«My Light || Miguel O'Hara ||
A/n: 4am…can’t sleep 😩, enjoy this. No spoilers from the movie. Just something a little short and sweet.
Prompt used:
" you're so full of light... and i'm terrified that i'll be the one who quenches it. "
When Miguel first met you, you were just some random civilian he saved. He had thought it would be a one time thing but of course he was wrong and the man chalked it up to you either having bad luck or just being insanely stupid.
Yet the more times he saved you, the more he found out that he wanted to be around you.It was odd, meeting you for the first time not as SpiderMan but as Miguel but he couldn’t help it. Like a moth drawn to a flame, he was memorized by you.
Yes you may have been a little clumsy { which proved his theory right } but you were also incredibly kind, the fact that you worked at a rescue shelter made him fall for you a little more than he should have.
Though of course it took one little mistake, one stupid mistake for you to get injured. He knew he had to stay away from you now, he couldn’t lose you.
He wasn’t going to lose you!
“You need to stop brooding, you’re scaring the nurses.”
Scoffing, Miguel turned away from the door biting back a comment. Turning to look at you he couldn’t help but let his shoulders sag. Of course you were smiling, shaking his head he instead chose to sit next to you. His much larger hand taking a hold of your much smaller one. “How are you feeling?”
Shrugging, you squeezed his hand hoping to take his mind off of whatever he was thinking. “I’m fine, I’m more worried about you…are you alright?”
Lowering his gaze,he did his next or think of something to say. “You’re so full of light….and I.I’m terrified I’ll be the one who quenches it.”
“Miguel”Freeing your hand from his, you gently laced it on his cheek. “You could never snuff me out, you’re the reason why I’m so bright.”
Leaning into your hand, Miguel let his eyes slip close enjoying the warmth of your palm.
‘Yes…he may have been your light but you were his everything and he will make sure anyone that try’s to harm you will be snuffed from existence.’
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𝐀𝐎𝐓 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐇𝐂𝐒
a/n: if this is incomprehensible, its cus i wrote it at like 4am. if you see them getting longer as i go along no you don’t.
⋆ ࣪.❤︎ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒!┊levi, armin, hange, reiner, bertholdt, and porco.
⋆ ࣪.❤︎ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒!┊mostly sfw, porco's gets suggestive, not proofread we ball.
❥ 𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐈 𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍
— Levi kisses you like he’ll never get to again — explicitly in private, he’s not a fan of PDA. His lips are always desperate against yours, hands in your hair, around your neck, at your hips, drawing you closer. And when you pull away his lips chase yours, blue-grey eyes half-lidded with that longing look that turns your knees to jelly.
— If you’re taller he isn’t above yanking you down by the shirt collar to crush his lips against yours, if you’re shorter all the easier to tilt your face the way he wants.
— And when you tease him by ghosting your lips over his with a barely there kiss, hand in his hair to keep him from closing the gap — he whines this pitiful whine in the back of his throat, ashen eyes ensnaring yours with a glare, both annoyed and pleading.
“Don’t tease me, you’ll regret it.” he whispers, and when you pull away anyways with a husky laugh he follows up with a breathless “please.”
How can you deny him?
— He’s incredibly weak for those gentle kisses to his temple when he’s hard at work on reports in his office. He almost always catches your sleeve and tilts his jaw up to indicate he wants a real kiss. He can’t help but be greedy with you, your soft lips are like a drug, and he’s become quite the addict.
❥ 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍 𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐑𝐓
— Armin’s kisses are as gentle and thoughtful as he is. He probably plans his whole approach out the very first time he attempts it, but every time you look at him it’s as if his brain turns to mush. He starts to sweat and his throat goes dry, whatever romantic scheme he’d mulled over the night before goes right out the window.
In the end, it’s you that seizes the moment. You squish his cheeks and smush your lips over his, in his surprise he sputters against your lips, his face beet red — which only makes you pull away and burst into laughter.
“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean — let me try again, please!” he blusters, hands on your shoulders as you try your best to reel in your giggles. He gets this determined look in his eyes and cups your face, the action halting your tremors long enough to give him an opening to slot his lips over yours again. He does so with a little too much enthusiasm and ends up knocking you over, but you only throw your arms around him and sigh against his lips. Finally.
— You’ll get a lot of absent-minded pecks as he passes by you, the forehead, cheek, corner of your lips. Doesn’t matter if he’s focused on devising a plan, idly working on a report, or deep in thought, it’s muscle memory at this point. He especially does so when you’re cooking or cleaning so he doesn’t disturb you too much.
— But it’s not hard to tell your lips are his favorite place to kiss. sometimes he gets distracted and just gazes longingly at you, waiting for you to notice so he can pull you aside and smooch you properly. His favorite kisses are slow, long, and passionate, the kind that makes you forget the world around you. He definitely gets carried away and forgets where you are, only tearing away when you start to hear whistles and jeers from other soldiers.
❥ 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄 𝐙𝐎𝐄
— Hange’s kisses are as spontaneous and passionate as they are, often a spur-of-the-moment smack of their lips against yours more than anything. Sometimes they just get so excited about their experiments that they could really kiss you, so they do! Granted these are usually fleeting before they go back to babbling about their breakthroughs and theories.
— Since Hange tends to ramble a lot, there are few openings to swoop in for a kiss, which can lead to you just grabbing their face in frustration and shutting them up with your lips. It always works like a charm, their brown eyes wide with surprise before their arms wrap around you and they return your persistent lip lock.
“If you wanted my attention, you could have just said so.” They laugh, breathless as they pull away. Their tone is teasing, but you hardly mind after finally getting the kiss you wanted. Their thumbs brush over your cheeks, drawing your gaze back to theirs as they lean in again, lips a hair away from yours. “I’m not satisfied yet though, we should kiss some more.”
— They smile into kisses a lot, always so smug — but also because you just make them so happy. Especially after assuming the role of commander of the scouts, they’re all but pulling their hair out with all the stress. Your lips are a welcome reprieve, and you can feel them melt into your embrace every time, a wistful sigh against your lips as their worries float away.
— A kiss over their eyepatch gets them a little teary-eyed, hands in your hair to touch your foreheads together. You’ve been through so much together and lost so much. They’re glad to have you by their side to shoulder the weight of the many deaths of your fallen comrades. And now without Moblit, they need you there to be the voice of reason when they go off the deep end.
❥ 𝐑𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐔𝐍
— Reiner’s kisses are devoted and reverent. He kisses you like you’re air he breathes. Like he needs the press of your sweet lips against his to live.
— The type to cry when you kiss — in fact, that’s exactly what he did when you first kissed him. He crumpled against you, dragging you both to your knees as he clung to you, sobbing into your neck when he can bear to part from your lips. He’s yours from that moment on, in disbelief that you’ve chosen him, but nothing could tear him from you now.
— Reiner tends to kiss you super soft like he’s afraid you’ll break — a habit you’ll have to shake him out of by being as forceful and passionate as you like with him. Smash your lips against his, bite his lip; let him know that you’re just as desperate for him as he is for you.
— Reiner becomes incredibly reliant on your kisses. He expects a kiss hello and goodbye, a kiss good morning and goodnight. And if you skimp on them he’ll pull you aside, envelop you with his body so you can’t escape, and attack your face and lips with kisses to make up for it.
— Stop kissing him as often and he’ll think he’s done something wrong, mulling anxiously over it until he starts jumping to conclusions. Maybe he said something wrong? Did he do something to make you angry? What if you were growing bored of him? His overthinking will be his undoing.
— You can tell when Reiner wants a kiss, he gets this tortured look on his face as he stares at you from afar. And when you finally acknowledge him he perks up, sending you one of those flirty grins from his youth, beckoning you closer.
— Chronic hand-kisser, he really can’t help it when you slip your smaller fingers into his own so often. It always compels him to lift your hand to his lips and kiss your knuckles, anything to see you smile at him with that adoring look. It still amazes him that such a look is reserved for him.
❥ 𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐓 𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑
— As expected, Bertholdt’s kisses are shy and hesitant — at first. Your first kiss is pure but electric, a culmination of the tip-toeing you’ve been doing around each other for years. You’re definitely the one who initiates, but it’s Bertholdt that holds you still when you go to pull away, ensnaring you with a murmured “please stay” against your lips that makes you melt.
— That kiss consumes his thoughts — even his dreams after that. It’s like your lips met and everything started to make sense, like the world was more colorful. Wherever you go, you’ll find Bertholdt tailing closely behind like a puppy.
— After being given time to adjust to your affections and enough encouragement to assert his own, his kisses take on a very adoring quality. He cherishes you, almost always smiles into kisses, strokes your hair, cradles your head 🥹
— Bertholdt prefers quick pecks in public, quick n easy to your cheek or forehead.
(however, he starts nosing at your shoulder if he sees someone looking at you a little too long. Bert’s observant and while he trusts you, he can’t help but feel a little insecure sometimes. He thinks highly of you, convinced you’re way out of his league)
— But he likes them slow n long when you’re alone when he can express his love for you without the nerves of having everyone’s prying eyes on him.
— The type to come up behind you while you’re cooking and wrap himself around you, trailing kisses across your neck and shoulder. BACK KISSES!! He’s more confident without the pressure of you looking at him. As soon as you turn around he’s putty again under your gaze, chin tucked to his chest demurely as you wrap your arms around his neck and start your own kiss attacks.
