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MAKE ME PROUD
word count — 1351
summary — you decide to surprise your girlfriend on her birthday by flying to see her play in the wnba for the first time
pairing — kate martin x fem!reader
warnings — nothing really besides fluff!
bri yaps — in honor of my best girls birthday is a present to all my kate martin lovers out there. also this is probably ass… i made it at 1 am with no motivation
Your palms were sweaty and your nerves were shot through the roof. You’d have had this trip planned since the beginning of the season due to your busy schedule back at home and the inability to take off from work, which Kate understood and was never upset by but you knew deep down she wanted her number one supporter to be in the stands cheering her on. So you decided as a partial birthday gift that you’d show up to a game without her knowing—a complete surprise to her.
You remembered that the last time you got to spend true time with her was before and after the WNBA draft. You two plus Gabbie, Jada, and Caitlin had all gone exploring around NYC and seen a bunch of landmarks before appearing on SNL with Caitlin, which had been a cool experience for all of you. Then getting to see her be drafted to the back-to-back champs and hard-launching your relationship on national television in the truest and purest way. After that, you two had to spend a day together as a final ‘goodbye’ that included dinner and lounging the day away while also getting her packed up for the trip to Vegas.
Another bonus for you in this situation was that her teammates had taken a liking to her and protected her as their own—their rookie. So when you shared the idea with her fellow teammates Alysha Clark and A’ja Wilson, they were quick to jump on board and help you. You’d been pacing back and forth in your hotel room for some time and texted Kate as you normally would but it startled her when you turned off your location the day prior, she never asked why but questioned to herself what you were up to.
You decided to get dressed. The outfit spread out on the chair was a black and silver Kate Martin jersey, a black short sleeve underneath, and a pair of black shorts. Your phone started to ring, and Kate’s contact popped up along with your personal favorite photo of her with her nephew Carson.
“Hi baby!” She greeted you cheerfully over the phone when you answered. Your giggle sounded through the speakers and you knew she had a bright smile on her face.
“Hey K, I thought you’d be practicing by now.” You questioned it as you heard balls being thrown in the background when they’d slam against the court.
“Snuck away to call you. I was wondering what you were up to.” Her tone was suspicious, but you decided to wave it off and answer in the best way you could.
“Nothing really. Work was pretty tiring, so I might eat and head to bed earlier than usual.” You sighed out, and she paused for a moment on the other end before you heard her shuffling.
“Well, I wish you were here! I miss you too much.” She admits with a chuckle at the end which makes your heart swell a bit. All you wanted was to say that you were here and jump into her arms, then never let go but unfortunately you wanted this to be a surprise. “The best birthday gift would be you.”
“I know, honey, I know. I love you.” You say and decide to finish up the call so you can head out. You grabbed your keys and left the dingy hotel room to drive to the arena where the game was being held, it was Aces vs. Wings and had been sold out for a while. It wasn’t a long drive and only lasted about ten minutes, but parking took longer than that. As you entered the arena and found your seat right behind the Aces bench, Alysha found you and waved lowly so you wouldn’t be found out so soon.
The game would start soon enough, and Kate still hadn’t spotted you in the many faces, but it didn’t bother you much because you were able to watch her come off the bench and earn meaningful minutes with an already well established group. She found her place and showed what she was good at, whether it was on defense or offense. Since it was an away game, she was in the white jersey that you preferred over the black. She had retired her signature braid and opted for a ponytail. Once in a while, you would get up out of your seat to cheer her on and yell out her name.
The fourth quarter was rowdy, and it had become a close game between the two teams. It was in the Aces possession, and Jackie was trying to run the time out while they still had the ball. She passed it to Kelsey, who then passed it to A’ja. Your leg bounced up and down as Kate was open in the corner, and A’ja shot the ball down to Kate. In the last seconds, as the buzzer sounded, she shot it and made the three which helped her team secure the lead even further and you guys won the game. You jumped up out of your seat and celebrated amongst the people in your row, shouting, “That’s my girl!”
Many people started making their way out of the arena, and some stopped on the court to talk to the players including Kate, who had a line. A sense of pride overwhelmed you while you watched her interact with everyone. It was clear how much she was loved and respected by the Aces fans. You walked behind a crowd of people to where Kate was and watched Syd, KB, and Alysha pull their phones out to record the moment. You slowly tapped on her shoulder, causing her to quickly turn around. She tried to register for a moment and process before her jaw slacked open.
“Happy birthday, baby!” You greet her and wrap your arms around her neck. Her arms immediately fall to your waist, and she lifts you up and spins you around the court. Laughs and giggles were heard from her teammates, and the fans were still watching the two of you with the biggest smile on their faces. “Alright, I’m getting a little dizzy here.” You say jokingly, but she does listen and puts you down, still burying her face into your next and tightly hugging you. Being in her arms just felt like you were right at home, and you never wanted to let go in fear of losing this moment forever.
“You don’t know how happy I am to see you.” She whispers softly into your ear and it sends butterflies to your stomach.
“Better than glitchy facetime calls.” You joke, and she lets out a snort which causes you to giggle. She finally lifts her head to get a good look at you, her eyes were the deepest blue you’d ever seen them be, and her lips were curled into a bright smile that you could never get tired of. Finally, you decide to close the gap between the two of you and press your lips against hers, the kiss being delicate and sweet as your fingertips rest against her cheek before you pull back and she gently rubs your hips for a second.
“God, you’re so perfect.” She pinches your side before interlocking her hand with yours and leading you into the team’s tunnel. You relished in the moment with her and completely forgot about everything else as you two talked about the excitement of the game, what she did to celebrate with the team for her birthday, and what the two of you would do before you had to go back home.
You watched her silently as she shared her experiences and stories so far from her month in Vegas. Memories flooded through you, and this reminded you why it was all worth it—you got to watch your girlfriend live out her dreams. With a contended sigh, you stood on your tiptoes to give her a kiss on the cheek before she had to go into the locker room to change.
“Kate Martin, you’ll be the death of me.”
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STAR BOY— NANAMI KENTO X READER: CHAPTER 01.
౨ৎ synopsis: nanami kento is finally dragged out to a bar by his work colleague, satoru. against his better judgment he ends up drinking, and finds himself spending the night with a pretty girl. he can’t seem to stop thinking about her, or if he’ll ever see her again. turns out she’s closer than he thought….
౨ৎ content: workplace au, colleagues to lovers, slight age gap, gojo is a shit stirrer, suggestive themes, alcohol consumption, pushing the agenda that nanami can dance
౨ৎ chapter summary: after a messy breakup with your boyfriend, but landing a new job, your friends decide to both cheer you up and celebrate at a bar.
nanami kento was exhausted. it was bad enough that he was constantly drowning in work, not to mention the overtime, but he also had to endure his work colleague, satoru (if you asked, satoru would be adamant they were best friends.)
every single weekend, without fail, the white-haired man would beg him to come to a bar with him to drink. and every single weekend, nanami would refuse.
so why was it that nanami was sat on a barstool in the corner of a bustling club?
“come on, nanamin!! i finally convinced you to come here with me, you can’t sulk by yourself here.” satoru whined, as nanami realised he did often a long time ago.
“i agreed i would attend just this once, that doesn’t mean i’m going to make a fool of myself which no doubt you will be doing tonight.” the stoic man answered with a coldness that satoru wasn’t unfamiliar with.
“you’re such an old man, nanamin. i swear that wrinkle on your forehead gets bigger every time we hang out-”
“do you forget that you are older than me?” nanami rubbed his temples. the regret of agreeing to this outing was bringing on a headache.
“nuh uh. we’re basically the same age.”
“you’re an insolent child.” nanami sighed, and ordered a glass of whiskey. maybe that would soothe his ache– or drown out the 30 year old man child in front of him.
“fine, while you drown in that glass, i’m gonna find me a woman. enjoy your loneliness!” satoru sped off in the direction of the crowd, leaving nanami by himself.
life has a way of making things turn out how they’re supposed to. you had just broken up with your boyfriend of 2 years after finding him cheating… and then the next day you were rewarded by finding out your application to a job was accepted. a career in literature was something you had wanted for a while, and working at the Kaisen Company was everything you wanted and more. it definitely took your mind off your pathetic excuse of an ex boyfriend.
but your friends’ plans for the night were the best remedy of all.
you were in the middle of the packed dance floor, ice cold cocktail in your hand. it had been a considerable amount of time since you last went out dancing with your friends; your ‘insecure’ ex boyfriend didn’t want you going out and cheating on him– how ironic.
regardless, tonight wasn’t about him. it was about your exciting new job as a publishing and marketing assistant, and being free to have as much alcohol as you wanted before you started on monday.
“are you having fun?” your best friend nobara shouted in your direction over the noise of the crowd.
“tons. thank you for taking me out tonight, you two.” you smiled, sipping your drink.
“well we had to celebrate. it’s not every day a woman gets to escape the clutches of an evil toad.” your other friend maki joked. she’d never liked your ex.
you’d met maki and nobara when you started your old job. nobara was four years younger than you at 20, with maki a year older than her, but you were so close and you were sad the three of you were no longer going to be working together.
“speaking of, do you think you’ll end up with anyone tonight? anyone here would be a serious improvement.” nobara asked you.
“unless i meet the perfect man in here, i think i’m gonna pass on the male species altogether for a while.” you considered dating an older man the next time around, hopefully the maturity level would increase slightly.
“who needs men anyway, me and nobara are way cooler than any guy on earth.” maki swung her arm around the both of you and you giggled.
“you’re right. who could possibly be perfect in a place like this?”
nanami was at the end of his fourth drink of the night. every now and then he would turn his head to find satoru being incessantly irritating with some woman, to which he would roll his eyes. it amazed him how any woman would even be attracted to him in the first place.
maybe women liked a man who was boyish and grabs everyone’s attention. that could be why nanami never seems to get very far with women. he couldn’t even remember the last time he was in a relationship, never mind been interested in a woman.
truthfully he wasn’t social enough to meet anyone.
“could i get another-” “can i please get-”
before nanami could order his fifth glass of whiskey, someone else had ran up to the bar to get another drink.
he peered over at the woman next to him. there you stood, wide eyed like a stunned deer which completely contrasted with your outfit. you couldn’t have been older than 25, he thought, and his eyes couldn’t help but wander over you.
nanami made a mental note not to drink much anymore.
“sorry, you were ordering first.” you smiled politely at the lonely man at the bar. he was handsome, which was certainly an understatement, and his hair was sort of wild and untamed. you took a quick glance at his clothes; a crisp white shirt paired with some black pants, and you came to the conclusion he didn’t come to bars often.
“no, you go ahead, i’m starting to think i should stop ordering myself alcohol.” the man gestured to the bartender who began making your drink as you waited.
“i hope you don’t take offence, but why come to a place like this if you don’t want to drink?” you took it upon yourself to sit down at the stool next to him.
“you see that tall idiot over there, dancing behind that woman?” he pointed over at a man with bright, white hair, “he’s a work colleague, and he dragged me here.”
you smiled at his honesty, it was refreshing.
“what brings you here?” he questioned, his body turning slightly to face you.
“i’m here with my friends, we’re celebrating my new job.” you tactically omitted the drama of your love life. no stranger needs to hear that.
“congratulations, i hope it goes well for you. my name is nanami kento…” nanami held out a hand for you to shake, waiting for you to introduce yourself.
you told him your name, and took his hand in yours, shaking it firmly.
just as you let go of his hand, the bartender comes back over to you with your cocktail.
“so, tell me about your job. do you hate all of your colleagues or just the so-called tall idiot?” you joked, and nanami let out an airy laugh.
“satoru and i knew each other before we started working together. we were in the same high school, and he won’t let me escape him 15 years later.” he explained, but one detail stuck out to you.
“wait– you’re in your 30’s? but you look so young…” you spoke incredulously.
“i am taking that as a compliment, just so you know.” nanami smiled.
“good, because it was supposed to be one.” you didn’t miss the way he cleared his throat and shifted in his seat. you weren’t stupid, you could see this man was absolutely attractive, and he seemed to be a real gentleman. it made you want to rile him up.
“hey, this might be forward, but do you maybe want to dance with me? i haven’t seen my friends in a while and i’m enjoying your company.” you asked him.
“i wouldn’t be opposed to that, but i don’t really dance…” he held his hands up defensively.
“then it’s a perfect time for me to teach you. come on, nanami.” you grabbed his hands and pulled him up from his seat.
following behind you to the dance floor, nanami took a glance around to see if satoru was lurking. he would be mortified if he were to see this.
once you had led him far enough into the crowd, you faced the man. you underestimated how tall he was when you were sat on the barstools, but it was just another reason as to why he was so attractive.
“okay, put your hands right here,” you slowly moved his hands to the sides of your waist, noting how large they were before resting yours on his arms.
“now you just feel the music.” you swayed your hips to the upbeat song blaring from the speakers, all the while nanami watched.
“you’re not a very good teacher.” he chuckled, but his soft voice made it hard for you to hear him.
“what did you say? it’s too loud for me to hear.” you shouted, standing on tiptoes to get closer to his height.
“i said you’re not a very good teacher.” he repeated himself, getting a whiff of the scent of your hair.
“hey! i told you to feel the music, you’d think they were playing some sad ballad.” you laughed at him before standing back down on your feet.
“maybe i’m too old for this.” his hands squeezed at your waist.
“you just need to move your lower body a little.” nanami took your advice and started to move his hips with yours. your eyes never left his as you danced together, and he finally began to let loose. can’t dance, my ass.
as the seconds passed, your bodies got closer and closer, until you were practically pressed against him. you felt the vibrations from his chest indicating he was speaking to you, but once again his voice was lost.
“could you say that again?” you leaned back slightly to look at him.
you assumed you were going to stand on tiptoes again, but instead he leaned down to you, next to the shell of your ear.
“i said you’re beautiful.”
not what you were expecting.
nanami pulled his head away from your ear to face you, but found himself leaning in once again to press his lips to yours.
what started out slow and methodical quickly turned into a heated dance of tongues and hands.
you felt his thumbs caressing your sides as he closed the small gap between your bodies. lifting one of your hands to the back of his head, your fingers threaded in the strands of his hair, and tugged gently. nanami sighed into your mouth, pulling you impossibly closer.
you were so caught up in the moment with him that neither of you noticed a white-haired man heading towards you.
“my, my, my,” satoru interrupted, causing nanami to break away from your lips and let out a huff of indignation, “i leave my good friend alone for five minutes and this is what he gets up to?”
you hold in a laugh at nanami’s face of disgust.
“we haven’t met yet, but i’m sure nanamin’s tongue can introduce me.” you could see why a man like nanami would find him so idiotic, but it was entertaining to say the least.
“i’m going to try my best to ignore what you’ve just said for the sake of my embarrassment. please leave.” nanami pinches the bridge of his nose, meanwhile satoru completely ignores him.
“my name is gojo satoru, but you can just call me toru.” he grins cheekily.
“it’s great to meet you, gojo.”
“ouch, i’m wounded. it’s bad enough that nanamin here calls me by my last name when we’ve known each other for so long.” satoru places a hand on his heart dramatically. it truly surprises you that the two of them are friends when they’re complete opposites.
they sort of reminded you of itadori and megumi, two of your friends from your old job.
“hey, we were just looking for you!” you heard nobara from behind you, with maki beside her.
“oh hey, this is nanami, and his weird friend gojo.” you gestured to the two of them.
“i can’t believe you just called me weird. i thought we were closer than that.” satoru gasped.
“she met you 30 seconds ago.” nanami spat, still scowling like he was as soon as satoru arrived.
