#as in one of my favourites and you can fight me on that

[inkdrinkerworld]

Oh my god post-prison spencer and sunshine!reader is my new favorite 🥹

Can I request how spencer would react if something goes wrong in one of their cases and reader is held hostage/taken? I imagine she would be shaken ofc and spencer would comfort her after

canon level violence, reader has dislocated her shoulder and was concussed while also trying to fight off the feelings that are rapidly developing for spencer, and spencer doesn't give a fuck about her fighting their attraction

“Unlock the door, Y/n.” Spencer’s outside your door, he has been for the last couple of days. You’d been injured in the field, a concussion and a dislocated shoulder that had come from the unsub taking you during what would’ve been his take down. 

You’d been dispatched from the hospital last week after being less than attractive to the doctor who wanted to keep you there for longer. 

You’d answered texts and calls from your co-workers, but you’d been ignoring Spencer. 

“Go away Spencer, you’re supposed to be in Nebraska.” you were consulting on a case the team is currently on, so he can’t lie. 

He doesn’t try to, like you’d suspected, “I asked Emily to stay behind, you aren’t doing well.” 

You sigh on the other side of the door, relenting because you know that he won’t leave. 

“How can I help you?” You’re a little less than polite, but Spencer doesn’t seem to care. He knows what it’s like to be sidelined from the team due to injury and be upset about it. 

“Well first, you can let me in, I may look strong but these arms were not made to hold more than five bags at a time.” he’s as tender as he always is and it softens you. 

Stepping aside, you let Spencer in. Your apartment is clean, you’ve been surviving off delivery breakfasts and take out lunches, you can’t raise your hand high, so cooking is a no. 

You’re not worried about your attire, you’re in a green tank top with ’save the planet’ embroidered in cursive with a sick earth just beneath it, and a pair of cotton shorts that hit just above your knee- the heat in the city was driving you crazy and you also didn’t have the energy to try for more clothes- certainly not without upsetting your shoulder some more.

If Spencer is surprised by your outfit, he says nothing. You’re hardly surprised by his, a purple shirt tucked neatly into his dress pants and smart shoes; you’re not sure how he’s managed a perfect outfit in this heat.

Spencer sets the bags down and begins the task of taking out all the things inside- he pulls out packages of various nuts, passion fruit juices and a mountain of those clear, plastic bowls filled with fruit. 

“You didn’t have to buy pre-cut fruit; I know it’s more expensive that way.” You say to him, finding a bit of trouble pushing yourself into the chair you have at your kitchen island. 

Spencer sets down the plastic bags and moves around the countertop to help you, “I cut them myself, they didn’t have the ones you like in the grocery store.” 

You’re stunned silent, the bowls are full of watermelon, cantaloupes, orange quarters, mangoes, grapes and pineapple. All your favourites cut exactly the way you liked. Spencer must’ve spent around a hundred dollars just getting the fruit alone, maybe even more if the number of grapes is anything to go off of. 

“Spencer, you didn't have to.” He shrugs, his eyes searching your face. 

“How’s your head? Have you been feeling dizzy or having double vision?” It’s not easy to lie to Spencer, doubly so when he’s standing before you and staring at you so intensely. 

“The dizziness comes and goes, mostly when I’m in the shower.” You say honestly, and Spencer frowns. 

“You could’ve told me,” you blow a raspberry and pull the bowl full of mangoes towards you. 

“You would’ve made me go back to the hospital; I don’t like the smell of them.” you chew on a piece of mango while Spencer carries on assessing you. 

He notes that the mottling on your shoulder has gone down significantly, now it’s just purple and a little blue. Your eyes don’t appear unfocused, and Spencer is glad for it. “I wouldn’t have.”

“So, what’s your verdict, Doc?” you ask, shutting the lid on the mangoes before you burn through the entire container. 

“You’re not concussed, I think your dizziness in the shower is from you moving your shoulder too much and agitating it.” Spencer presses a light fingertip into the bruised skin and you hiss, batting his hand away making him laugh. 

You hum, “So what? I just never shower again? In the middle of this heatwave? I’d rather die.”  

“I forget how dramatic you can be.” Spencer shakes his head, “Or, you could’ve called me, or Penelope and either one of us could’ve given you a sponge bath.” 

You make your eyebrows dance, “You would’ve liked that, wouldn’t you Spence?” He rolls his eyes, tugging on the braid your hair is in. 

“How’d you do that?” he asks, helping you off the chair and leading you into your kitchen. 

Your face is red hot, “I bribed my neighbour’s kid to do it for pumpkin bread the minute my arm is out the sling.” 