— He can’t help it, your eyes make him weak in the knees. You’re just so pretty… and when you look at him like that…
— He’s so fucking tall though and you might consider carrying around a step stool just so you can kiss him anytime you want (climb him) cus he always looks so kissable. And he gets the cutest blush on his face when you tug at his sleeve and pucker your lips. Bert won’t waste any time pushing your hair back and leaning down to settle his soft lips over yours.
“Stop looking so kissable before I climb you like a tree.” You pout, eyes narrowed as he gives you a weird look, cheeks full of food.
He swallows and leans down to boop his hooked nose against yours affectionately.
“Please don’t.” Please do.
❥ 𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐎 𝐆𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐑𝐃
— Porco kisses you like he’s got something to prove.
— Makes you wonder what exactly. Is it to prove that he’s better at it than you? No… Porco likes to be the best, but his kisses largely reflect his desperation for you to think he’s the best you can get. He wants to kiss you better than anyone else probably ever could. He burns for you, and it translates so beautifully into the way he’s trying so hard to not let you slip through his fingers. He wants to prove he’s all you’ll ever want. (And he is 🧎♀️)
— Porco’s kisses are always passionate, and he can never stop at just one either. Pull away for a moment and he’ll chase your lips. He gets carried away easily, and being in a public setting is rarely a deterrent. He’s not gonna tongue-kiss you in front of the warrior candidates, but that’s as far as his restraint goes I’m afraid. Especially if he's jealous.
— Porco can be held back from brawling every guy that so much as looks your way (barely), but not from pulling you in by the hips to crush your lips against his when he knows they’re looking.
— Neck kiss enthusiast, both giving and receiving. He likes to do it especially to distract/annoy you when you’re focused on chores or not giving him enough attention. And if you’re being especially resilient he will bite you, just to hear you gasp. You’re gonna be walking around with hickeys everywhere I’m so sorry, no use in scolding him. And if you try to cover them up with makeup he takes that as a challenge to give you more.
— Can’t take a dose of his own medicine though, and that’s something you need to abuse. Catch him while he’s doing something important and start pressing the softest kisses to his neck and jaw and watch him melt. And when he reaches for you, pull away and insist he focuses on his task. Drives him crazy. The moment you start using your teeth and sucking on his neck, he crumbles, hands in your hair, pulling at your clothes. He can be so cute sometimes.
— I’d even go so far as to say that he’s a little obsessed with kissing you, and that means it’s the best kind of leverage you have over him. It’s hilarious how offended he gets when you refuse to kiss him when you’re mad at him. Wdym no kisses until he apologizes??? >:0 he acts tough about it like he doesn’t care… for like a day… and then he’s cornering you.
“'m sorry okay? Lemme kiss you already.” He huffs so quietly you barely hear him, and you bask in the clear humiliation of the titan shifter before you. You supposed you should take pity him… or…
“I think you can beg better than that, Pock.”
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Night Terrors - Severus Snape x y/n
MASTERLIST | AO3 | COFFEE
On AO3 here - 2.393 words
Summary: It's 4 am and you woke up once again covered in cold sweat. Tired of having these night terrors you seek for the comfort of Severus Snape.
A/N: I am not a native English speaker so I am sorry for any spelling mistake and if my first smut scene is too bad :D. I tried my best!
Triggers/Warnings: I think there is none other than any bad word around here and there and mentions of Night Terrors, y/n is a she. Please let me know if I missed something important. Also y/n is +18 (you can choose the age you want to, it's just she is not underage).
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It was 4 am and you woke up again covered in cold sweat. Great. Night terrors were making your life miserable and you couldn’t understand why you were experiencing all of this.
To be honest, you kind of had an idea of why. You were drowned by deadlines and exams that were hard to meet and on top of that your parents wouldn’t stop sending you OWLs about pushing you to leave your studies in Hogwarts in order to work and help them with the family debt.
You thought about it and you almost dropped your studies but you only had 1 year left before finishing Hogwarts and you wouldn’t dare to stop having the only pleasure that was free in your life: seeing Severus Snape.
Covered in cold sweat you took your jersey and went outside, sneaking out of your chambers and heading straight to the dungeons to enter his office. Of course he would be there, you knew.
He usually would tell you in those small moments of bonding where you assisted him after class that he also had issues when it comes to having a pleasant night of sleep.
Knocking twice on the door you didn’t wait for him to answer.
The office was silent, only the small sound of his quill that suddenly stopped writing to meet his cold face, not surprised to see you there at 4 in the morning.
Closing the door slowly you stood in front of him.
Severus slowly left his quill on the right side of the parchment and massaging his temples he began to speak:
“What is this? More whining about the class schedule? Or is this time about the quality of the school’s potion ingredients? Or are we going to be treated to your latest theory on why Harry Potter gets special treatment from the staff?”
Your head shook letting him know that nothing like this was the reason why you were standing in front of him, wearing your cotton pajamas, accentuating every inch of your feminine figure.
Plopping on one chair besides him you sighed audibly.
“I have night terrors and I just can't sleep”
“And you've decided I would be the best person to help you with this?” He replied in a scornful tone and he resumed grading the papers, unable to look at her eyes.
You were already too annoyed at this precise moment and you knew that visiting him wasn’t the best decision but you couldn’t bear another lecture at this hour.
“Yeah, I have decided that since I felt safe when you are around you are the best person for me to go at 4am because of my night terrors”
Severus' brows pulled together in a clear sign of annoyance being forced to leave his tasks of grading papers, for the second time, in less than 5 minutes.
He folded his arms and looked at you.
“And the nightmares you are suffering from? Tell me about them.”
You knew that this wasn’t him being really interested in what you had to say but mostly to find a reason to manipulate you into thinking that coming to him was another of your foolish ideas and that you should be going out if you didn’t want more points taken from your house.
Still you told him the truth of why you were having them at which he replied first with a laugh full of mockery.
“I could give you nightmares, you pathetic girl”. He laughs to himself. “You live a charmed life, and you have the nerve to complain about being afraid? There are plenty of people who have good reason to be afraid, young lady. You, on the other hand, cannot imagine how it feels to be at the mercy of powers against which we are helpless!”
Snape took a few seconds to reply again, raising his voice.
“You think that is a nightmare?”
It was obvious that Severus Snape himself wouldn’t be holding your hands and saying how sorry he was for seeing you like this, of course not, but after all you at least had the small hope of him having some sort of… pity. Some soft of mercy or true for you.
But you felt miserable. Of course you did. You knew him and usually you would beg for this type of interaction if it meant to be noticed by him. But today you didn’t want this.
Slowly standing up from your seat Severus seems to take into account how his words especially affected you tonight.
“No, girl, sit down”. He said simply, but you stood there, quiet, looking at him.
Seeing that you were looking at him with a puzzled look Severus spoke again.
“That is why you have come to me? For comfort?” He seems genuinely puzzled as well. “You think that I could possibly be a comforting person?”
You nodded slowly, still there, as if she was challenging him but the truth is that she was sensing that Severus was trying to say something more and she wanted to test her luck tonight.
“You are clearly mistaken”. He continued. “How do you imagine that I of all people would be remotely capable of giving you comfort?” The same sneering, contemptuous tone of earlier, and then, as if he has just thought of something important, he says, even more witheringly. “And, even if I were inclined to be comforting, what makes you think you of all people would be deserving of my comfort?”
Hands balled into fists made you suppress your anger at his words. And it worked since it gave you the energy to reply to him back.
“I don't deserve your comfort, I completely know about it. I just... I just wanted to stay here. I can be silent if you... want to”.
Snape sighs.
“Stay then, if staying makes you any less pathetic”.
Pathetic. He said. Maybe I was after all. Still here even if he wanted to push me away.
He was insulting me and still, still after all of this it was my body who moved alone, silently, going towards him.
You don’t really know what happened. If it was the way he saw your face contorted with pain at his words, the fact that you had the courage to still fight him despite his coldness but something in Severus broke inside of him at that precise moment.
He looked at you and without showing any emotion he spoke.
“I do care for you, you know.”
Your eyes snapped quickly at him, staying silently for a few minutes. Unable to move, even unable to breath in case that you broke the spell. In case that the sound of your existence bothered him and changed his words.
But your mouth had other plans and decided to speak.
“You do?”
“Yes” he simply stated.
Your eyebrows furrowed at his simple answer but you needed to know more.
“And what exactly do you care about me?”
“Because, unlike many people I know, you have done very little to deserve my dislike. And there are certain qualities in you that I admire”.
His voice is quiet, almost a whisper, and sounds as if it is choking on those last words.
“The amount of courage you possess is truly remarkable”.
That made you chuckle softly at his words, a lot of butterflies starting to fly on your stomach.
“Well, you inspire me to be like that so, all the credit goes to you, sir”
Severus gives that a short, dry, humorless laugh that could almost pass as a cough.
“Very flattering, I must admit”.
There is a very short pause as Snape considers what he has just said before he continues in practically a whisper.
“I suppose you could say that I... feel a responsibility towards you... to keep you safe as best I can”.
You were having luck tonight, and you should have stood where you are but why not? Why not test the waters? Why not push the buttons? Why not?
“So if you want to keep me safe as best as you can... does this finally include that you will help me with the night terrors i just had?”
The contemptuous sneer is back. His voice is back to cold and harsh.
“Do you really expect me to comfort you, as though you are an infant, for night terrors?”
He laughs again and speaks even more contemptuously, mocking her.
“If you ask so nicely, I suppose I can let you cry on my shoulder”.
At this moment you continued walking towards him standing by his side. Him sitting on his chair behind his desk.
