#I HAVENT FORGOT YOU MY HALF LIFE FOLLOWERS !!!
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adrian at the beach with his son, spot
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routine : part 2 || edward nashton x GN!reader ⋆⭒˚｡⋆
summary || you and edward finally go on a date
warnings || eddie is a liiiittle more stalker-y in this one, smoking, mentions of drinking, mentions of edward following reader home and just overall being his strange little self, this fic does get a little suggestive (no actual smut) so please MDNI!!!! i think that's everything, if i forgot anything i am so sorry </3 this fic is mostly just fluff with a side of awkward first date small talk
word count || 4.5k
notes || i am so sorry for the long wait on part 2!! been having the worst writers block of my life and my job has been taking over my life atm </3 but it is finally here!! i had so much fun writing this one, definitely thinking of doing a part 3 if u guys want it :)) apologies if at any point eddie is too OOC, he's definitely a little more confident in this one hehe. also this pic of paul is EXACTLY how I imagined him looking while writing this
You arrive back at your dingy apartment later than you had planned and, admittedly, a lot tipsier than you had wanted to be.
You shove your key into the crappy broken lock that your landlord refuses to fix and jiggle it around for several moments until you finally hear a click. Opening the door, you sway on your feet a little before stumbling over to the couch, kicking the door shut behind you; when you plop down on the velvety throw you use to cover up the horrible cracking leather of your equally horrible sofa, you sigh and throw your head back, allowing a smile to play onto your face.
He had asked you on a date.
You keep replaying the interaction in your head, mentally swooning at how Edward had lit your cigarette for you, how he had been so close that you could smell the laundry detergent on his clothes. You giggle like a schoolgirl, hugging one of your cushions as you fish around in your bag for your phone. You have to suppress a giddy squeal when you are greeted with not one, but three messages from a random number, one you can only guess belongs to Edward. You feel dizzy unlocking your phone, and you don’t know if it’s the alcohol or your nerves.
Hi, it’s Edward. I hope you have a lovely rest of your night.
I really liked talking to you today. You’re a very interesting person.
Are you okay? It's late, did you get home safe?
It takes everything in you to not dreamily sigh like you’re in a fucking rom-com. He's concerned about me, you think, typing a reply with a lopsided smile on your face.
hiii yes im fine!! just made it home : )
im vry drunk lol
Immediately the grey typing bubble pops up and you launch your phone across the room, scrambling to the fridge to open the half-empty bottle of slightly too expensive rosé that you have been saving for the next time you rewatch Fleabag.
You hear your phone ding twice and gingerly pick it up from underneath the coffee table, your hands shaking.
Oh, good to hear that you’re safe haha. I was about to head back to the bar to see if you were okay.
That was a joke by the way.
You can’t stop a smile from spreading across your face. You take a swig from the bottle and begin typing.
yea im sure it was lol
it was nowhere near as interesting after u left. u were in such a hurry too are u ok??
Edward’s cheeks grow red when he reads your second message. You think he’s interesting? Are you hinting that you would’ve preferred if he stayed?
Wish I could have stayed for a bit longer haha, just had some work at home that I couldn’t get my mind off, so wanted to take another crack at it.
Obviously, he can’t tell you that his work isn’t just some simple tax fraud, but a potential money laundering scandal that ties all the way back to Maroni and your own boss. He knows at this point, though, that you’re too polite to question him.
u sure do work a lot!!!! idk how u havent burnt out yet.
try to get some rest if u can : ) its not like the work wont be there tmrw!!!!
Edward smiles. You are so lovely to him; the idea that someone like you could show so much kindness to him makes his heart swell and his eyes fill with tears. A few run down the tip of his nose and plop onto his phone screen.
I know, I know. Sometimes it feels like I can’t switch my brain off haha. It’s been in overdrive since I got home.
He cringes at himself. Is he meant to text so formally? You're pretty much the only contact in his phone besides his landlord and the office. He glances down at his screen, noticing that you’ve read his message but haven’t started typing an answer, and immediately begins to panic.
Of course someone like you couldn’t like him. He was a fool to think you were any different than anyone else in this shithole of a city. You’re probably still sat with your colleagues at that shitty bar, reading out his messages and all having a good old laugh at him. Everyone get a load of Nashton! you're probably saying, and he feels sick to his stomach.
soso sorry my phone just died out of nowhere!!! i srsly did not mean to leave u on opened
honestly i get u i can be like that. its probably worse for u tho bc ur so smart lol
whats been sending the brain of eddie into overdrive tonight??
Edward shakes his head at how silly he’s being. It would be funny if he didn’t feel so pathetic. He reads your messages over and over until his eyes burn; no one has ever given him a nickname before. Eddie. He rereads the nickname, trying to imagine how it would sound coming out of your mouth. His mind begins to wander, picturing you lying beneath him, bare chest heaving as you moan that name to him. Eddie.
He's snapped out of his thoughts when his phone lights up again with a notification from his news app. He attempts to push down his building arousal before it completely clouds his mind, and scrambles for his phone to send you a reply.
It’s a little embarrassing, but... I have been thinking non-stop about the conversation we had outside.
I really would like to take you out, if you’ll let me. If you’d like to pick where we go so you feel more comfortable, I’m happy with that. I’m sure you know much nicer places to go than I do anyway haha.
You squeal at your phone, kicking your feet in the air like a goddamn teenager. You hastily type a reply, and soon enough you’ve made plans for Sunday to go to a lovely downtown jazz club that plays live music. It's one of your favourite spots in the whole city.
You fall asleep fairly quickly after throwing yourself on your bed still fully clothed. You don’t think twice about how bad your hangover will be when you wake up, instead picturing your date with Edward and just how lovely he is.
Edward, on the other hand, stays up all night, his thoughts rife with anxiety. You'd had one conversation in a loud bar, and now he’s expected to keep you entertained for an entire evening? What if you didn’t find him interesting? What if he ran out of things to talk about? What if you stood him up entirely?
He shakes his head, trying as hard as he can to shake the thoughts from his brain entirely. He opens your social media, which he has found himself doing every time he seems to be on the verge of a panic attack recently. He finds his favourite picture of you, a candid photo of you in a coffee shop mid-laugh, your eyes sparkling and cheeks rosy. He loves your smile in this picture.
He hopes he can make you smile like that.
Saturday goes by painfully slowly for you. The dragging hours aren’t helped by your awful hangover that seems to have convinced your brain that any slight movement will have you vomiting. You cringe rereading the messages you sent Edward the evening prior, hangxiety hitting you like a train.
Eddie? Seriously?
You have one conversation with the guy and have already started throwing nicknames around- you're in shock that you didn’t scare him off with how forward you were being. If he brings it up, you can always blame it on how drunk you were, which isn’t exactly a lie.
He doesn’t text you until later in the evening, just a simple message confirming that you’re still on for tomorrow. You wonder if he’s as nervous as you are, if his anxiety manifests itself in the way he chews at his lower lip the same way you do.
When Sunday finally rolls around, you wake up extra early to give yourself as much time to get ready as humanly possible. You would never admit it to anyone, but you’d picked out your outfit the night before and laid it on your desk chair, your nervous excitement barely allowing you to get a wink of sleep.
Edward had offered to pick you up, but you really do not need him seeing the shithole you live in the first time he sees you outside of work. You both agree to meet outside the bar, and since it’s in walking distance from your apartment, you decide against getting a taxi.
Gotham is strangely beautiful in March, the last moments of winter finally coming to fruition. The sun is just beginning to set when you step out into the chilly air, casting an orange glow on the old buildings and warming your cheeks against the cold.
Edward’s heart races as he clumsily stumbles out of the subway station. He's almost twenty minutes early and grasps a cluster of lilies in one hand, the other of which he uses to steady himself against a lamppost. The lady from his favourite podcast whispers soothingly in his ear as he attempts to block out the loudness of the city and steady his breathing.
“You are strong, and you are worthy. Be the change you want to see.”
He closes his eyes, taking deep breaths before finally grounding himself. Edward is all too aware of how he must look right now: sweaty, clutching a bouquet of flowers while standing alone outside a bar. He glances at his watch. Still ten minutes until your meeting time.
He tries to ignore the lump in his throat and the stinging in his eyes. You will show up. You have to.
Edward jumps slightly when his phone chimes in his pocket. His heart drops when he realises it’s a text from you.
so sorry!!! running a few mins late :/ decided to walk today and ofc that’s the day that every traffic light in the city decides to break LOL
The light-hearted tone in your message doesn’t do much to comfort him. He types a short answer and sends it, trying to focus all of his energy on his podcast and not crying from how utterly terrified he is.
Ten minutes after your initially agreed upon meeting time, Edward hears a voice shouting his name. He looks up to be met with the image of you practically sprinting down the street towards him. You pull to a stop in front of him, smoothing your hair down and smiling bashfully up at him. Christ, you forgot how tall he is.
“Before you say anything, I am so sorry. First there was the traffic light thing, then one of my old college friends stopped me in the street and decided that she wanted to update me on every single day of the past three years of her life.”
You breathe in heavily through your nose, your hands on your knees as you try and keep yourself from keeling over. You make a mental note to begin using that gym membership you keep renewing. Quitting smoking would probably help, too.
You look up when Edward hasn’t responded for several moments, and his cheeks are very pink.
“Look, you have every right to be pissed at me. If you want to cancel-”
Before you can finish, Edward interrupts you by thrusting a bouquet of flowers into your hands.
“Th-these are for you. I, um, remembered you mentioning lilies were your favourite flower, so...” He stumbles over his words, talking just a little too fast.
You're quite literally lost for words. You examine the flowers, your cheeks growing warm; it's a lovely spray of pink, yellow and orange lilies, tied together with a cream ribbon. They’re a little crumpled, but nothing that can’t be fixed with a little plant food. You smile at Edward.
“Oh, Edward. They're gorgeous, really, thank you. No guy’s ever gotten me flowers before...”
A small, lopsided grin spreads across his face.
“I can’t imagine why anyone lucky enough to have you wouldn’t get you flowers.”
You flush at that, and loop your arm around his, leading him inside. You manage to find a nice booth in the corner, away from the stage and speakers that surround it while Edward heads to the bar. You anxiously drum your fingers on the table and scroll through your phone, not really paying attention to what you’re meant to be reading as your mind replays what Edward had said earlier.
Edward watches you from the bar, admiring the high flush on your cheekbones and the way your outfit hugs your body. By the time he’s ordered and heading back to your table, you seem a little more relaxed. You smile at him gratefully as you accept your drink and try not to make your staring too obvious.
He looks handsome. He's wearing such a basic outfit, just a simple button up shirt and some smart slacks, but there’s something about Edward wearing something so casual and making it look so good that has you crossing your legs under the table.
“You look lovely tonight, by the way.”
You smile shyly at him, tracing your finger around the rim of your glass.
“Thank you, Edward. I have to say, you clean up pretty good yourself.”
He laughs, and you don’t miss the way it sounds like it's one of disbelief.
“Well, I don’t know if I’d say that.”
You roll your eyes playfully, taking a sip of your drink.
“Well, I would. You look really handsome.”
Edward shakes his head, a bashful smile on his face as he looks down, taking a sip of water. The pair of you sit there for a few moments in awkward silence, trying to think of something to start a conversation with.
