his handcuffs. You kept his gaze again for a moment, wishing that things weren’t the way they were.

But that wasn’t going to change, and no matter how sorrowful he looked at you, neither were you.

You looked away, and walked quickly forward, trying to join the conversation with Liam and Hayden again.

Theo Raeken needed to be out of your life, even if you needed to carve him out yourself.

You ended up in the middle of nowhere. It was dark now, and you were in the middle of the woods, having no idea where it was you even are.

“Liam” You grumbled, putting your hands on your head. “I am actually going to murder you in these woods” Hayden stepped defensively in front of him, but you just rolled your eyes. “Well give me a reason not to!” You yelled at them both, and Liam sighed.

“Because Scott would be-”

“Oh, he’d be just as pissed as I am right about now” You said in a growl. “Not only, did you lead us all out here so we’re lost in these woods” You angrily through your arm towards Theo. “You brought back this fucking psychopath!” Your heart tightened at the words you’d used, but you’d known it was true.

“y/n, breathe for a sec, okay?” Liam said, putting his hand on your shoulder. You huffed in frustration.

“And why should I do that when I’m stuck out here with the last person I want to be with, ever” You said angrily. Liam handed his end of the chain to Hayden, and she proceeded to tie Theo up at a thick tree.

“Maybe because your claws are digging into the palms of your hands and your eyes are..” Liam trailed off, and you closed your eyes tightly, willing the color to go away. You hated their new color. “Look if you want help with control it took me a while too-”

“No. I don’t need it” You snapped back at him. “Just let me breathe on my own” You said, walking away, and running your hands through your hair, pleading with your inner self that you could shift back to being human. Tears welled in your eyes as your mind flashed back to the worst night of your life.

Not only had Theo been ripped away from you to spend his eternity beneath the surface of the earth, but you’d lost the beautiful yellow color of your shifting eyes. They’d gone from a golden color, to a sky blue one, in a matter of seconds. And it was a complete accidental incident.

You could hear thrashing and metal clanking behind you, and looked out of the corner of your eye to see Theo struggling against his restraints, pulling and yanking. He was mumbling under the duct tape, but no real words came out. You tilted your head just barely towards the three of them, listening to what Liam and Hayden were saying.

“We’re not letting you free damnit stop trying!” Liam said angrily, and Hayden tightened the chains around the tree.

“Hey” You called so they’d hear you, but your voice was soft as you wiped your sleeves over your eyes. “Let’s just get going” You said, taking their attention away from the chimera so they’d stop yanking on the metal cuffs around his wrists. “I think I could get us out of here if we backtrack enough” You told them, and Liam sighed in relief.

“Thank god” He said, and began to undo the ends of the chains where Hayden had tied them around the trunk of the tree.

“I got it” You said, taking over and unlooping them with ease. Liam reached out to take them, but you held onto them with a firm grip. He didn’t question you, and neither did Hayden. Because all four of you knew that Theo was much less likely to run away if you were the one holding onto his leash. In fact, both you and him knew he wouldn’t even think about it if you were holding the chains.

You’d gotten everyone to the entrance of the preserve, where both yours and Liam’s cars were parked, and everyone felt both relief and exhaustion. You checked your phone for the time.

“Jesus it’s ten o’clock” You sighed.

“There’s no reception… I wonder if Scott tried to contact us” Liam said worriedly, but you didn’t care so much about Scott at the moment.

“Where’s he gonna stay..?” You asked with a nervous tremor in your voice.

“Well we can’t just let him go off to… wherever the hell he lived” Liam said. You almost corrected him by telling him that Theo had a small apartment but kept your mouth shut. “Don’t look at me, my step dad would kill me if I just showed up with him at my house” Liam said with wide eyes towards you. “Besides. He’d kill me in my sleep in an instant” He said in disgust. Your ears picked up in the slowed pace of Theo’s heart beat, but no one else seemed to notice it so you didn’t mention it.

“My sister hates when I bring Liam home, you think she’s gonna let some eighteen year old boy stay the night?” Hayden scoffed, crossing her arms. Your hands tightened on the chains in your hand, bending the thick links as you came to a realization.

“Your parents are still on vacation right?” Liam asked, and you tilted your head, giving him a glare.

“Oh, you can’t be serious” You growled.

