#oooooo the text and scenes are so good here

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I still don’t understand AFO. Why is he like this. This series repeatedly goes out of it’s way to humanize the villains but AFO is still just evil because he wants to be the demon lord and I don’t get it.

That would be the point, I feel-- AFO doesn't want to be understood or seen as "human." He wants to completely lose himself in character, wants other people to mindlessly play along with the story he's written for himself like good little extras, and wants everyone around him to acknowledge what a ~perfectly inhuman demon lord~ he is-- and he's bent the entire narrative of MHA around himself like a shield in order to accomplish that. Like, the idea of people breaking the same black and white narrative that he's been using to protect himself (and trap others) quite literally drives him insane:

"That murderer--" "You killer--" oooooo you're so mad that human nature is basically good, that people are endlessly capable of growth and healing, and that actual human beings can't simply be shoved into teeny black and white fictional boxes ooooo all the more evidence that he's gonna completely lose his shit when Tomura ultimately refuses to kill Izuku lmao

I wanna point out his speech bubbles in the second image, bc Hori frequently uses speech bubbles to emphasize a character's mental state-- Like.... Bro is literally coming apart at the seams with rage that Stain is trying to be anything more than a starter villain. 😭The english translation also kind of sort of makes it seem like AFO is simply referring to Stain by his moniker (Hero Killer), but the term he uses in the original text feels a little more... loaded, imho?? The kanji used for Stain's "Hero Killer" Moniker is "Goroshi" ("殺ごろし"), but here, AFO instead refers to him as a "Murderer" (殺人犯/satsujin-han). Calling Stain an out-and-out murderer instead of calling him by a villain moniker feels a lot more specific, a lot more pointed, and it also tells us a lot more about AFO’s fucked up sense of values.

Anyway, I've said this before, but AFO is a character who reads heavily as an escapist fantasy gone horrifically wrong. "Why is a world where villains are allowed to climb back up from rock bottom and heal so intolerable to AFO?" "why does the idea of people breaking free from their roles make AFO so angry?" "why is AFO literally trying to BECOME a comic book character?" are better questions to ask than "why is bro just evil for the sake of it," I feel. Like obviously, a world where the label of "villain" gets thoroughly and utterly dismantled is one where AFO loses his power over others.... but it's also a world that rips that protective layer of "fiction" away from him, exposes his own humanity, and destroys that delusion of becoming the "perfect villain king" that he's wrapped himself up in.

tfw you LARP so hard that it ends up getting your brother killed and now breaking character means you gotta Process All Of That .................................................... Unless...? :)

What I find especially interesting about AFO is that MHA's narrative actually cooperates with shielding him from the readers, to a degree-- scenes that depict rare moments of genuine emotion are overlaid with contrary, cartoonishly evil narration that's meant to distract the reader from what's actually being depicted. The bulk of the series depicts his face being hidden in shadows even though it *literally* has no reason to be, and we don't get an unobscured look until the other characters finally start rallying together to reject his story. He is literally introduced to the series through a TV screen, which MHA has been using as a shorthand for its depiction of fantasy since day one:

In my opinion, I feel the final act of "rejection" that AFO fears isn't from his brother, or his followers, or "his other self"-- what he fears is the story itself rejecting him and finally exposing him for what he is: an utterly mundane human. Like, a total freak of a guy to be sure, but still totally human. The narrative revoking its various "protections" and working against AFO to humanize him acts as the final insult to everything he claims to believe in while doubling as the last bit of confirmation that he was never gonna become a "perfect demon lord." MHA being what it is, this is something inevitable.

Where other characters in this series draw strength from their origin-- the moment that defines them as a human and individual-- AFO likely fears and rejects his own origin for this same reason.

Anyway. I would describe AFO as a wannabe-author who refuses to make public appearances or divulge details about his personal life, but ultimately reveals a little too much about himself through the "stories" and "characters" he tries to write-- so ppl still know he's a freak with issues by virtue of how fatherless his content is. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Putting together all the pieces of himself that AFO accidentally lets slip is part of what makes MHA so fun (to me, at least!).

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oooooo can I request a tae POV for CF - I don’t think it’s been done - his reaction to getting the text from oc saying they should pretend they’re not dating then he gets mad and kisses her?

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Complete Faith

POV Drabble #9: Crazy About You

WC: 1.5k

Warnings: kissing, language, drinking, maybe baby angst if you squint

A/N: Thank you anon for this request, I hope you like it! This was a genius request and I was SO happy to fill it.

This is a scene from Chapter 7.

When Jungkook texts the group chat inviting everyone to a cookout at his house, Taehyung’s excited for it. Things with you have been going well - really well - and he’s pleased to have an excuse to hang out with you in a group setting, pleased that you’ll get to know Jungkook better, pleased to have an afternoon full of drinks and good food and your cute-ass smile. 

He’s not so pleased when he and Jimin pull up and he sees Seo-yun’s car parked out front.

“No,” he groans, as he shifts the car into park. “Seriously?”

“What?” Jimin asks, wide-eyed, not catching on. “What’s wrong?” 

“Demi brought Seo-yun,” Taehyung grumbles. He points at her car as evidence. 

“Okay,” Jimin says, shifting into placating mode. “It’ll be okay. She’s not stupid enough to start shit. She broke up with you anyway.”

“Thanks for the reminder,” Taehyung says with an eye-roll, but he opens the car door and steps out. Hiding out front isn’t going to help anything. 

“Bro!” Jungkook greets him with a cheer as he and Jimin round the corner of the house, where everyone is waiting in the backyard. “You’re actually on time! Congratulations!”

“Fuck you very much!” Taehyung retorts, grinning. “Is Y/N here yet?”

“She’s on her way,” Nikki answers for Jungkook, her eyes on her phone. “She’s in an Uber right now.”

Taehyung flashes her a thumbs up, which she may or may not actually see. Up on the deck, Seokjin slides the door from the kitchen open and comes to lean over the railing. “Nik!” he calls down. “Can you help carry a couple things?”

“Yep,” she says, probably not loudly enough for him to hear her, but she slides to her feet and heads to the wooden steps leading up to the kitchen. Taehyung follows, wanting to use the bathroom but also figuring he can help, too. Jimin follows behind him.

Despite this being Jungkook’s place, Seokjin seems to be in charge of the kitchen. He instructs the room at large to help him carry down several bowls of snacks, a case of water bottles, some beers, and some sodas. 

“I’m just gonna–” Taehyung points discreetly down the hall towards Jungkook’s bathroom, “--and then I’ll bring down whatever’s left, okay?”

When Taehyung comes back down the hallway, absently drying his hands on his jeans since Jungkook is uncultured and didn’t leave out a hand-towel for his guests, Taehyung hears girls’ voices coming from the kitchen. He listens, wondering if it’s you and Nikki - he was eager for you to arrive. Instead, as he draws nears, he recognizes Seo-yun’s voice.

“Maybe she isn’t coming,” his ex says, and Taehyung pauses, hidden in the unlit hallway.

“Maybe,” Demi says, shrugging. She seems to be holding a bowl of chips. 

“When did they get together?” Seo-yun asks.

“At the lake, I think,” Demi tells her, tapping a foot on the kitchen’s linoleum floor. “It sure seemed like it, anyway.”

Seok-yun lets out a single, bitter laugh that cuts through Taehyung’s stomach like a knife. “The fucking day we broke up,” she scoffs. “Could he ever pretend to be upset for a whole twenty-four hours? Of course not.”

“Because he wasn’t upset,” Demi says gently; it’s clear by her tone that they’ve had this conversation before. “I know you thought you were giving him a wake-up call, Seo, but I think… honestly, you just gave him an out. He wasn’t in it. It’s that simple.”

Seo-yun shifts, and Taehyung takes an instinctual step back, further into the shadows. He knows he’s not meant to hear this, but he’s trapped in the hallway. The only way out is past them. 

“Don’t take it so personally,” Demi says. “You know he did the same thing to the last three girls. He’s a serial dater, it’s just his thing. I tried to warn you.”

“Don’t,” Seo-yun says sourly. “No one likes to hear I told you so.”

They finally make their way outside, still talking quietly, and Taehyung enters the kitchen, feeling a little shell-shocked. 

A serial dater? Is that how everyone saw him? 

It was true that he’d ended his last bunch of relationships before they got serious - before things had started with you, before he’d made the decision to do it right for you. And, honestly, he doesn’t really give a shit what Seo-yun or Demi think about him.

But he does care what you think. 

You’d said to him, back at the beginning, “don’t do it to me” and he’d promised he wouldn’t. He’d meant that promise. Did you not believe him? Did you see him the way these girls did? 

He really hoped not - he hoped you had faith in him, in his feelings for you, in his resolve to be better for you.

His phone buzzes in his pocket and he pulls it out, smiling a little as he sees your name.

The smile dies on his face as he reads your text.

[3:20 pm] You: hey… Nik just told me who’s here… just wanted to let you know I’ll play it however you want today. If you want to act like we’re just friends so it doesn’t get dramatic, it won’t hurt my feelings

Taehyung feels a flash of anger - not at you, not really. Maybe at the girls, for getting in your head. 

Maybe at himself, for giving them the ammunition in the first place.

Nope, he thinks fiercely. He’s not going to let you minimize this, not when he’s so crazy about you, not when he knows you feel it too, not when it’s been going so well. He’s not going to let Seo-yun’s mere presence make you feel small, ruin this fun day he’d been looking forward to. 

He stomps out of the kitchen, all fired up, scanning the yard for you. Taehyung knows he’s not good with words; he could never sit and explain to you how he feels about you, how sure he is that this was the real thing, how differently he feels about you than any of those girls. The words would get tangled, leave imperative gaps, trip over themselves and make it too messy.

He’s got to make you understand it somehow.

He spots you below, sitting on the edge of one of the picnic tables, looking up at him tensley. He storms down the steps and crosses the yard in three quick strides, not stopping until he’s right in your face. He takes it firmly between his hands and kisses you before you can splutter a question, and after a split second of shock you melt under his touch. He feels you relax and he kisses you deeper, not giving a fuck how many people in the yard can see you, not giving a fuck if he’s hurting Seo’s stupid feelings. 

Behind him, Jimin whistles. If Taehyung’s hands weren’t busy caressing your cheeks, your jaw, your cheek again, he might have flipped him off. Instead, he sucks gently on your lower lip, just a little. You shiver below his hands and he feels a flare of satisfaction in his chest. 

Pulling away, he makes sure to look you right in the eyes as he tells you, “That’s how I fucking want to play this.”

You blink up at him, bamboozled. 

