#kinda curious on if people would recognize me but also I don't wanna be recognized for that

[jjba-smash-or-pass]

[yndrgrl]

katsuki bakugo has a glow up during summer break, & now he has a lot of girls' attention

fluff. ooc! bakugo. bits of jealousy. sfw. x reader. acquaintances to lovers. long ass fic.

a/n: the horny content will continue after this message :) also i kinda got nerdy so just ignore my rambles about fighting haha

the whispers & murmurs buzzed like bugs throughout the halls of u.a. you couldn't help but eavesdrop when you heard lower classmen gush about how good katsuki looks, how he definitely had a summer glow up.

it's not that he was bad looking before, that's just not the case. so, when you heard that he somehow got hotter over the span of a few months, you grew curious.

your best friend, ochaco, began to rave about him. "no, you don't understand, y/n. have you seen him yet?"

"i haven't yet, but it doesn't matter! he's still rude as hell!" you told her. "besides, aren't you still going after midoriya?"

"yeah, but i can still appreciate attractive people," she retorted, shoving the rest of her her breakfast-on-the-go in her mouth. you fished your phone out of your school cardigan pocket to change your music when, like a kdrama (or a shitty fanfic), you ran into something-- no, someone.

speak of the devil. "oi! watch it!" the abrasive blonde spun around & met your eyes. his harden glare soften oh so subtly.

"i'm sorry," you quaintly apologized. it's the first day & the first hour of the next 180 days, & you're not going to get in a fight.

"it's whatever, just make sure where you're going next time," katsuki responded. his tone was still harsh, yet what he said was almost nice.

he walked off into the both of yours' classroom, leaving you & ochaco stunned. you both stared at each other, mouths agape. "what just happened?" she finally spat out.

"i have no idea."

"WAS HE JUST NICE?"

a week later, you sat in class, listening to mr. aizawa drone on about something so utterly boring, you'd rather stick your head in a toilet & flush it yourself. you let your eyes wander around the class. for the most part, everyone stayed the same.

then, your eyes landed on katsuki, who was seated by the window. now that you had time to think about it, he did change. his jawline was a tad sharper, his hair appeared more soft, & his shirt clung onto every inch of his upper body. he definitely bulked up during the summer.

his skin is clear, he must've also began caring for a sense of style because his fingers displayed grunge rings, & his eyes were somehow a darker, more alluring shade of crimson. wait, his eyes... were staring at you.

no, he was staring at you staring at him.

god, you felt like a creep. you were expecting him to yell at you, scowl through gritted teeth, but no. he didn't do any of that. he shot you a smirk, then went back to jotting notes.

confusion settled in after embarrassment. you couldn't help that a light pink dusted your cheeks. it wasn't noticeable though, thank goodness.

the subtle, weird antics didn't stop. maybe he's just playing with me or something, you wondered. or maybe i'm looking too much into thinks.

when passing him in the halls, he'd acknowledge you by giving you a small nod-- even if his friends were talking his ears off. he'd hold the doors open for you & only you, but would walk away quickly. he was treating you differently then he treats everyone else, & you don't know why.

"bakugo~" a girl you barely recognized greeted. "you look handsome today!"

he & his friends sat on the other side of your friends' long table. you were the closest to his squad, only three seats away from them. they could hear your conversations, but that means you could hear theirs.

"shut it, & eat your food," he scoffed, rolling his eyes. with his chopsticks, he picked at his bento box.

"ooo~ what did you pack?" she pressed as she inched closer to him. "aww, did your mom make that?"

"no, i did," he raised his voice. she wouldn't take the hint though.

she merely giggled, asking, "could you feed it to me? i wanna try some~" she crossed her arms under her breasts to intensify her cleavage. she was picture perfect, to say the least. any other guy would be drooling at the sight of her.

not bakugo though. he was goal-oriented, focused on the future, & not into dating from what you gathered. a small part of you is bummed out that he isn't interested in romance. he was practically everything you wanted in a guy after all-- just minus the whole "jerk" part.

"what are you looking at, bakugo?" you didn't realize you were staring -once again- until the girl whipped her head around & caught your gaze. her cattish smile dropped into a thin line. "quit staring, idiot-"

"don't call her that, bitch."

both yours & her eyes widened at the quickness & unexpected defensiveness spewed by bakugo. he stuck some of his egg omelette in his mouth, unbothered.

"wh-what? i don't think i heard you, bakugo."

he swallowed his food, ran his tongue across his top teeth, and started to pick up more food with his chopsticks, reiterating, "don't talk to y/n like that, got it?" he put the food in his mouth.

she scoffed, humiliated. "i have to leave," she said, voice dropping at least an octave. your eyes trailed her as she sat with her friends, & they immediately began gossiping. how could you tell? the way they all looked back at you with a nasty expression on their faces.

you returned your attention back to bakugo, who had both your friends & his friends floored with what just happened. "thanks for that," you started. "you really didn't have to do that."

"i know i didn't, but someone had to shut her up."

you replied, "i mean, i'm sure there was a nicer way."

"i tried," he told you with that small smirk on his face again. "she didn't get the hint, i have to be more obvious."

"yeah, in more ways than one," a friend on his side, sero, snickered.

"hey, what's that supposed to mean?!" classic katsuki, reverting back to yelling.

ever since that happened, your friends haven't stopped talking about it since. "guys, c'mon. it's almost been a week," you groaned. you were all getting ready in the school locker room to do hand-to-hand, no quirk combat with a celebrated instructor.

"i think bakugo likes you~" ochaco teased in a sing-songy voice.

you tried to reason, "maybe he was just annoyed with her, & it has nothing to do with me."

"i don't know, y/n," momo laughed, pulling her hair into a ponytail. "he seemed pretty into you."

"no way, not bakugo-"

"well, why not bakugo?" mina, who just so happened to be good friends with said man, asked while she slipped on her shoes.

"because we all know what he's like. he doesn't really scream the dating type, you know?" you grabbed a water bottle & locked your back into your locker.

mina shrugged, & ochaco said, "you said one time that bakugo was the closest to your type... do you like him?"

"WHAT?"

the rest of the conversation was cut short when tsuyu pointed out they should be in the training room by now, causing all the girls to scramble out of the locker room.

the instructor, once the bell rang, introduced himself. he was a nice man seemingly. he was a well-seasoned martial artist who knew what he was talking about.

after his brief speech, he had his assistant -a younger, more egotistical guy- be his dummy when explaining a move. "does anyone have any questions?" he asked. no one answered. "cool, find a partner, & try it out."

everyone scurried to find their partners. pair by pair, no one chose you... all except-

"hey you, be my partner," bakugo practically demanded.

"me?"

"no, the wall behind you. yes, you, y/n," he joked, the same smirk only you get to see on his face. this time, however, it was a full-blown smirk.

"are you sure?"

"yeah," he scoffed, dragging you by the arm to an empty space. he studied how your face contorted from surprise to concern. "listen, if you think you're gonna drag me down or whatever, you're not-"

"no, it's not that," you interrupted. you felt your pride inflate slightly.

"then what is it?"

"i just don't want to hurt you."

it was his turn to be shocked. what did you mean by that?

the first hour went by, techniques were taught, & moves were learned. however, now it was the time that really put things to the test: open spar. it was at this time in training when things got heated. everyone in the room gives it their all no matter what, so the atmosphere turns into something animalistic, yet so empowering.

but before that, is a small water break. speaking of water, where did you leave yours? you swear you brought it in. bakugo must've seen how confused you appeared when he offered (or told you), "here, take some of mine."

too thirsty to even care the open-mouthed expressions from your peers, you took the bottle from his outstretched hand. "thank you!" you cheered, taking a few sips then handing it back to him.

"was that even enough? you barely drank anything," he jested. it sounded like he was teasing you, but, again, he said something like he cared about your well-being.

"yeah, i'll be fine. the worst that can happen is i'll faint."

"you better not. i need a good training partner."

"oh whatever, you're getting a good training partner."

suddenly, the instructor boomed, "water break is over! get back with your partner for sparring!"

once everyone huddled back with their partners & got situated, the instructor explained briefly that everyone will be grappling ("no striking" he repeated ten times as well) five minute rounds, switch partners, another five minute round, & so on so forth. "alright got it?"

"yes sir!"

"good," he nodded to his assistant, who got the stop watch ready, "3, 2, 1, go!"

yoy & katsuki go into your stances. one thing about being shorter than him is that, in the game of wrestling, you're at in advantage at first. "don't go easy on me," you told him, it was meant as a warning

"i was just about to tell you i wasn't." the moment he finished, he took a double-leg shot. it was executed near flawless-- emphasis on the near.

you sprawled your legs back, collapsing your body on top of his. you drove your shoulder into his neck, which resulted in bakugo's face smushed against the mat. he might be strong, but no one's neck is that strong to hold up an entire person. you heard him audibly groan "fuck!"

you caught his arm & his head with one of yours. the two of you were on your knees, but your goal was to get him flat, stomach down. with his trapped arm & leg, you pulled him out from under you & quickly sped towards his back. you mounted him, keeping yourself close to his. you gazed up at your instructor, who gave you a knowing nod of approval.

like a good fighter, katsuki sprung his head up. he missed your nose, instead having his skull collide with your cheek. it hurt, but you had to keep going. "since when did you learn how to wrestle?"

"what do you mean?" you thought everyone knew. you swore that you've mentioned it in front of the class.

"you're fucking good, you know that?" he praised as he fought of your hands.

"you're not too bad yourself," you told him before you crossbody locked him.

"no, i'm being serious. you're too damn good. you're gonna be my partner every time we grapple."

you & bakugo, now you call him katsuki, have only grown closer since then. he would take time out of his study session to ensure you understood the material. before he could finish, the library assistant -a girl around your age- would ask if he needed help with anything, shy blush on her face.

other times he'd walk with you back to your dorms when a group of girls would ask for his number.

it was a constant occurrence; girls notice him, ask for something, then ultimately get rejected. it wasn't in a nice way either. he always degraded & humiliated them, but they'd let him because of how handsome he was.

it was a saturday afternoon where you & katsuki got food from a nearby convenience store & sat in the park. no scheduled training or overwhelming amounts of homework. he insisted on paying for you, & who are you to reject free food?

"okay, but i really have to ask," you started, eating your food, "why aren't you dating anyone?"

"i don't know," he simply put it, downing a bottle of a protein drink.

"you do know, you're just not telling me." you actually didn't know if that was true, you were just bluffing.

"fine, i'm just waiting for a some girl to realize i like her," he admitted so nonchalantly, as if he didn't drop a mind bomb.

your mood dampened. he was your dream guy, the more you hung out with him. you might have developed a crush on him, yet you didn't even realize he liked anyone else.

"no way! who?" you had to sound enthused or he would know something was up.

"no one, forget i said anything," he cleared.

"i want to know~ i can help find out her favorite flowers or something so you can confess!"

"really?" he asked, brow quirked. you nodded your head.

"tch, alright. what's your favorite flower?"

that didn't make any sense. "what?"

"you said that you're gonna help me confess, so what's your favorite flower?"

"katsuki, i don't think she has the same favorite flower than me."

"oh my god, you're so fuckin' dense," he muttered under his breath. "i want to know your favorite flower, y/n, so i can confess." his cheeks reddened as he gave you intense stare, studying your expression. it was still confused.

"confess to who-" he cut you off by putting his hand behind your head & pulling you into a kiss. it was gentle, passionate, & truly shocking to you.

"confess to you, idiot," he panted when the two of you pulled away. "i'm already here," he said with a fuck-it attitude.

"y/n, i've liked you for a long time, a really long time. i thought i made it obvious but you never really caught on cuz you're a dumbass or something."

you laughed, & he smiled at you.

he continued, "so then shitty hair told me i had to make it even more obvious, so that's what i've been doing this entire year."

"but all those girls-"

"yeah well i didn't know i was getting a fan club this year. honestly, they don't fuckin' matter though. what matters is you & i," he told you, his face still so close to yours. "so tell me, if you feel the same."

"i-i do," you stuttered out. in your defense, you were not used to such close proximity to anyone, let alone a sculpture chiseled by ancient greeks themselves.

"say it again," he said, voice deep & eyes half lidded. "i need to hear it again."

"i do, katsuki," you repeated per his request. "i really, really like you."

he pulled you into another kiss, & you both felt each other smile. it felt right.

[zabiume]

TW: CHILD ABUSE (incase you are sensitive to that subject and would rather ignore this ask. Totally understandable!)

This may just be me, and it's likely not to happen, but if the hell arc is expanded upon, I kinda wanna see orihime's parents in hell. I have a pretty lose grasp on bleach lore unless it involves ori, but if Irc, human souls can go to hell (like that one hollow in Chad's first arc) if they've done really bad things. Being literal child abusers, I'm assuming they may have ended up there if they had died already. Apart of me wants to see them there so that I know they got what was coming to them, and another part of me just wants orihimes reaction knowing they're in hell. I knows it's not the most important thing in her story, and she may not even Remember her own parents that well either. I'm just genuinely curious and intrigued by how it would play out.

i don't think it's completely impossible given the little we know about hell, but as you said, the chances of it happening on paper are unlikely. orihime's parents mainly seem like convenient plot devices to make sora her most important and primary family member, which i think is consistent with kubo's general tendency to gravitate towards sibling relationships.

i think about the bleach pilot a lot, because a) it gives us major hints about what kubo thought was absolutely essential – essential enough that it survived two drafts, and b) it showed us what he wanted to change, and one of those changes was how orihime's father ended up becoming orihime's brother in the main story. this idea of a brother protecting her from the looming, ambiguous horror of her parents (people she doesn't even remember) forms a major part of their relationship, but i'm not sure how orihime would react to them being in hell. the one-shot implies that it's some sort of horrible fate for the captains (AKA, there is something truly sinister and awful about that place), so i'm not sure orihime would be happy about anyone being there, considering how much she sympathized with the arrancars in hueco mundo. either way, it's unlikely she would even recognize them, but i'm sure she wouldn't harbor any major resentment because she had her brother, and she's since gone on to meet people that truly love her, so i'd say she's mostly moved on from all that.

thematically, i think orihime's parents are used best when they represent the emptiness of her life, the lack of a loving family. i also think, given orihime's experiences with bullying, she might have even internalized their abuse in some implicit way, believing that there is something fundamentally wrong and weak about her (<- which is why she's targeted so often by violent people). a lot of abuse victims blame themselves, and we know orihime used to be extremely self-critical, so i'm more interested in their presence when they're used as lingering "ghosts" within orihime's own deepest and darkest insecurities rather than her ever seeing them again physically

[purplerose244]

Watched the ninth episode of LEGO DreamZzz: LOVED IT!

So, I might be crazy, but I think I saw a video on Youtube saying that... there are episodes after the tenth? Like another set of ten episodes? Is this for real? I'D BE VERY HAPPY IF IT WAS BUT I'M NOT SURE IF IT'S TRUE 🥹

Edit: NEW EPISODES INCOMING SOON I'M SO HAPPY AAAAAAAAAA- 😍😍😍😍😍

I'm curious on how the finale will play out, I'm pretty confident Logan will do something stupid as it is basically his meme at this point, as for the rest do we have enought time to meet the Sandman at this point?

GOTTA SEE TO FIND OUT!

SHORT SHEEPED

Alright, my guess is that the title is a play on words with the fact that it's sheep week... but I can't tell what it is so I guess I'll move on 😅

Wait

WAIT

OMG I'M SO STUPID THE SHEEPS ARE BECAUSE OF THE DREAMS

I was wondering why choosing this animal, lol, and the Wolves are the enemies so yeah that makes sense 😂

Back to Logan making very questionable choices, including breaking in!

He might actually have less self esteem than Mateo at this point, which is a pretty low bar if I may say. While Teo is getting more confidence, it looks like Logan is losing it, interesting parallel

LOGAN WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS 😱😱

Also I just noticed that Lance got Kai's LEGO hair model, kinda funny seeing this with Vincent's new character

No I will not stop talking about Vincent Tong I love him and he deserves it ❤️

Not sorry

I don't think I'll get over having the Nightmare King going bro or dude 🤣

Aaaand the boy got taken

AAAAND BEFORE THE MATCH LOGAN YOU COULD HAVE DONE IT AT ANY OTHER GIVEN TIME WHY DID IT HAVE TO BE NOW 😱😱😱😱

I think Logan improved some, I scream at him mostly because he's a doofus that needs some judgement

Maybe that's why he hangs with Cooper lol

Yooo look at Coop not taking any more of Logan's crap, I'd say he's forgiven a gargantuan amount of flaws in that guy so it makes sense for him to be at his tipping point at last 🤷🏻‍♀️

Wait wait WAIT did he say "at the Hamptons with his moms"? Like a couple of moms? I don't wanna read this wrong and maybe it's mom's for some reason, but if it was it would be AWESOME 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈

WAIT ARE WE INVITING ZOEY IN?? PLEASE SAY YES 😍😍

Izzie got powers beyond our imagination, and I don't know if I wanna know what she said to the coach 😂

Pff Z is just there eating chips

WHY DID YOU THROW THE BALL AT Z BLOB I LAUGHED AT THAT SCENE FOR AN HOUR WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME LOOK AT THAT SLIME 😂💚😂💚

Heeeeeyyyyy Zoey!