You shoved Theo into the back seat of your car, slamming the door, not even checking to see if he’d pulled his legs in or not. But by the lack of bones crushing as you whipped the door shut, you figured he’d moved inside just in time.

You spun around, and punched your fist hard across Liam’s jaw, and he stumbled back, but it barely fazed him.

“You’re lucky to have your life tonight” You said angrily. Liam rolled his eyes.

“You’re being over dramatic. At least he won’t kill you if he stays at yours”

You swung at him again, but this time he dodged your punch.

“Great, now keep up that aggression for when he’s there” Liam said, giving you two thumbs up before dragging Hayden quickly away towards his car.

“Well fuck you Dunbar!” You yelled after he shut the door and turned on the car’s engine. When he drove away from you, you flipped him off. “Fuck you!” You yelled again, then stormed over to your own car. You angrily opened the door and slammed it as you got in.

You put your hands on the wheel, catching your breath as you realized you were panting from the frustration boiling up inside of you.

“Blue’s a new color on you” You heard an all to familiar and calm voice say from behind you. Your eyes flicked up to the rearview mirror, thankful to see that they were back to their normal y/e/c. But not so thankful to see Theo, with his duct tape in his hands. You cursed internally upon realizing his hands weren’t bound by anything now. Thought the cuffs were still on them, he could remove the tape easily.

“If you think that I won’t kill you in an instant if you put me, or my friends, into any danger, then you are sadly mistaken” You said, finally jamming your key into the ignition and turning it. You instantly began to drive away.

“And if you think that I’d intentionally hurt you in any way, then you know even less about me than you thought” He said with a slight chuckle.

“I don’t think it’s in your best interest to crack jokes about all the lies you fed me” You grumbled, going five miles more than the speed limit to get home faster.

“y/n I-”

“I don’t care Theo” You said, keeping your expression as blank as possible, and refusing to look back at him. With that, he shut his mouth, and was silent the whole rest of the ride back to your place.

When you got here, you let him walk himself behind you to the door. You knew he wouldn’t try to make a run for it. He carried all the chains in his arms, and stayed silent as you unlocked the door. He closed it behind him, and locked it again.

“You have the couch” You said, pointing to the living room before going upstairs to change into pajamas.

You stalled in your room, trying to calm down the wave of emotions you were currently drowning in. Yes, the feelings you’d had for Theo were still all there. All the passion and love and adoration you’d had for almost half the year. But now, it was mixed up with something new, and cold. A hatred, a boiling anger. You knew in your heart of hearts that Theo Raeken was a manipulative liar, but that you still had feelings for him. And you had no idea what to do about it.

With a sigh, you decided to bring down a pillow and blankets for him. You went down the stairs to see he was lying there, on his back, his hands folded over his chest with all the chains sitting there on his stomach. Some hung down and swung near the floor. When you entered the room, he looked over at you as you held out the items you’d grabbed for him.

“Here” Was all you could manage to say as you set them on the coffee table in front of your couch. You crouched down in front of him, pulling a bobby pin out of your hair and picking the lock on his handcuffs with ease. Theo gave you a small grateful smile as they fell off, and he rubbed his wrists immediately to relieve the sharp pain of the bruises there.

“Thank you” He said, and you looked at him, but didn’t say anything. When you finally tore your eyes away from his green ones, you stood up, tugged down your sleep shorts awkwardly, and headed back towards the stairs.

You didn’t get much sleep that night, mostly tossing and turning and your mind jumping with the thought of Theo sleeping in your house again. But every time he’d done so before, he was always in your bed. His arms protectively holding you against him, a few kisses pressing into your hair as he fell asleep.

It felt weird to have him here without him holding you.

After the long restless night, you took a long shower the next morning before putting on your outfit for school. You went downstairs while adjusting it, and was surprised to see Theo just sitting on the couch. His blankets and pillow neatly folded and stacked back onto the coffee table.

“Uh, you want breakfast?” You asked timidly, pointing off to the kitchen. He nodded his head, and followed you in. “I’m making toast… is that okay?”

Why should it matter if that’s okay with him, he’s my prisoner, you thought to yourself, but didn’t take back the offer.