“so did you, but you don’t see me giving her mouth to mouth!” he ruffled nanami’s hair, and you pursed your lips, glancing at your friends who raised their eyebrows at you.
“you’re lucky you are somewhat capable at your job or i’d be emailing HR with a lengthy paragraph of your degeneracy.”
“wow, you did a lot while we were gone.” maki side eyed you, and you nudged her with your elbow.
“didn’t you say you weren’t going to-” nobara began but you cut her off.
“i said nothing.” you widened your eyes at her hoping she’d get the hint.
thankfully she did, but satoru certainly did not.
“wait, she wasn’t going to what? tell me, tell me!” he bounced over to nobara, who just looked him with a deadpanned expression.
“stop embarrassing yourself, gojo.” nanami dragged him away by the arm.
“well actually, she said–” you quickly covered maki’s mouth before she could speak and pushed both of her loudmouth friends so they couldn’t say a word.
“i didn’t say a thing! we have to go, see you later!” you scurried away from the two men.
“wait,” nanami called your name, but you were too far to hear him.
damn this loud music.
౨ৎ…
it was the beginning of the week, and nanami had spent the last two days thinking about the woman he met at the bar. you occupied his mind even as he made his commute to work; the smell of the shampoo in your hair, the jokes you so easily made and the effortless way you got a man like him onto the dance floor.
but thanks to satoru, you had left without giving him any way to contact you. he wondered if he may never see you again.
as the elevator reached the floor of your new workspace, you felt nervousness hit the pit of your stomach. what if you weren’t any good at your job? what if no one liked you and you couldn’t make any new friends? even though there was a low chance of these things happening, the thought still crossed your mind.
then you thought back to your weekend. you had a great night with a stranger, and stupidly forgot to ask for his number. it was unlikely you’d see him again too, seeing as he didn’t go to bars. it was a shame, but you supposed if it was meant to be, things would have turned out differently. or at least that’s what you were telling yourself.
walking through the bullpen of desks, you felt people staring at you. it made sense, they’d never seen you before, but it only added to your nerves.
“hello, it’s my first day today and i was instructed to introduce myself to the publishing and marketing manager.” you walked up to the first person you saw standing, a woman with dark brown hair and tired looking eyes.
“oh yeah, i heard we were getting a new member today. you’re a little early so you can just wait in his office. i’m gonna go for a smoke before he gets here so just let yourself in, it’s through that door up there.” the woman pointed to an office behind you.
“thank you!” you bowed politely and headed for the door.
once you entered the room, you immediately noted the lack of decoration. it was quite a bare office, the only interesting thing about it was the large oak bookshelf at the back of the room. out of curiosity you decided to look at the collection of books there.
nanami exited the elevator, exactly on time just as he did every morning. he figured if he was on time for every shift, he’d have less overtime.
“morning, mr. nanami!” one of the staff greeted him.
“good morning.” despite the ungodly amount of workload he had to tackle, nanami did enjoy working with every one of his colleagues (with the exception of satoru, of course. he thanked every god he could think of that he was in a different department.)
“oh, hey nanami.” shoko held a hand up, closing the door of the smoking room.
“you’re smoking again? at 9 in the morning?” nanami sighed, he’d known shoko as long as he’d known satoru.
“old habits never die. by the way, the new starter arrived about 10 minutes ago, i sent her into your office.”
ah, yes. he’d almost forgot there was another colleague joining his team.
“thank you.” nanami walked swiftly to his office door, and through the window he could see a woman taking a look at his bookshelf.
he turned the doorknob and entered his office to greet her, “good morning, you must be the new–”
as the woman turned around, he realised it was the same woman who had been living in his mind all weekend.
“nanami?”
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authors note: thanks for reading my first chapter of STAR BOY! i apologise in advance for future updates, because there’s a high chance it will take me a while in between chapters. i sincerely hope you can ignore my mediocre writing.
i’m trying to figure out which characters from the anime/ manga to include, because i don’t think i’ll include all of them. there will definitely be more than i have introduced so far though.
see you in the next chapter!
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◇ Things that make his heart melt ◇
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🌿 Warning: Spoilers 🌿
🪷 [ It wasn't in my plans before, but I really want to comfort these boys ]
🪷 [ Cuties, I see your requests and don't forget about them. I'm going through a little stressful period right now, so it may take a little longer than I wanted, but I'm already working on it ]
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ㅡ Suo, Sakura, Umemiya
Suo
Sincere care for him
Everyone knows that Suo is strong in every sense. He is also smart, restrained, independent and confident.
It is not uncommon for people to admit such thoughts in his direction as 《 He is strong/smart/hardy, he will cope 》, waving away unnecessary worries.
But not you. You've never neglected it and it came from the heart. You knew that Suo was far from weak and admitted it, but it never affected the level of your concern for him. Yes, he is, but this does not mean that you can take less care of him, referring to the fact that he can do it himself.
Strong people can take care of the difficulties outside and also take care of themselves. But if they can, it doesn't mean that it's easy for them.
You always paid attention to his comfort in one situation or another, did some small and inconspicuous things that actually made a big difference.
Starting from the way you imperceptibly put a cooling compress in his furin jacket pocket before patrolling on a hot day or a a small pocket warmer in winter, and ending with silent hugs at the right moment to maintain peace in his soul.
It wasn't just a superficial concern, it was about his feelings.
At first, he somehow automatically shielded himself from it, it was his defense mechanism. He didn't want to admit that he needed it in any way, he didn't want you to think that he had at least some weaknesses to know the truth.
However, time and your perseverance have done their job. Over time, Suo began to accept your truly deep concern, letting it into his heart and passing through it.
And believe me, it made his heart blossom.
Sakura
Listening and hearing
Sakura, as a person who has spent his whole life alone, is not used to conducting dialogues and generally having any long-term relationships with people.
That's why, when he first caught himself telling you about some hobby of his with a desire, and at that time you were really listening attentively to him, he felt this terribly strong and strange feeling in his chest.
Of course, at the same moment he fell into a stupor, and then he got angry because he was confused. You still don't understand why he abruptly stopped talking, flushed red in annoyance, and then abruptly said goodbye and ran away.
Poor boy, for him, these feelings seem especially strong. Because it was the first time for him.
You knew it was very difficult for Sakura to open up to people. That's why, when he started sharing his thoughts with you or telling you something, you immediately put all the worries in your head aside and focused on Sakura.
You wanted him to feel heard so that he would understand that you want to hear and listen to him
And it was at such moments that the young man's heart seemed to melt like ice under the warm rays of the spring sun.
God, you really make this boy happy.
Umemiya
Special intimate moments between you
When you are alone, he's lying on your lap, and you're stroking his head.
It is this moment that permeates Hajime's heart and soul with sparkling threads that touch his most sensitive and vulnerable points.
At this moment, he feels as if he is transported back to childhood, when he was still a carefree, happy, beloved little boy, surrounded by family love and a sense of childish lightness.
Once he had lost this happiness, these incredible sensations, but now he had found them again. In a different form, but the same happiness.
He is lying on your lap, and your fingers are tangled in his white hair while you stroke him and at this moment Umemiya feels this warmth again, he is sincerely loved again, he is again childishly carefree and happy, he is home again.
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(18+ somewhere randomly near the end bc my pussy took over) it is currently 2:57am and while i was writing an upcoming fic, i suddenly thought of nanami, as your underclassman at jujutsu high... not proofread (possibly incoherent) i am sorry i finished at 5am
he's two years younger than you, but he's been enamoured by you since he spoke to you back when he was sixteen on your eighteenth birthday, hosted at gojo's condo.
almost everyone was drunk, courtesy of shoko managing to get her hands on bottles of tequila and vodka. you were barely tispy, finding a completely sober nanami stuck to a wall with his eyebrows pulled together. he doesn't like it here. he wants to go home. but this is what being a teenager is like... right?
through flashing lights and loud music, you told him that cherishing your youth goes beyond what he's seeing before his eyes.
with you being a third year, he rarely saw you at the school. up close, he realizes how beautiful you are and that your perfume suits you so well.
"being a child is just fine," you say, as if you aren't only two years older. "you have your whole life to experience partying."
you end up outside on the balcony, talking all night about anything and everything.
and nanami learns, at sixteen, what uncontrollably clammy hands feel like, stuttering over simple words and the desperation for more of your presence.
since that night, he looks for you on campus when you are between missions. in the beginning, he couldn't find the courage to start conversation, but slowly, it starts to come to him easy.
over the years, he's seen you introduce your older boyfriends to your friends. he's also seen you get your heartbroken because the men that you chose to love were straight up losers.
what is he to do? clearly, you have a type and it's not him. although, he is confident he can treat you far better.
you like dark hair and tattoos, "manly" looking men but they don't even hold the door for you. what the hell is wrong with you? nanami swears, if he was yours, you'd never look back.
nanami is freshly nineteen, listening to you talk to shoko and utahime about how relationships are no longer worth your time. something inside of him feels disgusting because you're pouring your heart out and god, he just thinks you're so beautiful.
when he confesses to you for the first time, he is twenty-one and it's winter. it's been three years since your last relationship and you haven't pursued another since. he knows it's a long shot, but he goes for it anyways.
you smile, hand on his arm, "you deserve better than me, kento. but thank you, truly. i'm flattered you think of me so highly."
nanami raises a brow, "who doesn't?"
you're halfway into your door, smiling sadly. "you'd be surprised."
six months later, you're in cahoots with a horrible man and nanami thinks he's going to go bald early. why do you do this to yourself????
since his confession, he's tried to be mindful so he doesn't make you uncomfortable. but in the most friendship way possible, he tries to show you there are men (meaning: him, he is best fit for you) that are willingly to love you the way you deserve (him).
you, on the other hand, are biting your nails as far as you can, you cannot be catching feelings for nanami kento? you've never seen him in a romantic light, even after he confessed, but recently there has to be something poisonous in the air.
you blocked that douchebag two days ago because talking to him makes you feel disgusting. but you think you might unblock him to save nanami.
nanami cannot be yours, sure he's younger than you and you swore you would never date a younger man because they're so "immature", but nanami is a good... mature person. he is honest and hardworking, growing into his features and in turn, becoming more handsome as the years go by.
you'd be lying if you weren't jealous thinking about the woman that he would call his one day.
you think it's for the better. nanami cannot get caught up with your antics. he's really only seen the good sides and the thought of him seeing your bad sides makes you nauseous. he'd hate you, for sure. then what would you do?
but it doesn't matter, you don't even like him like that! but he's such a good friend you can't fathom the thought of ruining your friendship.
but what if he gets a girlfriend? you're pacing back and forth in your living room, obviously you can't be close with him anymore because that is just so suspicious.
oh my god. you're spiralling.
what do you do? you call nanami.
you tell him everything and more, that you're sorry, that you might be confused but your gut is telling you otherwise. you cry on the phone to him because you're at a loss and you feel so guilty.
nanami does not say a word or make a sound.
until, you hear a knock on your door through the phone and in real life.
"will you let me see you?" he asks, desperate. "i need to see you."
"you had me waiting for so long." he mutters, hips swinging into yours. he has you in a mating press, forehead pressed against yours. "am i making you feel good, beautiful? tell me."
you nod, legs quivering at his sides. "you're so good—i.. i think i'm gonna cum again!"
he shushes you, kissing you so deeply your mind goes blank. he starts thrusting harder and your mind is so mushy you can't even kiss him back. nanami groans, this can't be real. you feel so good that he might get addicted.
he can't let you go now that he's had a taste. he's not letting you go.
you love him. you told him in a panic over the phone.
you love him.
he needs you wholeheartedly and even though he had to wait almost eight years, he would gladly wait another eight years because if it's not you, it's no one. over the years he's loved you one-sidedly, he did a lot of thinking.
a silly high school crush ended up swallowing him whole. he was searching for you in all the blind dates gojo made him go on because gojo was convinced he was cooked and that you would not like him back.
so to see gojo's jaw dropping when you kissed nanami on the lips in the jujutsu tech courtyard, made his heart swell.
he was always yours.
you think that maybe, you've loved nanami for longer than you've thought.
"thanks for waiting for me." you breathe, "i'll make you happy."
nanami smiles, "you will always make me happy."
#is this ooc? pls let me know if you like... i kind of want to start a mini series on this i have so many thoughts#jujutsu kaisen imagines#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jjk x reader#jujutsu kaisen smut#jjk imagines#jujutsu kaisen fluff#nanami kento x reader#nanami imagines#nanami x reader#nanami fluff#nanami smut
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Shadow of Obsession | Spencer Reid x Reader
Part Five
Series summary: In which you find that love is an obsession that can quickly spiral out of control.
Also cross-posted on Wattpad and AO3. Link to my masterlist for everything else I’ve posted
Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five
*Content warning: description of sexual activity*
"I saw the glare of a hidden camera, right over there."
Spencer waits until he's sure that you're sleeping before he makes his way to the dining table. He spreads out all of the photos the stalker slipped under your door and wrote down all the details of the case. He's working under the dim light from the lamp, and he himself fights off sleep. Like he said, there is no length too great for you.
Thanks to his impeccable memory, he's able to recall when you wore each outfit depicted in the photos. He's sure that this will help him construct the timeline of when this all began. Of course, it'll likely only be a ballpark estimate, as it's likely it took the stalker some time to build his confidence.
With the clues laid out in front of him, his mind works to put the puzzle together. He rearranges the photos and clues, switching things out every so often. As he works his mind also begins trying to form a narrative that makes sense.
The photos have all been taken within the last two months. This tells Spencer either the stalker has built a lot of confidence really quickly, or this has been going on for a lot longer than anyone realized. His stomach churns at the thought of an unknown man lurking outside of your apartment, just waiting to catch a glimpse of you.
The thought also gives him a drive to work harder and to think faster. He paces around the table, looking over the photos and other evidence again and again, hoping that the answer jumps out at him.
The exhaustion weighs his eyelids down and as he paces he rubs his eyes constantly. He's afraid that if he stops moving he'll fall asleep on the spot. And he can't afford to do that. No, he has to stay up and figure this out once and for all. And he's confident that the answer is right in front of him somehow. There has to be enough clues here to point him in the right direction.
He has to do this. For you. He has to make sure you're safe. He has to be sure nobody is lurking in the shadows waiting for you. He has to be sure. For he cannot bear the thought of someone else even putting a finger on you.
A jolt of adrenaline courses through his veins with the thought. The idea of another man putting his hands on you is enough to keep him up for days. He wants to be the only one who has the privilege of feeling your touch. He wants to be the one who you come to when you're upset. He wants to be the only one.
And so he cannot rest until he knows he's the only one.
He finally comes to a stop and leans forward on the table, his hands tightly gripping each side to support himself. Spencer takes a closer look at each picture and dissects each one, for every photo tells a story in and of itself.
It isn't until the sun shines through the curtains that he realizes he's stayed up all night constructing what he believes is the correct timeline. With tired, yet careful, hands he packs everything up in order and leaves it on the table so he can remember to take it with him when he goes to work. You're still not permitted to return to the office, under Hotch's orders, but Spencer most certainly can present this to the team.
He isn't sure exactly what he's going to say, but he knows he's going to have to work hard to keep his anger at bay.
"Spence?" Your groggy voice surprises him out of his thoughts. He stands straighter and offers a small, soft smile.
"Good morning, did you sleep okay?" He asks you, and you nod after a yawn. You walk over to him and rub your eyes, and Spencer is sure he's never seen such a beautiful sight.