“If I ask nicely…” you whispered. “Will you allow me to sit on your lap and find comfort on your hands?” and after finishing this sentence your right hand was laying on his shoulder.
He was shocked at your words.
He doesn't say anything, but he looks at you as if you had suggested something that was completely outrageous and unthinkable, and as if he is wondering whether you were being serious or making fun of him. But then... All of a sudden... the shock turns into a hint of almost imperceptible color on his face, and, as a hint of amusement enters his voice, he lets out a single "hmph", without any further words needed to explain the meaning behind it.
And also nothing else came from you as well. A slow nod that ended in your body moving slowly to sit on his lap.
It’s strange at first, the feeling of his fabric on your skin, the stiffness on his body and on yours but you try to adjust your body.
But it feels so good. How your back is laying on his chest and your head on the crook of his neck. Silently taking into his smell. Fresh herbs. Sandalwood. It suits him.
And he felt at first that he wanted to push y/n. But then, slowly, almost unwillingly, he moves his hand to rest on the back of her head, his thumb caressing her temple ever so softly as she starts to lean on his chest.
It was an intimate moment. A life changing one. In a couple of minutes the dynamics between the two of you had changed and the desire and prayers of you trying to get into your professor's life came true. The room was silent and only the breath of the two of you could be heard.
Severus was the first one to break the silence with a perceptible soft tone whispering in your ear.
“Maybe you were not so pathetic after all”.
Another chuckle escaped from your lips and your hand started to toy with his fingers, feeling the rough hands of your Professor. Hands that have gone through so much. So much pain, so much hardness and difficulties.
“I am not, I am glad that you are starting to see it even if you can be this cruel with your words”
He makes a dry, humourless laugh and says in a contemptuous tone.
“That is my way of being caring, I'm afraid”.
He smiles then, a small, barely noticeable smile, as if at the memory of a secret joke, and continues in a voice so low he almost isn't even sure if he said anything.
“You have never heard me being outright insulting, have you?”
The contemptuous sneer suddenly returns.
“Because I can be much, much crueler”.
Oh god, If he just could say those words in another context. In his bed. Perhaps. You thought for a second, wild thoughts trying to control your body and your mind but you quickly stopped them.
Instead, you just shook your head.
“You are right. Well, then I must be a bit special after all”.
His voice is low, but he lets out something that almost, just about, could maybe pass for a laugh.
“Just a bit?”
A small smile appears on his mouth.
“Not everyone can say they were only called pathetic by Severus Snape at four o'clock in the morning”.
That made you absolutely laugh. And it was unexpected. Your chest didn’t weigh as much as it did when you arrived at his office and his frown ceased and it was replaced by a faint smile.
“That 's true. And not everyone can say that they have sat on Snape's lap at 4 in the morning”
He curled an eyebrow as a quick response.
“Is that supposed to be some special honour? My lap?”
“Yeah, it is. Would you allow this to anyone?”
His sneer appears to be mixed with amusement and he lets out that single dry, humourless laugh again. It almost seems as though he finds this amusing - but he will certainly never admit it.
“No, I wouldn't. It is special just for you”.
Your hand stopped playing with his fingers and instead you held it, giving it a gentle squeeze.
“I wish I could be special in every single way” you whispered to him looking anywhere but his face which started to blush madly.
But he stared at you with burning eyes. And you started to feel it.
“Do you wish I could show you?” you didn’t hear anything but you would bet that he was smirking.
Your hand dropped his and this time you met his eyes, your left arm slowly rising to cup with your hand his cheek.
“Yeah, show me”
He doesn't resist when you caress his cheek.
He is so close to you that their faces are only inches away.
His eyes slowly moved down to your lips. A tiny ghost of a smile curves his lips as his eyes look into yours.
And all of a sudden, he starts to move, slowly, almost as if he is hesitating.
His face is coming even closer to yours.
Your faces are almost touching.
And as if all of this were happening in slow motion…
Severus just kisses you.
And the kiss is reciprocated. Slow. Timid at first but revealing a content sigh from both parts as if the two of you were wanting this for so long.
The night ended slowly and the sun slowly was rising, kisses exchanged with soft touches and small moans of satisfaction. Your lips getting to know each other with soft dances of your tongues.
He certainly gave you the comfort you were wishing for.
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For the first sentence prompt:
“Fuck, is it supposed to look like that?”
Thank you for the sentence! Also, I'm so sorry for this but not sorry enough to not post it.
After a 4am workout, Roy and Jamie return to a surprise at Jamie's house.
“Fuck, is it supposed to look like that?” Roy asks, looking at the half smashed balloon dog sculpture in Jamie’s hallway.
“No, no it is not,” Jamie replies, a frown deepening on his face and following his gaze Roy can see more damage, an upturned lamp, a broken mirror. In the next room, feathers from a lurid orange cushion are scattered over the floor.
“Fuck,”
Jamie’s walks further into his house, running his shaking fingers over a gouge in the wall.
“Jamie, wait, we should call the police,” Roy cautions him. There’s something off about this, something not right. It feels personal. Burglars would go straight for the expensive watches, the jewellery, they wouldn’t waste time doing this.
In the lounge, Jamie’s coffee table is snapped in half, like someone took a crowbar to it. Pure anger has been taken out on the room and Roy feels sick at the thought of what might have happened if Jamie had been here.
“Jamie, we should wait outside,” Roy tries again, even if the culprit is long gone, this is now a crime scene and he pulls on Jamie’s arm, the touch snapping Jamie out of his shock.
“Yeah, yeah,” he agrees, letting Roy lead him out.
They never make it to door.
“Hello, boys,”
(I'm taking all thoughts, theories and suggestions on who this is because I don't know.)
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Hehehehe so about scrutinized maybe a lovesick tanner or kidnapper I don’t mind and another one is yandere kidnapper wanting to keep them for himself but they have a lover or crush on someone please and thank youuu❤️❤️😘🫶🫶
heueheueh. this will be a multi chapter! ||
Love Sick
tanner x (fem implied) reader , stockholm syndrome , kidnapping , jealousy , stalking , creepy behavior from tanner ||
your computer screen began to slowly burn your retinas, the blue light had formed a headache long ago. going through countless reports, sorting out the bullshit karen complaints and filing the ones that screamed ‘suspect’. all while being oblivious to the well suited creep making rounds around your home.
you couldn’t be to blame, each time you checked your home security cameras, not a single thing seemed out of place. it was like whatever wanted in was serious, and took a good look at all the blind spots around your home to avoid getting caught. you checked the clock, realizing you’ve been up almost 24 hours. pushing yourself from the desk, you stretched your arms up to break the tension.
“rather call it a night now. don’t feel like adding insomnia to the list of medical concerns.” glancing to your phone, you had three missed texts from your current fling, a fine man with a good job who had taken you on a few dates. checking through them, you resorted to responding later. it’s not like they’d be up at 4am anyways.
clearing up your work area and double checking to make sure your windows were locked downstairs, you sauntered up to your room, holding onto the railing to aid your fatigued eyes that could barely stay open now that they had no reason to. you skipped the shower, as all you did was sit at home all day in the same clothes with minimal movement. slipping into bed, you got real comfy.
“oh fuck..” you mumbled, looking up the window above you. you forgot to check it. but in theory it shouldn’t be unlocked. you never open it. shrugging the anxiousness away, you turn on your back, letting your eyes shut to fall into a much needed sleep.
that’s when he creeped in, white suit and blood red tie. fidgeting with window locks was nothing new, sneaking into women’s homes was routine, and watching you, well that was an everyday thing. every date you’ve been on, every grocery trip you made, all the reports you’d file. tanner was there, watching everything. seeing how ambitious you were to catch criminals, low scale ones compared to him, but bastards nonetheless.
creeping towards your sleeping figured, admiring the way your chest would rise and feel with each breath. his calloused hand slipped into the picked of his doctors coat, revealing his syringe. tanners eyes never left you, wanting to make sure he could strike unbeknownst to you. repositioning the needle in his hand, he crawled on the bed on top of you, his left arm pressing into the mattress by the side of your head.
feeling the weight shift and mattress dip, your eyes fluttered open, only to be met with his face mere inches from yours. gasping, you gripped onto the sheets in fear. within seconds he sunk the needle into your neck, injecting you with a small dose of midazolam. “let’s talk.” was the last thing you heard before your vision blurred, and thoughts became clouded. and the very last thing you could feel was being hoisted up and thrown over the culprits shoulder.
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K’s random hours #0002
ateez is gay? straight? i don't know anymore
Disclaimer: This is just for fun. I don't care who they date, or what their sexuality is. As long as they are healthy and happy, that's all I ever wanted.
Recently Ateez has lots of dating rumours, so I wanted to talk about this conspiracy theory that's been running in my head.
I realised that, when I saw a dating rumor between Mingi and Giselle (aespa), there were only two thoughts in my mind.
1. Wait, Mingi is straight?
2. He's not dating Yunho?
Of course in a jokingly matter. Hey, if they are dating it's none of my business. But as I lay pondering on my bed at 4am, I begin to wonder.
As we all know, members of Ateez represent all colours of the rainbows — gay in every way. (Gayteez fr) A “Shorty in blue” comment is enough- Wait, I mean “Twink in pink” comment is enough for atinys to recognise each other. The ships — Matz, Yungi, Woosan, Jongsang — are like fated pairs.
But don't you think that that's a little bit suspicious?
Judging from most atinys reaction, most of us when seeing them having a dating rumor with a female idol, we absolutely DO NOT BELIEVE. In no way.