Of course you did, you might be sunshine incarnate, but Spencer knows everyone has a spot they don’t want others to see- this is yours. You don’t want anyone in your team viewing you as incapable or in need when they should see you as capable and able to do every facet of your job. 

“I can help you make the bread tonight if you want something to do when the case is over.” 

You tilt your head, watching Spencer look around your cupboards for a glass. “Top left cabinet,” you say and he nods, smiling when he finds a glass covered in stickered ladybugs. 

Spencer fills it almost to the top with passion fruit juice and passes it to you. 

“Are you staying the night, Spencer Reid?” you take a sip and sigh in delight, it’s been a while since you’ve had passion fruit juice, you’re not entirely sure how Spencer knew it was your favourite. 

“If you let me, it isn’t good for you to be by yourself and the more you strain your shoulder, the longer it’ll take for you to get back in the field.”

An impish smile tugs at your lips, your eyes gleaming with a mischievousness Spencer hardly thought you possessed, “So what you’re saying is, you miss me desperately and will sacrifice your hatred of germs and touching other people just to ensure I’m back in Quantico at your earliest convenience?” 

A call from Penelope cuts through the fat of your question, making you laugh when Spencer rushes to answer it and slides you a mock glare that you know is just for show. 

“Yeah, Penelope, what have you got? Y/n and I are here,” well, there’s no escaping his presence now. You find you don’t mind it quite so much, your beginning aims of not falling for him is shredding more and more as the months go on.

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[miley1442111]

choices and chances- art donaldson

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a/n: i imagined a fem reader but as per usual, imagine what you like :)

summary: the last time you're second-place to tashi

pairing: art donaldson x reader

warnings: angst, feelings of disappointment, hurt, etc. +

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Art ran through the science building, tennis bag swinging from his back as he raced through students to get to you. Patrick was hot on his heels, shouting ‘where are you going?’ and ‘can you slow down?!’. 

Art did not slow down. Art kept running. 

He knew this was his last and final chance, that if he didn’t make it to this, he would lose you for good. He was still sweaty from a warm-up session with Tashi 10 minutes ago, his hat was practically falling off his head but he couldn’t have cared less. 

As he came to a halting stop outside the lab you were having an exam in, his heart dropped when he saw the lights off and the chairs empty. He checked the time, 2:48pm. Your exam finished at 2:30, right?

Art opened your texts and scrolled back to the text in which you had told him about the date of your final exam, asking him to pick you up at 2:00pm. 

“Fuck!” Art shouted, gaining many stares from the students around him. He quickly dialled your number (he had learnt it by heart) only to be met with an automated voice telling him that his number was blocked. “Fuck!” 

His tennis bag was swung to the floor and he sat against the wall, anger and shame eating at him. You had a match against Tashi and a final science lab today, and he was too busy with Tashi, helping her warm up when he should've been with you. 

“Hey, at least you’re off the hook,” Patrick patted him on the shoulder and Art blew up. 

“I don’t want to be off the hook! I want her to be angry with me, I want her to see me, to want to see me! I want her to fight with me, because that’s all we fucking do nowdays and it’s all my fucking fault! Once again, I ruined the best chance I’ve ever had with tennis!” He shouted, standing up tall in front of Patrick. “And yes, Patrick, I’m aware that you’re dating Tashi and that you think I’m jealous, well I’m fucking not! I just want my girlfriend to still want to be my girlfriend! My Y/n to still be my Y/n! So don’t come to me every fucking time Tashi pisses you off, telling me that ‘I can have her’ because I don’t fucking want her!”

Patrick sat there stunned. Art had never raised his voice at him.

“Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to go find my girlfriend,” Art said after gaining his composure once more, and starting to walk down the hall. 

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Art didn’t find you before the match, but he was sitting beside an upset Patrick. 

You came out in your Nike tennis outfit, Tashi in her Adidas, and the match began. 

What ensued was real tennis. Tashi was talented, yes. But you, you were on fire. You beat Tashi Duncan. You actually beat Tashi Duncan. 

Art couldn’t have been more proud. Or worried. 

What if this actually was his last chance and he blew it on Tashi?

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He knocked on your dorm door with a bunch of lilies in his hand, your favourite. He had a whole plan, he would apologise, grovel, congratulate, then fuck you. Then, he’d spend all weekend with you and go into San Francisco for a city break. 

You opened the door wearing one of his sweaters, a sleepy, but upset look in your eyes. “What?”

“Can we talk?” He asked, a smile on his face at your beautiful and drowsy state. 

“Fine,” you rolled your eyes and stepped outside instead of letting him in. Odd. 

“I’m so sorry, I thought that the final ended at 2:30 and when I got there you were gone-”

“What time did you get there?” You asked, crossing your arms across your chest. 

“2:30?” he lied. 

