#i’m sure it’s a thing where she can knock out her scenes for very quickly and work on other projects

[prima-donna-worm]

heartstopper is so funny to me bc it’s like almost all young up-and-coming teen actors and then just. academy award winner olivia colman is there to have four lines a season

[waitimcomingtoo]

Jealousy, Jealousy

Pairing: Peeta Mellark x Reader

Synopsis: Peeta helps Johanna unzip her dress in the elevator and it makes you jealous

Masterlist

“Can I have a hand?” Johanna asked as she turned her back to Peeta. Peeta looked at you and Haymitch for a split second before shrugging and taking ahold of her zipper.

“Oh. Sure.” He said as he pulled the zipper down her back. Your head slowly turned to Peter and you stared at him with a slack jaw. Peeta looked at you and his smile immediately dropped. He adverted his eyes as long as he could until they found their way back to the scene in front of him. Johanna was looking between you and Peeta with a smirk when she turned around to pull her sleeves off her arms. Peeta and Haymitch couldn’t help but watch her as she undressed and dropped her clothes onto the elevator floor. It appeared that you were the only one able to keep your eyes on the ceiling as Johanna stripped out of her last piece of clothing.

“Thanks. Let’s do it again sometime.” She said as the elevator doors opened. She walked into the hallway fully naked and left a silence when she left. Peeta and Haymitch chuckled and exchanged looks as the elevator went up another door. Peeta then made eye contact with you and gulped when he saw the daggers in your eyes. You could not believe he had just looked at her the way he did. Seeing him unzip her dress and watch her made your blood boil in your skin in a way it never had before. You were so consumed with your jealousy that you didn’t hear Peeta try to change the subject and only knew she spoke when you saw his lips move.

“What?” You asked him.

“I asked what outfit you liked the best.” Peeta repeated. “I thought District 5’s was kinda cool. But it didn’t look very comfortable.”

“I don’t know. And I don’t care. I wasn’t looking at the other tributes.” You said and eyed him up and down as the elevator doors opened on your floor.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Peeta’s face scrunched in confusion as he followed you out of the elevator.

“Nothing. I’m going to sleep.” You announced and headed straight for your room.

“You’re sleeping already? Aren’t you gonna eat?” Peeta asked with concern.

“I’m not hungry.” You said without looking back.

“I can meet you on the roof in a little bit if you want to hang out.” He offered.

“Not tonight.” You replied and disappeared into your bedroom. Peeta frowned and felt disappointment sink in over not getting the night with you that he thought he’d be getting.

“Uh oh.” Haymitch chuckled as he poured himself a drink.

“What was that?” Peeta asked and gestured to where you had just been.

“That, my friend, was you getting in trouble with your lady.”

“What?” Peeta blushed at what Haymitch called you. “She’s not even my lady.”

“But she wants to be.” Haymitch said pointedly and took a long sip.

“Y/n? There’s no way. She knows I like her and she made it very clear that she just wants to be friends.” Peeta insisted.

“Peeta, I don’t really know how they do things in 12 nowadays, so let me spell things out for you. That girl wants you but she’s way too stubborn to admit it to you or even herself. She doesn’t want to tell you how she feels because she wants you to just know. And she definitely didn’t want to see you undressing another girl right in front of her.”

“I wasn’t undressing her. I just helped her unzip her…” Peeta trailed off when he saw Haymitch raise his eyebrows in amusement. He realized how bad the moment in the elevator must’ve looked to you and began to panic.

“Oh no.” Peeta gulped. “Is she really mad at me?”

“Definitely.”

“What do I do?” He whined.

“Talk to her. And prepare to get hit a couple times.” Haymitch chuckled and patted Peeta’s shoulder as he passed him. Peeta thought about it for a moment and then went up to your room to do what Haymitch said and talk to you. He knocked on your door and you opened it pretty quickly as if you were expecting him. You had ditched your parade outfit and were now in some silky yellow pajamas.

“Hey.” Peeta smiled at you.

“What do you want?” You replied, making his smile drop.

“Just to talk. And I wanted to see you.”

“I’m really tired. I’m not in the mood to talk tonight.”

“Oh, okay. We don’t have to talk if you don’t want. I’m tired too. We can just sleep.” Peeta offered. You usually slept in the same bed to keep the nightmares away but there was no way you were letting him in your bed after what happened in the elevator.

“I’m gonna sleep alone tonight.” You told him with a tight smile.

“Oh. Okay.” Peeta said again and felt his disappointment settle in a pit in his stomach. Your cold expression suddenly melted to one of insecurity and you looked down the hallway as if you were expecting someone else to be there.

“Are you?” You asked quietly.

“Huh? Who else would I be sleeping with?” Peeta genuinely wondered, not realizing you were asking about Johanna.

“I don’t know.” You said quickly. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight. See you-“ Peeta was cut off by you closing the door in his face. He sighed and put his hand on your door before walking away.

“Tomorrow.” He mumbled.

When tomorrow came, he woke up in his lonely bed and went straight to your room. Your door was open and you weren’t inside so he assumed you already went downstairs. You weren’t there when he got to the table and let out another sigh. You were clearly avoiding him and he was not handling it very well. Peeta decided not to let it get to him and busied himself by making you a plate of all your favorite breakfast food. Haymitch watched Peeta scrambling to get back in your good graces and laughed to himself. You came down just as Peeta was finishing your plate and eyed him curiously.

“Good morning.” He greeted with you a smile.

“Morning.” You replied without looking at him.

“I made you a plate.” He said and put the plate in front of you. You stared at the plate for a minute and almost gave it and apologized for your cold behavior until you remembered the way he looked at Johanna last night. That was enough to make you lose your appetite so you pushed the plate away.

“I’m not really hungry.”

“You’re not? But you didn’t eat last night.” Peeta said worriedly as he sat beside you.

“Yes she did. For a hunter, you’re not very quiet. I could hear you rummaging for food all the way from my room.” Haymitch said to you.

“You came down to eat?” Peeta asked. “You should’ve gotten me. I would’ve kept you company.”

“Maybe I didn’t want your company.” You shrugged, making Peeta frown.

“Oh. Ice cold, sweetheart.” Haymitch chuckled. “You better watch your back in the games, Peeta. This one has death in her eyes.”

“You’re still mad at me?” Peeta whispered to you.

“Who said I’m mad at you?” You said without looking at him.

“I know you are. We usually talk on the rooftop and then sleep in the same bed. And then come down to eat breakfast together. You didn’t let me do any of those things.”

“Maybe I just need some space. We spend every hour together every single day. Excuse me for wanting some privacy for a little while.”

“We should be spending every hour together before we don’t get the chance. How long are you gonna be mad at me?”

“I already told you, I’m not mad.” You whispered harshly.

“Fine. You’re not mad. But when can we be friends again?” Peeta asked and tugged on your sleeve.

“Peeta.” You said warningly and pushed his hand away.

“Come on. I miss you.” He whined and tugged on your sleeve.

“I’m right here.” You scoffed but started to feel guilty for your behavior.

“No you’re not.” He pouted. “You’re far away.”

“Stop whining so much. You sound like my cat. And I hate that cat.”

“So you hate me now? All because I un-“

“Don’t.” You cut him off and got up from the table. You passed Effie in the hallway as you went back to your room.

“What’s going on? Y/n just told me she wants to train alone today.” Effie said as he joined the boys at the table.

“She’s mad at loverboy.” Haymitch said and pointed to Peeta.

“What did you do?” Effie asked him.

“Nothing. I didn’t do anything.”

“He unzipped Johanna Masons dress in the elevator.” Haymitch tattled.

“What? Are you insane?” Effie gasped. “You can’t do something like that in front of your lady.”

“Why does everyone keep calling her my lady?” Peeta asked. “She doesn’t even like me.”

“Of course she likes you. That’s why she’s so upset. She’s jealous.” Effie laughed like it was obvious.

“Jealous? Of me and Johanna? I don’t think I even said a word to her. I just pulled the zipper.”

“It’s not about Johanna, silly. It’s about you giving attention to another girl. That’s why she’s jealous. She wants to be the one you’re unzipping.” Effie explained, making Peeta choke on the water he had just sipped. He wiped his mouth once he stopped choking and sighed.

“I need to fix this.”

“Yeah. You do. Before she makes you her first target.” Haymitch told him.

“She wouldn’t do that. Oh my God. Wait. Would she?” Peeta worried.

“She might.” Effie shrugged and Haymitch nodded in agreement.

“Well what do I do? She won’t talk to me.”

“So don’t give her a choice. Go in there and show her that she’s your only lady.” Haymitch instructed.

“What if she tells me to go away?” Peeta asked.

“Stay.” Effie answered. Peeta nodded his head and got out of his seat to go talk to you. He knocked on your door but this time, you didn’t answer. Peeta took a deep breath before opening the door and going in. You were on your bed with your knees drawn up to your chest. You gasped when he came in and threw a pillow at his head.

“What are you doing in here? Get out.”

“No. We’re talking.” Peeta said and sat on the edge of your bed.

“Well I don’t want to talk to you.”

“Too bad. Because I want to talk to you. Please? I can’t take it that you’re mad at me. I don’t want to go in the arena without hearing your voice. Can’t we just talk?” Peeta begged.

“Fine. What do you want to say?” You asked him.

“That you’re a big baby.” Peeta replied.

“Excuse me?” Your eyes widened when you didn’t get the apology you were expecting.

“You are.” He insisted. “You don’t get to be mad at me for unzipping Johanna’s dress when I didn’t even know what was happening.”

“What?” You laughed nervously. “I’m not mad at you for unzipping her dress. Why would I care about that?”

“I don’t know why you care. But I know that you’re jealous.”

“Jealous? Oh, please.” You scoffed and got off the bed to get away from Peeta.

“It’s okay to admit it.” Peeta said calmly. “I admit that I was jealous when I saw you talking to Finnick. And his giant muscles that are always out.”

“They are, aren’t they?” You smiled coyly.

“Hey.” Peeta said defensively.

“You’re the one who’s jealous. Not me.” You said and pointed to him.

“Then how come you’ve been mad at me ever since I unzipped her dress?” Peeta asked and walked over to you.

“It’s not about the dress!” You exclaimed.

“Then what is this about?” He asked. You scoffed again and folded your arms to close yourself off. Peeta wasn’t about to give up that easy and put his hands on your shoulders.

“Please tell me. I miss my friend.” He said quietly. You sighed and looked into his big sad eyes.

“I don’t care that you unzipped her dress.” You admitted. “You were just doing what she asked. I care that you were looking at her when she took her clothes off.”

“In my defense, I’ve never seen boobs before.” Peeta stated, making you laugh for second.

“Me either.”

“Not…not your own?” Peeta whispered in disbelief.

“Yes my own. Never another girls.” You explained and smacked his arm.

“Oh. I was gonna say. I know we don’t have a lot of mirrors in 12 but I think they’d be kinda hard to avoid- “

“I don’t want you looking at Johanna, okay?” You cut him off. “Or any other girls. I hated it. It made my blood feel hot and my stomach dropped to the floor. And then I couldn’t sleep because I kept replaying it in my head. What is that?”

“Thats jealousy.” Peeta explained with a pleased smile now that he knew Effie was right.

“Oh. Well I don’t want to feel it ever again. I didn’t like it.”

“Well I didn’t like when you didn’t talk to me.” Peeta said quietly.

“I’m sorry. I feel like my life is completely out of my hands lately. But you and I are the one thing I have a say in. So when it felt like our relationship was threatened, I tried to gain control by shutting you out.”

“It’s okay. I probably would’ve curled into a ball and cried right in front of you if I saw you unzip some guys pants.” He admitted, making you laugh again. You chuckled and pulled him into a hug to apologize for being so cold towards him. When you pulled out of the hug, you kept your arms around his neck and looked into his eyes.

“So seeing me with Finnick really made you jealous?” You asked with a smirk.

“Yeah. I was questioning our alliance the second I heard him make you laugh.” Peeta replied, making you laugh.

“Yeah. I know the feeling.”

“Why do you think we got so jealous seeing each other around other people?” Peeta wondered. You looked down at the floor and sighed.

“I think maybe we underestimated our feelings for each other.” You admitted.

“We?” Peeta raised an eyebrow.

“Fine. I underestimated my feelings. When I saw you looking at another girl, I realized the only one I want you looking at is me.”

“As if theres anything in this world that could make me take my eyes off you.” Peeta said softly.

“Except for Johanna’s boobs.” You mumbled under your breath.

“You’re the only one I’m looking at right now.” He assured you. You smiled for a second, then frowned.

“But you’re not thinking about them, right?” You asked him.

“I’m about to if you don’t stop bringing them up.” He said out of the corner of his mouth.

“Maybe I can take your mind off it?” You asked with a shrug.

“How?” Peeta barely got the word out before you were kissing him. He wrapped his arms around you to deepen the kiss as your hands found their way to his hair. There were no cameras and no witnesses because it was just yours.

“So we’re friends again?” Peeta asked once you pulled away.

“I don’t know. I don’t get jealous like over just my friends.” You said coyly. Peeta picked up on what you were saying and felt his face heat up. He pressed his forehead against yours and looked into your eyes.

“Good.” He said. “Because I never wanted to be just friends with you.”

[lyomeii]

・❥・ warnings/notices: yandere themes, platonic relationships, manipulation, obsession, isolation, caelus is the trailblazer, spoiler til the 1.2 , fem! reader but using you/your pronouns, implied yandere platonic yanging, some luofu residents knock you out :)

・❥・request by @the-dumber-scaramouche I was wondering if you could write a platonic yandere dad Jing Yuan? Where the reader is his daughter (fem reader) and while he loves her very much he doesn’t really have much time to spend with her? 👉🏼👈🏼 so she runs away from the Luofu and joins the Astral Express (this is before the Luofu arc) and becomes really good friends with Dan Heng (can be interpreted as romantic or platonic) please and thank you

・❥・a/n: my first hsr request! I’m so glad that I can finally write for both dan heng and jing yua at the same time :) Also, this is really big.

・❥・your entire past is quite a mystery to the residents of the astral express, none of them really know much about your home planet nor your family. and despite how much curious some of them are, they know it’s better to not ask you about it. himeko and mr. yang sees how anxious and uncomfortable you get whatever they asked you something related to it, preferring to let their minds imagine instead of questioning you.