“Act like we’re just friends?” he echoes, incredulous. That’s absolutely the last thing he wants. “Get the fuck out of here with that shit, Y/N.”

You blink at him, the bamboozlement morphing into confusion. “Wait,” you say, breathless - from the kiss or from worry, he’s not sure. “Are you angry? I was trying to be considerate. I don’t want to spend all day trying to act like I’m not crazy about you. I want to be with you.”

Crazy about you.

Taehyung deflates. He reaches for your hand. “No, I’m not mad,” he says, and then adds, “At you, anyway.”

Crazy about you. He wants to kiss you again. He wants to pull you into Jungkook’s house and find an empty room and just kiss you until you promise to never say the words just friends to him again. 

“Come on,” he says to you, but also to his own brain. He opens the cooler and rummages for a drink, grabbing one for you, too.

He gives himself a mental shake, tries to remember all the reasons he’d been so excited to hang out with you today. Reasons that didn’t involve that unlit hallway and his mouth on your skin. He just has to remember them.

He tosses you the can, cold drips of ice water and condensation making his fingers clammy. “Let’s have some fun.”

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[daz4i]

IDK if you still want asks but here's a challenge for you: pick a fandom you see on your dash that you're not a part of and say what you know about it through osmosis (and maybe add in your own speculation if you're up to it)

oooooo challenge accepted >:)

one fandom i see on my dash a lot and I'm very interested in getting into (as soon as i muster up the energy to start a new show lmao) is trigun! i may be wrong abt a lot of things but here's what i know:

so there are a few characters i know exist?? vash ofc, wolfwood (bigolas dickolas?), knives, and i think meryl?? these are all the names i got

vash doesn't kill? and he has a special gun to avoid it that only just really hurts or maims but nothing more?

oh also it's a space western

knives is vash's brother and he's insane in the head and evil and but like ppl love him for that

wolfwood carries a giant cross on his back all the time

vash has angel imagery to him? esp during a scene that has to do with knives or smth? they can change the world with divine energy or smth like that

lots of christian metaphors basically.

more of a visual thing I've seen but bc they're in the desert vash constantly has mild sunburn on his face and it's adorable ngl

there's? stuff with technology? like in that knives scene i saw i think he hooked vash to some machine and then vash had all these marks on him like circuits?? don't know what's up with that but like it's a sci fi so it makes sense

people think vash meryl and wolfwood are a good polyship iirc. or generally ship vash with those two. i actually don't know much abt meryl I'm sorry :(

i mostly based this off stampede which is a remake of the 1998 show that's an adaptation of a manga and it's made in cgi and looks really cool. this is smth I've actually been told in asks so that might be cheating 😳

the original anime had a banger soundtrack i love the op

oh also smth abt how the original vash is more. angry? and has more grit to him. while the one in stampede is softer and more sad than angry (also he constantly looks like a kicked puppy, love that)

oh bonus smth i learned through a youtube video actually: the original anime flopped hard in japan but really succeeded in the west and esp in america (which. isn't surprising hehe) and this probably helped stampede come to fruition today

i think that's all i know! i did skip a lot of text posts abt it to avoid spoilers but like through gifs or shorter posts i read out of curiosity this is what i got 🤔

trigun fans what do you think did i get it right (if i didn't you can tell me but no spoilers pls 👀)

i don't have any speculations tbh. other than I'll probably love wolfwood. and maybe knives too

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Oooooo could I get the Brothers and the Undatables.... turned datable....reaction to MC crying after being stood up by a guy?

Obey me Boys + Dealing with an MC who has been stood up HCs

Lucifer

Knew you were going out, since you had to ask for permission to leave, and was surprised you were back so early.

He was confused when he found you crying and tries to get you to explain. Expecting the worst.

It’s not as bad as he imagined, thinking you’ve been physically hurt, but still not great. 

He also can’t stand such poor manners

Offers to have the man eviscerated for you. Which you laugh at thinking it’s a joke, but it’s really not

Goes to find this mystery man, once you’ve gone to bed, and have a stern conversation with him about manners....

Mammon

Against you going out in the first place. Why do you need to see some other guy?!?! You have the Great Mammon!

Goes to your room to see what was so great about this guy, only to find you crying when you tell him he stood you up

Livid. There are no other words for it.

First you ditch him to spend the afternoon with this jerk. Then his creep has the nerve to stand you up! Has he never met you!?

Threatens to go find him, but when you tell him no he sits back down.

Ponders on calling in some favors though. Being a gambling scumbag in his off time, does have a few less than scrupulous people who owe him some favors. They’d break his legs just for fun.

Levi

Being the Avatar of Envy, his base level when it comes to things is to be jealous of others. Especially when it comes to you.

Of course, he understands why you’d want to go out with a supposedly attractive normie, rather than stay in his otaku hidey hole with him. But it still stings. 

When you come back, all red faced and crying, he’s upset for you, but doesn’t know what to do.

Should he go defend your honor? Is hugging appropriate? Should have give you a special high five?

Let’s you come into the safe space of his otaku hidey hole and cry it out and lets you watch all the soft anime, or play as many hack & slash video games, you want until you feel better. 

Secretly happy that that guy stood you up so he can be your knight in shining armor, but feels bad about feeling good about it.

Satan

Notices something is wrong when you get back, but doesn’t say anything

He waits until you’re in private to ask. Not want to make a scene like his idiot older bothers.

When you tell him, near on the verge of tears, he gets so angry

Anger is something he is very used to, being the Avatar of Wrath. But this is the first time it’s been so focused and so venomous of a deep hatred. A rage he could do something with.

Tries to keep it under control and to himself, when you beg him not to do anything rash, but finds it hard.

Goes to some secret place to let his anger & magic out secretly and safety. Only for the fact that he doesn’t want to hurt you with it.

Asmo

Initially excited for you. He has dates all the time, but knows your each others favorites :3

When you come home so early, Asmo is confused what happened. Then even more confused that you’ve been stood up. He’s not familiar with the concept.

After you tell him what happened he’s shocked! Who could possibly stand you up?! His beautiful [Y/N]!

Would hug and console you, and tell you that he’s an idiot and ugly, and that there are plenty more fish in the sea.

Decides that that’s no reason to waste a good outfit, and takes you out clubbing to dance your sorrows away.

Find 100 other boys to tell you your pretty and make you feel good about yourself, because that jerk is not important

Beel

Disappointed you’re going out with someone else. But, he’s never said anything to you so he can’t be that mad.

Runs into you in the kitchens, since you’ve snuck in the back so no one can see you, he’s surprised to find you and more surprised to see you crying

After you tell him you’ve been stood up, he’s furious. It take a lot to get Beel mad. But anything happening to you is probably the #1 way to get him there.

Wants to beat the hell out of that guy. Those muscles aren’t just for show.

Reframes, and uses those big strong arms to wrap you in a hug instead

Tell you not to worry about it. That that guy is dumber than he is to stand you up, and makes you a sundae to help you feel better.

Belphie

Had been giving you the silent treatment since he found out you were going out with someone else. He’s upset about it, but won’t be juvenile enough to tell you that. This is way more mature.

Goes downstairs in the middle of the night, after waking up from his 10th and latest nap of the day, and hears you crying.

You tell him what happened, that were stood up, and Belphie tells you ‘I told you so’.

He hugs you, and takes this opportunity to remind you that no one will love you like he will. So you should just stay here always.

It does feel nice to be appreciated.

He tucks you into bed to get some sleep and you never hear from that guy again. Belphie says he won’t bother you again, but there’s something about the way he said it that was more ominous than reassuring.

Solomon

He had no opinion when you told him. You’re not his, damnit all, so he can’t say anything about it.

It’s not until after that he gives you a piece of his mind. Hindsight is 20/20 so he tells you all the things he doesn’t like about the guy in one fall swoop.

Solomon does feel bad that you’ve been hurt though. It’s a terrible feeling to be neglected or abandoned.

Offers to hex the holy hell out of the guy for you

He won’t have a moments rest without stinging pain. Or break out in boils. His house will catch fire or fall on top of him like in the Wizard of Oz.

You tell him know, but the thought is appreciated. He instead uses his magic for good in creating a soothing potion to heal your damaged ego. Still up for the house thing though.

Simeon

Would hate to admit it, but he’s jealous you’re going out with someone else. It’s a terrible feeling for an angel to feel.

He’s surprised, more than anything, when you show up to Purgatory Hall in tears. Then sympathetic when you tell him what happened.

He’d see you into his sitting room and make you some Celestial Tea

Simeon would try to comfort you as much as he could, assuring you that it’s not all that bad and that you’re better off without someone like that.

He knows they are just words. They can’t heal you instantly. But he does hope they help a little.

He makes a point to check in on you every day after, either in person at classes or via text, until you’re back to normal.

Diavolo

He has no right to be jealous of you being escorted to a party at the castle by someone else. Being the Prince of the Devildom, he certainly couldn’t do it and he doesn’t want you to be alone as a secondary.

When he realizes later that you’re not at the party, and goes to find you crying in the hallway, he’s saddened to hear you’ve been stood up.

What a horrible thing to do. And so publicly like this to his favorite transfer student!

Rules be damned. He’s your escort for this evening now.

He doesn’t know who your date was supposed to be, but hopes that they are there to see you be the belle of the ball on the arm of royalty.

You’re his sweet princess. You deserve nothing less.

Barbatos

Heard you were going on on a date, but says nothing of it. As a butler, it’s not his place.

Also as a butler, he always seems to be around when you need him. Appearing, as if mentally summoned, when you arrive in tears.

He offers you a handkerchief and quickly ferries you to bed so no one else sees you. So you’re not embarrassed.

He makes you so tea, with your favorite biscuits, and waits for you to tell him what happened.

Of course he’s irritated that someone would behave so poorly. But there’s little he could do. Well, there’s a lot he could do but his Lord would not approve of maiming others.

Provides the perfect, appropriate shoulder to cry on and asks you for a ‘make up date’ to accompany him to town tomorrow for errands and coffee. He won’t stand you up.

[onlyhereforangst]

WWR

I really wished I had gotten this done before the rollercoaster that was today. Yeah I’m looking at you NCIS press staff who threw the entire fandom into a spiral with this uploaded then deleted nine second clip that threatens to make us all riot. Looking. At. You. 