"Did you sleep at all?" You ask him, your eyes carefully looking over the finer details of his face. He feels a blush creep up his neck, and he knows there's no point in lying.
"No, I had something much more important to do." He says, licking his lips as his eyes glance between your eyes and your lips. He notices the crease between your eyebrows and he can almost guess what's going to come out of your mouth next.
"Spencer. You need sleep, you can't just function like this. Please, before you leave, get a few hours in. I'll call Hotch, he will understand." You say, already reaching for your phone. Your pointed look tells him that you're not going to take no for an answer.
And so he obeys your wishes, shuffling over to the familiar couch and tries to get comfortable. Truthfully, the couch is almost unbearable to sleep on, but he knows he would make it work every single time you asked him to.
———
The phone rings as you hold it to your ear. You chew anxiously on the skin inside of your cheek, hoping Hotch answers. Your eyes are trained on the back of the couch, where Spencer had laid down.
"Hotchner." Your supervisor's voice booms in your ear.
"Good morning, listen I have a little bit of a favor to ask." You keep your voice low, not wanting Spencer to hear the conversation.
"What is it?" You hear the curiosity in his voice and you can almost picture the slight squint of his eyes.
"Spencer stayed up all night long. And I mean all night. Any chance you could count that as on-duty time and let him have the day off?" You know it's really wishful thinking, but you're hoping you have enough of a justification. Hotch is silent on the other end and you're sure he's going to shoot down the idea.
"I can say he was with you as part of the security detail. Have either of you had any luck figuring things out?" You hear a door shut on the other end, and you know this conversation is now completely private. With a sigh, you answer.
"Maybe? I don't know what he found out last night, I made him get some rest. But I'm sure he'll explain it all to me soon. And I'm sure you'll be the next to know." You tell him, eyes glancing back to the couch.
"I'm counting on it. Be careful and see you soon." Hotch says before hanging up. Without another thought, you leave your phone on the table and make your way over to Spencer. You see his disheveled curls before the rest of him, and it reminds you to offer him a haircut. You had meant to offer one before, but then things got out of hand.
"Hey Spence." You whisper, not wanting to wake him as you go to stand in front of him. His sleepy eyes stare back into yours, the exhaustion finally hitting him.
"Hmm?" He hums, his lips ticking up in the softest of smiles.
"How about you get off this uncomfortable couch and go crawl into bed." You offer and hope it doesn't cross a line he's not willing to surpass. His eyebrows shoot up and he pushes himself up into a sitting position.
"No, no I can't invade your space like that." He keeps his voice soft and it melts your heart, his puppy eyes are just the cherry on top.
You cant help yourself and reach out to put a comforting hand on his shoulder. Feeling the tension in the muscle, your other hand find his other shoulder and you try to work out the stress. His eyes flutter shut as your hands relax the muscles under your fingertips.
"Come on." You whisper, beckoning him to stand from the couch. It must be his relaxed and sleepy state, but he stands without protest and lets you lead him to your room.
You sit him on the edge of the bed and your fingers undo the tie hanging loosely around his neck. His eyes are still heavy as he looks up at you, and you wrap your arms around his shoulders, bringing him close to you. Spencer's head rests on your chest, and you allow your fingers to weave their way into his curls, where you slowly scratch and massage his head.
Spencer wraps his arms around your waist and you wish you could live in this moment forever. The two of you remain just like this for what feels like a small eternity, one you don't want to end.
"I've got a change of clothes for you." You say before pressing a tender kiss to the top of his head. Reluctantly he lets you go over to your dresser, where you keep some clothes of his that he's left over the years.
He takes them and goes to the bathroom while you quickly work to straighten out the blankets and pillows for him. And it isn't long before he comes back into the room, looking much more comfortable than before. A smile finds its way onto your face as he goes back to your bed. He sets his old clothes on the night stand and yawns.
"Get some rest. Hotch said you have the rest of the day off." You keep your voice light. You rake your fingers through Spencer's hair once more before you turn to leave so he can get some much needed sleep.
The moment you turn around to leave, Spencer's hand is around your wrist, gently keeping you in place. You turn to look at him and your lips fall apart. Never before have you seen Spencer Reid look so at home than in this moment; it's almost as if he's belonged right here all this time.
"Stay with me." You aren't sure if it's a statement or a question, but either way you're at a loss for words. Tongue-tied and flustered, you feel your face grow warm.
"You need to get some rest, I'll just be right out there." You say, knowing full well you'd rather be right here next to him. The corner of his mouth turns up,
"Just so I know you're safe." He says, and it sounds like the most legitimate reason ever to stay. You nod your head, playing into the rationale.
"Just so you know I'm safe." You repeat his words and you walk around the bed and join him. And why shouldn't you take him up on the offer? After all, there's a crazed man out there looking for you.
Your heart races as you sit on the opposite side, and you feel like a teenager with a crush all over again. Spencer turns to face you and he pulls the covers back, inviting you inside the warmth with him. You hope he doesn't notice the tremble in your hands as you move or the pounding of your heart as you settle beside him.
Your bed is warm and inviting, and you find your face merely inches away from Spencer's. You stare into each other's eyes and he reaches for your hands under the blankets. You watch as he lazily blinks and intertwines your fingers together.
"Just so I know you're safe." He repeats.
"Right, just so you know I'm safe." You echo once again, moving closer to him, as if you two were magnets being drawn towards one another.
In this moment, the rest of the world has dissolved, disappeared into nothingness. All you can see is Spencer's eyes and the multitudes of depths held within. His skin is warm on yours, his comforting smell infiltrates your senses.
You rest your forehead against his, just barely, and fight the urge to grab his face and seal the deal. But it seems Spencer isn't able to control his urges as well. He untangles a hand from yours and trails it up your arm, leaving a path of goosebumps in his wake. His large hand moves up your shoulder and cups your jaw, his thumb stroking your cheekbone with careful tenderness.
With your free hand you reach up and place it on his jaw, mirroring his movements exactly. His skin is soft under your touch and you commit it to memory. You watch as his tongue wets his lower lip as he glances down at yours. Your heartbeat resounds in your ears, your skin is set ablaze by his touch.
You never want to forget this feeling of his skin on yours, his thumb caressing your face. You never want to smell anything other than him. And you most certainly never want to see anyone else in your bed. There's nobody you'd rather be with.
Even the thought of him sharing a moment like this with anyone else makes you sick to your stomach. You can't imagine his hands on anyone else, his smiles being for someone other than you. You know for a fact that jealousy would run hot in your veins if he went out of his way to comfort someone like he does for you. You want his affection all for yourself, you want all of his attention all the time.
It dawns on you in that moment, staring into his eyes, that you've fallen in love with your best friend.
And you simply can't stand not having his lips on yours any longer.
Gently, you guide his face towards yours and place your lips on his. His hand on your face holds you in place as he kisses you with passion. Your body feels like it's been set on fire, all you can feel is an all-consuming need for Spencer. The two of you kiss each other like your lives depend on it; everything you haven't said to one another becoming abundantly clear.
Spencer frees his other hand from yours and grabs your hip, pulling you closer to his body. A breathless gasp leaves your mouth as he kisses your cheek down to your jaw. The hand that's not on his face tightly grasps his shoulder as a ripple of pleasure shivers throughout your body.
His lips find the sensitive spot on your neck and you're unable to hold back the sound of pleasure you moan into his ear. The sound only seems to encourage him as his tongue swirls around the spot before gently sucking on it.
"Spencer." You airily say, your body involuntarily pressing against him.
"Hmm?" He hums in response. You take another shaky breath, uncertain about what you're even about to say, you just know you want him all over you.
"Please-" Your words are interrupted by a sharp knock on the door. And just like that, your own private little world crumbles around the two of you.
In an instant, your blood runs cold and your heart feels like it's going to stop. Spencer must see the fear written all over your face as he sits up, taking his warmth with him. He straightens his clothes and gets out of bed, ordering you to stay there. You comply without question, terrified to think who may be waiting on the other side.
As soon as Spencer goes to check the door, your eyes lock onto your night stand where you've been keeping your gun, just in case. You hold your breath when the door opens and hear Spencer talking to the other person.
———
Unknown POV
The moment I walk into work, I can tell something is wrong. Something in the air tells me that today is going to be a lot more complicated than I bargained for. I see it in my subordinate's eyes, the way he's seemingly stressed and anxious.
But I pretend that nothing is wrong, and don't let on that I know something is not quite right. Truthfully, the only thing on my mind is logging in and opening up the cameras.
It's been too long since I've seen her beautiful face on my screen. The new cameras that were installed were a Godsend; they let me see her in much more high quality, to the point where it seems I can almost feel how soft and smooth her skin is.
Once I sit down and log in, I pull up the sixth floor cameras. But she isn't there. No, her computer is turned off and none of her belongings are there. She wasn't scheduled for any time off, I just looked the other day.
My heart rate increases as I pull up the BAU timesheet. My eyes quickly scan the page and see that she's scheduled to be here. Closing the tab, I look around the department. But not only is she missing, it seems Spencer is gone as well.
My hands ball into tight fists as I try not to punch a hole in the desk. Why aren't they here? They're both scheduled to be here, so they should be here. There's no good reason why the two of them are gone at the same time for no apparent reason.
But what if she's in some sort of trouble? If she's in trouble I need to be there for her, I have to be there for her. I close out of the camera system and begin formulating an excuse to leave for a little bit when one of my subordinates knocks on my office door.
"Do you have a moment, sir?" He asks, the nerves thick in his voice. Fighting the inner rage I force a cordial smile onto my face and beg my eye to stop twitching.
"Of course." I force my voice to be level. If I can just get this out of the way then I can race across town and make sure she's okay.
The man sits across from my desk and I watch as he swallows hard. If only he knew what he was keeping me from, he wouldn't be wasting my time like this.
"Sir, Aaron Hotchner of the BAU called me down to inspect one of their computers. He said they suspected it had been tampered with." His words unsettle me slightly, but I know my work is thorough, it's solid.
"And I'm assuming you took a look?" I ask, desperate to know what the BAU knows. If their team only consisted of the profilers, wouldn't have needed to cover my tracks so well. But because of their technical analyst, I could cut no corners.
"I did." The man nods his head and I shrug.
"And?" I press, wishing he would get to the point. I wonder if this has any bearing on her absence this morning. And it makes me wonder if Spencer had any hand in this situation. After all, it would make sense, he's been trying to keep me from her this entire time.
"Sir I found evidence of AES 128." I try my best to look shocked and startled by this information. The look on the man's face tells me that he knows he's in over his head with this one, and I know without question he will never be able to solve it. In fact, nobody can solve it. That's why it was so perfect to use.
"That is... not good." I lean forward and keep my façade up. The man shakes his head and continues,
"No sir. And I told Agent Hotchner about it. He asked if there's anything we could do. I told him I would have to speak to you because of the encryption's sophistication." The man elaborates and I fight the urge to smile. Perhaps Hotch will let us handle this and won't involve their technical analyst.
Even if they did, she wouldn't be able to crack the code either. Feeling more confident that everything is going according to plan, I excuse the man across from me and tell him I'm going to look into the matter. But really, I just need to see her.
It doesn't take long to reach the familiar street corner. Though I'm taking a substantial risk by being here in the day, I couldn't wait until this evening. No, I need to know she's okay.
Unable to bring my binoculars like usual, I take my phone out and zoom in completely. The picture quality isn't great, but it'll have to do for now. Even a grainy image of her would be enough.
Pictures of her smiling and being carefree dance in my head. Maybe she just needed a personal day. Perhaps she needed a break from Spencer and the way he's always suffocatingly around her. But then the question still remains of where he is. Surely they didn't both skip work and surely they aren't in her apartment here together. No, it has to be a coincidence. It has to be.
Feeling the tips of my fingers tingle with anxiety I exit the camera app on my phone and dig into the BAU's files for anything recent mentioning her, or Spencer. The page that comes up is enough to send borderline homicidal thoughts through my mind.
She has been placed under a security detail and Spencer is assigned to stay with her. Direct orders from Agent Hotchner. My eyes flick back up to her window that's partially obscured by the curtains he put up and I see her leading him into her bedroom.
I see her holding his hand as she takes him into her bedroom and I put my phone away, afraid that if I grip onto it any harder that it would shatter into a million pieces. My feet move before I can comprehend what I'm doing. All I know is that I have to interrupt whatever is happening between the two of them in her bedroom. It should be me that she's leading in there, it should be me that gets to feel the softness of her skin, it should all be me.
As I race to the building, flashbacks pop into my head from the night at the bar. I remember how he held her hand, how he opened her car door, and how he left with her. I wonder then what happened after they left. The thought of Spencer being the one that gets to experience her, to be around her, makes me see red.
If only I had been able to speak to her that night, then this would not be an issue. Then she would have to see that I'm the only suitable man for her. If only Spencer had turned against her like the majority of the BAU, then this wouldn't be an issue. But for some reason, he hadn't bought it like the others. He was supposed to, just like the others.
I feel my thoughts begin to spiral out of control as I enter the building, upset beyond comprehension that my plan is starting to crumble right in front of my eyes. If I want to pull this off, I know I'm going to have to do something drastic.
My chest heaves as I knock on her door, and I wait for whoever is going to answer, unsure of what my plan even is. I just need to see her. I need to be around her. I cannot take being apart any longer.
———
Spencer opens the door and is met with a familiar face, but not one he expected to see. It takes him a moment to place the man's name and department, but once he does, it still doesn't make sense.
"Agent Valentine?" Spencer asks, trying to take a step forward to have this conversation in the hallway, but Valentine steps forward into the apartment instead.
"Agent Reid." Valentine's voice sounds strained and Spencer wonders what happened to cause Valentine to be here. Nobody should've been granted access to the building except regular confirmed tenants and those approved by the security detail; neither of which Valentine is.
"Is there something I can help you with?" Spencer questions, curious as to why the unit chief of the IT department came to your apartment. Surely if this had anything to do with the encryption Valentine would go to Hotch, not here.
But Spencer reserves any further questions and waits for the man's answer. It seems that he's half distracted by looking around your apartment instead of focusing on why he's here in the first place. Spencer watches as the man's eyes linger on the window before they travel to your bedroom door. But when Valentine's eyes meet Spencer's once more, he seems to snap out of his trance.
"Yes, I came here because of the situation." Valentine gestures vaguely and Spencer nods, carefully looking the man over. His shoulders seem rigid, his eyes dart around erratically, and it looks like he's been sweating.
"Right. Who sent you here? We're under an active security detail." Spencer pushes for more information, worried that something even worse had been discovered than the encryption found in your electronic records.
"I'm aware of the detail and the encryption, and we're actively working on it. But for added protection I'm here to offer the installation of motion-activated cameras. We had some left over from the replacements in the office, we thought they might be helpful." Valentine seems to be all business now. He stands with an authoritative posture, his eyes glued to Spencer's face.
"I'm not at liberty to make that decision. Would you mind waiting here for a second?" Spencer asks and Valentine agrees, taking a few steps back to allow Spencer to go to your room.
He steps inside and closes the door behind him before he looks up and sees you with your hand hovering over your nightstand. Your eyes are wide, like a deer caught in the headlights. But once you see it's him, you relax your shoulders. He walks closer to you and places a gentle hand on your face, his thumb brushing your cheekbone.
"Who was it?" You ask him, eyes glancing towards the door. Spencer licks his lips and drops his hand.
"Agent Valentine, from IT. He wants to speak to you." Spencer tells you. If it were up to him, you wouldn't be going out there to talk to the man at all. Something just doesn't quite feel right. But, it is ultimately your decision as to how you want to handle your security measures.