・❥・ despite it, you are a kind soul and someone they can easily count in for help. so it’s not hard to believe that you quickly befriend the two younger residents of the express, both march and dan heng who are always at your side for anything. the three of you are good friends, specially the black haired boy who is often seen around you when march isn’t. his quiet and cool personality is a good contrast to your lovely and talkative behavior around anyone who needs.

・❥・with dan heng around you mostly, he invites you to spend some time at his bedroom the archives where he shows you some of favorites documents and share the many songs that he is currently listening at the moment. those sweet and precious moments brought the two of you so close and yet, nothing much happens around. as much you want to kiss him and take things further between him and you, dan heng thinks it better if things are taking slowly.

・❥・and once caelus enters the astral express, things gets a little more chaotic. now with him and march around, you feel more happier and quickly forget about the rejection coming from dan heng. he looks so unbothered that you get closer with the new boy around, he is too good at hiding the jealous underneath his cool personality, but the rare times that you are alone with caelus, he is watching the two of you from afar.

・❥・ when you offered yourself to help beloborg with caelus and march, dan heng also volunteered himself to join the little adventure. he said that someone needs to be in charge to watch over the three, but himeko and welt know the real reason behind it. they both know that dan heng got even more overprotective over you in recently times. it was a cute scene seeing how he is always standing next to you, sometimes even holding your hand when walking.

・❥・and when things went wrong, dan heng hit one of the guards that almost grabbed you and protected you from others guards that tried to attack you. the way he hold your wrist as the four of you ran to the underworld almost left a permanent mark, he apologized for it of course. later, resting on a hotel room, dan heng applied some ointment on your injury and made sure to take care of you for the rest of the night.

・❥・the two of you spend the night together, sharing the bed as his arms are around your body to bring you closer til the sunrise. seeing your sleeping form next to him makes the boy feel things, he is love with you. he can’t lie to himself about it and yet, he doesn’t want to get closer to you in fear that something bad might happen to you. it’s a lot of mixed feeling, right? but with a little encouragement coming from both march and caelus, dan heng finally confesses his feelings.

・❥・it’s happened after they defeat cocolia. he grabbed your hands and kissed it once no was around to bother the two of you. as a couple, the two of you gotten even closer in the past few days and once another adventure came closer, you become a little scared of the next destination. Luofu.

・❥・a place you once called home. there you lived under the watchful eyes of the general jing yuan, your father. a man who despite not having time to raise you as much he wanted, managed to be so overprotective that you barely walked around the streets without an army of guards. blessed memories, right? all the citizens saw his behavior as normal, just a father who lost too much that is scared to lose his beloved daughter. however, it was too much for your mind to handled it and you left that place in the middle of the night, under a starry sky as you pilot a stolen ship to somewhere else far away. you promised yourself to never retuned, but here you are.

・❥・as caelus, march and mr. yang made their way to go to Luofu, you stayed. the chances of being caught by anyone who lives there is too high! from what you heard from the your previous travels across the galaxy, it’s said that general jing yuan made statues in order to honor his missing daughter. because of that, you decided to stay on the express along himeko and dan heng.

・❥・in the express, things are calm as you peacefully spend most of your time with Pom-Pom to help them around or with himeko since dan heng got sickly recently. despite the many attempts to make him feel better, nothing seems to make him wake up from his nightmares. and himeko suggest that you should just leave him alone for now, saying that he gots things that only he can solve it.

・❥・with more days goes on, the progress at Luofu gets worse and become noticeable from the express’ windows as you watch along with himeko. she advised you to go there to aid the others since dan heng recently decided to help, but you refused again…or at least, you tried to. somehow (you don’t remember how), she made you go to assist a few citizens that got trapped by the enemies.

・❥・you escorted them to safety with help of a starskiff that was nearby. once you reach a safe area with the citizens, you told them to find a knight to guide them to safety, only to be knock out by one of them. how was you supposed to know they hide a rock? you can’t think of that as blood comes out of your forehead and the world slowly become darker…

・❥・ when you wake up, the quickly realization that you are trapped in your childhood bedroom, but this time there are bars in the windows and a camera on the right corner of the room, what is going on? the first thing you did was to open the door, only to be met with your father, the very same one you left behind, who hugged you immediately and didn’t let you go so quickly away from his touch despite your beggings to be released

・❥・ the general (in another hand) is so happy to finally be reunited with his missing daughter! after centuries, jing yuan can hold you in his arms and make sure that nothing bad will ever happen. he feels so guilty that he couldn’t spend with you due the amount of working in the past, but now, he has all the time for you and oh! he can’t wait to introduce you to yanging. you will be so happy to have a little brother! (he has been waiting to meet so for so long!)

・❥・between the many begging and cries, he heard a few familiar names, the people who came from astral express. is that where you have been? did they took you away from him? jing yuan is ready to order his soldiers to take them down at any instant, but your pleads are enough to calm him down immediately. in fact, you ask him if you could meet yanging right now! so father nodded and guided you to where the blond boy is waiting.

・❥・in what you beloved to be a living room, you spend many hours meeting and getting close with yanging. at first, you tired to ask for help from him, only to discover that he almost as crazy like your father. yanging isn’t letting you go so easily after spending years waiting to meet you. this is your life now.

@lyomeii

[hazybisou]

BEFORE HE CHEATS

fic

reader x mat barzal

summary: one night y/n catches mat cheating and leaves before coming back to teach her ex lover a little lesson about breaking her heart.

a/n: this is obviously inspired by “Before He Cheats” by Carrie Underwood. every night i have this song on full volume and js pour it all out bc my ex sucked. also this takes place when tito was still with the islanders.

warnings: curse words, cheating, explicit content?? idk

right now, he's probably slow dancin'

with a bleached-blond tramp and she's probably gettin' frisky

you entered your shared apartment to find it very, very quiet. you knew mat had gotten home from running errands and normally, you’d hear him showering or shouting at the tv but today it was silent. you dropped your keys into the bowl near the door as you slipped off your shoes. you threw your bag onto the couch as you made your way to your bedroom.

when you opened the door, you weren’t prepared for the scene in front you. there, on your bed, was mat making out with some random blonde chick, naked. you felt tears prick at your eyes. “mat, what the fuck?!”

the pair quickly pulled apart. “shit,” mat whispered to himself as he scrambled around to put on his boxers, the girl covering herself up with the cover. you turned around and walked over to the couch to grab your bag. you could hear mat’s footsteps following you. “y/n wait..”

you whipped you body around, tears flowing down your cheeks. “no mat, you don’t get to say anything! i mean how could you! four years!” you shouted as you held up four fingers, “for four fucking years we’ve been fucking together a-and i come home to find you in bed with some other chick!? who the fuck does that mat! tell me!” you could see mat trying to come up with a response, “were you even thinking about what would happen before you got in bed with her?! or were you too blinded by the fact that she was standing in front of you, butt naked waiting for your dick!?”

silence. that’s all you got from mat.

you just chuckled before turning around, heading for the door as you slipped your shoes back on. “y/n please don’t go! i love you! i-i don’t know why i did it! please don’t leave me.” mat pleaded as tears began to fall out of the corners of his eyes. “you’re all i have here. i promise it won’t happen again, just please don’t go!”

mat grabbed your arm but you pulled it back. “that’s the thing mat, i can’t trust you anymore!” you shouted as turned around to face him. “i’m done here mat. i’ll be back tomorrow to grab my things. you can keep the place, i don’t care.” you opened the door and were about to walk out when you stopped.

you turned towards mat, “you’re a piece of shit, you know that? because if you don’t then you do now. have fun with your new girlfriend mat. hopefully she’s smarter than me and can see through your bullshit.” you turned around and started to walk towards the elevator.

“and where are you going to stay?” mat spoke up.

“with beau. i’m sure he’d be happy to take me in.” with that, you walked into the elevator as you clicked the button to close the doors, your figure disappearing from mat’s sight.

━━━━━━━━━━

you knocked on anthony’s door and a few seconds later it opened and you were met with his girlfriend, zoe. she had a smile on her face but it quickly faltered when she noticed your tear stained cheeks. “oh y/n…c’mere.” she cooed as she opened her arms for you to get into and that’s when you let more tears flow. “come on.” she said as she ushered you inside.

“babe, who is it?” anthony shouted from the kitchen but it got louder as he walked towards the two of you. “oh, y/n hey-what happened?” he questioned as he saw you both were hugging and you were sniffling.

“he cheated. mat cheated on me.” you explained as you began to cry harder.

“what?! when?” anthony asked as you all walked to the couch. you set your bag down and sat next to zoe as you explained the situation to the pair. by the end of it, you were still sniffling and crying. “i’m gonna kill him, i swear.”

zoe turned to her boyfriend, “you’re not doing shit, alright? not unless y/n gives you the green light to do so,” zoe scolded him. “as of now, you are going to sit and listen.”

“thank you.” you whispered as she held you close. you whipped the tears that streamed down your cheeks, “can i ask for a favor?” she nodded her head, “you think i could s-stay here for a while? just until i find my own place again.”

“stay as long as you need y/n, you can have the guest bedroom.” anthony told you. you looked over at him and smiled to the best of your ability.

“we’ll go get your stuff tomorrow while mat is at practice but right now, let’s get you to bed.” zoe said as you two got up and walked towards the guest room. anthony had stayed in the living room waiting until he got notice that he was able to go to his room.

you and zoe walked into the room and you placed your bag on the bed before turning towards zoe. “i’ll lend you some clothes to sleep in, okay?” she said and you nodded in thanks as she pressed a kiss to your forehead. you sat on the bed as she went to her closet to grab a set of clothes for you to borrow. you fell back and laid there, thinking about the past hour. had mat been cheating this whole time? surely he had to have cheated before.

you were too busy thinking, you hadn’t noticed zoe was back. “alright, here you go.” she announced as you were handed the clothes. “i’ve already laid out some things in the bathroom right across from here like an extra toothbrush, a hair brush, tampons, pads, whatever i thought you’d need.”

“thank you again. i don’t know where else i would’ve gone. you guys are amazing.” you thanked her.

“of course! you’re my friend and friends look out for each other.” she smiled and you hugged her before she got up and left, calling out for anthony. you changed out of your old clothes and put the tank top and shorts zoe had lended you on. you went to the bathroom and had brushed your teeth, wiping your makeup off. you tied your hair into a braid and made your way into bed. the doors were closed and only a lamp was on.

as soon as your head hit the pillow, you were out like a light.

right now, he's probably buyin' her some fruity little drink

'cause she can't shoot whiskey

right now, he's probably up behind her with a pool-stick

showin' her how to shoot a combo

for the last couple of days, you’ve been staying with anthony and his girlfriend. you had moved some of your stuff from your previously shared apartment with mat to anthony’s place with the help of zoe and him.

each night you’d be up looking through mat’s story on instagram and he’d be with the girl he cheated on you with. you found out her name was anna, due to him tagging her user on one of his story’s, where he had shot gunned a drink while she sipped on a margarita. guess she couldn’t handle the taste.

turns out, she had also posted as she had a video of him teaching her to play pool on her story a couple minutes later. she couldn’t even hit the ball properly but they were all intoxicated meaning no one really payed attention.

you hated it. the feeling of betrayal. the feeling of sadness and heartbreak. you hated how he has moved on so fast. especially with her. you couldn’t stand it.

you tried to ignore it as best as you could yet that feeling always led to tears being shed. you couldn’t just lay there and let him get away with causing you so much pain and heartbreak.

oh, and he don’t know

that i dug my key into the side of his pretty little souped-up four-wheel drive

carved my name into his leather seats

i took a louisville slugger to both headlights

i slashed a hole in all four tires

maybe next time he’ll think before he cheats

you still has mat’s number. you had sent him a text saying you were going to pick up a few more things that you had forgotten to take over to anthony’s place. he replied with an ‘ok’ and that was it.

you had still had the key to the apartment as it had been yours previously before mat had moved in. you put the key in the lock and twisted the knob before opening the door. the place was clean. the shoes were in pairs and lined up by the door. the couch pillows were sat up straight. the kitchen looked fresh. the whole place was like you had it before mat had moved in. he was a bit of a snob when it came to keeping the house clean.

you walked into your old bedroom and headed towards the closet. you two has decided on splitting the space. you got the right and he got the left. all his clothing was there and you only had a couple t-shirts and tank tops in there. you couldn’t help but wonder where anna’s stuff had been. they were together after all.

you grabbed the remaining of your clothes and walked out of the closet. you couldn’t help but look around the place. it was organized. just how you had done it.

seeing the place all cleaned up hurt you. you mind would still replay the night you had come home to may sucking faces with the blonde chick, anna. you always felt the heartbreak and betrayal when you thought of it. your mind would play tricks on you, reminding you of all the happy moments you had with mat.

you couldn’t help it when all of sudden you felt your hand come in contact with the vase on the dresser. it shattered as it hit the ground. you felt tears slide down your cheeks and onto the carpet. that seemed to have caused adrenaline rush through the course of you body. it felt good.

i might have saved a little trouble for the next girl

a-'cause the next time that he cheats

oh, you know it won't be on me

no, not on me

you arm slid across the dresser knocking everything off. jewelry, cologne, books, and other random things, fell to the ground. you grabbed a pillow off the bed and looked at it before throwing it at the full-body length mirror and watched as the mirror hit the floor with a thud.

you walked out of the room and knocked random things off walls and tables. you threw the couch pillows off the cushions. the cuahions seemed fine. you hated it.

you walked to the kitchen and grabbed a knife before going back and cutting the cushion open. you slashed random lines into it before dropping the knife onto it. you were like a mad man. but of felt good. the anger you felt was leaving you body as you looked at the apartment. it was trashed.

the place had seemed like someone had plumaged through it. technically you did if you thought of it. you knew he’d be confused. you walked over to a drawer in the kitchen and grabbed a pen and notepad before writing down on it. you tore it out and left it on the kitchen counter. you walked towards the door with your clothes in your hand, opened the door and left.