After hearing that bit of backstory I feel sorry for her, but I agree with Mateo, she should do something other that plan revenge all night 😅

Aaaand she got offended. Plan was good Mateo, I was on board

BACK TO LOGAN'S VERY NOT GOOD DAY

I mean, we knew Lunia's hourglass was broken, I don't know why they thought it would work just like that

I just realized that the Night Hunter's VA is Alessandro Juliani, and I'm still amazed by this guy because he is seemingless! I can never recognize him on my own, he blends with his characters so well it's so cool 💚💚

TEO IS SO SWEET I SWEAR 😭😭 I like that at first it seemed like him and Zoey had nothing in common, but in fact they both have problems with people

ZOEY IS NOT TAKING ANY CRAP AND SHE'S OFFICIAL ON THE TEAM 😍😍😍

I love this sassy girl so much

DUDE LOGAN YOU LOOK ADORABLE WITHOUT YOUR HAT 😍

Huh, I... huh. I did not expect Logan to actually befriend one of those creatures, but I think it has a nice sense to it. If there is someone treating the whole dream situation chaotically, it has to be him

Aaaand they're gonna use that against him. Great 😰 Also do all creatures form the Dream World like chips?

Yeah, sorry Teo, but if you wanna be the protagonist you gotta learn how to make inspiring speech during difficult times. That's just the rule 🤷🏻‍♀️

Logan is still looking for ways to dream craft, huh? Poor guy just wants to be part of the team... he has a bit of a confused perception of how to be a team player, granted, but poor Logs 😅

Nuuuu don't make Logan fight his new friend, why?? Is crafting without a hourglass even useful, like, it's possible and we saw it but I don't really know to which extent it can be brought without hourglass

... that's actually an interesting thought 🤔

NEVER MIND THAT SOCCER FIGHT SOCCER FIGHT

Cooper is the goal keeper then?

Why are these kids playing dirty and why does it make sense this is middle school?

YOOOOO LOGAN TURNED INTO A LITTLE BLUE CREATURES WHAT THE HECK IS THAT WHAT HE WAS TURNING INTO THE OTHER TIMES HE WENT BLUE?!?!

FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT

YOU DID NOT PUT ZOEY DOWN 😡😡😡

Yeeeee, that's it Mateo! That's how you inspire people! 😍 Of course he got mad after they went after Zoey 💕

THE FLIPPING CHICKEN 😂😂😂 Mah boy here is creative everywhere

LOGAN IS KILLIN IT, LOOK AT HIM GO

TEO MADE A GOAL!!!!!!!! MY BABY MADE IT YES!!!!!!!! I LOVE THESE KIDS SO MUCH YOU GUYS MADE IT!!!!!!!!! 💚🩷❤️💜

AAAAAAAAAAA LOOK AT THOSE HUGS OMG AAAAAAAA 😍🥰🥰🥰😍🥰🥰😍😍😍🥰🥰😍🥰😍🥰 You don't understand, I LOVE LEGO hugs for whatever reason! Cooper hugged Izzie and made her swirl!! 😍😍😍😍 ZOEY PICKED UP MATEO!!! 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰 Zoey is a strong girl, Mateo got great taste

Aww, Logan gave up on the power! Good on him... after making a HUGE mess, but baby steps as always 😅

Oh yeah you guys should head to where Logan is, only to tell him you won... no other reason other than celebrating... no reason at all... did I say no reason?

Okay maybe one reason

So the finale is saving Logan? I mean, they're pretty good at saving people, I'd say it can end pretty well! 💪💪

LOOKING FORWARD TO THE (possibly) LAST EPISODE OF THIS BEAUTIFUL SHOW 🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩

[lakemichigans]

sooooo my wifi has been out for nearly 24 hours and despite it making me go a little insane, it DID give me time to finish until dawn! i was a lot closer to the end of the game then i thought i was, goddamn, and i think i only had? two? deaths? chris and josh. wait no thats wrong, mike died in the explosion. i might do a replay if my wifi doesn't come back soon because im at a serious deficit of other stuff to do rn, EA app wont let me open sims 3 bc its not connected to wifi 😭 i enjoyed it a lot more than i expected, but i kinda dislike how much it didnt really tie up jess and matt falling into the mines? like they both crawled out together but then it just ends there, they didn't meet up with anyone else which kinda stunk. i do wanna do an everyone lives run really bad tho, i think i know what choices i have to make for the most part?? i know for everyone other than josh because the butterfly effect for it was SO VAGUE "sam missed a crucial piece of information -> josh didnt recognize hannah on time" girl WHAT does that even MEAN but yeah okay ill stop rambling now djwjfkqkq

oh interesting!! i'm not surprised that josh died, most people don't find the crucial piece of information on their first playthrough (i'll tell you where to find it under the cut if you don't want to be spoiled!)

but i totally agree about jess and matt! when they were developing the game, jessica was supposed to ALWAYS die during mike's chase sequence, but then they decided they wanted each of the characters to have the option of survival, so they added that short jessica segment towards the end. but this is where i think until dawn fails miserably at satire. they have the "blonde slut" being punished for promiscuity and the token black character who is widely regarded as the easiest to kill by accident. it's like they're making fun of those archetypes without doing anything subversive about it. so the reason why jessica & matt feels lackluster is because it most definitely was an afterthought. they kind of assumed both of them would already be dead by this point :/

i'm actually fine with the police interviews being the only ending, although i would've loved to see some of the stronger relationships reunite ;-; there's a little bit of variation in the interviews depending on what choices you made and who died. knowing that the characters themselves haven't reunited yet (they're still asking about each other in their interviews) makes it a little better for me because at least i don't feel like i missed anything off screen, if that makes sense

also i'm so curious how you got chris killed?? ashley didn't lock him out did she? chris has a lot of possible death scenes but imo they're pretty hard to get organically so i'm always interested when i hear that he died in a blind playthrough

how to "save" josh:

when you're playing as sam and wading through the water with mike in the mines, you have to walk to the left (i think) of the water wheel and there's an extra area. HIGHLY recommend you find it because it explains a lot about the game!! it bothers me that they made it optional and the totem that hints at it is sooo vague

[sinkingtime]

Remaking the DCU 2: Now with facts!

If you haven't read my first DCU post, well I cannot blame you, it was long. Still, today won't make sense. I've just done the research for all the things I said I didn't wanna look up at the time.

It has also given me ideas for future stuff, which I will post at some later time; and a few corrections to the original post, which I'm having here.

At the end I have a question of the "does this make me bigoted" kind. I'm serious, I want to hear some opinions. Nonetheless, if you'd rather not interact with that, just stop reading after the bullet points.

The company Steel worked for was "AmerTek Industries". It reappears in relation to him sometimes, and was used in some of the Arkham games, but otherwise doesn't have anything.

He originally lived in Metropolis, later on moved to Washington, the real city. My movie could be in either: I would prefer to have a mix of real and fictional cities, but since the fictional ones need sets, there'll always be someone that recognizes something. You could always say it's like the Tower of Tokyo, an intentional reproduction of an existing landmark, but there's only so many times you can pull that excuse. On the other hand, I'm not filming for real, so it doesn't matter. Metropolis it is.

There's actually a "Jinx" in the comics. She's a sorceress from India, her gimmick is that she needs to touch the ground to do magic. Presumably any part of her body would work, but it seems to mostly be an excuse to draw her barefoot. Much as I may appreciate that, I'm keeping the purple one, thanks.

This movie is in the fictional Coast City. In the comic it was destroyed by Mongul, that should be the name of the "demon lord" she thinks the cult is summoning, or of the head cultist.

Because the other Jinx was indian but mine isn't, that made me look at indian heroes. I pick "Freak", with the power to control her hair, like Golden Darkness from To-Love Ru and Medusa from Inhumans, but her hair is black. Someone needs to make a crossover with women with that power in all possible hair colours.

Anyways, Freak is primarily a member of the Doom Patrol, which is a super team composed of people who are commonly ostracized as a result of their powers; sometimes they are credited with inspiring the X-men. We don't need them. Her power is due to an alien and she struggles to control it; I'd ditch the former but keep the later. Her name is Ava, no surname i can find.

Naturally, this means Coast City ends in India after the teleport. I couldn't find any fictional cities there, so just somewhere away from the ocean.

If there's the after-credits about the Wayne Foundation fixing the city, everybody always calls it just that aloud, but I want a view of some document or newspaper showing that it's formally the "Thomas and Martha Wayne Foundation".

Turns out the Wonder Twins are aliens. I'll actually go ahead and remove that, mine are just randomly powered humans. Superman and Pink Lantern fill my quota for "aliens hiding among humanity", not counting the secret civilizations.

For my original flying paramedic, both names are kinda taken, but also technically not? Curious coincidence.

"Streak" was the Flash-type from the Justice League (cartoon) episode where they travel to an imaginary world created by a dying psychic child.

There is no "Stripe" but there is a "S.T.R.I.P.E.", a giant robot piloted by Patrick Dugan, who is Stargirl's stepdad and sidekick. I actually knew that dude, he's in the show and even uses the robot sometimes; I just didn't remember the robot's name.

I also learned there is a third season of Stargirl, gotta watch that sometime.

Anyways, I pick "Streak". They clearly chose the name for the same reason I had, it sounds fast. He was clearly based on an older version of Flash, Jay Garrick I would guess, so I will go full circle: my character was inspired in-universe by the Flash in the League, made her costume similar to him. I even would like a scene, if there's screentime, where he looks at her and tells her he wishes he could also fly; maybe sincerely, maybe intentionally after seeing she's looking sad.

This probably means she's from his city, Central City, though we may also pull the doubly-fictional Seaboard City from the episode. I would like to name her after that Streak's civilian name, but he didn't have one.

King Shark is from Hawaii, so we may get a scene set there, as the heroes talk about their heroic exploits. He's sometimes descended from some vaguely mystical people, but it's probably safe to remove that. Everything else I can find about him is extremely villainous, so I was already disregarding all that.

Turns out "Static Shock" was just the name of the cartoon, the character and most versions of the comic are just "Static". I've been using both exchangeably. Sorry.

His real name is Virgil Hawkins, named after a real-life lawyer who was banned from law school on account of racism, and whose struggle against that was ultimately important in making things better. It's actually pretty heartwarming, I encourage you to read on him. For now the point is that, if Static gets teased in Justice League, it should be under his civilian name.

As I thought, the time of Robin's death was not established in BvS; the director said in an interview that he intended it to have been 10 years earlier. Good enough for me, just push Pink Lantern's timeline back those two years.

He also confirmed it's supposed to be Dick Grayson that died, but I had suspected as much and didn't care before; that's an intentional change.

Stargirl's city is called Blue Valley, in Nebraska. A previous Flash (Wally West) was also from that city, our Flash (Barry Allen) may know of it because of that.

Livewire's name is Leslie Willis.

Military ranks are a mess, changing all over time and space. I found multiple mentions of "Sergeant" being either the highest level that doesn't have subordinates or the lowest that does. So that's my choice for Supergirl, people can just assume she had leadership experience. Maybe we can even suggest it would have been true, had her future not been so heavily depopulated.

Matrix Supergirl was "an artificial lifeform", not nanobots, though I retconned that away either way. I was right that she was from a pocket universe, though it doesn't seem to have been artificially created. Most of her life is as I remembered from Death and Return, shortly after she fused with an angel and I stop caring.

For the Static movie, their powers are from the police using an untested, not-yet-approved experimental tear gas to suppress the gang fight (peaceful protest in my version). I had thought they'd just shot something they shouldn't and spilled chemicals over them. This is absolutely worth bringing over.

Now that I know his name matters, I want that to be referenced. He would have been named after the historical figure in-universe. I'm thinking a teacher guesses it's a Divina Commedia reference, and he gets up and explains.

For villains, the most interesting one is Francis Stone alias Hot-Streak, a stereotypically hot-headed pyromancer. That's definitely our cop turned superhero wannabe turned main villain.

Second most interesting was Ivan Evans alias Ebon, who can teleport through shadows and vaguely control them. If the spin-off is not (Poison) Ivy, it should be this guy.

They also have someone with blades made of light. Nothing special about him except I'm pretty sure he and Ebon are here to rip off marvel's Cloak & Dagger.

He operates out of Dakota City, as far as I can figure out the real one. That's good enough, but I do have one unsolved case of arson later; may be worth moving this all to Gotham City just to suggest that it was Hot-Streak.

Diana doesn't have as many aliases as I expected; it seems she didn't get into as many shenanigans as Superman during the Golden Age because she was too busy doing BDSM. Seriously, did you know he was the first Nightwing?

Of the aliases she's had, most of them are explicitly about her femininity; which makes perfect sense, it's just a bit inconvenient right now. I did find one mention of "Knight Eternal", but no citation or context; the only other Knight Eternal I found on DC is just an immortal who's good with swords. That's basically a lesser Wonder Woman already, hardly someone she'd usurp. I'm inclined to believe that mention was fake.

So I realized I'd been a fool. The people of the eighties will know her masked alter-ego as "The Prince". Barbara will then be "The Duke". Have their clothes be shakesperean-style, and the masks be masquerade ball masks, rather than the zorro-style thing I was imagining but didn't actually mention.

Cheetah, and specifically the Barbara Ann (surname varies) version, did indeed derive her powers from a magical artifact: a dagger she cut herself with as part of the ritual. I'm keeping my brooch but using that to rework a few things. The first time she takes it, instead of experiencing any magic, she accidentally cuts her hand. She checks the brooch but there's no blood on it, she's relieved; the audience hopefully thinks she should have been more curious about that. The initial sensory overload comes whlie she's driving home, after having stayed late at work (so Diana already went "home"), the Prince saves her from accidentally driving into the river. Since Diana later claimed they were together at the time, that means they were driving somewhere after-hours; add that to the list of things their coworkers mention innocently that make her sweat bullets.

Since she has a car now, the noise that wakes her after first putting away (but not formally Forsaking) the brooch was her own alarm. Yes I checked and they did have car alarms in '84. In the morning she finds it gone, but since she's magic now, she just runs to work. That makes Diana suspicious, she checks on the brooch but it's there and she doesn't think Barbara could have hidden it so quickly, so she just figures all that excercise was good for her friend. Also, her second round of patrols is no longer random, she's specifically hunting down her (recently expensively repaired) car, and its thief.

Turns out the Smithsonian Institute where they work is just a few blocks from the Potomac River, in Washington. So that's where she buries her friend at the end, at the bank of the river. Probably the same spot where she saved her earlier. Also, she says something like "I'm sorry it wasn't meant to be".

Turns out Rick Flag has a single "g". My bad. Nothing of interest about him, just a career soldier who ends up entangled with supers.

There's two Hawkmen. One is an alien cop, one is a human with an ancient magical and/or superscience wing pack. Also sometimes they are secretly the same, or got fused, or one was a cover for the other; this guy is convoluted. Anyways, for my version he's definitely the human, Carter Hall, either just happens to have wings or found the magic wing belt. Doesn't really matter.

Because the ex-cop from Static is now a pyrokinetic, we don't need Diablo anymore. Instead, Black Manta needs to be in Task Force X. I absolutely forgot that he had survived Aquaman. He's definitely the one with the mission to find something worth stealing, specifically picked for his existing experience with the stuff; Rick Flag knew nothing about that. He's perfect!

Supergirl's real name, so to speak, is alpha-charlie-two-five-two-alpha-charlie-two-four-seven-sierra-one-six-sierra-victor-tango-one, being the first appearances of Supergirl in general, the Legion of Superheroes and Matrix Supergirl, and the Superman vs Terminator elseworld, for fun.

Indeed it was Kara Zor-El that was a member of the Legion, though I was wrong about it being simultaneous; there's some real-life stuff, but basically she got demoted from her own comics to Superman's family to a large super-team. Anyways, I pretty much knew that it wasn't Matrix, that's an intentional change on my part.

The city she operates in is National City. So this character has two bad names associated with it. Whatever, we keep it.

I couldn't find much in the way of an actual supporting cast for her new neighbour in the end; she mostly didn't keep up her civilian identities, it seems. I could pull someone from the CW show, but instead I'm choosing her strained friend and ex-roommate from Red Daugther of Krypton (and presumably earlier), Siobhan Smythe.

Siobhan is also Silver Banshee, who has a sonic attack that also vaguely drains life, and she speaks all languages, or all languages of people she's touched, or something. I like that last power, makes me want to find an excuse to bring her back actually. For her actual scene she's just an easter egg though; maybe she wears a t-shirt for a band called "The Silver Banshees", which I checked and doesn't seem to exist; but probably not, I expect her name is weird enough to make people look it up.

Punchline is much newer than I assumed, invented during COVID. I couldn't find any info on romantic attachments or orientation for her, save for her fixation on Joker. So let's play it safe and say she doesn't hook up with Harley. She'll have to wait for Ivy I guess.

Superman's heroic montage in BvS is shorter than I'd expected. The "hands" part actually starts with him bringing a kid from a burning building; that can just be Harley arriving with the food, maybe she burned the oven or maybe we ignore that part. There's also a bit where he saves people from a flooded city, or more accurately poses dramatically in front of them with the implication that he may save them soon-ish; that's just a cat stuck in a pool, on one of those floating cushion things, she's standing at the edge judging the jump. Finally he saved a part of an exploding rocket, presumably the part that contains the astronauts; I've no idea what to do with that, the rocket isn't important, but it has to be something she'd logically carry like he was carrying the rocket piece. And it's all intercut with various news people explaining to us what Superman means to the world (because his movie didn't), so that's replaced with her therapist explaining to her how much better she seems to be doing, how proud she should be and what hopes he has for her going forward.

As mentioned, the burned beauty shop should be implied to be ex-officer Stone, from Static (unless he died in Task Force X). If that movie was moved to Gotham that's enough, if it wasn't then he had some sort of "tell" we can see in the forensic report, which they don't understand.

Looking up Chloe Sullivan reminded me her actress got involved with some bad stuff. Reminder that I like the character, not the real person. Also, don't look that up in front of children. Anyways, there isn't anything in particular about the character that I didn't remember or would like to add.