"Valentine's here?" You ask, seemingly just as confused as he is. Spencer nods as you get off the bed and walk towards the door. While your back is turned, Spencer grabs your firearm out of the nightstand and puts it in the back of his pants as he realizes he left his out in your living room.
He joins the two of you in the living area, seeing that Valentine had moved over to the window. He's looking through the curtains down to the street and smiles when you walk out.
"Good morning." He greets you with a warm smile, his demeanor change is subtle, but Spencer notices it; his shoulders aren't taut anymore, his eyes seem to soften. Spencer lingers in the background, focused on the man's behavior. There's just something not right about him being here. It goes against security detail protocol, and he's never known Hotch to allow a breach of those rules.
"What can I do for you?" You ask, keeping a good distance between yourself and Valentine, which he's quick to try and close. He takes a few steps towards you and you hold your position by the couch.
"We've been made aware of your situation and have some left over cameras from the installation of the new system, we thought you might like to have some installed." He tells you, looking around your apartment. Valentine's eyes linger on your bedroom door.
Spencer notices the file that's been left on the dining room table, and he makes slow movements over to it, where he covers it to the best of his ability with a placemat.
"Oh, um, that's very kind, thank you. Would it be okay if I thought it over and got back to you?" You ask, and a rush of relief comes over Spencer. His eyes focus in on Valentine, who wears a strained, forced smile.
"Of course. Would you like my number so you can contact me? I fear this story isn't quite complete yet, who knows what else could happen." He reaches for his phone in his pocket eagerly, contrasting his eerie words.
"That's okay, I have your office number." You answer professionally and take one small step back, towards Spencer. Spencer sees Valentine's knuckles grow white from the firm grip he has on his phone.
"Perfect. Hope to hear from you soon. If there's anything, and I mean anything, I can do for you, please let me know." Valentine's voice almost has traces of begging in it as he speaks to you, taking one step closer. Spencer stands straighter, ready to step in if he sees you becoming uncomfortable.
"Will do, thank you." You say and start walking towards the door. Like a leashed dog, Valentine follows you, his eyes darting every which way, as if he's trying to memorize the layout of your apartment.
You open the door to the apartment and Valentine takes a deep breath before he steps out into the hall. Before leaving, he turns around and looks at you once more, a smile back on his face.
"Like I said, if there's anything I can do. I don't want you to worry that brilliant mind of yours." He restates before turning to leave.
Once he's gone you close the door and turn back to face Spencer, a confused look on your face. You walk to the kitchen to grab a glass of water and Spencer gets his phone out to send a message to Hotch.
"Hey, did you send Valentine from IT over?" Spencer is anxious to find out the answer. He grabs the file from underneath the placemat and stares at it, you join his side silently, the two of you deep in thought.
———
Hours later, the sun begins setting and casts a golden glow throughout your apartment. You had sent Spencer back to bed after Valentine left, but opted to stay out here instead of rejoining him. You couldn't get your mind to rest, something about Valentine's visit was unsettling.
Of course you knew who Valentine was, you had even talked to him on several occasions. He's helped you and some of the others out with various IT problems over the years. He was always quiet and nice, his behavior today somewhat contradicted what you expected from him. But perhaps he was just more relaxed to be out of the office, maybe he's under less stress these days, or maybe he's found his confidence. Whatever it is, it doesn't quite sit right with you.
You get off the couch and walk over to the window, glancing out to the street. Your eyes look around but see nothing out of the ordinary, but you weren't even sure what you were looking for in the first place. You're unable to settle down and make your way to the dining table and spread out the contents of the folder in the exact order Spencer had put it all away.
With careful eyes you look over each piece of evidence, hoping and praying to see something new, some small clue that would break this case wide open. All you see are photos of yourself, some from open-source available articles, some taken by the stalker himself you presume, and then your official FBI photo, not available to the public. The articles are notated in a way that highlights your successes and handwritten notes that state you deserve more. There surely has to be something here.
Between the flowers, the retagged evidence, the altered records, and the contents of the file, there's one commonality that you just can't seem to pin down. You force yourself to think strictly as a profiler and not a victim and go to grab a spare piece of paper to brainstorm possibilities.
While you're writing down your thoughts, you hear your bedroom door open. A sleepy Spencer emerges, his hair disheveled and sticking up several different ways. With a smile, you set the paper down and go to him, standing on your tip-toes to smooth his hair over. Butterflies erupt in your tummy as he smiles back down at you, and you suddenly become acutely aware that you two hadn't talked about what happened earlier.
But before you could even ask, Spencer leans down and presses a sweet kiss to your cheek, his stubble tickling your skin.
"How'd you sleep?" You ask him, looking up through your lashes. Spencer's hands settle on your hips and he blinks slowly.
"I slept alright. You were right, by the way." He grins and you shake your head, not understanding.
"Right about what?" You ask.
"Your bed is way more comfortable than the couch." He smiles wider and lets you go.
"Who would've thought?" You sarcastically ask, making your way to the kitchen.
You pull out ingredients for a simple dinner and pour two glasses of wine, pushing one over to Spencer. He watches as you move about preparing dinner, silently sipping his drink. Soon, the smell of dinner engulfs the apartment and you realize just how hungry you had been.
"Do you want to watch a movie or something? I can't think about that any more tonight, my brain feels like it's been put through a blender." You ask, hoping he will say yes. He takes another sip as his eyes glance over the evidence on the table before he nods.
"Yeah, a movie sounds nice." He smiles and the two of you eat dinner on the couch together.
You try to let your mind relax, you feel like you've run several mental marathons back to back and it's all catching up to you. Almost your every thought has centered around who could possibly be the one watching you for almost a week now, but with the security detail around and Spencer here, you try to let it go for just a little while. You're in the safest place you could possibly be.
Once the two of you are finished with dinner, you top off your glasses and return to the couch. Spencer had been sure to close the curtains fully tonight, saying something about taking extra caution. And you were appreciative of the gesture, knowing he would do anything to keep you safe.
You lean your head on his shoulder and let your hand find his. He interlaces your fingers together and traces his thumb on the back of your hand. You're not entirely sure what's going on between the two of you, and quite frankly you don't really care to put a label on it, you're happy to just let things naturally progress, no formality needed.
You shift closer to Spencer and he wraps an arm around you, bringing you flush against him. In his arms you feel safe, like nothing could possibly go wrong. Looking up at him you see that he's already looking at you, so you lean forward and kiss him.
Spencer's hand caresses your face and he kisses you again, red wine lingering on his lips. He's gentle, soft, and everything you imagined he would be. You know there's no going back after today, that your relationship with Spencer will never be the same. Your fingers tangle in his hair as the kiss deepens and Spencer lays you back on the couch.
He's hovering over you, lips kissing down your jaw while you grab the front of his shirt and pull him as close to you as possible. The way he smells intoxicates you, the masculine smell of cedar envelopes your senses and drives you crazy. Without thinking, you wrap a leg around his waist and shudder at the feeling of him pressed against you.
Your mouth falls open and a gasp escapes you, and Spencer moans in your ear with the newfound contact. You want your hands all over him and you want him all over you. Your chest rises with heavy breaths, Spencer's lips trail further and further down your neck.
The movie had stopped playing, leaving the two of you in the dark. But that didn't stop you, if anything, it made you more bold. You guide Spencer's head back up to you and kiss him passionately, pressing your hips into his. He shudders with pleasure and this time it's your turn to place sloppy kisses down his jaw.
You push him back up so he's sitting upright and you climb onto his lap. His hands immediately grab onto your hips and push them down onto him, the both of you moaning into each other's mouths. You reconnect your lips to his neck, loving the way his fingers dig into you skin. Spencer is breathless under you, and he whispers your name.
You ignore it at first, thinking he's expressing his pleasure. But then he whispers your name again and stills your movement. Guilt and dread fill you quickly and you get off of him,
"Spencer I'm so sorry I-" Your apology is silenced with Spencer's hand over your mouth. Confused, your eyebrows draw together and Spencer leans forward, whispering so lowly in your ear you can hardly hear his words. But what he says will be sure to haunt you.
"I saw the glare of a hidden camera, right over there." His lips are basically pressed right against your ear. Your heart thumps in your chest as you look over, and sure enough, you see it as well.
It's small, and the only way you're able to see it is by the tiny red blinking light that goes off every few seconds. The light draws your eye and then you see the lens glare right above it.
You look back at Spencer, feeling nauseous. He removes his hand from your mouth, and all you can do is cling to him. Your chest feels tight and you can't think straight. Who knows how long it's been there? And who knows how much the person on the other side has seen.
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Call Me When You Need Me (Ellie Williams x Reader) (Fluff)
Short Summary: When your best friend Ellie has problem sleeping you come over to help her. Like you always do!
Author´s Note: Another random idea I got that I thought would be waaay shorter. It´s not that long, but it's longER than I planned to. Istg, the universe wants me to write +5k fanfics. Everythime I come up with an idea for a blur (cause they're way quicker to write) I end up adding so much to it you can't even call it that. Anyway, hope you'll enjoy just a super cute little story! (I'm the person who tries to fill the "ellie x reader"-tag with stuff that isn't smut. Like I didn't just post two smuts right after each other a week ago.................)
Also! Ellie lives in the same house as Joel in this. Even though I'm well aware she has her own "hut" in the game
Words: 1473
(Pictures aren´t mine! I found them on Pinterest)
The empty streets felt oddly peaceful as you wandered down the oh, so familiar road. Only the streetlights lighting up your path as your sleepy feet stumbled on the sidewalk. It wasn’t unusual to find you walking down these streets at 3 am. You found yourself in this situation a little too often. Not that you complain! When your best friend needs you, she needs you. The crispy night air forced you to cross your arms in order to keep some warmth. Despite being near fall you decided to skip out on a jacket and just go with your outwashed hoodie. Big mistake. But it’s not that bad. Though you’d lie if you´d say you didn’t miss your warm, cozy bed. Just the thought was enough to put a drowsy smile on your face. You continued to kick rocks you stumbled upon on the sidewalk as you, trying to not hit any of the parked cars beside you, cause you know.......karma. Soon you noticed the familiar fence you helped painting white one summer. By the looks of it, it could use a little touch-up. Getting onto the lawn you quickly made your way to the back. The house was completely pitch black apart from one single window on the right corner.
You walked over to the corner of the porch, making sure to sneak a few glances through the dark windows, just to make sure Joel wasn’t up to grab a glass of water or something. But you’re just met with your own reflection in the surprisingly clean windows. You jumped up on the fence that tastefully decorated the porch to reach the edge of the roof. You took a sturdy grip around the aged wood before pushing yourself up the brick plated surface. This was nothing new to you. It was more of a routine. Getting called over to your friends house at least five times a week you kinda start to come up with a few tricks to make your arrival more smooth. Why are you climbing the house like you're a fucking monkey? you may as. The first time Ellie called me over you both thought Joel would be pissed if he knew. So you came up with the brilliant idea, with your life at risk, to climb up from the back. Yes, Ellie tired to prevent you from doing it, but you're too stubborn. She knows that damn well. And yes, you're pretty sure you've got a six-pack from all the times you've pushed your whole body onto the porch roof. But by the morning neither of you considered Joel's daily visit. So when he came to tell Ellie it's breakfast he was sure surprised to see you laying there, holding her. But he wasn't mad.....not at all. And when it was time for you to leave he made sure to throw out "You can take the door next time!". Despite that you continued to take your not-so-convenient way into Ellie's room. You saw it more as a fun thing, and you like to believe Ellie enjoys to too. Even thought she mumbled a "You're so dumb" before giving you a welcome hug.
You carfully got up from your crunched up position, being careful not to strainght out your back too much or you'll probably fall down and break your neck. At this height you could outline more details in the only lit up room, as if you didn’t know it by memory. You noticed the small crack Ellie always made sure to leave every night incase she got the urge that’s currently the reason you’re here. She didn’t want to have to get up and open it when you got there. Also, she’s been very clear that you can come over whenever you feel like it. Day as night. You used your finger to loop around the thick glass and push it up enough to give you the opportunity to get a better grip. You slid the glass into the slit, just enough to squeeze yourself through. The noice made Ellie quickly turn her head from her position on her bed. Just the look of you made her smile. "You came!" she happily exclaimed. You giggled "Of course! You said you had problem sleeping”.
Your beaten up sneakers barely got to touch the floor before Ellie threw herself at you, slamming you into the nearby wall. She continued to hug you, tighten up her grip. You chuckled, "Hey, hey! You shouldn't try to mush me like ground beef. Who´s gonna keep you company then?". Ellie let go off you and took a step back, giving you the chance to get away from the wall. "I'm sure you can take it" she snarky remarked "Weren't you the one who's got a six-pack" she sarcastically asked while slapping her hand against your clothed stomach. "Ow!" you screaked while backing way from her hand. Ellie just chucked before making her way back to her bed, signaling you to take place beside her. You let the strap of your backpack slide down your arms before leaving it by the end of Ellie's bed, to then quickly kick off your lazy tied shoes before crawling up the comfy bed.
You let out a deep sigh as your back hit the mattress, "I´ve told you to just call me whenever you need me". "I know" Ellie mumbled before looking to the side, "But you deserve to sleep too". "I never sleep as good as I do in your bed" you reassured her as. She smiled a little, but she wasn't convinced. She's tried to fall asleep by herself when she has one of these...nights, but it's impossible! There's been times where she hasn't called you even thought she should have. Just cause she feels bad for forcing you out of bed. She never told you this or you'd kill her. She's lost count of all the times you've told her to just call you when she feels down or can't sleep.
You place your hands behind your head, looking up at the glow-in-the-dark stickers Ellie swore she'd get rid off, but hasn't "had the time to". But you swore she was lying. She's always been such a bad liar. But you think it's adorable, so you don´t mind. "I swear I'm getting us a house someday. That way you wouldn't have to call me whenever you have problem sleeping", Ellie smirked at you. "Yeah?" she asked while shooting herself closer to your laying from. "Yep! Then you could just come over to my room" you frowned a little "Or we might share the same bedroom...". You shrug "Or I mean, we're sleeping in the same bed now, so we could save a lot of money if we just get one". Ellie smiled at the thought but soon her face fell a little "How would that work when you bring a girl over?". You shot your head to give her a confused face "What the fuck, Ellie?" you grabbed a pillow from behind you to hit her playfully "I don´t even bring that many girls over!". "Suuure" Ellie playfully rolled her eyes while wearing that shit-eating grin.
You huffed before pushing her back against the bed so you could straddle her. Ellie had to stop herself from blushing at the sudden contact, but she's pretty sure you'd still notice if you weren't busy continuing hitting her with the pillow. You giggle "You play me out to be some type of slut!". She just shrugged "Maybe you are". You huffed once more, louder this time, before getting off Ellie's lap with a defeated look. "Fuck you, Ellie" you mumbled before throwing the pillow at her. She just laughs as she catches it and put it back to its original place. "Should we get to bed now? You know, the reason I'm here?". "Oh!" Ellie quickly adjusted herself "Yeah, that'd be nice". You grabbed the cover that was messily tossed to the side and placed it over you to. "You want me to read you a bed time story?". Ellie laughed "Fuck you, (y/n)". You smirked as you reached over her to turn off the lamp on her beside table. The feeling of your body being pressed against her made it hard for Ellie to focus, but thank god you soon got back to your previous position behind her.