Anyways, this is gonna be short in comparison to Sangre because honestly there wasn’t a whole whole lot and also my mind is scrambled 🥴

So Nick at the elevator with Ellie’s firearms scorecard had be dying. Either he knows exactly when she shows up everyday because this is Eleanor Bishop and she’s nothing if not punctual, it’s just who she is. Or they are in such constant contact that she had literally just sent him a text that she was parking and coming up to the bullpen now. Or he’d been standing there for the past half hour while McGee tries to rib him for looking like an idiot and him refusing to move because she has to show up to work eventually. But my bet is the second honestly. Ellie acting coy and giving Nick a hard time is everything though because this is so usually not how it goes. He’s usually the secretive one (up until recently, I’m aware) and now she’s the one who’s all mysterious like yeah I’m a badass shot (and you know this Nick, duhhhh) but I’m not gonna tell you why my score is even better now so good that I maxed it out since it has to do with the training I’m getting from Odette that I *still* haven’t told anyone about. But shockingly enough boy learned his previous mistake last year in the jail cell and dropped it and didn’t ask more questions because he knows Ellie will tell him when Ellie is ready and ok to tell him 🥺 the respect for her and also trust she’d tell him if it was big (which ahem Ellie if this *is* because of Odette, oooooo you done messed up). 

McGee being bitter about not getting the body call had me cackling. Poor dude does not have a poker face 🤣

And then I stayed laughing with Kasie’s little commentary about streets for cars and oceans for sharks (my husband who dabbles in cycling would not be on the same page with the first part but definitely the second Kasie, I hear that). Why does Ellie’s look at the back of Nick’s head and his immediate getting Kasie back on track seem like they’ve just got perfect telepathy and know literally what the other is thinking, they’re just so in sync 😩

More ellick as partners and it’s just adorable as usual I love how they work together, they so efficient they already two steps ahead of McGee with everything. And 🥺 Nick’s catching Ellie’s attention while she’s thinking about Gibbs, that slight worry in his face as he knows this is hard for her because of their relationship. I love how much he cares without showing he cares. He would do everything for her, he wants to wrap her up and protect her from the dangers and hurt of the world. THIS IS WHY YOU’RE NOT LIKE MIGUEL NICK, THIS. YOUR DAD WOULD NEVER. Also Gibbs tells Ellie its not his call so she immediately defers to Nick to see what they should do? Ugh the trust. I love. 

OK so the hotly disputed scene in interrogation with McGee, Bishop and Hannah. I have thoughts and yes I wear ellick-colored glasses while I watch this show so yes I’ll be biased. Just like everyone has their own bias when watching so we can all believe what we want to believe since we also all know that we will never, ever get clarification. NCIS writers would never. Past plot lines coming back up, that’s cute. SO ANYWAYS. I love that it was Ellie’s idea to do the skeptic and hopeless romantic, for being a logical agent she sure is using her heart a lot in recent episodes I see you Ellie you can’t hide that Ms. Big-Hearted Bishop 👀 and yes the shaaaaade she throws out is 100% real you cannot convince me otherwise. Half these guys wouldn’t know love if it smacked them in the face?? yes. agree. A thousand percent agree. SHE SPEAKS FROM EXPERIENCE OK. And then the someone special in her life 🥺🥺🥺 oof we know you love him Ellie it’s ok you can just say it. You can say Nick has wormed his way into your heart with his dancing hips and his smart tongue. We know it he’s special to you he’s more than special he’s your loooooove 😭 and yes the GROWTH Y’ALL. We went from not trusting him with her phone- her pHONE. To now she trusts him with her life???? Because this man vowed from that night in the bullpen in 16x11 to prove to her that she can trust him and ain’t that IT. Good god is someone cutting onions around me?? He stood in the bullpen realizing how much he fucked up and said, that won’t happen again. She will trust me with everything big and small, to the point she’d trust me with her life and it will be my mission in life to prove this to her no matter how long it takes because yes it matters. Boy even pushed her out the way of a speeding car and almost died himself all for this lady and yes nick she knows you risked her life for hers and that’s when she realizes that shit this is so incredibly real and I’d put my life in his hands and he’d put his in mine without hesitation this is love. So yes if he asked her to do something (relating to Hannah here and also I think a piece of her knows that if nick had died, she would have been the one to kill Xavier), she would in a heartbeat. She would do anything for this man and while yes some of this is dramatized and played up a bit to get Hannah to open up, I firmly believe that it comes from a place of truth. That she pulled from experience and what she feels in order to play it best. Also partly why I don’t think this is in reference to Gibbs. She told McGee she was going to play the hopeless romantic card and she’s literally trying to appeal/connect with Hannah who is in a *romantic* relationship with the suspect. So naturally she’s going to mirror that with a romantic angle, not a father-daughter angle (that’s creepy when you think about it tbh - related to a woman who’s in love with a guy by saying you understand because you feel similarly about your “dad’?? No thank you) So yes, I’m in the camp that Ellie was picturing Nick while saying all this and surely she laid it on a little thick for the sake of the interrogation, but there’s an undercurrent of truth to her words and you can pry that out of my dead, cold hands because I will believe this to my grave unless NCIS writers magically remember old plots and prove me wrong. 

Nick busting out Hannah’s rhymes while Nick gives the little head bob yessssss. How many times had they done that before McGee got that update 🤣🤣😅

He’s still at her desk 👀 he’s always at her desk 🥰 and then the celebratory drink part…Nick’s look at Ellie…more silent communication because they’re just on the same page and you honestly did not need to look at each other that long but ok, can’t keep your eyes off one another even though McGee asked a simple question. But the better question is did they still go get that celebratory drink with McGee or did McGee decide to go home since Gibbs screened their call and they went out to get that drink by themselves 👀👀 and really it’s just Ellie drinking and getting flirty throwing some arms around some shoulders 👀👀 I don’t hate this is that why you guys get all cozy in the bullpen next episode huh nick 👀👀 can’t stop it after tipsy Ellie is falling all over you with how close y’all are now I see how it is 👀👀

But yeah tonight’s episode. I’ve gone on a clown rollercoaster today and I can tell you I’m not looking forward to the emotional turmoil that will be tonight- however it turns out. Who am I kidding i live for this shit I’m a clown forever through and through. 

[mosylufanfic]

Some Rules Are Meant to be Broken

Killervibe Week Day 4: Free Day

So . . . a little background on this. A long time ago (looooooooooooong time ago) some lovely nonny sent me a request for a matchmaker AU. I went OOOOOO. My brain started popping and fizzing with thoughts and before I knew it I had a whole multi-chapter story in my head. Which was where it stayed, because I think I was working on other multi-parters at the time and there are only so many hours in the day. I maybe wrote one scene, and then it sank into the depths of my Gdocs like a dinosaur succumbing to the tar pits.

This happens way more often than I care to admit.

Then I was whining on Discord about how I was suffering from choice paralysis for Free Day. Too many ideas, not enough words. And I realized I had a whole bunch of partial fics just sitting around, waiting for me to actually finish them up. So what did I do? Went back to the matchmaker AU and wrote the end. From scratch. In about a day and a half. In my defense it was all in the primordial ooze of my brain-meats, I just had to find the words and put them in the right order.

Anyway I hope if that very patient and long-denied nonny is reading this, you like it.

Some Rules Are Meant to be Broken

The offices of Connections were dim and shadowed as Cisco unlocked the door. He didn't bother hitting any lights, so familiar with the layout that he could navigate the waiting room by the dim light of the Central City skyline outside the windows.

He walked down the hall, past a wall of framed pictures that gleamed faintly in the low light. Happy couples, wedding invites, birth announcements, even the occasional letter or printed email thanking Connections for matching the client with the love of their life.

There were more inside his office, some of his personal triumphs. He turned away from them and felt around until he released the catch on two doors set into the wall. He pulled them open to reveal a small but well-stocked bar.

He ignored the glasses and the minifridge full of ice and chilled drinks, and grabbed a bottle of Scotch right off the shelf. A couple of steps took him to a small sitting area arranged by the window, and he dropped into one of the comfy chairs. Scowling, he worked the cork out. It released with a pop, and he tossed it aside and drank right from the bottle.

He didn't normally drink at work unless he was entertaining a client, but this was a special occasion. 

Twenty minutes later, the lights in the waiting room flicked on, and then his door opened and his overhead lights blazed. He squinted and said, "Hey."

His business partner, Iris West-Allen, leaned in the doorway. "Well, don’t you look pitiful."

He slouched in his chair, looking up at her.

"You gonna share?" she asked.

He swung the bottle in her general direction. "Have a snort."

She looked at it, shook her head, and got up to grab a glass from the bar, as comfortable in his office as she was in her own. She poured herself a couple of fingers of scotch and sipped. "You're chugging this?" she asked. 

"Yes," he said. "What’s the problem?"

"Nothing, if it was flavored vodka from Safeway. But this is a Lagavulin that's old enough to drive."

"Time it got drank, then," he said, and took another slug straight from the bottle, while she shook her head. "Great party," he said when the silence threatened to drown him.

"One of our best," she replied. "I saw at least five couples pairing off."

He stared at the label on the bottle. "Uh-huh."

"Even Caitlin Snow seemed to find someone she liked."

This time, the answer was much slower in coming. "Uh-huh."

"I don't know why we didn't think of introducing her and Ronnie before."

He shut his eyes and saw again the way that Caitlin had smiled and laughed with Ronnie Raymond. One of Iris's clients, not his, but Cisco knew him anyway because they matched up each others' clients all the time. Tall, good-looking, nice, smart, a go-getter, and on top of all that a genuinely good guy. Perfect for Caitlin. One of his better matches, honestly. 

Shit.

"Yeah," he said quietly. "They were perfect together."

Iris stared at him, then shook her head. "You ding-dong," she said. 

He rubbed his eyes and didn't offer a defense. He had none. 

"What's the first rule?"

"Don't talk about Fight Club?" When she glared, he sighed. "Figure out what the client wants, and give it to them."

"And the second rule?"

"Don't fall in love with a client."

"I told myself you were fine," she said. "I told myself you were a pro and have been for years. I thought, hey, Cisco really likes this client. She's a challenge, and he likes a challenge. You're meeting her week after week, talking over her dates, texting with her, but that's no big deal. We've all had clients we just clicked with."

"Yeah." Some of his best friends were former clients.

"And then Caitlin and Ronnie hit it off at the party, and I look over expecting to see you doing a goddamn happy dance. Instead you look like someone ran over your dog."

He remembered that moment. Not that he'd noticed Iris looking at him. But the moment he'd seen Caitlin laugh at something Ronnie said, touching his arm, smiling up at him, he hadn't had the bright zing! of a match successfully made.

Instead, it had been like cement pouring into his gut, as he realized that he was watching the woman he loved fall in love with someone else.

Iris swirled her Scotch and stared him down. "Did you sabotage her intros?"

He sat up straight. "No!" 