“No you didn’t. I waited until 2:40 for you Art, fucking praying you would show up, don’t lie to me.”

Art sighed. “I’m sorry baby.”

“Look Art, I’m getting really tired of being second place to everyone, sorry- to Tashi, in your life so please just let me go,” you asked. “Now, I would really like to get back into my dorm.”

Art knew he had to fight for you. “Please, I wanted to make it up to you, I thought he could go to San-Fran this weekend, just you and me, no tennis, no distractions.”

“I have a match this weekend Art,” you rolled your eyes and Art sighed, realising he’d forgotten. “Y’know, the one you promised me you’d be at so you could meet my parents?”

“Yes of course, you know I’ll be there, I meant after we could go to San-Fran,” he smiled, his hands on your hips. 

“Don’t bother coming, we’re done,” you shoved his hands off your body and walked back to your door. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a very hot guy from my science class who would like to fuck me again, so I’ll see you around Arthur.”

You slammed the door in his face and his heart broke, he had lost you. 

He had made his choices, and lost all of his chances.

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[muchmossymess]

GUYS okay hear me out majoras mask boat boys au

I love legend of zelda I love boat boys this is like the ultimate combination of my interests you cannot understand the brainrot. Idk what to call it yet tho... majoras minecraft? Anyway prepare for an essay

OKAY so we have the Hero of Time, Etho, who stopped ganons plans before they started, and would be stuck in a child's body if not for the fact I think that'd be a lil weird for the more shippy aspects of this au that all the running through time aged his soul and his body followed suit (he's still got a young appearance, and the mask doesn't make him look older like he thinks). Same reason he has the scar over his eye (from the ganon fight); no matter how much the body may heal or rewind the mind will not forget.

Then navi (maybe bdubs?) left him, and he went with epona (maybe bdubs instead? (eponas a horse iydk)) and he sets out on a journey aka the beginning of mm:

Wandering through the woods on epona, gets jumped by skull kid. For those unaware, there is skull kid, a lonely lil sweetheart, and he wears the mask, an entity on its own. He also has two fairies, siblings tael and tatl.

So I was a little unsure about this for a while, but I think I've decided on grian for the skull kid and Jimmy for tael, grian bc watchers and Jimmy bc skull kid is not very nice to tael (bc of the mask) and like a listeners reference or smth blah blah blah

TATL. that's who's interesting. At the beginning she gets separated from her friends and becomes your companion. So naturally for this au she is our favourite joel smallishbeans. It works so well. Tatl is mean but cares, and that's joels dynamic with the bad boys and with etho, guys it's literally perfect idc what you say

I think it doesn't change much throughout like the story of the game, but just taking dialogue tatl says to link and its so perfect for a sassy joel to a "can't believe I'm dealing with this shit again" etho. Uh one thing different though; in hylian form etho doesn't have an ocarina but instead a mini marimba. Just because. I think it's cool, and for potential things later on.

Now, fairies in this au are just tiny glowing people shaped things with wings. The glow around them is their magic, and depending on emotions/energy the brightness changes (thats why they look like flying balls of light). Some fairies have the ability to make projections of themselves, more hylian sized in nature. This can be intimidation or distraction or w/e, but they cant do it for long periods of time bc its exhausting. These forms aren't physical. Just sized up light projections of their actual bodies.

So for a lot of their journey, joel is just a cute pocket sized ball of rage and sarcasm, who helps with ethos aim for fighting. Bc that's a game mechanic and also ethos like half blind. But like when joel calms down imagine him crawling into ethos hat and just dozing off. He can fit in the palm of your hand like guys it's so cute. But he is also capable of being worse than a mozzie

Oh probably a good point to put in what I imagine etho looks like. So it's typical link green (maybe a bit dampened?), weird pointy hat, short hair (white ofc), his shirt is more of a jacket with a fluffy cold weather collar, it's a bit too big for him but he knows he'll grow into it, he's all knobbly and thin (underfed a lil, boy was never taught how to care for himself beyond basic survival). His injured eye is red bc of ganon, and often gives him phantom pains. It can't be healed.

Anyway, at some point in their journey together, etho and joel learn a song that let's fairies have a larger physical form, no wings, sorta like the great fairies (who they learnt it from prolly). It isn't permanent, slowly draining ethos magic meter, the spell ends when you run out of magic. This is because I want them to actually be able to stand side by side or maybe hug, and also bc its hard to block a blow with your body when ur tennis ball sized.

Aaaaand, this ties back in with with marimba. What if ethos injured, or unconscious, and he obviously can't defend himself, so joel panics and plays the marimba in what he hopes is the right order to give himself a body. I imagine that being that small, you could not play an ocarina. And hey maybe joel carries etho away after that, and when the spell ends he has barely any light emitting from himself because he spent nearly all his magic (what he is made of) saving etho.