I had forgotten that Lobo is in Red Daugther of Krypton! I thought it started with the Silver Banshee fight, but actually he starts it by provoking her and then leading her to Earth when he regrets it, in hopes she has friends who can calm her down. This doesn't matter, I changed him enough and my Red Daugther is completely different, it's just a funny coincidence.

His species is called "Czarnian". So yes, Supergirl knows that, she calls him out from the bar entrance like that.

DC doesn't have a Prime Directive. Understandable. I would steal the name from Star Trek, but it's just "General Order One", not useful. The vulcans allegedly have or had a similar rule named after one "Savar", though I think that's in a novel; the only other Savar I found was a minor New Generation character, who presumably was named after the historical one, possibly retroactively. May be worth stealing his name for the one Supergirl doesn't pronounce right, but maybe we just drop that particular bit.

not!Starfire's name is Koriand'r, her planet is Tamaran, and her people are tamaranians. Also found out she uses an human name, Kory Anders. I'm keeping the "Star" hint/red herring, but she may be Star Anderson in reference. We probably wouldn't get to see that, though.

Since Coast City ended up in India, they will go straight west from the Sahara, before starting getting side-tracked by tourist stuff. Since they will pass by Alaska after all, this may be the opportunity to court that sweet, sweet Chinese propaganda money.

Found some Legion-era swearwords, most useful seems "Grife". May be worth going back to add it to Supergirl somewhere.

The first movie I couldn't fill in before will be Freak. I don't have an actual plot, but I like her power, and her city was recently tremendously disrupted, even if the foreigners have all gone back by now. Also may want to establish an excuse for why Lobo and Supergirl found Coast City fully abandoned; utilities don't work of course, but you'd expect squatters. Other than that, don't actually bring in the Doom Patrol (since she joined the League), but do check their members and common enemies for names and rough personalities for others in the cast; though nobody else should have powers, except maybe the bad guy.

The poster for Freak may change depending on what the actual plot would be, but for now I'm picturing an ornate hair comb, multiple teeth broken.

As I remembered, the video of Cyborg in Justice League (canon) was ambiguous. I now assume it was on purpose; if market research showed they should make a Cyborg movie, they wanted the liberty to give him a living father or a dead one. So for my imaginary franchise, I'm officially declaring that Bruce totally sent Diana a video of that poor dude dying. He hasn't flirted in over a decade, ok? He's rusty.

Jonah Hex unfortunately was no mage of any kind, he's just called that. He was a cowboy, from a series of western comics that DC apparently had at the beginning (or possibly before it was DC, I'm not even touching the legalese there). So I should probably check for another sorcerous character to be the mentor, there are several characters who no I like "Hex and Jinx" too much. Instead we get a mention somewhere that his great-great-something-father was adopted by a native chief, and that's enough.

No meaningful love life for Leslie Willis and no real positive relationships for King Shark, not that I expected either. Make up something.

Now that my Streak is related to Flash, "former Flash" wins out over "Starman". Probably should be Jay Garrick, though Wally West would bring Stargirl into the "people who know this dude" club.

Static's predecessor in the activist group may be named after someone from the real Virgil Hawkins' life, though not him since Static has taken that. Otherwise, Richard Osgood Foley, his friend who eventually became a gadgets-type superhero, though obviously not in my version.

Didn't even look up anything for Supergirl's brother, he was always made up, and it's not like he'll have the opportunity to tell us his name (serial).

Jonah now has a cut in his hand, which bothers him and may vaguely hinder his spellcasting. Right after Martian Manhunter announces that the possessed are fully aware of all that's going on, he apologizes to his host for having done that, then remembers he saw it so he knows why (so that he doesn't tell us), then he gets the idea to try and sèance himself. This plus the change I made to Wonder Women above is our foreshadowing for Cheetah.

Another mention of National City, Supergirl's adopted home base.

A few other mentions of Koriand'r's name, through the finale of Rebirth.

Nightwing's city is Blüdhaven. I'm giving myself two half credits for this one.

At the end of Supergirl and Wonder Woman's argument, she should hesitate at least a little before bringing up the "brother" thing. I should have used ellipsis and lowercase there.

Livewire sometimes got her powers from electricity filtered through Superman's body, and sometimes she always had minor ones that she intentionally overcharged when she went evil. What I'd really like is for her to dig up Static's corpse and somehow graft his powers to herself, possibly introducing a character or group that does that. Unfortunately, that corpse was last seen on the Moon, and it makes sense they just left him there; pretty good tombstone. So I don't know. Minor powers all along would have made her more than an easter egg, I don't like that. A less ridiculous (and Superman-less) version of the first one is probably best.

There was actually a male Cheetah, Sebastián Ballesteros. Basically nothing of his characterization is useful, mine is just a normal guy, but I'm definitely giving him the name.

Various missing mentions of Princess Koriand'r and Ruler/Castle/City/Planet/Empire Tamaran through Red, I'm not even going to pretend to have considered trying to list them individually.

As I researched the seven Lantern Corps, I was struck by just how much the others are built around the Green. I knew this, because historically Green came first and the others have been retrofitted around it, but it's still ridiculous. I'm changing them a lot, this part will be long.

The central point is that none of them are evil; individual Lanterns may be (and in fact I should probably start coming up with some) but the magic itself is just dumb emotion, looking at the world and going "look at all those nails!". It's possibly even slightly on the side of good, since I established Tests roughly around the idea of using the emotion responsibly; naturally the other colours get some too.

Green is Will, which is mostly ridiculous. Willpower is not an emotion, you can tell this is the "Protagonists" colour. I'm changing that to "Determination", as in the feeling that you must, independent of whether you can. The Test is then to show that what you have is not empty words nor mindless repetition: the magic will stop you from achieving a goal you are trying for. This is the most overt Test of them all, some candidates may actually see the green energy stopping their fists. You pass by trying to achieve your original goal in another way, or at least trying to find such a way; or as always, by some dramatic gesture that shows you will do either, so long as the emotion is genuine on your part.

The corrupted Green Test would revive people who died in trying something important, whose quests may allegedly tempt you from your own. As always, as judged by you, then those close to you, spreading outward socially.

Green tentacles are thin pyramids, and don't bend nearly as much as the others. They are the least nimble of all the colours.

Yellow is Fear, and it's also weird. You'd expect it to be for those who are afraid, but it's more for those who are scary. Stupid asymmetric emotions. I'm keeping that though; the legitimate use of fear is to react to legitimate danger, so the emotion in my Yellow is the instinct-to-warn-others (though it's still widely known as "fear"). The Test is to show your warning is both legitimate and a good reaction; the candidate will be given visions of a future they would dearly avoid but are powerless to do so, except by bringing the warning to those who could; you pass by making an honest effort to so convince them, independent of actual results. Cassandra would have been a Yellow.

Yellow Test visions (and other pre- and post-cognition) are less often illegal thank Pink's far-sight/psychological profiling; since the victim(s) and perpetrator(s) may never have overlapped in time, and indeed may be separated beyond any reasonable statute of limitations, few jurisdictions even bother and most that do have a huge amount of caveats and bylaws.

Because all Yellow Lanterns have foreseen disaster, some believe the Light engineers those situations, though this is false.

Because "powerless" is relative and world-ending threats are relatively rare, this colour recruits primarily among the downtrodden, the oppressed and the disadvantaged, whatever those may be in any given society. It is also the colour with the greatest proportion of children.

The corrupted Yellow Test will return people who are feared, be it for themselves or for the warnings they brought. It's also the easiest test to fail automatically, since many candidates were never aware of their upcoming disaster until their first vision, which in this case they would not receive.

Yellow tentacles are apparently evaporating all the time, though this is purely cosmetic; it doesn't affect the "hitbox", and you cannot inhale the emmisions.

Orange is Greed, since "green" was taken. In the comics there was actually only one Orange Lantern, who would raise a zombie army with proxy powers, I'm ditching all that obviously. The legitimate use of greed, of hoarding stuff, is to prepare for eventuality; like for Reds, the Test will manifest the default ring at the beginning, not the end; but at a distance, or under lock and key, or otherwise where the candidate can aqcuire it but not trivially; to a candidate that is currently in the middle of preparations for an important reason. You pass by deciding to take it, if your reason is that it is the best way to achieve your goal; and fail if you ignore it or if you take it for itself and forget your earlier quest. This includes if you neglect the ring for the sake of securing a resource legitimately more useful; the Light will never acknowledge that such resources could exist.

The corrupted Orange Test will return people who are useful, by whatever metric each summoner has in mind. It is probably the easiest corrupted Test to succeed at, since at least one person has most likely been selected to aid in the original quest, and procuring their help does count as attempting to seize the power of the Orange Lantern. Though it will then ironically unsummon that person and technically waste any effort spent.

Orange tentacles split into three smaller ones at the end. They require more practice to use, but a Lantern who has put in the work counts among the most nimble among all the Corps.

Blue is Hope, and it's the one I like least. I was really hoping one of them would be "pride" or "shame". Oh well. Hope is for holding you when you cannot act, so you may be ready when the time is right. The Test will then grant the candidate one miracle, repair whatever situation was threatening to crush the candidate's hopes, sometimes in ways beyond the power of actual Blue Lanterns to replicate. You pass the test by taking action, in a way that previously, allegedly, the situation was preventing you from; you fail by finding another excuse for inaction. The initial gift is not undone even if you fail, though.

The corrupted Blue Test will return people who died waiting for better times, or after having their chance taken away. Everybody else is receiving a second chance now, what will you do?

Blue tentacles are the longest, curling around the Lantern's body and spiralling outwards. They are actually incapable of straightening them fully.

Indigo is Compassion, the impulse to help and protect others. The illegitimate use of compassion is when it self-sacrifices beyond need. This is at the end of She-Ra, "You're worth more than what you can give to other people". The candidate will be in the process of helping others, and will be empowered to do so beyond their normal ability but not all of the way; the Test is to turn back, to take care of yourself even at the expense of available innocents; but still with the intention to go back and help once it is safe to do so, if there is still need. Most who fail this test do so by dying.

The corrupted Indigo Test will return those who were in great need, whom their summoner tried to help, "the one I couldn't save". Again the candidate is being tempted to stretch too thin, or else turn their back on others for good.

Seriously Adora would have failed so many times. I love that show, you should watch it.

The Indigo tentacles are covered in spikes. Those are sharp, but not nearly as much as they seem.

I also have an amendment to the literal "ring" part. Most candidates have a default ring created when they earn the power (or start being considered, for non-corrupted Red and Orange Tests), but if there's an available piece of clothing/jewelry/whatever that has significance, in a way resonant to the colour, then that may be empowered instead. With the additional caveat that the relevant item for an Orange candidate must not already be within easy reach, for the Test to proceed. That was the case for Dick Grayson, it's a coincidence that it was already a ring; he may have ended up a Lantern with a ring of a different colour, which almost makes me wish I'd done that instead now that I mention it.

This also means that nobody actually inherits Lantern magic; there won't be characters conveniently finding a dying pilot, the magic searches galaxy-wide and doesn't even have a strict personnel quota, but waxes and wanes over the ages. So the rings of dead Lanterns, those that are formally Forsaken, and any failed Reds and Oranges all fly away, to a location in Lantern Space, where they float around each other but eventually vanish into nothing. (If the magic had been transferred to another item, it flies away as pure magic, it won't steal your clothes nor seek the original default ring.) This is the origin of the common myth that they fly out in search of a new host.

That is also the reason Lantern Space is where it is; they, and those who would be interested in them, have over the aeons naturally congregated there by following rings, or reports of them; eventually meeting more of each other and building towns and so on.

Also by "Lantern Space" I mean the area they claim for their pseudo-nation, not any dimensional distortion stuff. Do I have to specify that? Oh well. Back to the plot.

In the scene where Supergirl searches for Nightwing, add Harley Quinn to the crowd. I didn't realize until rereading but she should absolutely join the League.

When she's insulting all the colours of the rainbow, I don't have pithy wording right now, but Oranges are stupid/easily surprised, Blues are lazy, and Indigos are heartless/pitiless.

Koriand'r's elder sister is Komand'r. She's much more villainous than I remembered, again mostly knowing her from the Teen Titans cartoon.

When I wrote Koriand'r's hypothetical corrupted test I established that she got a custom one, but didn't for Supergirl. That should be a general rule, it's all broadly in line with what I said above and the two originals, but appropriate to each candidate. Supergirl was trying to destroy death itself, so she would have returned killers, and specifically killers who someone despises because of their killing.

I couldn't find any fictional DC cities in Mexico or Canada, and also learned the most populated in the west is not Mexico City, but São Paulo, Brazil. So that's now where Koriand'r first landed. She definitely speaks Portuguese, may have the accent.

The Teen Titan's city is Jump City, on the west coast of the States. So she didn't simply cross the frontier after fleeing São Paulo. Let's say she flew up into space, took a lap around the sun against the Earth's travel, and happened to land there.

For the Jokerz poster, there isn't a cover like I was thinking actually. I'm picturing four faces equally spread on a square, against black, partially illuminated so we only see the right half of each, or slightly over half. It seems I mixed up the covers of With the Beatles and Let it be. So, just imagine as I described, it was never important that it be a Beatles reference.

For Red Daughter of Tomorrow, I meant the cover of the first Twilight book. I never knew the movies used generic "look at our actors" posters instead.

And with that I remind you that next comes the potentially-but-hopefully-not offensive question. Thank you if you have honest feedback, and I quite understand if you left already.

So, as I consider what may come after Red Daughter of Tomorrow, I find that I want to pull multiverse shenanigans already. I MAY be a hack.

And as I look at what I wrote and what characters may come from other universes, I realize I want Supergirl's friend, the second time traveller from the Legion, to become Power Girl.

Is that ok? Given the one-off joke that first originated the character. Is that insensitive? Relatable? Something else I can't think of? Somebody please get back to me on that.

[drama--universe]

Attacked by a beast

Requested by anonymous: Can I request platonic Wei Ying x reader, who grew up in burial mounds and had mastery over demonic energy? They taught him then helped in the Sunshot campaign. Reader encourages Wei Ying to confess to Lan Zhan while also having a crush on Nie Huaisang (kinda like delinquent x sweet nerd dynamic)Wei Wuxian

Pairing: Wei Wuxian x reader (platonic), Wei Wuxian x Lan Zhan, Nie Huaisang x reader

Word Count: 1750 words

Warnings: suggestive content

Your eyes moved over the crowd, frowning at all the people in front of you. You had been fighting all over for almost a year or more, something that would had never happened if you had just said no to Wuxian. But you hadn't, so here you were.

Your eyes soon landed on a figure who was standing on the side, face hiding behind a fan as he seemingly looked around as well. Your eyes stayed on him as you watched him talk to someone, half of his face still covered with the fan. When Wuxian came around, he finally lowered the fan and you felt your heart skip a beat as you saw his bright smile. Biting your lip, you smirked and got up. You walked to the two, smirk still on your face as you greeted the two.

"I'm (y/n), Wuxian's teacher." You introduced yourself shortly, smiling at the smaller one while Wuxian whined.

"Don't call yourself teacher, it's weird." He whined and you looked at him before sticking out of your tongue slightly at him. He frowned and you smirked again before focusing back on other one once more.

"So, who are you then?" You asked and he smiled at you, introducing himself as Nie Huaisang. You immediately recognized his name, having heard it from the citizens that lived there. The ruler who didn't know anything, yet when you first noticed him he didn't look stupid or dumb.

Hence now you were even more intrigued than before.

It was then that you looked closer at him. His robes were slightly creased, he looked slightly tired and his hair was in slightly messy braids. No way he'd slept well, if anything he had a nightmare.

"I'll see you in a second, I have to find Lan Zhan!" Wuxian suddenly exclaimed, leaving you and Huaisang standing there awkwardly. You looked at Huaisang, seeing that he was staring back at you as well.

"You should take these, they stop nightmares." You spoke, pulling out some round pills. He looked at you in surprise and you chuckled.

"I know from experience." You said as you gave another smile.

"What is it then?" "It makes you calm and makes sure you don't have nightmares. Wuxian, me and Sizhui all ate it before. Sizhui stopped after a year though. It stopped then, probably because he forgot all of the stuff that happened." You mumbled, looking around. Huaisang looked at the pills in his hand before looking back at you.

"Why do you have nightmares..?" He softly asked, afraid that it might be a touchy subject, but he was extremely curious now. You just shrugged.

"Demonic cultivation tends to do that, I guess. Most of the time it was screaming and gore. Though it changed to killing after I met Wuxian and the Wen clan." You explained, not really minding sharing the information. He was still a bit confused with what you meant, but when he thought about his nightmares about his da-ge, he somehow understood. Silence took over again for a few seconds before you spoke up again.

"Honestly, this is kinda boring... Wanna get out of here?" You asked, a smirk on your face. He matched your smirk and nodded. You looked around for Wuxian, but seeing him stuck with Jiang Cheng, you decided that you should just leave without telling him.

So you both sneaked out of the party, which wasn't proven difficult as most people didn't know you and didn't seem to care that Huaisang walked past them, although you two did receive some weird looks.

After some minutes, you entered the forest behind the mansion. It was slightly darker already, but light enough to still see your surroundings.

You just walked in silence, watching the animals around you such as fireflies and deers. Than Huaisang spoke up.

"So, how did you and Wuxian meet?" "On the mountain. He screamed at me for 15 minutes before fainting from his wounds. When he woke up, he punched me on accident. Quite a day that was." You chuckled as you watched Huaisang's face drop at your story.