BUT. If a dating rumor between Wooyoung and Yeonjun comes out, MOAs and ATINYs are going to hold the wedding ourselves and congratulate them. Whether jokingly or not.
But what if, IF, they were REALLY dating a female?
Okay. My own first rule as a KPOP stan (applies to me only) Recgonize that all idols are human. They have their life. Whether they date or not, its their private business.
BUT.
Let's say d*patch released, say Hongjoong, having dinner with a female friend, and claims that they are dating. I think most of us will not believe it, given his “freakiest twink in itaewon” title. Most of us would think about Seonghwa too, and might list out reasons why Hongjoong is not straight and is literally married to Seonghwa.
Do you see it there?
What if we were so desensitized to the point when they are actually straight and dating a girl but we keep thinking its untrue because of the “gayteez” mindset?
Do you see where I'm heading?
That's all. Just for fun, just me overthinking. HAHA.
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Honestly when i read certain things Tkkrs write, i get tired! How can such a large number of pple be so dumb? How? The move from one narrative to the next, one theory to the next, one lie to the next! How can you think TK are dating each other after watching them these past 10 years? How? Now u all are screaming about Tk outings and you are also desperately trying to prove Jikook is not real by claiming they don’t see eo! How would you know that? If Tae didn’t turn on that 2 minute Live at Jk’s place, would you have ever known he was there? Why do you think they show us or tell us everything? How stupid can you be to think you actually know everything going on in these guy’s lives? You claim Jikook is fanservice because they don’t hang out outside of work, and i want to ask you, where the fuck have u been all these years! Are you trying to claim that you haven’t seen all the photos and videos of Jikook hanging out all through the years? Are you trying to claim that you haven’t heard about all the times they were in each other’s rooms? Tae himself told us 3 different times that Jk and Jimin were together at ungodly hours of the night! How can u believe Tk are a thing when Jk is always with Jimin most nights? He literally called Jimin his all nighter friend! They literally told us they have the habit of staying up late at night together, not just them, Jhope said it too in his documentary! He literally mentioned Jk and Jimin always stay up at night! So let’s say Jk was actually dating Tae! When does he spend couple time with Tae if he is always with Jimin at night? When? Also, all through the years, we have always seen or heard of Jikook spending important days together! Valentines day 2017, the posted a tweet wearing matching outfits (a couples thing in korea), they also posted a tweet watching the first snow together (couples thing in korea) on valentines day 2018, Jimin came back to korea from paris and on the 15th, he was spotted with Jk and his friend sungwon hanging out! On Jk’s birthday, he was with Jimin ALONE at 4am, On Jimin’s bday 2021, he did it in Jk’s studio and Jk got a cake for him (something staff always do) and he wrote "you are my park filter" on the cake! On Jk’s bday in 2019, Jimin flew all the way from paris to celebrate with Jk for a few hours and get back on a plane to another destination! Tae was nowhere to be found! On Jk’s bday 2022, Jimin went to see Jk, but again, Tae was nowhere to be found! On white day 2022, a photo of Jikook and a friend hanging out at a restaurant was leaked, on white day 2023, JM was not in Korea, but Jk and Tae were, Jk went Live on white day for hours, showing that he was ALONE! JM wasn’t in korea, but Tae was! Why didn’t Jk spend the day with his “boyfriend”? Why does Jk keep being with Jimin on all these important days instead of Tae? Jk himself said that during their break in 2019, he only saw Jimin and Jhope! How can Taekook be a couple and they don’t even see each other?
Yes, these days Tk hang out alot! But how do those hangouts prove they are a couple? Why haven’t we ever seen them hang out outside of work before now? All through the years, we never ever heard or saw Tk hanging out once! Not ever! We saw Jikook so many times, we heard of them hanging out so many times through the years! But nothing of Tk! These boys literally went on Tv and decided to share with us that they had grown a lil distant! Yet you lot ignored it and started again with your narrative of bighit giving them a script to read, all these just because you cannot get urself to accept the FACT that TK are JUST friends! Whenever something was said or done that didn’t match ur narratives, you claimed the company was hiding Tk, or Tk were lying, or Jikook is a cover for Taekook, or you straight up sent alot of hate to Jimin! Did you ever stop for a minute to ask yourselves what if you were wrong? Did u ever ask yourselves why you were so triggered by Jimin being close to Jk! I guess you didn’t because you know that you wouldn’t like the answer! The truth is, deep down, you know that there is NO WAY TK is real after everything Jikook have done for and to each other. No way! The hangouts you guys scream about only prove that Taekook are friends and they are actively working on bridging that gap that was trying to form in their friendship! This is the first time, they are actually hanging out with each other, outside if work without other members! It had never happened b4! And this also proves that their conversation on ITS was true cuz we all clearly saw a difference with TK after that conversation! Y’all were claiming the company was hiding TK yet, you kept getting TK moments on official content! Make it make sense! When something doesn’t go ur way, instead of rethinking, you start throwing tantrums like children, calling everyone a liar, or hating on Jimin and calling him a homewrecker, or hating on Hybe! What the fuck is wrong with you idiots? Tae literally asked you guys to STOP!! You claim to love him and Jk yet you ignore them when they continually show you that they are just friends! Need i remind you that TK is the ONLY ship in Bts that has outrightly been debunked! Tae told you guys go get out of your imaginations, yet you vermin found a way to twist his words to continue deceiving new army! Y’all are disgusting for real! I ship Jikook but if any one of them ever does what Tae did, i would immediately STOP, regardless of what i think i know or have seen or heard! That is how you prove u love them! By respecting their words and not twisting them to suit ur bizzare narratives! You claim TK are a couple yet Jk sits in his house watching an almost 2 hour live of jimin while giggling and kicking his feet! Show me when he ever did something like that for Tae! You claim TK are a couple yet Jk keeps asking Jm to come for one reason or the other! You claim Tk are a couple yet Jk can’t stop talking about Jimin on his Lives! You claim TK are a couple yet Jk comes back home from hanging out with Tae, turns on a Live looking all sad and miserable, and telling army how he comes to us when he is feeling down or has alot on his mind, all the while listening to songs about missing someone! And the only person he has literally admitted to missing is Jimin, when he responded to Jimin’s “I miss you " post on weverse! Jk and tae are dating but Jk spends white day alone even tho Tae is in the country? TK are dating yet they alway go back to their respective houses after hanging out? Tk are dating, yet Jk spends a majority of his nights doing something with Jimin? Tk are dating yet Jk spends all important days like bday, vals day, anniversaries and traditional holidays with Jimin? Tk are dating yet Jk on most lives always looks lonely and sad? Tk are dating yet Tae has admitted more than 3 times to not knowing Jk’s hotel rooms when they were on tour but Somehow Jimin always knew? Tk are dating yet Jk and Jimin are “caught” going into Jk’s hotel room together when they were not aware of the cameras? BFFR!
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You cannot fix stupid anon. We can throw all the logic in the world at them. But they will never accept reality. There are other Jimin and JK ships out there. And they believe in what they believe. Idk why, but they do. However they don't come to our spaces to try and infiltrate. That's why we're always calling out the vermin because they refuse to stay in their lane.
I cannot wait for 2025. If you think JK is fed up now, if you think JK hates them now, wait until MS is over and Jikook don't have to be cautious anymore. The ones that don't leave the fandom will have no choice. Because Jikook will be loud AF. You think 2019 was bad? You ain't seen nothing yet.
In 2 years they will have no choice but to admit they were wrong. And those who insist on Tkk being real will look like clowns. Especially if Jennie gets pregnant and then what? We know V is obsessed with kids. We know that's in the cards for him. We know Jennie can't be assed to put any effort in BP and is now pursuing acting?? Well that line of work is way more accepting of people dating than the Idol life.
A rude awakening is coming. And I will enjoy every single second of it. You can count on that. They are coming for you Army. They're gonna set the whole fandom on fire
It's better to be prepared coz Jikook supporters sure are.
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What the heck did actually happen to Crosshair's chip?
The theory isn't probably revolutionary, and my explanation is a mess, but it's almost 4am, so forgive me.
He definitely did not act like the regs.
It was confirmed that his chip did activate when Order 66 began. It was unexpected, tho. Even Nala Se was surprised it worked. His mutations altered much of his cranial activity, but it still worked.
Clone force 99 was expected to be immune to the programming. Yet we see it worked for Crosshair and Wrecker. We will never know if the chip would activate for the rest of the batch, fortunately.
It's safe to say that they were not immune, but their mutations definitely made the chip malfunction.
With Wrecker, it was probably a delayed reaction. And I believe it would activate later if not for him notoriously hitting his head.
I guess Hunter and Tech's chips would also have a different malfunction.
We could say, "Well, Crosshair had no malfunction. It worked as it was supposed to, right on time?"
Did it tho?
Let's compare Crosshair and Wrecker then.
Both are clones with mutations. However, Wrecker, although responding to Order 66 much later, he acted exactly like regs. They dropped everything they were doing and immediately began killing the Jedi and traitors. Wrecker reacted the same. Immediate reaction.
So let's recall Crosshair's reaction to Order 66 back on Kaller. Despite his chip being activated on time, his reaction was absolutely different.
He did not drop everything he was doing and ran to kill General Billaba and Caleb. He, along with the batch, ran to launch a counterattack on approaching droid battalion. They only stopped running, all confused, once they heard blaster and screams. When they approached Caleb, he never raised his weapon.
