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klbwriting · 2 months

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Not Romeo, Not Juliet

Chapter 11: Enrage It

Fandom: Red Hood

Pairing: Jason Todd x f!reader

Warnings: violence, blood, the usual

Summary: Jason goes looking for YN

Taglist: @amberpanda99

Let grief / Convert to anger; blunt not the heart, enrage it

— MACBETH, ACT 4 SCENE 3

Jason couldn’t do this alone. He knew he would need Dick’s help, but he wasn’t sure if Dick would do it. For the first time since he had come out of the pit he considered turning towards Old Gotham, towards Wayne Manor, towards Bruce and Batman and all the pain that would be involved with seeing his father again. He kept driving, hoping that Dick wouldn’t make him to go back there, not yet. He would do it for YN, but he desperately wanted to wait, to not be so scattered and angry and terrified when he saw Bruce again. By the time he got back Dick was already up and dressed in his Nightwing getup.

“Dick…” Jason said softly. His brother walked over and hugged him, Jason sagging against him as he let go, just a little bit.

“I’m not going to let her get hurt, no matter who she is she’s innocent right now,” he said. Jason nodded.

“She’s not going to be Maroni’s heir…” Jason said, trying to make sure Dick understood. He held up a hand.

“Not now, let’s get her safe first and then we can talk about it,” he said. Jason went to the loft, getting his gear. “I know the dock she’s in well,” Dick said when he rejoined him in the living room. “Falcone likes it because its just an open warehouse, you can hear pretty much everything in there. The last time I had to deal with a hostage situation there he had them in the middle of the room, tied to a chair, no surprise bombs or anything. He is probably hoping to get the money before Batman shows up, but we are the only ones who know about YN’s disappearance so we can get there first, no crossfire between Falcone and Maroni and no Batman to bring up our traumatic past.” Jason’s mouth quirked up a little at Dick’s joke.

“She doesn’t know about my whole Red Hood thing,” Jason said. Dick nodded.

“Red Hood? That is so much better than Red Helmet, I’m going to get that spreading online before the end of the day,” Dick said, grabbing some gear from a wall safe. Jason put on his helmet and they headed down to the garage to get their bikes. “Before we go, one question, how did you explain getting shot?”

“I didn’t, she was stitching me and then you came in so didn’t really get around to telling her why I had a hole in me,” he said, climbing on his bike. “Should I tell her?” “I have no idea, that will depend on how you feel about her knowing, but let’s worry about that after we rescue her,” Dick said. Jason started his bike and then headed towards the docks.

Dick was right about the warehouse, no matter what Jason did he was loud, so he decided to just go in guns blazing. He would go in while Dick would get YN. Jason wanted to be the person to free her and get her out, but he worried that the rage that was filling him would cause him to screw up, to hurt her somehow, so he was trusting Dick. Jason walked in the front of the warehouse, seeing YN tied to a chair, face bloody, eyes dazed, probably concussed. Falcone was standing over her, asking her a question.

“Go fuck yourself,” she answered, spitting blood in his face. He slapped her, drawing a yelp from her that set Jason’s blood on fire. His vision was tunneling, fists clenched tight in his gloves. Falcone had six guys with him, but Jason wasn’t worried, he didn’t really feel anything other than wrath. He was death incarnate, and he would be taking his fair share of flesh today.

“Who are you?” Falcone asked. Jason just cocked his head to the side, drawing out the gun that Dick didn’t know he had. He wasn’t going to let himself get shot again, wasn’t bringing knives to gun fights again. He fired at the first two gangsters that ran at him, possibly killing them, he wasn’t honestly sure. Falcone waved a hand for the rest of this guys to attack, two had handguns and fired but Dick had lent him some Kevlar, so he just grunted, pushing through the pain and pulling out one of his knives. The first guy to reach him received a stab to the shoulder, Jason twisting the knife and yanking up, slicing through the tendons and muscles. The thug fell, gripping the wound while Jason moved on to the next attacked, backhanding him in the face with his gun, knocking to the ground and firing into his leg. Now there were two left, still trying to shoot him as he moved. He headbutted one before turning to the other and shooting him also in the knee. Just Falcone now.

. “What do you want?” he asked, stepping in front of his hostage, trying to put on a brave face. He must be hoping that Maroni would arrive, and Jason would get distracted. But no one was coming. Jason held his gun to Falcone’s head.

“How much will you give me to let you keep breathing?” Jason asked seeing Dick sneaking behind Falcone, freeing YN.

“Anything, I have endless cash, you want a million? Two million?” the boss answered, voice cut with slight hysteria. Jason chuckled, the sound coming out static and strangely horrifying over the modulator.

Dick and YN were out the back, the door loud enough to make Falcone turn around. Jason didn’t wait, firing into the side of the man’s head. He wasn’t ever going to use YN again. The rage slowly left Jason as he headed out of the warehouse. He looked at himself, his knife, the gun. What had happened? Everything was hazy now, like he’d been outside of himself. He looked back at the carnage behind him, groans of pain, heard the sirens nearby. He needed to get away, but where? Where could he go after causing this destruction? He got on his bike and just started driving.

Dick had panicked when he dropped YN off and Jason didn’t show. He had been sure that Jason would go right to the apartment after changing, but it had been over an hour since she had gotten home, and he still wasn’t around. He sighed, going and changing himself, coming back to the apartment and knocking. YN answered with a knife. He actually chuckled a little.

“I heard about you getting taken, I was going to come offer assistance but it's clear someone else already did,” he said. She opened the door and let him in. “Have you seen Jason?”

“No, my mom said he came by earlier, I don’t know where he went,” she said. Dick nodded.

“He called me, I called the police, how did they get you back so fast?” he asked. She shrugged, looking to the side, clearly trying to come up with some sort of excuse.

“Don’t know, I was passed out from what Falcone did,” she said. Dick nodded. “I might know where Jason is, can you stay with my mom? I’m worried my…father, might come.” He nodded again. “I’ll call you if I find him.”

She wound around the same couple blocks a few times, wondering if Dick would follow her, but she didn’t think so, maybe her mom being sick was helping. Who leaves a sick woman home alone after her daughter was just kidnapped and saved by vigilantes? One of them being her boyfriend. She knew it was Jason who came to save her, could tell in the way he walked, in the swing of his shoulders, the way his body went rigid when he felt anger. She had memorized Jason Todd over the last few months, expecting him to vanish as soon as school was over, leaving her with nothing but memories, so she made sure she would never forget a single thing about him. She could now add the memory of him coming to find her, distracting Falcone while Nightwing, who she was assuming was Dick, came to the rescue.

She slid out of the dumbwaiter into the basement playground to the welcome sight of Jason laying on top of the monkey bars, staring at the ceiling. His helmet was on the ground, along with his jacket and the bullet proof vest he had been wearing. He didn’t move as she approached so she assumed he had fallen asleep. She picked up the helmet and banged it on the bars a couple times, the ringing enough to jar him to life. He sat up and almost got stuck between bars. He looked at her and she waved the helmet at him.

“Fuck…” he muttered, jumping down and taking it out of her hands. “Well, guess this secret is out.”

“It was out the moment you walked into that warehouse; you know that you have a slight limp, right?” she asked. It wasn’t super noticeable, but Jason had taken a bad fall off a rooftop once, shattered his ankle. He was still able to do anything that required his legs but even the Lazarus Pit couldn’t erase four years of walking weird. “You saved me.” She reached out, moving to hug him but he pulled back like she’d struck him. “Jason?”

“Why would you want to touch me after seeing what I did?” he asked, tossing the helmet down. She looked confused. “I killed a few of those guys, I killed Falcone without a second thought, I’m a murderer.”

“I’m sorry that you killing the guys who took me hostage and beat me really doesn’t make you the bad guy,” she said. “I mean look at me…” She peeled off her jacket, pulled her hair up, she was covered in contusions, and cuts. “They dragged me down my apartment stairs by my ankles, my brain is probably just a step above goo at this point. I honestly wish you would have killed all of them.” He frowned.

“That’s something Maroni would say…”

“O fucking hell, don’t you dare act like me being angry at those men and being glad they’re dead puts me on the same level as my asshole father. You were the one person I thought would understand that just because I’m happy those guys who were all terrible, are dead wouldn’t make me a bad person,” she said. Jason looked down, years of Bruce’s talks about the importance of all lives conflicting with the feelings of the moment. “You are a hero Jason; you came to get me when no one else would. Falcone has done nothing but terrorize the Narrows for years and you have now stopped him. Don’t you dare think that you’re anything less than a savior.” She took his face in her hands, gently tracing the scar on his face. “I know its hard, what you did, and I thank you for doing something that is clearly difficult, but you should not be angry at yourself for this, you can be angry at them for taking me, you can be angry at me for being taken, but not at yourself for saving me.” Jason finally gave in, pulling her close to him, breathing in her essence, her very being.

“I love you, I’m sorry it took me so long to find you,” he whispered. She held him as he let the tension he had been feeling. God he was going to need so much more therapy after today, but right now he was able to let it go and just revel in the moment, the rage was gone and all that he felt now was peace.

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crushedsweets · 3 months

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OK I NEED TO CLEAR MY ASKBOX

IM JUST GONNA ANSWER A TON OF THEM HERE SO I DONT CLOG UP MY FEED....

hi >.<

this is so fucking sweet i remembered how happy i was when i first got my car. i cried everyday for a week straight because i was so happy. very glad yall got to watch me get my first car. i spend over an hour in her every day commuting now. LMFAOOO (i named her lindsay btw) ((after tdi lsinday)). im so sorry im late but thank you so much this meant sm !!! <3

you asked me this in august im evil oh my god. anyway i aagree. but i am always inclined to forever think he's a midwest emo guy. twin sized mattress forever

SHE NEEDS AND DESERVES SO MANY.

im immediately inclined to say clocky or toby the second i see time and fire mentions. so ticciwork. my clocky is often a bit messy so she'd be pissed and angry and upset over the sort of war she's found herself in, especially as she sees toby just falling deeper into it. 'my god, was i oblivious?' when she finally realizes toby will always, always put Slenderman before her. frustrating. 'hell stays hungry for a world so weak' natalie is hungry for a good world, but she thinks everyone is too weak for goodness, meanwhile toby is hungry for power so he can make everyone else seem weak. etc. 'they only want you to bleed' they being slendy, operator, zalgo, etc etc etc... power, being a pawn, fighting, using humans as toys in a battlefield, etc etc.. yeah

RELEASE ME JOEY

i genuinely think nina is a really good influence on so many of the creeps. like theyre all assholes, traumatized, refuse to believe in the good in the world, etc etc. but nina is traumatized and still kickin. she comes in like ^_^ hello chat. and i think that, while its still important to feel the shitty feelings, it's really grounding to see someone whos just so .. able to be happy. idk. someone who SEEKS joy, rather than expects it to fall into their lap, and blames the world when it doesnt

this si perfect idk why i forgot about bats for him. gotta get back into this idea

AHHH OK I WILL DO MORE EVENTUALLY i just wanna say thank yewww i think theyre such a good sibling dynamic. like little brothers and big sisters and both being little assholes to eachother but would die for the other. idk. ugh. important to me.

actually this sounds really sweet..... thats funny cuz i was JUST talking to a friend about who i would have EJ go endgame with if i had to, but i couldnt settle on anyone. but liu seems like a good fit for ej. i think they'd be super sweet

ANON ME TOO AHHHH ITS LITERALLY MY FAVORITE FUCKING THING EVER. I DONT GAF ABOUT EVIL MEAN 'CANON' SLENDER I LOVE WHEN HE'S A DAD AND WORRIES AND STRESSES. IEPFB AND KASTOWAYS SLENDY>

AH THANK YOU!!! he reminds me of my little cousins HAHA theyre like 10-14 right now and theyre all cuties.... just playing roblox and being mischievous...