You wrapped your arms around her frame before pulling her into your embrace. Transferring your warmth onto her. “You don’t have to come here every time, you know?” Ellie clarified. “No, I know” you answered “But I want to” you added before burring your face in the nape of her neck, automatically squeeze her torso a little tighter. Ellie couldn’t help but release a relaxed sigh, finally at peace.
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Secret
~ This took so much longer than I wanted it to, yay writers block right? 😭
~ Angst, Fluff at end, WC:2,737
~Remus is keeping a secret
Your boyfriend is cheating on you. That's the only explanation for the way he's acting. Every month he disappears, not just for an hour or two, but full days. Most of the time he disappears for about two to three days. And even if he doesn't disappear, he acts super weird around you.
You've tried to ask James and Sirius about it, but of course they never say anything. They are loyal to bone, which usually you respect but now it's just frustrating. You thought you were a part of the group, clearly you were wrong.
What are you supposed to do? You've already tried his friends, and spent months obsessing over behavior. Analyzing every little thing he does for you and other people, trying to find out who Remus would rather be with than you. You can't keep feeling like this.
You're in the library, trying and failing to focius on your book. Usually Remus would be here with you, but he's not. You haven't seen him since yesterday morning, when he all but pushed you out of his dorm room.
At first this whole thing was frustrating, and confusing, but now you feel rejected, a feeling your boyfriend should never give you. At first you raked your mind for any other reason why Remus would act like this. You went through things like illness, something about his friends, family maybe, you even thought it might have something to do with school work, but none of those explain why he's nowhere to be seen.
So now here you are. On the verge of tears while sitting in the library, wishing he would just come clean about what he's doing. At least then it would be easier to break up with him. But what can you do without proof, left with nothing but a bad feeling.
“What's wrong, sweetheart?” You are quickly pulled from your thoughts by James’s voice coming from behind you. He's always been incredibly sweet to you, mostly because he thought it would help convince Lily to go out with him, but you also know he's just a naturally good person.
“Fine, Jamie.” You give him the best smile you can muster, obviously he sees right through it. He slings his arm around your shoulder and plops down in the seat next to you.
“What's on your mind?” He seems genuinely concerned but you don't believe it. Real friends tell friends when they're being cheated on. You wish. In real life, however, they always stay loyal to whoever came first. You love that Remus has such great support when he needs it but what about you?
“It's nothing, doesn't matter.” You try your best to reassure him.
“No, something is clearly wrong. How can I help?”
“It's nothing, James, just drop it. Please.” He knows you're serious when you use his real name, usually resorting to some stupid nickname.
“Yeah, okay. If you need anything just let me know.” You only nod as he turns to leave. You take a big breath when you're alone again.
You're honestly trying not to panic. You love Remus, a lot. But you can't be with a cheater, you just can't. And if you break up with him then you lose all your friends, because of course, they were his friends first. Which means you have to start over, all alone. Yeah, no reason to panic.
Over the next few days you don't see Remus. Not because of him, this time it's you trying to disappear. This is what happens, he ignores you for a few days then comes back all clingy as if nothing happened. The first couple times you tried to ask about it but you never got a straight answer. He told you he was busy with his friends or with school, which was clearly a lie, so eventually you stopped asking.
You've had to change your daily routine a lot just to avoid him. Instead of going to his dorm for bed, you go to your own. You're not eating in the dining hall, because he would sit with you. You're sitting away from him in class and turning the other way when you see him in the halls. Apparently your avoidance has been so obvious, McGonagall stopped him after a class to ask what happened. You didn't stay long enough to overhear his answer.
“Oh, Angel!” You hear your boyfriend’s voice call for you in the hallway, you do nothing but walk faster, knowing you won't be able to keep it together long enough to face him right now. “I know you heard me.” His voice is much closer as he grabs your shoulder to stop you. He takes the books out of your hand and holds them behind his back.
“What do you want, Remus?” You ask him, not turning around.
“I want to know why my girlfriend has been ignoring me for days now?”
You no longer feel sad when you finally turn and look at him, the irony of his statement filling you with sudden frustration and anger, “Oh really? What about you Remus? You ignore me for days every month and I still don't have an answer for that!”
He stays silent, analyzing your expression before continuing, “It's different,” is all he says.
“How Remus? I would love for you to explain how exactly this is different.”
“It just is!”
“You know what, I don't even care. Come find me when you can explain, otherwise don't bother.” You feel like you're going to collapse as you walk away, leaving him in the hall, with your books in his hand.
You didn't think it would be this hard. Yet after a few more days have passed it seems Remus took the ‘don't bother’ part of your speech more seriously than any other.
You honestly thought he would at least try to give you any kind of explanation. Even if it is a lie.
James and Sirius haven't talked to you either. Remus obviously told them about what you said, they don't want to be friends with you if you aren't with Remus.
Over the last few days, you've spent a lot more time with Lily and the rest of the girls.
“So, you wanna tell me what happened?” Lily asks you. You're sitting with her in her dorm with Mary and Pandora.
“I don't know what to say.” You shrug. What are you supposed to say? You don't want to tell her Remus is probably cheating on you, on the very off chance he isn't. And you don't want to admit how much you miss being around him.
“What did you guys fight about?” Mary pipes up. At this point the whole school has noticed the behavior between the two of you. Everyone has been talking about it, spreading theories as to why such a happy couple has been acting like this.
“It wasn't a fight,” You begin to explain to the girls, “I told him unless he can tell me why he keeps disappearing I don't wanna talk to him.”
You don't miss the look Lily and Pandora exchange. Mary focuses her gaze onto the floor, none of them look at you as Pandora speaks up this time.
“I mean he probably has a good reason.” She tries to offer.
“And you all know, don't you?” Great, you're officially the only one who doesn't know this secret your boyfriend is keeping.
“It's not what you think.” Lily tells you softly.
“Then why won't he tell me?”
“I don't know,” Lily tells you again, “Maybe you should talk to him.”
“I tried that, but it didn't work.”
“Then don't ask him to talk, tell him you're not happy. I promise he's not trying to hurt you.”
“And how do you know? He apparently told everyone but me Lily, what am I supposed to think?”
No one responds.
“I don't know what to do.” Remus tells his friends, running his hands over his face in despair.
“Well, I vote you stop being a dumbass but we know that won't happen.” Sirius offers him. The four of them haven't left their dorm all day, trying to convince Remus he needs to be honest with you. Actually Peter and Sirius have been trying to convince him, James hasn't talked to him all day. He knows why you were upset in the library and isn't trying to hide his irritation, however, he doesn't want to say something to hurt Remus. So he stays quiet.
“I agree. What's the worst that can happen?” Peter shrugs, you'd think Remus would listen to him considering he's the one in the longest lasting relationship.
“Uh, she could leave me!” He practically shouts, rolling his eyes at the look shared between Sirius and Peter.
“Oh you mean like what she wants to do now?” Remus doesn't even notice who says it, too distracted by the ice running through his veins.
“You really think she'll want to break up over this?” His voice is barely a whisper, the slight heartbreak clear in his tone.
“This is one of the biggest parts of your life and you haven't told her. She knows you've been lying about it and you haven't talked to her once since she said “don't bother.” In my opinion all you're doing is showing her you don't care.” Peter tries his best to explain this gently to Remus. Not wanting to hurt him but knowing Remus won't actually understand till he knows how you feel about it.
“I need to tell her. I just- I don't want her to leave me because of it.”
James lets out an exasperated sigh at Remus's words. “She's not going to leave you for being a werewolf, she loves you just as much as you love her. If she breaks up with you it's because of how long you've kept this a secret.
Another week goes by with no word for Remus. You're started to give up hope that he'll even try to talk to you again. Unless to finally end this relationship. Thinking about either of these options hurt your heart, not wanting this to end or go on.
“It's not until you're leaving the dining hall after dinner that you're pulled into an empty classroom. You can tell by the touch on your wrist that it's him.
“What do you want, Remus?” You immediately ask. You try to keep your face as straight as possible, not wanting him to see how upset you really are.
“I need to explain.”
“Seriously? Now?”
“Can I please just tell you what's going on? You can yell or insult me all you want afterwards, I just need you to know.” He lets go of your wrist but refuses to look away from your face.
You give a small nod in agreement but it's all he needs to jump right into what he wants to say, you have the feeling this whole plan was practiced beforehand.
“I was not trying to hurt you. I love you a lot. More than I have ever loved anything before and I couldn't bear the thought of losing you because I'm not normal. I figured if there were something wrong with who I am, I can change, I can fix that but I can't fix something I have no control over and I felt like I would die if I lost you because of it.”
“Because of what?” Is all you ask.
He takes a deep breath before finally explaining, “I'm a werewolf.”
“Oh screw you.” You roll your eyes and quickly walk out of the classroom.
Remus doesn't follow you out. He stays standing in the empty room for a few minutes, confused about the interaction that just took place.
He comes to your shared class almost halfway through and doesn't look at you until it's over.
“Angel, please talk to me.” Remus begs, following out of the classroom. You shake your head and begin to speed up your walk. He grabs your wrist and pulls you into him, “Baby please.”
“What do you want, Remus? Here to lie to me more.” You turn around to confront him.
“I'm not lying about being a werewolf.” He defends, eyes widening in bewilderment.
“That's not what I'm mad about.” Your tone grows more angry as you talk. “We've been dating for how long now and you don't tell me your biggest secret? You've had me panicking every fucking month wondering where you where and who you were with. All because you what? Can't trust me with this big secret?”
Remus visible winces as your voice grows louder. “Please don't be so loud.”
“Oh yeah! Don't trust me not spill anything!”
“That's not what I meant, love. Can we just talk about this, somewhere private.”
“So what? So you can make up some lame excuses?” You turn again and try to leave.
“No angel, that's not why I didn't tell you.”
You pause. As much as you want to keep walking you love him. Deep inside you know exactly why he didn't tell you but you don't think you can bear to hear him say it. You know it's not because of you but you feel like you failed. You feel as if you failed to make him know just how much you love him, just how worth it he is. You want nothing more than for him to be happy and if he hasn't told you about his big secret clearly he's happy enough with you.
“It has nothing to do with you, I promise. I wanted to tell you so many times, so much more than you know but whenever I tried I couldn't. My mouth wouldn't open as much as I tried. I was terrified that you would leave, I know you never would, okay, I know. But the thought that you could stopped me, it stops me from doing many things.”
“Why?” You ask, tears arriving in your eye line.
“Because I can't live without you. I know how cheesy that sounds but it's true. All my life I've dealt with the consequences of being a werewolf even from people that don't know. You have helped me be myself more than anyone ever has and that's enough. I can't bear the thought of you leaving let alone the thought of knowing I pushed you away. Knowing this pushed you away and it wasn't something I could stop because if I could I would. I know it makes things harder for you. I hear how people talk about you because of my scars and how awkward I am and you don't deserve that, you've made me think that maybe I don't deserve it either. I can't lose you. I can't let this push you away because without you I go back to who I used to be. And now that you've shown me who I really am, I can't go back to being him.”
You listen to his words silently, trying your best not to let the tears fall. He doesn't deserve to feel this way and hearing him admit that makes you want to cry with happiness for him, for yourself in succeeding to make him feel as loved as he is. You want to tell him this but he continues.
“I love you, angel. And I'm so sorry I couldn't get myself to tell you before. I am so sorry I made you worry and made other people lie for me. I don't know what to say except for that. I don't know how I can make this better.”
“You already did, Rem.” This time you turn to face him, seeing the tears on his face break your heart even more. “I mean I can't really fault you for your mouth sabotaging you.”
A small smile blooms on his face. “How dare it.”
“I know what it's like to be that anxiety. I thought you were cheating on me.”
“I would never!” He looks genuinely offended at your words.
“I know baby, but there's still that fear.”
“I'm really sorry.” He pulls you in for a hug.
“I know, Rem. I wish I could've helped you more.”
“Dove, you've already done more than enough, I love you.”
“I love you too. But if I find out you're keeping something else I'll kill you as you sleep.”
You feel Remus grin into the crook of your neck.
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in the middle of working on a lucifer redesign :)
thoughts/explanations + minor character analysis under the cut (this was supposed to be short but it ended up being very thorough lmao):
honestly love his canon design so I'm kind of working from that more than I'm trying to rethink stuff from scratch
I'm gonna admit right now that a lot of the design choices were very self indulgent lol; I just want him to be pretty :<
circus stuff~
I've seen a lot of people raise their eyebrows at the circus motif, so I was going to try something different, but I actually think it makes a lot of sense!
I think freakshows/circus acts have been tied to this idea that certain identities/abilities are strange and shameful, only valuable as dehumanizing entertainment -- they're mistakes, freaks of nature
but at the same time many circus performances require a lot of skill and work and love that can go unappreciated, each and every performer at the very least a person worth respecting
I think lucifer sees hell as a freakshow/circus he's been forced to lead and try to control
a bunch of wayward toys meant to be bright and beautiful that have been twisted into something terrifying
and he needs to discover a more empathetic, appreciative, and loving way to think about sinners
and also to realize that it's not about him or his mistakes; it's about a group of people with their own emotions and autonomy that he needs to respect
anyway
all that to say: we're keeping the circus ringleader thing!
I think a whip would make more sense for a ringleader, esp since alastor has a staff already (but they're enemies/foils so maybe their designs should reflect each other?)
there's room to turn the whip into a snake maybe
in the pic I made it look like his tail bc I considered making his actual tail a goat tail (cute! but the longer one suits him better I think)
maybe an apple on the top/handle still
the tux honestly looks a little too formal/cool for him most of the time lmao
so I think he should take off the jacket/have the toymaker apron on instead unless he's fighting
vaudeville doll~
lucifer has a lot going on tbh: circus ringleader, angel, devil/demon, snake, goat, vaudeville porcelain doll, toymaker, etc.