“So-”
“You-”
You lock eyes and both laugh, cheeks red. You wave your hand.
“Sorry, you go.”
Edward averts his gaze, fiddling with his collar.
“I, um, was just going to ask how you found this place? I’ve never even heard of it. Well, I suppose the fact I don’t drink and don’t listen to jazz music doesn’t help, but...”
Edward finds himself trailing off, kicking himself for how utterly awkward he is. The way you smile at him, unfazed, doesn’t help.
How could someone like you ever find any interest in someone like him?
“It’s a funny story, actually. My old roommate was on a date with this absolute dick, and she needed me to come save her. So, what happened was....”
As you tell him the grandiose story of having to pretend to be your roommates' partner who caught her cheating, and how you had to run away when her date attempted to fight you, Edward can’t help but admire the way your eyes light up as you gesture wildly with your hands, the way your laugh comes out as an adorable snort when you attempt to do an impression of her very flustered date.
You are so beautiful. He wishes he could capture this moment in a bottle and replay it every day, for the rest of his life.
He doesn’t realise how much he’s staring until you clear your throat a little awkwardly, clearly finished with your tale. He can feel the warmth on his cheeks.
“Ah, well, I do hope you don’t have some secret boyfriend who’s going to jump out on me like that.”
He bites his lip after saying whatever the hell that was, but to his complete disbelief you laugh. Not a pity laugh, not one of discomfort, but a genuine laugh, one that’s just a little too loud, one that disturbs some of the patrons around you.
You clearly don’t care, your head thrown back as that smile, that lovely smile from his favourite picture spreads across your face. Even as you speak, uncontrollable giggles escape you.
“Oh God, can you imagine? Lucky for you, I’ve been single for a while, so don’t worry about my secret boyfriend coming in and trashing the place.”
That makes Edward laugh, much to your pleasure, and just like that, the tension in the air has dissolved. You can see Edward’s tense shoulders visibly relax, and the next few hours are spent under the warm light of the bar’s lamps, your conversations hushed and filled with longing glances, and it feels like you’re the only two people in the world that exist.
The two of you step out into the bitter cold of the evening, hands fumbling for your respective cartons of cigarettes. Your shivering hands are somehow able to summon a flame from your crappy old lighter, and the alcohol in your system, as well as the way Edward looks at you with such adoration in his eyes, warm you from the inside out. He offers you his arm and you take it maybe just a little too enthusiastically as you walk through the city streets.
When you look up at Edward, he’s already got his eyes on you, the tip of his nose pink from the late winter air. You can feel the flush spreading across your face, quickly averting your eyes to the sparkling lights of the skyscrapers.
Edward retracts his arm from yours, and you look up at him again, confused and somewhat offended. He’s shrugging his parka off his shoulders and draping it over your own before you can even comprehend what’s happening.
“You’re shivering. You might not feel cold because you’ve been drinking, but I can see the goosebumps on your arms.”
He says this so matter-of-factly. Does he not realise how romantic and thoughtful his actions are? He opens his mouth to speak again, but you interrupt him.
“Thank you.”
He offers you that adorable lopsided grin that accentuates just how round and soft his cheeks are.
“It’s really no problem. I don’t want you getting sick.”
Maybe it’s the alcohol. Maybe it’s just how perfect the night has been. Maybe it’s the way he looks at you like you’re the most beautiful person he’s ever seen. Before you can second-guess yourself, you’re removing the cigarette from between his lips and replacing it with a kiss.
He's stiff at first, unsure, before you feel a hesitant hand on your face, thumb caressing your cheek. He pulls away first, pressing his forehead to yours, and you can practically see the stars in his eyes.
“...Wow.”
You suddenly feel bashful, pulling away from him completely and taking a drag from your cigarette.
“Sorry, I-”
“Why are you apologising?”
You meet his gaze again, his glasses fogged up, but not enough to conceal the way his brow knits with worry, the apprehension in his eyes.
“I don’t know, I- I should have asked first.”
He takes your hand in his own, his smile so comforting that you feel all your worries melt away almost instantaneously.
“You don’t ever have to worry about asking me something like that. The answer will always be yes.”
He kisses you again, softly, and you can taste the tobacco on his tongue, making your head spin. His other hand comes to rest on your hip, squeezing it reassuringly as he takes your breath away.
You pull away first this time, readjusting his glasses which have slipped down his nose.
“Do you want to come back to my place?”
Edward’s face goes entirely red at your suggestion, and he stumbles over his words as he tries to string together a coherent sentence.
“I- um, well...”
You smile patiently, and he returns it somewhat hesitantly.
“I’ve- I’ve really enjoyed our night together, and I, just, um... I like you so much that, ah, I don’t really think we should rush anything. You’ve had a bit to drink, and I would hate to take advantage of that.”
Your eyes sting at his rejection as you attempt to muster up a tight-lipped smile, nodding stiffly. Edward’s smile drops.
“Oh dear, I’ve upset you, haven’t I?”
When you don’t quite meet his eyes, he sighs and gently holds your hand, giving you the chance to push him away. When you don’t, he pushes a little further, holding your chin between two fingers and tilting your head up to meet his gaze.
“I’m not lying when I say I like you. I really do, and I would hate to rush something as important as... that... especially when you’re intoxicated. I don’t want you to have any regrets. You're too special.”
Your heart leaps at his words, and you give Edward a small smile. It was never about him, or his comfort. He’s worried that you’d regret sharing yourself with him.
“I... yeah. I guess I’m just used to guys only expecting one thing out of a date. I really like you too, Eddie.”
He presses a chaste kiss to your lips, offering you his hand.
“Let me walk you home?”
You nod, leaning into his side.
Edward, of course, knows exactly where you live, but feigns ignorance as you take the lead back to your apartment. He'd know your building anywhere, thanks to his tendency to follow you home after work to ensure your safety, but being in front of it now, with you by his side, feels so fresh and new that it’s almost as if he’s seeing it for the first time.
It's falling apart, of course. Every building in Gotham that isn’t owned by someone extremely wealthy is. Crude graffiti adorns the crumbling brick walls, and he feels you stiffen up beside him when you notice a couple of shady guys, probably dealing drops, only a few feet away.
“It’s not exactly... the best area. Will you at least wait for your cab in my apartment? I really don’t want you getting mugged, or worse.”
Even with his impressive height, you’re worried Edward could be a target. His smart clothes definitely don’t help.
Edward can hardly believe his luck at finally being able to see the inside of your apartment. Of course, he’s seen it from outside your window when he’s perched on your fire escape late at night, but this is different. This is intimate. Even though he’d turned down your offer for sex, you’re still revealing such a personal aspect of yourself to him.
You trust him.
You lead him into the rundown building, apologising for the elevator that has been broken for months. He already knows that, but nods anyway.
“That’s okay. Five flights of stairs won’t do me any harm.”
When you finally make it inside, he perches somewhat awkwardly on your couch, his height making the piece of furniture appear ridiculously small. You curl up on the other side of the sofa, giving him his space as he books an Uber home.
The silence is thick, but comfortable. Edward is so engrossed in his phone that you’re finally given the chance to really study his features. The curve of his strong nose that holds up his glasses, the roundness of his cheeks, the softness of his jaw. The warmth of the numerous lamps scattered around your apartment light up his face with a soft glow that makes him look almost cherubic.
Edward glances at you, clearly feeling your intense gaze. He doesn’t seem anywhere near as nervous as usual, his smile relaxed.
“You okay?”
You prop your head up with your hand and nod, content.
“You’re so handsome, you know?”
His cheeks grow pink, his smile a little more shy. His voice is a whisper when he speaks.
“Thank you.”
You lapse into another comfortable silence as he returns to his phone, the smile never leaving his face. His phone chimes and he stands reluctantly.
“Cab’s nearly here...”
You walk him to the door, and he lingers for a moment.
“Can I-?”
You don’t give him time to finish, tugging him down by his collar and pressing your lips to his in another soft kiss. His hands find refuge at your waist, pulling you closer to him. You run your hands up his sides, and he reacts with a delicious shiver to your utter delight. Gathering your nerves, you tease his lower lip with a nibble, and he chases your mouth with a soft groan when you pull away from him.
You grin at his flustered state, his cheeks red and glasses fogged up, his sandy fringe ruffled beyond repair. You press one more lingering kiss to his lips before unlocking your door.
“You said your taxi’s nearly here?”
A chuckle escapes Edward, an octave lower than what you’re used to, and your knees go weak at the sound. He runs his hand through his hair, adjusting his glasses.
“You are so cruel.”
You glance down, immediately realising what he’s referencing, and giggle giddily.
“You’ll just have to wait for next time, I guess.”
He sighs, a dazed smile on his face.
“So, you want me to take you out again?”
You roll your eyes playfully, standing on your tiptoes so that your mouth is on level with his ear. You run a hand down his chest, your voice a sultry purr.
“I thought that much was obvious.”
Edward breathes out heavily through his nose and you smile innocently at him before kissing his cheek. The tension is shattered by the loud sound of his ringtone and you both jump back, the spell broken. Edward smiles apologetically at you when he answers the phone before panic spreads across his face. You can faintly hear a very angry man shouting at him on the other side of the line.
“Yes, yes! Sorry! I’ll be right there! Sorry!”
The other caller hangs up and you snort, pushing him gently out the door.
“Don’t let me keep you any longer from the most awkward ride home of your life. Are you gonna tell the driver you left him waiting so long because you were making out with your colleague?”
Edward stumbles over his words, the flush on his cheeks somehow deepening.
“I, ah, will not be doing that. Christ, I’m going to have to tip him even more than I was planning to, aren’t I?”
You giggle and Edward laughs too, giving you one last quick kiss before practically throwing himself down the stairs.
You close your door, sighing dreamily like the protagonist of a cheesy rom-com. You shoot Edward a quick text and sink onto your sofa, your heart thrumming. You'd gotten him to open up. You're going to go on another date. You kissed him. As far as first dates go, you’d chalk that up to being pretty successful.
The rest of your evening is spent texting back and forth with Edward, and when you finally roll into bed your brain is clouded with thoughts of him, his smile, the feeling of his lips on yours. You’re so focused on the image of Edward’s silly flustered smile after you kissed him for the first time that your rational thinking completely skips over one minor detail that you’ll have completely forgotten by the time you wake up.
How did he know what floor you live on?
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There is something that has always deeply bothered me about the confession scene, and I haven't seen many people talk about it (no, this is not about how Dean should've rescued Cas or about how Dean was the homophobic version of this 🧍 emote the entire time). This opinion has been peer-reviewed by my friends who get all their supernatural information from me so I'm obviously correct.
Anyway. Cas should not have been taken by the Empty in s15e18 "Despair" and I will die on this hill.
For those of you havent watched Supernatural and only get information force-fed to you by me, the Empty is a supernatural entity that rules the afterlife where angels and demons go after they die. The Empty and Castiel have a very antagonist relationship, tracing back to at least season 13. Basically, Castiel died and annoyed the Empty into letting him come back to life.