“Toast is fine” He said, and sat at the table while you put bread in the toaster. It was silent as you got down the plates, and pulled out butter and a knife as well. But he was the first to speak up again. “You know if.. If you want to ask me questions or something I’d answer one hundred percent honestly” He told you. You looked at him for a moment, testing to see if he was lying.

You didn’t find a tell that he was.

But you looked back at the toaster, waiting for the bread to pop up. “No thanks” You said, twiddling the knife around between your fingers. “I actually don’t want to know a single thing” You added.

Breakfast was silent.

The car ride to school was silent.

He kept in step next to you on the way into the building. He felt weird, seeing that he was in the same clothes as he was yesterday, and had no school books with him. But he didn’t dare question you or whatever it was your plan was here.

You met up with Liam Mason and Hayden, and Mason was the only one who reacted upon seeing the chimera. Instantly jumping behind Liam. Who explained it all to his friend.

“I still don’t trust him” Mason said simply, and headed off. Liam followed after him, causing Hayden to go as well. You sighed, heading to your own locker instead. Theo still right behind you.

“It feels weird being here again” He told you, filling the now awkward silence as he stood at your locker. He looked over the crowd of students, who all gave him a weird look. He could hear all their whispers, and he knew you could too.

“Where did he go?”

“I thought he like… died in that whole library wolf incident”

“Maybe he should die. He was so cocky and rude”

“Are him and y/n still dating?”

“I hope not, that way I actually have a chance at prom king and queen with my boyfriend”

“He looks like he just crawled out of a hole”

You looked up at Theo as his eyes raked over the halls of people. You frowned having heard what the other students were saying.

“Don’t listen to them” You told him against your better judgement. “Just ignore them. They don’t know anything” He looked at you, a slight surprised expression on his face upon realizing that you were easing his hurt feelings.

“Well congratulations y/n” He sighed. “You aren’t the only one who wants me dead”

You didn’t say anything, just got the books you needed and headed off towards the library. You were supposed to meet with Scott, Lydia, and Malia there.

Let’s just say it didn’t go well. But you had somehow convinced Malia not to kill Theo.

At the end of the day, he was just sitting on the stairs outside of the school. Since he was no longer technically in the system, he’d spent the whole day in the library, then headed outside when the final bell rang. You were a little late coming outside, having been stopped by Scott.

“I just don’t think it’s a good idea for you to be the one watching him” Scott told you.

“Yeah, and I’m the only one who can do it” You’d replied. “And the only one he’d actually comply to “ You added.

“You think he wouldn’t try to hurt you and free himself?” Scott asked, not believing it as much as you did.

“I don’t” You said, before heading towards the doors. “I’ll see you later McCall”

When you went outside, Theo was the only one there, sitting on the steps and wringing his hands together.

“Come on” You said quietly as you walked down, heading towards your car. Theo got up and followed after you. “Let’s go home”

The next two days, the silent tension between you two had faded away, and you’d grown used to having him in your home. You’d gone to his apartment one night so that he could get all his clothes and other things he’d need during his stay at your house.

You were sitting in the living room, on the recliner with your legs criss crossed in your lap, a book in your hands as you read in silence. Theo was on the couch, laying so that he was facing you as he messed around on his phone.

“It’s weird” He told you. “It’s been awhile since I’ve had this, and I barely know what to use it for” You looked over at him as he tapped on the screen.

“Well what’d you need it for before?” You asked him, and he chuckled quietly to himself.

“I’d only ever used it to talk to you” He said, stealing a quick glance at you, and catching you with your cheeks pink and a ghost of a smile tugging at your lips. But you looked away, trying to remove the expression from your features.

“Sounds like a waste of money” You said blankly, your eyes staring down at your book, but unable to read a word.

“It wasn’t then” Was all he said.

Another hour spent in a more comfortable silence passed before you decided it was time for you to go up to bed. You were halfway up the stairs when you stopped, and turned around. You thought through what you were going to do next, before descending back down and going to the living room. You found Theo already getting comfortable on the sofa under his small blanket and pillow.

“Hey-hey Theo?” You called nervously, and upon smelling the anxiousness on you, he looked at you worriedly. “I… I was thinking that if… if you want you could st-stay upstairs in the guest room” You told him, and his brows rose in shock.

Was it just him, or were you warming up to him again?