━━━━━━━━━━

bonus +

mat had arrived late from a game that night. he saw your text before exiting the locker room and heading towards the rink. he gave you the ok and turned his phone off and the team left. he had arrived late due to traffic and was expecting to come home to a nice apartment where he could just rest.

if only he knew what he was too find.

he took the elevator up and walked to his apartment number and opened the door before walking in. he wasn’t prepared.

the place was a dump. everything was out of order. he walked further into the place and saw the knife on the couch. his attention soon adverted too the slashes on his (yours) couch.

the kitchen was fine surprisingly. he noticed the pictures that were hanging on the wall in the hallway on the ground, facing face-down. he quickly rushed to the room annd paused as he saw the state it was in. he looked at his closet and saw your things were gone.

‘so you really did come by?’ mat thought before heading towards the kitchen to grab his phone and call you.

your note was still on the island where his phone laid. he saw his phone and reached across for it. he grabbed it and looked around before noticing the piece of paper. he slowly took it and opened it.

it read,

‘had to take my anger

out somehow :( don’t

be mad

-y/n’

he knew he fucked up. yet he still did it. maybe next time he’ll think before he cheats.

oh, maybe next time he'll think before he cheats

oh, before he cheats

oh-oh

little angst?? idk 🤷‍♀️ i js write fluff but ya know… we gotta change it up a little sometimes. anyways enjoy this while i go to sleep for school tmrw bc i have a test that i will most likely fail. bye

[hoe4sports]

Katie McCabe | “Ex-girlfriend or long term one night stand”

I was tiptoeing after Jonas, the coach of my new club. He invited me to come an hour early to practice so I could see the facility and get everything from keys to athletic wear sorted. “This is where the physical therapist is, if you have issues or concerns, especially regarding your acl; see him immediately.” He knocked on the door, and a few seconds later the door swung open. “Welcome to Arsenal!” The therapist yelled as he dragged me into a hug. “I’ll take it from here Jonas, I’ll bring her in before orientation.” He cheered as he dragged me along into the room. I wasn’t too sure about what we were doing, but I was thinking of him lecturing me about my acl and how to keep it activated. He signaled for me to hop up on the bench, and being a professional athlete that was common curtesy.

“Right or left acl?”

He did tests on both my feet to check out my resistance. “It’s my- OW” I yelled as he flexed my right achillies . A sense of embarrassment quickly spread across my body, and I looked at him with an apologetic look. I hadn’t really taken well care of my achillies since I tore it. It was always a bit sore, so I figured that the soreness was the new normal. “I got just the solution for you!” he sang as he disappeared around the corner. For a hot second, he reminded me of the Harry Potter scene where he gets his wand from the old guy. I fully expected him to come back with some sort of rehab device or a program for me to do before bedtime. However, he arrives with a box. He opened the box towards him and pieces of silk paper instantly got thrown to the floor. “I hope these are alright, we don’t have many color options! I can order in a specific color if you want. I already have all your sizes and measurements, so that wouldn’t be no issue.” he sang as he pulled up a pair of cleats.

“This is the new aeroluna 5, made fore post tear women!” I wasn’t really on board as I had tried endless things from before. He practically smacked the shoes on my feet, and lo and behold. They fit like a glove. They were so comfortable and so supportive. I swear, I could’ve almost cried. The shoes however, were hot pink which I honestly didn’t mind. I looked up at my new born saviour with tears in my eyes. “Hot pink it is” I said as I adored my new cleats. I thanked the weird; but kind man and walked to the team warderobe.

“Ah, ladies, this is our new striker! Benedicte. Now, please be kind to her and teach her the Arsenal way of caring for each others.” Jonas said as he patted me on the back. “Ex-girlfriend, finally! We meet at last.” Leah yelled out causing everyone to laugh including me and Jonas. She even did a clap and a little dance. “Your cubby will be next to Leah’s so go ahead and take a seat” the swede said as Leah patted next to her spot on the bench. I was rather flabbergasted by seeing my face mid strike glued to the wall. It was blown up, and I was feeling some secondhand embarrassment. I popped down by Leah, and carefully listened as Jonas went on about his hopes for this new season. Leah lifted my right leg over her thigh just like the old days when my acl would kill me every practice. I looked around the room, all the girls seemed so nice. I recognised quite a few of them, as we played them last season and they were good with their defence. A very well organised defence. Jonas was chatting away about his weekend, and i bent down to retie my shoes. My need for the shoes to be tied equally tight was one of my pet peeves from my childhood. “And then, we need to work on our abil-“ he started as he was cut off by the door swinging open.

“I’m so so sorry for being late, my cat broke down and my car ran awa-“ the woman chaotically stated before cutting herself off. Her voice was awfully familiar, but I couldn’t seem to place it. I smiled as I curiously looked up before my face froze. I stared, she stared, Leah stared and everyone stared. Everyone went silent, including Jonas. “Oh this is gonna be good” Leah mumbled nudging me. Jonas was just as invested in this drama as everyone else remember our last meeting on the field.

“Katie McCabe” I said. “You” she said back. She walked towards me and for a second I was concerned that she was gonna knock me out. “Scared, McCabe?” I asked as she was nearing me. “No asshole, you are sitting next to my cubby.” she said with an annoyed tone in her voice. “Better sleep with one eye open because next time, it’s not my ankles that are getting cut off” I whispered as she sat down beside me, but as far as she could without causing attention.

As Jonas finished up talking, the girls started changing into their workout gear for the field. Everyone was wearing the same t-skirt except for Katie. She had pulled her sleeves up so we could see her bronzed toned arms. “Trying compensate for your terrible tackles?” I said as I nudged her. I mean, it was hot. She was hot when she wasn’t trying to chop my ankles off, but I was not letting her in on that information. Katie turned around and looked at Leah. “How’d ya know her?” she asked with her Irish accent. “Ex-girlfriend or long term one night stand” she spat out as I felt slightly embarrassed. Leah was very fit, so it honestly didn’t bother me too much as she clearly was not ashamed of admitting that we for the last year had slept together at least once a week.

We went out on the field and did drills. Jonas was really testing us, making sure that the girls hadn’t skipped their programs during the off season. After 2,5 hours, we were all fried and while we were drinking; Leah squirted her waterbottle at me making my white top and white sports bra see-through.”Leah!!” I yelled as I got up while removing the cap on my bottle as I attacked her and forced her to the ground while I sat on her. I held the bottle above her head and slowly poured everything out on her face. Katie looked at us annoyed, “For fucks sake, stop flirting” I looked at her with confidence while my nipples were showing through my top. “Jealous of you not getting these?” I teased as she just stared. “Or perhaps you are intimidated by my ability to uno reverse your tackles?” followed by a wink. “Fuck you, Benedicte” she yelled as she walked away. It was safe to say, that she was not gonna get to pick on me for the next 5 years.

[mikasa-imadebiscults]

Hi Mika. I have a request idea here and could I request an Eren x Fem!Explorer!Reader fluff/smut/comfort where after Eren decides to leave Paradis permanently and moves in with Y/N in her home and became very attached to her and felt loved by her. Later at night, as Eren sits in the bathtub taking a relaxing bubble bath and thinks of the adventures of being in the scouts especially his friendship with Mikasa and Armin, Jaegerists, rumbling, being found by Y/N after his rebirth and felt loved by her, and going on treasure hunts with her including helping her put some of the artifacts in museums and began to cry from the memories. Then, Erens thoughts were interrupted and noticed y/n walking in the bathroom in her nightgown to check if he’s okay before going to brush her teeth and go through her nightly routine before she heads to bed. After Eren finished up his bath and dries himself up, he climbs into bed (he’s used to sleeping naked) and hovers over Y/N and gave her sloppy kisses until one thing lead to the other (side note Y/N kept her nightgown during her first time with Eren). After Y/N and Eren finished their lovemaking session, Eren gave Y/N a kiss and tearfully tells her not to leave him and Y/N comforts him that she’ll never leave him and will always be there for him whenever he’s at his lowest point before giving him a kiss and fell asleep in his arms? Thanks! - 🧁

(Welcome back 🧁 Anon, it’s nice to see you again!! I hope you enjoy this, have a fantastic day or night. Also my apologies if this is kinda bad, this isn’t my best work but I tried.)

Memories

Eren Yeager x FEM! Explorer! Reader

(Warning: This is part 3 of the FEM! Explorer! Reader series, swearing, NSFW scenes, comfort, and fluff)

Today was a long and tiresome day, it was the day that you and Eren arrived at your hometown and got settled in. You both decided to relax for the rest of the day before meeting your folks tomorrow.

Eren was taking a bath to both clean himself and relax, until he started thinking about everything that has happened. The rumbling, his dear friends dying, and you. You were by far the best thing that has happened to him. You saved him and he couldn’t be more grateful for that.

His tear-inducing thoughts were interrupted by a sudden knock on the door, “Uh- oh come in.” Eren said, already knowing it’s you.

You open the door, peeking your head in the bathroom, “I came to check in on you since it’s been a while- are you okay?”

“Yeah I’m okay, I was just remembering everything. You can get into bed, I’ll be out in a few minutes.” Eren says.

“Oh alright, I’ll see you whenever you’re finished.” You say as you close the door, leaving Eren by himself to get up from the tub and dry off.

After he was done, he walks to the bedroom to find you on the bed and on your side smiling at his return. Eren climbs on the bed and wraps his arms around you tightly, kissing your shoulder and slowly moving to your neck.

You flip over to face him, grabbing his face and kissing him passionately. The kiss quickly became intense and the sexual tension in the air was clear to both of you. Eren pulled away and looked at you in the eyes, “Are you really sure about this?” He said, making sure that you were completely comfortable with this.

“I’m positive.” You stated with no sign of discomfort or uncertainty in your voice.

With that information you and Eren continued on. Kissing turned into making out, gentle touches turned into more rough touches. As you both pull away to catch your breath, Eren spoke up “Turn on your other side, I wanna make you feel good.”

You flipped over to your side and let Eren take control, even though you only known him for a few days you trusted him.

He wrapped his arms around you, one hand on your chest and the other slowly feeling all over you. You could hear his voice whisper soft praises in your ear, while you felt his hand go further down. He rubbed your clothed core slowly until he decided to move his hands underneath your clothes, feeling your wetness.

You let out a quiet moan when you feel two of his fingers enter you. When Eren’s fingers couldn’t go in any further he stopped to kiss the nape of your neck before beginning to move his digits.

He was moving slowly at first but now his movements got increasingly faster, inpatient to make you feel good. Your moans increased when he curled his fingers into your sweet spot.

The room was filled with utter passion and loud pleasure-filled moans as your orgasm began to creep up on you at a fast rate. All of his movements and praises brought you to your climax. Eren moved slower while you rode out your orgasm, kissing your head before pulling out and putting his own fingers in his mouth to taste you.

He flips you over and looks into your eyes “Y/N, promise me that you’ll never leave.”

You were a little shocked by this question, but still unhesitatingly said a quiet “I promise” before kissing him. You break the kiss to say one last thing for the night, “I promise I won’t leave you.”

Eren softly smiles at the statement, pulling you into his chest and whispering a quiet good night before closing his eyes and thinking to himself that this night couldn’t have been any better.

Masterlist

[applesontheground]

💘 house call 💉

sending birthday wishes to @bisexual-horror-fan! as always, utterly thankful for a great friendship, and how else to show it by making our barbies kiss each other? this was another hypothetical we had talked about a little after the last cross-canon piece -- how the triads would react to properly meeting each other -- and in my nature i ran to write it for the special day.

(btw, i def intend for this to be something that happens outside the events of prometheus/post the "oh my god they finally hooked up" moment that's still coming. it's a slow burn after all, so spoilers that they get together eventually, i suppose?)

also: just to avoid confusion since there are a severe lack of names in this, i use she/her for the TTHITOW reader and they/them for the YOP reader!

SFW | Word Count: 2,771 | Tiffany Valentine x Reader x Charles Lee Ray & Herbert West x Reader x Daniel Cain contains canon typical/injury, compliant with Through The Heart Is The Only Way and Your Own Prometheus

In the dead of night, a car went squealing down the road. Trying to get away from an audience of dark windows, clear and open like crystal eyes peering into where they were going – and more importantly, who they were.

“Stop lettin’ go of it, you’re just gonna bleed out!”

“I’m not. Tiff, don’t fuckin-! OW!”

Another yelp from the backseat made the tires squeal, causing a sharp turn being made and the woman behind the wheel to finally slam both her palms down in an aggravated motion. “I can’t drive straight if you two are screaming in my ear! I just can’t!” She cried, hands white knuckling as they returned to take control.

Chucky looked to the ceiling of the car cabin, rolling his eyes and disguising it as agony to keep both of his girls off his back. Tiffany swung around from the passenger seat, and she argued, “He’s the one that says we can’t go to a hospital, especially not with the sorry sap in the back.”

Being reminded of the body in the trunk, the waitress rolled her neck but finally gritted, “No, nope. Fuck it, I have somewhere better than a hospital. Somewhere far safer for all of us, sealed lips and all.”

“Sure, sure. Take us wherever is best right now, baby cakes.” Tiffany finally softened, an arm on the crook of her elbow. “Only thing I have t’ask is where it is.”

“…Across from a cemetery…one town over or so…” She mulled, then quickly insisted, “A friend of mine, they work as a document runner. Believe me, we can trust them-“

“Oh, that’s nice. Perfect, just what we needed.” Chucky grimaced in a sarcastic bite, but the waitress snapped, “For God’s sake, if I’m your accomplice you could let me fucking finish-” Tiffany gave a downright diabolical look to him, patting the waitress’ arm as she mustered the patience. “…They got a couple doctors for roommates.”

“Oh,” His hands came up in a shrug, “Fine, that’s actually better than I thought.

Let’s make a house call. Sure they’d fuckin’ love that at this time of the night.”

Knock on the door.

From inside the house, the sole person in the kitchen looked up from the counter. First at the door an ocean’s away with the desolate living room seeming so vast; then at the clock on the mantle. Finally, a familiar voice hushing on the other side made them sprout up from their seat, discarding the question of a warrant before entering that had been forming in their mind. Even though no one else was on the main floor with them, they couldn’t help sneaking, the heavy quiet making them very aware of their own footsteps.