Fast forwarding to season 14 (specifically s14e08, "Byzantium"), Jack (Castiel's adopted half-angel son) dies and the Winchesters attempt to revive him. Cas goes to Heaven to find Jack, but the Empty is looking for Jack, too. Cas attempts to trade his soul for Jack's, allowing Jack to be revived by the Winchester's spell with Castiel being taken to the Empty immediately. However, the Empty says this:
Deal. Oh, but not now. No, no, no, no, no. No, you see, I-I meant what I said. I-I want you to suffer. I want you to go back to-- to your normal life and-- and then forget about this and forget about me. And-- And then, when you finally give yourself permission to be happy and let the sun shine on your face, that's when I'll come. That's when I'll come to drag you to nothing.
When Castiel cashes in on this deal during s15e18, he tells Dean that the Empty will take him in his happiest moment, which Cas believes to be him confessing his love for Dean. Because he believes Dean will never reciprocate, this confession is Castiel's happiest moment, and he is giving himself permission to be happy when he finally tells Dean about his feelings.
But "happiest moment" isn't actually one of the conditions of the deal. Looking at the text, the Empty presents two conditions for when it will take Cas:
Cas needs to forget about this deal with the Empty
And then, Cas needs to allow himself to be happy
Like I said, the confession as it stands does fulfill the second condition. But Castiel never fulfilled the first condition of the deal. He never forgot about his deal with the Empty-- in fact, he starts his confession with an explanation of the deal he made.
Ergo, Castiel's love confession did not fulfill the terms the Empty laid out for the deal, and Castiel should not have been taken.
There is obviously a case to be made for following the letter vs spirit of the law (if you want to be really pedantic, Cas was in a windowless room with no sun to shine on his face), but it goes against the spirit of the deal for the Empty to take Cas when it did.
If you haven't seen the episode (s15e18 Despair), Dean lands a near-fatal hit on Billie (aka Death). Billie chases after Dean and Cas, and they hide out in the dungeon. Billie attempts to break down the door while Dean and Cas weigh how they can get out of this. Dean says that there is no way to stop Billie, and Cas comes up with the idea to summon the Empty (by experiencing his happiest moment, aka confessing his love); the Empty also hates Billie and would therefore snatch her up too when it took Cas.
The Empty states very explicitly that its whole purpose for the terms of the deal is that it wants Cas to suffer. Snatching Cas's happiness away from him when he thought he would be free causes Cas more suffering than the Empty taking him the minute Jack was revived. There is no suffering in Cas dying knowing that Dean a) knows how Cas feels and b) will be saved because of Cas's actions. There is, however, suffering in Cas dying without any way of saving Dean's life-- which is what would've happened if the Empty hadn't shown up.
Ergo, Cas's speech did not fulfill the terms of the Empty's deal, and even if it had, it would have been more in-character and in line with the spirit of the deal if the Empty had stayed out of it and let Dean die.
Ergo, Castiel should not have been taken by the Empty.
Thank you for coming to my TedTalk.
#alfie#tayclown#supernatural#castiel#season 15 episode 18 despair#castiel's deal with the empty#red string era
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Apocalypse Game (Chapter list)
Chapter one: Godfall and Ruin
It’s been ten years since the gods fell to earth, their massive statues crushing anything that happened to be underneath. Buildings collapsed, land destroyed, people dying left and right. Those of us who survived all found ourselves thrown into some sort of game, being granted abilities and skills by these gods, ranging from basic things like enhanced strength and stamina, to summoning otherworldly entities and rending enemies into ribbons.
We fought against the creatures that began to mutate, ones that emerged from the gods own thoughts, and with each other. Not many could take it, some succumbing to the violence, and some opting to end themselves instead. Those that did survive this long are now much more powerful, though not without our fair share of lost sanity and limbs as well.
However, I plan to end this farce of a game, once and for all. I need to end this game, for if I don’t…
All the torment and stuff will have served no purpose.
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The wind howled down the nearly empty street, with only a single figure walking down it. The figure in question was a thin, pale, and gaunt man, clad in a cloak as black as the night. He held a large scythe in one hand, dragging it along the ground, letting the loud scraping noise echo out between the half collapsed buildings and piles of rubble. He then stopped, calling out into the empty air.
“Show yourself. I know you’re there.”
A slow clapping started to play behind him, and as he turned around he saw what looked like a somewhat young woman standing there, wavy hair fluttering in the wind.
“Impressive as always, o Angel of Death. It’s nice to see you so alert as always,” the woman said, a sly grin creeping across her face.
The man scoffed, pointing his scythe at her, “tell me what you want. If you’re so familiar with me, you should know I’m not the kind to play along with silly games.”
“Oh no, of course not! Y’see, what I want right now… we’ll it’s you!” She clapped her hands together, smiling.
The man gripped his scythe tighter, glaring at the woman. “You… do you truly think you can simply say that? Are you not afraid I will tear you to shreds?”
“Nope! Not in the slightest! You should know as well, what with your danger sense, am I wrong?” She grinned teasingly, staring directly into his eyes.
“Hmph. Get to the point. Why do you think you can simply have me.” He stated gruffly, lowering his scythe slightly.
“Well, it wouldn’t be for only my benefit you know? I can guarantee you food, water, shelter, and equipment and resources when you need it. All I need you to do is doing various missions for me! Sounds like a good deal, no?”
The man hesitated, mulling it over, deciding to ask a follow up question, “What sort of missions would you need me specifically for? You look like you have enough power as is, am I wrong?”
“Well, in terms of raw power no you aren’t wrong, but I don’t quite have the reputation you do, y’see? Besides, your ties with death are quite enviable, if it liked me like it likes you, perhaps I wouldn’t need you~” she said in a wistful manner, sighing.
The man eyed her once more, trying to understand anything about this mysterious figure in front of him. He was about to say something, before the woman suddenly exclaimed something.
“Oh! I haven’t even mentioned the best part of this deal for you!”
“You… havent?”
“I forgot to mention, I will grant you a new life, free of your past sins. Well, save for a few, but you’ll be able to absolve them yourself.”
The man stared incredulously at her, “what do you mean, a new life free of my past sins? What could you possibly know-!”
The woman seemed to activate some sort of ability while staring into his eyes, transmitting memories, his memories. He saw his innumerable acts of unjust violence and vices pass before his eyes.
“H-how…”
“I won’t force you to accept, but know that if you do, your desire will come true. I can guarantee that for you.”
The man was shocked, clutching his chest as he panted from the sudden flood of thoughts. He glanced up at the woman, who was suddenly right in front of him, outstretching a hand for him.
“Grab my hand and accept your new name. You’ll be mine, but I won’t take your freedom. If not me, someone else will, and they won’t be nearly as kind.”
Thoughts rushed through his mind, viewing every possible angle, and thinking about how he was living before. He took a few minutes to deliberate amongst himself, despite the soon apparent frustration upon the woman’s face, however he made up his mind not too long after.
“Fine then. I… I will be accept your offer,” he said, grabbing her hand.
A flash of light emanated from the gripped hands, and the man felt something akin to a chain around his soul, clearly linking the two together.
“Thank you, truly. Your new name shall be Ruin, and your past sins shall now become my own. I am Carnation, your master now and forever. You will be my scythe, my conductor, and my otherworldly conduit.“
“…I am now Ruin, faithful scythe, conductor, and conduit for you, Carnation. Thank you for relieving me of my pains.”
“Of course, it’s the least I could do. Now, Ruin, would you mind taking care of those who would dare intrude upon this moment?”
“…as you wish, master.”
#apocalypse game#carnation#ruin#writing#my writing#writers on tumblr#original writing#original story
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CATCH UP
thank u for the tag @mono-blogs-art 🫡 u a real one
last song: Phony by Nightcord at 25:00 (it is a banger)
currently watching: i just watched anatomy of a fall yesterday. incredible film. highly recommend if u got the focus for 2 and a half hours of court drama. Sandra Hüller is an incredible actress. tv show wise im rewatching rocket power. i rewatched as told by ginger and then i went ham on watching that animation studios shows
also follow my letterboxd
three ships: i actually havent thought about fandom ships lately, i just got nane and manju on the brain. i guess id choose poly bad squad (project sekai)(i need to draw them more), arilisa (bandori), nozoeli (love live)
favourite color: mustard yellow, babybey!!! such a good color. absolutely stunning
currently consuming: i made pizza from scratch earlier today
first ship: tween me made a self insert where he dates misty from pokemon so maybe that. if that doesnt count. idk... maybe.... cher and blue (wolf's rain) ???
place of birth: wouldnt u like to know
current location: WOULDNT U LIKE TO KNOW
relationship status: open and poly relationship with a twink, hes such a funky little guy i want to kiss his handsome little face all the time. dating a few ppl but its no official
movie: go look at my letterboxd 💥💥💥
currently working on: initially i wanted to do an animation of nane and manju, but so much is going on in my life atm that i physically and mentally cannot do anything, and i dont have enough money for my team since its coming directly out of my pocket and its unfair to make them work for free just because theyre friends. SO im turning it into a comic. stay tuned yall. i am restraining so hard from posting every single page as i draw them, i made that mistake with lunchbox and im not doing it again (so so sorry if u followed me from there and there hasnt been an update in yrs, i promise i WILL finish it, i just do not know when)
im also making plushies of nane and manju lol. that is also taking a while bc i do not have a sewing machine, so its all by hand
thank u for tagging me!! i want to hear about my friends so tagging a few, of course do only if you feel like it :) @stevetwisp @bevsi @master-thief-gray-shadow @birdiebrunch @cherryphobe @fairymascot @7d7m sry if i forgot anyone i know more ppl on twitter than tumblr :-(
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What do you think Movie Harumi's past would be like?
SLAMS FIST ON TABLE. I HAVE MANY THOUGHTS.
but mostly three so I'll explain all the ideas that i have
1. the most accurate to canon: shes a supporter of lord Garmadon. at first, she was one of the few people that liked Lloyd (besides the snf) because of Garmadon being his dad, but she immediately hated him once he was revealed to be the gn and made Garma stop all his villainy and stuff. i dont really use this ver of her mostly bc idk what'd be a good motive for her being a villain?? maybe to match the lighter/goofier tone of tlnm-verse she could be like an evil-ex type character on the surface, but then have some deeper layers underneath?? yeah idk much about this version of her lol
2. i took this one mostly from someone else's au snippets (i forgot who they were but i owe them my life for this headcanon) and its that the SOG is a school gang and Rumi runs it!! yknow that one piece of tlnm art i doodled of her?? this was the version :DD shes mysterious, standoffish, and even a bit creepy, but in actuality shes pretty sweet!! again, dont really know why she'd have a cult following for Garmadon in this, but hey, it gives her a reason to be protective of lloyd!! tldr; local school cryptid girl who might be a witch is very protective of her estranged friend
3. and, last but not least, my 1000% purely self indulgent version of tlnm rumi!!! youre getting an essay for this lol. under the cut because it's VERY LONG. excuse my spelling errors :D
She and lloyd are (adopted) siblings!! her bio parents were nurses on koko's side of the war, getting killed by Garmadons army in the process. Harumi's parents, thinking that they were safe where they were, brought Harumi with them to their designated camp site/zone place. of course, they WERENT safe, but where else were they supposed to leave their daughter??? plus, she was only, like... 1.
After the raid on the camp, when the smoke cleared, only one living being remained; a crying little girl.