THIS IS ABOUT THE BLUSHING NAT DRAWING ISNT IT AHAH OMG THANK YOU!!! i think shes so cute. i know she cant handle compliments. she's either deadpanned 'thanks' or just covers her face and says 'shut up' cuz she doesnt know what to do.

I LOVE HER TOO!!!

GOOD NEWS THEN ive drawn her a handful of times since u sent this HAHA TYSM

you sent like... natobina i think... ok tbh kinda slaps

OK REAL but also when i read it i keep reading it as 'cochina' and i cannot bring myself to name the throuple that </3 HAHA

TBH AHAHA I SEE IT. TOBYS AMETHYST GARNETS NATALIE AND NINA IS STEVEN.

i want jeff to ache in his loneliness

i need to draw connie asap but also THANK YOU SO MUCH AGAIN FOR THE CAR CONGRATS I REALLY APPRECIATE IT IM SO HAPPY I LOVE MY CAR SO MUCH i gotta go vaccuum her..

shes such a cat to me. feline. of sorts, if you will

also good news for you anon, i have also drawn her an ungodly amount of times since youve sent this. LOL

THEYRE MY ANGELS I HAVE MORE OF THEM !!! I LOVE THEM!! AHHHGGG

literally the second that people tell me i made them start to like clocky i am overwhelmed with joy. i feel so much ache when people aren't fond of her bc shes so fucking cool and such a good character and so much fun. so sad that 2015 era creepypasta fandom destroyed her. but im here to fix it...

IM SORRY ANON I BARELY DRAW HIM HES JUST SO BOYISH I LAUGH EVERYTIME I SEE HIM FKAHAHAAH OK OKOK ILL CHANGE ILL DRAW HIM I SWEAR

I REMEMBER WHEN I FIRST STARTED DOING EMOJI ANONS BAHAHA u guys r funny

incredibly. happy. to do this to u.

nope! im not too interested in the 2021 nina just cuz i feel like i've seen that character concept many times (not just in jane), BUT if i had to do my own intepretation of her, 2021 nina would be INCREDIBLY immature in like. not a childish way, but an entitled, angry-fueled adult who cannot comprehend anyone else's thoughts/feelings. and thus, would despise OG nina (although within reason, OG nina idolizes the person who killed her family) . but even if there wasnt a good reason to dislike OG nina, she'd be mean. and OG nina would be mad and bitch. and theyd theyd fight. HAHA

I-IF...???????? ANON?

HELD TO THE FUCKING BRIM

#asks #ok thats 30 asks.#wow #ok #i was skipping things that are requests for art/headcanons just cuz i dont wanna throw a drawing/hc in this thing so HAHA

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runningfrom2am · 8 months

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i am a god

summary: after a fatal bar fire leaves the whole city distraught, your best friend can’t help but notice that you couldn’t care less.

pairing: jj maybank x fem!reader

wc: 3.9k

tags/warnings: possession, violence, blood, gore, s/h elements, death, all that fun stuff. also reader is a psycho. semi-platonic jj x reader, SOME jjiara (i couldnt resist- sorry kie girl ily), implications of a non-straight reader, manipulation.

a/n: this is for day one of obx week!! day one: au with jj maybank! if you couldn’t tell by now, i went with a jennifer’s body au. don’t ask why, it honestly just came to me in a raven simone style vision and i honestly hate the final product. but i thought it was so perfect getting into the spooky season :)

i hope you enjoy and i’ll see you again tomorrow for my first ever john b fic!!

disclaimer!! : please be mindful of the warnings on this one! there are references to assault and violence and self-harm so if any of this is disturbing for you please do not read this! come back tomorrow for some fluff :)

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"JJ, it's literally not that deep. Don't be a baby. It'll be fun." You scoff, throwing your bag over your shoulder as you get up off his bed.

"For you, maybe. I don't get why I have to come." JJ sighs, following you down his hallway anyways as you sway your hips in the cocky way you always do.

"Because we're best friends. Duh."

"Okay, sure, but what am I meant to do when you ditch me to go hook up with the lead singer like you're insisting you will?"

"His name is Rafe Cameron, and he's an absolute rocket." You giggle. "You're not gonna join us?" You tease, turning to him and tilting your head.

"No, Y/N. I'd really rather not." JJ pushes your hands away as you reach out to fix his shirt.

"You're so boring, J." You pout, huffing and walking out the door. As usual, JJ follows like a lost puppy.

At school the next day, all anyone can talk about is how the bar you had been in got burnt down. All JJ can think about is that awful dream he had after he saw you off in the bands van, leaving him behind to go have sex with Rafe Cameron. The dream that you'd come back to his house, eaten all his food, and puked this awful black liquid all over his floor before trying to attack him, hesitating, and then running out- he even dreamt that he cleaned it all up. The uneasy feeling in his gut the only tangible evidence of the event.

"JJ, would you believe it if I told you he genuinely believed I was a virgin?" You whisper in the boys ear, coming seemingly out of nowhere and draping your arm over his shoulder in the school hallway.

"Honestly? No, I wouldn't." JJ replies, slamming his locker shut. "He must have been dumber than I imagined."

You giggle, taking a step back from him to lean against the lockers. "Even so, the sex was subpar at best. It was really upsetting. Almost traumatic, even." You sigh dramatically.

"Can't you have the slightest bit of empathy? People died last night, Y/N." JJ whispers, hoping you're not drawing too much attention to them in the quieter than normal hallway.

You roll your eyes. "Loosen up, Jayj. It's literally not that deep."

"It is, actually!" JJ replies, shocked as you start to walk away.

"Love ya! Catch you later." You blow him a kiss and strut off, leaving him to shake his head in embarrassment. You've always been a force to reckon with, and truly no one understood why the two of you were friends, but even this was out of character for you.

Later that day, Topper Thornton had turned up dead in the forest behind your school. You had paid no mind. It had been a month since then, and JJ saw you in person less and less, despite how close you always had been. You called him frequently though, hushed voices crackling over the landline late at night to make up for missed time.

He took the opportunity of you not incessantly calling him to invite over his girlfriend. Kie had always put up with your friendship, but she wasn't your biggest fan- the way you walked all over him never rubbing her the right way. Why would it? Regardless, she was thankful to spend some time with him one on one without you there to ruin her mood.

It's when JJ freezes on top of her, muttering about how something is wrong and he needs to find you, that Kie snapped. Internally, that is. That was the final straw. She would go to the upcoming formal with him, and then they were done. She just couldn't take it anymore. JJ didn't really care that when both of them fled his house to their separate cars, Kie had left in a huff with a slam of her door. He was only really worried about you.

The panic rose in his chest as he got on his bike, revving up the engine and taking off. He didn't know where he was driving, just that he was driving to you. He took a right onto a dead street he hardly ever drove down, scanning the dark street based only on his gut feeling that you were close. What he didn't expect, was seeing you stumble out of the woods, if that even was the word, covered in blood as the red fluid dropped down your chin.

He screams, swerving out of the way as you stop right in his path, almost rolling his bike in an attempt to not hit you. He screeches to a stop at the side of the street, looking around frantically with his chest heaving. You were gone. JJ thinks he's going crazy- did he see what he thought he saw? There's no way, right?

As he shakes his head to knock some sense into himself, he looks forward and sees you standing right in front of him again. "Hi, J." You smile. Did you always have fangs?

JJ screams again, hammering the reverse and flying back on the bike, frantically turning around and speeding off. Whatever that was was not you. That was not his best friend.

In his panic and fear, he made it home and screamed for his father who JJ, for the first time ever, wished was home. Of course he wasn't. He sighs and wipes away his fearful tears, running upstairs to his room and crawled into bed in the dark. He lets out a sigh of relief- finally, he should be able to sleep, hellbent on admitting himself to a psych ward first thing in the morning. He must be losing his mind.

"Hi." He jolts up when he hears you speak, cheery as ever and feels you shift beside him to sit up.

"Oh my god!" He screams, leaping out of bed and smacking the light on.

"God, JJ- enough with the screaming! You're such a pussy." You say, kneeling on his bed in nothing but one of his t-shirts and your underwear.

"Get out!" JJ shouts in response, cutting you off and pointing to the door.

You pout, placing your hands on your lap. "But we always share your bed when we have slumber parties." JJ takes in your appearance. You were clean, head to toe; not a hair out of place or a drop of blood to be seen.

He doesn't say anything, breathing heavily as he stares at you in partial relief. He may be crazy, but at least you're not trying to kill him. You sit up on your knees and move to the edge of his bed, reaching out to him with a small smile on your face. "I'm not gonna bite you..." You smile, placing your hands on his shoulders, gently rubbing them.

"I'm afraid you might." JJ mutters, uncertain as he feels you play with the hair at the back of his neck.

Your smile grows slightly and you pull your lower lip between your teeth. "Only if you want me to." You shrug, suddenly leaning in. Closer, closer, until your lips are almost touching.

JJ is horrified, frozen as you brush your thumb over his bottom lip before ever so gently pushing your lips together. He can't even bring himself to close his eyes while you kiss him, but something draws him into the temptation to kiss you back. Eventually, as you lay back on the bed, he lays over you and kisses you again, in some sort of trance as you hook your leg up over his hip.

"Wait- what the fuck is happening?" He quickly pushes himself off of you and sits up.

"My god, J bug, what's gotten into you?" You chuckle, sitting up again and tilting your head at him in a way he's all too familiar with.

"I saw you! I saw- I saw you in the street covered in blood and now you're just here like nothing happened and we're kissing and I have a girlfriend and you know that and I-" JJ rambles on in a panic, trying desperately to figure out what is going on with him.

"Blah, blah, blah-" You cut him off. "Slow down, tardy slip. You sound like a sped."

"I'm gonna call the police." JJ nods, settling on what he has to do, even if he doesn't know how they'll help.

"Uh, okay, why don't you narc me out? I have the cops in my back pocket. I'm fucking a cadet, remember?" You say smugly, crossing your legs and leaning back.

"What do you want from me?" JJ sighs. He knows you're right, and he's crazy anyways- so what would calling the cops even do?

"I just want to explain some things to you." You admit. "Besides, best friends don't keep secrets. Right?"

JJ just nods, waiting for you to continue.

"'Kay, so remember the night of the fire? I got really messed up. And those guys from Low Shoulder, Rafe's band, are like totally evil. They're basically like agents of Satan with really awesome haircuts." You explain the whole ideal- how you insisted you were a virgin and they should find someone with more experience if their plan was assault. True fear like none other completely enveloped you, up until you passed out from blood loss and pain from their masochistic ritual- all in an attempt to get famous. From the second you left JJ's side at the burning dive bar you knew something wasn't right. Fear was the last emotion you felt, but you left that, and the fact that you were screaming for him in what should have been your final moments, out of the story.

"They killed you..." JJ mutters, a tear dropping quickly from his eye and staining his shirt.

"Well I'm still here, aren't I?" You scoff, seemingly unfazed now by the horrific events. "I mean, they did go all Benihana on my ass with that knife and it should have killed me, but for some reason it didn't."

JJ shifts uncomfortably. "Maybe it did."

"Anyway," You quickly brush off his comment, avoiding his eyes as you pick at your nails. "I don't really remember what happened after that. I just know that I woke up and I found my way back to you."

"I remember." JJ nods. He wasn't dreaming- it was real. It was all real, and he curses himself for not checking his trash to see if he really had cleaned up your mess that night.

"I couldn't bring myself to hurt you." You smile softly at him, leaning now on your elbow. "I mean, I'm a really good friend, but I was just so hungry. And ever since then, I just knew what I had to do to be strong."

JJ goes to speak, trying to understand but he has so many questions, when you just continue anyways. "And when I'm full, like I am right now, I'm like, unkillable." You say, a smug tone to your voice. "Like, I can do shit like this. Watch."

You grab a pen from beside the bed, and before JJ can even get a word out you're plunging the tip into your forearm and dragging it down towards your wrist. His eyes widen in horror, reaching out for you as you remove the metal from your arm. "It's really cool! Just watch, look." You stop him, the lighthearted tone of your voice settling him only slightly as he watches the blood drip down your skin. Within moments, all of the blood retreats the way it came, back into your body as the deep cut seals back up.