Opening the door, their eyes fell, a little disheveled in an expected way for this time of the night but growing in moments at the scene before them. Two women holding a man between them, one of them they recognized like the back of their hand. If there wasn’t a dark stain trailing down the man’s torso, they would’ve been quicker to say hello.

“Is everyone home?” The waitress asked, giving a pointed look from under one of his arms. The courier stammered, “I- They’re…” They looked to one woman, then the other. Finally, the man for only a brief glimpse as they answered more confidently, “They’re downstairs, but I can…Oh my god,come inside.” Forgetting formality, they held the door open.

“Downstairs, like in a basement?” Chucky clarified. Tiffany sighed, “What else could we be talking about, huh? Come on, you’re bleeding all over the porch.”

“Oh yeah, let’s go inside and bleed on the carpet-“ He snarked, his other girlfriend lingering by the door to catch a worrisome glance from the courier. Still, they smirked as she murmured, “I can explain, I promise. Thank you so much. We just couldn’t go to the hospital, you know.”

“Sure, of course.” They assured, nothing else needed to be said as they guided them in. One last look into the street, across it to the cemetery for a beat, then they closed the door behind them.

“Good timing. I had just been up and walking around when you pulled up.” The courier explained, ushering an open jar of peanut butter behind the toaster on the counter, one second upright and another crouched down, opening a drawer where you might expect them to keep the pots. Looking over one shoulder, they offered, “You can take a seat anywhere you’d like, by the way.”

“So, sweets.” Chucky rolled his eyes over to the waitress, and teased, “Do you have multiple pals that happen to be bangin’ a couple doctors, or is this who I think it is? Be honest.” The courier perked up, trying not to smirk. “She’s told you about me?”

Chucky shot a look towards the woman on his left. “All I’m saying is that you told me that you weren’t taking me to the Frankensteins. What do we mean by doctors, exactly?”

The waitress asked, “Do you want to be taken care of without the legal work or not?” and the courier lamented as they set some medical supplies on the counter, “Do we have to word it like that?” The gears continuing to turn in their head as they tore the seal on a bottle of peroxide, they then repeated in a confused tone: “Frankensteins?”

Seeing them busy quickly, even finding a pair of nitrile gloves conveniently stashed with the rest of the supplies and wasting no time to stretch them over their hands, Chucky scoffed, “Well, this whole household’s full of doctors, huh?” They met eyes with him and chirped, “Oh no, I’m a courier for the county, actually.” He gave a look of concern back down to the heavy tear – both through his sweater and doubling down into his skin – above his stomach.

They then hummed, “It’s alright. When you live with people in the business, you learn a little. Believe me, I may not be licensed but I know what I’m doing. I’ve patched up those doctors themselves a few times when they weren’t able to.”

“What, when they burn their hand on the stove or something?” Chucky scoffed, getting a small laugh from the courier. “Sure, or when they stub their toe on a doorframe.” They went along with it, shrugging casually but their smile slightly bent into a disguised grimace.

Chucky sighed, half from the load off he took on a barstool by the counter and half by the return of his humor. “Sure. Just like everyone here, you also know a thing or two about all that necromancy garbo, too. I know a sadist when I see one.”

The courier’s kind eyes grew wide. “Oh, did she tell you about that, or…?” They met eyes again, both confused now. He mumbled out, “…No? No, I was- I was joking, buddy.”

Before they could rewind their terrified expression, a door opening down the hall towards the right side of the house made their head snap towards it. They dropped the gauze from their hands into Tiffany’s lap. She merely watched in shock as the poor thing nearly lost balance shooting around the counter.

“The boys must be in.” Tiffany mused, one hand resuming the work they had been doing but still giving a curious glance towards the doorway where they had slipped out of sight.

Hushed conversation. The courier begging with a quiet, “please” was all they caught before they slipped back around the doorway and cleared their throat so all three people in the kitchen looked over. There were emerging figures from the hall, still shrouded in the deep dark of the corridor but still clear enough to see that one was taller, lankier while the other had a pair of metallic-framed glasses.

“These are friends of mine. They ran into some trouble and just needed the help.” The courier explained, “Friends, these are my partners.” The two men finally followed as they walked back in, the light showing their faces far better. The taller one was quick to react, giving a confused nod before his eyes settled on the blood seeping across the counter, finding the source and immediately softening in stature at the sight, concern making him antsy in how he stood behind the other two. His counterpart was far less disposed to it, still giving a close look to the courier, a raise of the eyebrows when they locked stares in a silent ask of ‘All this, and you brought them inside?’

“Oh, that one’s definitely a freak.” Chucky cringed under his breath, both of his girlfriends slapping hands over their own mouths and then his with the free ones. The courier disregarded it, ignoring the offense from one man by saying his name. “Herbert, Dan. This is a friend I meet up with every Thursday after late runs, and … her partners. Chucky and Tiffany?” Looking in a silent question to the other two just to be safe, both silently greeted in affirmation.

“Sorry about the blood, you guys. I know tricks on how to get it out of linoleum if you need.” Tiffany mentioned to them as both men tried to find their place in the scene unfolding. Dan quickly responded, shaking his head hurriedly and trying to crack an edgeless smile for her, “Oh, we got cleanup down well. I, uh- “ He gestured to the courier, “They get nosebleeds a lot, actually. Don’t you, honey?” Briefly pecking each other on the lips, the courier put a hand to Dan’s lower back and commented, “Yeah, about that. They know we do more than nosebleeds around here.”

“They what?” Herbert turned from the counter, paused in his movement to find some gauze. He even held it close to one shoulder, like he was about to abstain from the entire ordeal, but Dan quickly snatched it from him. Knowing there were more pressing matters, he came around the counter and asked Chucky, “How did you manage something so bloody? At this time of night, too?”

“Believe me, it’s better you don’t ask. What’s important is making sure I don’t die around your boyfriend over there.” Chucky grimaced, earning a suppressed glance from the man.

Herbert snorted at that, the courier cringing to themselves as Dan assured him, “Come on, you’re not doing that. You haven’t lost enough blood to die, I promise.” The courier then added kindly, “You’d need a lot more than that, actually.”

“I’m sure stranger things have happened,” Herbert warned, making Dan finally frown over at him as the courier hissed, “Enough.”

Chucky groaned, “For Christ’s sake, I think I know where this caravan is going. We all kill people, or at least know about the whole murder ordeal, so let’s stop being a bunch of pusses while we have this small talk, huh?”

“Kill people?” Dan echoed, half terrified of the mere mention but trying to disguise it as confusion.

“Oh, murder?” The word stained Herbert’s tongue, like a bad burn, “Is that what you call it?”

The courier scoffed at him, “I didn’t give them that word.” Giving a pointed look back, like they were growing exasperated from the assumptions, they silently resolved the issue and looked back to the others.

“Huh, we seem to know a little more ‘bout each other than I thought. Have you been yapping, too?” Tiffany then asked the waitress, crossing her arms to make the other woman huff, “Not…not anything specific about what you and Chuck do for a living, if that’s what you mean.”

“Well, we can understand now, can’t we?” Herbert piped up again, the courier handing him a pair of gloves as he now joined the small circle forming in the center of the room, “We don’t need to be so discrete: If you must know, I met Daniel in a morgue and the other one sneaking around two nights after they had moved in.” Even though it was a bit rude, the courier seemed tickled by the use of the other one, and when Tiffany noticed with a narrow of her eyes they whispered, “Long story.”

The right man for the job, Dan closed in as the one in charge of patching Chucky up. Herbert watched in a thinly veiled , but was soon distracted by the courier, who mosied over and took his fiddling hands. He gave them a tough look, but it was ignored in favor of peppering a soft kiss to one knuckle, whispering something that made him roll his eyes but finally release the tension in his hands and let them rest on his sides.

He fell far more content with watching, their chin on his shoulder as they mouthed, “God, he’s handsome, isn’t he?” Herbert didn’t respond, but a contemplative glance back over at Dan was all the courier needed to smile a little. They met eyes with the waitress, and they couldn’t help but feel some sort of strangely placed perfection in how they acted with the two misfits that had emerged from the depths of this strange little house in the middle of some desolate valley of silence and almost crypt-like complacency.

The waitress then turned her attention back to her own two. Tiffany had been idly speaking with Dan, but as soon as the awful gash in Chucky’s side was no longer visible under a healthy layer of gauze she was looking at him.

Dan finally gave them space, nodding one last time before walking over to the sink to wash his hands, meeting the other two there. Putting a hand on his shoulder, the waitress grinned as they shared a kiss themselves as Tiffany huffed, “Very nice work, Dan. My man’s almost good as new. If only you could fix that clunky chip on his shoulder.” Chucky made a face, and muttered, “Keep talking like that, and I’m running away with this one.” The waitress giggled, slapping him on the shoulder playfully as he pulled her into the two of them, giving her a kiss as well. A dim thought fell over her, and her smile faded as she murmured, “Well, now we just need to scrap the body that’s still in the car.”

There was a plastic clatter on the counter over by the sink, the triad looking at them while Dan slowly turned off the water. “You guys brought the body?” The courier gasped, and Chucky shrugged, “What, were we supposed to leave it out in the open with our fingerprints all over it?”

Tiffany then pointed out, “Well, we’re by a cemetery, we can just find a hole in the ground and take care of it.” She looked at Dan, who was shooting a gaze to the living room with the window pointing towards the graveyard. “You guys know a good spot for that, I suppose?”

“Body disposal?” Dan murmured, letting one of his dry hands slip around the courier’s hip, having them fit snug against him. Chucky jutted his chin towards him. “What, are any of you gonna say something?”

Tiffany then sighed, “Whether it’s burying the guy, dissolvin’ him in a bathtub like you see in those over-the-top crime shows…I dunno, we just need it gone one way or another, so we all don’t go to jail.” The courier gave a careful look to the hem of their shirt, streaked a bit with blood that had been lingering on someone’s hand while they had brushed past them.

Finally, Dan offered, “Well…we can help with that, too. I-If you want, I mean- we know how difficult…” Listening to him stumble, the courier’s arm came up to press their fingers into his back in mute support, “It can be to get rid of evid- Bodies, all of that stuff.” He finally swallowed his last thoughts, looking down at the tile floor with an almost ill look on his face.

Herbert stopped rubbing the smudges from his glasses, placing them back on his face. When he got another uncertain glance from the waitress, he then mused more to his partners than them with an amused tone.

“Yes, I think that can be arranged.”

Tiffany beamed, “Great, so it’s a double date?”

The courier looked over at the waitress, and instead of anxiety, confusion, worry… There was a glimmer of mischief on the way they pursed their lips. It was more to hide a smirk than to express discomfort, and the waitress had to put a hand over their mouth to hide the matching smile.

It was dangerous; they had a match made in Hell and they weren’t sorry about it.

[like-rain-or-confetti]

Why did the plan go wrong? (Batman Villains x Reader)

Markimoo inspired this one hehe.

So the latest plan went wrong very early in and the rogues were determined to find out what happened. They know they got caught because Harley Quinn got knocked out and couldn't give them the signal but the question was, who knocked out Harley? 

"Well, (Y/N) went with Harley." Penguin reminded the group. "Didn't they say they were following Harley this whole time?" "(Y/N), where were you?" Jonathan asked calmly. "I went to do the thing with Harley." You replied. The group were stunned into silence by how nonchalant you were with your incriminating evidence. "Harley was knocked unconscious." Edward deadpanned. "Harley knocked out." Harvey said in unison with Edward. "Uh huh...and?" You pressed. "Was it you?" Harvey asked. "What!? No!" You ensured to emphasise your protest. "No! I mean...maybe? She might have deserved it." You added quickly before pondering the idea. The group once again were staring at you with confusion. "I'm going to go with no. I did not do that." Jonathan sighed as Two-Face pinched the bridge of his nose. "I can't tell if you're a genius or a moron!" Edward declared in annoyance. "Surely someone couldn't be so stupid to just blatantly say that! It couldn't have been (Y/N)! It's too easy! It's deceit!" "Can we all just remind ourselves that this is (Y/N) we're talking about? No way could they knock out Harley!" Harvey reminded and you nodded, gesturing to him in agreement. "Hurtful but he has a point." "If it wasn't you then who was it!?" Edward demanded. You blinked, prepared for the full brain power you'd need for this. 

You had taken the stairs as Harley set down one of her special jack-in-the-boxes. However you hadn't meant to bump into the large vase that seemed to be around for storage rather than decoration. It toppled off the edge and hit Harley hard. You could have played this off...if you didn't have a witness. Victor Zsasz stared at the scene and tilted his head slightly. Oh shit. Victor Zsasz saw what happened. 

You blinked and right on que Victor Zsasz returned from questioning. You pointed at him. "It was Victor! I saw him do it! He threw a vase at Harley and she was out!" Victor gasped. "What!? No! No-no-no-no-no! That isn't what happened!" "I saw that vase, it was huge. There's no way (Y/N) could have lifted it. Plus this is (Y/N) we're talking about." Harvey hummed. "Hurtful again but not wrong..." You gestured some finger guns toward Two-Face. "...but that doesn't even matter! I literally saw him do it!" You pressed. Victor let out a very loud groan as Jonathan, Edward, Harvey and Oswald mumbled to each other. "You're letting the most stupid person get away with the smartest thing!" Victor whined. "I'm telling you, (Y/N), couldn't lift that thing-" Victor's protests went ignored. "You got us caught!" The Riddler jabbed a finger accusingly in Victor's direction. As the rogues around you began to bicker and talk amongst themselves you smiled slightly. "You're being played!" Victor's declaration went unheard by the others. He noticed this and put his head in his hands. "I hope you know, (Y/N) is gonna gloat about this for days!" You tried to hide your smile. No one will know. How will they know?

[thevikingwoman]

Please tell me about the BDSM AUs! I am sat

Hey Wicked!

so this is an old WIP, which I have not worked on in a few years, but I do love it? It started as a sort of spite writing for some Solavellan bdsm AUs where Solas is a dom and "fixes" Lavellan's life, usually by telling her what to eat and when to exercise or something like that. tbh they didn't sit well with so - spite?