"Are you sure?"

"I - " He stopped.

What if he had? Maybe, subconsciously, he'd been in love with her since the moment she'd come into his office, grumpy and uncooperative because her mother had bought her a package of five introductions through a matchmaking service. What if he'd been finding matches that he could tell himself were the right guys for her, but in reality, were just wrong enough for her to keep coming back?

Keep seeing him. 

Keep talking to him.

Keep smiling at him with those big beautiful brown eyes. 

"I don't know," he muttered finally. 

Iris held out her hand. "Her file. Now."

Cisco slumped down into his chair and drank again. "Top drawer."

She went and got it, and refrained from pointing out that Caitlin's file was the only one in the top drawer. She flipped it open to study his notes for a moment. "She's got one more intro."

He took another drink. "From the looks of it, she won't be using it."

She shrugged. "We deposited the check for the full package. Until she uses it all, she's still a client."

"Right." Caitlin could come back years from now, asking for her last intro, and she would be entitled to it. 

What would he do if she did? Would he smile at her fondly, remembering that long-ago time when he'd fallen in love with her, the feelings soft and faded like old flower petals?

Or would they still be simmering away? Rising up in him like a volcano?

He didn't know which to hope for.

Iris tucked Caitlin's file under her arm and came back to the sitting area to give him a hug. "I'm sorry," she said in his ear, her voice gentle.

He leaned against her. "My fault," he muttered back. "I should have known what was going on sooner."

"Love catches us all unawares." She ruffled his hair and he ducked away from her, scowling and finger-combing it back into place. 

"You want to come over and watch terrible horror movies with my husband?" she asked. "I'll supply the ice cream and the tissues."

Tempting, but he knew that the whole time, he'd be remembering an evening he'd spent with Caitlin in much the same way. She'd been down because she'd gotten stood up for a third date, and Cisco had been the one supplying the ice cream. They'd ended up snuggled together on the couch - that exact couch right here, across from the chair he sat on - giggling helplessly over a cheesy sci-fi movie cued up on his laptop.

(He'd also taken great pleasure in calling Julian and ripping him a new one the next day. No spark or not, Connections clients did not stand up other clients without so much as a text.)

"I think I'll go home and wallow on my own for a day or two," he said, re-corking the Scotch and setting it on the coffee table. "Maybe crack open some Safeway vodka. I got a bottle of caramel flavor that's calling my name."

Iris eyed the level of the liquor. "Want me to drive you?"

He got to his feet and gulped when the floor tipped under his feet. "Maybe you'd better," he said.

He felt a little steadier when she dropped him off at his building. Steady enough to get up to his loft, anyway. She leaned over from the driver's seat, eyes compassionate. "Call me if you need me. Don't drink yourself to death."

"No promises," he said. 

"You gonna be okay?" she asked.

"I've fallen in love before," he said. "This is just one heartbreak. I'll survive, and I'll fall in love again someday."

But none of them would be her.

A week later, Cisco had clocked several hangovers, lots of empty Kleenex boxes, and about a million calories in ice cream. The sharp slice of pain had dulled to an ache in his chest. 

Three or four hundred times a day, he picked up his phone to text Caitlin. Sometimes it was an absent-minded, Oh hey, she'd enjoy this meme and sometimes it was what would it hurt to say hi? 

Sometimes, when he was being honest with himself, he was about to declare his love and beg her to be with him. 

She hadn't contacted him. Obviously, too busy being wildly in love with Ronnie Raymond. 

In his weaker moments, he pictured them holding hands as they walked by the river, dining by candlelight, kissing on a balcony before slipping inside to a darkened bedroom.

That was usually followed by more drinking, more tears, and more ice cream. 

He managed, somehow, to keep the messier moments out of the office, if only because he was intensely aware of Iris's compassionate and piercing eye. It helped that he'd given their office assistant the key to his liquor cabinet, with strict instructions not to give it back unless he was with a client, and threats of death and dismemberment if he caught Ralph with liquor on his breath at work. 

So Cisco was unfortunately sober as he sat at his desk, riffling through index cards with client names and brief notes on them, trying to figure out who would be enough of a match for each other to set up intros. 

Usually it felt like a jigsaw puzzle, moving people next to each other, making guesses at who would click into place. This guy would love that girl's quirky sense of humor. That guy would gel nicely with this guy's freewheeling lifestyle. That girl would be impressed by this girl's high-powered job. 

But for the past week, it had felt like shoving paper dolls around. The client cards sat on his desk, click-less. Not buzzing or fizzing in the way that meant this could be true love. Just . . . two people standing next to each other. 

He shoved his hands through his hair and let out a deep groan. 

This is what you do. You're good at it, and you love it.

"Not right now, I don't," he said to his empty office. 

His phone dinged with a text. He picked it up. Iris had written, Running late. Not going to be back for my 2:30. It’s an intake. Can you do it for me?

No prob, he wrote back. Here?

She'd prefer to meet at Jitters

Sometimes people asked for that. They didn't want to feel so much like they were contracting a service. More like they were chatting with a friend, asking for a casual setup. Cisco was happy to let them feel that way, even as they were John Hancock'ing the contract and promising to pay their more than healthy fee. 

And it would be good to get out of here. Stretch his legs, get some air and caffeine. Who knew - maybe a new client would kickstart his mojo. 

He tapped out, Has this new girl got a file?

On my desk 

You're the best

Damn right I am

He glanced at the time and realized he was going to need to book it in order to get downstairs to the coffee shop on time. Damn, Iris had cut it close. He dashed across the hall to his partner's office and grabbed the manila envelope that sat on her otherwise pristine desk. "Client meet at Jitters," he called out on his way through the waiting room. "Text if you need me."

"Got it, boss," Ralph said cheerily, scrolling through Facebook as he did a basic background check on a prospective client. 

"And don't call me boss."

"You betcha, boss."

Cisco rolled his eyes and yanked the door shut behind him.

He'd planned to have a quick look at their new client's file on the elevator, but it was occupied by a guy from the next floor up, someone he'd successfully set up last year. Cisco smiled and glad handed and made appreciative noises over the pictures of the house the couple had just bought together, but he stepped out of the elevator with the envelope still sealed. 

Jitters was on the street-level floor of their building. When he walked in, a barista waved to him and started making his usual without asking. He waved back and looked around. Nobody was obviously waiting, so he grabbed a quiet corner booth and settled down to open up the client file.

Instead of the usual intake form with attached picture, there was just a sheet of blank printer paper with Iris's scrawl dashed across it. 

Remember rule one.

He gaped at it. 

Then the heaviness of the envelope registered. He put his hand in and pulled out the sparkling starburst pin that they issued to all their clients, so they could identify each other at an intro. Worlds away from a chrysanthemum and a copy of Wuthering Heights. 

"What?" he whispered.

The bell over the door jingled, and he looked up. "Caitlin," he said numbly.

It felt like a year, not a week, since he'd seen her. He drank her in. God, she was so beautiful. But pale. She looked pale. And there were shadows under her eyes, even though she'd tried to hide them with makeup. 

Had she been lying awake like him? Or . . . maybe she'd been awake for a better reason, with Ronnie.

She smiled. Was it his imagination or was it a nervous smile? "Hi, Cisco. Can I sit down?"

"Hey. I actually - uh - I'm meeting a client here -" He saw the starburst pin on her blouse, identical to the one he held, and stopped. 

"You're meeting me," Caitlin said, taking a seat across from him.

"I don't - " Maybe he wasn't caffeinated enough, even though he'd downed three or four cups since this morning. "Did Iris talk to you?"

"Yes," she said, twisting her hands together on the tabletop. "You didn't text."

He avoided her eyes. "No, sorry, we've been busy - "

"You usually text the day after a date to see how it went, but you didn't, after the party. And you left that night kind of quickly, without saying goodbye. So I -  I waited a day and then I called the office, just in case you weren't feeling well. And Iris told me that she was going to be my matchmaker now."

"We do that sometimes," he said. "Shuffle things around. To redistribute the workload."

Lie and a half. They never, ever did that. They matched clients with matchmakers as carefully as they matched clients with each other. 

"Yes," Caitlin said. "That's what Iris said." 

"So - um. What's this all about? You just wanted to talk?" 

Was this Iris's idea of closure? Did she somehow think this would be good for him?

This was very much not good for him. He was already mentally selecting which flavor of vodka was going to destroy his liver tonight.

"I met with Iris here yesterday," Caitlin said. "We talked for awhile and then she asked me what I want. And I told her." She bit her lip and held his gaze. "I want you."

"Me," he said.

She nodded. Her hands twisted around themselves like a nest of anxious worms. "Not as my matchmaker. As - as my match."

He felt his mouth fall open. "But . . . " he said numbly. "But Ronnie. You were totally into Ronnie at the party."

"Ronnie was very nice," Caitlin said. "He asked for my number and we had dinner the next day. And if things were different, I could see us becoming something. But there was already you."

He swallowed hard. Him.

Him over Ronnie. Tall, hot, good-guy Ronnie. 

She twisted her hands again. "And I know I'm a client and you're a professional and there are rules about this kind of thing. But the best part of this whole experience has been you. Every date I went on, I was just thinking the whole time how to tell you about it. Every time your name pops up on my phone, my heart skips a beat. Every day I just want to come by the office here and see you, talk to you, and the days I could were just . . . better, Cisco, they were better."

She gulped air, as if the cascade of feelings had drained her lungs to the bottom. 

"Maybe this is like therapy where transference is a risk, and maybe you're just like that with everyone, but I -"

"I'm not, though," he said, reaching out across the table for her hand.

She stopped dead, her eyes going big. "You're not?"

He shook his head. "Only with you."

"Oh," she breathed.

"And I am a professional and we do have rules, but I was just - I was in the middle of it before I even knew what was happening."

"The middle of what?"

"Love," he said. "I'm all the way in the middle of love with you, and I've been a complete wreck trying to find my way out."

Her hand tightened on his. "Don't," she said. "Don't try to get out. Just stay here. With me."

She was too far away, a continent of table in between them. He scooted around the booth and took her face in his hands, asking a silent question.

She answered it by leaning forward and kissing him. 

Joy bubbled up, floating him away until his only anchors to earth were her lips on his, her arms around his neck, the curves of her body pressed up against his.

Something thumped, and someone coughed.

They broke apart and found the red-faced barista setting two coffees down in front of them. "Both on the Connections tab?" she asked.

Cisco dug in his pocket. "No, this is personal." He wiggled his brows at Cailtin. "I know how you feel about the first date, but seriously, let me get this."

She leaned into him. "Fine but I'm buying the ice cream later on."