None of them knew what Order 66 was. When Wrecker asked what it meant, Crosshair didn't answer. If he knew, he would definitely enlighten them. Also, when Tech told them the meaning behind the order, he said,
"That would explain things."
Which confirmed that he indeed didn't know what the order was about.
But then, why did he try to kill Caleb later?
I'll get to it soon.
Let's go further with Crosshair behavior.
Hunter finally admitted he didn't kill Caleb cause he didn't feel like killing their commander was right. Also, we have Echo being openly angry at regs for killing the general.
Their behavior would be seen as treason and violation of Order 66. Knowing what regs and Wrecker did, Crosshair should have stood up and killed the batchers right there on the spot. He did nothing except getting mad at them for disobeying orders.
Now, the disobedience he kept talking about. I think that's the key to Crosshair's behavior.
We have these four very important scenes.
Lama Su : "[Clone force 99] could be an asset to your new Empire."
Tarkin : "Yet reports indicate they exhibit a concerning level of disobedience and disregard for orders."
Crosshair : "An order is an order."
Hunter : "Since when?"
Hunter : "What's wrong with you?"
Crosshair : "I'm following orders."
Hunter : "Exactly."
Crosshair : "He made us disobey orders."
Tech : "I never thought you disobeying orders was a problem."
Crosshair, along with the rest of the batch, was disobeying orders all the time to the point that the reports were concerning. And suddenly, we got Crosshair as a walking example of a soldier who follows orders.
The famous phrase that every clone, a reg or defective one said
"Good soldiers follow orders."
Now, to program something, you need a formula. I believe the formula to program the chip sounded something like that : "Good soldiers follow orders. Eliminate all the Jedi and their supporters, as they committed treason and are a threat to the Republic."
Crosshair kept repeating the phrase, yet he didn't know what the Order 66 was?
Because his malfunction was partial activation.
The chip activated only the first part on the formula, which made him obey orders - all orders in general.
That would explain why he didn't know what Order 66 was. He, however, knew there was an order, and he needed to follow it. He saw other troopers killing the General and Caleb being afraid. And let's be honest, Crosshair is very sharp. It wasn't hard for him to link the dots.
In conclusion, the failed functioning of the chip made Crosshair respond partially to Order 66. He didn't kill Caleb right away because he didn't know he was supposed to. Only later did he follow other troopers' steps. He didn't see troopers killing traitors cause, well, he didn't see them do it. Therefore, he only argued with the batchers. As I said, he only responded to the "Good soldiers follow orders" part and this is the only thing he cared about.
Now. The writers said, and I quote, "I think we can say he had his chip removed."
We heard him saying he had his chip removed a long time ago. We saw the scar. However, it wasn't a cut, it looked like a burn. As if it was forcibly removed, or... unprofessionally 👀 He heard about the chip from Hunter and Omega, we couldn't see his face, but it was visible he was taken aback by the news. I think he was angry hearing about the chip, cause it was either the Empire or The Batch lying to him. In anger, he ordered to aim for Omega. After all, he was a soldier of the Empire.
But then he found out Omega wasn't lying. He wanted to remove the chip on his own. Therefore, his head looks like it looks. It's a burn. Did he use some lasers? We won't probably know. Let's not forget, Crosshair had his chip augmented. And we can see he had it enhanced many times. I think he had his chip destroyed, deactivated or damaged. He still seems to suffer from headaches.
The next time we see him, we can see the scar, and we can see a change in his behavior.
He has never reported about Omega's existence. His own squad reported his changed behavior to Rampart. He suddenly began talking about the batchers' loyalty to him.
And here comes the main point that for me confirmed the chip deactivation or whatever he did to it.
Hunter : "You tried to kill us. We didn't have a choice."
Crosshair : "And I did?"
He didn't want to kill them but he didn't have a choice.
I think he was even more angry at the batchers. Cause he realized they knew and never tried to get him back.
"You betrayed everything we stood for. And for what? Republic?"
"We're loyal to each other, not some Empire."
"You weren't loyal to me. I was one of you. You may have forgotten but I haven't. And it's why I'm going to give you what you never gave me. A chance."
And it was exactly how Crosshair said it was. He was what he thought he was. He strongly believed he was made for only one purpose, to be a soldier. No matter the leadership, no matter the orders. The "chip Crosshair" and the real Crosshair didn't differ much. The only difference was that he didn't want to kill his brothers and Omega. He wanted them to join him and have Omega have a different life without being in constant danger.
He wouldn't change unless something or someone made him realize he had different options, and he was seen as disposable by the new leaders. The snituation with Cody began this process. Commander Cody was a walking perfection for Crosshair. It was clear to see. The only reg that had Crosshair's respect and admiration. Hearing about the perfect soldier going AWOL after saying clones are not droids and have a choice definitely broke something in him.
Everything that happened with Mayday only confirmed his doubts. He was not seen as a soldier, he didn't matter. He wasn't superior to the regs. He was treated exactly like them. Like trash. Killing Nolan was the moment of him admitting his decision to stay with the Empire was wrong.
We see he gave up completely. He doesn't care what happens to him. He was entirely consumed by darkness and remorse.
Until he hears the Empire is after his brothers and his little sister. He put all the strength he had left to warn them.
Crosshair is a victim. And he deserves forgiveness and a second chance. Don't yall dare to hate on my husband and call him names, just cause you don't understand what he went through 😤😤
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Genuine question. Does anyone else theorize that Mu is the biological daughter of the Prince/Snatcher and Vanessa?
The baby room in the mansion has plagued my mind once again and I have a hard time believing that it was just there for no reason. They must have been expecting a child, right? Like you don't just renovate a room like that for no reason, it's costly(they're probably rich tbh but still). I find it hard to believe the room is pointless and only there to add some spooky feels to the game bc it's not a scary room. I also find it odd, in game play, Vanessa doesn't check that room until the end bit of her looking for Hat kid and most players will never see her go in there bc they go to the attic immediately. If you stay back, to be an nuisance like me, you'll find she actually goes to the baby room but why does she go there last? I genuinely think she tries to avoid that room at all costs. Maybe she still feels regret about it even while being possessed(or whatever happened to her in canon).
Ok so now let's talk about Mu's weird ass yellow eyes. So this is more supported by fannon but just fallow along. So Lots of ppl like to draw the prince, right? Right. But drawing a character with no confirmed eye shape or color is hard, right? Right. Most ppl hc the prince's eyes to be yellow mainly bc of Snatcher's being yellow, right? Right!
Soooo let's just say MAYBE if the Prince and Vanessa were to have a child that child could possibly have blonde hair and yellow eyes???
I know that's more of a stretch so maybe I should point out more obvious things. I just like the eye theory lol
So one I like the most is that Vanessa and Mu share the same voice acter which could point to a connect between the two. And even if they didn't share va, both of these characters are very vengeful. Like we all know what happened when Vanessa became enraged. Lots of ppl died. Now look at Mu's final level bs. That place is a death trap for sure, and IF you(mainly talking about the npcs) get to the end you get judged by Mu. And well. Last guy we saw there fell through a trap door. He's probably a goner. I genuinely think if Mu was left to her own devices with no intervention from Hat kid, she'd probably kill most of the cast. She's very vengeful much like Vanessa.
I will say tho Vanessa is much more petty about her vengeance. Mu has a much better reason to be so angry about the world that wronged her.
Another thing to point out about these two is that they're elements of anger and rage are opposite of each other. Vanessa has a kingdom of never melting ice and Mu's kingdom is ever flowing lava. I find the parallels between these two interesting.
Anyways talking about fire, you know who else has fire as one of they're main elements?
Yeah it's Snacher.
Both Mu and Snatcher are Mischievous, cocky, willing to use others to get what they want, willing to kill ppl, both are traumatized by someone ruining they're old lives and having to abandon they're old lives just to survive and they both has to suffer ALONE bc of these ppl. I pointing at the last two very loudly.
(I'm sure there's more similarities between these two. It's 4am and I'm just very tired.)
Now we don't know what the Prince's personality was prior to these events happening but the similarities in outcome are interesting. Both were shown to be nice and sweet ppl before these events happening to them and now both have nearly Impenetrable walls so that others don't get close to them.
BTW on a side thing. I don't think Mu ever considered Hat kid as a friend like that Lil progress bar thing showd after Hat kid saved her. A reliable ally at the time, yes but never friends. I think she just saw Hat kid as an easy way to the mafia hq. I mean Hat kid does most of the work and just after one disagreement Mu considers Hat kid her rival. Plus that friendship bar never shows up again! It was a lie! A show! Why doesn't it show up again?? I genuinely don't know.
So as a last note, so that I can go sleep in peace tonight, here is what I think happened.
Vanessa and The Prince were expecting a child soon.
The Prince goes to law school and leaves a pregnant Vanessa behind while he goes studies.
Either the child came sooner then expected or a miscalculation happened and Vanessa births a child while The Prince is still out on his studies.
Vanessa possessed with that weird jealousy hex(no idea what happened in canon) doesn't want the child to steal the Prince's attention from her.
Vanessa not in her enraged killing spree set of mind like she is in the future decides to abandon the newly born in a new land. Far from her home but somewhere safe.
The child in taken in and taken cared of by the ppl in that safe town and the child grows up there.
Vanessa gets to have all the Prince's attention as she always wanted and more as they "mourn" together for a stillborn that never happened.
ANYWAYS Mu is never confirmed to have parents and she lives in a pecking tiny ahh "cave" by HERSELF and the townies cant take care of her anymore bc of the mafia invasion!And I'm just going insane over here!I'm so tired!