But this song isn't used much, because of its draining nature, and you can't really do any other magic things while it's going. So it's mostly just in the final fight (over and over) or tough moments or maybe joel wants to experience something like hoe hylians do. It's obviously inferior to how he experiences things as a fairy, of course, he's just curious thats all. He totally doesn't want etho to do it more.

Okay I think ill sorta stop here, I am NOT done, I will probably post some art I've done for this later lol, and I want help with who everyone else is (mumbo is the moon. You cannot stop me nor change my mind) with mcyts to npcs

#oh it feels so good to get this out of my system i have been sitting on this for MONTHS #apologies of it isnt SUPER coherent i never said i was eloquent and i was really just word vomitting my ideas onto the screen #if anyone had any questions or stuff to add i would cry /positive #yeah like yall are so good if you want to take your own spin on this or anything i would love to know so bad #i need to like scream from the rooftops #majoras minecraft au #joel smallishbeans #smallishbeans #jimmy solidarity #grian #ethoslab #etho #majoras mask #boat boys #smalletho #majoras mask au #trafficblr #moss' madness #i think thats all the tags...?

[knight-princess]

Appreciation post for:

• Wererats. Fucked up little beasties. Do they turn into people on the full moon or did they used to be people, I can’t remember and Boorman certainly never explained. Look like roadkill and sincerely want to fuck you up. Two heads for some reason. Only appear once and are dope and real animatronics and everything I’m pretty sure

• “Chloe Allagash’s brave little man”, otherwise known just as Allagash. Insults extraordinaire. Spent like. ten years in a box pretending to be his best mate and was so committed to that bit he tried to sell it to his best mate’s other best mate and daughter. Gave up his life to fight trolls and save the gang. Hates olives. Iconic

• Madmartigan, who I spent far too long convinced was actually called Martigan and nicknamed “Mad” Martigan by all his mates. Also in a box when we meet him. Tries to feed roots to a newborn. Slays in pink. Souped up on the love potion, gains himself an enemies to lovers arc with the hot badass warrior queen

• Sorsha Tanthalos, said hot badass warrior, redemption arc speedrun, kiss in the middle of battle pro, stop listening to your evil mom and make your own choices queen. Pissed off that the dorky hot rogue confessed his undying love to her and it was just love potion. “‘I dwell in darkness without you’ and it went away???” Go off queen. You can fix that never fear. Dopest sword ever but also that would be so so sucky to get stabbed with because fuck that is a lot of serrations. Is it all that functional? Don’t know but it looks awesome. 10/10. Goes straight from being henchman to her evil mom to trying to run a whole kingdom, raise three kids and keep one of them from dying to fulfil the prophesy. Makes some dodgy decisions. Complains about it all to her (literal) captive audience. Saves her daughters life. Complicated queen

• Sorsha x Madmartigan. Enemies to lovers classic with all the fun twists. “Love her?!? I don’t love her! She kicked me in the face!” Oh you just wait buddy. Couple affirming kiss mid battle??? Oh fuck yeah, sign me the fuck up. “I dwell in darkness without you.” Wait. Was that foreshadowing

• Jade and Elora being besties. Unexpected and delightful. Elora calling her “J” nearly made me hit the cieling. You’re telling me they’ve got nicknames already??? Sign me the fuck up. I love it. Need more of it pls and thank you

• Lili of Cashmere. On the wyrms milk. Dresses like a Greek goddess. Known by the alias “the Crone” which she hates even tho she really is secretly a skeleton held together with goo and a love of drama (I’m reusing that description ok I enjoyed it too much the first time). Evil makeover specialist. A+ Lili I love you

• And last but not least, smart and sassy trolls. @lowkeyed1 is a lifesaver and provided me with the transcript for the episode bc I remembered they had some truly iconic lines but couldn’t for the life of me remember what they were. So we’ve got: “He’s not appealing, but he speaks his mind, and I suppose that’s something” of Sarris’s own brother. Of the Crone: “Is she the eldritch nightmare people make her out to be? Yes. But she has her positive qualities too.” Lol fair. The forever iconic “I deplore those who rouse rabble” and my personal favourite “yeah, cos when I said ‘I do’, what I really meant was ‘explain it to me like I’m an imbecile’.”

#willow 2022 #appreciation post for things people said could stand to be mentioned more #as per the post asking #:D #series appreciation

[your-eternal-lies]

YOU’RE STUCK WITH ME (chapter twelve)

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Pairing — Steve Rogers x f!Reader Summary — As his perfectly normal civilian neighbour, you’ve always been secretly curious about the Captain. Getting to know him while trapped together in your building’s elevator, however, definitely wasn’t on the agenda.