The barista took his credit card away, still blushing, and Cisco took a sip of his latte. It was the same thing he always got, but it tasted like ambrosia. "So, ice cream?" he asked, taking Caitlin's hand.

"Well, or dinner, or . . ." She trailed off. "You're not going to get in trouble for this or anything, are you?"

"Considering Iris set this whole thing up like the scheming schemer she is, I'm gonna go with no."

"But what if you get your license revoked, or something?"

"Just how organized do you think we are?" He kissed her knuckles. "No, I'm not gonna lose my license. No license to lose. There are a couple of rules in the matchmaking biz, but they're kinda like the pirate code."

"Guidelines," Caitlin said, and he grinned hugely at her. 

"Exactly. There is a rule about never falling in love with a client, and that's a grey area for us, but technically you're Iris's client now, not mine."

"Mmmm. Seems like splitting hairs."

"I'll gladly split a few hairs for us," he said. "But the very first, most important rule is, get the client what they want." He squeezed her hand. "And you already told me what you want. Which is coincidentally what I want, which . . ." He paused. "Hang on, does that make me my own client now?" How much did he owe himself? Hmmm.

"Oh! Iris asked me to give you this," Caitlin said. She dug around in her purse and handed over an envelope with the logo of Connections in the return address corner. 

Somehow knowing what he would find, Cisco opened it anyway. Inside was an invoice. Iris's name was neatly typed in the Matchmaker line, and on the line where they would put the client's name, he saw his own.

One introduction, the invoice read. And down where the price would be, Iris had written I totally expect to be your best man.

Cisco grinned at it and tucked it away. "Hey," he said, reaching out to touch the starburst on Caitlin's shirt. "You can take that off. You're not going to need it anymore."

Caitlin peered down to undo the pin. "No, I most certainly won't."

FINIS

[timeless-season-four]

Recap of 3x12/13: HeLa and São Paulo

It’s been a week since the season ended, and we’re having a bit of withdrawal. If you feel like revisiting the finale in entertaining fashion, @only-freakin-sunflowers has one last Season 3 recap for us.

Let’s jump right in, so much happened! Be prepared for some stream of consciousness commentary beause really, whose brain imploded here?

 On “The Bad Place” Bunker (Yes, Rufus, this is the bad place.)

So we open up where we left off, staring at Future!Lucy and wondering how we reunited.

Aww, she hasn’t seen Rufus in five years so she just stares at him and then hugs him… I’m not crying

Future  Jiyaaaaaaa, she’s alive! In some capacity, at least. Cute haircut, girlfriend.

“GARCIA  FLYNN SAVED MY LIFE” I KNEW THIS WAS COMING IN SOME CAPACITY, THAT WE WOULD KNOW WHO SAVED HER IN THE ACCIDENT (BE IT FLYNN OR WYATT)

I have a Headache but it’s all so cool.

“This is the reality where we fought as hard as we could, but our friends all died, and Rittenhouse won.”

“You have things– people -- I no longer do. Hold onto them, Lucy. Hold on and don’t let go.”  I miss Amy Preston on this day.

Basically, Future!Them paint the most cautionary of tales.

This Garcy scene is, uh, hurting. (All of them do.)

I have Feelings about Future Jiya and Rufus goddamnit.

This was the part of the episode I paused to read up on Henrietta Lacks, she is so cool!

A  Moment On One Of Our Local Rittenbitches, Mrs. Logan:

Also the part of the episode where Jessica Logan made her first mistake, my friends. “Of course I trust you”. Yeah. No. Don’t do that, hon.

Jess, I’m kind of impressed that you’re trying to upend Emma. I’ll be even more impressed if it works.

Oh, oh, Temple’s trying to put her down for it. Yeah I don’t f*cking think so bud! AND SHE’S AGREEING TO IT, JESSICA HONEY YOU DESERVE BETTER (I NEVER THOUGHT I WOULD SAY THAT)

And a mood throughout the ages: “Emma what did you just do?!”

JANE LOGAN JANE LOGAN JANE LOGAN:

YOUR DAD MISSES YOU I’M YELLING. “HI DAD” I KNEW IT. (I called it back when we first met Jane that she was Wyjess’s spawn. Tiera Skovbye makes for a perfect mix of them, too.)

Ugh she is SO Wyatt’s kid too. Ma heart.

Jane’s a magician and Emma’s a bitch but what else is new

Back on our “Friend” Emma for a second, and our real friends Lucy and Flynn:

“The last thing anyone needs in any situation is to hear what Wyatt Logan thinks. Sorry.” I’m cackling cause she isn’t wrong but it’s her delivery that kills me.

Oooooo Luuuuucy. I didn’t like it in canon when Emma died, but if she goes down here, by Lucy, I will laugh. 

If it’s any consolation, I’m upset over what they did to you too, Lucy.

Text I sent to my best friend, updating her on the situation here: “Flynn and Emma are kicking the shit out of each other”

Sooooo either Flynn just went down like a sack of potatoes or Emma did. Uuuuh.

Well Emma’s fucking alive so -- you funky little fuck.

On Love and Sappy Shit:

IF RUFUS GONNA ASK JIYA WHAT I THINK RUFUS IS GONNA ASK JIYA I WILL CRY

“I LOVE YOU” GARCIA FLYNN, WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?

So Anyways Onto Part 2, Right?

Mr. Flynn:

Gahh flashback to Flynn’s family no thank youuuu, LALALALA I hate this

“Emma’s going to kill you” “She is welcome to try”

Jiya thinks Flynn………… :(

The Bad Bitch and The Bad Place:

Oh the bitch is going to São Paulo? Lol jk she’s going to the alt bunker *groans*

LOL FUTURE!LUCY IS STILL PISSED

Side note: Emma’s only alive cause she’s too stubborn to die at this point

WTF THAT WAS UNCALLED FOR WHERE DID SHE EVEN GET A GRENADE – WHERE DID SHE EVEN GET A GRENADE? AND FUTURE!LUCY JUST LANDED KAPOOTS IN FRONT OF THE CAMERA LIKE THAT, EXCUSE ME?

Pre-São Paulo:

The fact that Lucy has a headache is…. concerning

“Jiya’s dressed for action ready to go with them” ... yeah I’m picturing a duck in a hardhat, knee pads, and rubber boots holding a butter knife

Nobody’s coming, babe. I’m so sorry.

Interruption, cause I see dead people:

Yeah and you were an idiot, Jess. What else is new.

“Rittenhouse made me a killer” AND SHE SHOT HIM YES BABE. SOUND THE ALARM, MIKE TEMPLE IS FINALLY DEAD.

FLYNN IS DEAD TOO? F*CK.

Back To São Paulo:

No, no Flynn, it isn’t supposed to happen this way!

BECAUSE I LOVE YOU

May I take a minute to (re)discuss my weakness for the phrase “home”

Oyeeee we have an intruder in our nice moment.

“Our Nice Moment,” or the cinematic masterpiece that was this next scene:

*coughs* Emma that was gayyyyyyyyyyy

LOL IS SHE SERIOUSLY PULLING AN ARGUMENT FOR MERCY KILLING?

OKAY THAT. THAT WAS POETIC CINEMA. BYE EMMA. (And Flynn didn’t even know who she was he just did it to save his new friend! that’s wild! he has some good judgement!) (ding dong the wicked witch is dead!)

Did they just fkn get themselves stuck GUYS

RIYA! RIYA! RIYA!

Jiya, that… that hurts me. Right here in the heart.

“WILL YOU MARRY ME” I’M SITTING HERE TRYING NOT TO HOWL, God I f*cking love them.

Some Closing Loose Ends:

Ohhhhhhh f me where did they land -- okay it’s not that bad AND they unkilled Flynn. We like that.

Are they gonna take in this little orphaned gay boy PLEASE

Hi, I support Jessica Logan and her current decisions. Hilary you’ve converted me.

THE FINAL SCENES:

Jiya asking Flynn if he’d walk her down the aisle cause she doesn’t have her dad and he doesn’t have his daughter I’M FINE, not crying, why would you ask that?

But, but where’s Flynn going?

I understand. And I understand Lucy too.

Rufus I love you so much you fucking dork GO SEE YOUR MOM AND GIVE HER THAT BIBLE AND INTRODUCE HER TO YOUR FIANCE

If that mysterious new woman is Iris, imma shit myself. But I’m calling it now. It’s Iris. (That casting, again, that is a Flynn in our midst.) 

AMY?? AMY??? AMY????

WHAT WAS THAT HELLO? EVERYTHING WAS GOING SO WELL.

So, uh, needless to say, had a super fun time with this and it was a really great way to end the season! A big, big thank you to Hilary and the entire team at @timeless-season-three, you guys pulled off the unimaginable with this season. Your time, effort, dedication, and creativity does not go unnoticed within this fandom and especially not by me. I hope to be reunited here as clockblockers for a season four, so we can go on more adventures, learn more new things, and experience more of our favourite idiots together! ♡

[smilingformoney]

It Lives Beneath Diamond Scene: Sneak Away with Danni

You catch Danni’s eye across the picnic and shoot her a wink. You: Well, I think I’m gonna head home for the night. Danni: Yeah, I’m gonna do the same. Imogen: Good night! Tom: Catch you guys later. Parker: Take care and get home safe, you two! You and Danni wave goodbye as you exit the gathering, heading for the woods.

As the two of you make your way through the quiet forest, Danni swings her camera bag over one shoulder, and slides her arm through yours. Danni: Pretty perfect day, isn’t it? You: Yeah. It is. After a few steps, she pulls you to a stop. Danni: Ooh, you know what we should do?

You: Hmmm… -Take a selfie together?

Danni: Just what I was thinking. She frees her camera from its bag and holds it bag and holds it at arm’s length. Danni: So what do you want to do? Obnoxious hiking selfie? Obnoxious duck-face selfie? You: How about an obnoxious couple selfie? Danni: Ooh. So we’re those people now, huh? You: You better believe it. Danni: Alright. C’mere. Danni leans her head against your shoulder, and holds out a cupped hand. You meet her hand with your own and together you make a heart. Danni: Three… two… one… You’re blinded by a brief flash, and Danni turns the camera around to see the results. Danni: Aww, look at that. We’re the worst. You: That’s a weird way to pronounce ‘amazing.’

-Make out?

Danni breaks out in a sly grin as she steps closer. Danni: Well I was gonna suggest a picture... but that's good too. Danni's hands snake around your waist, pulling you close as her lips meet yours in a passioante kiss. Your tongue pushes past her lips to explore the heat of her mouth, relishing the way her stifled moan vibrates through you. When you finally pull apart, you're both breathless and flushed, trembling with desire.