"He punched you?" He asked and you nodded, stopping and pointing at your nose, which was slightly crooked with a small scar in the middle.

"How about you? Any scars from Wuxian?" You joked, not expecting Huaisang to actually nod. Your eyes widen as he pointed at his ribs, making you slightly blush at the area.

"I fell while we were trying to catch fish." He explained, making you chuckle before you stopped walking. Looking around, you frowned.

"I have no clue where we are..." You mumbled, not recognizing any of your surroundings. Huaisang stopped next to you, looking around as well.

"Neither do I..." He replied and you groaned, throwing your head back in annoyance. Your eyes wandered over the forest again before you froze, staring into 2 jet black eyes.

"Huaisang, climb in the tree over there." You whispered and he looked at you before following your gaze.

"Is that..?" "Run!" You shouted as the beast sprinted your way. Neither of you had swords or any other form of protection so climbing a tree was your best shot. You ran in between other trees and towards the biggest one, hearing the trees behind you snap because of the beast.

Just when you had climbed the tree, you felt the nails of the beast graze your skin, leaving a small trace. You continued to climb until the beast couldn't reach you anymore, sitting on the place where the branches connected.

"You okay?" You asked Huaisang and he nodded, sighing as he leaned against one of the branches. You did the same, trying to ignore the distant growling beneath you and the chilling cold that started to freeze your body. After about 2 hours, the beast was still stalking underneath the tree and both you and Huaisang were shivering from the cold. Your stomach had started rumbling about an hour ago and your throat had gone completely dry by now.

"How long do you think it'll stay for?" Huaisang whispered and you shrugged, wrapping your arms around you in some form of warmth.

"It depends... Some only have an attention span of a few minutes, others have one that can last for hours. Let's just hope for the best I guess." You mumbled back and Huaisang gave a small whine, which you found adorable.

"Cold?" "Extremely." He answered and you chuckle before letting out another sigh before biting your lip, slowly shuffling closer towards Huaisang.

"Body warmth can help alot." You smirked, watching his face go red before sitting right next to him. He looked at you, still blushing immensely and you smiled.

"Sorry, but it's the truth. Be glad I'm not asking you to take your clothes off even though it's more effective." You spoke, smirking at him once again. You didn't think he would be able to become more red as he was, yet his face blushed even worse. He avoided your gaze, but didn't move away from you. Soon, he was genuily clinging to you to gain any way of warmth. You had your arms wrapped around his shoulders as his were wrapped around your middle, but he was still shivering softly. Luckily, after another hour in this position you could hear the beast stalk off. You looked down to make sure before nodding at Huaisang that you could climb down. And then you slowly made your way back to the party, which hadn't ended surprisingly. Most people (aka the Lanling Jin clan) were already slightly drunk and didn't pay any attention to you. Other people on the hand, looked as you entered again.

Now, you could understand Xichen look of slight horror as both you and Huaisang's clothes were messy and your hair was tangled slightly from the running and the small wound on your back, clearly knowing something bad happened but you gave him an okay sign to calm him down. To others on the other hand, it may look like something else completely. And who would believe your actual story?

So you ignored everyone and instead went straight to the food and drinks, chugging down enough to fill you but not too much since it would be bad for your stomach otherwise.

"Where on earth did you go and why do you look like you fu-" Lan Zhan placed a hand on his soulmates mouth, preventing him from finishing his sentence. Although you still knew what Wuxian would say, you've know him for long enough to know his thoughts.

"Forest and no. We got attacked." You explained and Wuxian raised an eyebrow suggestively, his mouth still covered.

"Don't even... You know what, forget it." You mumbled softly, grabbing a knife from the table and twirling it in between your fingers. You glanced at Wuxian before you stabbed your knife on the table, right in between Wuxian's fingers. The elder jumped up in surprise, retracting his hand quickly before looking at you in shock.

"Shall we start on your secrets then?" You glared at him and he shook his head, gulping awkwardly as his eyes glanced to Lan Zhan, who had already busied himself with his elder brothers questions.

"How about the fact that you still hasn't told him your feelings, even though you have a child together." You said, eyes moving towards the young Lan discipline a few steps away from you. Your eyes darted back to Wuxian, raising an eyebrow at him suggestively and he blushed slightly.

"You ready for that battle?" You teased and he sneered, sticking his tongue out teasingly. His eyes then moved to the figure behind you, looking like he had found his next victim in Huaisang.

"Hey, Huaisang!" He exclaimed, moving to the younger before freezing when you grabbed his ear.

"Leave him alone." You mumbled, letting go before turning to Huaisang yourself. "You feeling better?" You asked and Huaisang looked up before nodding.

"Yeah, good thing we didn't freeze to death out there." He mumbled and you chuckled, elbowing Wuxian softly when you heard the beginning of his comment, which would most likely be a little vulgar. He gave you a soft glare again before stepping away from you and back to his crush to which you gave another comment of 'Do it now, he likes you back anyway!'. Then you turned back to Huaisang, who was looking back at you.

"Next time that we're cuddling, let's not do it in a tree and rather in a bed or such, alright?" And without waiting for a reaction, you walked away with a smirk and left behind a flustered Huaisang.

Yes, you two had definitely fallen in love.

[staliaqueen]

Just curious, what is it about Percy/Annabeth that you don’t like (other than the stans)?

I'll happily explain! Just a quick disclaimer that it was a while ago I last read the books.

The entire thing was kinda surprising, cause on paper, percabeth should've been the perfect ship for me. They've got this enemies/rivals to lovers, bickering married couple vibes, unique nicknames etc. I love these tropes, hell, I’ve written them myself, but in percabeth's case I just don't think they're done very well.

To fully explain, I first wanna bring up an example of these things being done right, and why. The first one that comes to mind is Dan and Blair from Gossip Girl. They are also an enemies to friends to lovers ship, with this bickering married couple energy, and they're one of my favourite ships of all time. Their bickering is pretty similar to percabeth's (in the sense that it's mostly Blair saying mean things to Dan), but the key difference is that her insults (at least during their friends and lovers stages) are never coming from a malicious place and Dan's feelings are never hurt by her comments. He recognizes that this is just how Blair expresses her affection for him, and it's even something he enjoys about her. Every time she cleverly insults him he laughs/smiles and looks at her like she's the best thing in the world.

[Id: Two gifs of Dan and Blair. First gif has Blair saying, “There is no up-and-comers section. And even if there were, I mean, let’s face it Humphrey – you still wouldn’t make the cut.” And Dan smiling/laughing like she’s the best thing since sliced bread. Second gif has Blair saying “I care about you too, even if I have odd ways of showing it. Like bossing you around or making fun of your hair. Seriously, you should cut it.” And Dan, once again, smiling/laughing with the most lovey-dovey look on his face. / end id]

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But in Annabeth’s case, insulting Percy isn’t how she shows her affection. She lashes out at him due to her repressed trauma, and Percy does not like that she does this. Annabeth resents people assuming that she’s dumb because she’s blonde, but she continually calls Percy stupid. She’s generally terrible at communicating how she feels and what she needs and then gets mad at him when he doesn’t respond exactly how she wants. I think the worst example of this is in the beginning of The Titan’s Curse when she punches him in the stomach for not asking her to dance with him. 

[Id: Excerpt from The Titan’s Curse:  “Dance, you guys!” Thalia ordered. “You look stupid just standing there.” I looked nervously at Annabeth, then at the groups of girls who were roaming the gym. “Well?” Annabeth said. “Um, who should I ask?” She punched me in the gut. “Me, Seaweed Brain.” “Oh. Oh, right.” / end id]

Unlike the judo-flip, I’ve never even seen this moment discussed before, and it’s so annoying, cause I just know that if the genders were switched people would be horrified by it. 

The same issue comes up with the nicknames. Wise Girl is clearly complimentary while Seaweed Brain is derogatory. Now, what I expected when I read PJO was that Seaweed Brain would eventually turn affectionate, sort of like an inside joke, which again, is a trope I LOVE. And that kinda happens, but only after they start dating. I initially thought it had done so at the end of Lightning Thief when they became real friends, but then this happened in TTC:

[Id: Excerpt from The Titan’s Curse:  But Thalia held out her spear. “You want some, Seaweed Brain?” Somehow, it was okay when Annabeth called me that—at least, I’d gotten used to it—but hearing it from Thalia was not cool. / end id]

This really shocked me when I read it. Cause this clearly shows that Percy still doesn’t like when Annabeth calls him that, he just doesn’t respond with anger anymore because he’s “gotten used to it”, which is... not good. 

Annabeth also never steps in with reassurance that she actually knows that Percy is smart. For all we know she actually believes that he's an idiot (which he definitely isn't!). That's definitely how she makes Percy feel.

There’s also the case of Annabeth’s extreme jealousy. Like, the way she treats Rachel... I’m pretty sure most percabeth shippers even agree that she’s being completely unfair. (Edit: No, they don't, it seems. God I hate this fandom). @fake-plastic-trees made a meme that explains how hypocritical her behaviour concerning Rachel is way better than I ever could, so here’s that: 

[Id: Picture of a meme. First a picture of an anthropomorphic flower screaming in anger, paired with the caption, “How Annabeth reacts when Percy is with Rachel”. Second picture is of the same flower with a sweet/happy look on it’s face, paired with the caption “How Annabeth expects Percy to react when she simps over Luke”. / end id]

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This is the situation where I have the most sympathy with Annabeth, though. At least in the Calypso situation. Like having your best friend that you have feelings for go missing for so long that there’s pretty much no way he’s not dead, only for him to show up on his funeral and you find out that he was sent to an island where another girl took care of and fell in love with him and he most likely had feelings for her too, yeah that must suck. Especially with her abandonment issues. Still, doesn’t make her actions okay. 

And the way I see some percabeth stans talking about this is honestly disgusting. Slut shaming Percy like crazy, calling him a hoe (he was literally 14 while this happened) and being mad at him for "stepping out of line". Annabeth clearly believes she has some sort of claim on Percy and her stans have been convinced of that, too.

All of this is what, partially, makes perachel so appealing. They’re a breath of fresh air, because Rachel is the exact opposite. She’s straight forward with Percy. When he doesn’t make a move on her, instead of punching him or calling him a coward, she just makes a move. Which is, you know, the reasonable and healthy thing to do. Percy himself even expresses that he appreciates this about her. 

[Id: Excerpt from The Last Olympian:  She nodded. “And so ... hypothetically, if these two people liked each other, what would it take to get the stupid guy to kiss the girl, huh?” “Oh ...” I felt like one of Apollo’s sacred cows—slow, dumb, and bright red. “Um ...” I can’t pretend I hadn’t thought about Rachel. She was so much easier to be around than ... well, than some other girls I knew. I didn’t have to work hard, or watch what I said, or rack my brain trying to figure out what she was thinking. Rachel didn’t hide much. She let you know how she felt. / end id]

It's pretty clear that "some other girls I knew" is just Annabeth.

Finally, I just wanna say that I would be fine with all of this if Annabeth actually had a character arc where she realizes how she was acting was not okay, apologizes, and makes an effort to change and work through her trauma so she wouldn’t lash out on people anymore. Characters are allowed to have flaws, it’s encouraged actually! But those flaws, at least the ones that have a large negative affect on others, need to actually be acknowledged. And if you want the character to be framed like a hero, they need to take steps to change. But that is not what happens with Annabeth, so I’m not okay with it. 

really hope you had the energy to read through all of that

[anotherdazaisimp]

May I request something? 😁

Could you please write a dazai x reader where they meet when the reader crashed into him in the streets and it just goes on from there?

Also, I think it's easier for people to feel comfortable requesting when they do it anonymously so maybe if you could turn that on... please? Thank you if you choose to write this!

Hello ! I honestly didn't think I'd receive a request so thanks ! I can't find how I can turn the anonymous thing on and I didn't know I had to do that for others to be able to request anonymously, but I'll look more Into It and maybe one day I'll find It -

It has been a long time since I wrote a one-shot like that so I hope you'll like It , this is especially the first time I write a BSD one so I hope I wrote their character well-

I did a dazai x fem!reader because this was the only way I'd had an idea, I didn't have many idea as you can see so I'm kinda sorry If this Isn't original and a bit short -

Hope you like It anyways and that you don't mind !

(If you do mind I can try writing another version)

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Dazai x fem!reader

How I met you

Type : oneshot

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It was that day, you were only going out to get some fresh air, afterall it has been a long time since you went out to do something else than going to work so why not?

You were breathing air, incredible I know, infact, you were walking to random places in your town, it was sunny outside , you were humming a random song , you thought about what should you do, maybe buy a present for one of your friend ? I mean, you felt like it so why not ? You were on your way to the store, head in the clouds thinking about what exactly you should buy, how would you give your gift and when and their reaction, when you bumped into someone "ah ! I'm sorry" You said "I was just thinking and-" You continued but got interrupted by the stranger holding your hand suddenly wich creeped you out " No It's okay ! Such a beautiful lady like you doesn't need to apologize , your hands are as delicate as a flower, your eyes as beautiful as a cherry blossom, are you willing to join me In a double sui-" You didn't let him finish and frankly said " Oh hell no ! " Wich made him pout " You didn't even let me finish ! " He complained, you knew what he was going to say and you didn't wanna hear it , he was wrapped up in bandages , he had red dark eyes and brown hair, you recognized him, you didn't know him but your friend talked about him , he was her colleague and there was no way you were going to accept what he was going to ask "I know very well what you were going to say and there's no way I'd do that " You said "but I was only going to ask If you wanted to join me In a - " He said but got interrupted "You're Dazai aren't you? " You asked directly "Yes that's me, how does such a beautiful women knows my name ? Do I know you? " He asked "My friend talked about you to me, do you know a Yosano ? " You explained "No I don't " He said playfully "That's great, well I'll head off now, I'm going to buy her a present" You said walking away "wait ! " He said running towards you "Can I have the honour to keep you company, belladona ? " He asked "uh... Why? " You asked "I want to buy a gift for yosano too ! " He lied, you stared into his eyes silently questionning him "alright, sure. " You accepted politely kind of curious of what he would buy her, you went into the store with him, you choosed a gift and he took some bleach to show them to you " Belladona ! We should definitely drink bleach together one day ! " He said stars in his eyes "uhh.. no, sorry" You declined politely "aren't you gonna get yosano something though ? " You asked "No I just wanted to stay with you a bit longer " He said frankly making you question fate "I'm a complete stranger Dazai, you don't even know my name" You said "ah ! That wounds me ! you're not a stranger anymore ! Besides your name's written on your wallet ! " He explained ,you sighed " That's actually true but you knew me only today" you reminded him " Well I'd like to know you more ! You wound me so much !" He said dramatically he sure was a weird one, but that didn't surprise you, Yosano's description of Dazai was really accurate hm? He was loud at the store and everyone looked at you both weirdly so you made it fast, as you both got out of the store you wondered, why would this weird persson waste so much time for you? He didn't even know you? But you stayed quiet about it, then a man with a ponytail ran toward both of you "BASTARD ! I'VE BEEN SEARCHING YOU FOR 30 WHOLE MINUTES ! " he yelled "ah kunikida you found me ! How thoughtful of you I'm flaterred ! " dazai said "I'M GONNA BREAK YOUR NECK YOU BANDAGE WASTING MACHINE " Kunikida continued yelling "Ah ! Y/n protect me please ! " Dazai pleaded while going behind you and using you as a shield " WE'RE SUPPOSED TO WORK NOT PLAYING TAG WE'VE WASTED 30 WHOLE MINUTES WE SHOULD HAVE ALREADY BEEN DONE ! " Kunikida yelled , so It was that? Dazai was just trying to not do his job? That was why he couldn't leave you alone ? That explain things, this situation was quite funny "Bold of you to assume that I haven't been working" Dazai said "Breathing is hardwork !" Dazai complained "Besides I know where they are now ! " Dazai exclaimed, Kunikida calmed down and asked "really ? "

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Turns out the mens they were searching for were stalking you, wich explained a lot of stuff, Dazai and kunikida got them arrested , it was now already the end of the day , you could see the sunset "Alright, we will be going now,please disregard what happened " Kunikida said before walking away, Dazai then followed him and you watched them both leave, today was kind of a weird day but it was funny,you hate to admit it but you actually quite liked dazai company, but now they were leaving and you still had to give your present to your friend,yosano, but then dazai stopped walking and he turned back ,"Oi ! y/n ! We'll meet again soon , make sure to no get stalked next time ! " He said as If he could read your mind, he then left, and indeed he was right, you met him a week later trying to bury himself in your garden.

You laughed quietly as you remembered the first time you met him, and what came next, you sure didn't know at that time you would of ended up dating him, you even swore to yourself you would never date someone like him, turns out you were wrong "what are you laughing about darling? " The man in question asked "nothing nothing, just how we first met " You said a bit nostalgic Dazai stayed silent and after a few second he asked pointing something behind you ; "Are you planning to commit a double-suicide with me darling? " Wich made you confused "Huh? " You asked turning around realising you set the kitchen on fire, you both really sucked at cooking huh?

[valeskakingdom]

Request

Could I request a part 3? Jerome keeps the reader as his hostage for popularity and attention. Reader is really fond of the attention she gets as well and eventually sleeps with Jerome again? In the end she sees how Galavan kills him and is really sad?

Requested by @violentvaleska

So guys, here's part 5!!

Credit gif: @jokersbabe27

Jerome x female reader (part 5)

Warnings: mentions of violence and murder, depression

Word count: 3378

*Later that day at the charity*

"Already excited for my show, doll?" Jerome grinned through his magician costume. you hated that costume. It hid Jerome's beautiful face with a shitty beard, his hairs were under a stupid wig and a black cylinder. And that tuxedo...gosh, you hated it thought not as much as the wig or the fake beard. The worst on it was his name...'Rodolfo'. You were disgusted by that name.