Hope whoever is reading this can understand my mad ramblings. I've been sitting on this for so long. And as much as I live and BREATH for found family between Hat kid a Snatcher. The similarities and oddities that connect this three make me go even more insane and I hope maybe ppl will get where I'm coming from. And maybe hopefully there are ppl just like me out there going insane about Mu and her possible backstory.
Anyways good night. Imma pass out
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4am calls
a/n: have a tim drake drabble where tim stays up till 4am talking to his secret boyfriend until he gets interupted...
tw: cursing
“You’re joking.”
“Honestly I’m not! Jason really threw a gallon of chocolate milk at Damian! It was hilarious.”
“Please tell me you caught it on camera.”
tim laughs softly,” Baby, if I had it on camera I would’ve sent it to you already.”
“This is a historic moment!” the (h/c)nette gasps in fake shock,” The Tim Drake doesn’t actually have the evidence? This is shocking!”
“Listen, when you next sneak in through my window I’ll get the security footage up and show it you. Damian’s so proud of it too. He thinks of it like a trophy of surviving the Milk assassination.”
they both giggle quietly.
“ Really Drake? Milk assassination was the best you could come up with?”
“Hey! Cut me some slack! It’s...” tim checks his laptop screen,” four am which is far too early in the morning for me to come up with nick-names for failed assassination attempts.” as if to emphasise his point, tim yawns on cue.
“Aww...Is my birdie tired? Is he sweepy?” (m/n) coos in a baby-voice.
“(m/n)?”
“Yes Timbo?”
“Fuck you.”
“You already do that Timmy,” the (h/c) male says. (m/n)’s grin lights up tim’s laptop screen as his face turns redder than his robin costume.
“I-I actually no. I hate you-you fuckin bitchy asswipe.”
“ Ouch! I’m wound-”
“ I KNEW YOU HAD A SPOUSE!”
"* insert screams of fear*”
a few minutes earlier
“ Baby if I had it on camera I would have sent it to you already.”
Damian groaned.
Tim had just called his ‘secret’ boyfriend baby for the fifty-second time, in a span of seven hours. It had started off as subtle flirting but soon grew into things only boyfriends would tell each other. Damian knew the signs well.
Damian had had his suspicions about Tim being in a secret relationship for a while. The past seven hours had proved his theory.
And as cringe worthy as the two of them sounded Damian needed his sleep.
Getting up, he steps out into the hall heading straight for Jason’s room.
There were many unsettling and disturbing things that Damian did not know about Jason Todd. But to contrast those, there were many he did know. For instance, Damian knew just how much Jason would love to embarrass Tim in front of his boyfriend and utterly humiliate him.
Jason was messed up. But so was Dami’.
Knocking on the door, Damian was surprised to get an instant response.
“Gimme-gimme a minute.”
The younger Wayne rolls his eyes, “More like an hour.”
The door opens to revealed a disheveled and clearly tired Jason Todd.
“It’s four in the fucking morning.”
“I know.”
“So then why are you here?”
Sighing, Damian begins to explain,” You hate Drake, correct?”
“We’re....rivals.”
Giving Jason a ‘wtf’ look Damian continues,” It has come to my attention that Drake has a suitor.”
“What?”
“I’ll put it into words you’ll understand you idiot. Drake has a boyfriend of whom he is on call with as we speak.” he stops to grin at Jason,” I believe you know where I’m going with this.”
“Oh absolutely. What’re you suggesting kiddo?”
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(a/n tumblr wouldnt let me put the other bear border again >:( )
“I KNEW YOU HAD A SPOUSE!”
“* insert screams and screeches of fear*”
“DAMIAN WHAT THE FUCK?! WHY WOULD YOU YELL LIKE THAT?? AND WHAT DO YOU MEAN SPOUSE?”
Enter a smirking Jason Todd.
“ Screaming wasn’t his idea it was mine.”
“Why would you incourage this you prick?”
“Cuz’ if I know anyone in this house the moment they hear screaming they’ll come running to the scene.”
Tim turned pale,” You mean you did this to expose my boyfriend? And humiliate me in front of him?”
“Yup. I give you three seconds before everyone gets here.”
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“Why was Tim screaming?” why hello~ Dick Grayson.
“Ooh~ Dick you’re early to the party!”
Dick tilts his head in confusion clearly tired and confused,” What’re you on about?”
“ We’re all meeting Drake’s beloved Grayson.”
Cue the teenage-girl-esque squealing.
“TIMMY HAS A BOYFRIEND?!”
if Damian yelling hadn’t alerted the whole Wayne residence that something was up Dick’s squealing did. In the space of five seconds Steph, Cass, Duke and Alfred stood in the hallway.
“Didn’t know you swung that way Timbobs.”
“Boyfriend? Who has a boyfriend?”
“Tims got a-what?”
“ Congratulations Master Timothy. I’m incredibly proud of yo-”
“STOP WITH ALL THE QUESTIONS!”
All eyes turn to Tim and his laptop. Displayed on the screen was a very angry looking boyfriend. And next to the screen was a very freaked out Tim.
“Can’t you see you’re freaking him out? Just take a chill pill and let him calm down.”(m/n) lets out an angry puff of air as the questions stop.
Getting down on one knee, Dick puts his hands on Tim’s knees.
“ Tim,” suddenly he sounds serious,” I don’t have a problem with you guys being a thing. I’m-I-I’m so happy for you Tim, so happy that you’ve has found someone you can be with and laugh with. It makes me happier than cat videos do. I’m sorry if we overwhelmed you with all the questions it’s just that we want to know more about the guy that makes Tim smile like coffees confirmed healthy.” They all giggle. “We’re just happy.”
tim smiles,“Thanks you guys.”
“Aw...You’re wlecome Timbo.”
“No hanky-panky when he comes over though.”
“JASON WHAT THE FUCK!”
a/n: this is my baby
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@hprecfest day 26: ending I can't stop thinking about
I love surprising and unexpected endings so much, and endings that I never in a million years could’ve predicted always linger on my mind. Of course happy endings (especially if it’s a very angsty or intense fic) have my heart, but there’s something about the sad, shocking and/or bittersweet endings that really do it for me. Check the tags (!!!) for todays rec before diving in:
clutched your life and wished it kept by @brightluminae 🩵 110,077 words, draco/ron
Ron did not want to get involved with creepy houses that seem to loom and things that hiss in the darkness. All he wanted to do was to finally get a lead on a serial killer that his boss refuses to even acknowledge exists and make the streets a bit safer again.
In hindsight, Ron should have known that following Harry and his crazy conspiracy theory into Malfoy Manor would not achieve that goal. But now here he stands, the Manor brimming with something unseen, and whatever is stalking these shadows, it isn't going to let him go.
110k vampire horror dron???? Sign me the fuck up 💥💳💥💳💥💳 now this is a recent read (as in I just finished this fic at 4am today), I had a different fic planned (and written) for this prompt but here I am, rewriting this rec. I’m utterly and completely speechless. Shell shocked. This fic serves exactly what the tags say. I did manage to get so immersed in this fic that somewhere in the middle of it I was certain I had a stroke back when reading the tags - like they couldn’t possibly be true. There’s no way this fic ends like promised. And until the very last fucking letter of this story I had my hopes up. Silly me. I love this fic so much. It is a roller coaster full of suspense, emotion, it tore me up and didn’t fix me up in the end. I was clutching my pearls so hard reading this. The author does an incredible job building up the tension throughout the story. It has it’s dark moments, it has it light-ish moments, and the ending (and the whole thing tbh) for sure is going to stick with me for a while.
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Kaneki for the character ask? 👉👈
My first impression: the reason i got into tg as much as i did. before i watched i hadnt watched a whole series since i watched death note bc i couldn't find a main character that was as interesting to me as light...and then i found KANEKI
My impression now: i still love him, especially once i read the manga. similar to how i was w death note, i haven't been able to get through another series since tg bc i can't find another mc that interests me as much as kaneki or light. he's so cool and fucked up what a silly guy
Favorite thing about that character: i love when they're insane (pt 400049589208520). i also feel like aggravatingly similar to him sometimes so that's always fun. analyzing him is like analyzing myself
Least favorite thing: analyzing him is like analyzing myself. also anime kaneki is...not as badass as manga kaneki lets leave it at that...
Favorite line/scene: where do i even start...ig this is more of a haise moment but it's also a kaneki moment lowkey at the beginning of re when he's going against nishio and haise is like losing his shit and brain kaneki is whispering in his ear yeah that was so cool and sent chills down me idk. also when he broke half of ayato's bones what a sick lil dude i love it
Favorite interaction that character has with another: back to the beginning of re when haise kinda switches into the kaneki personality when he's going against nishio and he says "i don't think you want to know me" and does the finger crack ooooh lemme tell you i was kicking my feet in bed at 4am watching that bc first i was like ohh its kaneki (as we know the anime doesn't explain shit) and then i was like if i was nishio i would run away bc that was so scary ooooh i love it
A character that I wish that character would interact with more: i think we needed more kaneki and hide interactions like i know we got a decent amount but like. there should have been more.