Danni: So. What next? You: I was thinking we could head back to my place? You: Elliot’s gonna be at Robbie’s tonight, and Grandpa’s got a card game or something, so we’ll have the place to ourselves. Danni: Hmmm… Alone together all night. I don’t know. What could we possibly do? You: I’m sure we’ll think of something.

The house is quiet when the two of you finally arrive back, and you flop down together on the couch. Danni: Uuuughhh. That hike was way more rugged than I thought it’d be. Danni: Phew. Is it hot in here, or is it just me? Danni: Why don’t we head upstairs? You: Aren’t second floors usually hotter? You know, because of hot air rising? Danni: Psh. Details. Besides, it’s the perfect place for me to try out a new kind of photography I’ve been branching into. You: Oh yeah? What kind of photography is that? Danni leans over the side of the couch, pulling her camera from its bag and giving it a suggestive jiggle. Danni: The sexy kind.

You: I would love to… -Expand my artistic horizons.

Danni: I had a feeling you were gonna say that. You: Did I give it away with my smoldering gaze? Danni: Only a little. Danni bounds up from the sofa with feline grace and begins making her way up the stairs. She shoots a coquettish glance over her shoulder. Danni: You coming? You: Right behind you.

Perching on the foot of the bed, Danni begins fiddling with the buttons of her camera. Danni: Okay… We don’t have great lighting in here, so I think I’m gonna crank up the exposure and do a retro soft-focus thing. Very ‘80s. You: Very artsy. I like it. So, where do you want me? Danni: That’s a loaded question. You: I mean where do you want me to pose? Danni: On the bed, cowgirl. You: Yes, ma’am! You lie down and prop yourself into your sexiest pose, giving the camera your best impression of bedroom eyes. Danni springs up, circling the bed with her camera, and you hear the hurried clicks of the shutter. Danni: Perfect. Gorgeous. But don’t you feel a little too… clothed? You: Now that you mention it, I could do without a couple of layers. You cast off your clothes until you’re left in just your undergarments, and stretch out across the bed. You: You’re right. This is better. Danni: Now show me what you got, hot stuff.

You: (I’ll do something…) -Erotic.

You let your hands roam your exposed skin, caressing over your chest, down your belly, between your thighs. Danni: That-that’s perfect. Keep going. As the camera clicks away, you arch your back off the mattress as if in ecstasy. You wet your lips with the tip of your tongue as you look back at Danni. You: Do you like that? Danni: Uh, yeah. You: Then why don’t you put that camera down and come join me?

-Silly.

Flipping onto your belly, you put a finger to your lips like you’re sharing a secret. Danni cackles as she continues to take pictures. Danni: Oooooo! Very hot. I feel like a Playboy photographer. You cycle through various goofy poses, spreading out your arms and legs like a starfish, making surprised faces at the camera. Laughing too hard to keep shooting, Danni puts the camera aside and plops down on the bed beside you. You: How did I do? Danni: You did… something, alright. You: Well, then maybe you should come here and show me how it’s done.

Danni: I thought you’d never ask. Slipping out of her clothes, Danni climbs on top of you and straddles your lap. She leans down and nips gently at your bottom lip with her teeth. You: Mmmm… Danni: You’re pretty sexy, you know that? I think you might have a future in modelling. You: Too bad the only person I want to pose for is you. Danni: Well, we can work with that too. Danni finally captures your mouth with her own in a deep, hungry kiss.

You: (We should…) -Just kiss.

You roll both of you over into a more comfortable kissing position and return Danni’s eager ministrations with soft, sweet motions. After several long moments, you separate at last for air, and Danni rests her head on the pillow beside you. Danni: Hey. You: Hey. Danni: I really like you, you know that? You: I think I had some idea, yes. Danni: Well I do. So don’t you forget it. You: Wouldn’t dream of it. Her lips find yours once more and you kiss as though your lives depend on it, as though you could pour every ounce of love into one, single moment…

-Go all in.

You roll the two of you over until you’re on top, nestled between Danni’s splayed legs. Danni: Well hello there. You: Hello yourself. You kiss along her jaw, her long, slender throat, down her chest and to the swell of her breasts. Danni: Ahhh… Her hands roam your back, nails scratching lightly along your skin. You slip a hand between the press of your bodies, seeking out the heat of her. She arches her back off the bed, crying out in pleasure, her hips meeting every rolling movement of your hand. Danni: Ahhh! God, [Name]… Your hips grind against her soft flesh, wringing moans of desire from you, as the two of you crest closer and closer to ecstasy…

Hours later, Danni holds you close, your back pressed to her chest, as she peppers kisses along your shoulder. You: Mmm. That’s nice. You sure know how to spoil a person. Danni: I learned from the best. You: There’s no denying that. After a while, Danni slows her kisses, and a deep silence settles over the two of you. You: Hey. Is, uh, is something wrong? Danni: Huh? Danni: Oh. No, I was just thinking. You: Wanna share with the class? Danni: It’s just… what are we doing, [Name]? Why’re we fooling around when you’re just gonna leave in a couple of weeks? You: Because we… like each other? Danni: Yeah, but wouldn’t it be easier if we called it quits now, before we get even more involved and it sucks all the more when we’ve gotta break up?

You: Danni… -Who says we’re going to break up?

Danni: Long distance relationships don’t usually work out for most people, you know? You: Yeah, but we’re not most people. We’re way more kickass than that. You: Besides, my little brother’s still here. I’m gonna be back here all the time.

-We don’t have to decide anything now.

You: I get what you’re saying. And I’m not going to pretend that long distance relationships aren’t hard. You: But we’ve got plenty of time to figure it out. If not before I leave, then one of the times I come to visit.

Danni: You’re right. It’s just I really like you, you know? The more time we’re together the more I’m gonna fall for you. Danni: And I don’t wanna get my heart broken again. You turn in Danni’s arms to look at her, holding her unflinchingly. You: I would never, ever hurt you, Danni. That’s a [Name] Vance guarantee. Danni’s mouth quirks into a small smile. Danni: Can I take your word to the bank? You: You can cash it in and buy a house with it. Danni: Big spender. She kisses you lovingly, every tender emotion poured into that one kiss, filling you with equal measures of excitement and apprehension for the future…

The next morning, you kiss Danni goodbye on the stoop of the cabin. Danni: Thanks for last night, Vance. It was really something. You: I’ll say. Danni: Text me later, okay? You: An attack of zombie bears couldn’t keep me from texting you. Danni laughs as she walks away down the drive. As you’re turning back inside, you spot your grandpa loading a boat on the dock.

-Chill down here, actually.

Danni: Hey, that’s fine. My legs are killing me anyway. I don’t think I was built for outdoor activities. She stretches languidly, laying her legs across your lap.

You: Why don’t… -I kiss and make it better?

Danni grins mischievously at you. Danni: Yes, please. You bow your head, lifting her stockinged leg to your lips. You: Tell me where it hurts. You kiss her ankle. You: Here? Danni: Mmm… Not quite… She slides her leg over your shoulder, and you rotate, lips moving up her calf. You: Here? Danni: A little higher… You bend forward, kissing the inside of her thigh. Danni squirms, laughing, and pulls your face up to hers. Danni: That tickles. You: That’s ‘cause your tights are in the way. You lips move to Danni’s neck. She moans softly as your knee presses between her legs… Danni: [Name]… You prop yourself up on an elbow to look at her. Her face is darkly flushed from arousal, her eyes glassy and half-lidded.

You: (I’ll…) -Go further.

Capturing her mouth in a searing kiss, you find the waistband of her shorts and tights and slide them down, freeing her long legs. You slide a hand between your bodies, seeking out the heat of her skin. Danni moans and arches her back off the couch. Danni: Ahhh… There… You: Too much? Danni: No! Perfect. You both struggle out of your clothes, eager to feel each other’s skin. Danni flips you onto your back, straddling your lap. She tosses her hair over her shoulder, looking down at you with dark, hungry eyes. Her hands explore your chest and stomach. You: You’re so beautiful. Danni: Yes I am. She bends down to kiss you, her hips rolling against yours, eliciting sparks of pleasure within you. You: Ngh! Danni… Your fingers dig into her thighs as her body undulates on top of yours, her hands working your most sensitive places, bringing you closer and closer to ecstasy…

-Stay like this.

You kiss her gently before settling down beside her on the couch, pulling her body into yours. Danni: Mmm. You make a good blanket. You: I haven’t heard that before, but I will definitely accept the compliment. You: It is a compliment, right? Danni: Definitely. Not everybody makes a good blanket, you know. It takes just the right balance of softness and warmth. You’ve nailed it. You: Well, look at that. A talent I didn’t even know I had. Danni: Oh, you’re just full of talents. Danni rotates in your arms to face you, her arm wrapping about your waist and forehead resting against yours. Danni: Thanks for having me over. This is… this is just what I needed. You I’m glad. ‘Cause you’re just what I needed. Danni: Pfft. Corny. You: But you love it. Danni: Damn right I do. She kisses you chastely and sweetly before relaxing into the couch cushions and closing her eyes. You watch her as she drifts off into peaceful sleep, wondering at your luck…

Hours later, Danni holds you close, your back pressed to her chest, as she peppers kisses along your shoulder. You: Mmm. That’s nice. You sure know how to spoil a person. Danni: I learned from the best. You: There’s no denying that. After a while, Danni slows her kisses, and a deep silence settles over the two of you. You: Hey. Is, uh, is something wrong? Danni: Huh? Danni: Oh. No, I was just thinking. You: Wanna share with the class? Danni: It’s just… what are we doing, [Name]? Why’re we fooling around when you’re just gonna leave in a couple of weeks? You: Because we… like each other? Danni: Yeah, but wouldn’t it be easier if we called it quits now, before we get even more involved and it sucks all the more when we’ve gotta break up?

You: Danni… -Who says we’re going to break up?

Danni: Long distance relationships don’t usually work out for most people, you know? You: Yeah, but we’re not most people. We’re way more kickass than that. You: Besides, my little brother’s still here. I’m gonna be back here all the time.

-We don’t have to decide anything now.

You: I get what you’re saying. And I’m not going to pretend that long distance relationships aren’t hard. You: But we’ve got plenty of time to figure it out. If not before I leave, then one of the times I come to visit.