You smile and make a sucking noise, mimicking the one your skin made as the cut completely disappeared. "It's like some X-Men shit, right?"

JJ watches in awe and confusion, staring at the place on your arm where your skin should still be broken. "What do you mean, 'when you're full'?" He asks after a moment, eyes returning to yours again. "Why were you covered in blood?"

Your smile fades quickly as you look back at him, unsure how to explain. Or if you want to.

"You didn't even look human." JJ adds, genuine fear and worry behind his eyes.

"You know, J-Bug, maybe you should talk to somebody about these disturbing thoughts that you're having..." You shake your head at him as you speak. "We're all really concerned. Especially Kie."

JJ shakes his head and stands up. He didn't expect you to gaslight him, especially when you just showed him to his face that you're invincible now, and now that he knows what really happened to you the night of the fire. "I think she may be having second thoughts about you." You continue, and he's fed up. He points to the door dejectedly.

"Leave." He tells you firmly.

"Come on, JJ, let me stay the night." You plead. "We can play boyfriend-girlfriend like we used to." It sounds like you're offering it to him, like it should be something tempting, but it isn't to him. Or at least he thinks it shouldn't be- but in reality he would love nothing more than to let you stay.

He sighs, looking away from you. He knows he wouldn't be able to say no. You nod almost sadly to yourself and get up, pulling your pyjama pants on before climbing up to the window.

"What are you doing?" He asks as he turns, seeing you go to the window instead of the door as you climb up onto the ledge.

"Uhm, you said to leave. See you at school." You reply snarkily, and before he says anything else, you're gone.

After attending another funeral for a boy JJ hardly knew and then one for a girl he also hardly knew, with new information knowing that his best friend was the one doing this, he couldn't just sit on it. He had to do something, he had to figure out what was wrong with you. He started with something he never did; reading.

He concluded after weeks of reading, that you're possessed. More specifically, by a succubus; and he's going to have to kill you. A blade to the heart when you're at your weakest. Even though he hasn't spoken to you since you left his room that night, he doesn't know if he can do it. But he certainly can't sit and watch while you kill every boy or girl in your school and eat them for brunch.

His breakup with Kie was hard- but she didn't believe him. He could see it in her eyes when he tried to explain that she thought he was crazy- that he needed help. To Kie, of course he would ditch their plans to go to the dance together just to "watch" you. She should have known that he was always going to choose you.

As she walks to the spring formal all alone, her lavender dress swaying in the breeze, she's startled by the sound of a bird flapping its wings not far away. When she turns back around, she's faced with you. "Kie, didn't you hear me calling your name?" You ask, ignoring how startled she already seems.

"You weren't." Kie looks you over. Under your makeup your eyes are sunken, you look tired and thin- despite any attempts made to cover it up.

"Yes I was." You insist.

"I-I couldn't hear it." She stutters, uneasy with the interaction already.

"Listen, I need to talk to you about you-know-who." You say, wringing your hands in front of you as if you're nervous. "Our little J-Bug."

Kie nods a little. While she's never been your biggest fan, it seems that you do have his best interest at heart. You're worried about him too. You grab her hand and lead her off towards the old pool building so you can talk somewhere more private.

"He's been... acting a little off." Kie says as you head up towards a wooded area.

You sigh, stopping and turning to face her. "Look, I think I know what's wrong with him."

"What? What is it?"

"You know how JJ has been really upset since Sophie Mally died?" You say, dropping her hand. Kie nods, looking confused. "Well, it's not just because she was like, brutally murdered and stuff." You hesitate, bringing a hand up to your head. "I don't want to say this, I-"

"Just say it." Kie insists, already battling with what she knew you were about to say.

"JJ and Sophie were intimate." You say, suddenly showing no hesitation. "And by that, I mean they were porking on a semi-regular basis." Any empathy in your tone and face was long gone, Kie could see that, but it looked like you were trying.

She just shakes her head a little, avoiding looking at you. It's not entirely beyond the realm of possibility that he was cheating, and hearing someone you're close with get murdered could cause a mental break like the one he was clearly having. She just expected that if he was ever to cheat, that it would have been with you. She didn't want to believe it, though.

"Trust me, they were doing things you've never even heard of. Total varsity moves." You add when she doesn't reply.

"Okay, Y/N! I get it!" She snaps, surprisingly making you smile.

"I just, you know- I can't believe he would mess with you like that. I told him it was wrong, that he shouldn't do that to you but I was totally caught in the middle. I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner... I was just scared, I guess." You explain, smile faltering towards the end. "I didn't want to hurt him, but I see now how it could hurt you more. I didn't want anyone to get hurt. Truly. I care about you both so deeply."

Kie chews on her lip as she listens. If you were in her shoes, it would be really hard. She understands why you wouldn't tell her, even if she needed to know.

"I care about you so much, Kie." You add, grasping her hand again. "More than I have ever had the guts to admit."

You step closer, running your hand up her arm now. "JJ didn't deserve a girl like you."

As JJ stands inside the gym, basking in the sickening irony of Low Shoulder agreeing to play at their formal, he faces the nerves that he hasn't seen you yet. Thankfully, he also hasn't seen Kie, who he begged not to come. She was stubborn, like you, so he expected his ex to show up anyways just to spite him.

As he lifts the plastic cup of punch up to his lips, he gets a shiver that reverberates through all his bones like he just jumped in a frozen lake. Kie. Your voice echoes in his mind, and suddenly it's no wonder he hadn't seen either of you there.

He rushes out of the building following only his gut instinct- like when he got on his bike all those weeks ago. His intuition will take him to you.

By the time he runs away from the school, through the forested area and up to the pool house, he can hear Kie screaming for help. He rushes in through a window, stumbling over the overgrown vines and his eyes land on you and Kie in the dirty pool. "Kie!" He shouts, making only brief eye contact with her before you turn from where you had your back to him. Your jaw looked almost unhinged- and there were those fangs again, this time covered in the blood of his ex girlfriend while the colour drains from her skin.

He dives in without another thought, attempting to pull you off of her, shoving you away as quickly as he can. Under the water you see the two of them- JJ between Kie and you. You can't hurt him. You just can't. They scramble to get out of the water and you find yourself levitating out instead- it's more graceful, that way. Kie should be embarrassed, you think- suppressing the urge to laugh at her as they struggle.

"She can fly?" Kie coughs out, blood pouring from the puncture wounds in her neck now.

"I guess!" JJ replies, just as your feet land on the ground. "Y/N- this is insane! You can't keep killing people!"

"God, you just don't get it." You scoff, crossing your arms.

"No, I do. I do, I know what's going on with you." He insists, still standing between you and Kie.

You shake your head, rolling your eyes at him. "God, J-Bug, don't you care about me at all? If you know everything about me like you say you do, you should know I have to do this."

"You don't! If you were the Y/N I knew you would have killed yourself to avoid this." JJ says, and the air gets thick. "You were never a good friend to me! When we were little you broke my toys, poured juice in my shoes, not to mention all the weed you never paid me a dime for, but you would never do this."

"And now I'm eating your girlfriend." You scowl. "See? At least I'm consistent."

"Why do you need her?" He asks, dirty water dripping from his hair and down his face and neck. "You could have anybody that you want, Y/N. So... why Kie?"

"Ugh, god. Boys are so dumb sometimes." You chuckle to yourself. "You know why."

JJ's chest is heaving as he takes in your appearance. You look nothing like you used to.

"You're actually gonna make me say it?" You laugh, Kie jumping a little where she's sitting on the ground behind him, startled by the loud noise. "Because you're my boyfriend. I have loved you for years in a way no one else ever has. A way no one else ever will."

"Do you mean that?" JJ mutters.

"JJ!" Kie gasps, shocked that he would even consider believing this crap.

"Every word, babe." You smile softly, nodding as you step closer to him.

"JJ, come on! You can't be buying this!" Kie cries out.

"I mean it, I swear." You say again, attempting to drown her out as you place a hand on his cheek. He flinches only slightly before leaning into your touch. "I pinky promise."

For the first time in months, you were being real- you had the energy to be yourself, despite the fact that you were starving. You couldn't live a life like this without him, and you wouldn't leave him behind.

"Come with me." You whisper, leaning closer. "We can be perfect together, J."

He glanced briefly down at Kie, who no longer has the energy to protest.

"Don't you love me?" You ask, jutting your lip out in a familiar pout and you tilt your head.

"I.. I do, yeah." He nods, his voice barely above a whisper.

"This will only be a pinch, J-Bug." You smirk, kissing him briefly, softly, before moving quickly down to his shoulder and biting down on his soft skin. He cries out until you pull away, a small smile forming on your blood stained lips.

You've never looked more beautiful to him.

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WITSEC Part 3: Truth be Told - Will Halstead x Reader

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PREQUEL - MOMENTS (NSFW) - Why did you and Will break up?

Part 1: Got You - Will and you come face to face after a traumatic event.

Part 2: Phoenix - Will contemplates the events that led him to this moment.

You’ve been back six weeks when a suspect takes you over the edge of the fire escape with him. The two of you had been grappling and before you knew it, the rusted guardrail gave way, and you were tumbling towards the concrete below. It wasn’t high enough to kill you, but the perp had broken his leg and you thought from the agony that lanced through your left shoulder that you may have dislocated it. Which was why you were now sitting in one of the trauma rooms in the Chicago Med waiting for the pain killers to kick in so Doctor Choi could pop it back into the socket.

You would have preferred to be anywhere else right now, but protocol dictated that both you and the perp were taken to the nearest hospital. Being back here without Will was strange, you swore you could feel his ghost haunting the trauma bays as you lay on the bed staring at the ceiling. You wondered what people thought of you, of this situation. Will leaving just as you came back from your tenure in the FBI. Did they think you had a part to play in his disappearance?

You heard the curtain draw back and tipped your head expecting to see Ethan, instead you were confronted with the stoic expression of Natalie Manning.

“I thought the two of us should have a chat.” She said as she drew the curtain shut behind her.

“You know what Nat? I’m really not in the mood.” You informed her, gesturing at your arm.

“You’ve been dodging my calls.” She said, coming to stand alongside the bed so the two of you were eye to eye. “And if this is the only way the two of us get to talk so, be it.”

“I forgot how much you enjoy a captive audience.” You snarked, meeting her ferocious gaze with one of your own. “And we both know why I haven’t been picking up the phone.”

“Things have changed.” Jay told you back in a hospital room in Virginia. “He’s getting married.”

It had been a blow, you had to admit that, but you swallowed down that anguish because Will deserved to be happy. You were glad that he’d found someone to love him, to care for him, someone who could put him first.

“I’m pleased he found someone.” You told Jay. “Someone to look after him.”

Jay shook his head, before his hand came to rest on yours, squeezing lightly.

“No, you don’t understand.” He said quietly. “It’s Natalie, he’s marrying Natalie Manning.”

It had been like someone had stabbed you right through the heart and twisted the knife because Natalie had been a friend, a close one. It was Natalie you had first told about the job you’d been offered, Natalie who had encouraged you to take it because this was a once in a life time opportunity, Natalie who had told you not to worry, she would keep an eye on Will.

“You can’t be mad at me for falling in love with him.” Natalie said softly.

You knew how empathetic Will was, how understanding, how compassionate. He dived into everything with his heart and his soul, and it was invigorating to be around someone who lived like that, who wasn’t scared to be honest about who they were and what they wanted. He was easy to love.

“But I can be mad at you for pursuing him.” You retaliated. “Tell me, were you in love with him the whole time we were together or was it just after I left?”

Natalie’s lips clamped together, her gaze lowering. And you knew, you fucking knew.

“The whole fucking time?” You whispered. “Was our friendship even really about me and you?”

“I liked you.” she shrugged. “I cared about you.”

“You just cared about him more.”

Natalie said nothing, you sat there reeling at the information. You had suspected of course but suspecting and knowing were two different things and it felt you had been doused with ice water, your brain couldn’t function as you backtracked over your entire friendship with Natalie.