I wanted a sub Solas story, so it's essentially Iwyn is a domme who "fixes" him - except she actually is just kind and sends him to therapy. At some point the spite subsided and it's really just the fantasy of knocking Solas around, making him beg and sending him to therapy LMAO

They fall in love, eventually, and I have a whole outline of 10 chapters. The first is more or less done (Dorian and Bull drags Solas to a kink club, he meets Iwyn and has a good time), the second and third are in various states of draft.

Ngl, I've been toying with turning this into an original story, since there's very little Dragon Age in it anyway. I have almost 10k words, which is A LOT for me.

anyway, an chapter 2 snippet - I was trying to write a sort of negotiation scene, after they decide to start meeting. It's a few years old and I'm not sure how well I manage this, but - there it is.

(snippet is not explicit, under cut for length)

“Hello, Solas.”

“Greetings, – Iwyn. I do hope I’m pronouncing your name right. I’m not sure under which circumstances it’s appropriate to call you Inquisitor.”

“You got it right. And it’s only really appropriate to call me Inquisitor during a scene, and when I ask for it.”

“Very well, Iwyn,” he says, as if he’s testing out her name on his tongue.

“Tea?” she asks. She ordered a pot.

Solas shakes his head. “I don’t enjoy tea.”

“Any kind of tea? Or coffee?”

“I don’t drink coffee this late in the day,” he says. “I’ll just stick with water, thanks.”

“I’m going to order one the strawberry cakes too. They’re delicious, but everything is good here. What do you want?” Solas picks up the menu in front of him and scans it quickly, frowning.  “My treat,” she adds. She picked the place, after all. And she wants to see if he minds her paying.

“Ah. Thank you. I’ll take the Gateaux au Chocolat.” His Orlesian is smooth and perfect, and she’s curious about him, and his background and everything about him. She schools herself. That isn’t why they’re here. It’s not a date. She catches the attention of the waiter, and places their order. Solas changes his mind when she prods, and asks for a decaf cappuccino.

“It’s good to see you again, Solas, and I hope to see more of you. Why don’t we start with discussing what we want out of this, and we can move on to things, scenes and kinks, soft and hard limits, and we each enjoy – unless you have some questions first?“

[raised-u-fr0m-perdition]

the girl that kindness forgot | part 2

THERE’S NO ONE AS RECKLESS AS YOU

“Laila, are you absolutely sure that it’s a Type 2?” I frantically asked, speaking through my earpiece. 

‘I did my research. Unusual and powerful activity confirms that it’s a type 2.’ 

“Pull up a list of all former residents. I need to find out who this ghost is and what’s their reason to haunt people.” I ordered, before pulling out my rapier and opening the door, finding a chaotic and significantly dangerous scene. Lockwood’s new employee was hanging from a picture frame desperately, screaming out for him to save her, and Lockwood himself was desperately fending the ghost off, loose articles of clothing like his tie and coat flapping around limply. I sprinted up the stairs, quickly spinning around and slashing my blade across the midsection of the translucent supernatural being, making it screech and retreat. 

“I thought you were only useful if things got too dangerous.” Lockwood spat as I helped up the girl. 

“You walked into a house with a very dangerous Type 2, so I think my help is in order.” I retorted before turning to the girl who looked my age. “Are you alright?” 

“I’m fine.” She replied. “Who are you?” 

“No time. If this is too much for you, you need to leave the house and you’ll be safe.” I explained, but she shook her head. 

“No. I’m staying.” 

“Angry ghost over here!” I heard Lockwood yell, so I lit a flare and threw it swiftly, fending the ghost off again. 

“What did you do to make her angry?!” I interrogated, somersaulting across the room.

”I dunno, maybe your outfit change did it!” Lockwood shot back, throwing another flare. 

“You’re being really petty!” 

“We don’t have time for this!” 

“You’re right, Lucy!” I shouted, “We need to take this elsewhere.” 

“How do you know her name?!”

We stood in front of a chimney breast, where the woman disappeared into. 

“I got intel from my assistant. Her name’s Annabel Ward, she disappeared in the 80s. I’m banking my money on murder victim.” I explained, hands in my pockets.

“Of course you’ve got intel.” Lockwood snivelled. 

“Grow up, will you?!” I snapped. 

“Um…” I turned to Lucy, blinking at her because I was interrupted in the middle of my conversation. “Not to be rude, exactly, but who are you?”

”Sorry about that. My name’s Artemis Hernandez-“ 

“But Miss Hernandez in the office-“

”Shut up. Lockwood and I trained together before I left to help my parents with their company, SP3CTR.” I explained with a smile.

“You mean SP3CTR, the company that made billions, right?” Lucy gasped. “You own it?” 

“Yeah. I do.” I grinned. 

“Bloody hell-“ 

“Can we focus on the dead body?” Lockwood piped up, sounding irritated. We broke down the wall, finding the body in there. “I was right. She’s a murder victim.” I stared at him, hard. Really, mate? 

“Use the silver net.” I ordered, holding my weapons at the ready. The male stepped back, his foot crunching something. 

“Ooh, careful.” Lucy warned. “You broke the circle.” We fixed it, and my mind instantly connected with something. 

“We’re not alone.” I whipped around to see Annabel herself, the doors slamming shut. 

“Boring. Try something else, would you?” Lockwood taunted. 

“Don’t!” Lucy contradicted. “She’s angry.” 

“Living over dying, Lucy!” I lashed out, sending Annabel back, but she rebounded, knocking the rapier out of Lucy’s hand. Lockwood was distracted, so the ghost was advancing on him, and I felt a connection with her. 

You’re just like him. 

Help me… 

Save me… 

Let me go... 

“LOCKWOOD!” I screamed, shielding him. “If you wanna get to him, you’ll have to go through me. And then you won’t get what you want, d’you understand?” I saw myself in Annabel, a girl cursed to be lost. And I wanted to help her, I really did. 

“What are you doing?” He asked. 

“Saving you, what else?” I retorted. “Now get the job done!” 

“Alright, Lucy, I’m gonna hold her back with Hernandez. You get a silver net over the body. In other words, Plan F.” 

“That's not Plan F.”

“Uh… I mean Plan B.” 

“Plan B is salt bombs! She’s too strong for salt bombs!” 

“For god’s sake! We’ll draw her attention, you contain the source.” 

“That’s Plan E.” 

“When this is done, you need to look over the lettering system!” I shouted, initiating the distraction part of the plan. 

“Speak for Lockwood!” Lucy replied, covering the body with a net. However, she froze. 

“EARTH TO LUCY!” 

“Hurry, Lucy!” She suddenly whipped around, blindly throwing the flare. As if in slow motion, the flare exploded, the plaster catching on fire and started spreading quickly. Lucy ran to Lockwood, taking him by the shoulders. “Are you alright?” 

“Apart from our client’s house burning to the ground, absolutely fine.” 

“What took you so long? What exactly were you doing?” I asked, stepping forward.

“I told you. Something wasn’t right, I had to…” 

“Had to what? What wasn’t right? We secured the source, didn’t we?” 

“We should not be having this conversation here.” I cut in, climbing onto the balcony’s rail, Lockwood following. 

“Agreed. We should jump from here while there’s still something to jump from.” Lockwood agreed. 

“Jump? No, it’s too high, we’ll breaks our necks!” Lucy contradicted, eyes apprehensive. 

“Do we have another option?!” I swiftly contested. “On my count. One, two, three!” We leapt from the balcony, landing in two crumpled heaps on the floor, but luckily we had no broken bones or necks. I’d landed on my feet, so as the other two got up, I couldn’t help but chuckle. 

“Laugh it up, Hernandez.” Lockwood complained. “We need to get back to my house. And quickly.” 

“What were you thinking, showing up like that?” Lockwood whispered angrily as we were walking back. “Lucy and I had it under control.” 

“Let’s see, you angered a Type 2, set a house on fire and as the cherry on top, you almost got ghost touched. If I wasn’t there to help, then you’d both be dead.” I snapped equally as angry and quiet. 

“You rejected helping me.” 

“Now I’m aware that without my help, you most definitely will end up in a bad place.” I retorted. 

“And why is that?” 

“There’s no one more reckless than you, Anthony Lockwood.” I matched his gaze, icy blue meeting dark brown. 

“I can think of someone.” 

“Oh yeah? Who?” 

“Artemis Hernandez.”

[fruit-of-infidelity]

♱  DIABOLIK LOVERS: Haunted Dark Bridal ー Sakamaki Ryuuto | Dark 07  ♱

⌜ Scene: Abandoned Wing ⌟

― Yui walks through the halls ―

Yui: Oh no…

Wasn’t my room just up this way? I could’ve sworn…

( It seems I really am lost again… This place is a labyrinth! )

( I only wanted to go for a walk, and it’s far too dark outside to be wandering the garden at this hour… But look where it got me… )

Haah… How did I get so turned around?

Whatsmore…

― Yui accidentally walks straight into a spiderweb ―

…!

Kyaaa!!

― She fumbles, falling backwards ―

Yui: O-Ow…

( Gross…! How did I not see that spiderweb ahead of me? )

( Although, now that I think about it, how did I not notice just how many there are!? There must be hundreds of spiders here…! )

Almost like… this place has been untouched for years.

( There’s no way my room was down this way… )

Oh dear… Maybe I should retrace my steps?

― A door creaks open up ahead ―

Yui: E-Eh…!?

( Did that door just open by itself!? )

…Hello?

R-Ryuuto…san…?

― Yui slowly approaches the door ―

… …

I-I’m coming in… okay?

― She enters ―

Yui: … …

( Looks like there’s no one after all… )

Woah…!

( This place… It’s spotless! Not a speck of dust or a single cobweb anywhere, even though the hallway is the complete opposite! )

Someone really took it upon themselves to care for this room alone?

( Why would someone focus on only one room…? )

… …

Ah! There’s a portrait here of some woman…

( She’s very beautiful. Could this be her bedroom? )

( You know? I can almost see Ryuuto in her… I wonder who she is? If I could only get a closer look―― )

― Yui’s accidentally knocks something over. ―

Yui: Not again…!

…Phew. It didn’t break!

( A…necklace? )

( It must belong to the woman in the painting… I must have knocked it off the dresser here, with all the other jewellery. )

( They’re all so pretty, and expensive looking…! Why are they just left out like this? )

( The jewel on this one reminds me of that brooch Ryuuto-san wears… It’s the same dark purple stone. Maybe it’s a collection? )

Although… I wonder what someone like me would look wearing this…

Maybe I’ll just try it on very quickly, then leave?

― Yui’s heart suddenly thuds. ―

…!

Uu… My heart…!

???: 「ーー Get out. Leave! Listen to me! 」

Yui: ( There’s that voice again! )

( I don’t understand… any of this. That voice… )

Haah…

Maybe I should just go lie down, instead?

Ryuuto: Or, maybe, you should leave what isn’t yours alone.

Yui: Eek…!

― Ryuuto appears in front of her. ―

Ryuuto: Just what possessed you to come in here and touch what doesn’t belong to you!? The door was locked for a reason…!

Yui: R-Ryuuto…san!

I didn’t mean to intrude…! The door was already open!

Ryuuto: Liar!

― He strikes her and she collapses, the necklace breaking. ―

Limited V Edition/Grand Edition Roses:

“Doing things of your own free will? You’re more of handful than I had originally hoped for. But no matter. This sort of behaviour can be worked out of you with a little bit of time, effort, and a whole lot of technique, fufu.”

Yui: O-Ouch…!

( Ryuuto-san… slapped me! )

Ryuuto: … …

That…

Yui: ( Oh no… the necklace, I must have dropped it when I fell… It’s shattered… )

― Ryuuto approaches, his foot stomping on her hand. ―

Yui: Kuh…! Th-That hurts…!

Ryuuto-san…

━─┉┈◈ Selection ◈┈┉─━

　　❈  I’m sorry! ⎨M⎬

Yui: I’m sorry…! I didn’t mean to drop it!

Ryuuto: And yet, there it lies. Broken.

Just what am I to do with you? You think an apology holds any worth in a situation like this, do you? Good grief…

Yui: Wait! I’m sure it’s still salvageable! Look…!

( There is that scary look of his again…! Oh no… )

　　❈  That’s karma! ⎨S⎬

Yui: I didn’t mean to do this, but…

This sort of stuff happens when your actions come back to bite you!

Ryuuto: Are you supposing this has something to do with ‘karma’!? Do you even hear yourself right now, with the ridiculous things you’re saying?

Yui: ( He looks really, really angry! I should have been more careful… )

Uu… I-I’m sure it can be put back together…!

━━─┉┈┈◈◉◈┈┈┉─━━

Yui: I can see all the pieces.

They’re all here, see? If we collect them, w-we can put them back together!

Ryuuto: Do you think you can get away breaking someone else’s property by proposing to repair it!? Not only that, but trespassing like this…

Who on earth do you think you are, sifting through someone else’s belongings?

…Although, could this be the first signs of――

――No. It’s still far too early.

Yui: … …

― Ryuuto kneels down to Yui. ―

Yui: ( He’s really scary up close…! )

I-I’ll pick the beads up…

Ryuuto: You’re not to touch anything else in here.

In fact, if I so much as catch scent of you in this room again, the last thing you will have to worry about is my fangs. You have been warned…

Now, get out of my sight; Pick yourself up from the floor and get some ice for that hand at once… Unless you want it to leave an unsightly bruise.

Yui: Y…Yes…

( Why is he so cruel over one little accident…? I can’t understand Ryuuto-san, at all! )

⌜Monologue⌟

ーーHis words are always laced with venom,

No matter how eloquently he puts them, they always sting so deeply.

Yet I can’t help but feel drawn to him in this strange, strange situation.

Although he mocks and scolds me, he claims it’s all for my own good.

I can’t even begin to comprehend why he does all this, but something about his gaze, it’s far too familiar(身に覚えのある)…

Perhaps it’s better if I don’t try to understand him this mysterious man… If I can even call him that and not what he is:

A Vampire.

Even so, he has yet to properly suck my blood. And something within me... 

It’s awaiting (待つ) that first time.