Now Lloyd (and yes, i know in tlnm canon koko left with lloyd when he was only a few months old, but this is MY little sandbox and i get to do what i want <3<3. she left with him when he was about 3 here), who was around 2 and a half by now, was currently in Garmadons custody (koko and garma switched custody every week or for plot AND bc that seems like something theyd legitimately do)
When he wandered off from his dad, he stumbled upon her. when garma found him just a few minutes later, playing with this young girl and picking her up like she was family?? he just kinda went 'well sure he can have a sister i guess' and she was just kinda?? adopted??? (your dystopian au rumi 🤝 my tlnm au rumi)
When koko left with lloyd, she TRIED to take harumi with her, but rumi- who only really considered Garmadon and Lloyd as her family- stayed behind with her dad. she doesn't know that he was the root of the cause behind the death of her bio parents (yet)
So, she spends the next few years training under Garmadon, getting stronger, yada yada. fast forward to when she's around 14 and Lloyd's around 16
Its the very first time rumis allowed to go to Ninjago City WITH garma and his generals. she does more damage on her own compared to like. 12 of them combined, so its unsurprising when shes suddenly confronted by a certain green ninja
Now, keep note, these two havent seen eachother in over 10 years. all the memories they have of each other are blurry. of course, they were both in disguises/different outfits (lloyd in his gi, rumi in her S.O.G uniform) so they didn't recognize each other at first. but, after harumis makeup started melting away, and her hair became more frazzled?
Well, lloyd could recognize her from anywhere
He stopped that fight SO FAST. idk if he'd immediately tell her who he is right then and there, but he'd stop fighting her. then, after he got her to listen, he'd pull her to the side and explain everything. including the death of her bio parents, now that she was old enough to understand it
To say Harumi was conflicted was the understatement of the century. Garmadon gave her everything- Literally made her who she is. hes her dad, and she loves him. but could she have been someone- Anyone else if her parents didn't die that day?
Actually, if Lloyd didnt find her, would she have been left to die, too?
the hypothetical conversation back at Garmadon's volcano im imagining in my head for these two rn is heartwrenching (writes that down for my wip folder) BUT it ends in harumi running away. back to the city, back to Lloyd
In all honesty, she doesn't really feel Comfortable or Good Enough to be hanging with lloyd and his friends. (and yes, she knows about the mass bullying on Lloyd, and is a second away from destroying this city herself about it frfr) BUT bc of this, she asks koko (who shes trying to refer to as mom btw) if theres any place she can go. somewhere outside the city, but not too far from the only family she had left
Sadly, Koko didnt have an answer.
But Lloyd did.
And that answer was in a little library right outside of Ninjago City, where the only other family member Harumi hasn't met yet lives :)
tldr, she vibes with morro at his haunted library and visits lloyd every week or so :DD
#ninjago#harumi jade#harumi ninjago#i guess ill make a tag for my tlnm au??? nothing special just#peachs tlnm au#there we go :)#tagging lloyd bc he was mentioned a lot too#lloyd garmadon#lloyd ninjago
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i volunteer my services as a dogboy for any soft and kind men or nonbinary people who want a dog! this is me half jokingly looking for an owner.
Pros:
I will wear a collar and leash regularly plus a dog tag
I love to serve and im good at it but i do have a personality and mind of my own
i can cook i make very good food and i like doing it
you can hand feed me treats and pat me on the head
ill follow you around eagerly and ill also nap on the couch a lot
i havent ever fetched before but it cant be too hard
i will be your own personal guard dog
social interaction doesnt scare me because i forgot how to be embarrassed I'll talk to the restaurant staff and doctors and all that if you're scared
possible cons:
not very suitable for people who want super duper obedient puppy boys 24/7
i like my autonomy so no one can decide what i wear/eat/do during daily life
im bitchy and stubborn in a non bratty and non sexual way and i refuse to be disciplined unless its a sexual situation
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THANK YOU TO THE AROUND 30 PORN BOTS THAT MADE ME HIT 300 FOLLOWERS, I COULDNT HAVE DONE IT WITHOUT YOU!!!!
I know Im basically never active, but thank you to everyone, i might make something meaningfull later. Anyway, let me tag some of my fave mutuals that i probably havent spoken to in like half a year :)
@same-crazy-art-girl34 @ahecktonoffandomsinoneblog @im-someone-i-guess @ J i can not for the life of me find you (also i probably forgot some people, so if you see this i probably ment you too but to be honest i remember very few blog names)
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Chelle! God it's been a while but I hope life has been treatin u well :)
I've been really good! But summer feels just as busy as spring sometimes and I hate the heat, so I feel you with your weather talk 😅 I think I've got a bit of writer's block too (it really sucks now that I have more time to write, yet can barely manage). Though your response was a while ago so I hope you aren't dealing with that anymore!
The only thing I haven't read yet is Half Love. I really wanted to wait until it was finished so I could binge it all, but I figure I might read it after I finish writing this! I really like Ten Days, characters who are a bit oblivious to the fact that they like the other is always fun to watch. They're both secretly simps for each other if you ask me hehe.
I ALSO finally took the time to read up on all the chapters of Lost in Assistance and 63 was definitely a rollercoaster of emotionss, I think you captured the dark theme really well at the end there! I WAS NOT expecting things to go left like that
You said something about wanting to write a dark wanda or dark nat fic and I hope you try it, I think it'll be lovely :) Coincidentally I made a wandanat fic a few days ago which I plan on posting- it's not dark or anything (though I want to try my hand at it eventually) but yeah! You still haven't followed me yet but maybe that's a hint >:)?
I really didn't know how to continue this convo since it has been such a long time, but like I said earlier I hope you've been good 😌
- 🗿 <3
Hiiiiiii!! Oh my god! Yes, it has been a long time!
Sorry for the delay too. How are you?
I just started to feel better after got all fucked up for a week because I got Covid. It was torture so I haven't been really writing that much.
I just started back into writing since the last time I told you that I got writer's block but then I got covid.
It gets hotter and hotter here. It's humid as well. I dont like it and really really hope that summer to end. I love when it rains or thunderstorm here though because it's cooler temperature and the lighting is crazy and thunders are so loud. I literally can feel it shakes the house wall. Have I ever ask where you from? I forgot. I'm sorry. If you are from U.S, which state are you at? You don't have to answer if you dont feel like to.
It has been a while so I forgot what was the last story I posted since our last conversation.haha
About Half Love, well it's still a long way to the end of the story so if you plan to wait until it's done to read it, it will be a while. :D
I'm pretty proud with Ten Days even though it was inspired by a romcom. I love it because that series has the most humor I ever put in my writing. It has been a while I havent update it, i gotta write that soon. ahaha.
Yaay, you finally read ch, 63.. I think that was the fic I posted the last time I talk with you. I already posted ch. 64 and starting t work on the last chapter of the series. Ch. 63 was my first trying to write something dark and i'm glad it worked out.
I also finally wrote my very first Dark!Wanda oneshot and my very first Natasha fic! Yaaay! Can't wait to hear what you think about them. Also, I really wanna read your work.. Too bad after I follow bunch more tumblr writer, I still havent found you and followed you :( I will follow more then.ahahahah.
Who do you write for, wanda, nat and wandanat or other characters as well?
I hope you have been good as well and we can talk more. I'm glad i hear back from you!
Cheerio!
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Journal.
7:32 PM 11/23/2022
So, every now and then I actually spend my times innovating, thiking, making, studying, about fashion, psychology and business.
Why the hell I went to college if I'm not even using the so called diploma? To make my " parents " especially my step-father happy! Because they in somewhat manner or way " deserve " it. In my mind they only deserve respect and also love... This is my time, my life, my beliefs, my body, my mind, my soul and MY eveything not theirs; so what does the world exactly refer to when saying or commenting that bloody old dead saying?
Just like a sea-man told me once; " No dead man tell dead tales ".- It means that old people will always come out with what functioning and working back then, and that in these new era days the formula that they used or applied is just nonsense. Seriously give it a thought. So, NEW TATTOO coming soon, God I just love pain... In a figurative way I think. Will be getting a design about betrayal, fakeness, rats and lies.
This is what I mean when I hate... You think the word " betrayal " suits a stranger? It's only caused not even by the hammer, but the one who carries the hammer around; meaning you, or me for this instance. Friends are not friends theyre just people to spend time with, family is not family is just blood from the same belly. And the list goes on if you of course allow me to, since; in this world you have snitches and rats. Im betting a $100 bill that my friend are these types of... Why? You may ask.
"Be(lie)ve nothing of what hear, and half of what you see" Edgar Allan Poe stated that beautiful comment for something, Amazing British Poet in my opinion, one of my favourites if you definitely ask me. Remember when you wanted to grow up fast, so you could drive... Go out for long amount of hours... Drink... Live alone....? Well, once that comes you actually just feel " Meh ". Like right now money is not a problem, but the problem is basically enjoying it with the right people... The so called bloody hell "friends" that I have. But why? You may ask again and my reply to that is the same as Allan Poe... I have heard and listen, but they have not. I have viewed and looked and they still havent. Now, in regards to what? You may still be pushing on a eager to ask and receive a reply...
Answer is my dearests Holmes and Watson; I have lived long enough to understand and know that I have witnessed their falacy, lie, unspirit and negligence. "Do not take it personal" They, or even my "softer-side" could say, but to my understanding here's the following fucking issue that the "softer me" wouldn't understand.
I have listened to a lie, and afterwards witnessed and experienced the true reality with my own eyes... At first it did cost me to be(lie)ve what I had been told and then worked it through, by understanding that the power of acknowledging and seeing things is way, way more than just mere fucking and wanking words. Please hence the reference or the old saying: "Be careful with what you see, not what you listen".
Definitely forgot who was the author or the quoter of the time... Also actions, if you pay enough attention you'll understand why people are the way the are. This is even the bloody principle of "Sheeps with Sheeps, Lions with Lions. But beware the pack of sheep, being led by a lion" I might just be going crazy writing all this down, someone could think I'm just delirious at the moment, or need help... And I do. But not mental, more rather to be emotional, because I know and understand that we're humans, but to me; I'm not like "these" humans. I feel more, to the side, not part of the latter, I dont have this craving of proving something to someone except to myself, I dont hae the necessity to love due to desperation or even lonliness; I do consider myself as a one of a kind.
Since a kid, I was like this until I got lit! But sadly, matches burn when they turn to much.I do feel alone, distant, that I'm missing human touch, affection, attention to people... But, question is, to what people? The same ones who actually destroyed, lied, used, deceited and even neglected me? Fuck NO. Last time I checked, I loved to hard and she loved me hard back "supposedly" and my world went back straight to black, white and red. Yup, those exact colours... Black represents who turned off I am emotionally, and also how I see the world. White, is the little residue that is left of ME not the world, but ME being good... Oh, and red... Represents all the tears and blood I shed for all of this. Somehow; my "softer me" wants me to keep being soft, this comes from the heart where 90% of the time you'll get fucked, destroyed, stepped over and also set apart from the rest. I rather to be cold, tranquil, easy, low and also dark and mysterious; I can notice that way that people have this intrigue to understand and know me better which by the end of any day; they wont.
Been there, done that... Can we guess what happened? I was again left alone to deal with these issues, lies, deceptions and further more that byself; when I just wanted to be good. However; this world does not understand good... This is why woman take advantage of a mans vision, this is why a man takes advantage of a womans body, this is why the bank doesnt allow you credit when being broke, this is why your friend at the end tells you`" chill " they just dont care, even though you can hear it all over the place again and again and again.