“Why did you come back?” she asked you. “Why now?”

You clenched your jaw, you could feel that pain and that anguish building up inside of you, you’d lost everything. Your lover, your friend and almost your life and Sarah, you had lost Sarah. It was acute and violent the grief, it washed over you like a wave.

“I didn’t come back for Will.” You fold her.

Her shoulders seem to relax at the statement, her fingers twisting the engagement ring on her finger. The one you’d found in his jacket pocket, the night you had told him about the job.

“Did you know about the investigation?”

“No.” You said honestly. “I got back a couple of weeks before it went down. It wasn’t even on my radar until that night.”

You didn’t tell her you had been on medical leave until the day it happened. Your first day back in Intelligence was when you realised something was going on with Jay. You’d been the only one left in the Squad Room when he had gotten that phone call, you’d heard Will’s name and you knew, you just knew something was horribly wrong.

Tell me, you had begged him. Jay could never lie to you, he knew you were the only one that was as invested in saving Will’s life as he was, that wasn’t focused on taking down a target. He filled you in on the way over to Med, you watched as he persuaded Connor to bring his informant out of sedation and you thought of the toll it must have taken on Will. How much pressure he had been under, how sick he must have been to be involved in something like this to have to hide it from the people around him, to balance so precariously on a knife edge of two lives.

When you’d seen him standing there, covered in blood you thought he’d been hit, and the air had rushed out of your chest. When he moved towards you, his hands running through your hair with that wrecked expression you couldn’t help but fall for him all over again. Those feelings you had buried, they never really went away. All you could feel was relief. Relief that he was alive and standing there before you and for the first time in two years you felt like you could breathe again.

“He’s moved on.” Natalie’s voice penetrated your thoughts drawing your attention back to her. She fixed you with a hard gaze as she walked back towards the curtain, one hand gripping it. “You should too.”

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Since the mask is quite literally melted on his face, does this make sleeping hard for Roman? Since the mask seems to have what looks like nails on the top of its head, which I doubt would feel the best while trying to lay down... and also how does the mask affect his other senses, such as his hearing and/or smell? And if/when he sees another taxidermied animal/mounted animal head, can he still hear them talking to him, or did the voices silence after the original ones all went up in flames?

(Also this is unrelated but Roman without the mask looks a lot like Jon-)

it's safe to say being in a traumatic house fire did not immediately cure roman's psychosis. unfortunately. his hallucinations aren't entirely exclusive to taxidermy but they're definitely worsened by the presence of it, especially in large quantities. a lot of the criticism that the animals directed at him throughout his childhood was functionally just his own externalized guilt complex over most things in his life; after the fire (despite becoming far more outwardly confident) those internal qualities were exacerbated, and by his own internal logic he perceives new animals as the ghosts of those he "killed" in the fire back come to torment him, along with occasionally his own parents.

roman can hear pretty normally in the mask. his sense of smell is obstructed purely in the sense that he's basically constantly hotboxing himself with cigarette smoke, but if he put something up to his actual nose (inside the mask's mouth) he'd still be able to smell it. the mask is viscerally uncomfortable, but roman did put those nails there on purpose, because he is a freak and a masochist. obviously having the mask burned on was not his choice, but he kind of leaned into it afterwards. he likes the pain. i also can't imagine him sleeping in a regular bed. i think most of the sleep he gets is after passing out at his desk surrounded by piles of mafia paperwork.

him looking like jon is not intentional, there are just only so many malnourished blonde white boys i can draw before they all start to blend together. i'm like 70% sure roman has never even been blonde in a comic, i just always had a distinct mental image of him having very unsettlingly pale hair and eyes under the mask in my au. extremely pale coloration is kind of my baseline for making someone look weird on purpose (while still being a regular human)

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Part V

The Princess & the Lawyer - Part Five

Summary: The morning after. Lloyd is called out by a friend. Princess learns of a disturbance last night in her apartment building.

Word Count: 3,758

Warnings: Mention of sexual activity including M/F/M dynamics, kink, and open relationships. Subtle hints of Lloyd’s traumatic childhood. Mention of harassment, stalking. Jokes making light of divorce, alimony, and speeding.

Author’s Note: A huge thank you to my beta reader, @nomadstucky for her help editing this chapter! You’re the best. Your feedback always keeps me motivated during the writing process.

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An irritating beam of sunlight made Lloyd groan. He rolled over and buried his head in the pillow. A moment later he pulled back, scowling.

This wasn’t his pillow.

His pillow was denser than this one, which was offensively fluffy. He turned his head and flinched away from the brightness. Throwing up his arm to block out the light, he glared at the open drapes.

The venetian blinds on the East window let in so much light that he’d installed black out curtains a day after moving in. He always closed them before bed. So why hadn’t he shut them last night? And why was he on the wrong side of the bed, with the fluffy pillow he hated?

Then he saw the woman lying in his spot.

You’d claimed his side of the bed, and his pillow. The blankets were a tangled mess, wound around you so that only your head peaked out. You were wrapped up like a mummy. You sighed, a breathy sound that assured him you were still asleep. Lloyd sat up and felt a chill in the air. He figured you’d stolen his covers when the air conditioning kicked on. The temperature, as much as the light, had woken him.

He eased out of bed and shut the curtains so you wouldn’t be bothered. When he looked down, there was a scrap of lace on the floor beside his foot.

Your panties.

Lloyd picked them up, along with your skirt. He hung the skirt in the closet to let out the wrinkles. The rest of your clothes were strewn near the door. He put them in the wash and then showered in the guest bath. In the middle of drying his hair, he realized he hadn’t shut off his alarm. Shit.

He fastened a towel around his hips and bolted for the bedroom. His phone was in the pocket of his trousers. Sure enough, he had set an alarm for seven-thirty. Lloyd disabled it and fired off a text in the group chat with Zach and the others, saying he wouldn’t make their nine a.m. tee time. He was brushing his teeth when a reply from Zach appeared.

Pussy. You just don’t want Blue Marsh to fuck up your handicap.

Lloyd tapped out a brief response.

Fuck you. I hope you hit every sand trap on the course.

He dried and styled his hair before switching your clothes to the dryer. On his way across the house, he collected a Gatorade and two ibuprofen. He sat the drink and pills next to you on his nightstand, stripped off his robe and crawled in beside you.

You were curled up, an extra pillow tucked under your arm, in the middle of the bed. The blankets were tangled even tighter around you. Without the warmth of his robe, Lloyd realized how chilly the room was. He kept the house cool during the summer months because he couldn’t sleep if he was too hot. You looked as if you were freezing.

He slid closer, trying not to disturb you. Within a minute, you were rooting for his warmth, pushing the blankets away and seeking out his skin. He drew the comforter up, adjusting it to cover your shoulder. You sighed into the pillow.

Lloyd tucked an arm behind his head, reclining against the headboard, and enjoyed your embrace. You were already warming up. The restless squirming had stopped, and you clung to him, plastering your body against his. He tucked the corner of the blanket around his waist to draw you a little closer. Your forehead pressed into his shoulder and your hand curled around his bicep.

There was a strong sense of disbelief that this was real. He wondered if he was dreaming, but knew his imagination wasn’t as vivid as this. Plus, he’d never have pegged you as a virgin. That detail was too much for his mind to have come up with, even in a dream. You tugged on him and shifted restlessly. Lloyd opened his arms and was thrilled when you curled into his chest. He felt like he’d died and gone to heaven. Sure, you were only using him for warmth, but he couldn’t bring himself to care.

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You stretched, and groaned at the sting in your core the movement caused.

“Morning, Princess.”

Lloyd’s gravelly voice made you slit your eyes. They struggled to focus, still blurry with sleep. He was lying beside you, a mug of coffee in hand, watching you. The room was filled with sunlight, the curtains parted, blinds open, light pouring in. You covered your eyes.

“What time is it?”

“Nine-thirty.”

“Mmmhhh.”

Your eyes didn’t want to adjust to the light, and your head was pounding. Groaning, you rubbed your temples.

“I’m mildly hung over.”

“Gatorade and ibuprofen are on the nightstand.”

Sure enough, two pills and an orange bottle were perched on the end table. You swallowed them and drank half the bottle.

“Thank you.”

“Come on, you need to soak in a hot bath.”

You felt okay, but a few internal muscles were screaming in protest. Lloyd tossed off the blankets, stealing them from you in the process. You gasped, left naked by the movement. Lloyd threw a terry cloth robe at you.

“The bathtub in the guest room is big enough for two...”

You perked up, remembering the gorgeous copper bathtub you’d seen before when you’d stayed over. His guest room bathtub was worthy of being photographed for magazines. You’d never been bold enough to use it, opting for the shower instead. There had only been a few times you’d stayed over at Lloyd’s house. The first was after drinking too much eggnog at the firm’s holiday party, and the second when you’d celebrated a trial victory with an excessive amount of margaritas. Lloyd had driven to Georgetown at 2 a.m. to collect you from the party when Andy called him on your behalf.

You put in the robe and winced at the slight burn. The muscles at your entrance stung, and when you took a step, the deeper ones protested as well. It didn’t feel terrible, but there was discomfort. Lloyd had the bath running when you entered the room. He was stirring Epsom salts into the water and glanced over his shoulder when you shut the door.

“Still bleeding?”

“What?!”

The question took you off guard. You were shocked, then horrified. How did he know you’d bled, when you hadn’t even noticed? Lloyd put the Epsom salts on the counter and stepped into your space, grasping the robe’s lapels. You dropped your gaze to his chest.

He chuckled, released the cloth he’d been about to strip off, and took you in his arms.

“Don’t feel embarrassed. If I’d been more restrained, you’d have been fine.”

“I liked it.”

His arms squeezed tight.

“I enjoyed every minute of last night,” you said.

“So did I. Except for finding blood on the washcloth.”

You ducked into his chest. Lloyd patted your hip and reached for the belt of your robe.

“Ready?”

You stepped back this time and allowed him to slip the garment off. He hung it on the back of the door and surprised you by kneeling. You gasped when he lifted your right leg over his shoulder. Then his fingertips probed at your sex with gentle pressure. The touch hurt, making you hiss, as he stroked his thumb over the lower edge of the opening. You gasped when he continued carefully exploring the spot.

“Sorry, Princess. You’re not bleeding, and it only looks irritated.”

Your cheeks were on fire. He sounded way too clinical for your comfort.

“I’m fine, you can get up!”

Lloyd released your leg and stood.

“Settle down, Princess. I spent a lot more time exploring down there than anyone else has.”

“Can we stop talking about my vagina?”

Lloyd followed you to the bath and climbed in behind you. He circled an arm around your waist and helped you into the basin. It was a huge, long claw-foot bathtub made of copper. The space was a little narrow, but there was plenty of length to stretch out in. Lloyd reclined and adjusted your position between his legs. You let him guide you to lie against his chest. His hands wandered over your breasts, and you groaned when he teased a nipple.

“Sensitive?”

“Sore. Certain places react when you do that.”

“Mmmhhh.”

He backed off, moving his hands to your waist.

“What do you usually do on Saturday mornings?”

“Sleep. You?”

“Breakfast with Zach and Jake, then golf. I canceled today. How does brunch sound?”

“Perfect. I’m starving.”

You discussed restaurant options as Lloyd toyed with the ends of your hair and nuzzled your neck. It was amazing how affectionate he was in this setting. You found yourself jealous of his previous lovers. It was well known that he and Zach only dated recent divorcées, targeting the group least likely to seek out a long term relationship. If this was how Lloyd treated his one night stands, it was a miracle he didn’t have a waiting list.

“Why are you so tense?” Lloyd asked.

He rubbed your shoulders, thumbs digging into the tissue. You groaned.

“That feels good. Keep going.”

“Scoot forward.”