No magician in that universe would ever call himself like that! It sounds so ridiculous!

"Of course! Though I already know you'll be amazing as always." You smirked pressing a kiss on his cheek "Give them the best show they've ever seen!"

"That ain't be a problem for me" Jerome grinned "Even Hundini wouldn't have seen such a great show." You giggled at his comment.

"Without further ado, please allow me to present you the Great Rodolfo!" Immediately, Jerome walked on stage, everyone was applauding - even you. You were excited for how he was acting as a magician. Of course, you knew he was doing it well anyway. Jerome was professional. He could play every role in this Earth perfectly!

"Ha! Greetings ladies and germs," Jerome walked on stage "I am indeed the Great Rodolfo! Please ogle my lovely assistant. Ohh, for my first act, I'll require a volunteer. Let me see. Duck, duck, duck, duck, duck, duck, duck, goose!" Jerome pointed at Bruce Wayne, the richest orphan in Gotham that was hated by every villain - really, everyone wanted to kill him.

"Hello, young man. Does this handsome gentleman have a name?" You heard Jerome saying after she went out to the crowd to bring him back.

"Bruce." The boy responded.

"Bruce! Well, Bruce. This won't hurt a bit." He clapped two great blades together "Is there a doctor in the house?"

Jerome sticked one of the blades in the box along with the other one. The audience gasped, them applauded him.

While watching you were astonished about Jerome's well, acting. Nobody noticed it was him. Neither Bruce nor the other guests recognized anything. Almost unbelievable for you.

"Some people say Bruce has a split personality." Jerome laughed loud while Barbara brought the little kid back to his actual place "For my next illusion, I'd like to call to the stage esteemed Deputy Major Harrison Kane."

Barbara pushed a rolling table, covered with a tarp, forward that it stood in front of Jerome. She pulled the tarp back and you could see any kind of knives laying down there. You were thinking about what was coming next. Is Jerome still playing with him or is he about to kill that guy?

Barbara bended down making the others noticed the next illusion was incoming. But a mistake happened, her mask fell down.

They're fucked!! You thought panicking. If anyone of the guests recognized them, they all would have a big problem. People would call the police, others die, the police finds you and eventually become informed about Theo, as well.

But Barbara kept being professional. Nobody made a move to start panicking or to call the police. Everything stayed normal.

"By the way, nobody is getting out here alive." At first the crowd laughed because they thought he was just joking - of course, he did not. Jerome killed the Deputy and the gunfire started. People were screaming and hiding in hope they weren't the next victim.

You flinched a little in surprise, although you might have expected it. Who would Jerome not kill expect you? He killed his mother, now the Deputy Major...it was just a matter of time to see who was his next victim.

For you, that all was pretty exciting, but also a big feeling of unpleasantness came over you. This situation reminded you of the day Jerome kidnapped you. You had flashbacks. You fear, you uncomfortableness, the nervousness, the wish to go home...everything came back - you knew best how the victims felt right now, and.

And as the last time, something told you that this situation wouldn't turn out well.

You wanted to be with Jerome right now. You just wanted to hug him, you wouldn't care whether he liked it or not, you just needed it.

But you couldn't go to him. You promised him to stay backstage to watch his marvellous show. And you knew, as everyone else knew what would happen if you broke the promise. His mood would change again and you needed to see whether it would turn out well for you or not.

You just stared at your lover. Finally he took the cylinder from his head as the wig, his black mask and the beard. Finally he presented himself again. You couldn't help but smile. You saw him being excited, being happy. He was the star in the show as he was the boss. You loved to see this: him standing there calm and managing everything while around him was pure chaos.

He was so professional you thought.

Out of nowhere, another woman was brought on stage, it was Lee Tompkins.

She was handhuffed, her gaze expressed fear and panicking.

They probably have taken her from behind as she was about to call the cops to tell what was going on.

You saw Jerome gazing at her with a smile - immediately, you hated her. You hated how you Jerome looked at her, how he smiled at her. It looked the same as every time he was smiling at you.

"Hey, darling" You felt shivers down your spine and jealousy came over you as he said that, you hated when Jerome was acting kinda flirty with other women. You always got the feeling they'd be much better than you but you also that your thoughts are wrong "I need to borrow your phone for a moment. We wanna tell Jimbo how the show's going on, don't we?"

And so he called him:

"Sorry Jimbo, it's just little old me!" He said nothing for a moment, then "Are you outside? You are, aren't you?" He cackled" Oh, goody!"

"Breathe, James. I haven't touched a hair on your girlfriend's pretty head." See for yourself. This is live television after all." You heard Jerome laughing after he responded to 'Jimbo'.

Then Jerome and Barbara tied Lee up on that big wheel pretending to shoot her head. It was all to entertain the crowd, to make them love. No one loved though - besides you. You loved their show. It entertained you and you loved to see your lover in action.

"True, but not the point. Hey, let's talk about what I want." Jerome walked down the stage closer to the camera "$47 million, a helicopter, obviously, the dry cleaning I left at Mr. Chang's be careful, the man is a crook, and mm, I don't know, a pony. Uh, you got ten minutes or I start killing people. Remember this is being broadcast to every home in Gotham, so, don't let people die. Bye!" Jerome laughed into the phone as he hung up "I think that went well." Jerome looked at you giving you a wink with a smile.

"Enough! You need to pack up your pathetic little sideshow and leave!" You suddenly heard Theo yelling from the other side of the stage. You were confused. What was he doing here? He told them to do this! Or did this still belong to the show?

"Is that right?" Jerome asked with a smirk.

"It may be presumptuous to speak for all citizens of Gotham. But we are sick of you! You're a small, vicious man with a pathetic need for attention. Enough man, for God's sake, enough!"

You were even more confused about Galavan's words. Something was in the bush. In his tower he spoke in high claims of Jerome that he was the star in the show, that he trusted Jerome most that he'll do it. What was wrong now?

"I'm curious what your leverage is here, Mr.?"

"Theo Galavan"

"Well, Mr. Theo Galavan, if you don't sit down, uh, I'm gonna shoot you. In your face."

"I know there is some human decency left in you. If you need a hostage, take me. But let these people go home! To their families, to their children." Before Theo could continue his speech, Barbara knocked him out with a some kind of pan. You giggled for yourself, almost laughed loud. It looked so stupid for you how he fell on the ground. It was like in a real blockbuster.

"Boring" Barbara stated.

"Right" Jerome cackled loudly, then he made his way to you with a big grin in his face. Automatically you grinned, too.

"How do you like the show doll?" Jerome grabbed your hands and pulled you close to him. You felt a slightly blush spreading over your cheeks as he pressed his lips against yours. His hands grabbed your cheeks softly to intense the kiss.

"I love it! It's very exciting" You grinned wrapping your arms around his neck while he wrapped his arms around your waist "But I'm much happier about you not wearing this cruel costume anymore. It covered your face, I hated it."

Jerome just chuckled about your comment and kissed your forehead.

"I have an idea," You just raised your brows looking at him in interest "Wanna be the star in my show?"

"Of course I do!" You smiled wide before he pressed his lips against yours quickly, then you both walked out. Gasps filled the room, all eyes were on you. They all knew who you were. You were the missed girl everyone was looking for. They either thought you were dead or that you were left at a lost place. But now you stood there - healthy, happy, self-confident.

"I know what you all think: That's (Y/n)! What is she doing here?! Where has she been?! I tell you all a secret: She was with me all the time." Jerome grabbed your face soft making you giggle "She's gorgeous, isn't she? Always has a pretty smile in her face."

Barbara pulled a next man up on stage positioning right in front of you and handed you a gun. Then she placed an apple on the man's bald.

"You know how to hold a gun, doll?" Jerome grinned wrapping his arms around you from behind. You felt his lips and his warm breathe touched your cheek. It was giving you chills in arousal.

"I'm not that stupid, Jerome." You made sure the gun was loaded. You positioned yourself to keep stable and pointed the gun at the apple. That was what Barbara and Tabitha have taught you over the days you were at Galavan's.

The man in front of you was shivering with wide eyes, his sweat was dripping down his forehead. His eyes expressed fear and you could see he wished you didn't kill him.

"Hold very still." Jerome growled at the man, then he covered his eyes with one hand "I can't look! Someone tell me how it turns out."

You inhaled deeply and concentrated on the apple. But as you pulled the trigger, just water came out and splashed into the old man's face. At that moment, you thought that Jerome jerked you around with tell you time the star.

Jerome just sighed in annoyance grabbing your gun and gave you a new one assuring you that he didn't know the gun was fake.

"Damn! Turn around." The man looked at you in fear and turned around. With his eyes he literally begged you not to shoot or at least to hit the apple. He was about to stop moving as you shot the apple from his head. The crowd gasps in shock and relief that the guy wasn't dead yet.

"Whoo!" Barbara cheered happily. You knew she was proud of you that you didn't blame yourself and missed the apple. You were proud of yourself, too. You shot without hesitation, not even thinking of missing the apple and accidentally shoot the guy.

Every one else kept quiet tho.

"Well, clap!" Jerome shouted kinda aggressively to the crowd - then they did it. Nervously and fast. He laughed slightly pressing a kiss on your cheek "Well done, doll."

"Thank you, Jerome." You grinned. He took the gun out of your hands and placed it on the table with the knives. Then he kept staring at them for a while, you could see he was thinking about something.

"Do you know how to use a knife? Just wondering." Jerome smiled at you.

Before you could answer though, you saw Lee kicked Barbara in the stomach making her grunt.

As Barbara looked up at Lee, you could see fury was written in her face. She was angry, mad...these words just described a very small part of her feeling. It was incredible how much hate a person could express.

You looked at Lee. You could see she didn't give a fuck about her consequences.

"Haven't been ten minutes," Jerome hissed holding Barbara's arm tight that she was unable to stab Lee "We need to buy you a watch." Soon as Jerome turned around back to you Barbara punched Lee in her face. The crowd and you all gasped in surprise. Jerome instead, just looked at you shaking his head in disappointment what made you chuckle.

"Well, I think it's time for tonight's first official victim. You all know and love. Poor rich boy...Parents murdered in an alley, and my favorite volunteer: Where is Bruce Wayne?" Jerome claimed waiting for the little boy's appearance - he didn't come though. Everyone looked around for the boy hoping he would come. They, as you, knew what would happen if he did - someone will die.

"You know, I'm an orphan, too, Bruce? I killed my parents, though." Jerome spoke to the microphone, then stepped away from it "Where are you hiding?"

"Bruce!" Jerome screamed in anger making you flinch a little - you were always surprised about his temper. It came rapidly and was gone after a few seconds "Where are you buddy?!"

"That little kid's afraid of you, Jerome." You giggled wrapping your arms around his torso kinda in hope to calm him down a little. You had no idea his temper could ride that fast. "Give that boy some time to realize how much fun he's gonna have with you."

"We don't have time, right now. We have a plan to follow." Jerome grumbled looking around for Bruce and slightly pushing you away from him. In your eyes, Jerome was  a mix of an infant and a monster or the evil itself. His impatience reminded you of a child that didn't get his will. And his eye expression expressed fury, evil and the strong wish to kill the kid. It was fascinating, and almost frightening.

"Kill his butler!"" Barbara suggested.

"Alright, last chance Bruce but it's about to get very butler-brainy out here." Jeromekept looking around. While that, some of Jerome's colleagues grabbed the butler's arms right pushing him forward to Jerome. He was an older tall man in a black tuxedo looking very concerned for the little boy - understandable.

"Brucey!" Jerome yelled looking through the crowd but the boy still didn't appear "I'm bored. Shoot the butler." Jerome turned to you with a grin, not even really paying attention to what was happening around him. He just wanted you.

"Stop!" Bruce claimed panicking and ran fast in front of the stage to his poor butler.

"Let's get this started, huh?" Jerome gasped pulling Bruce back while pointing a gun at his head "You! Check behind the curtain! Make sure no one's playing silly buggers"

One of Jerome's colleagues nodded and walked to the curtain. He moved it aside the entrance,  he got shot.

"Drop the knife!" James Gordon shouted pointing a gun at Jerome, but he just laughed and pressed the young Bruce Wayne in front of his body, a sharp blade was pressed on his throat almost cutting his thin skin.

"I don't have a clean shot!" Gordon shouted.

"Stay calm, Bruce." The butler tried to encourage the little boy after he took a gun, as well, pointing it at Jerome. He totally ignored what Gordon said. His mind was all around Bruce.

"It seems like we've got ourselves a pickle." Jerome stopped laughing but pressing a knife against Bruce's throat. "What do you say Brucey boy? Wanna boost our ratings, huh?" Jerome cackled insanely again "Smile."

"I said enough!"  All of a sudden Theo appeared behind Jerome. He looked mad, very mad. Again you got that feeling of uncomfortableness. And again you got that feeling that something bad will happen now. You saw it on his gaze. This devilish grin. Something was in the bush.

And you weren't wrong. Shortly after Jerome turned to him slowly, Theo stabbed a knife into his neck.

Everyone gasped in shock, you were the loudest though. You heart dropped, you couldn't move for the moment, your legs became weak, cat got your tongue - you weren't able to breathe normal. You felt poor as you stared at Theo's hand that pressed the knife in Jerome's throat deeper and deeper - and that all right in front of you. Your whole body shivered, you were about to throw up every minute.

Tears built up in your eyes and some even streamed down your cheeks. This couldn't be real, this mustn't be real! You couldn't loose him, not now, not again, not forever.

Things have happened not quite perfect and you were mad at him, you didn't want to be with him, you even hated him for a moment, you were afraid of him... everything. You could say for one moment he was your biggest fear in your life because you were scared he'd kill you every minute, or every time you did something wrong. But that faded, it was forgiven, your love was refreshed. It was stronger than the night you two met for the first time. Your connection was stronger than ever before - you knew you belonged together. Why else did fate decide to let you two meet again? Why else would you fall for him again? Why else did he all you his doll, his girl, his queen? That weren't just words...it was more, a lot more.

You knew Jerome couldn't show love as usual people did, but you knew he loved you. His soft side towards you, him trying to make you smile, him protecting you when Greenwood teased you or harassed you..,that was all real. He didn't act at all!

All the memories came up. His smile, how you two hold a conversation for the first time at the circus, you felt the warmth on you hand again when you remembered how he held your hand. You could feel his arms wrapping around your body, and you could hear him calling you 'doll'.

And all this was gone forever now.

"I know, I know." He pressed Jerome down to the ground "Im so sorry, Jerome. You have real talent. But now you see, the plot thickens. Enter the hero." You saw Theo grinning slightly.

You could kill him for what he has done to him - and to you. He took all your joy away, he ripped your heart in two and three it away that it shattered in thousands of pieces. He had to die in your eyes. He just deserved it. You wanted revenge. You wanted to make him feel what he has done to you. You wanted to make him feel how you felt - sad, broken, shocked.

"I was gonna be.." With his last breath and his last courage, he looked up to you still having a grin in his face. His mouth opened shortly as if he was about to say something to you, but too late.

He was dead - dead as your happiness, your joy, you will to live. Your heart felt so heavy that every beating was exhausting you, as your breathing. The world was spinning around you. You body and your psyche couldn't handle what has happened just a few seconds in front of you.

He died, your love, your everything - your Jerome. And he will never come back.

And you died - inside.

[whew-oh-em-gee]

The green-eyed monster

Warnings: the green eyed monster, of course! Implied smut and a couple of swear words. Oh! And me attempting to put in song references.

Jake Gyllenhaal x Fem!reader

I hope you enjoy it!

Jealousy, also referred to by many as the green-eyed monster, is the act of feeling or showing a resentful suspicion that one's partner is attracted to or involved with someone else.

You had never really been the jealous type. Never. However, something about this situation was very different. Could it be because this was not an event you were familiar with? Could it be because the lady affectionately laughing while placing her hand on your boyfriend’s chest, was capable of buying most of your possessions, if not all of them, with half of her paycheck? Or could it be because your insecurities about how you looked, despite being told you looked gorgeous by your boyfriend, suddenly decided to make themselves known?

Whatever the reason was, you were jealous. And that was that.

Now the question is, how did you get here in the first place?

4 hours ago

“Don’t fret. You look gorgeous, honey! “ you boyfriend exclaimed, finally exhausted by the number of questions you asked about how you looked, while you were having a mini freak out in front of the full body length mirror in your shared bedroom. Jake genuinely thought you looked amazing in anything you wore and it irks him whenever you don’t acknowledge that as well.

Noticing the hint of expiration in his tone, you apologized.

“I’m sorry. I just...” you paused, sighing, as you tried to find the right words. “I just don’t want to let you down. There are going to be a lot of extremely beautiful women there and I don’t want to stick out like a sore thumb. Especially since this is going to be the first event we’re going to together.”

With a light chuckle, Jake pressed his lips to your forehead.

“You worry too much. You look wonderful and I don’t care about all the other women because you are the only beautiful woman I’ll see.” He said, cupping your face his big hands and stroking your cheeks with his thumbs.

You smiled and tried your best not to cry because of how sweet Jake was being. You weren’t ready to mess up your make up because it was time consuming and quite expensive.

“I love you.” You finally uttered after a moment of silence, consisting of you two staring into each other’s eyes.

“I love you too, baby. Now come on. We’re gonna be late.” Jake murmured before taking your hand and tugging you out of the room and out of your shared apartment towards the rented car that was waiting for you outside.

Half an hour later, you both found yourself in the midst of many well-known actors, directors and producers. Jake pulled you along as he greeted the people he recognized and introduced you to them, if they hadn’t met you already.