“You know with the whole Ghost Riders thing and-and it’s storming and the couch just seems to small and uncomfortable-”

“I’d love to stay in the guest bedroom” He cut you off from your nervous rambling, and a breath of relief blew from your lips.

“A-alright then” You said, and he gathered his blankets and pillow up before following you upstairs.

And to think the last time he followed you up these stairs, it was so you could sneak into your bedroom for some mischief before your parents came home.

“It’s here” You said quietly, opening up the door that was across from yours. Theo followed you in, and smiled at the bed. He missed sleeping in a bed.

“Thank you” He said sincerely as he set his things on the mattress. You nodded, looking down at the carpeted floor.

“Yeah I just figured it’s… time” You said, and he didn’t ask for clarification on what exactly you thought it was time for, but he smiled at your kindness towards him. He sat on the bed, setting up his pillow and everything, but you hung back at the door hesitantly.

“Uh… Theo? Can I ask you a question?”

“I told you I’d tell you anything you wanted to know” He said, and you nodded at the memory of him saying that.

“Is Stiles real? Do you remember him?” You asked the question that everyone had been wondering lately. Theo smiled at you, and laughed, but you didn’t get the joke.

“Oh he’s real” He told you, and your face lit up.

“He is? Were we friends?” You asked, stepping a little further in the room. Theo nodded from where he sat on the edge of the bed.

“You were very close” He told you. “Like brother and sister. Scott too. You were all like a family” He said, and your heart swelled at the idea. All this time, you were worried that Lydia was just going bat shit banshee crazy, but she was telling the truth.

“Can you… could you tell me about him?” You asked, and he nodded again.

“He was.. Very sarcastic, all the time. There was no off switch on his mouth. But he was also very smart” You nodded, eagerly drinking up an information he had to offer. “He never liked me he sorta… he sorta saw through the act” Theo said, beginning to quieten a little as he looked down. “He actually told you a lot to break if off when we were dating and he’d… he’d threaten me a lot” You bit the inside of your cheek as you tried to think of these memories, but nothing came up. “He care very much about you y/n, that’s what’s important” He said.

“Thank you” You said softly, and he nodded, a sort of sad smile on his lips.

“Yeah, yeah anytime” He murmured.

“Are we going to win?” You asked him. “Do you think we can… beat this? The Ghost Riders?” You asked, needing an honest opinion. Scott’s ‘we can try’ speech was getting old and you needed real feedback. Theo sighed before replying.

“I think it’s a long shot” He told you. “But I’m not letting you get taken by them. Any of you” He added the last piece quickly, but cared more about your safety than anyone else's. You nodded, a gentle smile pulling at your lips as you looked down at your feet again.

“Goodnight then, Theo” You said quietly before heading back out of the room.

“Goodnight y/n” He responded before you shut the door.

It was getting easier for you to sleep. In the few days he’d been there you’d felt safer, even though Beacon Hills was becoming more dangerous by the minute. With a Nazi Werewolf running around and taking Scott’s pack one by one, and the Ghost Riders taking out anyone in sight, the fear was amplifying every day.

You’d already lost Mason, Corey, Liam, Hayden, Melissa, Argent and Stiles. It was just a matter of time before they got to you too.

But the next night, when the house was quiet and it was late, you woke up screaming and thrashing in your sheets. Theo had been there in a matter of two seconds, not even bothering to knock. The only instinct he’d had was to get to you as fast as possible.

“y/n, y/n look at me” He sat on his knees in front of your bed as you sat up, tears streaming out of your eyes as he held your head in his hands. “Hey… hey it’s alright” He whispered to you, brushing away your tears with his thumbs. “It was just a bad dream, your safe, no one’s here” He told you in a soft tone that he’d used many times before. Remembering your many nightmares and difficulty with sleep. He knew exactly what to do, that all you needed was someone there to hold you, to coo to you, to tell you that you were safe.

But now, he wasn’t exactly sure of what you wanted from him. So he sat there, his eyes staring into yours as you cried and he kept his hands cupped around your cheeks. You surprised both him and yourself when you reached for him, slipping onto the floor onto your knees in front of him, your hands, clenched into fists, sliding around his neck as you held onto him tightly.

“Don’t let go- don’t let go” You mumbled, your eyes closing tightly. He let out a shaky breath and wrapped his arms around you, holding you just as tightly as he used to.