I think I'm gonna take out snake just to simplify a little, but I'll talk about that more later
I was also going to take out porcelain doll but
1) the rosy cheeks are super cute
2) fits with the circus theme
3) fits with the idea that he's both a toy and toymaker (an angel that tried to play god)
uhhh there's a couple self indulgent doodles of him in a vaudeville doll dress lol. not relevant to the design at all; I just like drawing stripes and ruffles
I ended up making him sort of androgynous in a lot of ways? (not that he wasn't already lol) which works for him I think
part of it was the vaudeville doll thing; I wanted to give him (keep?) the eyeshadow and add those little vertical marks you see on them sometimes
also because I really liked the puff sleeves in one of the references I used; it kind of emphasizes an extended hourglass shape with the puffy pants
plus I love drawing the more classic tuxedo shape <3 very yummy lines and details
hair/shape~
I fucking LOVE when people draw him with messy hair, so I made that permanent
I also think (esp since he's blond) having the hair stick out in tufts kind of makes it look like a star (morningstar, lightbringer, etc. etc.)
even more so with the pointy horns (those are also fun to draw cause they're right in the corners of his widow's peak)
I drew a random triangle on one of these as a reminder to keep the pointy/triangular shape language throughout lol
squares would def be wrong with the implications of sturdiness and stability
I think circles would be wrong too? he's vulnerable and ultimately very soft inside so I kept a lot of round lines, but I don't think he's the traditionally bubbly/friendly/peaceful archetype circles are usually used for
triangles are apparently dynamic, dangerous, and unpredictable, which is a little closer to what I'm going for
(shape language is a very flexible rule btw; I'm not saying they determine everything about a character or that one shape has to mean exactly one thing)
he's also a depressed, tortured soul, so I feel like he should look just a little unhinged and exhausted <3 (hence the eyebags on top of the messy hair)
angel stuff~
(sidenote: cherub and seraph are singular, cherubim and seraphim are plural. even the show gets this wrong tho, so feel free to say whatever ig)
I'm pretty sure most people agree lucifer was probably a cherub? cherubim only have 4 wings so I might go with that
I do think it makes more sense if he's higher ranking like a seraph tho ... it's hard to decide whether to go with the show's ideas about angels or actual religious texts cause both are interesting in their own ways
snake~
ARHHGHJF idk how I feel about his nose
again I thought about taking out the snake motif, but he honestly looks good w/o a nose (I mean it's there obviously but you can't see it if it's just snake slits lol), and I definitely like the idea of him having a forked tongue or his eyes turning into slits when he's angry
also also
mini rant on animal motifs in hazbin:
I get the impression that a lot of people think it's a bad thing that you can't tell what animal a character should be? and/or that a motif has to be clearly present in the entire design to be good
and I kind of just accepted that until I started thinking about ozzie's design from helluva boss
like the original demon he's based on is really just that fucked up and mixed with animals you can't always identify
and chinese dragons are like a billion different animals even though they sort of just look like lizards at the end of the day
like obviously if you want the audience to associate a character with a specific animal (like if you want people to think a character's spooky because they're a spider or something), then you do want the animal motifs to be clear/consistent
but sometimes you just want certain elements there and it doesn't matter if the audience picks up on it (at least consciously)
and I think with someone like lucifer, having a lot of animals/concepts mixed together in an ungodly combination makes sense lol
so idk
maybe we'll just give him the nose/tongue
I did try just giving him a button nose in some of these for the doll thing tho
goat/charlie~
urgh I hate realizing I should've designed certain characters together lol
I took out the rosy cheeks in my original charlie design since I wasn't thinking about lucifer, so I put them back in this time lol (and generally thought about how they should be visually related)
I like that it enforces the idea that charlie's lucifer's creation (toymaker makes a doll in his own image yk)
also they both have puff sleeves now :) (charlie's design is basically princess dress silhouette but make it a suit)
I also gave her goat ears, so I figured lucifer should have them too? idk because I like the way his hair looks a lot better without them, and I kind of like the idea of giving them diff combinations of goat features (maybe she should have a goat tail?)
also drawing this made me realize I have no idea why charlie has a puppy nose??? I thought it was the goat thing for some reason but that doesn't make any sense
maybe I'll just give her no nose
anyway! fucking incredible if you read all of that; idk what possessed me to write so much about a half-finished design lol. feel free to leave suggestions/answers to the questions I had!
#I was gonna draw some radioapple stuff and then realized I hadn't touched lucifer's design yet lol#still not done obviously but I have a working version now at least#hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel redesign#hazbin hotel lucifer#hazbin hotel charlie#art#my art#character design#oh yeah I guess there's one#hazbin hotel alastor#in this one#oops
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Gemini New Moon PAC Spread
Hey Guys! This one is pretty long, but I felt inspired to do it as I would one of my paid readings because I felt really connected with this moon today and I hope you guys find that at least one of these messages resonates with you! Now, let's get started★
Pile 1
Focus: 5 of pentacles (The Hierophant)
After this new moon, those in pile 1 need to focus on balance. In our capitalistic society, money and resources are the key to our day-to-day survival, but what about your inner world? Your ties to the things outside of our mortal realm? Your growth will be found in the coexistence of the logical and mystical sides of life.
New Beginnings: The Emperor (Page of Swords)
As new moons usher in new beginnings, you will gain more discipline, stability, and focus with a wave of curiosity, inspiration, and chattiness! If you’ve been wanting to be more assertive, this will come easily to you now.
How to Communicate: *The Gate (Justice)
As we communicate during this time, remember to be pragmatic and speak the way you’d like to be spoken to. "You can attract more bees with honey than vinegar", and it’s important to remind yourself that it isn’t always what you say, it’s how you say it.
Strengths: The Devil (10 of Cups)
In following this path, you must find strength in both the light and the dark. We all have wounds to heal and temptations that call to us, and while we must actively work to heal them, we cannot ignore the beautiful and joyous parts of life. Remain self-aware and honest with yourself, but don’t deprive yourself of embracing and showing appreciation for what and who you have.
Release: 8 of cups (The Fool)
To gain something new, we must also let go, and this lunar cycle says to walk away from people, habits, and thoughts that no longer serve you. It may be scary to leave what’s familiar, but the Fool says to jump into this newness bravely. What you will get now is far better than what you had before.
Theme: Luck is on your side (New moon in Sagittarius)
If you’ve been having a low spell, life is about to have an energetic restart! Take this time to be adventurous and connect with others, especially by sharing your ideas.
Manifestation: Know you are loved (New moon in Libra)
“Love makes my world go round”
Love, whether platonic or romantic, will start pouring in at this time. New relationship cycles (friendship, professional, and even romantic) as well as new opportunities will be available to you now.
Angel Guidance: #39 Perseverance (Joy Guide)
“Don’t give up”
Do not fret if things have taken longer than you thought, as your guides are urging you to keep going. Though this is a tougher process, take this time to learn as you go and keep your eye on the prize because your hard work will come to fruition.
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Pile 2
Focus: Temperance (7 of Swords)
For group 2, this lunar cycle wants you to stay calm and balanced (both mentally and emotionally) as you go after what you want while also being aware of potential deception. Someone or something might be subtly getting in your way either personally or professionally, but don’t allow this to shake you! A challenge will not take you off your path, because what is for you cannot be taken.
New Beginnings: The Hermit (inverted 6 of cups)
As you move towards this, your new beginning may start with you taking more time to be alone and to reflect. If you have been carrying pain from the past or have felt unable to move forward, this will be your moment to finally, truly let go and focus on your future! You see the light now, and it’s starting from within.
How to Communicate: Knight of Pentacles (The Lovers)
Because this could potentially be an emotional time, when communicating, you must try to ground your passion and dreams with practical considerations that others can more easily understand and picture along with you. This will help you feel more understood and can take your ideas from the imagination to the real world.
Strengths: The Chariot (7 of Pentacles)
A strength you can lean on currently is you self-discipline, ambition, and focus as well as your ability to plan and manifest! Your combination of patience and action makes you an unstoppable force and your success is inevitable.
Release: 4 of Pentacles (9 of cups)
Finally, to embrace all that’s coming to you, you must release your need for control and anything that has been weighing you down. By embracing optimism and your right to prosperity, abundance will come to you in droves.
Theme: Nothing Will Come of This (Void of Course Moon)
“I trust in my highest good”
If you’ve been worried about or hoping for something, that thing isn’t in the Universe’s plan for you. While this might be a positive or negative for some of you, this is your chance to pivot towards something in true alignment.
Manifestation: Take Inspired Action (Full moon in Virgo)
“I forgive myself for everything, I am doing my best”
In line with the Knight of Pentacles and The Lovers, the seeds of your manifestations must be watered with action. Be proactive and intentional as you move forward to make your dreams a reality.
Angel Guidance: #26 Balance (Teacher Guide)
“Give fairly and with unconditional love, and all will turn out well”
Take this time to click in with your relationships. Are you taking too much on from those in your life? Are you communicating your needs or waiting for others to guess and feel hurt? Do others feel like they aren’t getting enough from you? Our relationships need to be an equal space of give and take, and so this time calls to regain that balance.
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Pile 3
Focus: 2 of wands (10 of pentacles)
For those in group 3, your intentions should be centered on your goals, as they will lead you to prosperity, growth, and abundance! This is a time when you can feel confident in taking calculated risks for them as well, as there is financial stability and a solid foundation beneath you. If you’ve been torn about which path to take, this is your sign to choose the path your heart can’t let go of.
New Beginnings: The Tower (The High Priestess)
As you go towards this new beginning, you will experience a significant transformation, one that might feel like a complete upheaval of everything you’ve known and built up until now. While this may sound scary, you will feel that something needs to change, and it’s important to trust your intuition and ability to face it head-on.
How to Communicate: 8 of pentacles (10 of wands)
Because this will be an intense time for you, please communicate your needs to those around you. You may need more support and assistance, those that care will want to rally around and lift you up as you trudge along.
Strengths:6 of swords (5 of wands)
A strength you can embrace right now is the freedom to let go. The feelings from your past don’t have to remain in this present time. The choice to embrace peace and release resentment, hurt, and negativity is empowering, and this new beginning deserves a you who wants to be renewed.
Release: King of Cups (inverted Knight of Cups)
To fully move forward, replace moodiness with a balance between your mind and heart. Things can hurt, but they don’t have to consume you. “Logic” isn’t more valid than healthy emotional expression. Bring your emotional and realistic sides together and watch how your viewpoint evolves.
Theme: Surrender to the Divine (Full Moon)
“I am getting the answers I need”
Life is coming to a head, a climax, and it is important to keep a cool head as it unfolds. The odds are in you favor, but it is important to tune into yourself and your feelings to see what they are trying to tell you. Trust in your intuition and your guides.
Manifestation: See the bigger picture (Full Moon in Sagittarius)
“I know that I am blessed and I love my life within that knowing”
In this time, you have to find a balance and acceptance of where you are vs where you want to be. Learn and research as you head towards this new path, and if conflict appears, learn what needs to be said instead of saying too much. Be the bigger and more patient person at this time.
Angel Guidance: #44 Limitation (Nature Guide)
“Listen and learn from others, they make it easier for you”
As this is a new path, shed your perchance for pride, as it is of no use to you. Find those who are more knowledgeable and versed than you, ask questions, watch, and learn. You can go so much further with far less struggle when you are open to being unsure.
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Pile 4
Focus: 3 of Swords (Knight of swords)
If you are recovering from heartbreak or dealing with heavy emotions like loneliness or depression, this lunar cycle is calling for you to pick yourself up and make big changes! Seize the day, put yourself back out there, open up, and be honest about how you feel, or simply be brave and do one thing that scares you. This low point isn't meant for you and it’s time to crawl towards the light.
New Beginnings: The Magician (Ace of Pentacles)
Your new beginning is realizing that you are the key to the life you desire. The Magician manifests and takes action while the ace of pentacles brews financial abundance and material gains. If you start taking actions now, no matter how small, that align with the things you’ve been wishing for, this is a time that will foster personal, material, or financial success. Dream big and go for it! All you have to do is take the first step.
How to Communicate: Queen of Swords (King of Pentacles)
When communicating, it’s important to be logical, direct, and clear-headed. As we express ourselves, try to balance your emotions and logic so that you can be heard while you express your true feelings. Hold your head high and be honest, even if it’s frightening. So much strength comes from speaking our truth.
Strengths: 9 of pentacles (the Empress)
A strength you should connect with (no matter your gender) is your divine feminine energy. Tapping into this aspect of ourselves allows us to connect with the earth and the divine, promoting self-understanding and our access to manifestation. The 9 of pentacles signals abundance and by combining these two, you can create a beautiful life and find a state of contentment.
Release: The Star (9 of swords)
To embrace all that is coming to you, lay down your fear, anxiety, and depression, and allow yourself to hope and dream. The life you want isn’t a silly pipe dream. You have access to pleasure and joy just like anyone else, and you must release the belief that you are worth anything less.
Theme: A Win-Win Outcome is Forecast (Full moon in Libra)
“Let go of that which is falling away…”
A relationship in your life is changing, whether deepening or coming to a close. It is important to remember that some things are for a reason while others are for a season, and no matter which way it’s headed, allow it to run its intended course. No matter what happens, it’s for your highest good no matter how it feels.
Manifestation: Go Deeper (New moon in Scorpio)
“Life goes in cycles and my life is now regenerating”
You’re stepping back into your power after something that cut deep, and it’s time to go into it fully. Dig deep into what happened and see the whole picture. Experience things fully right now instead of accepting the surface level.
Angel Guidance: #36 Abundance (Joy Guide)
“Fill your heart with gratitude and appreciation for the good things in life right now. More blessed abundance is on the way”
The universe is showering you with gifts and blessings that are going unnoticed by you, and so your guides are now bringing them to your attention. Each morning, ask for something good to happen and write down what showed up at the end of the day. The universe gives back what you put out, and gratitude begets even more love and blessings!
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#Gemini new moon#new moon in gemini#new moon tarot spread#tarot pick a pile#tarot pick a card#pick a card#pick a pile#pac reading
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Hello! First of all I wanted to say that damn I love your fics, they give me so much gender euphoria and are so validating. Second, I understand if you feel unconfortable with this request but how do you think Homelander would react to reader's self harm scars? Since he's basically a god, I wouldn't be suprised by how a "fragile little creature" like a human could do this and why.
John Gillman/Homelander x male reader
Headcanons
idk why i chose this gif, he just looks so cute here.
I ignore how in canon hed probably be a horrible guy about it. I am a firm fanon believer.
In the beginning I don’t even really think John would register that his lover has self-harm scars, since it’s never something he’s thought about himself. I imagine he’s had self-harming thoughts before sure, but never cutting himself since nothing can cut through him.
Hes probably tried to hurt himself one way or another, since he isn’t really the best place mentally, or when he thinks he isn’t doing good enough and whatnot.
But at first it doesn’t really click for him, since he’s so unused to seeing scars since he has none himself. It would probably take John longer than he would like to admit for it all to make sense, and it would be after you got comfortable enough to go around in short sleeves.
Maybe you think he’s just always known, since he’s got x-ray vision and all that, so he must have known from the beginning, right? And he just never said anything about it. yeah, not really.
He will act like that’s how it all went, because there’s no way Johns gonna admit that he didn’t notice something so important, no matter if they are old or fresh. If they’re fresh, John would build a habit of checking on you every time he sees you, just in case, you know?
He might still do this, even if they are old and you haven’t done it in a long time. Because who knows, maybe things become so stressful that you need that outlet again.
Shamefully, to John at least, the hero would find himself going online to check it out. Hes got no training in mental illness or how to deal with that, which messes with him since he’s supposed to be perfect.
So he finds himself on different forums, from both people who have done it, and partners of people who have self-harmed, reading into how they deal with it or react. John being, well, John, would probably grow annoyed because its all types of emotionally vulnerable stuff, something he’s horrible at.
There is also little chance he would bring it up, at least in the beginning. Again, because it’s a new ground he’s never been on, and its an emotional conversation he can’t figure out how to navigate.
The conversation would end up coming up as you two are cuddling, and John finds himself carefully stroking the area with the scars, trying to comprehend why and how you would do that. What did you go through? There might also be some guilt, since he couldn’t save you from whatever made you self-harm, even if you guys didn’t even know each other at the time.
It would end up with you explaining it to him, since you guys are in a relationship and its all built on trust, right? And he’s been so chill about it this entire time, so why not tell him.
You almost get a heart attack when he starts getting glossy eyes and his bottom lip wobbles just a little, because John has been stressed about this since he figured it out, and he just doesn’t know how to react or what to do.
In the end its you that has to comfort him, and explain that it isn’t a big deal and nothing to cry about. But you also know it’s a new experience for John. Theres also some fear in John, since seeing your scars make your morality so clear. If you could get scars from that, imagine what others could do to you.
After some cuddling and comforting, John would tell you strictly to never do it again. You cant take him seriously though, since his usually styled hair is all mused and his eyes are pink around the edges, and, he’s pouting again.
You promise not too though, since it gets him to smile a little and cuddle you again, clinging to you as hard as he dares with his super strength. You make him vulnerable, and the Homelander part of him doesn’t like that, but the John part of him basks in it, at how human you make him feel.
Maybe hed even let slip that he had thoughts like that too, even if he couldn’t cut or burn himself like you could. That just means his self-harm shone through in more mental or extreme ways.