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We Are Unsung Hymns
[jason todd x you]
author’s note: me: im only writing requests this year! also me: what if i explored the more Intense and Darker Themes of being with an anti-hero, especially when they kinda disappear, then show up half dead for the 32nd time? me again: so what im actually saying is due to Recent Events i am once again, projecting onto jason peter todd
p.s. dont judge me for the out of context Shelley quotes + this is a little rusty, i havent written in a hot second. tw blood + injury, alcohol, adult language, loneliness.
word count: 1678 (WOW)
Silence, to you, meant many things.
It was the soft hours of dawn, honey golden light streaming through curtained windows. It was the hush in your soul after a day so divine it felt more like a dream than anything else. Silence was the eye of a hurricane, the calm before the storm.
Sometimes, it was sinister. Silence meant unknown things seeping into hairline cracks left unguarded when things had been going good, going smooth, going so well you forgot life could be anything else, forgot that surprises still existed.
A day of silence had melted seamlessly into two, then drew slowly into four, even five. It had grown harder to keep your mind from straying, to keep yourself focused on the world in front of you and the people beside you. It was easier during the day as most things seemed to be, but, well.
Things were always fine, until they weren’t fine at all.
An arm of the couch, a corner chair. The windowsill cleared of clutter for seamless exits and entries under the cover of night – they all became prime places for dreaming and thinking, for worrying and waiting. For wondering if you were even allowed to be this worried, this affected, because it wasn’t like you and Jason Todd were technically dating, after all.
It was like being suspended in a sort of limbo, a liminal space; floating at a fixed point in space and time where you danced around whatever it was that had grown and blossomed so beautifully between the two of you.
Also known as: a purgatory, of sorts.
So you scrolled through old messages, camera rolls, curled up in the windowsill with a blanket and city lights for company, with city life for a soundtrack. This all dispelled the tension, the sporadic bouts of cracked composure; reliving memories that reminded you of his warmth, of his smile, focused on the ones that surrounded you with comfort. He would come home because he always came home, in one way or another – a little rumpled and tired, or a canvas stained with his journey.
You crawled into bed, grazed fingertips feather-light across his pillow, then dreamed.
Of course Jason was fine. Probably.
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A few days later, you had become familiar with this feeling, you realized. Adjusting, finally, to all of this from the past, the present. This was your life now, and patience was a virtue. Resilience had to become one too.
Life went on.
And then you received a message, phone vibrating while out on an errand. Twilight was fast approaching, and you tried to race against the heavenly hues as they melted into deep peony pink, bled into bruised violet, became that deep navy blue always mistaken for midnight black.
Night was unpredictable, after all, and this one was no different.
{ Tuesday, 5:36 pm. From: Roy Harper
Coming in hot }
“Oh,” you said, startled. Your feet stopped in the middle of the sidewalk, crowded and loud – then suddenly, abrasively silent – but you began to move again, when your mind remembered what, exactly, that phrase meant. “Oh.”
You were home in record time. Everything happened fast, after that.
The first aid kit was in your hands within seconds, contents already finding their way onto a table, hands acted on muscle memory as they pulled a bottle of liquor, half full, from the cabinet as your front door flew open, ricocheted off the wall.
You didn’t even flinch.
“In here!”
Heavy, shuffled footsteps followed your voice. Roy and Kory hauled Jason onto the cleared space, and you didn’t bat an eye at that either.
His gear was off already, the clothes worn underneath already stained deeper, darker, saturated in places. His white streak wasn’t so white anymore, either. The harsh overhead light hid no details, and you wished this sort of scene still made you cringe, still made your breath catch and your brow crease in worry.
No one ever thought about what changed within you, when the life you crafted was suddenly full of superheroes and vigilantes. It’s never just learning how to stitch, how to help clean fancy bulletproof kevlar, or your rugs by extension. No, some changes ran too deep for anyone to see them, except for you, in moments like these.
Jason’s eyelids fluttered open, closed, rinse, repeat. He groaned, swore brutally when you began to clean up his wounds; you had learned a thing or two by this point, and this was nothing you had not handled before. Kory and Roy held him down while you worked, while you stitched and cleaned and bandaged.
Your routine was a well oiled machine. Everything slowed down after that.
“So this is what it takes for you to answer my messages,” you said, voice loud in the fresh silence, tone caught between a soothing murmur and a sardonic dig. “Just get yourself mortally wounded, avoid all that ‘don’t worry, I’m alive,’ small talk.”
Jason swats away his Outlaws, breathed a cuss as he pushed himself unsteadily upright. He tells them to wait in the jet, and they listened only after you shrugged your indifference.
“Mortally wounded. I thought you just saved my life,” he tried to joke, but this time it didn’t quite land. Not with his voice so rough and his blood on your floor.
“Take what you need on your way out,” you offered to his friends (yours too, now, you supposed). A balm in contrast to Jason’s demand.
You shared a look with Roy and Kory before they shut the door behind them.
“Rarely a dull moment.” Jason continued, more to himself than to you. He picked up the bottle of liquor within arms reach. The cap screwed off easy and he took a drink, then another while you hid the bloody dressing in the trash.
You swore you felt every emotion under the sun in the next seconds that passed. You were careful not to overwhelm either of you with any of them.
“Why didn’t you go to the Manor? You know Alfred does a better job than I do.” your fingers grabbed the bottle cap, played with it while your heartbeat rose and rose and rose. Jason probably heard it from across the room.
You knew the answer of course, at least the one he always told you.
He was quiet this time, though. Tired eyes left yours in favor of looking out the window, curtains still wide open to the prying eyes of nightfall. He went over to close them. “You never told me, but you were worried.”
It was a small truth; he had grown to trust you with those.
You wanted to smile, but you pulled a glass down from the cabinet, filled it with water and took it to Jason instead. Tugged the bottle gently out of his hand, replaced it with the glass.
He huffed a laugh, breath hitching when the movement pulled at stitches. Jason shifted his attention back to the city beyond, peeking behind the curtain every so often. His indifference to the last twenty minutes, the last two weeks-
You ventured out, turned the words over in your mind as you spoke them. “I don’t want to ruin your dramatic return.”
“But?”
“Being temporarily ghosted gives a person time to think.”
His lips twisted into a smirk, eyes bright. “Does it?”
“Jay.” you had grown careful with your words, with their delivery, but they always said fortune favored the bold. “I know you’re not my knight in shining armor -”
Jason snorts, took a drink. You were half tempted to push him out the window.
“- and I’m the farthest thing from royalty locked in a tower,” he kept his eyes to the streets, but yours could never leave him again. They didn’t want to, now that he was here in front of you, acting as if he never left. “But it feels . . . it feels like we’re in a fairy tale, sometimes, you know? And then I don’t hear from you for weeks, or you come home with a bullet lodged in your shoulder, and I can’t help but wonder, ‘What the actual hell am I doing?”
Jason looked at you then, expression closing off, bright blues steeled. “What are you doing?”
You don’t know, and you tell him that too.
But you were still here, and you hadn’t told him to leave. He knew that, and you could see him begin to remember, see him begin to let the tension ease up just enough to be casual.
He said nothing before he stole the breath from your lungs, just like he always does.
“’Death and love are yet contending for their prey.’” he quotes, and you allow yourself that small smile then, moving close enough to touch him, for him to touch you.
You wondered how long it would take, for him to start quoting a poet. Little did he know, you spent enough of his time away reading his favorites to feel closer to your anti-hero, and, well. At long last, two could play that game.
“’Though storms may break the primrose on it’s stalk, though frosts may blight the freshness of it’s bloom, yet spring’s awakening breath will woo the earth, to feed with kindliest dews it’s favorite flower, that blooms in mossy banks and darksome glens, lighting the green wood with it’s sunny smile.’”
Jason’s grip on the glass tightened; he had to look away, because – what the fuck.
Shelley always had a way with words, but hearing them spoken in your voice, so raw and practiced with that glint in your eye -
Oh.
The expression he wore now – it was the most real, the most wholeheartedly Jason, you had ever seen. He cleared his throat. “That’s not even the same poem.”
A quiet laugh fell obnoxious and graceless through your lips, and you couldn’t stop it.
“I’ll work on that one next time you leave me.”
Jason Todd pulled you into his arms then, hid his smile in your shoulder as you held him tight, and held him close.
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OH MY LORD I TOTALLY FORGOT ABOUT THIS AJSJDBDBD
LOOK WE'VE MADE IT TO 600 FOLLOWERS WHOOOP
Oooo boy idk what we should do to celebrate!
Should we keep doing the games and the winner gets a letter from any MM characters they want??
I mean I kinda wanna ask for prompts BUT I FEEL BAD ABOUT THE ONES I HAVENT FINISHED YET AJSJSJSJ
(I've decided instead of posting them in order, I'll post the ones I'm mostly in the mood for writing, since I don't wanna half anything so I hope y'all don't mind!)
Maybe send me any sentence starter you want, it can be from any prompt list you find or a line from a song -i won't make a song fic, but I can use the line!-, make it as ambiguous as possible if you want too! And just tell me if you want it to be fluff, angst (with or without happy ending), nsfw etc etc and the characters!!!
Uh uh, what else can we do???
I wanna do lots of things now hehe, especially since it's 600!!!! Dats a lot PFTTTTT
And of course, I need to thank you all for your support! Honestly each and every one of you is such a beautiful and amazing human being, and I feel so lucky to have all of your support, thank you for everything!
I would've never in my life thought we'd get to this point! Honestly I didn't even think I'd ever have a blog!
I want to thank you all, and the blogs that have inspired me and motivated me! (I- I just now realized this is like a weird speech PFTT I wAnT tO tHaNk ThE aCaDeMy) nah but really I just wanna say thank you to all of you wonderful people so I hope y'all don't mind ajsjsjsj)
@cafedanslanuit, your blog was one of the main reasons I decided to make one, I used to read your MM posts and just go crazy ajsjsjs I've always wanted a blog and I can't believe now I get to even talk to you! Thank you for being one of my first ever writing buddies in here 💕
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this is completely out of the blue but i just imagine spencer with a fear of heights that he doesn’t really realize until maybe he’s exploring campus one might and he gets stuck up in the rafters of the chapel, staring down and being too stuck with fear to move and hotch/morgan eventually find him and carry him down. either that or he terrifies the other kids because he sometimes climbs trees to read in and get so HIGH and hes so SMALL and “dear god, spencer, you’re not a CAT” - 🐇
hi yes hello I am physically incapable of writing short drabbles
but I hope y’all like it!!!!
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Really, it was Emily’s fault.
The St. Thaddeus campus was covered in tall trees, broad oaks and sap-covered pines and twisting dogwoods, and while it was strictly against the rules to climb trees, and the school groundskeeper was notorious for losing his mind at anyone caught...Emily had never been one for following rules.
And once Emily started climbing trees, Derek couldn’t abide being outdone, so he had to climb higher than her, and faster. And he started teasing JJ, who wouldn’t stand for that, so she would climb up and join them too.
Penelope was adamantly against climbing trees (“I am in a skirt and heels and there is too much nature, let me sit on my picnic blanket in peace, thank you very much”) and Hotch was a stickler for rules (“it’s not worth the risk, and you guys should get down”). Alex sometimes settled for a lower branch, broad and solid enough to stretch out her legs and read a book, and James sometimes joined her. Dave subscribed to Penelope’s theories (“I’m not scuffing these shoes up. They’re brand new. Italian leather.”) and stayed on solid ground.