Another character from another fandom that reminds me of that character: im so bad at this ummm mello from death note bc the world beats them down and tells them theyre not good enough throughout their childhoods, so they grow up with this idea that they're always inferior and it eventually turns into rage but also a deep incurable loneliness. and if you go with the theory that kaneki actually died and was not saved by ayato at the end of the series (which i enjoy bc i love pain and suffering), then they both die alone unable to protect those they care for or fulfill what they think they're life's purpose is okay im gonna go cry now
A headcanon about that character: he definitely wrote fanfiction in middle school are we kidding
A song that reminds of that character: class of 2013 by mitski
An unpopular opinion about that character: did he really deserve a happy ending? he did a lot of bad things, mass murder, cannibalism, destroyed lives and families...but maybe i just love pain and suffering...i do want to see him happy too but i just.
Favorite picture:
this was so hard because ishida's art is beautiful, but this had to be it. this kinda encompasses everything i love about ishida's art - the portrayal of emotion, the use of ink heavy pages to show tension and conflict, the despair, like its just so good
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what sober couldn't say (s.h)
summary: a drunken confession might finally fix you & steve
warnings: alcohol, swearing, brief references to sex, fem! reader, she/her pronouns used
enjoy!!
-jazz
p.s this has not been proofread
Steve Harrington was programmed by this point in his life to react negatively to weird fucking noises at 4AM.
A rustling in the bush outside; a tap on the window; one of the shutters flapping. Nine times out of ten it was just a cat or a branch or a bird but after spending the better part of three years fighting the supernatural, no one could blame him for being skittish. Being home alone wasn’t a novelty anymore. Not when there had been a weird rustling coming from his front porch for almost an hour. Steve had almost convinced himself it was a Demogorgon. Because they were definitely capable of obtaining a passport, boarding a plane from Russia and finding his house, right? After everything, that theory wasn’t even completely implausible. And if it wasn’t a Demogorgon, what the damn hell was it?
The answer was both better and worse that he had expected.
It was you.
Passed out on his porch, mini dress bunched up around your waist as you shivered beneath your jacket – wait, was that his…nevermind, not important – and stared out onto the road ahead. You’d been out at a party. Steve could tell that much. It was Chrissy Cunningham’s, he’d figured. Yeah, Steve was meant to go to that. It was just that the idea of bumping into you had been too much, and he couldn’t deal with all of Robin’s questions. So, he’d snatched up a last-minute late-night shift at the video store, all in pursuit of avoiding you. Now would have been a bad time to ask him how his plan was going.
“Why the hell are you on my porch at 4am like a hobo?”
You glanced up at Steve – dopey eyes, hazed over by the influence of your new lover, Jack Daniels.
“Was at a party,” you muttered. “I got drunk and I slept with Greg Romero. Y’know the tall guy from the basketball team? Ginger, kinda looks like a straight Luke Skywalker?”
“Greg Romero hasn’t been on the basketball team since we graduated two years ago,” he replied. “And Luke Skywalker is not gay-”
“- he looks at Han Solo the same way my mum does.”
“EVERYONE looks at Han Solo – why am I even having this discussion with you?”
Steve went to say something, maybe to tell you to leave, to tell you to get a taxi home, anything to allude to the fact you weren’t his problem, before he realised you probably were. If he’d been with you at that party, you would have at least been drunk with him. Hell, you might have not gone at all. That had left your system in high school. Now that you’d graduated, the last few months had been spent on the sofa with a shitty movie and popcorn. Just him and you, sometimes the cat, on his parents stupidly soft sofa in stupidly soft fucking bliss. Neither of you would have thought that him asking you out in tenth grade science class would have gotten you here.
Here being a fully-fledged adult relationship. Here being a fully-fledged adult break-up.
High school breaks up had been different. Less meaningful. All notes being passed in class and left in lockers; whispers being thrown around from desk to desk, lingering in the cafeteria but never going beyond the confines of Hawkins High. Things weren’t serious back then. Not serious in the way they were now. Your break-up had hit you both like a fucking train: spur of the moment, unexpected, an emotional pain to tense it felt like it could have broken your spine. Neither of you had wanted to break up. You were both just too stubborn to admit it.
So yeah, you were still Steve Harrington’s problem. You were always going to be Steve Harrington’s problem.
He let out a sigh and knelt in front of you, brown eyes creased with concern.
“Okay so,” he began. “You hooked up with Greg Romero. Now you’re on my doorstep. You gotta fill in the gaps.”
“He kicked me out his car,” you explained. “Well, he asked for an address first. And I didn’t know what to say because I can’t go back to my mums like this, so I just…I thought of you. I regret it now.”
“Nice to know chivalry isn’t completely dead,” Steve muttered, rolling his eyes. “C’mon, you drunk. I guess I’m babysitting you.”
Steve stuck his hands under your armpits and helped you up. Thank fuck his parents were out of town again; they wouldn’t have taken kindly to their son’s ex waking them up in the small hours of the morning.
He kept a hand on the small of your back as you wandered up the stairs and to his bathroom. You knew the way, naturally. There had been a point in your life where you had practically lived here. Despite the lacklustre family that resided here, it was a nice fucking house. All expensive and shiny, with heated floors and high ceilings. You had those floors in mind as you laid out on the bathroom floor, letting out a small smile at the feeling of the warmth on your bare skin.
“How much did you drink?” Steve gently asked. He got a flannel and wet it, softly wiping some smudged eyeliner from underneath your waterline.
Breaking up in a physical sense was different from breaking up in an emotional one. He knew that more than ever right now, automatically jumping into action the way he did when you were together. Get her makeup off, some warm clothes on, and leave her by the toilet for an hour to see if she throws up and then bed; he was listing it mentally in his head, brain hot-wiring the routine he’d developed from being with you for so long. Never mind that it involved you wearing his clothes or sleeping in his bed. The main thing was that you were safe. Also, that he was going to left-hook Greg Romero for a) going near you and b) leaving you on the side of the fucking road.
“Couple Jack and cokes,” you murmured. “There were some shots as well. Jagerbombs and those ones that taste like juice.”
“Sours,” Steve muttered with a smile. He took a seat beside you.
He didn’t say anything when you wordlessly shuffled closer to him, head dropping into his lap. A large hand instinctively came to cup your head, keeping it away from the boniness of his knee. God, he was so fucking caring, In everything he did, even after you’d broken up, he had you in mind. It made him ache a little inside because he would have sold his left arm to whatever god there was just for this to be your norm again. Steve Harrington was a caregiver by heart, but he could have sworn he was yours by purpose. Like looking out for you and having your back was a biblical task bestowed onto him by a deity who was about to have too many left arms.
“I miss you, Steve,” you said.
“You’re only saying that because you’re drunk.”
“No, I’m only admitting it because I’m drunk.”
He peered down at you, dark eyes a golden-brown under the harsh bathroom lights. “I miss you too.”
“You never called.”
“What?”
“When I left…” you trailed off, before pausing for a moment. “The day I left you in that diner – the same day we broke up – you said you would call me, and we could talk.”
Steve wanted to kick himself now. He didn’t remember much about that day except from dragging his newfound heartbreak home and collapsing into bed. He definitely didn’t remember promising to call. By the time the thought ever came around, he was already convinced you hated him. He definitely hated him.
“Shit,” he murmured. “Sweetheart, I’m sorry.”
“If you’d just fucking called, Steve,” your drunken babbling called continued, “maybe I would have put my pride aside and admitted I didn’t want to break up-“
“- and you think I did?” Steve asked. “I was just going along with it in the moment.”
“Me too!” you whacked his arm with a grin. “It’s nice to know we’re in sync, even when we’re breaking up.”
“Right,” he hummed.
“So if we miss each other, and we never wanted to break up, then why…”
“Why what?”
Steve glanced down at you, but you were already fast asleep.
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Waking up in Steve's bed the next morning, in his clothes no less, felt like a fever dream. For a second, you were convinced the last few weeks had happened in your head; the break-up, the hurt, the party and your less-than-stellar fling with Greg Romero. You would have thought he would have been madder that you fucked someone else, to be honest. Steve wasn't jealous by nature but the idea of you with literally anyone else had always hurt him in a way he could never quite verbalise.
He was passed out beside you now, hair sticking up in a million different directions.
"Are you mad at me?"
Steve let out a little huh? and peeled one eye open. "Wha?"
"Are you mad at me?" you repeated.
"For what?"
"For fucking Greg Romero."
Steve blinked, sitting up. The blankets fell off his chest and your eyes followed, very briefly staring at his chest. You expected him to quickly cover it back up again, but he wasn't bothered. He was still half asleep, bleary eyed and with a raspy voice, but his brain had very jumped into analysing what you'd asked him.
"No, I don't think so," he said, but stopped to think for a minute. "Yeah, no, you're good. We're broken up, so you can sleep with who you want."
"Right, yeah," you nodded. Was bad that a part of you was a little sad that he hadn't gotten angry at you?
"That's not to say that the thought of you with someone else is a bit shit," Steve continued. "Doesn't mean it's your fault, though."
"You're allowed to be mad at me, Steve," you pushed. "I turned up at your door at four in the fucking morning, drunk off my ass."
He peered at you, smiling a little. "I'm surprised you remember all of that."
"That's the last thing I remember, to be honest," you grimaced.
"Oh?" he grinned. "So you don't remember what you said before you passed out?"
"No?"
"It was something to the affect of if we miss each other and don't want to be broken up, then why are we?" he said. "You come out with a lot of dumb shit when you're drunk but I think that, for once, was insightful."
You wanted to curse your drunk self. Not because it wasn't you, but because it was honest you. A few rounds of liquid courage and suddenly, you were asking all the fucking questions. If you were always that forward-thinking, you could have won a Nobel prize.