Warnings — None.

YOU’RE STUCK WITH ME

CHAPTER TWELVE IF WE WEREN’T MEANT TO BE

You slump onto your faded couch, the fabric scratching at your bare legs as you prop your feet up on the coffee table. Chuck lumbers around, nestling his head onto your legs, looking up at you with what you swear is pity. 

Your apartment is cluttered again, surrounded by a fortress of throw pillows and half-finished novels that had promised distraction but delivered none. A cringe creeps up your spine, the kind only born from reliving an awkward moment over and over again. 

The elevator incident with Steve has been replaying on your mind like a blooper reel that had refused to stop for weeks. You haven’t seen or heard from him since, and you want to throw yourself off the roof in embarrassment. 

Your phone lies discarded on the other end of the couch, the screen still lit with a news article titled, “Captain America: Hero or Fugitive?” 

Of course, Steve has more important things to worry about than you. He probably hasn’t even thought of you at all, given the gravity of recent events. You lean over, the cushions swallow you halfway as you reach for the phone, and then plop back against the armrest. 

The article mentions nothing new, just the same old details about Hydra infiltrations and SHIELD’s internal crises. 

He could be either fighting Nazis or having tea with Natasha Romanoff for all you knew. Not that you’d call yourself concerned or anything, but the lack of updates on Steve’s whereabouts after such a public debacle is enough to make anyone just a tad… curious. 

Ah, who did you even think you were fooling? 

“Come on, Rogers,” you muse, thumb scrolling idly through your feed. “Give me something to work with here.” 

But no matter how long you scrolled, there was nothing. There was no mention of his current location, even though all you want to know is whether he’s off-world or trapped in another ice block. 

You have been by his apartment a few times ever since you heard the news, worried about him, but all you found was the super—more than a little pissed that there was now a giant hole in the side of the building where Nick Fury had been shot. 

You felt silly in that moment. He was probably off somewhere chasing down an attempted murderer, non-existent cape billowing in the wind behind him with his shield held high, and here you were, hoping to clear the air with a man who breathed a different stratosphere altogether. 

With a huff, you push yourself off the couch and into your bedroom, flinging open your closet. You call your friends, inviting them to the bar for a girls’ night out, all the while tossing aside a parade of ‘not good enough’ outfits before settling on your battle-tested favourite—a cobalt blue dress that skims your knees with just the right flair. 

“Get a grip,” you tell your reflection, wielding your mascara wand like a sword. A few strategic strokes later, your eyelashes are fluttering like the wings of a mischievous butterfly, “Time to get out of your head!” 

But even though the bar is a cacophony of clinking glasses and boisterous conversation, trying not to think about Steve Rogers is like trying not to breathe—absolutely impossible. 

Your friends, a kaleidoscope of colourful personalities, are huddled in your usual spot, laughter bubbling up from the table like fine champagne. A chorus of your name rings out as you approach, and they all shift to make room for you. 

“Hey, wild ones,” you smile, sliding into your seat and scanning the cocktail menu with feigned interest. The words swirl in front of your eyes, but all you can see is a shield-shaped blur. 

“Earth to daydreamer!” A voice chimes in, snapping you back to reality. “Are you gonna order, or are you waiting for a sign from the universe?” 

“I want to try something new,” you quip, making up an excuse that sounds believable. You order a drink with a name you can’t pronounce, and as the evening unfolds, you laughing at the right moments and adding to the banter, your thoughts keep tiptoeing back to Steve no matter how hard you try to reign them in. 

“Okay, what’s up with you?” One of your friends leans in, eyebrow cocked with detective-like scrutiny. “You’ve been getting this far-off look now and again for weeks now. Spill!” 

“Ah, it’s nothing,” you wave off the concern with a breezy hand gesture, your heart doing a clumsy pirouette. “Just… thinking.” 

Your friend regards you for another minute, obviously not buying this excuse, “Girl, looks like you need another drink.” 

“Make it a double, please,” you agree, sinking further into the buzz of the bar, where the music swells to fill the gaps in your armour. 

A few hours later, the clink of glasses and choruses of laughter have faded into a distant echo by the time you make it back to the apartment. Your mind still buzzes as you kick off your heels with expert aim, sending them skittering across the floor. 

You flop onto the couch, feeling the cushions envelope you in a soft bouncy embrace, all the while Chuck sniffs at your side looking for affection. You wrap your arm around him blindly, closing your eyes as he licks your cheek. 

“Is telepathic dating a thing, Chuckles?” You mutter sleepily, only half-kidding, as you draw lazy circles in Chuck’s fur. “I mean, my thoughts are always with him anyway.” 