✥ TO BE CONTINUED ✥

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←  [ ✥ Dark 06 ✥ ] ⎥ [ ✥ Dark 08 ✥ ]  →

[whump-town]

Blind Rage

Warnings? I don't know. Jack punches a kid in the mouth and Hotch has a concussion but honestly it's nothing compared to my normal stuff

3,338 words so not very long but I wrote this down in one sitting. redbull is a powerful drug

I don't know if it's like the best thing I've ever written but I did write it so...

Jack didn’t know any better than to just assume his dad was the patent normal. He didn’t imagine a factory but he certainly assumed his father, like all fathers, had simply always been forty-years-old with tricky aches – dents from the rough travel of getting here to Jack. How else would a dad be other than how his is?

“Shit.” Milk splashes onto the table, missing Jack’s glass. Hotch’s own explicative and the milk on the table startle him, he is unable to think past the hammering of his own heart. The milk jug in his hands starts to ache with weight, his muscles straining, tense. “S-Sorry,” Hotch blinks and shakes his head, moving awkwardly forward before realizing he  needs to put the milk in the fridge. Each step comes back to him a little too slow – put milk away, grab paper towel, clean mess. 

Shit, the milk’s lid

He turns back for the table, cursing himself for being so out of it. “Sorry, buddy.” Hotch apologizes again, reaching out with his unoccupied hand to cup Jack's head, giving his hair a rustle. “I’m just all over the place this morning. Aunt Jess tell you I hit my head?” He knows she did, nearly immediately after he’d told  Jessica, she had found a way to relay it to Jack. A reasonable enough lie, Jess told him that Hotch smacked his head on a low entry way. Jack had seen Hotch do this before, Jess had sent Hotch down to her basement to get a mousetrap and Jack stood on the stairs eager to be near but not actually inside the basement. Hotch had found the poor thing and held it out from himself, turning to come back and nearly knocked himself out, bouncing his head off of a low plank. “Yeah,” Hotch agrees as Jack giggles. Smiling at the pleasant sound. 

Jack had thought it was funny to watch his aunt dump his father on the couch with an ice pack, his vision hadn’t cleared yet and it’d taken a very dramatic and careful fight to get him back up the stairs. Jessica had told him to stop moaning about his head and he’d realized that Jessica felt worse for the poor dead mouse than him. 

Jack had remembered this too when Jessica told him Hotch got hurt. Of course, Hotch hadn’t run into another low beam. The floor gave out beneath them in the middle of a scene and Hotch (and Emily quickly after) had fallen through the floor down into the basement. Earned them both a concussion, a few cracked ribs, and one broken wrist. Emily had chosen to make her cast black.

Normally, he wouldn’t bring this sort of thing up again. Jack knows to be careful of his aches but they’re safe for the most part, Jack isn’t all that excitable and even when he is he’s mindful. But the contentious pounding in his head, tells him this foggy film over his thoughts doesn’t have any plans of leaving soon. 

“There, all good.” Hotch finally slumps into his kitchen chair, his coffee splashing over the rim, his eyes find the spot but he’s beyond any reaction above a forfeiting grunt. He takes a bite of his toast, corner soggy with butter. It’s a white bread toast and coffee sort of morning and all he can do is pray his son is catching that same vibe from the heavy rain clouds outside. When he looks up he’s not met with a mischievous little grin, Jack’s brain conjuring up the idea of a fort he thinks he’ll have to beg to build, Hotch is met with something knowing. “What?” he asks, caught between alarmed and amused. 

Jack giggles and tilts his cereal bowl for Hotch to see inside, “you’re silly daddy.”

Hotch leans forward, not sure what he’s seeing. Jack’s got his fruity pebbles, orange juice, and milk. It’s been his kick lately and Hotch is really having the sort of week where he’s taking Jack’s interest in something with the name fruit as a success. “What?” he asks again, eyes darting around the bowl quicker now as Jack keeps giggling. “I don’t–” fruity pebbles, orange juice, and milk. His face falls  immediately as what he’s done clicks. His toast falls out his hands and he pulls in a big breath, the end catching on the tears gathering in his eyes. “I’m sorry, buddy,” he rushes out. Voice and hands shaking. “I’m just –” he shakes his head and shuts his mouth. He swallows down against the swollen knot in his throat, blinks his tears away. “Dad’s just, yeah, I’m just losing it this morning, huh?”

He reaches out for the bowl, hoping Jack just gives it to him without a fight, and he finds a moment later to cry about it later. But Jack just giggles and scoops a spoonful into his mouth. “It’s okay,” he chirps, nodding his little head along. He uses his sleeve to wipe his mouth but Hotch doesn’t comment. 

“Are you sure?” Tears are threatening to fall. His head couldn’t possibly hurt more than it does now. “You don’t have to eat it, buddy. I’ll make you a new bowl.” He’s not even sure his knees will lift him up to do that. 

Jack shrugs and takes another bite, “it’s good.” He eats the entire bowl which isn’t normal for him. He always leaves just enough cereal to cover the top of the milk so that when Hotch washes the bowl he has to touch soggy cereal. And because he’s Jack and he always knows how to drive that last nail in the coffin, he looks up at Hotch with the biggest smile (a fruity pebble stuck to his tooth) and says, “you did the bestest job. This is the bestest thing you’ve ever did made.”

He cries and Jack sits there swinging his little legs and eating his orange juice and fruity pebbles breakfast. His head hurts and he hasn’t slept well which will be the official downplay if anyone asks about his puffy red eyes but he really cries because Jack’s growing up too quickly. And because he’s terrified he isn’t doing this right. That he’ll fuck up everything that Haley did. That Jack won’t be this sweet kid in five years – when Hotch has had as many years doing the single parent thing as Haley. 

Derek shows up before lunch and gives Hotch a much needed break. He almost hopes a blood vessel pops in his head when he answers the door and Derek kisses him very sweetly in the greeting. The kiss is nice, even if they’re still too much in the hall for Hotch’s liking and within eyesight of anyone who comes out into the hall.  Jack comes running, stands at Hotch’s heels and impatiently sticks his head between Hotch’s knees so he can talk to Derek. Impatient that his fathe is in the way of Jack talking to his best friend. He huffs a dramatic sigh, fills his chest with a lungful of air and shakes his head. Rolls his eyes like he’s seen them do a thousand times before as he informs Derek, “he’s being a handful”. 

Derek chuckles and smirks up at Hotch. 

Hotch groans, “Jack please–”

Jack gives Derek a look, a see what I’m saying? 

Derek’s smile doesn’t waver, “you think he needs a N-A-P?”

Jack frowns, trying to work out those letters in his head. Then his face hardens and he nods his head solemnly. 

Hotch does need a nap but it’s not nearly as rewarding when a five-year-old says you’re being moody and need to go to sleep. It’s both patronizing and sweet that they lead him back to his room. “You can go watch your movie,” he grumbles, grouchy now that Derek’s here and pulling back the covers for him. “I’m fine.” He can pull down the parent-guard. Derek’s got things for a few hours. 

Derek smirks but says nothing. 

“I’ll tuck him in,” Jack says, “I know how to do it.” Hotch always packs the blankets around Jack’s legs extra tight and it makes him giggle because it jostles him around. Jack mimics the motions with a serious scowl that mimics Hotch’s, all his attention on this task. 

“Alright,” Derek chuckles, plucking Jack up from the bed. 

“Wait!” Jack demands, “he can sleep without a g’night kiss!” 

Hotch clenches his jaw, holds his breath as Derek holds Jack over him. It’s a strange feeling. It’s unfamiliar but not unwanted, he’s just not sure how to deal with these moments of vulnerability. He has to suck it up, he has to let Jack be sweet and gentle. He has to mimic that himself. It’s just not what he’s been shown most of his life. His father didn’t tuck him into bed. Or read him bedtime stories. So to have someone else meet his weakness with kindness and love… 

“I’ll be right back,” Derek promises. He kisses the top of Hotch’s head. 

He just doesn't know what to do with that.

Derek comes in only ten minutes later. He bickers with Jack in the living room about which movie they should watch. Jack sticks with Toy Story but Derek’s going to lose his mind if he has to watch that fucking cartoon Sheriff one more time. They settle with Monsters Inc. and Derek makes them popcorn. 

Hotch is already asleep by the time he gets back there with water and a Tyenol. He’s too out of it to fight the medication. It’s Derek sitting on the edge of his bed. Derek is tipping the glass so he drinks more water. His guard is too low with Derek. He trusts him more than he wants to and less than he does at the same time. He’s torn in half between the way he thinks they should be and what he’s capable of. He wants to tell Derek everything – the good things and the bad things, all together like there isn’t a difference. He wants to give him everything but he still holds back. He pulls himself away because he can’t be that reckless. That’s not fair. Jack loves Derek and he won’t spoil that with everything that’s dogshit in his life. 

He’s fitfully napping when he hears the front door slam shut, Derek and Jack’s voices loud but not in the excited way they typically speak. Not in the way that means Hotch will pull himself out of bed and find the two of them splitting a carton of ice cream or smiling over a box of pizza. They’re loud and angry. 

“Why would you do that?” Derek demands.

Hotch’s heart feels like it’s coming out of his chest. He’s afraid and he can’t really say why. His hands shake and his knees feel weak, his entire body pulsing with the hard beats of his heart. His vision is unsteady, he stands too quickly and pushes through it. 

“You can’t hit other people, Jack.”

There are tears in Jack’s eyes. That’s the first thing that Hotch sees. It’s not Jack’s first time being scolded and not even the first time he’s been yelled at. Hotch tries his best. He tries to be mindful of the fact that he’s dangerously large. And that the only thing he fears nearly as much as becoming his father is other people thinking he’s like his father. But he loses it sometimes. 

There are tears in Jack’s eyes as he crosses his arms over his chest and looks away from Derek. “He said something bad.” Two tears fall down his cheeks but Jack remains stoic. Unwaveringly certain that he’s done anything wrong. 

“It doesn’t matter–”

“It does!” Jack never raises his voice. He rarely pitches a fit about much. He had tantrums as a toddler but that just comes with the complications of that age. The language barrier. Not now, though. He’s a calm kid. A normal kid. 

“Jack–” Derek suddenly remembers Hotch sleeping and his goal switches from scolding to calming Jack down. They’re quickly approaching something bad, he can tell. Aaron’s not in the state to be dealing with this right  now and Jack’s getting too emotional to handle it. The last thing they need is to wake him up on top of this. Let him sleep. Have dinner. Bring it up again. 

Jack holds back a sob, sucking in quickly in a way that Derek knows means the waterworks are about to come hard. “They say mean things…” his lower lip trembles. “About – About you and about Daddy. And – And about–” he rubs angrily at his face with his fist. Getting too agitated to speak now, crying too hard to get his words out.

Derek can’t stand those tears, the kids gonna make him cry. “Alright, alright,” he caves, sinks down to his knees and Jack goes right to him. “Come here,” he holds Jack to him. “You can’t hit other people, alright?” He’s never sure where he’s allowed to be in these instances. His placement in this house is becoming more permanent and Hotch has started giving him the side-eye. Making him be the bad guy, a dad who scolds as much as he plays. This isn’t the fun part of the job for sure. He’s in the dark. 

Hotch comes from down the hall and finds them on the couch. It takes him ten minutes to compose himself enough to be able to stand and get down the hall, to be in the mindset to have  a conversation. “Wha’ happened?” His head is pounding, enough to start to make his stomach cramp up. But he sinks down on the couch beside them, a smile trying to tug at his lips at the way Jack sleeps against Derek’s chest. Derek’s got him nearly swaddled, a blanket tucked up around him. 

Derek pulls in a deep breath, shakes his head. “It stopped raining so I sent him outside.” There’s only a little bit of yard for the kids to play in but it’s better than staying cooped up inside. Derek only left him for a second, just to run in and get him some water. And when he came back two of the mother’s had Jack and another little boy. The other boy’s lip was busted up pretty good. Jack had socked him right in the mouth. “He was–” Derek’s not sure how to say it. 

Hotch is very aware that everyone in the building knows what happened in this apartment. The little kids whisper about it. People avoid him and the kids always act a little more stiffly in line when Hotch is outside watching them. They’re afraid of him. They talk about Hotch the same way they talked about the masked man. Like both are ghosts that phase through the walls. Both walk through the complex, watching and waiting to jump out from the shadows. Either could snatch you from your bed. Hotch suspects some of the mother’s tell their children just that, use him as a boogey man to make their children behave. 

“Foyet again.” 

Derek nods. He can’t even voice how much that enrages him. Let him hear them saying that shit… but maybe that’s why Jack did what he did… “And one of the boys,” Derek adds softly, “said something about us.” 

Hotch already knows what that something is. He shouldn’t have to explain to his five-year-old the bigorty of grown adults. Grown men shouldn’t talk to children the way that they do. One of the boys has already said something to Jack about Hotch and Derek. Taunted and teased. Used words he’d heard his father say, repeated his father’s opinion about them. 

“He’s got your left-hook,” Derek offers, tries to be humorous but it falls short.

Hotch just stares ahead. He couldn’t speak if he even knew what to say. 

“He was protecting you.”

He knows and that’s the thing. Tears gather against his will. His head hurts too much to be thinking this hard and this fast about all the things that hurt him. All the wrong things to dwell on. His voice is thick when he does manage to speak, his tears hardly held off. “That’s not his job, Derek.” 

Derek wants to reach out and pull Hotch down against him. He wants to be squished in the middle of his Hotchners but he’s not certain that Hotch needs physical comfort yet. So he keeps his distance. He resists the urge to touch him. Hold his hand or hug him. “No,” Derek agrees. “But you protect him. And he worries about you. He wants to be big and strong like his dad.” Derek knows what that’s like. Those feelings flood him too everytime he has to watch another UNSUB get the drop on Hotch. Everytime he walks away with even just a bruise, a scratch. The fury and pain that floods him more intensely than he knows what to do with. The blind rage. 

Hotch chuckles? He makes a sound Derek can’t quiet make out, he smiles but it’s more of a scoff than anything. When he looks to Derek his eyes are red and he looks physically pained.

“Come here,” Derek finally caves. He stand this any longer. He pulls Hotch down against him, his head down on his chest. 

“What am I gonna do with him?” 