His eyes closed, relishing in the memories of having your small body in his arms so casually before. In the halls, on the couch, when sleeping, while waiting at your locker, hugging hello, hugging goodbye, in the kitchen, everywhere. All the time.

“I won’t” Was all he could say as he ran his hands up and down your back. “I won’t, I promise”

You stayed like that for a long time, sitting on the floor holding onto each other. You’d never needed to be in his embrace more than now.

When more time than he thought he’d have you passed, you slowly released him, but didn’t move away, just wiped your eyes with your sleeve and stared at your lap.

“I got taken” You said quietly, opening up about what it was you’d dreamt about. “They took me a-and no one else was there. I was alone” He nodded, letting you pour it out before speaking.

“They’re not going to take you y/n” He said when you were quiet for a long time. “I promise they won’t get you” You looked up at him with wet eyes, unsure of what to say to him. Of course you didn’t believe it, there was no way he could stop them from getting you. “I’d throw myself in front of them before ever letting you get taken, okay? He said, his hands framing around your face again. Your eyes shot up to his, surprise and fear and what he’d recognized as adoration all inside of them. For a moment of his staring, you thought he was going to kiss you.

But he didn’t.

He lifted you up, and set you back in bed, even covering you back up with the blankets you’d kicked off of yourself.

“Go back to sleep” He murmured, caressing your head with his hand gently before pulling away to leave.

And he left, going back to his own room, staying awake the rest of the night in case you’d need him again.

But as much as you wanted to call for him to come stay with you, you fought against yourself, and went to bed alone.

This time, feeling more lonely than ever.

You ran up to Scott desperately trying to catch your breath. The hospital was pretty much abandoned, except for the pack, who was trying to fight back against the Ghost Riders.

“y/n!? What are you still doing here?! You were supposed to get Lydia and Malia and get out!” The alpha yelled, worry evident in his tone.

“I couldn’t leave! And neither could they-”

“Get back!” He yelled, grabbing you and pulling you away from the crack of one of the Riders’ whip. “Run! Find Theo, and leave!” He roared, before turning back to the phantom cowboy, and growling. You sprinted off before they began fighting.

You ran through halls, flickering lights and papers flying around. It was like it was storming inside of the building. You searched for Theo, your heartbeat racing as you looked everywhere. Tears welled in your eyes in fear and worry.

What if he’d gotten taken? What if he was gone for good?

No, no not again. You couldn’t let it happen again. You’d lose yourself if you lost him again.

Upon sprinting around a corner, you ran into something, and fell back. But they caught you.

“y/n!?” Theo’s nervous shriek rang through the hall. “What’re you still doing here- you have to go!”

“No-no I couldn’t leave” You told him, but he shook his head, his hands coming around your arms as he tried to move you away.

“You can’t be here- you can’t be here y/n you have to go” He begged you, grabbing your hand and running with you to the nearest exit he could find.

“I can’t leave! I have to help!” You said, and he brought you to a hall where Malia and Lydia were.

“Oh thank god” He muttered. “Lydia! You gotta get her out of here!” He called, and she came up to you both.

“We figured it out, we know how to stop them” Malia said as she jogged towards you too. “Someone’s gotta be the bait”

“Yeah, and it’s not gonna be y/n, so get her out of here” He said.

“Uh, we sorta don’t have time for that” Lydia nodded off to two Ghost Riders who turned down the hall, a gun in each of their hands. Theo cursed, grabbing you again and sprinting you as quickly as he could to the elevator at the end of the hallway. He slammed the down arrow, and stood in front of you as the doors opened so that you couldn’t possibly be shot at.

“No, no don’t make me leave” You begged him, tears in your eyes. “I’m not losing you again” You said, grabbing onto his shirt so he couldn’t get you into the elevator. “Don’t make me go” You said breathlessly. “Theo I-”

“I know” He said, his hand coming around your cheek as he stared into your eyes and brushed away your hair. “I already know” He told you, and when you leaned in to press your lips against his, he shoved you into the elevator.

“What are you doing?!” You panicked, scrambling to get out, but he’d already pushed the button.

“Being the bait” He said, and all you saw before the doors closed, was the whip of the Ghost Rider wrapping around his arm, and a puff of green smoke go up.