Just as you are about to surrender to the silence and sleep, a series of sharp knocks jolt you back to reality. Confusion knits your brows together—a visitor at this hour? You get up with a groan, not giving much care regarding your disheveled appearance and smudged makeup, and glance through the peephole of your front door. 

You frown. This can’t be right. Are you dreaming? 

Slowly, you unlatch the chain and open the door. 

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[cilil]

𝐇𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐇𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 | 𝐁𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐬

𓄌 Characters/pairings: Melkor x Mairon 𓄌 Synopsis: Melkor decides to join the hunt to search for fire spirits. Mairon's hunt is cut short when the Dark Vala finds him. 𓄌 Warnings: Ultimately consensual, but I'll issue a slight dub-con warning to be safe. Also rough sex and some fighting 𓄌 Oneshot (~2.1k words) | AO3

That little game of Oromë's was entertaining, he had to admit. 

Melkor had been informed by his spies that another Feast of Horns was about to take place and had decided to join the Hunt as well, looking for his favourite prey: Fire spirits. Two in particular that had caught his eye, to be exact. 

He hadn't attended the other festivities, of course, being at war with his brethren and not welcome in their realm as it was, but to sneak past any and all who might hinder him to secretly mingle with the Hunters as they dispersed in the fields and forests around Almaren had been laughably easy; on a night like this, vigilance was low. 

Now all Melkor had to do was locate his prey and claim his catch, ideally far away from prying eyes where he would be undisturbed and any cries for help would not be heard. Discarding his raiment for the time being, he concealed his presence and began his search. 

Arien was the one he found first. She was running through the fields of Arda, laughing and carefree, hand in hand with Ilmarë. Eönwë and Tilion were in hot pursuit, and Melkor glared at them from the shadows. Too many others around. He would not have her today, that much was clear, and the thought angered him. Having to yield his prey to lesser Ainur, how utterly irritating. 

Mairon better be alone tonight. Melkor's impatience would not allow another unsuccessful hunt. He had no intention to settle for something other than what he wanted. 

His anger quickly disappeared once Arien and her companions were out of sight and he caught Mairon's trace. The other Maia indeed appeared to be hunting by himself at the moment, as he was wont to do; he preferred working alone and having the fruits of his labour to himself, driven by his ambition to surpass his kin. 

Melkor found him sneaking around in the deeper parts of a nearby forest, golden eyes gleaming in the twilight as he searched for something, most likely a good vantage point or the trace of whoever he had deemed worthy of his attention. A pair of artful spiral horns adorned his head, revealing that he was indeed one of the Hunters for this feast, but that meant little to the Vala pursuing him. He was going to have him regardless. 

Mairon froze when Melkor stepped out of the shadows and revealed himself, wearing the shape of a tall and beautiful lord. His hair, blacker than a starless night, nearly reached his waist and a matching pair of horns grew on his head like a crown of darkness. He smiled at him, showing off deadly sharp fangs. 

"Well met, little one," Melkor greeted, his voice low and resembling the purr of a huge cat. "I have come to claim my catch." 

"Your catch?" Mairon let out a small, arrogant laugh and shook his head. 

The way his flame-like hair moved around his bare shoulders only heightened Melkor's excitement and prompted him to come closer. 

"Yes. Mine." 

"I am a Hunter, as you can see. Find someone else." 

Melkor regarded him quietly for a while, torn between irritation and amusement. 

"You think I would care for the rules of Oromë's silly game, but you are mistaken," he said eventually. "For I am the greatest hunter this world has ever seen, and all that is therein is my prey if I wish it." 

Mairon merely scoffed at him, though something akin to intrigue flashed within the golden depths of his eyes. "Still you have not claimed me, so you have not earned a favour from me." 

"Then I shall." 

~ 

Melkor was on top of him before he could even attempt to flee. Letting out a vicious snarl, Mairon bared his teeth and began clawing at every inch of skin he could reach. His nails, turning into deadly claws as his rage flared and burned hot within him, drew no blood even as he fought the Vala with all of his strength. 

Yet no matter how much he struggled, how hard he kicked, how much pain he attempted to cause, Melkor held him down with ease. 

"Feisty," was all he said, and Mairon gave an indignant hiss. Seeing red, he attempted to bite the Vala's neck, only to be met with cold, nigh impervious flesh, reminding him of marble and diamonds — deceptive in the way it yielded like flesh should, yet refused to be broken.

"Are you satisfied now, little flame?" 

The question caught him off-guard, allowing Melkor to pin him to the ground with a satisfied smirk. 

"What do you mean?! Unhand me!" 