Derke shrugs, “I think it’s probably too late to return him.” The joke words this time and Hotch lets out that scoff sounding chuckle. There are tears coming down his face but he’s smiling. “Besides,” Derek says, “this one’s already potty-trained and when you get a new one you have to run through all that old stuff again.” 

Hotch rolls his eyes and moves himself around a little more, gets his head placed on Derek’s chest somewhere that hurts the least. He sniffles, wipes at his nose with the back of his hand. 

Derek moves his head to rest his chin atop Hotch’s head, squeezes his shoulders. “He’s a good kid,” Derek whispers. “We’ll figure this out and one day we might laugh about it.” Hell his mom laughs now about the first kid who’s mouth he bloodied. Some stupid little prick that said something about one of his siters. Derek can’t even remember. His mother had thought the world was coming apart. His father had just died and Derek was acting out.

Hotch hums. He doubts this could ever be something that won’t be devastating. That isn’t proof that he’s unfit for parenthood. 

“It’s not like he punched a saint,” Derek goes on. He knows exactly which kid it was. He’s seen that kid do all kinds of shit. “It’ll be fine,” Derek’s certain. “He’s too much like you, that's all. Thinks he’s got to protect everyone.” 

Hotch doesn’t know about that. The rage that it must have taken Jack to act like that, yeah that’s him. He knows exactly what that is. 

“We should order pizza,” Derek hums. He’s already moving on. They’ll talk about this again later but Derek knows it’s still too fresh and harsh for either Hotch or Jack to talk about. Hotch’s concussion needs to clear up a bit. That’s making everything worse. “Are you up for take-out?” Then he hums again but not the pleased hum from a second ago. “Or is this one of those things where it’s like if we get pizza we reward the behavior?” Parenting stresses Derek out. “I don’t understand this stuff.”

Hotch sits up. Maybe it’s not the most sensitive thing but he likes to see Derek squirm. He’s so calm and collected all the time, but he’s terrified of messing things up with Jack. It’s different than he fears messing things up with Jack. It’s lighter and pleasant. Hotch wishes he could be like that but he settles for seeing it with Derek. It makes him smile. “We can get pizza.”

Derek narrows his eyes, “you’re sure?”

Hotch manages a real laugh. Not that strangled, harsh scoff. A laugh. “Pizza is fine, Derek.” 

[sgtcalhouns]

Do Not Disturb

Felix is doing his best to give Tamora her space, but sometimes an unexpectedly adorable moment can't be helped.

I'm putting off the angst I'm trying to write by drowning you all in fluff instead. Mechanic au. Feel free to reread Welcome Home as a refresher. Enjoy!

“Felix, I’m fine, I just need a few minutes,” Tamora said, her voice muffled by the pillow she had buried her face in.

A fluffy blanket was pulled up to her chin as she curled up on the couch in her designated quiet space. It was out of character for Felix to disturb her while she was in here—he’d made it clear from the very beginning that he would wait until she was ready to come out. The entire purpose of this room was to give her the space she needed to decompress when her anxiety was acting up. She had just about lost her patience the second time she heard him shuffling outside the door.

“I’m serious, Felix, knock it off.”

Suddenly, the door pushed open. She bolted upright, words of anger building on her tongue, but she paused when she realized that there was no one at the door. Before she could question it, she caught sight of Q-bert rounding the corner of the couch.

"Oh," she sighed, flopping back down on the couch. "It's just you."

Q-bert didn't answer as he made his way in front of her at a leisurely pace, tail curling in the air behind him. Tamora reached out, and the orange tabby immediately leaned into her touch as she gave his head a gentle scratch.

"You needed some peace and quiet too, huh?" she said. "I guess I can share, just this once."

She tried not to think too hard about the fact that she was talking out loud to the cat; Felix could often be found having entire conversations with the feline, but Tamora had never been caught dead speaking to Q-bert before now. Instead of admitting to herself that Felix was rubbing off on her, she decided to chalk it up to her current emotional state. Compromised cognitive function was the only logical explanation for such behavior.

Suddenly, Q-bert jumped up onto the couch, landing directly on top of her. She was unable to protest before he made himself comfortable curling up in the tiny bit of free space on the cushions, pressed right up against her stomach. Rather than fight it, she decided to try and relax. He wasn't hurting anything, and his rumbling purrs were oddly soothing as she laid her head back down and closed her eyes.

A short while later, Felix quietly latched the door behind him as he stepped inside the apartment. He had made a quick run to the store to grab Tamora's favorite ice cream and some ingredients for dinner, hoping to make it back home before she emerged from her room. He never asked questions, but he always did his best to be available to provide whatever comfort she needed from him after an episode.

As he made his way to the kitchen, he noticed that the door to her room was slightly ajar. He quickly placed the grocery bags on the counter before stepping into the bedroom to see how she was doing. It puzzled him when the room was empty, as well as the bathroom. Had she left while he was gone?

Taking a deep breath, he contemplated checking her room. He had promised that he would never disturb her there, but he knew that not knowing where she was would drive him mad with worry. Besides, the door was open; he wouldn't technically have to go inside. Moving as quietly as possible, he walked over to her room and slowly leaned in through the doorway. What he saw made his insides melt.

It was dark inside, but the light from the kitchen was just enough for him to make out the scene inside the room. Stretched out on the couch was Tamora, sound asleep with one arm draped over Q-bert, who looked perfectly content as he slept beside her. A quiet gasp escaped his lips as he pressed his hands over his mouth. Seeing the two of them cuddled up together was the most adorable thing he had ever witnessed, he was sure of it.

As much as he knew he should leave and give Tamora her space, he couldn't help but soak up as much of this moment as possible. The warm fuzzy feeling in his chest was quickly replaced by regret as she stirred awake, locking eyes with him the moment hers blinked open. Her confusion lasted only a second before her gaze turned suspicious.

"Felix," she said, "what are you doing here?"

"Tammy!" he replied, voice jittery with nerves. "I am so sorry for disturbing you. I just came home and saw the door open and wanted to check and make sure you were alright."

"So much for never coming in here, huh?" she responded, and the darkness in the room concealed her playful grin. She wanted to feel bad for him, but seeing him get worked up like this was just too cute.

"W-Well, technically I'm not inside exactly, but I—"

"Hey," she interrupted, cutting his torture short with a chuckle. "It's okay."

He heaved a sigh of relief and cracked a smile.

"Where did you go?" she asked.

"I got some things for dinner," he explained. "And I thought you might like some ice cream when you were ready to come out."

This time, her smile was not lost on him.

"That sounds amazing," she replied. She moved to sit up, but hesitated when she realized the movement would disturb Q-bert, who still slept up against her. "I never understood why you felt so bad moving him before, but I get it now. He just looks so peaceful."

"I'm sure he'd be happy to continue this cuddle session with you in the living room," he said with a soft smile.

Tamora nodded and gently scooped the cat up, swinging her legs over the side of the couch as she stood up and joined Felix. He pressed a kiss to her cheek and scratched Q-bert's head as she passed by. She shook her head in amusement.

"You boys are turning me soft," she said.

Felix headed back into the kitchen to put away the groceries before cracking open a pint of ice cream, grabbing a spoon, and joining Tamora and Q-bert on the couch. She could feel his eyes on her as she ate, and when she turned to look at him, his expression was somehow softer and more adoring than she had ever witnessed.

"What?" she asked.

"Nothin', nothin', it's just..." he reached up to tuck her hair behind her ear as he finished his thought. "Seein' you two asleep together like that was the most precious thing I've ever seen. I'm so grateful that we get to have moments like that."

This would normally be an opportune moment for a witty remark from Tamora, but she could see the sincerity and love shining in his eyes and realized that the last thing she wanted to do was mock him for it. It was true that he was making her soft, but the longer she knew Felix, the less that felt like a bad thing. She gave him a smile.

"Me too, Felix."

She leaned in for a quick kiss, but after getting a taste of the ice cream on her lips, Felix couldn't help but steal another before she could pull away.

"You're too sweet, Tammy Jean," he said with a grin.

"Now, that can't possibly be true," she replied.

"And why is that?" Felix asked.

Tamora took a moment just to look at him—his cheeks were glowing, his eyes were full of love, and his smile made her feel like no matter what happened, everything would be alright. She pressed another kiss to his lips, one that she made linger, and she basked in his darkening blush after she pulled away. She smiled as she responded.

"Because you're the sweetest."

[amplifyme]

S3 Snow is done! :DDD

Vincent waking cold and traumatized with fearful eyes. Everything going over Father’s head with Stephen and Brooke at first. The scripts for Diana never disappoint: so fascinating to see her figure out the mystery step by step, putting her hands on everything, and immediately flashing back to Vincent. Snow and Gabriel’s dynamic is intriguing: it’s spelled out explicitly that Snow has more power in this moment, but the scene keeps whatever fear or concern Gabriel has close to his chest. The addition of Gabriel’s “Do you?” after Snow’s “politicians don’t come with a warranty” was an excellent choice. Gabriel making Snow salivate over the tape, the ring reveal, the son mention, Snow’s deflection, and Gabriel finally revealing how shaken he is… exquisite.

Diana’s apartment and the rose bush and Mark (I don’t see him sticking around for long-- probably will want someone uncomplicated before too long.) Diana can feel the life in the plant but Mark doesn’t think so. Mark’s “spelunking again?” has a resentful edge… iiiiiiiiiiiinteresting; and Diana’s let down reaction (with herself, the situation never being different, that it won’t be) after he walks off… gooooooooood stuff. Father and Mary’s concern. PASCAL READING GREAT EXPECTATIONS-- WINSLOW AND DEVIN MENTION (and, wait, Charles, Devin’s friend… WAIT. As an aside, wasn’t Nan naming the second baby Charles? And is that why, to honor Devin’s memory in a roundabout way, Vincent-style?) Pascal giving Catherine’s presence back to Vincent in a way as he joins him in consolation of his grief and in general support. I’m obsessed with the way Diana waves  goodbye. Also, her sensing something from Snow in the scene and in the script… yes. Love Gabriel’s theme so much. Snow sneaking in, bargaining with Gabriel (and Gabriel showing more unease/anxiety at his presence); Gabriel loving the beautiful statue and Snow irreverently smacking it with disdain and Gabriel smiling. Snow venting his frustrations by shooting up the statue. DIANA SAT AT CATHERINE’S DESK. Joe there to surprise Diana and he’s not. happy. Welcome to the job, Joe-- you gotta have a lot of dark experiences to sit behind that desk (also, it’s shadowy in there.) Diana doesn’t have friends in this world and rejects Joe’s “I don’t believe that” with a lighthearted “ah! Good for you!” (how very Ms. Marple of her.)

Father’s “You had a dream”... FATHER, HE HAS PRESCIENT DREAMS. Father’s doing that Cathy thing again where the obvious is a comfort but leads him blindly into trouble. “You can’t buy her life back with your own blood” demands Father, “You won’t find her again by embracing death.” And Vincent’s “Are you so sure, Father?’ before walking off. I think both are right: you can lose yourself in the embrace of Death like Father fears (and Narcissa warned last season); but Cathy’s bond, or an aspect of it, lingers back despite her death, and it seems to be leading Vincent. Both are crucial to keep in the balance.

It doesn’t seem like a coincidence that death/Snow follows Vincent down into the tunnels at the same time the goddess of the hunt/Diana does-- three sides of a triangle all angling towards each other with their own end goals. Father trusting Vincent’s vision after all, “just in case.” (As another aside, I think this is why Vincent survived so long with Father without it eroding too quickly at his edges: though Father fears, he also trusts, to an extent, those prescient aspects of his son, even if he wars internally with his own stubborn mindset. On the other hand, Cathy believed in their bond and their love… but all the way? Not with her ex, not with various degrees of danger, not with fill-in-the-blank. Maybe the difference is: Father and Cathy don’t want to believe, but Father’s cautious nature will enact what Vincent warns because he has self-preservation while Cathy doesn’t take Vincent’s warnings seriously enough because she believes in her own impressions or decisions more.) Diana knocking through the tunnels like Snow. ZACH! Diana hears that tapping but doesn’t emote her reaction (hallelujah for the scripts.)  Stephen diiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiied, Brooke runs off into the tunnels, and we all learned why hypervigilance is needed on the job. Snow learning their names. Vincent hearing the screams and sending out a roar of challenge while also being in very poor shape. Diana finding the blasted through tunnel entrance (which… that’s disastrous in general for the community, gonna take a lot to repair) and finding the Vincent rock chunk (“Vincent. Where are you?”) as yet another piece of Vincent’s life is shot to pieces. Snow’s “Gabrielisms” as he mouths “I see you” and wets his lips… excellent touch.

Pascal blaming himself for Sam’s death and William trying to help and JAMIE, and Father’s sound wisdom and realizing he had, yet again, failed to stop the death of his son (The Outsiders, eyyyyy), and that there’s nothing he can do. I can’t help but think how Father’s willingness to give into Vincent’s sacrificial nature brings out the distrust and abandonment of the Other, which is probably why Buster trusts Catherine and Diana in Nan’s S4 the most: both women are willing to sacrifice themselves to save him from his own inane or useless sacrifices. (It’s like Nan touched on in “Bimbo”-- Father and Vincent are very self-sacrificial when it comes to the community-- and for Vincent, in Father’s case-- but that can’t/isn’t/won’t be healthy for ALL of Vincent in the long run. Also: the Biblical allegory of Father being God the Father and letting Vincent/His Son sacrifice himself for humanity definitely contributes to the Buster trust issues.)

Snow and Vincent’s conversation, names and faces, and Vincent’s growl in answer. Gabriel the name, “your child”, the ring as a peace offering/trap… Buster’s not going to be appeased/tricked. I like how the Other and Vincent intertwined in this moment: Buster won’t let Snow escape alive, but Vincent doesn’t directly kill him. Vincent taking the ring and dropping Snow’s body on the tower and yelling out Gabriel’s name. Here we go! 

As an aside, were there some theories before little Jacob was named that the showrunners would honor Great Expectations and call him Philip or Pip or something like that? I can at least see it being lobbed by someone at some point.

Ah, Snow. Another banger of a script from George R.R. Martin. He sure does know how to raise the stakes - and one's blood pressure.

Let's talk about it down here...