Spencer was just jealous.
He was the smallest of all of them; Penelope was the next shortest and he didn’t even reach her shoulder. There was one particular pine that he could climb onto the lowest branches, but besides being small for his age, he didn’t have the muscles in his skinny little arms to pull himself up higher. On more than one occasion Emily and Derek had offered to hoist him up to a taller branch, but he was so personally offended that they just laughed and left him to struggle on the ground by himself.
“You’ll grow eventually, passerotto,” Emily had said, ruffling his hair and making him scowl in embarrassment. “For now you’re just our little munchkin.”
“I’m not a baby, Emily!” he had shot back. “I’m ten!”
After a while it got too cold to sit outside in trees, and they retreated to the coffee shop in the student union or the seventh floor common room in Lincoln House, or the library while Alex worked, and tree climbing was forgotten.
They also forgot how stubborn Spencer was.
The door to Spencer and Derek’s shared room was open; Hotch knocked lightly for formality’s sake and peeked in. “Hey, bedchecks,” he said. “You guys okay?”
Derek pulled off his headphones. “Huh?”
“Bedchecks,” Hotch repeated. “How are you and…” He stopped. “Where’s Spencer?”
Derek looked around the small room. “Uh...no idea,” he said. “He was here, though, I’m pretty sure.”
Hotch checked his watch. “Okay, well, he’s never missed bedchecks before,” he said. “Is he in the bathroom?”
“Maybe,” Derek said, sliding off his bed.
There was no sign of Spencer in the bathroom, or the common room, or the lobby of Lincoln House. “God, we need to get him a phone,” Hotch said. He rubbed his temples. “Okay. When did you see him last?”
“He was at dinner,” Derek offered. “Maybe he’s with Alex? Or the girls?”
“Text Penelope, her phone’s glued to her hand and she’ll answer faster than JJ,” Hotch said. “I’ll text Alex. But she’s always gotten Spencer back here on time for bedchecks.”
Derek held up his phone first.
pen ~*baby girl*~ garcia
8:14pm
noooo I havent seen boy wonder since dinner!!
“And then it’s just a bunch of emojis,” Derek said. Hotch’s phone buzzed. “What did Alex say?”
mom friend miller
8:15pm
I don’t have him. did you lose him???
Hotch groaned. “God, we lost him,” he said.
“Should we go looking for him?” Derek asked.
“Yeah, I have to,” Hotch said.
Derek scowled. “Hey, I’m coming with you,” he said. Hotch opened his mouth to argue. “Yeah, I know, I’m an underclassmen and I’m supposed to be in my room by eight. Fuck that, you’re my RA and you don’t have to report me to Gideon. And let’s be real, Gideon won’t care.”
Hotch sighed. “All right, fine,” he said. “I’ll text Alex and Emily too. But I’m not letting JJ and Penelope get in trouble.”
Hotch’s phone buzzed again; Derek leaned over his arm and snickered at the screen.
the cause of my headaches prentiss
8:17pm
holy shit hotchner did you lose a whole ass child?????????
“Okay, okay, let’s just go,” Hotch said, rolling his eyes.
They grabbed jackets before they left; it wasn’t snowing yet but the November air had a sharp cold bite. It was already dark, and Hotch tried to stifled the worry beginning to crawl at the back of his neck.
The girls met them in the courtyard. Emily had already washed off her makeup and tied her hair up in a scraggly excuse for a ponytail. “How’d you lose Spencer?” she asked.
“I didn’t lose him!” Hotch protested.
“Emily, tease him later when we’ve found Spencer,” Alex said. She jammed her hands in her coat pockets and her long hair spilled over her shoulders. “Where’s the last place someone saw him?”
“Dinner,” Hotch said. “He must have slipped off somewhere without anybody noticing. I don’t know where he could have gone. Or why he would have gone.”
“I don’t think he would have gone back in the main building, I’m usually one of the last ones out of there and it’s locked up tight,” Alex said.
“He’s got to be somewhere on campus,” Emily said, tugging the zipper of her North Face jacket. “And I don’t think he would have wandered too far.”
“We’ll split up,” Hotch said. “Just stay in contact. Text the group chat in fifteen minutes with any updates.”
They headed in their separate directions; Hotch pulled his hood up as the wind started to blow. It wasn’t like Spencer to wander off without telling anyone where he was going, or without getting back to his dorm by curfew.
He wouldn’t worry yet. Or at least, not acknowledge that he was worried.
He’d almost reached the end of the fifteen-minute window when he got to the overgrown fence around the abandoned amphitheater. That would make sense- the older kids had shown it to them at the beginning of the school year and it was one of their most common hang out spots before the weather had gotten too cold.
He reached through the ivy covering the gates and rattled the latch.
“Hello?”
He nearly pissed himself.
“Who said that?” he said, a little too sharply. He wrestled with the gate, trying to forcibly yank it open.
“Hotch?”
He stopped. He knew that voice.
“Spencer?” he said. “Where are you?”
“...up here.”
He let go of the latch and took a step back. “What do you mean, ‘up here’?” he said.
Several tall trees flanked the amphitheater. The branches of a particularly tall pine rattled. “I mean...up here,” Spencer said.
Hotch looked up. He could see a little figure huddled on a branch about fifteen feet above the ground. “What the actual fuck do you think you’re doing?” he said.
“I might have miscalculated,” Spencer said in a small, wobbly voice. “I just wanted to practice.”
“Practice climbing trees?” Hotch said. “Spencer. It’s past bedchecks. The sun’s gone down. It’s freezing.”
“I was only going to be out here for a little while!” he protested. “I just...climbed a little higher than usual. And then I realized something.”
“That you’d made a terrible, terrible mistake?” Hotch said dryly.
“Uh-huh.”
Hotch sighed. “So you climbed too high and you can’t get back down?” he said.
A pause. “Uh-huh.”
Hotch pulled his phone out of his pocket. “Let me text the others,” he said, typing out a message to the group chat. “Are you okay? You’re not hurt?”
“I’m very tired of sitting on a tree branch that does not have enough stability, but other than that, I’m okay,” Spencer said. “And...I might be a little cold.”
“Yeah, no kidding,” Hotch said. He peered up in the dark tree branches; he could just barely make out Spencer’s silhouette. “Well, we’ll get you down. But I may tell Gideon you missed bedchecks.”
“No, Hotch, please, don’t get me in trouble!” Spencer protested. “I’ll be good! I won’t do it again!”
Derek jogged towards them. “Hotch, you found him?” he called. Hotch silently pointed upwards. “Holy shit. What’re you doing up there, pretty boy?”
“Regretting all my life choices that brought me to this point!”
“You’re only ten. How many life choices have you made so far?”
“Enough to regret this! Please get me down!”
Derek grinned, his hands on his hips. “Should we let him sit up there a little longer, let him think about what he’s done?” he asked.
“No, I think he’s suffered enough,” Hotch said. “You climb up and get him, I’ll spot.”
Derek pushed up the sleeves of his sweatshirt. “All right, all right, I’ll get him,” he said.
Hotch crossed his arms and watched as Derek climbed easily up the pattern of branches. “Be careful,” he called.
“Why are you talking to a tree, Hotchner?” Emily asked.
He glanced back at the girls. “I’m not talking to a tree, I’m talking to the child prodigy stuck in a tree,” he said.
Alex sighed heavily. “Oh, lord,” she said. “Spencer? Are you okay?”
“I’ll be better when I’m out of here!”
“Is Emily here?” Derek said. “Can you climb up a little and spot?”
“Yeah, I can!” she said. She pulled herself up, her long legs in her flannel pajama pants still visible but her upper half vanishing into the trees.
“Don’t drop him!” Hotch warned.
“Yeah, please, don’t drop me!”
It was a slow process, but eventually they got Spencer back onto solid ground. His knees buckled the second Derek put him down. “Give me a second, give me a second,” he sighed, pressing his hands over his face. “Oh my god.”
Hotch crouched down beside him. “What have we learned?” he asked.
“I’m never climbing trees again,” Spencer said, slightly muffled. “Never again. The ground was so far away.”
“Not a fan of heights?” Emily teased.
“Any hopes I had of being an astronaut have been officially dashed.”
“You could have gotten seriously hurt, Spencer,” Alex said. “What the hell were you thinking?”
He huddled on the ground, his face still covered. “I was tired of everybody teasing me!” he said. “I thought that maybe...I could practice now, and then in the spring nobody would tease me for not being able to climb trees...and...and it’s extremely childish now that I’m saying it out loud.”
“It is childish,” Hotch said. “Alex is right, you could have gotten hurt. And what if we hadn’t come looking for you? You could have-”
Spencer raised his head, and the tear tracks on his cheeks were shiny in the moonlight. “Can you yell at me tomorrow, please?” he asked.
Hotch softened. “We’ll talk about it tomorrow,” he said. “Not yelling, I promise. But we’re going to have a talk.” Spencer nodded, his lower lip trembling. “And I won’t tell Gideon, as long as you promise to never pull a stunt like this again.”
Spencer nodded again. Hotch held out his hand to help him off ground and he took it, wobbling to his feet. “I promise I’ll never pull a stunt like this again,” he said.
Emily pulled him into a hug. “And I’ll lay off on teasing you, okay? I’m calling a truce,” she said. She frowned and pushed him back to hold him at arm’s length. “You are freezing. Jesus.”
“Hotch, give me your hoodie,” Alex said. He took it off quickly and she slid Spencer’s arms through the sleeves and zipped up the front. The cuffs dangled past his small hands.
“I updated the group chat,” Derek said. “Dave and James were about ready to drive over here and help look.”
Spencer’s lower lip wobbled. Alex hugged him tightly and he wrapped his arms around her waist, hiding his face against her stomach. “Come on, darling, let’s get you back to your room and warmed up,” she said.
“Yeah, Penelope and JJ are making hot chocolate,” Derek said.
“Oh, I’m definitely coming back with you guys,” Emily saiid.
Spencer peeked out from the safety of Alex’s hug. “There’s still marshmallows, right?” he asked.
Hotch playfully tugged his jacket hood over his head. “As long as you didn’t eat all of them,” he said.
Spencer pushed back the hood and grinned. “I might have left a couple,” he said. “You know, I could see the creek from all the way up there.”
“Oh, yeah?” Emily said. She ruffled his hair. “Maybe you’ll try this again later, when you’re a little taller. I bet you’ll be taller than me someday.”
“Not taller than me, though,” Derek said. “Almost, though.”
#criminal minds fanfiction#au: patron saint of lost causes#spencer reid#aaron hotchner#emily prentiss#alex blake#derek morgan#🐇#my sweet bunny anon#caitlin writes things
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A Bug’s Life
Peter Parker x Lang!reader
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a/n: i love this concept and also anon u r sweet and i just found out theres a marvel supervillainess named dragonfly but since i havent heard of her until today im using that name!
prompt: anonymous: “Can you please write a Tom Holland!Peter Parker x Female!Reader where the reader is the older sister of Cassie Lang (Antman’s daughter) and her and Peter fall in love with each other. ✨ Thanks so much! 😘”
Okay, so when you were a kid, you had always dreamed of being a superhero. You never thought you’d know your idols personally, though. You see, when your dad, Scott Lang, came back from prison, a lot changed. Suddenly, he was a superhero and no matter how much he didn’t like it, you wanted to be apart of it.