“Hubby!” you heard a familiar voice call out, over the loud party music that was playing. You knew that voice quite well. Maybe too well.

Tom Holland that proud owner of the voice, accompanied by Zendaya, made his way to you and Jake.

“Well, well, well isn’t it my prodigal husband.” Jake joked as he embraced to in a side hug. Meanwhile you and Zendaya, who has become close friends the moment you met each other some time ago, smothered each other with kisses as you giggled in unison.

The four of you spent the next hour cracking jokes, while catching up with each other’s lives. That was until you were interrupted

“Jacob,” a feminine voice purred “I haven’t seen you in forever!”

All the attention moved to where the voice came from.

“Joey! Hi! It has been a while.” Jake responded, hugging her.

Zendaya looked at you with a raised eyebrow as ‘Jo’, as Jake affectionately called her started conversing with him.

You shrugged in response, answering her silent question. You had no idea who this newcomer was.

“Oh how could I forget?! Tom, Z, Y/N, this is Jolene, an old friend.” Jake introduced.

Jolene? How fitting. You suddenly felt Dolly Parton’s pain when she sang her song with the same title as this lady’s name.

Jolene giggled. “Old friend? Is that what you call all your exes now?”

“You knew what I meant, Jo.” Jake rolled his eyes playfully.

She let out more giggles.

You opened your mouth to say ‘hi’ but you were interrupted by Jolene talking again.

“Oh my god, Jacob! You absolutely have to meet someone.” She pulled Jake away from your group and towards whoever she wanted him to meet.

You blinked rapidly, trying to process what just happened.

“That was…interesting.” Tom deadpanned, earning an elbow to the ribs from Z. “Hey!” he protested rubbing the spot he was hit.

You raised your head, looking up at the ceiling. “Y/N, what are you doing?” Z asked in confusion.

“I wanna cry but my foundation cost me thirty-five dollars.” You muttered, trying to blink away the tears that were forming.

Not today, Satan, not today.

Tom’s snort quickly morphed into another exclamation of pain when he got elbowed at the same spot again by the same person.

“Aww hun, you don’t need to cry. It’s not worth it?” Z asked rubbing your back soothingly.

“His ex does seem kinda bossy, to be honest.”

Z gasped, “Thomas Stanley Holland, the next time you do something that will make the situation worse, I. Will. End. You.”

“It’s alright, Z” you sighed, as you fished through your purse to find anything to help you with keeping the tears as bay, “He’s right.”

“I think I’m going to talk to him.” Tom said, leaving before any of you could react.

Z turned to you “Y/N-“

“No, no.” you butted in “It’s okay! I’m okay! I’m just going to head home.”

Oh boy, were you lying.

Who were you kidding? She was beautiful! All Jake’s exes probably were the same. What did he see in you anyway? Why did you decide to come here at all? Ugh! Jolene, please don’t take my man.

Finally, bringing your head down to its original position, you dubbed your eyes gently and put your brave face on and made your way to the exit.

You were not going to cry here. You were not going to cry here. You were not going to cry-

“Y/N!” You heard you boyfriend’s voice shout from afar.

You stood still, taking a deep breath.

You can do this Y/N. Elsa was able to do it. Don’t forget. Conceal, don’t feel. Don’t let him know.

“Y/N.” you heard him again, only closer this time.

You opened your eyes and there he stood, right in front of you, in all his handsome glory.

“Where are you going, love?” Jake asked with a slight tilt of his head.

“You seemed very much occupied with that Jolene of yours so I decided to head home.”

Jake raised an eyebrow.

And now he knows. Fuck.

“Really? That sounds like-“

“Yes, Jacob. I am jealous because she’s extremely pretty and you are probably still attracted to her.”

Let it goooo, let it goooo. Can’t hold it back anymore. Damn, you feel so much like Elsa right now. Why on earth were you thinking about Frozen anyway?!

“Babe!” he laughed, stunned at your revelation. “What did I tell you before we left the apartment?”

You sighed.

“I know it’s just… I don’t feel like I’m enough for you sometimes and coming here just makes me feel like I’m not enough for you all the time.”

Jake shook his head, sighing, and pulled out his phone without a word.

“What are you doing?” you asked, curious.

“I’m getting us an Uber.”

“Why?”

“It looks like someone has to have all her insecurities fucked out of her.”

You blanched and looked around.

“Jacob!” you whisper-yelled between clenched teeth looking around to check if anyone had heard what he said.

He placed a hand on each of your shoulders. “I love you so, so, so much. Please don’t let anyone including yourself make you think otherwise. You won my heart fair and square and you own it, baby. Besides, Jolene is married anyway. ”

“What?! Really?”

“Yeah. “He chuckled.

“She took me to meet her wife. Honestly, it was quite boring. I felt like I was third wheeling. I’m glad Tom saved me.”

“I’m sorry.” You pouted.

“It’s alright, babe.” He said offering his hand which you took “Come on, let’s get of here.”

 ……………………………………………………………………………………………

Bonus

“So…your inner green-monster came out, huh.” Your boyfriend whispered as you two cuddled in bed, in your pajamas.

“Jacob, it is 2 am .Why are you thinking about THAT at 2 am?”

    Author’s note: I really don't know what to feel about this. I loved writing it, though! I would love to hear from you! What do you think about it?

[hanii-rose]

•Because I can't send anon ask in askbox, can I submit it on here instead? So I have this thought:

Garou and the s/o were childhood friends but separated after Garou began to train himself in Bang's dojo. Now after Garou was defeated he comes to visit s/o's house for temporary hiding and also to rekindle their relationship.

Expect both of them getting closer after that. It mostly fluff sfw but you can throw some hot nsfw stuff for the thirst 🔥🔥

But can I request that the s/o is gender neutral, please? It's kinda sad that I rarely find a writing for gender neutral or male s/o, so I will be very grateful if you write the s/o as a gender neutral.

Thanks so much and have a nice day! ❤•

Yay another request ☺️ I tried to write reader as gender neutral, I'm not that great at it, but hopefully it's good enough to post haha

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Reunited

Garou x GN! Reader

It had been a few weeks since Garou had inexplicably showed up at your front door, bruised and weakened. When you first saw him, you instantly recognized his signature hairdo and blazing gold orbs.

It was that kid from school! You occasionally played with him in your younger years, and the two of you had become particularly close, talking, pulling pranks and acting out other childish activities. But as you grew older, you focused more on your books and slowly started seeing less of him, ultimately drifting apart in highschool. You never saw him again, until two weeks ago that is.

After he came hobbling through your doorstep, you let him in, fed him and even bathed him. He took care of his own injuries and he's been staying with you ever since. You assumed he remembered you due to the fact that he called you by your name multiple times without you telling him. When you asked him why he showed up here and now, he explained his situation. His hero-hunting, the Monster Association, Bang's dojo and his pathetic defeat at the hands of a bald guy in a yellow jumpsuit. He told you he needed sanctuary for two or three months, at least until the search for him died down.

You understood his reasoning, albeit feeling a bit sad that he didn't come to you mainly to see you. Truth be told, you had developed quite a crush on the silver haired Adonis, even back then. But in the past, you were much too busy with your studies and his sudden disappearance left your desires unfulfilled. But now he was back, taller, stronger and much much more handsome. It reignited a little spark in your core and you constantly began to crave his touch and attention, often picturing him in the most lewd scenarios you could think of. You touched yourself so many times that you lost count. You tried not to most of the time, in hopes that he wouldn't notice your arousal. Little did you know that Garou was going through something similar.

>>

Presently, you had just returned home from work with a bag of store bought food. You hung your coat and scarf on the coat hanger and neatly discarded your black office shoes on the wooden shoe rack. You walked all the way to the kitchen, placed the bag of food down and rushed to the living room in hopes of finding your wolfish guest.

You walked in on him, shirtless, crouching on the floor and fiddling with something. His back displayed all of the hard work he had put into building himself these few years. Littered with bumps and crevices that most people could only dream of in their lifetime.

You, unbeknownst to him, gently pressed a finger down onto the back of his neck and slid downwards, following his spine to the middle of his gorgeous back. He visibly tensed and turned his head, staring deep into your curious eyes.

"You're back..." he stated, turning around and getting back to work.

"Yeah, had a long day today. What have you been up to?"

He shook his head softly and muttered, "Fixed yer damn side table. The wobbly piece of shit almost fell over when I walked by it."

You chuckled at his words while patting his defined shoulder and replied, "Well you're pretty nifty, aren't you? Maybe I'll keep you around longer, huh?"

He smirked and stood up straight, taut muscles glistened with sweat and biceps flexed as he scratched the back of his head.

"Yeah, you'd like that wouldn't ya? A personal slave to do all of yer work for ya?"

You replied with an obnoxious 'MHMMM' and exited the living room, walking yourself to the kitchen.

Opening the fridge door, you grabbed the large 2 litre bottle of coke and two large sets of glasses and decorated them atop a tray.

Holding the tray and kicking the fridge door shut with your foot, you treaded back to the living area and set the tray down on top of your now fixed table.

"Sit down, I'll fix you a drink."

Garou complied, sitting himself comfortably on top of your black couch, the leather making scratching noises as he shifted around for the perfect spot.

"Thanks for the table. I've been trying to fix it for ages."

He nodded and grinned, "No big deal. It's the least I could do."

You sat down next to him on his right, leaned forward and poured the chilled coke into the two cups. Closing the cap, you handed him a glass and sipped on your own coke. You relaxed back into the couch, your shoulder brushing his ever so slightly as you unwinded. Work was getting frustrating, even for a desk job, not to mention your desires for the wolfish man would not relent, leading to many restless nights.

"This feels way too good." you lazily stated, stretching back and leisurely taking small sips from the cup.

"Yeah..." Garou agreed softly, his cup already empty.

You noticed the lack of substance in his hand and offered a refill.

"Hold your cup right. I'm gonna give you some more..."

You grabbed the large plastic bottle from the table and twisted the cap open, pouring carefully, a good enough amount of the sweet liquid.

Unbeknownst to you, Garou had outstretched his arm behind you, resting it at the headrest of the couch. His right knee brushed up against yours gently as he scooted closer to you, inhaling your intoxicating scent. Somehow, your smell was so much more stronger when you came home from work. He noticed it once, after you had accidentally bumped into him. And that unique smell drove him absolutely wild.

You turned back after filling his cup and placed the half empty bottle down. You again leaned back getting even more comfortable, somewhat leaning against him. From this position, he could trace your body through the white flimsy fabric of your office shirt.

It was turning him on more than anything.

He chugged his cup until it was completely empty, savouring every last drop of the fizzy drink. He placed his cup down and his now empty hand found purchase upon your clothed knee. His right arm still behind you, wrapped itself around your shoulder, trapping you.

"So tell me about work." he suggested, rubbing your tired shoulder.

"Oh my gosh, you have no clue how annoying some of my desk mates are!" you began.

"They constantly take things from my desk without asking and they are so unorganized, like at least learn to number your reports when you give em' to me, ya'know?"

He hummed and sighed with whatever you said, but honestly, he didn't give a crap about your asshole co-workers. Just let him stare at your stunning legs for a while longer. He could feel his cock twitching in his trousers, your lips trembled as you angrily ranted about your fellow employees. Those same lips he wanted to ravish with his own.

"-And then I said, I'm not going to your fuckin' baby shower and..." you suddenly quieted down.

Why was he staring at you like that?

"Umm Garou, you okay buddy...?"

He ignored your question again. He was so close, you could feel his breath on your cheek! You tried scooting away, but you were held in place by his left hand on your knee, gripping with force and his right arm wrapped around your shoulder.

You placed your palm on top of his hand and he snapped out of his trance, face red and pouting.

"... Is something wrong?"

He vigorously shook his head and scratched his cheek, the blush still faintly prominent under his chiseled cheekbones.

"Are you sure?" you asked, thoroughly concerned. You placed your open palm on his back and rubbed languidly, relenting your weight on top of his. Before you could get up from your position next to him, he yanked you downwards and you plopped down onto the couch, your back hitting the foam armrest.

"Yer so fuckin' sexy, ya'know that?" he asked, sounding somewhat angry.

"Huh?"

"I said, yer so fuckin' sexy. Such a fuckin' turn on!"

Before you could protest, he swiped his hand down your middle, swiftly popping off all of the buttons on your shirt and exposing your chest and stomach. You tried to push him off but to no avail.

"Garou! What are you doing?" you inquired, feeling absolutely embarrassed. Your cheeks dusted with red and you swallowed hard.

"Fuck... What the fuck am I doing?"

He sighed exasperatedly and got off of you. Standing up, he started walking towards the guest room, no doubt to put on his shirt and leave. But before he could turn the corner, you grasped his hand tight.

"Where are you going?"

"I'm leaving. I shouldn't be around you anymore. I can't fucking control myself..." he replied, sweat dripping from his temple.

"What do you mean?"

You strutted closer to him, placing two hands on his bare chest.

"I like you, a lot. And I wanna fuck you all the time."

You were surprised, pleasantly. You giggled at his confession and leaned closer, almost falling on his hard chest.

Rubbing your hand down his stomach and over his delicious abs, you wiggled in his sight.

"I don't mind..." you spoke, tone awfully sly.

Your expression gave away your intentions and Garou found himself grasping your hips, bringing them closer towards his.

"Oh really?" he asked, equally mischievous.

You made a lusty 'mhmm' noise, confirming his suspicions.

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you leaned closer to his smirking face, and whispered, "I want to fuck you all the time too..."

"Fuck, yer such a tease!"

Giggling, you brought your mouth upto his and waited for him to place his on yours.

When your silent request was met, you closed your eyes and revelled in the passion.

He feverishly gripped your waist, slid his hand downwards, giving your ass a quick squeeze.

Breaking the kiss, he kept his face near yours, taking in your form.

"I've wanted to do that for so long..."

"Me too." you replied.

"So you wanna fuck me all the time too huh?" he asked.

"Yeah, you're the only one who can take my mind off of my demented office."

"Well then, should we get started?"

You nodded, lustfully looking into his eyes.

>>

Sitting down had become an issue for you these days. As the days progressed, so did your monster boyfriends hormones. But you two got by. You had to buy a new shirt though, and everyone at your office could tell you'd been fucked out of your mind. But nothing bothered you anymore, not even your moronic deskmates.

It seemed life had gotten better for the two of you, except for the severe back pain you had after Garou finished his dubious acts. Other than that you were fairly content with what you had right now.

[sanchoyo]

danny phantom season 2, eps 1-5 thoughts! opening the new season with episodes like these kinda blew me away. we had multiple serious episodes INCLUDING a two parter!! also, valerie :)

see prev episode thoughts in this tag <3

-I don't know what I expected s2 to open with. but danny portal incident in more detail was not it. (also, I hate to break it to you, sam, but danny's parent's bigass ghost hunting rv def chugs more gas than those vehicles, lmao. unless it runs on ectoplasm or something...)

-WHY WAS DESIREE IN THE SEWER? HAVING TEA WITH IT DOWN THERE?? Her making the giant cow come alive is a boss move, we've almost had all of my fav animals as ghosts now <3 I also don't like how sam was expecting danny to just, haunt the place so the cars wouldn't get sold? I KNOWWW I know she's 14 (and I had a very annoying phase like this, I think I mentioned in a previous post, I GET IT) but they're HIS powers, and messing with (1) dealership will not really put a dent in sales overall because they can just move the cars to another sales lot, and it certainly wont change the industry anyway, it's more of a minor annoyance for (1) location. Also, usually people who work at car sales places work on commission, so if they dont make a sale, they don't have money to pay bills, or eat. sam baby if u wanna be an activist you need to like, actually look into these things. with as much money as her parents have, she could be doing a lot..more useful things for causes she cares about? it's frustrating to see someone with resources who doesn't know how to use them. but shes 14 so again. cannot be really upset :/

-IS THIS A PREDATOR VS TERMINATOR VS FREDDY KRUEGER MOVIE BUT THEYRE ALL WOMEN?? you know, sam is so right to be excited about this. /I/ want to see this movie. that rules

-paulina inviting danny and friends to her quinceañera, aw! even if it is just to get phantom to show up :') and there'll be a meteor shower, and we KNOW danny wants to be an astronaut!! there's not a meteor shower every night!! the tickets are non-refundable, but..she's rich? like. gotta agree with danny, they never get invited!! I KNOW it's the principle of keeping promises, but if she was that upset, she should've said something. directly. I hated how she was like, passive aggressive about it through the episode, like you SAID IT WAS FINE, THAT YOU'D GO TO THE PARTY TOO. MOVIES SHOW FOR A FEW WEEKS IN THEATERS. IF YOU HAD A REAL PROBLEM YOU NEED TO TALK ABOUT IT. WE'VE HAD THIS PROBLEM BEFORE, SAM. YOUR FRIENDS. ARE NOT. MIND READERS.

-MR. LANCER GOING AFTER THE GHOST WITH THE FIRE EXTINGISHER LMAO

-this outfit is everything . anytime the show does an over the top cutesty pink outfit i WANT IT. it looks like shit I wear JKASDHF I HAVE a bow like that and a pink sweater. I need leg warmers </3

-SAMS GOTTA RE-HALF-KILL HIM??? thats fucked up. but also, he finally got his logo!! it took until s2!!! this episode was lowkey very fucked and I felt like it glossed over a lot. does sam have guilt about like. kinda KILLING HIM?? I know, he also agreed and walked into the portal. but. she made the choice to redo it SO quickly (even if it was because someone had to beat desiree) and danny, during their fight, brought up a lot of stuff sam's done in the past, meaning he was holding onto those memories and resentment was building. (I KEEP SAYING HE LOWKEY NEEDS THERAPY, BUT I THINK MOST EVERYONE IN THIS SHOW KINDA DOES) which...is a red flag? and then they didnt even GO to the party URGH I know she tried to make up for it, but it really felt like Sam fucked up and barely faced any consequences and got everything she wanted in the end. I KNOW it's a kids show obv they aren't going to go too in depth, and she undid the damage, kinda, but...I DUNNO how to articulate it but it rubbed me the wrong way.