You did and were rewarded by his hands smoothing down your back and circling your shoulder blades, and then up to your neck. His clever hands found the knots and soreness and rubbed the muscles loose. You were aware of the hardness pressing at your back as you moaned in delight. You wanted him again. Before you could make a move, he pulled his hands away.

“Alright, brunch. Why don’t I lend you a shirt? Your clothes are still in the dryer. I hung up your skirt so the wrinkles would fall out.”

“Perfect.”

You had no doubt the triactate fabric would be pristine by now. Sure enough, it was as neat as if you’d just ironed it. Lloyd’s white Oxford shirt, knotted at the waist to fit your frame, made for a cute outfit. You wished for flat shoes as you slid into your work pumps, but resigned yourself to getting Saturday brunch in heels.

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Three hours later, Lloyd was wondering how you’d gotten him here.

He was surrounded by lush greenery, staring at the blue tiled pool in the D.C Botanical Gardens conservatory. His arm was looped comfortably around your shoulders and you clasped his waist. You’d let him treat you to brunch, then dragged him to the mall for a pair of flat sandals, then to the national gallery of art to see their latest statue - a giant, blue rooster - and then, on to the gardens. Oddly enough, he was having fun. Even more so when you snuggled up to his side with a contented noise that made him want to purr.

“Well, well, what do we have here?”

Lloyd stiffened. He turned, already knowing who he’d find.

Sure enough, Zach Hightower, Jake Jensen, and Landon McAnanny stood with their arms crossed, staring.

“You two look cozy. How about some company?”

“Sure, have a seat,” you said, smiling at Zach.

Lloyd didn’t want company. He would have preferred Zach and his loud Texas accent disappeared from the garden… No, he wished Zach would disappear from the city entirely. All three of them could vanish, in fact. His wish went unfulfilled.

Instead, Landon dragged over a bistro table and two chairs. Zach dropped himself on the other end of the bench, right next to you. Landon and Jake sat down at the table.

“How’s it going, sweetheart? Did you haul this sourpuss out for some fresh air and his weekly senior citizen activities?” Zach asked.

“Isn’t that supposed to be golfing with you?”

Jake laughed, responding before Zach could answer. “I’m only a couple years older than you.”

Lloyd bristled at the speed of Jake’s comment. He’d been awfully quick to point out that he was closer to your age than the rest of them.

You giggled. “Of course, they need a designated driver if they’re going to be out at night. Eyesight is the first thing to go.”

Jake turned to Landon. “You’re the designated driver if we’re drinking though. That’s not a sacrifice I’m prepared to make.”

Zach leaned towards you, lowering his voice.

“We stopped him after two mimosas at breakfast and he still couldn’t keep it on the fairway.”

“I heard that,” Jake said.

Lloyd didn’t miss the way Jake’s eyes lingered on your calves as you crossed your legs. He liked the younger man, but wanted to blind him for the drool that was all but running down his chin. You mentioned a carnivorous plant on the other side of the greenhouse and Jake insisted you take him to see it. The pair of you got up and walked off, promising to be back in a moment.

Zach clicked his tongue, eyes fastening on Lloyd as soon as you were out of sight.

“So, you two finally got together. I owe Landon fifty bucks.”

Lloyd raised an eyebrow at the lean man with a scar down the right side of his face.

“Did he pay up yet?”

“Not until you confirm it,” Landon said.

“Well, then… no comment.”

“I noticed your girl was walking funny. Is that from last night, or this morning?” A crooked grin lifted one corner of his mouth as Lloyd’s eyes narrowed.

Zach laughed. “Lube is an essential, buddy. That wince is unmistakable. Fourchette tearing is a bitch…”

“How do you even know that?” Landon asked.

Zach shrugged. “I almost went to medical school.”

Lloyd was well aware the former Navy SEAL was more than just a good shot and a wall of muscle. It surprised him that Landon, a former teammate of Zach's, hadn’t known.

“Dr. Hightower, OBGYN?” Landon teased.

“Something like that. I thought you considered her off limits. What made you go for it?” Zach asked.

Lloyd rolled his eyes. “It was her move, not mine.”

In unison, the two ex-SEALs crowded with laughter. Landon slapped his knee and pointed at the blond man.

“That’s an extra twenty-five. Zach. Pay up.”

Lloyd held up his hand, palm open in a ‘stop’ gesture.

“But… I’m the one who sealed the deal. We agreed to an open ended arrangement.”

“Exclusive?”

Lloyd stiffened at the interest in Zach’s tone.

Even Landon raised an eyebrow. He had no idea about Zach and Lloyd’s history of sharing women. There was no reason for him to know. Landon was happily engaged to an adorable English girl, a junior banking executive, who’d moved continents for their relationship. He wasn’t part of the games Zach and Lloyd had played, nor would they have invited him. Or Jake, for that matter. Jensen was a former Green Beret, and a tough bastard in his own right, but he was as vanilla as they came.

“Yeah. We’re exclusive.”

Zach sighed and dug out his wallet to pay Landon seventy-five dollars.

Gravel crunched, and Lloyd looked up to see you walking alongside Jake, smiling up at him. The tall man was using his hands to illustrate a point as you listened intently.

He hated how good you looked together.

“She’d chew him up and spit him out,” Zach murmured.

Lloyd gave a curt nod and relaxed, because it was true. Landon shook his head.

“A no strings attached affair. I can’t believe she agreed to that.”

“Jealous?” Lloyd quipped.

Landon’s eyebrows raised and drew together, into a classic expression of pity. The emotion only lasted a split second before he covered it. Lloyd ground his molars and pushed down a surge of fury. He reminded himself that Landon’s world view was miles away from his, ergo the flash of pity. Some people were built for domesticity. To him it was an alien state. He’d made it past forty without being ensnared by that particular trap, and you couldn’t teach an old dog new tricks.

“I’d lock that down tight, if I were you. Jake’s panting after her, Zach all but asked for a piece of the action, and you’re content with an affair? She won’t stick around very long if that’s all you’re offering.”

Lloyd sneered, and Landon raised his hands in surrender.

“Hey, I call ‘em like I see ‘em.”

Lloyd arranged his face into a pleasant expression as you and Jake approached. When you sat down, he couldn’t help but draw you under his arm, away from Zach. Jake frowned, his eyes darting back and forth between the two of you, trying to make sense of the action. From the corner of his eye, Lloyd saw Landon smirk.

Zach launched into a dramatic retelling of how he’d scored a birdie on the 11th hole. You were the only one paying any attention to his story. Lloyd waited until he felt Jake’s eyes again. When he was certain the ex-beret was watching, he lifted your hand and brushed his lips over the back of your knuckles. Jake’s shoulders slumped.

The petty victory didn’t settle his nerves. Jealousy bubbled under the surface because he knew the claim he’d just made was futile. He was re-arranging the deck chairs on the Titanic. Landon was right - your affair was going to be a short one.

He had to make the most of it while he could.

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You were tired as you climbed the stairs to your fourth floor apartment in the early evening. Lloyd had kissed you goodbye in the parking lot at work, where you’d collected your car and set out on an important errand. Birthday gift shopping for a one year old.

Your nephew celebrated his first year of life next Friday. You were excited to see him rip apart the cake with his hands. Alissa, his older sister, had refused to touch her cake when she turned one. She’d looked around expectantly until your sister cut it into neat little pieces for her. You had high expectations for Sam. He got into everything and was constantly making a mess. You were counting on him to produce some camera roll worthy moments on Friday.

On the fourth floor, you stepped into the hall. Then you squealed and jumped backwards. Your quick reflexes spared you a collision that surely would have sent you to the ER.

“Damn it, Mrs. Thompson! You’ve got to keep that thing under twenty miles an hour in the hall!”

The white haired woman laughed, a raspy sound, evidence of her smoker’s cough. It tapered off into a hacking fit. She wheeled her electric scooter around to face you. It was a shiny ‘racing green’ color, and she’d had it custom built from a factory in Japan. The name of the scooter’s color seemed to have inspired her driving style.

Her cough sounded worse than usual.

“Are you okay? Did they bump your oxygen up?”

“Yeah. It’s six liters now,” she said, and coughed. “I’m fine, though. Doctor said so himself.”

You shut the stairwell door and joined her for the walk to your respective apartments. Mrs. Thompson lived straight across the hall from you.

“How was your weekend?” you asked.

“It ain’t over yet! Ask me on Monday!”

“Fair enough.”

“Young people. The world goes too fast when you’re in your twenties. Listen to an old lady - don’t waste a second. Particularly not on men, they’re trash.”

You laughed. “How many divorces did it take you to come up with that?”

“Four. The last one was to prove the theory.”

“You’re a dedicated scientist, Mrs. Thompson.”

She grinned, flashing the gold incisor on the left side of her mouth.

“I figured you needed a lecture after that gentleman caller spent almost all night hammering down your door, shouting for you to take him back. What did you do to the boy?”

“My door? You must be mistaken. I wasn’t even home last night.”

“I thought that might be the case. I yelled at him to take that nonsense elsewhere, before I called the police. He scampered off real quick after that, so I didn’t get a good look at him. My eyes are terrible these days.”

“More cataracts?”

“No, just old age. You call your list of gentlemen and tell them you don’t need riff raff at all hours of the night. Your neighbors need their beauty sleep.”

“List of gentlemen?”

You were amused and flattered that she thought you had a list. It was a neat idea…

“Of course. You’ve got to date a lot to know what kind of man you can live with.”

“I thought men were trash.”

Mrs. Thompson leaned off her scooter and unlocked her door.

“They are, but alimony is a great retirement plan. Set your boyfriend straight, Princess.”

With a wink, she rolled inside and shut the door.

You put your package on the counter and went to the closest for wrapping paper. Gentlemen callers. Lists of men to ask for a date. What kind of world had Mrs. Thompson lived in? You were a bit jealous of the idea of having a Rolodex of men to call up and have dinner with on a whim.

The screaming man in the hall caused you some concern. He couldn’t have been here for you, though. You wracked your brain for an explanation. There was a woman who lived next door, but she’d just moved in. You couldn’t even think of her name. As you cut wrapping paper, your mind shifted to more pleasant thoughts. You smiled, tingling with residual excitement at the memory of your weekend with Lloyd.

As you worked, you opened the radio app on your phone to play while you wrapped the birthday present. The 80’s rock station was a current favorite and soon, you were humming along to Blondie as you cut and taped.

You had no idea that in a few weeks, you’d be re-telling the story Mrs. Thompson had shared with you to an officer at Metro. That wasn’t unusual. Victims never really know when this kind of crime begins.

Only their stalker knows.

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One way, or another, I'm gonna find ya

I'm gonna get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya

One way, or another, I'm gonna win ya

I'm gonna get ya, get ya, get ya, get ya

One way, or another, I'm gonna see ya

I'm gonna meet ya, meet ya, meet ya, meet ya

One day, maybe next week

I'm gonna meet ya, I'm gonna meet ya, I'll meet ya

“One Way or Another,” Blondie (1978)

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So I hope this isn't me stepping on your toes but I got inspired to write a scene between Orlox and Richter (based on the scene between Silco and Jinx after her mess up). Like literally I have brain rot thinking of this AU.

I was trying to figure out what it meant that Richter has powerful magic but is unstable. I was thinking that his magic's aura/color matched Orlox. I also thought that he could use a dagger (Orlox trained him into using it and it acts as a conduit for his magic) and possibly an axe ( looked at what he used in the Castlevania games).

DONT WORRY YO!!! YOU ARE NOT STEPPING ON ANY OF MY TOES!!!! I HAVE BRAINROT ABOUT THIS AU TOO!!!

Reminder that this AU does belong to @hyperfixatedfandomer and this is my spin off version of it !! :))

Also please drop the written scene about Olrox and Richter with the Silco and Jinx basis because I NEED TO SEE IT!!!! PLEASE🙏🙏

What I meant by Richter having powerful magic but it was unstable was that he can do extraordinary spells and magic but since he’s heavily traumatized, it can lead to it being explosive, dangerous, and chaotic to anyone around him. Richter has a lot of potential of being insanely powerful like we see in the show but he’s in an unstable mental state in this AU which directly affects his powers and how it’s put out when in use. For example, with Jinx we see she is intelligent and great at fighting but she is super unstable and chaotic which affects those around her like in the first scene we see her PSTD attack and she starts firing on everyone, including her own people.