"But this is what you asked for, no? You wanted me to properly stake my claim, and I believe I have shown you my strength just now and successfully subdued you." 

Dazed, Mairon let go and looked up at Melkor. As outrageous as this capture was, there was a certain truth to his words. Brief as their struggle had been, it had undeniably gone in the Vala's favour — unsurprising though it was. Even so, the way he could so easily withstand anything a powerful Maia could do against him, within the constraints of Oromë's rules at least, was impressive. 

Melkor grinned down at him. "Well? Are you not going to call for help?" 

"I would be surprised if you didn't anticipate that possibility and made sure to catch me all the way out here to avoid it," Mairon remarked dryly. Perhaps he should be afraid, angry or disgusted, but he couldn't help feeling some sort of begrudging respect. 

"Of course," Melkor admitted, utterly nonchalant as if it was a normal thing to do. 

At least he isn't attempting to lie about it, for what it's worth. 

"I could still try," Mairon said. 

"You could." 

They stared at each for a moment. 

"Well? Would you stop me?" he challenged. 

"It depends. Could it perhaps be that you would not be doing yourself a favour if you tried?" Melkor bent down to nuzzle his hair. 

"You think I might be amenable to your advances?" Mairon hissed, but made no move to bite him again. 

"No prey you could have caught on your own would be the greatest of the Valar." 

"You would be correct, but my other prey also wouldn't have dared to hunt me." 

"You would claim that you don't enjoy being hunted?" Melkor brought his full weight down on top of him to press their fánar together. "What if it is merely a matter of pride because you don't allow yourself to be hunted by lesser spirits?" 

"You would know all about pride, wouldn't you?"

"Naturally." His fangs gleamed in the twilight. "And I also know to make this worth your time, little flame." 

"Do you now?" Mairon hated that his righteous anger was slowly but surely replaced with intrigue and curiosity. 

It was true; he thought himself greater than most of his peers and would never submit to them. To be made to submit by a greater power, however, was new and strangely exciting, even if his pride was wounded. 

He licked his lips. The Feast of Horns was the time to indulge, and nobody had to know. 

"Very well then. You may have your favour, even though your catch was rather clumsy." 

Melkor laughed, then captured his lips in a greedy kiss. It was nothing like the tender caresses Mairon had seen his lord and lady or other Maiar exchange, it was teeth and tongue and violence, and he bit the Vala's bottom lip in retaliation for his shameless claiming of him. Again soft skin yielded to the force of his bite, but didn't break; the taste of Valarin blood continued to elude him. 

"Fiery creature," Melkor purred, drawing back to admire his prey. Despite his best efforts, Mairon was unmistakably flustered panting heavily and pouting at him, cheeks flushed. 

He felt angry. Aroused. Alive. Defying the Dark One's withering grasp, his flames burning bright inside him. And Mairon saw these strange sensations mirrored within Melkor's eyes, cold like splinters of ice yet glittering like frost in the light of Illuin and Ormal, aglow with a fey light set within Void-like darkness. 

It was as unsettling as it was exciting to do this to a Vala. 

Mairon bared his teeth, showing fangs of his own; a challenge that wouldn't remain unanswered. 

With just one large, clawed hand, Melkor flipped him around as if he weighed nothing. Mairon found himself lying on his stomach, arms and legs spread wide, vines slithering out of the ground to restrain him. What little he wore was torn to shreds within seconds, and he was left exposed to his enemy — enemy turned lover. 

Even so, he wasn't going to make it that easy. 

Mairon fought against his restraints, struggling, biting, setting them on fire, only to make no progress. Hearing Melkor laugh at him once again enraged him. 

"You would force me to endure such treatment?" he hissed over his shoulder. 

"Easy there, little flame. You will enjoy this." 

Before Mairon could ask how the Vala had the audacity to make such assumptions — ignoring the way his arousal spiked with every futile attempt at escaping — he felt two hands taking hold of his ass and a tongue pressing against his entrance. A strangled moan made its way past his lips when Melkor proceeded to lick and kiss him with such vigour that he feared he would be devoured if his muscles relaxed just a bit; a prospect so tempting that he did, inviting him in. 

Nobody had ever touched him like this. Nobody had such strength and passion alike. 

Mairon rested his head on the ground and let himself be eaten out, even pushing his hips demandingly in Melkor's direction as far as he was able. 

"Naughty," he heard his voice again, this time through ósanwë. 

When that wonderful tongue was withdrawn, Mairon protested with small, impatient whine, though said no more; he knew what would be next, and after Melkor's efforts he was convinced that this illicit coupling, too, would bring him pleasure unlike any he had previously known. 

The first thing he felt was pain. Had his fána not been restrained and cleft in two by a Vala's cock, he would have responded with a snarky comment, but all he could do was gasp and groan and frantically adjust to its size. 