“Y/N, no, please. You’re just a kid!” You dad argued with you in the presence of your “uncles.”
“Scotty, I think it’d be good for her, you know? Like, she’s so smart and she’s got a lot of talent! I think she could learn a thing or two from Hope and Dr. Pym, right?” Uncle Luis egged on.
“Yeah, dad! Me and Hope have already been experimenting with some stuff and, I mean, Mom’s been bugging me over getting into some extracurriculars...” You reasoned with him.
“Yeah, y/n, like photography club or soccer, not being a crime-fighting bug!” Scott pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed, but when he looked back up, you were giving him puppy eyes. “Don’t...don’t do that.”
“Please, dad? I just wanna follow in your footsteps. You’re my hero.” You pouted your lip and didn’t break eye contact with him until he let out a load groan.
“Your mom is going to kill me.” He mumbled while you celebrated with Luis.
You became known as Dragonfly, Ant-Man and Wasp’s sidekick partner. It wasn’t long before you were affiliated with the Avengers and other heroes from across the galaxy.
The first time you stepped foot into the Avengers Compound was unbelievable.
“If only I could tell eight-year-old me how cool she’d grow up to be...” You whispered as your dad led you through the place. You were specifically requested for recruitment following a backround check that proved that you were qualified to train as a junior scientist! The program had just been started thanks to the young Spider-Man, one of the many heroes you had met before and would actually get to know after today.
“Alright, kiddo, it’s not too late to back out.” Your dad told you.
“It’s gonna be fine, dad! You know you can visit me anytime and I’ll come to see you and Cassie every chance I can get.” You gave him a warm smile to let him know it’s alright.
“I know...I’m just gonna miss you, you know?” He shrugged, but before the conversation could continue, you were greeted by Bruce Banner, aka the Hulk.
“Welcome! Nice to see you again, Scott.” Bruce shook your dad’s hand, then turned to you. “And it’s wonderful to finally meet the girl behind the mask.” He shook your hand.
“Nice to meet you, too, Doctor Banner.” You fit your small hand into his abnormally large (and green) hand.
“I’ve heard great things about you, Y/N. I’m excited to see your talent up close.” Dr. Banner chuckled. “I told Peter to meet us here, he probably forgot.” He walked to the wall and pressed the speaker button to the intercom. “Peter, can you meet us at the South Entrance?”
Moments later, a teenage boy came barrelling towards the three of you.
“Sorry! Sorry I’m late.” He apologized profusely. You giggled at the disheveled appearance of him. His hair was sticking up in the back and his flannel was half-tucked into his pants. “I’m Peter!” He stuck his hand out for you to shake. “Peter Parker. Spider-Man.” You took his hand gladly and shook it.
“Y/N Lang. Dragonfly.” You introduced yourself. “It’s been a while since we’ve fought together.” You pointed out. “Maybe that’s a good thing.” Peter’s eyes furrowed at that comment. “You know, not fighting.” You added.
“Oh, yeah, definitely!” Peter agreed.
“So, let me guess: you overslept?” You referenced Peter’s bold look and he quickly fixed anything noticeably wrong to him. Bruce and your dad were just observing the chemistry between you and Peter, exchanging entertained glances.
“Hi! I’m y/n’s dad, Scott. Ant-Man.” Scott interrupted as he waved to Peter.
“Oh! I remember you. You got really big in Germany and I had to web your knees until you fell down.” Peter brought up old memories and you covered your mouth to stop from laughing.
“Yep! That’s me.” Scott eyes got slightly wider. “So, I really wish I could stay, but I have a meeting with a client tomorrow morning that I can’t miss. Alarm company doesn’t run itself, you know?” Silence. “Anyways, uh, y/n.” He motioned you a bit closer so you could say goodbye. He crouched down and grabbed both your shoulders. “I love you so much and I am super proud of you. This is an awesome opportunity, kiddo!”
“Yeah, I know.” You said in a sort of disappointed tone.
“What’s wrong?” Scott asked.
“I’m just gonna miss you.” You frowned.
“Come here.” Your dad pulled you into a tight hug. “I’m gonna miss you, too.” The hug lasted at least sixty seconds before he pulled away and kissed your forehead. “Okay, now here’s your bag, go do some science!” He gave you your suitcase. “I love you, Pumkin.”
“Love you, too, dad.” You smiled, almost holding back tears. You really didn’t want to say goodbye to him, but it’s apart of life. Scott watched as you, Peter, and Banner walked down the halls of the Compound. Bruce and Peter were showing you your new room!
“What’s crime like on the West Coast?” Peter asked you. “I’ve only fought crime on the East Coast. And Europe. And Space.”
“Crime is the same coast to coast. It’s crime.” You shrugged.
“Well, that’s cool. Sorry, I’m not good at small talk.” He chuckled.
“Peter, you’ll be able to show y/n her room and give her a little tour, right?” Bruce asked as he slowed down.
“Yeah, no problem.” Peter nodded.
“Alright, great. I’ll be in the lab if anyone needs me.” Bruce walked away and left the two of you to it.
“Okie doke.” Peter clapped his hands together. “Well, this is the hallway.” Is exactly how he just began the tour. The Compound was actually, surprisingly, bigger than you expected. “And that’s the training room, there’s the kitchen, your room has it’s own bathroom, but there are other bathrooms all over the place. There’s a shopping list on the fridge if you ever have any requests, but fruit snacks are banned since I ate two full boxes in one day and threw up.” Peter gave that wonderful anecdote.
“Wow, that’s...impressive?” You tried to come up with something.
“I think the word you’re looking for is ‘disgusting.’” Peter and you shared a laugh as you approached your new room. He opened the door up and you stepped into the biggest bedroom you’d ever seen. “It’s taken some getting used to, you know, the big room, the big bed, the huge bathroom, all of it.”
“This is amazing.” You mumbled.
“Yeah! And Bruce said we can go shopping and decorate the room any way you’d like. I just got my license, so I’d be cool with driving.” Peter proposed.
“Yeah, I think that’d be pretty cool.” You agreed as you threw your suitcase onto the bed and started unpacking. “Uh, I’m kind of hungry...know any places to eat around here?” You started putting shirts on hangers and filling up your huge closet. You noticed Peter hadn’t answered your question yet, so you turned around to see what he was stalling for. He was just watching you. “Am I really that interesting?” You joked.
“What?” Peter blinked. “Oh! Yeah, sorry, yeah, there’s a few places around that we can go to. Assuming you’d want my company, of course. It’s your choice, really.” Peter rambled and you approached him.
“Duh, I gotta get to know my housemate better!” You pulled Peter out of the room and in a random direction. “Am I going the right way to the garage?”
“No.” He answered and you quickly changed directions. You were oddly comfortable with Peter already, and he wasn’t exactly against it. You were super sweet to him and you two have a lot of shared experience. Teen heroes trying to make a difference. And bug-themed.
Peter drove you to his favorite (and closest) restaurant for dinner, and on the way, he played his music on the playlist. Left Hand Free by Alt-J played through the speakers as you sang along.
“You like this song?” He asked and you nodded without a pause in singing. “Good, so do I. You have a really good voice.” He complimented, which definitely made you blush.
“Thanks, now sing with me!” You nudged his arm leaning on the console and resumed your singing.
“I don’t really sing.” Peter chuckled and saw you roll your eyes, then sighed. “Fine. You win.” He began to join you in song.
Well your left hand’s free, and your right’s in grip. With another left hand watch his right hand slip towards his gun, woah woah woah...
“You’re not too bad, yourself, Peter.” You told him as he pulled into a parking spot at the restaurant. The two of you walked in together and the waitress immediately recognized Peter.
“Hey there, Peter! Good to see you!” She greeted and grabbed two menus. “I see you’ve brought a date.” She raised her eyebrows and smirked.
“Oh, uh, she’s not—” Peter stuttered before you took over.
“Yep, it’s our first date! I’m y/n.” You introduced yourself.
“Well, it’s nice to see him with someone. Follow me, you two.” She let you over to a table and told you she’d be back for drinks in a minute. As soon as she left, Peter turned to you.
“When were you going to tell me this was a date?” Peter cocked an eyebrow with a crooked smile to match it.
“I’m sorry! I hope it’s okay I told her that.” You innocently replied.
“It’s more than okay.” Peter leaned forward. “I’m happy to be your date. We are moving a bit fast, though.”
“Are you sure? This is actually pretty slow for people our age. By now, they’d probably be confessing their love for one another.” You joked and he rolled his eyes.
“You are so right!” He snorted. “Jeez, it’s been so long since I’ve talked to someone my own age!” He sighed. “What about you?”
“I hang out with adults all day long. The only kid I hang out with is my little sister. Do you have any siblings?” You asked him.
“Only child.” Peter answered. “What’s your sister’s name?”
“Cassie. She’s sweet but it’s kind of weird coming back after the Blip and seeing her all big and everything.” You made random hand gestures to demonstrate that she was bigger.
“I know, right! I have classmates that I saw as infants that are now bigger than me!” He explained. The waitress came back and got you your drinks and took each of your orders. Back to the chit-chat. “Okay, now tell me, what got you into the hero-game?”
“Okay, well, my dad had just gotten out of prison, right?” That sentence itself made Peter choke on his drink. “Oh, calm down, it was a non-violent offense. He actually exposed corruption, that’s why I look up to him.” You explained.
“That’s good, that’s good. I’m glad. Go on.” He took another sip from his drink.
“Yeah, so then he robbed Hank Pym, who actually wanted my dad to rob him, then a bunch of ants broke my dad out of jail after he got arrested again for stealing from Dr. Pym, then my dad became the new Ant-Man and took down some bad guys, his new girlfriend, Hope, who is Dr. Pym’s daughter, took a liking to me and started showing me the ropes, so me and my Uncle Luis convinced my dad to let me make my own suit. Then Dragonfly was born.” You explained in full detail. “What about you?”
“Oh, yeah. Well, I got bit by a radioactive spider that was being experimented on in a lab, then I had a short-lived wrestling career, then my uncle who raised me died and I became Spider-Man.” He smiled and your jaw dropped.
“Holy shit, are you okay?” You asked.
“Oh, yeah, I’m good.” He admitted as you guys recieved your food. “So, anything else I should know about you?”
“I dunno.” You shrugged. “I like Star Wars.” You told him.
“Me too!” Peter exclaimed.
“No, you don’t. My dad told me Spider-Man called AT-AT’s ‘walking-thingies.’” You shook your head and laughed at the thought of that.
“Okay, so I’m not a huge fan, but our next date can be a Star Wars marathon?” Peter proposed.
“Yes!” You agreed a bit too enthusiastically. Peter smiled and the waitress brought an ice cream sundae with two spoons to the table.
“It’s on the house.” She told you two with a wink.
“Looks like we’re sharing.” You grabbed a spoon and got to work. Peter got chocolate all over his chin. He was kind of a messy eater. “You’ve got a little something...” You grabbed a napkin and wiped his chin clean.
“Thanks.” Peter picked his spoon up and moved it towards you. “Have you tried any of the brownie yet?” You took a bite of what he offered.