Also the axe is such a good idea!!! I’m not entirely familiar with the Castlevania games but I love idea!!!

I’ll definitely post later with some more drawings!! Stay tuned :3

#castlevania richter belmont #castlevania richter #richter belmont #castlevania au #castlevania nocturne #castlevania #anon ask

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i tend to not stylize my eyes too much because i want there to be room for more variety of expressions but i decided to make an eye sheet for the burs i usually think about, and i want to someday create an expression sheet with them to test out the eyes and everything to see if they can still be flexible towards certain expressions

i tried to make lmanburs eyes look more a square with softer edges, but for his eyes, i wanted to make it shaped like a diamond to signify royalty as he is in a position of power, so i did exactly that! he also has big rectangular brows because i love big brows <33 and i think it would absolutely fit his stoic expression when still, but also make way for more of his expressions if ever i try to move around with it

pogburs eyes are my FAVORITE i tried to make his eyes wide and cat-like, with sharp edges and sharper eyelashes that looks like its pulling on the eyelids to give it more of an illusion that its even wider than it actually is! i wanted to give him a frantic kind of eye; where he looks so completely alive, yet his eyes/pupils look so FUCKING dead like he just lost something great in front of him! i also thought an eyebrow slit fits him and i tried to make one end bigger than the other to give him a more sharper look

reviveburs eyes was a harder than the rest but i tried to make it look like he just woke up after a great slumber— hes meant to look weary, tired, while paired with golden rimmed eyes/pupils; i also want him to be able to have a thousand yard stare as those kinds of stares are often formed by traumatized war veterans post-war! i also like to hc that pogbur and lmanbur has red eyes— that each have their respective meanings (lmanburs eyes are red with orange-goldish hues, to signify passion and love, while pogburs eyes are a gradient of charcoal black to red, to signify a burning fire being whisked away to a mere flame; reviveburs golden eyes with red circles to signify a sense of rebirth ^—^)

phantomburs eyes are droopy and softer, because he canonically has social anxiety, and i want him to always look like he's half nervous every scenario he's in, but i made his eyes piercing— its meant to resemble and reference the fact that he's a literal monster hybrid, but i didnt want to make him look like a venomous snake. because hes actually a harmless person, so i made the pupils resemble more of a cat to reference his mischief and still highlight his origin as a phantom instead)

simpburs eyes are meant to be shaped like a heart horizontally (hence why you can notice me drawing a heart next to him) but i made the edges a lot more sharper and i wanted him to have a more darker wrinkle undertone so i gave him darker eyebags— i wanted him to be able to capture a manic look of love, but at the same time look so cute while doing it

argburs eyes are more simplified and expressionless than the less and thats bc i actually struggled hard with thinking of an idea for him— it would be easier for me to give him eyes that make him look cold, but the thing about argbur is his duality; he can be cheerful and passionate, he can be cold and calm the next, so i really wanted to be flexible. i also wanted him to have like a look of a stranger that looks friendly but at the same time you think he's odd and probably dangerous for you to be around so i gave him eyes that would be easy to shape into a wider expression whenever he's acting cheerful, and decorate it with softer shapes/angles to give a friendly undertone— but he also can still have this look in his eye that makes it seem like he's looking past you, that makes it look like he knows more than you, and thats a bit shady to you

for ghostburs it's pretty easy! but i actually have two variations of his eyes the first one is the one i shown— i gave him droopy, ghost like eyes— and to highlight the tear, i put eyelashes around it and one eyelash on the top that points directly to it so its easier to trick your eyes into perceiving the tears first

this is the second variation! where the pupil/eye cries instead, so that i can have interesting stuff to play with, but at the same time ehhh it lacks the ghost factor so i prefer the first one more

#parfaits rambles </3 #im so insane actually #why does my autism have to be like im crying i didnt notice how long my rambling for their EYES were #why couldnt i have the science autism. the math autism #bursona #bursonas #FEELS MORE EMBARRASSING TO TAG THIS POST AS SUCH WHEN I RAMBLED THIS LONG HELP #parfaits art <3

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Chris talks to and encourages his second dad Buck

3x1 “Kids Today” - At Buck’s welcome back to the 118 party, Chris gave him a handmade card and when Buck pointed to it and said, “Wow, this is great” Chris responded, “It’s you and me.” Since the card Chris made had a drawing of Buck in his turnout gear and Chris standing next to a surfboard, it could have been foreshadowing for the things they would experience together during the Tsunami.

After Buck coughed up blood at his party and was rushed to the hospital, he was at home depressed but Eddie took Chris to Buck’s loft so the two of them could spend the day together. When Buck heard Chris say, “Hey Buck!”, Buck asked him what he was doing there and Eddie said, “He’s hanging out with his Buck today cause I have to go to work.” This was Buck’s first-time taking care of Chris on his own.

3x2 “Sink or Swim” - Chris asked Buck, “Are you ok?” after he had been calling him and trying to get his attention but Buck was watching the 136 as they tried to revive a man who fainted on the beach. Buck and Chris would take refuge on the 136’s firetruck after the first wave hit.

Chris told Buck, “You’re gonna be ok kid” after Buck spent several minutes explaining the way he hopes Chris will be able to find a career that mattered because it was going to show him the rest of his life.

Buck asked Chris how he was able to never say no and not complain and Chris responded, “Well I complained once but it didn’t work”. Buck asked, “So what did you do?” then Chris said, “I just kept on swimming.”

3x3 “The Searchers” – All Chris had to say to put a smile on Buck’s face after Eddie brought their son back to his loft was “Hey Buck!”. That was the only thing Chris said to Buck on-screen during that scene.

3x10 “Christmas Spirit” - Chris was upset with Eddie because Eddie had to work on Christmas so he asked Buck, “Can I spend Christmas with you?”

4x3 “Future Tense”- When Eddie told Buck and Chris they were taking a break from the internet, Chris asked, “Buck, can we go to your house and play video games?”

4x8 “Breaking Point” - After Chris took Eddie’s phone, ordered an Uber to take him to Buck’s loft and Buck explained how Eddie told him that Chris blew up at him, Chris said, “I don’t want to talk about it”.

After Buck explained he wasn’t going anywhere, Chris stood up and hugged him the same way he hugged Eddie in 3x12 “Fools”.

4x14 “Survivors” - After Eddie was shot, Buck went to Eddie’s house to tell Chris what happened. But when Buck broke down and started crying, Chris put his arm around Buck’s shoulders and said, “It’s going to be ok Buck” to console him.

Chris woke up Buck and asked, “Can I talk to my dad now?” Reminder Buck was sleeping on the Buckley-Diaz Family’s couch and Eddie would wake up on that same couch one year later in 5x14 “Dumb Luck”.

5x13 “Fear-O-Phobia” - Chris called Buck instead of calling 9-1-1 when he heard Eddie smashing the furniture in his bedroom. After Buck answered his cellphone, Chris said, “Buck… something’s wrong with dad!”

In 6x1 “Let the Games Begin” - Chris said, “Buck? You don’t even have a couch.” And when Buck asked him what that had to do with him being fire captain, Chris said, “It’s weird” which could mean he was telling Buck it’s weird he didn’t have a family because he and Eddie have been right there in front of him waiting so he could be a family with them. Buck already has a family even though he keeps searching for one.

The still from 6x11 “In Another Life” shows Chris sitting by Buck’s bedside while Buck’s in a coma and it appears whatever Chris is going to say to him will be heart wrenching for a number of reasons. First, Chris has already lost one parent, his mother and Buck is his second dad and has been for 5 years. So, if Buck dies (he won’t) that would be traumatizing for Chris. He wasn’t shown crying after his mother died and he was shown consoling Buck in 4x14 after Buck broke down about Eddie. Second, Buck is not just his second dad, he’s his best friend too since he can talk to Buck whenever he feels like he can’t talk to Eddie. Reminder, Chris took Eddie’s cellphone and ordered an Uber to take him to Buck’s loft in 4x8 so he could talk to him about people leaving. That’s when Buck reassured him and said he wasn’t going anywhere and he hasn’t. Third, Chris didn’t have the chance to see his mother while she was in the hospital before she died but he will have the chance to see Buck. Buck is important to both Eddie and Chris and he’s been part of their family ever since Eddie showed Buck a picture of Chris. Reminder, Buck told Eddie that Chris was super adorable and he loved kids in 2x2 “7.1”.

It’s interesting the stills and the trailer for next week haven’t shown Eddie and Chris together in Buck’s hospital room but it’s likely Eddie will be there because Buck was there for Chris after Eddie got shot and after Eddie’s breakdown. What will Chris say to Buck while he’s sitting next to him in the hospital? Only the showrunner(s), writers and producers know the answer to that question.

#buddie #eddie diaz #evan buckley #christopher diaz #the buckley diaz family #buckley diaz family #911 fox #911 on fox #911onfox #911 speculation #911 meta #911 s6 #911 season 6 #911 season 6 speculation #911

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How Kiawentiio went from a ‘little arty kid’ to the star of Avatar: The Last Airbender

You know that classic actor’s arc, painstakingly building from bit parts to bigger roles, withstanding rejection and despair? Yeah, that’s not Kiawentiio’s story. The Mohawk Canadian actor was cast in the first thing she auditioned for, the hit CBC/Netflix series Anne with an E. Her next role was the title character in Tracey Deer’s wrenching, semi-autobiographical film Beans, followed by a gig on Rutherford Falls. And now she’s the second lead in a gigantic Netflix series, Avatar: The Last Airbender, a live-action reimagining of the beloved animated series (2005-08), shot mostly in British Columbia, arriving Feb. 22. And she’s only 17.

We meet via video call, and even on that flattening medium, Kiawentiio sparkles. (Professionally, she goes by that mononym, pronounced Guy-a-wen-di-jou.) She’s poised and friendly, without any child-actor posing. Now and again she glances over her shoulder into a corner I can’t see; turns out her mother is there for backup.

Her Anne with an E audition was a lark – or as Kiawentiio puts it, “It came out of nowhere and happened randomly.” Growing up on the Akwesasne reserve on Kawehno:ke (also known as Cornwall Island), which straddles the Ontario/New York State border, she was “the little arty kid in the corner, who stayed inside at recess to paint and draw,” and dreamed of going to art school. Her dad chanced upon an open casting call on Facebook, and they thought, might as well try it. She was the last audition of the day.

Landing Avatar: The Last Airbender, by contrast, required more of a campaign. As a kid, Kiawentiio loved the animated series – its environmental and spiritual themes, its thoughtful depictions of Asian and Indigenous cultures, the battle scenes of Benders wielding the four elements, “the character arcs, the sheer craftsmanship. It would fill me.”

So when she heard rumours a few years ago about a live-action reboot, she had a feeling she’d be right for Katara, 14, a novice Waterbender, the last in her Southern Water Tribe, traumatized by the world war being waged by the Fire Nation, yet undaunted and hopeful. Teaming up with Aang, the title character (played in the series by Gordon Cormier), she begins to realize her potential. Kiawentiio asked her agents to keep an eye out, “just in case the universe is listening.”

The audition, when it came, was veiled in secrecy – fake project and character names, disguised scenes, all via Zoom. After a month-long series of “adrenalin-pumping” chemistry reads with other actors, showrunner Albert Kim delivered the news: Yes, it was Airbender; yes, they’d been searching the world for their Katara; and yes, it was her. She and her family burst into tears.

With her co-stars, Kiawentiio spent six weeks at “bending boot camp,” where each learned the martial art their movements are based on: wushu for Firebending, tai chi for Waterbending, Hung Ga for Earthbending and Bagua for Airbending. They shot on a cutting-edge mix of green screens, practical sets – Kyoshi Village was built in a working quarry in Coquitlam, B.C.; Jet’s hideout was filmed at WildPlay, a ziplining park in Maple Ridge, B.C. – and volume stages, including the world’s largest LED video wall studio, a near-circle lined with 2,500 LED wall panels and 760 LED ceiling panels, at Canadian Motion Picture Park in Burnaby, B.C.