The dialogue in this one is so crisp. Love the conversation between Gabe and Snow at the zoo. "Creature features. Maybe I should make popcorn." *chef's kiss* This exchange delights me into laughter every time I watch it, simply for McHattie's delivery of his line here:

S: Not the stupid statue! He's not human.

G: So few of us are these days.

PASCAL READING GREAT EXPECTATIONS-- WINSLOW AND DEVIN MENTION (and, wait, Charles, Devin’s friend… WAIT. As an aside, wasn’t Nan naming the second baby Charles? And is that why, to honor Devin’s memory in a roundabout way, Vincent-style?)

She was going to do it to honor both Devin's friend Charles and Catherine's father, who was also named Charles. I love that scene with Vincent and Pascal. Quiet but so impactful.

It doesn’t seem like a coincidence that death/Snow follows Vincent down into the tunnels at the same time the goddess of the hunt/Diana does-- three sides of a triangle all angling towards each other with their own end goals.

Trust me, nothing in GRRM's writing is a coincidence. I love that you've picked up on the Diana/Huntress connection. Another aspect she has in common with Vincent.

Diana knocking through the tunnels like Snow.

And knocking down another wall in her search for Vincent, as he knocked them down to get to Cathy. Interesting subtext, huh?

Snow learning their names.

And Vincent knowing their faces.

I can’t help but think how Father’s willingness to give into Vincent’s sacrificial nature brings out the distrust and abandonment of the Other, which is probably why Buster trusts Catherine and Diana in Nan’s S4 the most: both women are willing to sacrifice themselves to save him from his own inane or useless sacrifices.

Nice catch!

I like how the Other and Vincent intertwined in this moment: Buster won’t let Snow escape alive, but Vincent doesn’t directly kill him. Vincent taking the ring and dropping Snow’s body on the tower and yelling out Gabriel’s name.

Game on, baby!

Yeah, there's a definite integration going on with Vincent & Buster this season. Lots of little hints dropped here and there.

As an aside, were there some theories before little Jacob was named that the showrunners would honor Great Expectations and call him Philip or Pip or something like that? I can at least see it being lobbed by someone at some point.

Not as far as I know; I've never heard or read anything along those lines. As far as I know the child was always going to be named after Father.

Not a whole lot more to say about this. You've covered all the bases really well and I'm delighted that you're picking up on all the little things most folks might not have.

Beggar's Comet is another wild ride. It's an Elliott-heavy episode but it also moves both V and D's story forward in important ways. And then there's A Time to Heal, which is superb from start to finish - my favorite of S3. It's the pilot episode all over again, but flipped. Or as Nan liked to jokingly describe it: the episode where two people watch each other sleep. 🤣

P.S. I've managed to upload Maxine Mayer's This Massive Darkness and AWTN 1 under my pseud, The Dream Weavers Helper, on my AO3 page. AWTN 2 is next. I'm planning on getting all of Nan's stuff there eventually. But there's tons of transcription boo-boos to fix. A labor of love, for sure.

[strangerthings-fan-fiction]

Max's Big Sister

What if you were in Stranger Things as Max's sister? Well here's the script of the scene that introduces your character.

(Note: The dialogue isn't formatted correctly, sorry. Tumblr doesn't really support script format hahaha)

INTERIOR - DAY- HAWKINS- THE CREEL HOUSE

Steve, Nancy, Robin, Dustin, Lucas, Erica, and Max are moving around the house with flashlights. They have split up in an attempt to find Vecna through the flickering of their flashlights.

Robin: I got him! Got him! (beat) I… I had him.

EXTERIOR- DAY- THE FRONT OF THE CREEL HOUSE

We see the back of someone as they head up the steps of THE CREEL HOUSE as they smoke a cigarette. They stop on the porch, not stepping over the threshold of the open door. They knock loudly on the doorframe.

Stranger (loudly): Hello? (beat) Hello?

INT.- THE CREEL HOUSE

Lucas and Max look in the direction of the yelling. We follow them through the house till we see everyone converge in the hallway. They are looking down the hall, presumably at the stranger on the porch.

Nancy (quietly): Um, who is that?

Everyone looks confused, except Max. We see recognition in her eyes.

Max: That’s my sister.

We quickly DOLLY FORWARD down the hall till it’s a CLOSE UP of the stranger a.k.a. Max’s sister. She takes a finishing drag on her cigarette before dropping it to the ground and stomping it out. Max’s sister is a badass. She looks directly down the lens as she addresses Max.

You: You were supposed to call me if things got bad.

WIDE SHOT of the group on one side of the hall and you on the other.

Max: Things aren’t bad.

You: Bullshit. Mom called me to say hi, which I could barely understand through all her drunken slurring. So I figured I’d better come down here and check it out. Turns out mom’s a mess and you've started running around with the cult.

Dustin: Actually, that’s just a huge misunderstanding.

Max: This isn’t a cult.

You: Sure, and that flashlight thing was totally normal.

Steve: Hang on. I'm Steve, okay? And listen, I get it. The flashlights flicking on and off is weird, but if we could explain-

You (interrupting): You’re lucky I haven’t asked why my little sister is hanging around with a full grown man, hair gel.

Steve (to himself): I use hairspray.

Max: Whatever. None of this matters. What matters is I didn't call you, and I don’t need your help.

You: Well that’s not really up to you. Get in the car, I’m taking you home.

Max: No.

You: Max, get in the car.

Max: I don’t have to do anything someone who hasn’t been in my life for the past two years wants me to do.

You: You’re upset, fair enough. We can talk about it in the car while I drive you home.

Lucas steps forward, looking to calm down a very confusing situation.

Lucas: Look, you don't know us, and we don't really know you. But it's obvious you want to protect Max. So do we. Can you just trust us when we say it would be better if she stayed here where we can watch out for her?

You and Max roll your eyes in sync. You’re definitely sisters.

Max: Not helping, Lucas.

You: She’s only safe if she’s with you guys? Yeah, this definitely doesn’t sound like a cult.

Max: It’s not a cult!

You: Then what’s going on?

Max: You wouldn't understand. It’s too hard to explain.

Dustin: Maybe we don’t have to explain. We’re here, we’ve got the flashlights. Maybe we can just show her. (addressing you) Can you keep a secret?

CLOSE UP on you. We watch you decide if you should insist Max goes with you or if you hear her and her friends out. You let out a defeated sigh, we know what you’ve chosen.

CUT TO BLACK

[tojikai]

Hello Kai! Here’s another excellent update! This time, I’m only going to talk about parts that I feel the most strongly so it might not be as long as my previous ask LOL.

I know I said in your ask box that we were about to feast on Rie’s tears, and we did! But after finishing this update, it feels like a little side treats to me bc what and how Rie thinks about this situation no longer matter. Simply speaking, it’s over. IT’S FUCKING OVER FOR HER. The curtain is lower now, Rie. Time to go bye-bye 😊.

I love how all this time, chapter 6 and chapter 7 are mirrored all the events in chapter 1 to chapter 4, and chapter 7, especially, is where this fucked up love triangle between Satoru, Rie, and Y/N is put to an end.

“He's been in a pinch since the night he kissed Rie, and a week after that, he broke up with you.”

You know, I’m pretty soft for Satoru at this point bc I’m glad that he has finally understood everything and realized the weight and consequences that he has to face for his actions. But whenever I’m reminded of the fact he jumped ship so quickly after meeting Rie, the hater in me surfaces again lol. I can’t say that I have experienced half the things that happened with Y/N, but you were able to put me in her shoes and make me empathize with her bc I know for sure that I wouldn’t let my ex return to me that easily if this was how fast he left me. But since Satoru has actually realized how impulsive he was, I want to believe that this Satoru we have now is very different from the one 2 months ago bc the emotional rollercoaster he experienced must surely rewire his brain and knock him down a peg lol.

"We need to talk, Rie." Hearing her boyfriend says her name made the movements of her hand pause. She looked at him with her mouth slightly ajar and her eyes filled with worry and shock. He rarely calls her by her name.

Okay, so this is where the breakup scene starts.

Once again, a bit off-topic but I find it interesting that Satoru only calls his girlfriend by nicknames and not their real name. At the same time, maybe I’m just used to consuming Japanese media but I find the use of real names, especially first names, feels much more intimate. Then again, I can see why using someone’s real name (full name especially) can make the person using it feel much more serious than they usually are. Just a thought.

This time, Satoru and Rie's breakup is parallel to the one he had with Y/N.

She's heard him speak your name a couple of times, but that's something that she'll always be ready to push aside and forget.

Unlike Y/N who got dumped without any warning whatsoever, Rie, subconsciously, already saw the signs of the end but she willingly ignored it to give into this false hope that she and Satoru would “get through” this even though what they have is nothing compared to a 5-years bond. Despite my general animosity for her, Rie is so pitiful at this point. People lie to others all the time but I think nothing is sadder than seeing someone lying to themselves. It’s pathetic yet miserable to witness that.

Also, what makes this breakup different from Y/N’s is that Satoru actually confesses his wrongdoing. For Y/N, it feels horrible bc it likes he didn’t care enough about her feeling to be upfront to her, but I think it’s rather the opposite here. Like I said before, I think he was trying to protect her and preserve their bond by not telling the truth. He clearly values his relationship with Y/N much more than with Rie, evidently with how he didn’t have much problem revealing the cheating to the latter. Why is that? That’s because he actually knows what he wants now and he wants to end things for real this time. So as much as it’s hard to believe, Satoru did grow because I don’t think past him is capable of this.

"Why?" Her voice came out as a whisper as she looked down, mouth twitching as she tried to hold back her cries. "Why did you suddenly want her again, Satoru?"

"I…We had sex."

I chuckled at this part, not because I find pleasure in it or whatever, but it’s because the way he says it is so horrible, awkward, and frankly, hilarious. It can’t get any more embarrassing than this. In the end, lying to herself cost Rie so many things. What I find different about Rie and Y/N's situation after the breakup is that, unlike Y/N who has Shoko and Suguru, Rie has no one to turn to after this. She’s not only bitchless, but she’s also friendless. Of course, I don’t feel bad for her because she brought this to herself and I’m sure she knows it very well, but I can see why she was so desperate to keep Satoru no matter how much others suffer for it.

Wow, the confrontation between Rie and Y/N went off without a hitch. It was so peaceful and I’m happy that it turned out like that. I don’t want these two to fight for Hoejo's pathetic ass anymore. I have enough of that in the initial chapters.

I’m kinda relief to see Suguru and Shoko not being mad at Y/N as much as I thought. It’s understandable why Shoko is more pissed but Suguru? Man, all hail Kai for giving us this sexy man WOOF WOOF. He was so ready to fight for Y/N’s honor ADLASDKSLKAASKDILOVEHIMSM!!!! And the pool scene??? I was so giddy reading that part. Want to drown myself just so he can save me LMFAOSDLSKJDASDADKASJ. And Nanami??? Sneaky, aren’t we? Hehehehe. But I guess this is as much as we can get from Mr. Nanami, being his coworker and all, unless….

Okay, but seriously, in Y/N’s first scene with Suguru, as much as this will break Suguru x Y/N shippers’ hearts, I don’t think they will end up with each other because on Y/N part, she only sees him as a very close friend and hell, she still thinks about Satoru at the end of it. Y/N is in a better state of mind now so even if Suguru makes a move on her, I doubt she would accept it. Her heart is still with someone else ☹. And what she wants the most right now is stability, not a relationship.

Unfortunately, God (Kai) decided that she can’t catch a break just yet because... TADAH! A FUCKING BABY is waiting for her ahead. Like, I have never thought about pregnancy and shit bc it feels a bit cliché for this fic but damn, I didn’t think you would actually use it ADLSDKADALKSDJSD. I mean, of course, of course, how can Satoru redeem himself in the last two chaps and an epilogue if this didn’t happen? I feel baffled but mostly, I am amused. I feel a bit bad for Y/N though because she thought peace had come at last but then BAM! B.A.B.Y. Hoje-to-Dadjo redemption arc is it then. Okay, honestly, I’m so weak for Dadjo. My all-time favorite JJK fics are always Satoru being a dad. You’re so dirty for hitting me with this. And I can’t help but love it even though I still think Satoru needs to grieve more, just saying.

I also like that you made Satoru want to get back to Y/N on his own accord first and not because she’s pregnant or some shit like that. Now that she may be pregnant, he has more of a reason to get closer to her now and I have no doubt that once he catches wind of it, he will cling to Y/N even more. This is either a good or a bad thing, depending on how you feel about him lol. I also see that many are not pleased with Y/N’s possible pregnancy and honestly, I think it’s perfect, only because it may address her massive issue with her neglectful parents. You said Y/N always wanted kids so there’s no way she will get rid of the baby,… I think. She will probably keep it and unlike her shitty parents, she will be a good mother to it. I just think having Satoru’s baby is not as bad as some people imagined it to be because it might have a positive effect on both Y/N’s and Satoru’s growth as a character. Y/N can learn to deal with her mommy and daddy issues while Satoru can learn to be more mature and a responsible adult. I’m just a sucker for character development, okay? (1/2)

you're so right about his brain being rewired😭 consequence after consequence, like it's a domino effect of what he's done from that night really taught him lessons. And yeah, what Rie (and also Satoru) has been doing all this time is make the rs work. like i mean that's how it's supposed to be but for it to get to the point where one would make excuses for things like calling the ex partner's name in their sleep? that's just really sad. tbh, that's just desperation. that's where their desperation shows. they want to be the perfect new couple so much that they try to downplay things that could never be and should never be downplayed, truly pitiful :(( Rie thought satoru could give her the love and affection that she has beenn craving for so long, it made her do and say things that a decent person wouldn't. in the end, it all backlashed. That's why during their confrontation, rie couldnt really get angry. she sees it as karma finally catching up to her. Shoko really got one nerve popping on her forehead that time, she just cant take it all out on yn bc of how it all happened and Suguru, i enjoyed writing his scenes so much😩 and nanami, ofc he's got a role to play too !! just not like Suguru's but kinda LMAO i cant explain it. and suguru and yn's first scene, yeah it's sad. she's really infatuated by suguru but she can't help but connect everything to satoru. As for pregnancy, it's really cliche. esp. as traps which im not so fond of LMAO so i dont really plan on using it like that :>