Danni: You’re right. It’s just I really like you, you know? The more time we’re together the more I’m gonna fall for you. Danni: And I don’t wanna get my heart broken again. You turn in Danni’s arms to look at her, holding her unflinchingly. You: I would never, ever hurt you, Danni. That’s a [Name] Vance guarantee. Danni’s mouth quirks into a small smile. Danni: Can I take your word to the bank? You: You can cash it in and buy a house with it. Danni: Big spender. She kisses you lovingly, every tender emotion poured into that one kiss, filling you with equal measures of excitement and apprehension for the future…

The next morning, you kiss Danni goodbye on the stoop of the cabin. Danni: Thanks for last night, Vance. It was really something. You: I’ll say. Danni: Text me later, okay? You: An attack of zombie bears couldn’t keep me from texting you. Danni laughs as she walks away down the drive. As you’re turning back inside, you spot your grandpa loading a boat on the dock.

-We talk about our relationship?

Danni: What’s there to talk about? You: Well, we’ve been seeing each other for a while now, and I’m gonna leave pretty soon… You: I guess I’m just wondering where we stand. So I can go away without any doubts. Danni: Look, [Name], there’s always gonna be doubts. With any relationship, but especially with long-distance relationships. Danni: There’re no guarantees. All we can do is believe in what we feel for each other. You: And what’s that? Danni: Are you asking me if I love you, Vance? You: Yes, ma’am. Danni sits up and cups your cheek in her warm hand, holding your gaze levelly. Danni: I love you, you big dummy. You: That’s all I wanted to hear. Danni leans her forehead against yours, and you both close your eyes, enjoying your closeness. Danni: So, what now? Braid each other’s hair? Slumber party? You: Please. What are we? Five? We’re gonna binge watch streaming movies until we pass out. Danni: Oh hell yeah. A new Markus von Groot movie just got added to Netflix. Queue that sucker up, my dude. You laugh and reach over her for the remote. You: So, what’s the name of this von Groot masterpiece? Danni: It’s called De Vuurtorenwachter. It’s about this guy who lives in a lighthouse trying to fix his father’s pocket-watch. You: How long is it? Danni: A hundred and sixty-eight minutes. You: It’s three hours of a guy fixing a watch? In German? Danni: Dutch, actually. And yeah, but trust me, the cinematography is amazing. You: Alright, I’ll give it a shot… But if I fall asleep, it’s your fault. As the hours tick by, you realise you’ve become invested in the movie, even coming close to tears. You’re grateful for the recommendation, and even more grateful for Danni’s company.

The following morning, with Elliot still at Robbie’s, you decide to lounge around and enjoy some time to yourself. Later, as you’re taking the trash out, you spot your grandpa loading a boat on the dock.

[potatopotatopotato22-blog]

Daniel Seavey Imagine

Disclaimer:I'm not an imagine account. This is my first one. I dont think I'll ever do one again.

Warning: um I think it's called fluff? Idk. In future if continued.

Info about you: you are 18 and an amazing singer but you think you suck. Your goal is to get famous and start a career in music. You play the guitar. You live with your best friend Gabby.

HERE WE GO

*into diary* dear diary, I'm thinking about taking singing lessons but I'm not sure. I want to but I'm scared that my instructor will think I suck. Anyway, its 3:17 am and I need to go to bed. Hopefully I will have a decision in the morning.

Your POV.

*morning* You wake up and think about your dream. It was about your singing. You found yourself in the singing lessons and they thought you were amazing. All of a sudden there was a scene change and you were about to go on stage. "Where am I" then you walk out on stage then you wake up.

"Wow that was a strange dream"

You head downstairs and see your friend gabby cooking herself breakfast.

"Do you want any"

"No thanks but can I tell you something?"

"Yeah... what's wrong? DID SOMEONE HURT YOU? IF THEY DID IM GOING TO KILL THEM!"

"NO NO nothing like that happened. I was just thinking, what if I took singing lessons..."

She cut you off "Y/N YES YOU SHOULD YOUR AMAZING AND.."

You cut her off "OKAY YOU DONT HAVE TO YELL, but you think that?"

"Yes! Of course I do!"

"Well, then I guess I'll do it?"

Gabby know and you know you've wanted to do this forever but you were scared.

You call the number to the music store.

Store:"Hello how many I help you?"

"Um I would like to sign up for singing lessons."

S:"Okay how old are you?"

"18."

You tell them all the info they need and whatever.

S:"Okay thank you y/n. Your instructors name is Daniel. I think you guys will get along. See you on Sunday!" (Its Friday)

"Okay thank you. Bye"

"GABBY!!"

G: "WHAT?"

"I did it. I signed up!"

G "Yay!!" (Sorry its boring)

"I start Sunday and my instructors name is Daniel."

G:"Oooooo hopefully he's hot."

"OH SHUT UP!"

G:"What?! Do you want some ugly dumpster looking dude???"

"OKAY 1 RUDE 2 Offensive cause I'm that ugly dumpster person!"

G:"OKAY SHUT UP. NOT TRUE!"

"Yeah okay then 🙄."

You head up to your room and think about what you have just done.

*Two Day Later* (in spongebob form)

You wake up and run downstairs to make your self breakfast. You have cut up watermelon, pineapple, strawberries and dew melon. You sit on the couch and watch a little tv. (Whatever your favorite show is). 2 hours later you hear gabby get up and walk out of her room.

"Aye good morning sleepy head."

G: "shut up."

"Dang someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed..."

Gabby runs back to her room and you hear a faint click. You ignore it. A little bit later you think you hear a quite cry then you sprint to gabby's door. Its locked.

"GABBY WHAT HAPPENED?!!!"

G: "go away..."

"Not happening until you tell me what happened."

Gabby's pov.

I woke up to go get breakfast and I hear y/n say

Y/n "Good morning sleepy head."

You as of rn "Shut up."

You run back to your room and sit on your bed. You see a text on your phone. It was from your boyfriend Jake.

J: "Hey gabby, can I call you?"

"Um not right now what's up?"

J: "I think we should see other people..."

"What do you mean? You think I'm not good enough for you?!"

J: "it's not that, just..."

You get up and lock your door.

"Okay, Jake, you know what? We are done. If you think I'm not good enough for you then you can go fuck yourself. Cause im not going to be here for you to do that. And btw. You were terrible. EVERYTHING WAS FAKED. Go work on your skills by yourself for a bit. Bye bitch.

You start crying then you hear y/n sprint to your room.

"GABBY WHAT HAPPENED?!" SHE CRIED

"Nothing... go away.."

"Not until you tell me what happened!"

You get up tears running down your cheeks and unlock the door. You open it and give y/n a hug. You explain everything that happened and y/n was there for it all.

Y/n POV.

After gabby explained everything you guys say in her bed hugging for what seemed like 10 minutes but that's okay. You needed a hug too. You pull back and gabby looks at you weird.

"SHOOT!"

G: "What???"

You look at your phone. Its 4:47 and you needed to be at lessons at 5.

"I gotta go I have lessons at 5 and its 4:47!"

You rushed upstairs and put on some black leggings and a yellow sweatshirt that says ' sorry I cant'. You run to your car and get to the music store 7 minutes late.

"Omg I'm so sorry I'm late my friends was having a crisis and..."

The lady cut you off and said

L: "Its okay, Daniel is almost done with a client anyway to take a seat and wait."

You sit down and check your phone and see a text from gabby.

"Hey, good luck with singing! Ge better be hot 😂😉."

You laugh then hear your name.

Daniel: "Y/n?"

You look up and see a beautiful man and think.

Oh dang... hes hot...

You walk over and noticed he kept looking at you. But you were okay with it. He had icy blue eyes and the cutest smile and it made him unique cause he had a gap in his teeth.

D "Hey, I'm Daniel nice to meet you." He says while smiling.

"Well it's nice to meet you too. How are you?"

D "Good, good. Um tell me a little about you." He says while looking you up and down but stop6at your eyes.

You tell him your dream of being famous and he keeps smiling and rubbing his neck.

D "Wow! Well uh I'm in a band called Why Don't We. Not a lot of people know about us but yeah. I actually live in LA but I'm here im Wisconsin to visit some family and to keep myself occupied im here teaching. Well anyway, let's hear what you got!"

So you start to sing Lights Down Low by Max and Daniel's jaw just drops.

Daniel's Pov

So I just got done with my client and now I'm working with a girls named y/n. She walks in and she is just gorgeous. I cant stop looking at her. Her eyes are this beautiful 'your eye color'. Wow just.. wow. We get to know eachother ans she finally starts to sing. She sings Light Down Low and my jaw drops. She is amazing!

Your pov

You finish and see daniels mouth wide open. You giggle and he just smiles. So he helps you and whatever you do in singing lesson but you cant help but notice, he keeps looking at you. He has a look in his eye. You can't describe it, but you like it. Your heart skips a beat and your insides get all mushy but you remember. Oh yeah, you look like an actual dumpster and your body looks the same way. (Not really. You are very pretty and have an amazing body. Also is you ever see Rachel instead of y/n that's because my name is Rachel and I'm used to typing that. Sorry in advance) so you think. AHH WHAT AM I DOING? I LOOK TERRIBLE I HAVE NO CHANCE! Your session is over and it felt like a minute.

D "Um y/n... "

TO BE CONTINUED IF WANTED. Like or comment if you think I should keep going. Idk i have a little more but I'm not sure. Thank you! Much love- Rachel 💚💚💚

[little-writings]

Hi! I love your writing so much! And lately I've been in love with the yandere personality, so if its not to much to ask, could you write a fic where Jumin is a yandere, and other men are constantly flirting with MC. (This is something that basically rivals who Jumin is, so please, you don't have to do this if you don't want too.) Thank you! 😄❤😃💖

Oooooo this sounds real neato!!!! If I think Jumin were to essentially be a serial killer he would be similar to that of Hannibal Lecter (Bryan Fuller’s version, however) 

And while, yes this does very much rival who Jumin is this will actually be a really awesome writing challenge to keep it still believable for his personality!! So I’m really excited to do this!!

Anyhow, I’d be more than happy to write this request for you! Thank you and have a marvelous day dear!!!! (๑ˊ͈ ॢꇴ ˋ͈)〜♡॰ॱ

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People had started to go missing.

Yet what bothered you the most was one particular thing.

You had known each and every one of them.

One had been a bartender at a restaurant, a sort of murky hint in his gaze as he looked to you.

“Hey…” He dipped his head as you sat down, tapping his fingers against the table as he leaned to you. “What can I get you?”

“Oh goodness,” You chuckled lightly. “can I just get something small? Don’t want anything too big.” 

“Aw come on, that’s just weak,” He joked. “Live a little!” 

“No, no I don’t think so!” You exclaimed, laughing meekly. “Maybe some other time.” 

“Hopefully when it’s my shift?”

You crinkled your nose for a moment, shrugging.