-but on a note about desiree, her powers of wishes were STRONG ENOUGH TO ERASE NOT JUST THEIR MEMORIES, BUT DANNY'S POWERS?! fuck, if I was danny I'd be like, trying to make friends with her. I know they always have horrible side effects as most genie-granted wishes do, but...c'mon, I'd at least TRY to be like 'I wish no ghosts would hurt anyone in my town' or 'I wish vlad would lose his ghost powers forever no matter What and also forget about my mom' LIKE. SHIT DESIREE IS SO POWERFUL. rewriting reality powerful, basically!! appreciate her. respect her.

-aww, sam helping tucker pass the nurse's office so he wouldn't see because he's afraid of medical stuff? very sweet. I also don't like medical stuff, I've gotten a lot better at handling it tho. but seeing blood and needles still makes me feel lightheaded x_x

-FOLEY, BY TUCKER FOLEY. I want to make my own perfume, that's so cool. even if his first attempt isn't good, he's pretty consistently shown to have an inventor/entrepreneur streak in the show, so like. I can see him inventing or making something (or several somethings) that make him $$$ when he grows up :) proud of my creative son

-I know the 'creepy abandoned hospital on the edge of town' is a joke and the creepy hospital trope is so Worn Out, but in my town we actually DO have a hospital like that! my dad was born in it, but its not in use and hasn't been for, like, 20 years! it needs to be torn down but I think the city doesn't wanna pay the money. the inside is horrible, spray painted and broken glass and shit everywhere. but there's still like, rusty equipment and fucking DOLLS all over the place. the cops drive by it pretty frequently to make sure no one is like, breaking in. (because of water damage, some of the areas really aren't safe. also, asbestos, but people still go in anyway) but also, some of my town was used in a filming for a stephen king show. So it's lowkey spooky all over. just a fun personal tidbit :) to lead into saying, any hospital abandoned for any period of time is NOT safe to quarantine these kids in JKSAHDKF like I KNOW it's a ghost trying to do this, but NONE of these parents are even like, 'well, why dont we keep them in the regular, working hospital'....YIKES. this hospital looks pretty accurate to the one in town. grungy and spooky.

-fentons are tax evaders confirmed by jack's fear of being audited, lol no one is surprised

-ghost sickness via ghost bugs. horrifying concept. I actually expected it to be a new villain, not dr. spectra again! this is a very elaborate scheme. her new form rules, love the new costume. the way none of the bg kids seem to recognize her as their old school councilor. did we just forget about that completely?

-dash watching romance movies in the fucked up ghost hospital. same.

-'oh please, you're ghosts, do you have any idea what YOU smell like?' no, tucker, what DO ghosts smell like? I genuinely didn't know they would even have a smell, I actually want to know now.

-it feels like a while since we've seen jazz!! i was happy to see her again, even if she was a head in a jar for most the episode. I want another jazz-focused ep!!

-we finally see danny doing space-related stuff!! him and his friends stargazing to open ep 3 of s2. cute :) until, GHOST PIRATES!!!!! ...ghost pirate captain is a small child?? VOICED BY TAYLOR LAUTNER???

-oh, the easy listening is ember's song instrumental slowed. 'vapor drone' THEY VAPORWAVED HER!!! ember in a pirate outfit tho >>>>. and the cruise being called m.bersback JKASDHJK. ember adopting a little pirate brother is also pretty cute. concerning this teen and little kid have such bad opinions of adults, like, who hurt you?? (how did you DIE ALSO?? im always lowkey curious about that. we know desiree died at an old age, but her ghost form is young, probably mid-20s, so I wonder how that sort of thing works...its a more mental thing, isn't it?) but ghost team-ups are always cool to see, even if ember bailed after danny took her guitar. I guess she probably thinks youngblood can handle it (which, he's been owning danny this far in the ep, so...fair)

-tucker got that sponsorship from nasty burger for their radio!!! again, opportunistic money maker king, love to see it!!!

-danny taking control of the kids SO FAST. he makes a pretty great leader. no one is surprised, im pretty sure I said I think he's the most mature of the trio, once again, correct, because he's taken on so much responsibility already. all the teens suiting up in the jumpsuits to go save the adults and taking the ship over with a BLIMP. OKAY LETS GO. this feels like it should be a mid finale or straight up finale.

-...speaking of finales. why is ep 4-5 of s2 combined into a 50 minute episode? I havent even clicked play and im concerned. weird placement, like, this season JUST started and we're getting a two parter? okay...why are the episodes placed like this? why not put this at episode 10 or something, for a mid-season thing?

-this is also a cute dress. possibly my fav dress so far. can her parents give ME cute dresses, I'LL wear them.

-it turns out the castle fright knight was in is called pariah's keep and there's something worse than fright knight in there! lovely! fuck off vlad wtf are you doing <3 your hubris <3 is going to literally get you killed <3 'ring of rage' and 'crown of fire' are great names tho. ...vlad turning into a super polite guy when he was scared of mr. pariah was hilarious. and fright knight doing the same...I mean, it makes sense, he's a knight, he serves a king? happy to see fright knight again either way :) vlad telling him to call him tho, lmfao. you WISH HE WOULD. (I wish hed call me, too. 😔)

-so...jack being genuinely concerned about vlad...maddie really didn't tell him what happened at the cabin, did she. damn. if I was her id immediately come home and be like 'YOU WONT BELIEVE THIS SHITTTT THIS CREEPY GUY--' like, I feel like that stuff you need to tell your partner!!! I know she didnt want Jack to think she was an irresponsible parent putting danny in danger at that time, but STILLLL. maddie spilling boiling tea on him. get his ass. how is jack this oblivious to his wife's discomfort with vlad!! ughhh

-fenton wipe (tm). trademarked toilet paper.

-DANNY AND VALERIE BEING FRIENDS??? :D that was a cute moment. 'hey val <3' and 'if you like him like him, make a move, or someone else will ;)' at sam...damn!! I love her. valerie go for it girl!!! I hate how sam and tucker treat val also, like I GET IT YOURE PROTECTIVE AND DONT TRUST but if anything him befriending valerie will help when she finds out or he tells her like I feel like she'll be more understanding that they think! ALSO I feel like her reason for not liking ghosts is valid, like you haven't really explained the full story to her anyway! she doesn't seem to have any other friends after being booted from the a-listers so im like :( but seeing them kick butt together again was nice <3

-the ghosts all RUNNING FROM PARIAH DARK IS NOT GOOD, I thought he sent them to attack or something, but no. why doesn't someone just tell desiree 'hey i wish pariah dark would die' lol. once again I think she can solve every problem <3 but seeing all the enemies in one place, being civil and hiding together? love it.

-you just know danny's gonna have to clean up vlad's stupid mess. also, jack being willing to put on the ectoskeleton pants to help maddie, as soon as vlad heard it could kill him, he suggested jack do it instead of helping maddie himself? this is why jack got the girl, my man.

-ghost skeletons. how do you end up as a skeleton ghost in your afterlife instead of a humanoid like most the ones we've seen? lmao

-the ghosts just making new homes in various stores. I'd totally be setting up in an expensive clothing store if I was a ghost.

-valerie's dad is possibly the most useful adult so far, with that ghost shield expansion!!! and valerie saving vlad and danny, even tho shes been thru it already, shes still so good!!! this family rules.

-danny: *gently caresses valerie* :)

-*then he immediately TELLS HER DAD ON HER. and his first response is 'are you okay?' :'( such a good dad...

-*me every time fright knight breathes* youre doing SO great sweetie :)

-the fenton suit thing is so silly looking. does anyone take this thing seriously

-ALL THE GHOSTS FIGHTING WITH DANNY <3 AAAAA. and the fact that pariah isn't perma-defeated, but just locked away again. yikes. he'll probably get out again, won't he? it wasn't too clear, but if vlad DID make a pact with fright knight, I am rabid. I will beat vlad to death with the fenton bat (tm). YOU DONT DESERVE A COOL KNIGHT.

-valerie being direct with sam and challenging her? kinda love that, even tho I normally don't like 'catfight' type situations. because sam has been very passive aggressive about it which is annoying. valerie knows wtf she wants and wasn't even embarrassed to tell sam, but she did tell her, giving sam time to make her own move! and sam denied it and got embarrassed/mad! and sam did have a chance when danny was about to go off and fight, and she hesitated and didn't tell him. I feel like she's hesitating because they're friends and it might make it weird between the trio (poor tucker would be third-wheeling) but if u snooze u lose, u gotta GO after what u WANT girl. smh this is a No Tsundere Zone. 😤

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𝑩𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒔 [𝑨 𝑨𝒓𝒎𝒊𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝑯𝒖𝒙 𝒙 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒙 𝑲𝒚𝒍𝒐 𝑹𝒆𝒏 𝑭𝒂𝒏𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 || 𝑭𝒓𝒐𝒛𝒆𝒏 𝑨𝑼]

||➸𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐈𝐈: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐀𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐚𝐧||

Summary:  After your sister's coronation, you hoped destiny had bigger plans for you. With the arrival of the king of Alderaan, you finally feel like your life will turn into a fairytale after so many years of being isolated. Maybe you shouldn've have been so hopeful. But not everyone gets a happy ending, and maybe the answers you seek are right down the hallway.

Tags/Warnings: Angst.

Author's Note: Hello! Well, here's chapter 2 as promised. Kinda didn't like the ending, took me 3 takes. I also left a easter egg somewhere in this chapter, wanna see who'll notice it :)) Feedback is much appreciated ♡ Hope y'all enjoy!

Taglist: @girl-next-door-writes

The ball room has never been so colorful like before, and you were certain you had never felt so many eyes laid on you like shadows in the dark. Like they were waiting for one single wrong move from you, a false step, so to say.

Your feet almost slid across the floor as you searched for your grandfather Palpatine in the crowd, he was nowhere to be seen. So many unfamiliar faces and no one to recognize, but again, you had no friends.

"Hello."

You turned around and met the brown eyes of your sister, Rey, who was staring at you with a relaxed smile.

"Oh, hello me?" You stupidly looked around in a brisk, "Uh, hi. You look beautiful! Is that mother's dress?"

An astonishing scarlet dress with a V neckline, you wouldn't say it was adequate for the coronation, but she looked amazing in it. Rey's new crown fit her head perfectly, you swore it was your father's crown but the newly red crystal on it made you doubt a little. What kind of crystal was that, anyway?

"I can say the same about you." Rey sweetly smiled and looked to the huge crowd dancing around the large gala room. She never looked at you for too long, you guessed it was merely because...well, you actually had no idea.

"Your Majesty, the duke of Alzakan."

"Alsakan! Duke of Alsakan! Ahem," You stared at Rey, and given to you two being sisters, you could sense how tense she'd gotten when a taller man approached her and overly exaggerated bowed down. You don't remember hearing about this duke's arrival, even if he made it seem like he was the brightest star of the room.

The queen gave him a polite nod.

"Your Majesty, as your most profitable trading partner, it is an honor to finally meet the true queen of Naboo." The man gently kissed Rey's hand, but even if it was just a respectful greeting, you didn't blame her for being tense. This duke had the energy of a child that ate too much sugar.

Behind Rey, you coughed by accident and it caught their attention as you saw both heads turn to you with brows furrowed. You got your perfect princess posture back and offered them a apologetic smile and a wave.

Rey put herself in front of you as a way of ending this embarassing moment and distract the duke as she offered her hand for a shake.

"I must say the same about you, Duke Pryde. My grandfather spoke very highly of you." This surely boosted Pryde's ego as he smug smirked to his guards behind him, "I hope our trade routes will remain as sucessful as they were with my parents."

"Well, I, uh." Their conversation faded to background noise as you tried to distance yourself from the spotlight and pretend this never happened, maybe if you slowly backed off nobody would notice the younger princess slinding off somewhere.

You felt too many eyes on you, even if your eyes were certain nobody was watching you. You did not plan on disappointing anyone, at least, not at your sister's coronation party. Full of grace, you looked to the crowd and surroundings, and your eyes paused on a strange symbol on the far away wall just to your right. It was a sixteen-rayed symbol inscribed within a hexagon, denoting an explosive force pushing against attempts to contain it.

You were quite sure you'd seen this symbol before, somewhere. Your eyes only focused on the sigil as you tried your hardest to search your memories for it. But, the closer you got to it, an invisible force pushed it further from your grasp. Just like sand slips through your fingers when you attempt to hold it.

In fact, you do not remember your childhood, nor your early teenage years. Not a single thing. You just remember the feelings after something traumatic had happened; the loneliness, the pain, the anger and more loneliness. Sometimes, as of right now, your mind didn't feel like your own, nor did your memories. They felt like they belonged to someone else. Someone who was not you.

Tu'iea eyes deceive tu, isar nenx jostas savimi

The whispers in the walls. There they were again. They always came from the walls, but you only say that because you hate to admit that they sound right next to you.

"(Y/N)?"

You loudly gasped as you turned around in a fright, your eyes met Rey's once more. She was frowning, and with a slight worried look painted on her eyes. Oh, you hoped nobody heard it.

"Is everything alright?"

You quickly washed off your scared face and laughed to ease the situation you were currently stuck in, hoping she wouldn't do any questions about it. Or mention it by any case.

"Dear stars, yes, I'm quite alright, thank you. It was probably just some bug."

She nodded, and only when she moved away from you that you realized Rey was holding your hand in a way of calling for your attention. Before moving to her side, you glanced an eye to the wall where the symbol was, but it wasn't there.

"This party looks so alive." Rey commented besides you, her eyes were as bright as stars in the sky as she watched the people dance like there was no worries in the whole galaxy.

"Maybe we could keep the gates open." You suggested, your heart full of hope. "Your queen now, Palpatine can't control us anymore. We can bring life back into the palace!"

"We can't just change things without thinking, (Y/N)."

"But why not? It can be like before. I don't understand." You softly grabbed her hands and stared into her eyes, "This party doesn't have to be the only one. We can have plenty of more!"

"That's right," She replied, and your smile stretched further, "You don't understand. You never will. Things will never be like before."

And just like that, you felt your heart shatter into millions of pieces, like somebody just pulled your heart out of your chest and stabbed it right in front of you. Even if you and Rey weren't close, she had never spoken to you that way. No, something changed about her.

Upon realizing her mistake, Rey let go of your hands and smiled, but a strange one. A forced smile.

"Forgive me, I...Excuse me."

Not even giving you the chance to apologize, you watched Rey disappear behind some group of horned beings, which you didn't even try to remember what they were before you heard another voice behind you.

"Princess (Y/N), we meet again." Kylo Ren, that voice was impossible to forget. "I was just about to meet the queen, did something happen?"

"Oh, no, she had to...to talk to some duke of Alzakan." You looked back at with, forcing the same smile Rey had just pulled ten seconds ago.

"You look upset." His coal eyes were analyzing you once more, as if he was trying to read your inner thoughts. His eyes were like black holes, you quote internally, so easy to get lost in. They held so many emotions within. Your mother used to tell you that your eyes are mirrors to your soul, and you believe it, most of the time. You wonder what kind of soul Kylo Ren had.

"I'm sorry, do you want to get some air?"

The king silently nodded and gave you the front lead to the palace private gardens, your most favorite place to wander around and be in contact with nature, since you weren't allowed to leave the palace's grounds.

The echoes of the enchanting gala sounds began to fade in the background at each step you took farther from it. The shiny walls were replaced by glass ones, the only barrier between you and the actual garden. It was ethereal at moonlight, a complete breathtaking view. If you were to choose a place to spend all of eternity, this garden would be the chosen one.

Saturn Gardens.

The name you remember choosing for them when you were a child. Which doesn't make a lot of sense since it's only one garden, but hey, who cares right? Saturn was a funny name, you had a slight feeling it belonged to a name of something you were deeply fond of, but you couldn't quite grasp what it was. Nonetheless, you were thankful you choose a good name for them.

Yvir always told you how heavenly you looked at moonlight, and you're sure of it. This place is almost magical, so peaceful and silent even when there's a party happening just on the end of the hallway. You remember falling asleep here a few times, either it was reading or painting. You were quite a multi-talent person thanks to growing up bored and isolated on a huge palace, so you've gained a few skills here and there. This place was your big centre of inspiration.

You felt free here, from all responsabilities and troubles of life.

You discreetly glanced a curious eye to Kylo, who was walking besides you and attentively exploring the garden with his eyes only. In your mind, you wondered if he had a safe place too. A place where he felt free of everything, where he could relax without troubles, or where he felt inspired. Maybe everyone has something like that, you're not sure.

"Truth be told, I have no idea why my grandfather ordered the gates to be closed, or why most staff was fired." You sighed while your fingers gently passed through some book pages laying there on the pale blue glass table. Kylo looked over to you with an intrigued gaze. "Or why my sister shut me out. It was always me and myself."

So distracted by your thoughts, you barely noticed Kylo taking your hand from the book and hold it. His hands felt warm, surprisingly, as you had imagined that they were cold as ice. In difference to yours, his hands were also far larger. It caused a small smile across your lips.

"I spent most of my childhood lonely too." He admitted, his eyes never leaving your hands. "My parents were either ignoring me or too busy to hear me."