And just like that, you felt the same way you had the night he was dragged to hell. You couldn’t even hear your own screaming as the elevator descended down to the first floor.

You didn’t try to get out, just let it sit there, the doors closed as you sobbed and banged against the doors in anger. Your claws were digging into your palms, canines grown out and eyes a dangerous shade of blue as you dented the metal elevator door from continuously pounding against it.

How could it be that the boy you couldn’t help but love so deeply, be ripped away from you again?

It had been days, and you hadn’t gotten more than an hour of sleep. You stopped going to school, and you were too weak to go out Ghost Rider hunting with the rest of the pack.

It was unfair that Liam came back. That Hayden came back.

You were in the school when Stiles returned, relief flooding over you as memories of him returned. You’d hugged him desperately clinging to him, only for him to pull away from you and look at you seriously.

“Theo” He said, and your heart went mad. “I saw him, I talked to him- y/n I’m so sorry I ever pushed you to leave him” Your lips parted as you stared at the boy who was much taller than you. “y/n he loves you, he loves you so much e told me everything- he told me when I got here to find you and make sure you’re safe he wasn’t even worried about the goddamn train station from hell he was in” Your eyes welled with tears at the words, your hands covering your mouth.

“He-he told you all that?” Your voice cracked, and Stiles nodded. You looked from him, to Scott to Malia, to Lydia, all of them wearing the same surprised, but happy expressions on their face.

“Alright alright happy moment over, you’re supposed to get to Liam so he’s not fighting these by himself” You nodded, flicking out your claws and glowing your eyes before running off to the sounds of Liam’s grunting. You figured he was already fighting somebody. You got a running start, before leaping up and grabbing the railing of the balcony, and pulling yourself up slightly, but struggling a little.

A hand grabbed you, and pulled you up over the railing, and when you looked up to see who had sat you back on your feet, you were surprised to see him there.

“Th-Theo?” You asked unsurely. This just had to be an illusion, like Claudia Stilinski turned out to be. He couldn’t be real.

“In the flesh” He said, and you gasped, looking over to see Liam had already taken down the Ghost Rider you’d heard him fighting.

“Fucking hell” You muttered, your hands reaching out to grab Theo and pull him against you, crashing your lips against his hungrily and desperately. His hands flew into your hair, kissing you back with as much passion and force as he could. You were holding onto each other so tightly, but it didn’t matter. “Stiles told me, he told me all of it” You mumbled against his lips. “I love you so much” You cried out, and he cupped your face in his hands like you’d done for him.

“I never stopped” He replied, kissing you longingly.

You were surprised to have made it out of the mess alive, and with everyone back home where they belonged.

It had been a long night of emotions and fighting on practically zero hours of sleep, but you were happy to be able to go home with Theo, to hold onto his arm as you both went upstairs. He planted a kiss on your forehead before going into his room. You followed him, watching as he went through the dresser where he kept the few pieces of clothing he had.

“Theo?” You called quietly as he found a pair of sweatpants to sleep in.

“Yes love?” He asked, turning to face you.

“Will you stay with me tonight?” You asked, and he smiled and nodded.

“I’ll get changed and be right in” He told you, and you nodded, heading into your own room to put on comfier clothes.

There was a soft knock on your open door a few minutes later, and you looked up from where you sat on your bed to see Theo standing there. You smiled, a sense of calmness coursing through you. He walked in, wearing only his sweatpants as he came over to you. Until he was in front of you, but you still had to look up at him since you were still sitting.

“I’m glad you’re back” You told him softly, and he took your hands, before leaning over, and pressing a gentle kiss against your lips. You tugged on his hands, pulling him closer to you as you shuffled back on the bed. His hands steadied himself on either side of you, your legs in between his.

You didn’t know how to describe it, it wasn’t a hot makeout session, it wasn’t desperate or needy, it was completely soft, and slow, and gentle. Even with him held over top of you, it wasn’t sexual whatsoever.

It was like you were just getting back into the swing of normalcy.

“Don’t leave again” You whispered, and he pulled away from you, his hand cradling the back of your head against the mattress, the other holding himself up over you. Your eyes flashed blue momentarily. “I can’t do any of this without you” You said in an even more hushed tone. Theo smiled softly down at you, his thumb rubbing circles over your cheek. He didn’t have to say anything for you to know he was promising never to leave you again.