“Wow, that’s amazing.” You spoke through your mouthful.
“I hate to brag, but I make a pretty mean batch of brownies.” Peter bragged.
“You’re gonna have to prove it, Pete.” You wiped your face off and cleaned up your spot a bit. “You ready to get back to the Compound?”
“Yeah, yeah, let’s get going.” Peter left some cash on the table to pay the bill and walked you out to the car. The car ride back was filled with jokes and even more stories about your super-adventures. “So, you’re telling me that the first time you shrank, you cried?”
“Yes! Dude, it was an emotional experience. I’m telling you, I was not prepared for something so cool.” You defended yourself. “Now tell me something embarrassing about your powers.”
“I got stuck to a bathroom stall at school and they thought I was skipping class so they sent an aide and I was crying out of fear.” He admitted with pity in his voice.
“Oh, my god. That’s awful.” You giggled and grabbed his hand. “Have you recovered yet?”
“No, unfortunately not, but the handholding sure does help.” Peter squeezed your hand tighter.
“I’m glad.” You smugly replied and closed your eyes to listen to the music. You were kind of exhausted from traveling, so you knew you’d pass out the moment you hit your bed. Soon, you arrived at the Compound and Peter kissed your cheek to get you up.
“We’re hoooome.” He said in a singsong voice as your eyes fluttered open. “Sorry, that was weird.” He apologized, but you grabbed his face and pulled him in for a long kiss. More like a brief makeout, but potato, poe-tah-toe.
“You’re really cute, you know?”
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hey so this is gonna be a long-ish one. ive decided its been far too long since i did a session, and we did so many i can often forget what happened. i started in july and im pretty sure its been more than half a year now since this whole blog happened. and in that time, we’ve gone through 88 sessions and i want to know if i remember the relevant plot points and what we got up to in the last few sessions. a refresh/reminder if you would.
so i hereby commence my own little recap of act 5 because yeah no, its too much to do a recap of everything and i have andrew for that after every few acts. but i wanna refresh my mind on act 5 for now. so here we go.
1. alternia.. fucked up place. but its a place the trolls live on so what are we gonna do about it? overthrow the government? seems about right, lets do that with the next troll that gets introduced and if its not kanaya idk what andrew is doing by not having introduced the best troll yet. why the long wait? it was the second introduced? i honestly expected it to go in order when i first read act 5, because first we had karkat talk to jade which was the first new piece dialogue in the comic besides the main kids, but then we had kanaya with rose, which was followed by tavros, then terezi (iirc). so id assume we were following that order but nope karkat got fully introduced, then this random fucking juggalo called gamzee made its way into the comic. imagine my surprise.
2. theres been terminology throughout act 5, that i do not fucking know and will not remember and probably never will. like tf is a perigee again? i made a doc somewhere ill probably find it.
3. karkat’s introduction... short but very sweet. and by sweet i mean we got to know the depths of the angry edge lord. and by depths i mean karkat got angry at gamzee for typing in a way that he didnt like so he yapped like a chihuahua. nah, but seriously, i do like karkat tho, hes growing on me but only bc hes a bitch baby and his whole personality makes me want to mock him so thats the reason im not that annoyed and think hes funny, and the most harmless troll. even more so than tavros. and thats saying something. 7.5/10 bc im generous.
4. then gamzee... the high juggalo troll who has the worst typing quirk imo, i cannot for the life of me read it. but hes chill, i actually really like gamzee. hes funny and the least problematic as of right now. 8.5/10.
5. terezi’s introduction next i think. she likes playing as a lawyer with her stuffed dragons, ie by roleplay, shes blind, can see through licking, and she likes eating chalk, maybe its even nutritious. shes good. 9/10.
6. uhh in the process of these intros, there are teams being made? karkat joins gamzee and terezi in, i THINK, the red team?? bc terezi likes red?? could be wrong, i dont remember the teams except that its red/blue to represent sollux’s duality in those colors. terezi then tries recruiting AC but AC is like lol sorry i have to ask this friend of mine who has authority over me for some goddamn reason and terezi goes yuck tf i hate that guy................... yeah thats all we have on the teams. pretty sure sollux had smth to do with karkat about the making of the leaders, and they did the “i hate me” and the “no i hate me more than u hate u” or whatever the fuck that was. they got embarrassed afterwards and deleted their messages. im pretty sure they have no messages because everything ends up being mutually deleted so their logs are actually empty. ngl, kinda enjoyed their convos, made me appreciate their characters. i hope we get more because its good content. i also dont know what order this whole thing is in, who contacted who first? couldnt tell you. ill remember later on. and since im basing this off from memory alone, gotta deal with what i remember. uhhhh so yeah. we havent met all characters yet so the teams have not been officially decided but we got the bases, which is that.
7. god i found it, and the only thing im looking at right now is the terminology list i made and what the fuck?? what the fuck?? you miss a few weeks and suddenly the word nubslurping comes up and you forget what the fuck youre reading.
8. im PRETTY SURE aradia is seen after that whole team fiasco?? or its sollux... maybe. wait. its sollux, right. i just knew someone gets introduced mid way through is all. actually, someone gets introduced after every 20 pages. i have no idea. but ik aradia and sollux go hand in hand.
9. oh shit. OH SHIT! RIGHT! I REMEMBER! so this occurs in the latest session i did, and not the beginning of act 5, but AG and aradia team up, right?? and sollux fucking gets manipulated by them and ??? idk??? they make him find the game, reprogram it and then make him believe its going to end the world (which in hindsight is true, but anyways) so he refuses to play it which was AG’s plan all along so she steps up and becomes leader in his place. but aradia says sollux will still play the game no matter what, but she never went through with the plan for AG but it was apart of a prophecy? that sollux wouldnt be the leader at all? that he’d still play? but it had to go according to plan so it could succeed??? we just dont know why yet. anyways, point being, she still cares for sollux since she did it for him rather than for AG. and thats what i recall. god tf i forgot about that whole drama until writing down “sollux and aradia go hand in hand” which gave me violent flashbacks to the memory.
10. oh and id give aradia 9/10 and sollux 7/10. i do like sollux but if i put him higher than karkat, id get crucified. so im keeping them around the same.
11. man i really like sollux and aradia tho, i may have put him at 7, but i really like their dynamic and i really hope they make up and aradia explains herself about AG. because from one side it looks shitty. and while sollux is rude and never makes up his mind, he apologized to aradia after going off, and that was the only time ive seen him be sincere, so im pretty sure he cares for her to some extent. and i think its somewhat mutual? considering the whole “did it for him” thing. man, i see potential because i actually like both their characters. theyre well written. may not have the best personalities, but i appreciate well written characters and homestuck has the best ones ive seen in a while.
12. oh shit, hell yeah, the more i write, the more im connecting the dots and remembering. however, the more i write, the more i want to just make an analogy post but thats not for now. jesus christ its not all about analogies, mack, this is a recap. but.. how does andrew do it? to not go off track??? hard. telling ya.
13. anyways, didnt we break the fourth wall at some point and have the demon gods or whatever the fuck speak to us in third person for the first time in the comic, after having only gone into second person narrative, right after we were introduced to sollux and his “virus”? the uh, the phrase “the demon was already here” was said, or something along those lines. first line in homestuck to give me the creeps ngl and i appreciate it bc it gives me motivation to know what the fuck its about. its cool bc you have no idea where its going and it sure doesnt have anything to do with the current plot, since the trolls’ session/game doesnt have fucking demons so im curious as to what the fuck that was about. and if i really have to make a theory, i feel it has something to do with aradia’s voices in her head which also connect to the gods rose heard when she started disregarding rules and told dave to look at derse without listening to music bc it was as if he was purposely blocking away their calls. like holy shit, that gave me the shivers. while i do want to know more about wtf happens after act 4, trolls are taking priority right now. just like we did with the intermission. no discussing the kids unless necessary. treat this as its own separate comic. and THEN we can connect.
14. ANYWAYS, tavros’ intro???? that comes afterwards?? with the fiduspawn that made me gag a little on the inside? yep. remember that. fuck that lol. -1/10 but tavros himself is MAYBE a 6/10? i wish we explored his character more in his intro bc right now he just looks like a character made only to be a victim rather than have any depth and i feel thats robbing someone of their full potential. give me more personality andrew, rather than a quivering boy who falls prey to bitches. im expecting more throughout the comic honestly and i hope he gets growth so hes not looked as a “victim” but rather his own character. he is still sweet, and i like him because i want to protect him, but id rather have more info, you know what i mean?
15. oh hell. kanaya had a chainsaw at some point. that made me happy. and didnt she cut off tavros’ legs?? and he got robot ones? and some creepy dude was looking and we called him saggy tits bc hes sagittarius? right? neat. that did happen. pretty sure saggy tits is ACs friend that tells her what to do. the more u know. OH and they all have colored blood similar to their text colors lol. that i remember... so tavros has brown, terezi has blueish green, um. karkat has grey the loser. and apparently it forms a rainbow which is nice. rainbow is good.
16. i dont remember anything else actually
17. wait no i do. AG appeared. shes a petty bully. idk what to say about her. we didnt get that much, except that she hates tavros but is okay with aradia. she also looks like a bottle opener. actually, i think she teamed with aradia to gain leadership rather than to “be friends”. and while that is similar to how karkat did it, meaning the gain, the motivation and how they earned it is entirely different. kinda seeing a trend tho. the leaders of the red/blue teams are both characters who wanted the role, but never had it to begin with. only to win their way into the position. but rather than ask non-stop like karkat did, AG manipulated others so she could be successful. not too sure if she also used aradia for that, or is actually motivated to become friends since they were “past enemies” and she needed a rebound. pretty sure its somewhat both. while AG did mostly use aradia to speak with sollux, what she doesnt know is that aradia is a bad bitch who never even thought about AG and only followed through with the plan bc she had a plan of her own. i guess we’ll look into that later. i lowkey want to know their history.
18. OH AC!!! she appeared for a second as well. love her. shes amazing. 9.5/10. and you may ask yourself, why am i saying “i love this character” but none of them are 10/10?? weellllll its because, and i cant stress this enough, 10/10 belongs to kanaya, i dont make the rules. im waiting for her introduction, shes my favorite and its obvious. sorry.
19. oh huh seems i forgot about the term “lusus”. which.. is.. their parents but not really, its these fucking weird ass creatures that the trolls fought in a cave or something as a child. i dont fucking know. terezi hatched hers and it died? gamzee’s also died but his goat sea dad was never really there to begin with so while it is sad, its more sad that gamzee never saw him? um.. karkat killed his own by exploding his computer bc sollux said dont run the virus and karkat said u cant tell me what to do and did it anyways. so thats on him. but apparently theyre supposed to die, to become prototyped during the game, right? yeah. i remember now.
20. thats.. about it? idk anything else, nothing is coming back to me apart from the shit above. huh.... im surprised how quickly things do come back to you the moment you rant about the plot tho.... handy trick.
cool. neat. fun. this took me too long. but im glad i remember a little bit.
#i wanted to catch u all up on this#but ill most likely do a liveblog tmr bc i was bust today unfortunately apart from writing this out#bc this took priority for better understanding where i am rn#maaaannnn#writing wears me out#i love it#but its tiring the fucking bitch#so im in need for deep sleep#wish i could do more smh#welll#goodnight :)
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