"Shit," you muttered. "I am so sorry-"
"- don't be sorry," Steve cut you off. "I think we both needed to hear it."
"Really?"
"Yeah," he said. Then, as if a switch in him had been flipped, he sat up. "Hey, do you wanna get some breakfast?"
"Uh, yeah, okay," you blinked in surprise.
"I mean...so we can talk," he explained.
"Yeah, that sounds good," you smiled.
"Can I kiss you?" he suddenly asked. "Would it be weird if I did? Wait, is it weird that I asked-"
-you cut Steve off by taking his face in your hands and planting a kiss on his lips. It wasn't anything massive, but it snapped him out of the rant he as about to enter. You'd missed the feeling of him; his lips were always soft and minty, and something he did this thing where he'd tug your lower lip on his bottom teeth. He drove you fucking insane in the best and worst ways.
"Right," he cleared his throat, clearly a bit flustered. "Okay. Cool."
"So, breakfast?"
"Yeah, breakfast."
tags: @m00nkn1ghts @mads-weasley @karasong @megmeg-chan @harghoes
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Drinking with Ateez
Hongjoong: His inner child would come out in full force when he’s had a lot to drink, he’ll be running from one end of the club to the other, pulling everyone in for a dance, he’d even be bumping into literally everyone, accidentally spilling his own and other people’s drinks in the process. There would be no end to his energy 4am would roll around and he’d still be bouncing around like the night had just started.
Seonghwa: He would be adamant he’s not as drunk as everyone thinks he is but as he’s defending himself his words are slurring and he’s stumbling all over the place trying to find the nearest surface to lean on to make himself look composed. He’d also become very philosophical and would ask deep questions which he ends up answering with a long string of theories.
Yunho: He’d be the type of drunk who would go around everyone and just word vomit how he feels about everyone, he’d tell them how much he loves them and what he admires about them. He’d also be very clingy when talking to people basically hanging off their arm. He’d also be one to find random objects and talk to them like they’re real, would call them his best friend and would not let said object out of his sight for the rest of the night.
Yeosang: He’d surprise everyone, he’d have not a care in the world he’s be here there and everywhere, one minute he’s dancing like a mad man on the dance floor then you turn your head for one second and he’s moved over to the bar ordering a tray full of shots for everyone. He’d also be one who is very dry with his comments and if aimed at the wrong person this boy will definitely find himself either in a heated argument or in a full on fist fight.
San: This boy would be so giggly all night, the slightest thing would make him laugh to the point he’s crying and once he starts his laughing fits he won’t be able to stop, you’ll all be scared he’d pass out from not being able to breathe because of how much he’s laughing. You’d also find him on the dancefloor a lot his dancing would start off high energy limbs all over the place but the more alcohol that gets into his system the more sexual his dancing will become to the point he might as well be working at a strip club.
Mingi: Mingi gives me light weight vibes, before the end of the night you will find this boy passed out in a booth somewhere and always in some weird position. When it comes to moving him he’d be conscious but barely able to help you move him, he’d be better off still asleep. When he’s awake and drunk he’d be another to word vomit how much he loves everyone but he’d get so emotional with it.
Wooyoung: When this boy has a bit too much to drink he’s even louder than usual and so affectionate, it doesn’t matter who you are or how well he knows you everyone is guaranteed to get a massive hug or kiss at least once. He’d also get himself into a load of shit, this boy has no filter as it is so he’s either getting into fights or you’ll end up finding him hanging out of a dumpster.
Jongho: As much as I want to say Jongho would be a stand offish drunk I really feel he would loosen up a lot more, he’d accept skin ship and other forms of affection and maybe if he’d had enough to drink he might reciprocate. He’d also be the type to just flit off without a word and come back an hour later with either a new drink in hand or food and just act like he didn’t just disappear.
Prompt List MasterList Buy me a Coffee
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OH MY GOD SPOILERS ⚠️
(you probably know what the spoiler warning is for)
quinn’s stuff ahead! (spoilers)⚠️
i’m talking out of my ass and these are just my first thoughts i just wanted them down and i wanted to hear others opinions so here’s just everything (from first and second video)
first let me say i was a little bit more than overjoyed to know that quinn would be voiced by good boy audios (HE DID ABSOLUTELY SPECTACULAR) jaw dropped when i saw but in the absolute best way possible I LOVED ITTT
but i did fully believed quinn would’ve had this monotone voice (dull..?) + personality, calm but heinous. i did NOT think he would be so sadistic and vile, (up beat? like cocky, saying the most gruesome shit with a smile) like holy shit 😭
I DIDNT THINK HE’D TALK SO MUCH LITERAL SHIT EITHER
the things he said about darlin like i had to take a pause before i could keep watching, and the clock and time ticking at the end?! (and throughout the video) they probably had to spend hours in there, watching their mate and their ex talk about gruesome things that they probably never wanted sam to have to know about, just trying to help the girl.
i’m going to be honest, i thought there would be a bit mor going on, the capturing was bit anticlimactic (?), but it’s not over yet. and there’s probably something exciting still coming. (IM NOT MAD EITHER, THEY NEED PEACE IN THEIR LIVES. AND ILL BE HAPPY WITH WHATEVER HAPPENS AS LONG AS THEY ALIVE <3)
ALSO someone said he WANTED to get caught on purpose which i now believe wholeheartedly, but it obviously begs the question, WHY would he want to be captured.
the reason i think he purposely got caught was because did he REALLY just fall for the trap and get caught?? he is so old (vampire old so yk strength and ig? intelligence? wit?? idk). how did he even just GET caught? like with HIS strength? how many department members were there? and also how “happy” he sounds??
and like are they really gonna just let him rot and give him a blood forever and ever? i feel like quinn being in cage for probably eternity is just yk no real closure?(i mean sure justice) like i feel like he should just be put down, (putting it nicely) or TRY to get rehabilitated (kinda like the vega situation), but then again he’s like a master manipulator or whatever, so whatever they try to do to help probably isn’t gonna work.
and what if there is no girl and he is just trying to torture darlin, by torturing sam, with a stories about their relationship and other things they never thought would get out. (okay there probably is a girl but he’s more evil than i thought initially) and what if it’s just a trap? (and i said i didn’t like angst, i need to put these thoughts away)
and i apologize, but if i was darlin and my mate was in a room alone with my crazy ex bf who is way stronger than him, was practically torturing him by saying the most gruesome, terrible things in DETAIL, i would get fed up and just go in there. and what kind of restraints does he have in there? handcuffs? is he half fed in there?? how is he just alone with sam like sam can still get hurt. and where did david go? (ik hes busy and got his own life) maybe there’s a ward protecting sam idk.
(ALSO UHM DO U THINK THE GIRL QUINN HAS IS KAYLA GUY AND HONEY’S OLD ROOMMATE? (I LIKE THE AMANDA THEORY AND ESPECIALLY THE ALEXIS ONE, BUT JUST TAKING EXACTLY WHAT HE SAID THATS ALL I CAN THINK OF)
anyways just needed to get everything out before the next episode, sorry a lot of questions but i hope everything goes well for them 🙏
apologies for grammar mistakes/idea repetition and things just not making sense i burned myself earlier and its 4am lmao but thank you for reading 🎀💓
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My theories/hopes for Purple Hyacinth Season 3 part 2!
(It’s 4am and my head is too full of jumbled PH thoughts to sleep, so here you go)
After the news of Lauren’s kidnapping drops, I hope we will get
A) a team-up of Will, Kim, Tristan and Dakan
and
B) a team-up of Kieran, Neyra and Belladonna (either where K and N break B out of the Tower or where she breaks out on her own and N convinces her to help them save Lauren)
as they work from different angles to try and find her.
Through these team-ups I hope to get more Kywi, Dastan and Bellarcy content (obviously) as well as platonic relationship development between Kieran and Bella as they observe the other be vulnerable for and around their respective partners.
These groups will hopefully then merge (most likely through Neyra or Kieran) and interesting revelations will be had (re. Neyra’s not being dead and/or Kieran’s serious ties to the PS).
If Lauren has been kidnapped by the 7th Apostle, that means he now has leverage over the Chief of Police, the King’s Right Hand and the freakin’ Purple Hyacinth, which will create some heckin good drama, especially if the Redcliff Ball is still going ahead and we have no real idea what his plans are.
Lauren will meanwhile have to come to terms with the realisations she made about herself at the end of the mid-season finale, including having to find an answer to “Dylan’s” question of “What will be left when this blind quest is stripped away from you?” I suspect these thoughts may put her out of commission for a little bit, but she will never the less use the opportunity of her imprisonment to learn vital intel and search for escape.
I also hope we get flashbacks to the massacre at the print shop (my theories are that Thalia Lin and Annabelle March were both killed there but that it’s possible that Will’s dad saw Lauren’s parents there and chose to let them go, possibly after the argument he alluded to at their funeral).
Also this may be an unpopular opinion, but I think Dakan may have ties to the Phantom Scythe (or at the very least, to the Snapdragon). I don’t know what it is about him, but he remains sus in my eyes. The words he spoke at the funeral of Lauren’s parents were just vague enough to not come off as lying, not to mention that the queen seems to seriously suspect him of something or other (putting aside the fact that she sucks, I don’t think she would be that hostile toward him for no reason).
We also saw that Apostle 4 has bright blue eyes, though I think Dakan has a different shade (not to mention skin tone), so that’s neither here nor there.
In any case, these are all just fun conjectures and thoughts that I think would be cool to see in part 2 of Season 3. Do you guys have some of your own😁?
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