“That stage was warm,” Kiawentiio says, laughing. “Wearing Katara’s big blue parka, pretending to be in the Arctic while being in a microwave.” Watching the animated series come to life was “surreal,” she continues. “When you see Appa in front of you” – a flying beast that combines bison, hippo and manatee – “or even small things like my necklace – I remember being almost in tears.”

Canada’s Paul Sun-Hyung Lee (Kim’s Convenience) plays Iroh, brother to Fire Lord Ozai (Daniel Dae Kim); the actors playing Katara’s parents, Rainbow Dickerson and Joel Montgrand, also played Kiawentiio’s parents in Beans. But she didn’t get to hang out much – “I was in high school at the time, just trying to get through 11th grade,” she says. “Fun fact, I’ve never been to a first day of high school with my classmates. Every year I was doing something, travelling somewhere.” Now graduated, with a five-year option for possible future seasons, “I’m saving my next few years for the show and whatever else may come from it. But I plan on going to school in the future.”

Each of the four Airbender nations has real-world roots, including Omashu, Himalayan, Indonesian and Indigenous Arctic cultures; cultural consultants advised on folklore, history and mythology, as well as costumes, calligraphy and artifacts; and the series’ four directors are of Asian descent. That mattered, Kiawentiio says: “It’s 100-per-cent important to me that I represent where I come from, my people and my language. That comes with me to every character I portray.”

Her opportunity to embody authentic Indigenous characters has never been higher, as a spate of recent series attest: Reservation Dogs, Little Bird, Echo, True Detective: Night Country, the Yellowstone franchise. Lily Gladstone could well become the first Indigenous woman to win a Best Actress Oscar, for Killers of the Flower Moon. And Deer, Kiawentiio’s Beans director was an excellent role model: “Being able to see her be the leader, be so strong, opened my eyes to other things I can explore – directing, producing.”

But she doesn’t want portraying Indigenous characters to become its own kind of limit. “Those roles will always be at my root; they are what I can see myself in and relate to. That doesn’t have to be the end of what we’re capable of, though. We don’t have to just play the Indian friend, the Native guy. We can be just that doctor or teacher or lawyer, those regular roles. The days of just getting a role, and not The Native role, are still ahead of us.”

Now that Kiawentiio’s accidental career is skyrocketing, “it’s funny how weirdly normal it gets,” she says. “I understand how people can lose their groundedness. You’re in the air so much, how do you stay grounded? It’s helpful to keep my real life separate, with my family and friends, and have my work self be almost a persona.”

She’s always had a readable face, she realizes. “I can’t hide anything; it’s all in my eyes. But to be able to be in control of that to portray someone else is so interesting. My dad told me he’s never seen me light up the way I do when I’m on a set. That’s when I knew I should stick with it.”

#natla #atla #netflix avatar #netflix atla #avatar the last airbender #atla netflix #avatar netflix #kiawentiio #article #the globe and mail

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hey y’all it’s slug back for your regularly scheduled insanity.

so. firebender thoughts. when I talk about firebenders, I’m really just referring to mako and azula btw because. they’re my children actually.

so m+a are very good at the stoic front thing right,,, so how can I make this about their bending? well, I’m glad you asked!

I can make this about their bending my going off the assumption (based on zuko’s reviving his bending arc) that a firebender’s bending is directly correlated to their emotions (as an earthbender’s is their will, a waterbender’s their ‘flexibility’—as in ability to roll w it, and an airbender’s ability to mimic the leaf) . you still sound like a moron, slug, get to the point!

this concept has no other purpose than the ultimate goal: firebenders’ face/ears/etc. spark little fires when their faces get really hot from being embarrassed or flustered or whatever.

drawing the lines now. stoicism=coping mechanism to not burn hair. there, I said it. of course they’re traumatized, that’s why I love them, but the hair.

picture this (azula ver.): princess of the fire nation, who recently revealed her blue flames, is playing a game with her brother, who angrily accuses her of making googly eyes at ty lee after being teased about mai. princess’s face is mostly neutral, if a bit annoyed. her ears, however, turn very red. (hc that azula’s ears are always a dead giveaway of when she’s embarrassed,,,) ears burn so terribly, in fact, that blue flames erupt from them, the smell of burning hair accompanying them. cue dramatic scrambling by royals, friends, and servants to put out and preserve azula’s hair before someone gets executed. I think I’m funny.

now picture this (mako ver.): (ft. makorra crumbs) early b1 korra fucking around in probending and mako getting mad, going on and on in a lecture abt the importance of rules. cue flippant comment along the lines of ‘you’re so much prettier when you’re not yelling at me’ because bfr this girl has NO social etiquette and. boom. neutral-faced firebender’s ears get soooo super red. now I am a firm believer that when mako blushes it goes from his cheeks to his neck, but for the sake of more makozula parallels. burning ears. and lo and behold. little flames. he’s probably more acquainted with that happening, so as soon as it starts he’s smacking the flames into submission. his hair has suffered.

and a bonus to consider for both of them; lightning. just a full flushed face and little bolts of lightning bouncing and crackling over their nose. they’re so. gsjdyajhd.

and as a little reminder to myself for a post for another day: makozula on fire escaping the bender’s control, fire eating and eating until it gets to their hands too. hmfjhdkamcncd firebenders oh my god,,,

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Chimes at Midnight, or an EoY Ramble.

(divider by @saradika - thank you so much for your incredible work)

Who can cling to a ramblin’ Rose?

Good question. But cling to me for a few moments, as I ramble my way through an end of year post - of sorts. Personal shenans ahead.

I have no great wisdom to impart. No life lessons, no affirmations, just reflections and observations after a year where my entry into this fandom brought me much joy, kindness, love, and strength - and, unfortunately, some upset, hurt, and pain, too.

But then, such is life, and while many of us use this space as an escape, the dynamics of just being human can’t help but filter through here, too.

I (and my 120k and counting words of fic - correction, my “ethical porn for nerdy types”) am here because of an alignment of events in early 2023. Here is my origin story:

I was stopped in my tracks one day by a friend’s Instagram story - or, specifically, by the twinkly-eyed, crinkly-eyed, smiley handsome man being interviewed in the video they’d shared. And something fired in my brain (bear in mind, a reaction like that is highly unusual for me).

Around the same time, my divorce process began. After a day of crying in my office and/or on the street, my sister sent me a message with some advice: You need something distracting and comforting. Watch The Mandalorian. You’ll like it.

(This is all her fault.)

I can only blame traumatised soon-to-be-divorcée brain for the fact that I didn’t quite immediately put the twinkly-eyed handsome smiling man together with the tin can dad with a voice like melted chocolate and an adorable green child that reminded me of my toddler niblings. Whoops.

(Sorry, P. Divorcée brain!)

Long story short: it clicked, eventually, and with a hop, skip and a jump from “hey there, handsome” to “I love him a normal amount” via SNL, I ended up here.

People often compare Tumblr and fandoms to the purest form of childhood friendship. Oh, you have a Bluey backpack? I like Bluey too. Let’s be friends? And it’s a perfect analogy. It was a joy and a comfort to realise that, after a lifetime of feeling like I had to hide and be ashamed of the things and people who made me happy, there were other people just like me who didn’t feel shame, and who helped me realise this was…normal? And good? And, though this might seem like a contradiction in terms, healthy?

I rediscovered the pure joy of shared fangirling (gn). I read other people’s beautiful fics and, overcoming my fears and anxieties, rediscovered the person I’d been until I went to college and only wrote academically/professionally - the person who always made up little stories for herself, who tapped out “novels” on her mother’s 1970s portable typewriter, who never went anywhere without a copybook for writing and drawing her stories, who dreamed of being a writer. I started to write Visiting, and people actually read it.

And through that, and reading their words and talking/flailing in their DMs, I connected with people who in some cases became close friends. People who seemed to like me for me, for the me I was re-learning how to be after an incredibly traumatic period in my life. And that meant - and means - the world.

(Not all of those connections or friendships were sustained, and I still don’t really understand what happened to end them - in some cases, abruptly and without explanation. All I can do is remind myself that people need different things at different times, wish them well, and allow myself to miss them.)

Gratitude sometimes gets a bad rap as a practice but it can be freeing and healing. So, putting aside the hurt and negative experiences and focusing on the good:

I am grateful for the affirming, kind, supportive relationships I’ve built through a mutual love of one (1) man.

I am grateful for the way my presence in this community, however marginal and irrelevant I might feel, is kept going through mutual support and silliness.

I am grateful for the opportunity to rediscover writing as creative practice and fun, rather than just something I have to do in my line of work (and which is bound up with anxiety in that respect).

I am grateful for the people who take the time not just to read but to respond to, share, and love on my work. (You’re amazing and I love you all!)

I am grateful for the people who showed and show me love even though they’ve never met me in person, and in myriad ways. (These ways include personalised birthday poems and fancams, sending me a copy of Esquire out of sheer kindness and surprising me - and my neighbour, who took in the package - with a talking Dinjamin figure. You all know who you are.)

I am grateful to my friend for her thirsty Instagram story and to my sister for her unwittingly consequential TV recommendation.

And some general observations and reflections about my presence, experiences, and work here that I want to carry forward into 2024:

Popularity is definitely not a marker of quality.

You are entitled to have opinions and share them, even if they don’t follow the prevailing wind. Arguably, especially then.

Your feelings are valid.

Trust your gut.

It’s okay to want people to read and interact with your work, and to wonder why it doesn’t get picked up, no matter how many ‘write for you!’ posts you see from the Big Writers.

Speaking of which: if there’s room for everyone and everything, then there should be room for everyone and everything. Not just the chosen few and a handful of tropes.

Responsibility is a two-way street.

You’re worthy of love, kindness, and respect.

The love you take is equal to the love you make - or, in other words, give love and be receptive to it, whether in affirming messages, positive comments, or a simple flailing, excited reblog.

Carry your little light, however fragile, into the new year.

With love, Rose. (And my Ben, below - print by the incredibly talented Alyssa Gonzalez)

#rambling rose #end of year post #end of year review #fandom wank #writing stuff #fandom things #personal post

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toaster-hair · 6 months

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Graveyard Shift

(A/N: hey guys this is my first fnaf fic and also i apologize for my insane writing style)

Mike is missing Vanessa and gets a job at a hospital.

A large piece of paper with a “FIRED” laid upon Mike’s desk.

Mike stared at the paper in utter confusion. He looks around the office, waiting for an explanation. He just started a month ago, don’t tell him he’s doomed to forever look for a job he’s only gonna have for a few weeks and then get fired!

“You got fired again?” Abbey asked at the dinner table. It had only been a couple of months since his last job as a… security guard… “How come?” Abbey continued to question as she stuffed her mouth with cheap off-brand cereal.

“Apparently, I kept clocking in too late when they needed me to come in sooner, or something like that.” Mike shook his head as he filled his coffee mug to the brim, nearly overfilling it due to his lack of focus on the very important act of filling a cup of coffee. He could never get a job as a barista like that. Wasn’t even a good brand of coffee.

He put the cup of coffee on the dinner table in such an unmannered manner, such a rude man not putting his coffee down in a way so that it wouldn’t make a loud sound. With a swift motion he pulled a chair out and sat his perky little cheeks on it. Abbey looked up from her bowl of cereal at him with some kind of emotion on her face, not sure which. “How is Vanessa doing?” she asked as she tilted her head. Mike froze for a moment. He forgot when the last time he visited her was. But he knew for sure that last time, she was still asleep. “Why haven’t I seen her lately? Is she still hurt?”