You remember the stories about them, but you didn't want to cross the line and ask him. This conversation you and the king of Alderaan were currently having was something that already cross rule number three; never mention his parents. So this caught you off guard.

Probably noticing your tense posture, Kylo's eyes shifted to yours; they held such a curious yet comforting gaze, as if this was his attempt to say "it's okay" without actually saying those two words. The moon behind him made him seem like an angel.

"I know how you feel." He assured you calmly. You were so lost in his eyes, so lost in the way they stared at you. "You can talk to me."

If you could preserve this moment, you would. You'd keep it close to your heart and protect it from all darkness in the galaxy. The mighty and mysterious Kylo Ren, former prince and now king of Alderaan, just opened his heart to you and pronounced those five words that you had never been told before.

You hoped this wasn't a dream. It'd break your soul if it was.

"Do you dance?" Upon your sudden question, Kylo raised an eyebrow. You got up from your seat and twirled around, loving the way your dress moved. "Will you dance with me?"

Even if his lips didn't move, his eyes expressed all the emotions you needed. They were like a calm ocean, or the rising sun in a early morning.

"My lady," He politely offered you his hand, once more. "It would be my pleasure."

You smiled, the most genuine smile you'd had in a long time. Your heart was filled with joy and excitement, hopefully it wouldn't jump out of your chest by the way it was beating so fast. Faster than the way you rushed to the coronation. You never felt like this for someone, no, and definitely not for him.

His moves were calculated, but so tender-hearted and light. He twirled you around again and kept you close to his chest, one hand on your waist and another one guiding your other hand. At this point, you weren't even worried about making the wrong turn or stepping your foot on his. No, no, it was like your body was no longer your own, but knew perfectly which steps to take and you were glad for that.

In your mind, you imagined dancing like this with Kylo in the middle of a royal ballroom, but it was only you two. With or without music, it didn't matter, you and Kylo were too busy staring at each other's eyes to notice any background sound.

You had no idea how long you two had been dancing, but it ended so quickly.

"May I ask you something?" He asked in a strange, low voice.

"Of course, anything." You stepped a bit away from him once the dance came to an end.

Kylo traced lines alongside your hand, back and forth, and another hand came to meet your cheek as he slowly caressed it.

"Will you marry me?"

Oh dear stars.

Everything stopped around you, at least that's what you felt. You didn't even know what to say or do. Maybe, just maybe, the universe was finally showing you your destiny. That you were worthy of something just like Rey is.

The king of Alderaan had just asked you to marry him, and there was only one answer available to your heart.

You laughed and smile, nodding in happiness, "Yes!"

The ballroom was still full, everybody seemed to be having a great time just like you. Palpatine was nowhere to be seen, but Rey was seen talking to Duke Pryde and some others you assumed were also trading partners. Poor thing, a part of you felt guilty she had to spend her party talking to them. She didn't look happy. But maybe the news you're about to give her will make it up. That's what you hoped for.

Moving through the crowd as you held Kylo's hand had already got you lots of side-eyes and surprised gasps and whispers. This will entertain them for a very long time, and you didn't even try to hide your smile. Why would you? You're the most happy person in this room right now, and you were not going to hide your emotions again.

"Rey! I mean, your Majesty, may I speak to you, please?"

She nodded, excusing herself from the boring companies, and followed you to a more empty space of the room.

"I, I mean, we'd like to ask for your blessing on," You and Kylo looked at each other for a brief moment, "on our marriage!"

Rey almost chocked on her drink and quickly put it down on a table.

"Ma,Marriage?" You nodded. "I'm sorry, I'm quite confused here."

"Well, I know it's a bit of a sudden, and we haven't planned the ceremony, but it could happen here! Just like mother and father's wedding." You chuckled innocently at the thought of it.

"If Your Majesty doesn't mind it, of course." At this comment, that you didn't spare a thought, Rey furrowed her brows at Kylo in a angry stance and dismissed him completely.

"We could invite everyone in the kingdom! We could get so many songs to play and the decoration, oh I'll need to talk with Yvir." You put your hands on your hips, going through a mental list of preparatives for the wedding. You couldn't wait to tell Yvir.

"(Y/N)-"

"Oh stars, I hope you don't mind if Kylo stays here until the wedding! I'll need a few days to plan everything-"

"Absolutely not! (Y/N)!"

You stopped, her loud voice kicking all thoughts you previously had. Kylo, next to you, stared at her with indifference, like this somehow didn't even surprise him.

Rey inhaled calmly, "With all due respect, your Majesty, but my sister can't marry a man she just met."

"What? You can't decide that for me, Rey. I'm an adult, just like you." You crossed your arms, eyebrows furrowed just like hers. Your sister's expression turned to a more uncomfortable one, and you had no idea why this was making her be like that.

"(Y/N), you're too young to know about love."

"And I suppose you know instead? All you ever did was shut everyone out. You shut me out."

All the eyes in the room were now on you three, this time not even a single whisper was heard. Even more silent than the gardens. Rey shifted uncomfortably on her feet, moving her fingers repeatedly, a panicked gaze on her eyes.

"(Y/N)-"

"Just why, why do you do this? Why did you shut me out? What are you so afraid of?" Unlikely and unexpected, you screamed at her, only to regret it the moment that sentence left your mouth. But it was too late.

"That's enough, (Y/N)!"

A rash strong blow sent Kylo flying across the room. Hadn't it been for Kylo placing himself as a shield in front of you, you knew that was intended for you.

"That's the force." Somebody said.

"She's a Jedi!"

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Hey! I'm curious, do you have any fics with Sam and the bois? If not, why not try something and treat yourself! Can be angst, fluff, literally anything- also I wanna know what that personality would be like 👀 also who is your favorite character?

I have one fsdnfnkdsfsk. It's just a morning with him sitting in the kitchen with the others. I know this is going to sound funny with how much I've written Tord on this blog, but I don't entirely have a favorite character. I just bounce between latching onto someone. Half the time it's Tord, Future Edd, Tom, or Red Leader.

Under a Read More since it's kinda longish. The yandere is mostly implied, with Tord saying he's taking Sam to a place where there's not a lot of people. venn= friend. bestevenn = best friend

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Mornings were…. An event for Sam. They hated getting up early, even when they had to do it for work. Though for work, it was fine. They’d get up and drink enough coffee to wake up before they had to go in and their job kept them too busy from really thinking about how tired they were.

Outside of work, however, getting up early was hell. Their sleep schedule was never the best although they’ve tried to fix it. So after they ignored four of the alarms they set, they finally got up for the sixth one.

They winced as their head throbbed and quickly shoved on one of their anime hoodies after they got dressed. Earrings could wait until they’ve had at least one mug of coffee.

“Oh hey Sam, good morning!”

“Mornin’ Edd,” Sam mumbles as they enter the kitchen. They shuffle straight towards the coffee pot, not once noticing the fond look Edd gives them. One of their favorite mugs, a Star Trek one, is already filled with coffee next to the pot.

Hurry up and don’t be grumpy when you get in my car

The note under their mug isn’t signed, but Sam rolls their eyes as they recognize the handwriting. Coffee’s still hot but since Tord poured it in not too long ago, it’s not hot enough to stop Sam from nearly chugging it.

“Soooooo, what has you up so early?”

Sam shrugs. They crumble up the note and sit at the kitchen table to groggily rub their eyes.

“Tord said he’d take me somewhere today. I think the mall? I’m not too sure but I remember he said that he saw a pair of earrings that I’d like. And you know he’s one of those freaky morning people who get up at ass o’clock to do shit like run so. Here I am.”

They drain half their mug of coffee before they groan and rest their head on their arms.

“I’m so tired,” Sam whines. “Coffee’s not kicking in fast enough.”

Edd laughs. “I’m sure you’ll buy an energy drink wherever you go. You always do.” He glances at their wrist but it’s void of any bracelet. “How are you uh, how are you feeling today? Anything in particular?”

“Hmmm…” Sam hums a little as they sit back up to drink their coffee. “They/he. Maybe. I feel good today. Just not she/her good. I tried to find the bracelet Matt made for days like these but I dunno where I put it.”

Edd nods and together, the both of them sit in silence for a few minutes.

“Oh wow, you’re up pretty early.”

“Mornin’ to you too Tom.”

There’s no heat in their tone so Tom ignores it. He plops down at the kitchen table next to Edd and drains his flask.

“Tom it’s literally eight in the morning. Eight.” Sam tells him.

“Quiet from the peanut gallery. You have coffee, I have this,” Tom shakes his flask a little at them before he gets back up to wash it out in the sink.

Sam rolls their eyes and finishes his mug.

“Sammy! You’re alive and awake so early!” Matt exclaims as he zeros in on Sam. He plops down into the seat next to them.

“Oh my god why is everyone so surprised I’m out here right now?”

“It’s because we all assume you’re dead until you shuffle out of your room at four in the afternoon looking like a zombie.”

Sam glares at Tom but he doesn’t even bother turning around from the sink. He sinks down in their seat mumbling to himself. Tord enters the kitchen, hair wet from his shower, and they sit up.

“Good, you are up,” Tord says. He grabs the coffee pot and pours more coffee into Sam’s mug. “We can leave in ten minutes, I already set your shoes next to the door and-” he squints at them. “Where are your earrings? Are you okay? You always wear earrings.”

“I’m fine. I just wanted to drink coffee before I put them on.” Sam takes a sip of his coffee and winces as it’s hot from being in the pot. “Where are we going today?”

“You’re going somewhere? Can I come?” Matt asks.

“No.”

And just like that, Tord crushes Matt’s hopes and dreams.

“It’s just going to be me and Sam. I want to spend time with-” Tord pauses as he stares at Sam’s bare wrist. “What’s today, venn?”

“He/They.”

“I want to spend time with him today,” Tord continues. “After all, my bestevenn is always so busy and sleeping like the dead when I’m home.”

Sam rolls his eyes. “You are all so dramatic. I saw you last night.”

“Yeah, for like five minutes as you made tea at three in the morning.” Tord ruffles Sam’s hair and grabs a mug for himself. “Anyway, we’re going to this little place I found near my work. It has lots of trinkets you’d enjoy and it shouldn’t be busy today so you won’t do that thing where you avoid going down certain aisles with people.”

Oh that was. Strangely nice of Tord. Sam takes a drink of his coffee to avoid confronting the warmth in his chest. They're so glad he has great friends. Even on mornings like these where none of them let him have a moment of peace without reminding him of his shitty sleep schedule.

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Q because I've seen you posting about this

I agree that men aren't like inherently evil and intersectionality exists but I've also noticed that they're the only majority group that gets defended against statements like that? Like it's not controversial to say "the straights suck" or "white people are horrible" etc but implying that men are shitty is somehow like uniquely not ok and they deserve to be more untouchable? idk I'm just not sure how to reconcile that, curious about your thoughts

Hmm...this is tricky because while I don't want to bring any possible negativity my way, I also feel like there are a lot of unsaid feelings floating around this topic that a lot of people don't wanna touch right now...but I'm not a lot of people, so I'm gonna do what I think is right.

To be honest, I'm ambivalent about this situation because I can kinda guess where the root of this situation started germinating and where it started to flip back into women and non-men having to write entire disclaimers when talking about dealing with discrimination, specifically from men. I feel like when I was coming up on tumblr as a teen, in the late 2000s and into the 2010s, there was an explosion of this new feminist wave. It wasn't perfect, at first, but then there began to be more of a focus on inclusiveness and intersectionality, where trans women, women of color, disabled women, and other women from other types of marginalized groups would be able to talk about how misogyny uniquely effects them.

In my own experience, this made a lot of sense even when I was coming into my own identity as a transmasc person. For the most part, I have always seen myself as a guy but like...a little to the left. I know that most people see me as a 'man' and that I pass as one, so it never bothered me to take on some of that responsibility of being a man who can recognize and nip misogyny in the bud wherever I see it or hear it. And this means anywhere for me, even in spaces with other marginalized men because unfortunately, it is and was extremely common for misogyny to fester there.

That never meant that it was lost on me to remember that there were other systems of oppression and bigoted ideas that effected marginalized men, specifically. So, I came to develop a 'everything is relative and take things on a case-by-case basis' type of mentality when I'm in any social setting. In real life, I have often encountered more women who would apologize for even talking about things that bothered them, primarily when it came to men, than I have seen women who were outwardly vocal about their distaste for the way men treated them. Even when there were men who knew I was trans, I was still able to access a level of 'conditional acceptance' among them, as long as I could do a song and dance of, 'yeah, some women are totally crazy lol,' when it came to them needing to take some level of accountability.

When I first started noticing more women doing this online, it was on TikTok when that whole, 'Kill All Men,' joke (because it was definitely just a joke and it was never meant to be taken seriously or to be taken out of its original context) was spreading around and there was this immediate backlash of (mostly white) men who felt 'attacked' by it. Granted, the only part of that I agreed with was if white women were using it against men of color or disabled men or any other marginalized men in genuine malice. Most of the time, I never saw women doing this genuinely unless they were TERFs and in that case, that's when I would call it out or unfollow someone.

Now, some men might take that as me cherry picking or kissing women's asses but like...I'm just explaining my own experience from real life and online. I really never felt 'threatened' or genuinely hated by women or anyone who wasn't a man when they've expressed how much they hated the way they were being treated by men. There wasn't this ridiculously overwhelming pressure to 'denounce' masculinity unless it was 'too strong' in women. And I'm talking about both cis and trans women being held to this standard of not showing any sort of masculinity with anything they choose to do.

I saw them getting haggled for it more than I've seen any men, marginalized or not, getting haggled for it. The only times I've seen anyone be so genuinely insidious towards men and boys was when TERFs go on their little, 'this is clearly thinly veiled bioessentianism wrapped in pretty libfem verbiage,' campaigns where they purposely insinuate that ALL men are 'inherently' evil and could 'never' understand being marginalized. Nine times outta ten, you check their blog and they're clearly a blatant transphobe of some flavor: TERF, a transphobic gay or straight man, a racist, a tradwife/traditionalist, a truscum that pretends they're not agreeing with TERFs, and on the off chance, it's a trans woman who's being an ass towards trans men.

Now, there was a little minute when the whole 'soft boy' discourse happened and we had to remind folks that it's more than ok for men to dress how they want, even if it's 'feminine'. But since then, it seems like women's appeal towards men who they see as 'non-threatening' has spiraled into a bunch of unfair assumptions towards all men but also a staggering amount of defensiveness for men at the same time.

And my thing is like...I get why we are at this current conjunction of discourse but...I really don't get why people are at such extremes to the point of forgetting that there are some issues that only effect women (cis and trans) on the basis of them just existing as women and some issues that can effect men but they inherently share with women because there is no systemic oppression of men just for existing as men.

Make no mistake, this isn't me saying that men have never struggled or have never faced any issues in their personal lives. This is me explaining how every marginalized man is gonna share that kind of oppression with women and non-men in that same community.

The same antiblack racism that hurts black women hurts black men. The same ableism that hurts disabled women hurts disabled men. The same transphobic rhetoric that hurts trans women hurts trans men. Obviously, when it comes to gender there has to be a bit more nuance because we need to include the experiences of nonbinary folks and intersex folks. But you get what I mean.

I feel like this shared experience in a lot of these marginalized communities is what keeps most of us working together but the problem of discrimination based on gender has always been biased towards women and/or anyone who fell out of the stereotypical tenants of 'masculinity' defined by cishet white men. Because of this I've seen trans men, for example, claim the oppression of misogyny based on them having been perceived as a woman at some point in their lives or still being perceived as one due to some of them not being able to 'pass' as a cishet man.

This is where I have a wrinkle in my brain because if I follow that logic, then I wouldn't really be a trans man experiencing lateral aggression and transphobia, would I? That's certainly not what that line of thinking means to me. It sounds closer to someone insinuating that because someone else assumes I have a vagina and/or sees my breasts not in a binder, and thinks I'm a woman, then I've experienced misogyny (or as some folks want to call it 'transandrophobia/transmisandry', which I will never be using). The reality, though, is the person who is discriminating against me just has a shallow perception of gender in an age where it's constantly being questioned and if I was wearing the most 'masculine' clothing with some facial hair, I would easily get my 'womanhood' card revoked.

And plenty of women, cis and trans, have talked about this particular situation in that when they as women display any sort of characteristic indicative of 'masculinity', especially if they are women of color, their womanhood is questioned. You can literally see this in action just by looking at what's happening with Black women in the Olympics.

This is just one of many recent examples I've been seeing of this new trend to validate some men's own insecurities, while failing to do the necessary work that is required of anyone to actually connect with folks in other communities. I have not felt like the men in a lot of these marginalized communities are putting the same energy to reach out to their fellow men as the women of these communities have been doing for years, mostly out of necessity for their own survival and the survival of their children. Again, this isn't to say that all men are doing this but a staggering majority are and that needs to be acknowledged by these men, themselves, in order to move forward.

You could be the most 'progressive' thinking man on the planet but if you're not putting your money where your mouth is, we're just gonna continue to spin around in circles until be all get tired of each other.

So, in conclusion lol, I will always be wary of any rhetoric that claims a certain group of people (especially if they're already marginalized) are 'inherently evil' or 'aren't worthy of respect or love' and I will always fight against it because it's wrong. No human is just 'born evil' because evil is something that is taught or impressed upon. However, I will also acknowledge that there are some issues that will only effect certain groups and that group needs more attention paid to their needs. In this case, since this is the topic, it is women who are still largely marginalized by society on account of them just existing as women. There will always be nuance on these kinds of topics, so again, I will take every situation on a case by case basis and make my judgements based on the facts and physical realities of these issues.