John builds a habit of brushing his fingers or kisses over your scars, not just the self-harm ones, but all of them. Its part to remind himself that you are so fragile, but also to remind him that you are alive and there with him.
He won’t admit this though, since its cheesy. And he grows embarrassed if you ever bring it up, making him grumble and walk away to pout. It never lasts, and he’s back not long after.
#male reader#homelander#john gillman#the boys#homelander x male reader#homelander x reader#homelander imagine#homelander headcanon#john gillman imagine#john gillman headcanon#john gillman x male reader#john gillman x reader#the boys imagine#the boys headcanon#the boys x male reader#the boys x reader
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♯ 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒 ◞ 𝑸𝑯⁴³
✰ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 ⤫ fem!norris!sister x quinn hughes
✰ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 ⤫ in which Josh's little sister goes to the Hughes Lake house with him, where two years ago Quinn and her had a one night stand.
✰ 𝐜𝐰 ⤫ slight smut?🫣 allusions to sex, some touching...no actual sex
✰ 𝐚/𝐧 ⤫ this was a fun pairing I wanted to try, as always let me know what you think <3
You sigh in relief when the car finally pulls into the driveway of the lakehouse. It wasn’t that long of a trip but it was extremely hot and you didn’t want to be stuffed in the car longer than you needed to. A small smile forms on your face as you set your eyes on the familiar house. You hadn’t been here the last two years but when Josh heard you didn’t have any plans this summer, he insisted you come along.
“I’m gonna unload our stuff, mind going inside and getting Quinn to come help me…” your brother says and you agree.
As soon as you walk into the house you’re met with various forms of greetings.
“Little Josh!” says Trevor
“The prodigal daughter returns,” from Jack
“Welcome home,” says Cole
“Look who it is, the little traitor herself,” Quinn says and that’s the only greeting you reply to.
“You’re still calling me that?”
“Are you still going to Ohio State?” he replies
“No actually, I just graduated, remember?” you ask knowing the answer. Quinn had sent you flowers as congratulations, so of course he remembers.
“That’s even worse, graduating from there. Actually I don’t know if I can allow you to stay here anymore,” he says and you hit him on the arm as he laughs. Quinn didn’t smile often, so each time he laughed at something you said or did, you got this proud little feeling in your gut. You earned that smile.
He pulls you into his chest, squeezing tight, and your eyes close as you inhale his familiar scent. Jack, Trevor and Cole all exchange awkward glances when a solid two minutes goes by and you guys are still hugging.
“Are we all getting hugs, or are those reserved for huggy bear only?” Trevor teases and you and Quinn break apart from your hug, his hands lingering on your waist as you move to pull the other guys into much shorter hugs.
“Where’s Luke?” you ask, noting his absence.
"We sent him, Dylan and Tyler to the store," Quinn says
"You trusted them to get everything you needed?" you ask amused
"It's better than sending those three," Quinn says referring to Jack, Trevor and Cole, who all look very offended and you laugh.
"Thanks for sending Quinn out to help me," Josh says dryly, walking in with 4 bags in his hands, and you wince.
"Sorry, I got distracted," you reply apologetically.
"You know where your room is, give me her bags and I'll take them to hers," Quinn says to Josh who hands him your bags.
You follow Quinn up the stairs, and linger awkwardly by the entrance of the room. Your gaze lands on the bed and instantly flashbacks appear of when you were last in this room.
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"God, you feel so fucking good."
"Open your legs for me, baby. I wanna see you."
"Don't close your eyes. Look at me."
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Your cheeks heat up and you swallow thickly before looking back at Quinn who just gives you a little smirk, knowing that you're also thinking about that night. The next morning you both agreed to forget it ever happened, but it was the best sex you've ever had and you'd be lying if you said you haven't thought about it constantly over the past 2 years.
"What?" You ask when you find him staring at you.
"I just didn't realise how much I missed you." he says
"I missed you too,"
"You wouldn't have had to miss me if you hadn't been avoiding me for two years," he says
"I haven't been avoiding you, I was just busy," you argue
"Either way, I'm glad you're here," he says and lays a kiss on your head before exiting the room.
You take a deep breath before laying on the bed and staring at the ceiling. You had hoped that your crush on your brother's best friend would have faded at least a little by now, but it's still the same, if not worse.
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A few days later you and the guys were out on the boat. Quinn was steering while the rest of the guys were wake surfing.
You could feel Quinn's eyes on you as you spoke to Tyler.
"I'm so glad you're here, I would've actually feared for my life if I was here alone with all these Michigan guys," you say and Tyler chuckles with a little wince.
"Yeah…I transferred to Michigan, remember?" he asks
"Oh my God…I totally forgot. Now I wish I had gone to Michigan instead,"you say bummed that everyone had gone there except you. Well and Jack, Trevor and Cole but it's not like you were trying to follow in their footsteps.
"I was so heartbroken that you graduated, I needed a change of scenery, you know?" Tyler says with a little grin and you shake your head. He was such a shameless flirt.
"Sure."
"I for one am glad you didn't go to Michigan," Tyler says
"Why's that?" you ask
"Cause red is definitely your colour," he says, dragging his gaze up and down your body that is clad in a red bikini.
"Tyler, you're up!" Quinn barks at him and walks over, handing you his hoodie.
"Thanks" you say, putting it on and he just nods.
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That night you were laying in bed, unable to sleep, when the bedroom door opened.
"Quinn? What are you doing here?" you ask
"I couldn't sleep, I kept thinking about…tell me you didn't sleep with him." Quinn says a little erratically and you stand up to make your way over to him, clad in only a T Shirt, his shirt, and panties.
"Sleep with who?" you ask confused
"Tyler" he grits out
"What? No, of course not," you say appalled that he would even think that, and he lets out a relieved sigh.
"Are you jealous?" you ask a little amused and Quinn glares at you.
"It's not funny," Quinn says and your eyes widen slightly.
"You are jealous. You have no reason to be jealous, Quinn. I'm not yours, and we're not together." you say and his jaw clenches.
He steps closer, lifting the hem of your shirt and putting one hand on your bare waist, pulling you closer to him. The other hand delves into your hair, tipping your head back as Quinn lowers his mouth to yours, lightly dragging his lips over yours in a whisper of a kiss before moving down laying open mouth kisses on your neck. You shudder when he sucks on a particular sensitive spot, knowing it will leave a mark.
"Quinn," you gasp
"No one else can make you feel like this and no one else touches you like I do. We may not be together but we both know you're mine." he says and moves the hand on your waist upwards to cup your breast, lightly running his thumb over your nipple, hardening it and you whimper.
"Please," you say and he smirks
"Please what?"
"Please touch me," you beg
"You have to say it first baby," he says and you whine knowing what he wants.
"I'm yours, all yours, only yours. Now please touch me," you say
Quinn takes off his clothes, leaving him in only his boxers before removing your shirt, picking you up and carrying you to the bed, gently laying you down.
"You have to be quiet, okay? As much as I'd love for Tyler to hear how good I make you feel, we don't want Josh to hear…right?" Quinn asks laying kisses from your breasts down to your stomach and you nod.
"Words baby," he says
"I'll be quiet," you say and he smiles
"Good girl," he says.
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The next morning you leave Quinn in your bed, and make your way downstairs to the kitchen, where you find Jack, Luke and Trevor sitting at the counter, whispering quietly.
"Morning," you say
"Morning," Jack replies
"Sleep well?" Luke asks with a little smile.
"Yeah, I slept great,"
"I bet you did," Trevor says with a smirk but before you can ask Quinn enters the room.
"How did you sleep Quinn?" Trevor asks
"I slept great, better than I have in a while," he says looking at you.
Trevor, Jack and Luke all exchange amused looks. Maybe you weren't as quiet as you thought last night
Before you can interrogate them, Josh enters the room, grumbling a "good morning" and making his way to the coffee machine.
"What the fuck is that?" Josh yells, striding over to you and moving your hair to the side, bending your neck in an awkward position, inspecting the hickey on your neck.
"Ow! Josh!" you exclaim swatting his hands away,
"Which one of you fuckers did it? Trevor?" Josh asks threateningly and Trevor holds his hands up.
"It wasn't me I swear. I mean I wish it was, but it wasn't." he says and both Quinn and Josh glare at him.
"Tyler!" Josh yells, running up the stairs to Tyler's room, making the same assumption Quinn almost did yesterday,
"Are you guys gonna come clean or are you gonna let him kill Tyler?" Luke asks
"Nah, we'll wait a little." Quinn says and you smile, knowing it's Quinn's way of making Tyler pay for flirting with you yesterday.
"Wanna go get breakfast?" You ask Quinn, not wanting to be here when Josh eventually connects the dots.
"Absolutely," Quinn says, grabbing the keys.
#── ❛ 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐢’𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬 ✗ QH43#quinn hughes x y/n#quinn hughes x you#quinn hughes fic#quinn hughes x reader#quinn hughes blurb#quinn hughes fluff
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I was considering this post again and realized that I had other thoughts. Because I really do think that Izzy knew he was harming Ed for a long time, way before Stede comes on the scene. It’s true—Izzy is not a reflective character. He forms complex narratives in which he is Right and everyone opposing him, or just not acknowledging his rightness, is Wrong. He can’t see things from other people’s perspectives, but I don’t think it’s a lack of empathy in the sense that he doesn’t understand other people have feelings—he doesn’t care, and he forms a narrative where the feelings they have are either wrong or don’t matter, because what’s really important is what Izzy Hands Wants.
The shock Izzy goes through when Ed and Stede connect is because he’s used to having power and now he’s losing it—Ed is the source of all his power and authority (we see this—Fang has no respect for Izzy himself, just for Blackbeard; the Revenge crew don’t acknowledge Izzy’s authority when Ed isn’t there). Without Ed, Izzy is nothing, and that in itself is enough justification, to Izzy, to do anything he wants to maintain that power. We see how far that goes, and we see that the point where it breaks, for Izzy, is when Ed explicitly says “I don’t need you.” If Ed cuts him loose himself, Izzy no longer has Ed’s authority and thereby loses his identity. Izzy has been lying to himself and continues to lie to himself throughout, even to the moment of his death—he believes that he is indispensable to Blackbeard and also knows that he’s been using Ed the entire time. He knows both, but using Ed is justified because it’s Good For Izzy. Once it’s clear he’s not indispensable, it becomes impossible for him to continue using Ed.
Izzy sees Ed as an extension of himself (toxic parental traits anyone?) and he keeps trying to bring Ed back into line where he (Izzy) is not ASHAMED of Ed—because whatever Ed does is a reflection of Izzy. And it has obviously worked for a long time, until it doesn’t. Which is when the escalation of abuse starts.
What happens with the unicorn leg is that Izzy starts to form an identity independent of Ed—Ed has violently severed the connection between them—which means that he can let go of that need to maintain control over Ed. I don’t think this is entirely healthy—we see how he begins falling into similar patterns with Stede, and he is still placing himself as advisor both to Stede and Ed and their relationship. But Izzy is able to give his speech to Ricky because he’s shifted focus—he’s now defining himself in relationship to the crew rather than to Blackbeard, so Blackbeard can be discarded by Ed because IZZY no longer needs Blackbeard (another reason why Izzy is OK with Stede and Ed’s relationship—he’s no longer defining himself by Ed, which means Stede Bonner topping Ed isn’t a reflection on Izzy. The fact that Izzy actually has started to latch onto Stede actually makes this even creepier).
And he gets the authority and power he covets—he becomes the crew’s spokesman, the brave defender of the pirate crew who always knew that this is what piracy was about.
On his deathbed, there is no longer any need to pretend to himself or to others that what he did was for anyone’s good other than himself. I think it’s less self reflection and more letting go of the performance he’s been putting on in his own head. He’s consciously honest with himself for the first time—it was all about him, never about what was good for Ed (though he still thinks that he is indispensable to Blackbeard, so when he dies, Blackbeard dies. We know this isn’t true). That honesty is very in keeping with the deathbed confession trope and makes sense to Izzy’s arc.
I don’t really know if this is all intended by the writers, but I do think that Izzy’s entire development and confession makes way more sense if it’s not pressed into a redemption arc mold.
I don’t know if this all fully hangs together, but it’s an interesting thought. If anyone else has others, I’d be interested!
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Alastor x Lucifer ; RadioApple
tags/warnings: pining, fluff because where is it? i can’t find it, might be ooc but also i don’t care? let my boy miss his man a lot little? 🤭, not explicit but as a general rule MDNI 18+
word count: 1k
author’s note: a gift to @hazelfoureyes & @sugoi-writes but no one could be more surprised about this than me lol i was just absolutely overcome with need and… here we are? 🥲✨ chapter ten: part two is on its way, promise. this was very much a ‘struck by lightning’ moment — rare and cherished. i hope you enjoy and that this aids in the waiting 🙏🏻
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Slow.
That’s how it starts. So slow it doesn’t feel any different than the usual day-to-day.
Routine.
Safety in boundaries. Both sets and manages expectations. It’s slow here, too. Concealing itself as a begrudging task one could get out of. But doesn’t.
Consistency.
Knowing what to expect. This, unlike the others, is not slow. Though quick to some, it appears to all in its own time, and it’s not alone.
Familiarity.
Blurs the line. A line that was never quite solid from the start. This is slow. And noticeable.
Nerves.
Unpredictable. Some days it’s not too bad. Follow Routine, where it’s safe. Other days, the blur looms overhead. Brings discomfort. An itch under the skin that can only be relieved by another’s hand.
Touch.
Tests boundaries. Starts slow. A light hand to the shoulder. Grabbing of a wrist during a laugh. Longer eye contact. A different heat behind the taunts. The kindling of a new flame. There is no going back.
Desire.
Burns. This feels fast, due to the false sense of security brought on by Slow. There from the start, biding its time. Waiting to be found. Always with the intent to consume.
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It’s here that Alastor finds himself, fidgeting with a pen at his desk. Head in hand, mind wandering, and eyes glossed as he stares through the windows of his tower; the Hellscape he called home beyond the pane might as well have been covered in fog. What he was looking for was far beyond the city.
Would he be back today?
A question the demon found himself wondering often. Followed quickly with a correlating, hopeful squeeze in the chest. An ache that wouldn’t bother him as much as it did if it could be satiated by his own means.
Lucifer been gone for a couple weeks now. The halls of the hotel feeling barren in his absence. Hollow without his voice.
The angel had to leave the Pride Ring to perform his annual duties and make his rounds through the other circles of Hell. Places Alastor did not have the ability to venture to, being a sinner.
Agony.
This was new, and by far the worst development. It was slow, like many of the others, but seeped into the passage of time thick as syrup. Making it heavy. Seconds passing as if carrying the weight of the world. Because they were.
Missing someone was not something Alastor was accustomed to. Not suited for, even. He didn’t have the patience for it. The stamina. Roaming the halls kept his feet busy, but not much else. How many laps could he make through the hotel before an hour passed? It was a goalpost that kept moving as his anticipation turned to restlessness.
What purpose was there in having twenty-four hours in a day in the afterlife when time was a mortal construct? Did they count the hours in Heaven as well? Or was this a punishment tailored for the damned? It was positively infuriating, and Alastor planned to have a word with his king about it upon his return.
Even if just to lament the fact that time passing in solitude had never bothered him before. When Lucifer informed him of this upcoming trip, the Overlord hadn’t given it a second thought. If anything, he recalled quipping back about finally getting some breathing room.