Mike nodded his square head “Vanessa is getting better but she has to stay at the hospital until she can get back to working. Working as a cop is dangerous, you see, so they want to make sure she’s had a full recovery.” Abbey looked at him like he was stupid. “Yeah, I know why she’d need to stay at a hospital. I just wanted to know how she was doing.” she said cockishly. Mike chuckled as he looked in the jobs section of the daily newspaper. It was then he saw an ad for a night shift as a security guard at the very hospital Vanessa was staying at.

Mike looked away from the paper and towards his pseudo-daughter sister girl. “Hey Abbey, how has school been treating you?” Abbey stopped her cereal chewing for a moment and spoke to him with her mouth full. “Ifs beenf goof!” she swallowed, “There’s this boy and girl who's been hanging out with me at lunch.” That made Mike smile. “That’s cool, they got names?” he asked. “Of course, um, their names are Cassie and Gregory. They mostly talk to each other, but they like drawing with me.” She started to brag about her new-found friends, wiping milk from her mouth as an alarm clock started to go off. Mike grabbed the clock and smashed it on the ground. “Looks like it's time for school then.” Abbey happily stood up from the table not even putting her dishes in the sink wow Mike really setting a good example for your little sister and ran over to the door, putting on her shoes.

After dropping Abbey off, Mike started thinking about that graveyard shift at Vanny’s hospital. Now of course, Mike is still traumatized by his last graveyard shift, and he's not even sure if he can do nights again ever since Max…

But still, it was probably best to look for some kind of job. Maybe he could even pay Vanessa a visit! No, that was creepy. Kind of creepy. Would Vanessa find that creepy? Would she be happy that Mike got a job just to see her? After everything they’ve been through?

When Mike got home he immediately grabbed the phone and dialed in the number of the hospital. Y’know, just cuz he needed the job. No other reason.

“Y’ello, this is Fritz Smith at the New Horizons Medical Center, how may I help you?”

Mike thinks for a moment about what to say.

“....Y’ello? If you aren’t gonna say anything then just hangup, we’re a very busy line we don’t have all day.”

“I wanted to ask about the security job.”

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As he stepped into the cool air of the night out of his car, he looked at the hospital before him. He already had on his uniform and brought a flashlight with him, so instead of checking to make sure he had everything, he just unlocked the doors and walked in balls to the walls like he owns the place. God what a prick.

Mike got to his office, didn’t put anything down cuz he forgot to bring a backpack, and then immediately left to go see Vanessa. He was lucky he was able to find a babysitter in time, some guy named Ness who needed a side hustle alongside his waitering job. Mike went up and down the stairs AND the escalator trying to find Ms. Nessa before finding her room. He was twice as lucky that she got a room all to herself, so he wouldn’t be disturbing any other patients.

Mike flashed his flashlight directly at Vanessa’s face. Nope, not waking up. Mike got real close to Vanny’s ear and whispered a soft “Vaaaa~~ Nessss~~ Aaaaa~~”. Didn’t work either. Mike slumped in the chair next to her bed, out of ideas. His perky little buttcheeks weren’t helping him this time.

“I guess I shouldn’t have expected much. You’re still recovering after all. Sorry, Vanessa.” Just as Mike got up from his chair, he hears a screech and feels something grab at his arm. “Mike? That you?”

Mike could jump for joy. In fact, he did. He fucking jumped on a poor sick woman. He then realized that was weird and got back up.

“Sorry, I just- me and Abbey both missed you.” Just as Vanessa was about to speak, he interrupted, “I didn’t bring her with me by the way, I’ve learned better.” Vanessa chuckled.

“I’m glad to see ya, Mike. I uh, haven’t been having great dreams. Nightmares, to be exact. Nightmares about my dad, to be specific.” Mike sat back down into the chair nodding his head. “Go on?” he furthers.

“Well… I keep thinking about something that happened when I was a child.” She began, “I had just gotten home from school when I walked into my father preparing dinner in the kitchen. He was making my favorite, potato stew.” She leaned on Mike’s shoulder a bit, tearing up a little. “I used to love potato stew, I would always ask my mom to make it for me. I always had it on my birthday, too. But that day, I stopped liking it.”

“How come?” Mike asks, “Did you find a fly in your soup?” Vanessa chuckled a bit before her voice changed to a somber tone.

“No. But I did find something else in it.” She started to choke up and before Mike could even ask what, she says “I found my mother’s ring finger in it.”

Mike stares at her in disbelief. Vanessa starts to sob, the memories coming back. “A-and. I remember my dad.. He.. he told me that if I ever cr-crossed him. Like my mother did. I’d. I'd end up like her.” She laid her head on Mike’s arm, getting his jacket wet from her tears. Mike wasn’t really sure how to comfort her, he was also just really bad at comforting people in general. He knew one thing though, that his perky little buttcheeks wouldn’t help.

“I’m really sorry Vanny. It’s not the exact same, but I know how it feels for your mom to not be around anymore.” Vanessa nodded with tears rolling down her face cheeks. “A few years after Abbey was born, mom just felt so stressed she…” Vanessa pulled him into a hug. Mike just accepted it, knowing she knew what he was about to say.

“SNOOOOOORKKKK mimimimimi….” Vanessa snored loud as hell. Mike put her back into her bed making sure not to mess with all the wires next to her. He figured it’d be fine if he fell asleep on the job, at least until six.

#1415 word count #schmelly #vanessa shelly #rottmnt mikey #fnaf #fnaf movie #five nights at freddy's #fnaf fanfic #technically a schmelly fic but not really #half a shitpost fic #toaster-hair

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Miraculous “Fertile Ashes” Au

Since the material for this Au will get more and more, I decided to make a main blog with a list of the post related to my Au Fertile Ashes, including basic info.

They will be put into chronological order, at least most of them (since some contains sketches set during different timeslots.

Au Summary: After the events of Weredad, Marinette and Chat Noir started seeing each other to nurture their friendship. Two years go by and many things change, for the better and for the worse; their relationship with each other as hero partners or classmates, their place in the world and their goals for the future. As the cat hero and the pig-tailed civilian start a relationship, Shadow Moth becomes more ruthless and mad, causing devastation through Paris, which not even Ladybug’s magical cure can solve. Chaos expand, one mistake leads to another and in the attempt to relieve part of the anguish that haunts their hearts due to a traumatic accident, Marinette and Chat will find themselves in the role of way-too-soon-to-be parents. Certainly a mess, with a baby along the way at a too early age, while superheroing, trying to keep their partnership alive and saving the city from a raging conflict... and without knowing each other’ identities. But sometimes, with the ashes lift from the fire of destruction, the ground can find new major fertility, and grow the richest of fruits.

Content warning:

Some of the “triggering content” this AU will feature:

Angst: there will be mention and figurative drawings of blood and injuries, without going too deep thought. There will be also mention of death (due to the victims of Shadow Moth attacks)

Emotional abuse, neglicence and terrorism: aka Gabriel Agreste’s full package.

Unplanned teenage pregnancy: I would like to make it clear that this theme being approached in the headcanon it's NOT to promote or incite teenage pregnancy at all, rather to just show these two character going through that situation while in a not ideal setting, unlike when their lives will be more stable as fully grown adults. I know years ago it was pretty more common, today however it isn't and while Mari and Chat will be eventually happy with their choice, they are aware that this happened due to a very irresponsible choice from their part. This will always be highlighted. The story wants to show how they manage things and still find a chance to be happy, turning a rash mistake into something beautiful.

Mentions of racism in family context: while it won’t be a main theme and it will be only briefly mentioned, this AU will mention Marinette’s grandfather Roland’s real motives to why he stopped seeing his son and family. In this case, the whole “bread” excuse used canonly is just a cover-up used by Marinette’s parents to not hurt their daughter and expose her to the truth of Roland not wanting to be involved with her chinese heritage. Gina divorced from Roland as he stopped talking to Tom, because he was and is closed minded and he wasn’t going to change opinion. And he won’t. As time passes, he again slips away, unable to fight and win against his foolish and cruel prejudice, losing contact again with the family.

Material:

Fanfiction

Work in progress...

Designs

Ladybug

Chat Noir

Art list:

During Time-skip

Nurturing bonds

Main storyline (post time-skip)

New but familiar flavors

Realization

Sharing one brain bun

Bitterview

Tale as old as time

This list will be in constant update!

Continuity reminders (Note: i use the terms “middle school” and “high school” to keep a better track, but keep in mind I’m referring instead to the French school system. For middle school I mean “Collège”, which lasts differently than other countries’ schools. High school refers to Lycée. Etc...):

When does it take place canon-wise? The story takes place two years after season 3, episode Weredad. The events after that episode didn’t happen (so, most of season 3 and everything going on, like S4 and S5 etc...) such as KwamiBuster, Chat Blanc or Miracle Queen. Felix exists, but won’t be included, if not in small part.

Is Marinette guardian? Yes, Marinette still became guardian and Master Fu is out of the picture but it didn’t happen with the whole Chloé fiasco.

Themes in common with season 4 and main changes. Marinette’s stress for becoming guardian is present and in this AU it really leads her to isolate herself and lose contact with most of her classmates after graduating middle school, the only exceptions being Adrien, Alya and Nino. Alya doesn’t know about Marinette’s alter ego. Ladybug and Chat Noir bond also weakens, but Ladybug doesn’t treat him as she did in season 4 and his feelings for her ceased slowly along the way. Most of the issues that lead to their friendship becoming fragile is caused by the already present lack of balance in their roles and partnership.

What about the main friend group? Alya is still Marinette’s best friend but she wasn’t told about Ladybug’s true identity, so they still hang out when they’re not too busy. Nino and Marinette don’t really engage a lot, they sometimes text each other and meet for a few moments due his relationship with Alya, but that is quite rare. As for Adrien, he and Marinette are classmates in the first year of high school and they finally manage to become closer friends, but eventually Gabriel obligates Adrien to skip a grade due to him being one year older than the average age for his classes, ending up in separating the two once again and lose contact for their busy schedules. Adrien still sees Nino sometimes, but the moment he gets more freedom is also the one when Shadow Moth starts creating chaos and Marinette gets pregnant, so it’s very difficult for the two boys to spend time together.

The gang’s ages. As mentioned before, Adrien is actually one year older than the rest of the gang. Looking better at the series and the premise, me and my project partner and friend made some calculations based also on the seasons and Adrien’s birthday being before of the New Year kind of confirms that he is indeed a year older than Marinette. This also means that he is one class behind. At the start of the main events Marinette is in second high school grade and is 16. The story covers her 17th and 18th birthday. Adrien is 16 when the story starts but he is soon 17, having his birthday that Autumn, shortly after the beginnin of the new school year. Him being that age is also the reason Gabriel decided to have him making 2 years in one and skipping to third grade, so it wouldn’t look like he repeated a grade. The story covers his 18th birtdhay. This is all based on the fact that they should be in the last year of middle school in the series so they should be 14 at the start of the year (Marinette. And Adrien being 15 shortly after), they are respectively 15 and 16 around WereDad, before the time-skip.

Marinette and Chat Noir’s relationship evolution. Mari and Chat’s relationship progresses from WereDad, where they have an established friendship and they decide to explore it. He goes to visit her and sometimes they manage to sneak out and have some fun together, but the more time passes, the more they are obligated to limitate their encounters to her room, as outside it gets more dangerous and Chat Noir doesn’t want Shadow Moth to discover about his bond with Marinette. In those two years, while they didn’t reveal their identities, they find a pillar of comfort and security in each other, eventually falling in love and getting together. Marinette’s parents don’t know about their frequent encounters until a bit after their romantic relationship starts, when they tell them about it.

Is most of the story Marichat? While there is a reveal planned for them eventually, 95% or so of the story is going to be full Marichat pre-reveal. Ladynoir’s friendship is fragile, Adrinette have lost most touch and Ladrien never really got anything (XD). It’s going to be a big Marichat meal, with appetizer, first course, second course and dessert.

#mlb fanart #mlb au #miraculous ladybug #miraculous #MLB Fertile Ashes #marichat #marinette dupain cheng #chat noir #mlb fanfiction

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