It was quiet for a few minutes, the both of you staring at each other and holding on to the other, before Theo moved off of you to lay down, pulling you into his chest and winding his arms around you as your buried your face into the crook of his neck.

“I killed one of Satomi’s betas” You confessed. Theo looked down at you, your eyes large as you thought back to that night, and full of tears. “Her name was Hayley, Hayley Reid” He didn’t say anything, just listened intently as you told him the story behind your eyes. “After you… after you were… taken away” You said taken away, but you both heard ‘dragged to hell’. “I was angry and… and the wolf just-just amplified my anger and… and my mourning”

She mourned over me?

“I went out one night, to walk to-to clear my head” You continued. “I didn’t even know I’d gotten so far into town it was just supposed to be for a few minutes but she was out too, just outside that place their pack all lives” You licked over your lips slowly, unable to meet his eyes. “She asked me if I needed a ride home, that it was going to rain and she didn’t want me to get soaked” Theo raised his hand to your cheek, wiping away the few stray tears that had slipped onto your skin. “I told her I wanted to be left alone, that I needed time to myself. It was like… it was like I was drunk in all these awful feelings” You breathed deeply, taking another pause. “She kept- kept asking and it just annoyed me I was so frustrated and I turned and I growled at her and-”

Theo kept quiet, still stroking your cheeks as you told him everything. Your eyes slipped shut.

“I told her if she didn’t fuck off then I’d rip her throat out” You choked. “And-and I-” Another choke as you trembled a little in his arms. “I did. I did it I did it and I wish with everything I fucking have that I could go back and take it back, thank her for the ride home…”

He stroked his fingers through your hair, a small sigh coming through his lips. All he could think about was not only your own tragedy, but all the times he’d committed the same crime. Without second thought, and not even regretting it until he saw the way it had torn apart his life.

But you weren’t like him. You were sweet, and caring, and always kept in mind what’s good for the community. You’d risk your life before letting even a stranger get hurt. For a werewolf, you were incredibly human. With human qualities. You were genuine, you tried your hardest to do everything from school work to saving Beacon Hills. You had more love in your heart than anyone he’s ever met, and you proved it to him every day.

“I sat there, in the storm, I held onto her so tight and just begged for her to wake up, I just… I just remember apologizing over and over” Theo held your face in his hands again, pressed his forehead against yours as you cried, your closed, long lashes dripping tears over your face. “They burned so bad, I was screaming, gripping onto her and screaming it was like… like my corneas were being scorched” You told him. “But I deserved it”

“No, no y/n” He placed a kiss on the top of your head. “It wasn’t you, okay? It wasn’t you, and it was all my fault”

“No it wasn’t, it was mine. I shouldn’t have left. I should’ve stayed at home, I shouldn’t have lied to the pack and said good riddance when you left. I should’ve done something why didn’t I do something?” He kissed your head again, then wrapped you up in his arms and cradled you close to him. “I barely knew her, but she really didn’t deserve what happened to her it was so.. So brutal. And I always think about it… every day”

“Look, y’n, what i need you to know, is that you never meant for it to happen. It was an accident, really. You didn’t want her dead. You didn’t know what you were doing”

“I mean yeah but-”

“That’s all you gotta know. That it was an accident” You sighed, not knowing what to say to that. Theo kissed your cheek softly, then hooked a finger under your chin, tilting your head up to look at him. “And I want you to know, that everyone still loves you, I still love you, and you should know that nothing will ever change that” You smiled timidly,your hands splaying on his cheeks as you pushed your head against his, your noses bumping together.

“I love you too” You whimpered quietly, kissing him chastely then nuzzling your face back into his chest. Theo smiled to himself, closing his eyes as he listened to your steadying heartbeat.

“Just go to sleep baby” He said, his lips pressing to your head and lingering them there for a moment. “I’ll be here when you wake up, promise” He said. You smiled, completely relaxing against him, your mind already drifting off to sleep.

And when you woke up the next morning,

he was there.

ah so long and angsty theo angst just comes so easily to me

( dedicated to liv bc she’s my soulmate and the lydia to my alli :) )

xoxo - jordie

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