His majesty was a generously affectionate creature in private. Alastor only pretended to be burdened by it. His flippant, exasperated demeanor being thrown in his face with spite as he now suffered the nights alone in bed. The evening chill maliciously soaking into the left side of his body without the barrier of Lucifer’s embrace.
Comfort.
Alastor was shocked to find himself craving it with a force akin to withdrawal. This was something he had been sufficiently providing on his own for much longer than he had ever received it from others. Subjected now to use Lucifer’s pillow to fill the vacancy of his arms. It was a poor substitute. The scent not strong enough, the weight too light. No breath. No heat. No reciprocating cling.
The pen in Alastor’s hand broke with a snap. Ink shining against the leather of his black gloves as it seeped in. Alastor couldn’t bring himself to do anything other than watch it settle in and dry. A stain that couldn’t be seen, but marred its host all the same. Fitting.
Why hadn’t he asked how long this would take? In his need to seem unfazed, he had trapped himself here in the liminal space of waiting with no end in sight. The relief of this misery known only to one of them. Without so much as a phone call for courtesy.
Does he miss me?
A lump formed in Alastor’s throat at the thought, a perturbed growl following close behind. Hand empty and paper blank, his anxiety settled in his chest. Heartbeat in his ears and pulsing against his ribs as he trudged back to their bedroom that might as well have been the gallows.
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In the late hours of the evening there’s movement in the room. Air punctured with the melody of soft, even breath joined by the shedding of clothes and boots falling to the floor with abandon. Bed dipping under the familiar body crawling in, the rustling of sheets as limbs entangle without conscious thought.
Close.
Solace, but not enough. Too much to make up for to be resolved with just an eagerly anticipated embrace.
Longing and adoration are pressed into skin through hungry kisses. Starting on the shoulder and chest before moving up the neck, the jaw, the face. A furrowed brow as consciousness returns to the slumbering demon, senses blooming with recognition at his angel’s long-awaited presence.
A proper kiss now as Alastor’s arms guide Lucifer to lay atop of him. Relieved moans and heavy sighs fill the small spaces between them as hands wander and knead and cling. Time finally on their side as they exchange saccharine apologies and heartsick complaints between the touch of fingers and lips. Basking in the sanctuary that can only be found here.
Slow.
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Confessions.
18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
warnings: depression, face picking, changing for someone else, please let me know if i missed anything!
word count: 900
synopsis: Johnny agonises over his confession to Simon.
A/N: I don't know I just wanted to make him sad, also I am very sleepy so if you see a mistake no you didn't <3
Something about Johnny slowly falling in love with Simon, all the little quips and jokes he makes winning Johnny over. He loves how Simon is the only one who ever calls him Johnny, loves how Simon always checks on him first after a mission no matter how well it went. He loves that he's the only one who gets to call Simon LT, that he's the only one who can press up against the infamous Ghost and live to tell the tale, that he's the only one Simon trusts enough to see him regularly unmasked, not even Price gets that privilege. Every single thing just making him fall more and more in love with the man.
So it comes as no surprise when he finds himself standing outside of his Lieutenant's room late one night, a light flush to his skin as he knocks twice on the door. He beams up at Simon when the man answers, stepping aside for Johnny to enter his room before closing the door and asking what he's doing there so late especially the night before a mission. It makes Johnny fidget with his hands as he swallows and looks Simon in the eyes before letting the confession tumble from his lips, watching for any indication of what Simon may be feeling. He sees nothing cross the man's face and all he gets in return of his confession is a nod before being told to go to bed.
It eats at him the entire mission, the comms quieter than usual and Simon only speaking to him when necessary. He's met with silence when they reach the extraction point, Gaz being the one to ask him how he is instead, mumbling out a reply before he sits and watches Simon pass him to sit next to Price. It continues to eat at him as he watches himself slowly be pushed out of Simon's life, the touches, the jokes, the late nights becoming non existent over night.
The rejection and heartbreak worming its way into his heart and festering. Johnny watches himself slowly shut down, he smiles but it no longer reaches his eyes, he laughs but it's forced, he slowly becomes less and less of himself as he watches the man he loves distance himself no matter how much he's tried to fix things. It doesn't matter how many quips he makes over comms all he gets in return is silence, or how many times he tries to sit next to Simon, the man just getting up and moving or leaving entirely, he never gets to see him unmasked again.
All he has left is his sketches of all the moments they've shared together, the touches, the smiles, Simon's face. He falls asleep thinking of the memories of moments where they were so close together that Johnny could hear Simon's heartbeat, letting the slowly fading sound lull him to sleep. He thinks of it so often that he's not entirely sure the sound he hears in his memories is what it actually sounded like. Sits in bed and thinks about what he did wrong, how he would take back every word if it meant he got to share space with Simon again. He bites his nails down to the quick as stares at the drawings of Simon laughing, lets his fingers bleed onto the paper and smudge his sketches. He tugs at his hair and digs at his face as he lies awake at night and regrets every word that left his mouth that day, letting his fingers dig and scratch away his thoughts, covering his face in bloody scabs.
Johnny lets himself slip more and more into his own head with each passing day, if Simon notices he says nothing, not that he even looks at Johnny anymore. It all becomes too much when Simon walks onto base with another man in tow, arm looped around his waist as he presses the short man into his side and introduces him to the team as his boyfriend. He watches the other man with burning jealousy, takes in the way Simon leans into him and laughs at something he said. He looks at how the man has bright blue eyes and dark hair, how he's shorter than Simon but just as muscular, how he's soft spoken and on the quieter side, how there's a lilt of a Scottish accent in his voice but how it's not overly prominent, how it's not like Johnny's own accent, how he's like Johnny in every way but also the opposite.
He lays in bed that night and wondering if he was less brash, quieter, if his accent wasn't as prominent, if he wasn't everything he was now then would Simon like him? He lets the thought eat away at him and fester until he's a hollow shell, until he's withdrawing and becoming quieter, letting his hair grow out from his signature mohawk and he starts evening out his accent and making it more neutral. Watches as Simon's eyes start to meet his again while Johnny flutters his eyelashes and looks away so he isn't staring too long like how he used to. Listens as Simon starts to make small quips to him over the comms again, he replies in kind but in a softer voice and nothing as vulgar as he used to say. Preens as Simon compliments his hair and gives it a small ruffle as it grows out, he throws out his electric trimmer that night. Watches as he becomes less himself more someone else, someone he doesn't recognise, someone who wasn't ever him or who he thought he'd become.
#ghost#simon ghost riley#simon riley#soap#johnny mactavish#ghoap#soap x ghost#cod#call of duty#tw face picking#tw depressing thoughts#tw depression
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╰┈➤ 18+ none of these stories belong to me! this is a masterlist of all the fanfics i’ve read and reblogged! just thought it would be nice to have them all in one spot! (if your fic is on here and you wish not to be, please let me know!) some will have summaries if provided <3
ᡣ𐭩 how you can help palestine . fic recs m.list
☾ @grippingbeskar
☼ A Welcomed Distraction
⭒ meeting an old friend, who also happens to now be a member of the jedi council stirs up old feelings, but will you be able to deny them any longer?
☼ An Unsurprising Development (pt. 2)
⭒ after a whirlwind of events, you finally catch the jedi master alone again.
☼ Had You Said the Words
⭒You made one mistake. One. During the heat of battle, you lost sight of your focus, lost control, all because of one particular member of the council who sits in front of you now, saying nothing.
☾ @deakyjoe
☼ Absolution
⭒ Obi-Wan really should have let his curiosity go and avoided that flower.
☾ @murdockussy
☼ More Than A Mission
⭒ The Jedi council sends Obi-Wan and his two Padawans - Anakin and yourself - on a mission to capture an underground Bounty Hunter. If Anakin's false business deal fails, then you as the backup plan will be sent in to seduce the target - dressed as an escort, bound to send your Master into a jealous rage - while the council capture the wanted man. Will Anakin succeed? Or will you be left to your own distracting devices? And overall, will Obi-Wan be able to contain his deep temptation for you?
☼ Hearts Finally Mending
⭒ Three years had passed since the fall of the Order, and with each day that went by, your heart did anything but heal. It was as if it was doing the complete opposite, an ever-growing ache expanding in depth, you unable to shake the grief you felt for all that remained lost – your home, your friends, and the man you’d thought you’d have by your side forever.
☼ Alone
⭒ A woman from Obi-Wan’s past - Duchess Satine Kryze - is expected to say at the Jedi temple for two weeks, yourself and Obi-Wan assigned to be her assistants/escorts for the duration of her visit. Will all go smoothly? Or will your secret relationship with Obi-Wan be put to the test?
☼ Room 24
⭒ If you could gather every emotion you felt towards Obi Wan Kenobi, you were almost certain you’d be left with a burning heap of seething hot hatred – almost.
☾ @moonyswritinq
☼ Losing You
⭒ You could never resist saying no to Obi-Wan Kenobi when he needed your help. It led to a capture by the Sith, and a near death. A daring escape, a battle of hearts and good and evil, and a climax of feelings could hopefully reveal the truth within your hearts.
☾ @kxnobi on ao3
☼ Volveré
⭒ Master Kenobi is assigned to your protection. He tries to ignore the way his flesh yearns for you, trying to remind himself of the Jedi Code whenever you look his way. He can only deny himself for so long.
☾ @RosalindBeatrice on ao3
☼ Broken Drought
⭒A once-in-a-century storm blows up and you take shelter in your family's abode with your friend, Ben Kenobi.
☾ @wickedscribbles
☼ When the World Stopped Making Sense
⭒ Nothing can prepare Ziva Courtee for the devastating change that Order 66 invokes in her clone trooper comrades
☼ Tipsy on the Taste of You
⭒ Eager to be more forthcoming in your relationship with Obi-Wan, you turn to longtime confidante Padmé for help. The answer she provides opens up more doors than you would’ve dared to imagine.
☼ Under My Wing
⭒ When you’re assigned a new Master at the age of twenty, you’re not sure how the pair of you will get along. However, you soon learn that there are many perks to being Master Kenobi’s Padawan.
☼ You Make My Dreams
⭒ It’s not every day a Jedi walks -- or falls -- into your library. This one introduces himself as Obi-Wan Kenobi, and in the span of one book recommendation he’s charmed his way into your every thought. You never would’ve thought the feeling would be mutual, but then again, he’s full of surprises.
☾ @hellotherekenobi
☼ Temptation's Kiss
⭒ The three times Obi-Wan almost kissed you and the one time he did.
☾ @saradika
☼ You Make Me Feel Like Dancing
⭒ On paper, it sounds perfect. You’ll be his date, as long as he’ll be yours. Never having to be alone, no awkward moments with a stranger. It’s just too bad that you are hopelessly, head-over-heels in love with him.
☾ @221bsherlock
☼ Empty Me Out
☼ Where It Wasn't
☾ @lovelybucky1
☼ sneaking into your room
⭒Attachment isn’t the Jedi way. Obi-Wan knows he shouldn’t be sneaking to your quarters in the middle of the night, desperate to hold you. He should be in his own room, sleeping or meditating the desires away.
☾ @mischiefling on ao3
☼ Bad Idea, Right?
⭒ Your friendship with Lord Kenobi, the unofficial heartthrob of Coruscant, isn't a bad idea, right?
☾ @kagvne
☼ Like Turning On the Light
⭒ After Obi-Wan gets you and Leia back from the Fortress Inquisitorius, the feelings you have been stifling finally come to surface on your way to Jabiim.
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Happy Pride losers, I’m ready to be clowned but my dumb ass is now convinced Rogue is the Master…
Rogue and Renegade have eerily similar meanings under the right circumstance.
To rebel against an organized group. To go rogue.
An endearingly naughty person
Koschei, our second fave Renegade Time Lord
Apparently they were also called a Rogue Time Lord? I am not making this up.
Although Maestro is Master in Italian and look how that turned out
Rogue was looking at the Doctor rather nefariously, even once they were buddies. Just go through some of the scenes again. It’s harder than you’d think to tell if he’s trying to seem seductive or evil
The Master has been haunting the fuck out of the narrative lately.
Here’s my thread on just how much
When I saw the first trailer, I instinctively thought “ballroom dance guy” was gonna be the new Master
The inside of Rogue’s ship has controls eerily similar to the configuration of a TARDIS.
Rogue is obviously a time traveler if he has that space ship and knows DnD
DnD might be a dead giveaway
Was Rogue’s name being inspired by DnD necessary to include? Cute thing the writers wanted to put in, or clue?
Why would Rogue know what DnD was but not know what cosplay or improv was?
The Master has been taken prisoner by the Toymaker, infamous for his love of? Games. You know who also has a running theme of “winning” and “losing”? The Master
In DnD you play as a character and rely on skill and chance to survive within the confines of a structured storytelling game. Bending the rules is often involved. The Master tried that against the Toymaker and failed.
DnD players will often have little tiny figurines of their characters. Remind you of anything?
the Master is a dnd rogue archetype. Trickster, lone wolf, shapeshifter.
If the Doctor is symbolically trapped in a TV show, is the Master trapped in a game? If the Toymaker is the DM, is he going rogue against the Toymaker?
The Master is infamous for their disguises and “cosplays” and has catfished the Doctor before.
Rogue is almost suspiciously too much the Doctor’s type. He’s like the love child of River Song and Jack Harkness. He is exactly the type of character the Master would create to lure and seduce the Doctor.
He and the Doctor just…get each other. It’s like they’ve known each other for much longer than a few hours. They’re too cushy (haha)
Rogue threatened to kill the Doctor, and then imprisoned him in a nice little cage. Familiar?
He tried to make the Doctor kill Ruby, who we all know is just Clara 2.0. Familiar?
He knows too much and too little
He knew the party was attended by alien birb people but only knew about one alien birb? And did he reaaaally think Doc was an alien bird?
The Dancing. They knew they wanted there to be a dance party before they even settled on a time period setting for the episode. Enough said.
The ring was…interesting
That’s a lot of commitment, even if only a promise ring. Something tells me he intended it as an engagement ring though
Someone tried to write a book in the 80s where 5 and Ainley were ex spouses, but it was shot down
Just an unrelated detail, but a ring on the pinky is a gay thing
Mirroring. Thoschei do that. A lot.
The scene where they kept turning on and off the music
“You!” “No, you!” “no, you!”
The way they danced
You remember that lady’s hand that picked up the Master in his widdle toof? Hand of the Rani?
This episode was written by two women. The Master would literally be in women’s hands
I remember watching Sacha Dhawan’s Spy Master for the first time and going…darn, he reminds me so much of Avengers era Loki. Kate Herron directed season 1 of the Loki Series and had a lot of creative control. Would it really be surprising if RTD (confirmed Loki fan) went to her for the Master after Sacha?
Didn’t Russell say he’s leaving the Master for “other writers?”
“The Master is parked” did he happen to park a Tardis disguised as an everyday spaceship???
References
“When I see him, I’ll know” and he is drawn to Rogue like a magnet.
“Travel with me” who must you be to want the Doctor to be your companion instead of vice verse
“We can argue across the stars”
“I’m trigger happy” feels really fucking intentional
He said “find me.” If he is the Master, the person he lost was the Doctor, and the Master and Doctor always find each other
Scream of the Shalka? And didn’t the Master fall through the floor like 40 times in Curse of Fatal Death? Richard E Grant was the Doctor in both of those.
For more, @bugeater77 and friends have this lovely thread
Guys CHECK MY REBLOG, RTD posted something wild.
#Thoschei#the master#doctor/master#doctor who#doctor who spoilers#rogue doctor who#ncuti gatwa#jonathan groff#sacha dhawan#15th doctor#I’m delusional but I am free
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