“Maybe!”

“Well-I certainly hope so,” He raised a curious brow, curls of muddy hair twirling about his hair. “So-what’s someone as cute as you doing here all alone?”

You felt a hand set itself on your shoulder, squeezing it lightly, a low, stern voice speaking out. 

“They’re not.” 

Jumin.

You smiled at the sight of him, a warmth blooming in your chest as he softened almost instinctively at the sight of you, pressing a kiss to your head. 

“I’m sorry I took so long to get here love,” He glanced up at the bartender. “I suppose I got here at the right time though, however.” 

“Shouldn’t have left such a pretty thing here all on their own.” The man murmured in response, giving you a small wink. “I was thinking I’d snatch them for myself.” 

He scribbled something down a napkin sliding it over to you.

A phone number.

His.

“Offer still stands if you’re interested.” 

You shook your head, preparing to dismiss him when Jumin intervened, his hand curling into a fist as he crumpled the note in his hold, shooting daggers at the man.

“They’re not.” 

The man was found dead by the end of the week.

Another had been an ex.

Constant texts flooding into your phone at an almost constant rate.

“I miss you.” 

“Just one more night.” 

“No one else has to know.” 

“Just one more chance.” 

And each time you’d deny him.

You told him you were with someone else.

That you were in love with someone else.

But it felt as if there was no end.

“I can’t believe this!” You exclaimed, walking beside Jumin, his arm wound around your waist. 

“What is it?” 

You sighed, sinking against him.

“It’s…it’s an ex of mine. He won’t leave me alone!” 

“What is he doing?” Jumin’s brow lowered, glancing at your phone screen, frowning. 

“He keeps trying to convince me to give him another chance…” You puffed out your cheeks indignantly, anger boiling just from spotting the messages. “I keep saying no but he won’t stop!” 

Jumin folded his lips, letting out a heavy breath, stopping to turn you to face him, pulling you close. 

“I’m sorry darling, I’ll see if there’s anything security can do to handle it.” 

You sighed, looking up as he tipped his forehead against your own, somehow feeling immensely comforted just by his presence. 

“Do you really think there’s anything they can do…?”

His words were love-laced, such certainty drenched in them that you couldn’t help but feel a wave of comfort wash over you.

But perhaps, there was something in his eyes you hadn’t noticed before.

“I’m positive.” 

And within a few days, your ex was found lifeless.

It continued like that. 

One after the other.

Gone.

And even now, you would be lying if you said it didn’t bother you.

So perhaps when your co-worker, someone you’d been partnered with for a project, told you he’d be staying home, you got a bit nervous.

Especially seeing as he was known for flirting around.

And he had done it with you.

You had told Jumin, exasperated and annoyed, only soothed as he pulled you into his lap and assured you it would be fine soon enough.

You had called him in your home, pacing about nervously despite Jumin’s encouraging assurances.

And relief overcame you as he answered.

“What’s up?” He snickered. “Missed me?” 

“Who couldn’t miss that charming personality?” You scoffed. “I was just…wanting to check up on you. I was really hoping we could go over the project one last time for the presentation tomorrow.” 

“Jeez, you really want to…?” He huffed, thinking for a moment. “Alright, you can send me an email and I’ll check it out but I’m really not feeling all that great right now.” 

“If it’s a fever or something I can bring some soup or something-I’ll wear a hazmat suit even-” 

“There’s no way you care about this project this much, sweetheart.”

“Don’t-don’t call me that.” 

“Listen, if you’re just looking for an excuse to see me don’t bother,” He proclaimed. “I’m not about to pass up an opportunity with someone like-” 

You heard a gasp, and a clatter as if the phone was dropped from his grip, crashing onto the floor.

And the call was dropped. 

Fear.

That was what filled every bit of you.

And in a moment’s notice, you were out the door. 

You had been to his home before, a simple home a few blocks down, yet you had never felt yourself so slow even as you attempted to rush down the side block.

Even when you finally made it you felt as if you had been glued to the ground, unable to move as you tried to pry your feet away, dragging yourself up to the stairwell to his house.

You came to the front door and tugged on the knob.

Locked.

You curved around the wall of the building coming to the back your eyes met with something that horrified you.

The back door, wide open.

You crept inside, your fingers hovered over your phone, prepared to dial emergency services at the slightest hint.

You snuck forward, keeping your body low to the ground, creeping closer to the living room.

Creeping closer to a sound.

It was similar to that of shuffling, however, muffled and calculated.

And as you saw who, it seemed to click.

Like a puzzle, you never truly wanted solved.

Not if it meant this.

You rose to your feet and met Jumin, your voice breaking and body weak, legs threatening to buckle.

“O-Oh my god…” 

Jumin turned to meet you, gaze as big as saucers in absolute terror.

His lips were parted as though he wanted to speak.

But nothing came out.

He was clad in a clear plastic suit, layered above his usual polyester.

Seemingly a shield of sorts.

You came closer and found hidden amongst the furniture was your coworker.

Dead.

His eyes bulged, a thick line engraved against his throat.

Strangled.

You fell onto your knees, horrified as you desperately attempted to search for any kind of pulse.

Only to be met with nothing.

Nothing but a cold, decaying husk.

“How…” You murmured. “How could you do this…?”

He held back, answering quietly, a peculiar bit of shame in his tone.

Though whether it was out of true guilt or that you now knew, was something you weren’t sure you wanted to know.

“…Garrote wire.” 

“And the…the suit?”

“Prevents DNA from being left at the crime scene.” 

“S-So you know…” You began, feeling a fire in your throat. “you know this is wrong…?”

“…They were hurting you.” He muttered. “They were attacking you. You weren’t safe MC-” 

“And I-I’m safe with you?” 

You heard the sorrow in his response.

“I would never hurt you, darling. Never in any life-this one of the next would I ever even consider such a thing.” He hummed, reaching out a hand. “You know that don’t you?” 

You took it.

“Then-then what’s this?” You asked, your palm limp in his own as his fingertips braided with yours. 

“This is protecting you,” He cooed, adoration clear in his gaze. “This is keeping you safe and happy. These people hurt you, and you are the last person in the world who deserves that.” 

“I couldn’t let them hurt you.” 

“I wouldn’t.” 

Ice.

As he spoke, he was colder than ice, his grip on you tightening if only for a second before warming, the familiar fondness painting his features.

“Please, don’t cry.”

You hadn’t even realized.

He raised his other hand to wipe them away, hovering over your cheek, unsure.

“You know I love you MC,” He remarked. “I love you more than any words can possibly describe.” 

“I know.” 

You pulled out your phone, prepared to dial law enforcement. 

“But if you really mean it, you’ll end this.” 

“MC-” 

You sank into his other hand, his shoulders dropping. 

“This isn’t right Jumin. And you know that.” 

“Dear, you know I can’t-”

“Yes, yes you can.” You looked up to him, trying to hide the quivering of your chin. “I promised to always stay by your side-and I will.” 

“But not like this.” You confessed. “I can’t.” 

He didn’t speak.

But he took the phone.

And he dialed the emergency line.

You melted against him, burying your head in the crook of his neck as he described the event, his heartbeat indescribable. 

Once he finished, he hung up, setting down the phone and winding his arms around you, holding you as if you might disappear before he could even blink.

You listened to the silence, wondering when the sound would erupt from the streets, and the lights of police cars would burst in through the windows.

But as you received silence, you broke it. 

And you broke it with the words you once said so often.

And as the sirens rang, they blurred

And so did the rest of the world.

For what only mattered to him were your four, familiar words.

“I love you too.” 

[alcidaauka]

Well I saw it! Here are my thoughts (spoilers and trigger warning for trauma talk, fatphobia, suicide, drug use, alcoholism)

And here’s some extra text because tumblr is the worst and the preview link to this post shows what’s after the read more! So! That’s great! Super nice! OvO I’m just gonna keep typing cuz I don’t know how long it freakin needs this better be enough!!!!!!!! OvOOooooo

Thor has PTSD in Endgame and it’s played as a joke. I’m not anti-PTSD-jokes, I make fun of myself all the time and a lot of people with PTSD do to cope but this was more of a point-and-laugh joke. If you haven’t seen the movie: Thor got fat. Hilarious? He also got moody and avoidant. I was warned about this by someone on twitter who said he got fat because of the PTSD. It was clear to me that he got fat from alcoholism and depression, so when the scene first played, the fatphobia bothered me a lot more than the PTSD (I’ll come back to this).

Critics who don’t have PTSD make a big deal out of Tony Stark having had it and how that makes him a deeper character. I haven’t seen Iron Man 3 in a long time, but saying Stark was a good portrayal of PTSD has always annoyed me. People with PTSD don’t tend to kick a lot of ass? We tend to kick ass after decades of therapy, not after a year of angst and more explosions. One of the things that annoys me about media portrayal of PTSD is how brief it is. I don’t want to dismiss panic/anxiety disorders, depression or post traumatic stress, but they’re different from PTSD. PTSD is a chronic disease. A lot of people never get better. They kill themselves or they die of heart failure or complications from drug use or they just get old and never get better. (Therapy will help you get better and a lot of people do- if you have PTSD and you’re reading this, you are going to get better, because you are going to do the work to get better and I believe in you). It’s not a fucking joke and it’s not seasoning for your character. It is, I hate to say (and it took me years to admit to myself), character-defining. So I’ve never been sure that Tony Stark had PTSD. Other things for sure- a great suffering and post traumatic stress- but I wasn’t sure about the PTSD. It wasn’t sold to me.

Thor does. There’s a scene where they go back in time to Asgard and he has a panic attack. I started crying because I know what it’s like to have a panic attack in public and I felt so awful for him. Rocket slaps him which calms him down. This is the head-assest of panic attack tropes. If you slap me while I’m having a panic attack I will go into a fight response and break your jaw, not calm down. That’s fairly universal. But then Thor runs away and finds his mom. It isn’t until his mom gives him the love and understanding and forgiveness he needs that he starts getting better. I liked that. She was a therapeutic influence, and she reminded him that he is capable, and that everyone fails.

The panic attack was played for a joke. His avoidance and running away was played for a joke. The only realistic depiction of PTSD in the Marvel universe was played as a joke. In that moment I realized why media rep of PTSD sucks. It’s because our culture sees those behaviors as weak. When Thor starts crying and wheezing, the audience laughed. They felt no sympathy for him. Writers feel no sympathy for real people with PTSD. They’re disgusted by crying and wheezing and being afraid. It’s too bad, not just because our stories would be richer and more honest if they weren’t, but because there would be less people with PTSD if people were less shitty about the actual effects of trauma.