"You must not be used to this," Melkor whispered in his ear, now coming to rest on top of his helpless lover to cover his fána with his own. "But I prefer it that way. I want you to feel me and remember it well." 

"Do not... think for a second that I will be yours... after one night," Mairon hissed through gritted teeth. 

"You will want no other." 

Melkor accentuated his words with one well-aimed thrust, and suddenly pleasure bled into the pain. Now that his fána slowly grew accustomed to the Vala, the only thing Mairon could think about was how nicely his cock filled him, how it rubbed and pushed against his sensitive spots with every movement, how it caressed his rim as if it had been made for that purpose. The intensity of it all made it feel divine, so much more than anything he had experienced in his existence. 

Mairon relished every moment of it. Every thrust, every small noise Melkor made, every inch of skin against skin, every time hands dug into his flesh with fierce possessiveness. Perhaps he would indeed want no other after this, as he doubted that any other Ainu would fuck him like this. Without his arrogance, without his pride, he was well and truly stripped bare of all bravado and reduced to his base instincts, to a being filled with hidden desires, lust and a secret craving to be made to serve another, one greater and more powerful. 

He loved that he had made a Vala chase and catch him. He loved that Melkor showed him how much he wanted him. He loved that he was taken in a manner worthy of one who called himself a hunter of hunters. 

And he loved that, in the end, his flesh and his voice were what made a Vala come undone. 

Melkor held his hips in a bruising grip as he came, seeking to leave his mark with jealous determination. He didn't know if there were any others, and Mairon felt no obligation to tell him; perhaps he could retain the Vala's admiration and attention if he kept him on edge. 

"Mine," Melkor growled in his ear. 

Whether or not it was intended as a threat or a warning, all Mairon heard was a promise. 

Thanks for reading! ♡

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[adhd-merlin]

I love established relationship fics... getting together stories are great but what about after. let me check in on my friends please I need to know how they are doing

#“established relationship” truly one of my favourite tags #give me the blissful domesticity give me the first couple fights #give me the having to work out how they fit together now they're together #or the ease and fondness that comes from knowing all of someone's little quirks and hopes and fears #anyway I am once again asking you to remember the 3-year time jump between S4-S5 #which can always be filled with more wedding or domestic arwen fics

[penelopwgarcia]

no I don't think you understand how fucking complex anakin's whole story is because he is the compassionate, altruistic, loving and fearless light side he is also reckless and impatient and cruel monster feared by the whole empire. yes he was manipulated and his story was a tragedy and by the crucial end when he tried to do the right thing he had to choose between duty and love and he choose love because it was all he ever wanted from the misery life he had yet at the same time this choice turn all his passion into hatred and there was no space left for love that was not treated as weaknesses so he murdered his older brother that have always trusted him he stop listening to padme even though he did it all for her he blamed ahsoka for what he became but he knew it was all himself because it was - yes there was still good in him but it didn't erase everything he did willingly as vader. because he was the chosen one and as the chosen one he could be both brutally kind and astonishing cruel at the same damn time to the point that in death he managed to control those two sides as the prophecy told, as the Father told him. anakin skywalker has the balance of the force within himself so no wonder he could only manage such power when he had no body to limit him.

#am I talking bs? #maybe but the ahsoka episode left me BONKERS #dude saved her from the dead fight me in this #and the way he used vader to teach her how to not be guilt anymore like #I made this #You should choose to live #Im the one responsable #I can go on for hours #anakin skywalker #can you tell he's my favourite character of this whole franchise? #star wars #star wars theories #ahsoka series #ahsoka tv #ashoka series #obi wan kenobi #padme amidala

[hopeinthebox]

tagged by the tastemaker @cordiallyfuturedwight for the january receipts and would you believe it i'm actually on time

tagging a few favs: @aprylynn @jiminsproof @thvinyl @jimin-gaon @visionsofgideontheninth @btscontentenjoyer @kimchokejin @jihopesjoint @eoieopda @monismochi <333 and you too if you fancy it

#full report in the tags once again: #ladies room - bop of the century. olivia dean i will do anything for you #freak me now - bop of the century. jessie ware i will do anything for you #charm you - bop of the c-- sorry. best album that 2023 managed to gatekeep from me #when did your heart go missing - what can i say? i've been going through a michael moscovitz resurgence... #mia thermopolis (disney's version) how could you let him GO #i can't go for that - every so often hall & oates take a hold of me and there's simply nothing i can do about it. this is one of those times #pomo remix ended up on the groovy chick playlist. call me when they make a movie about HER!! #homesick - two of my favourite boys doing some absolutely devastating work on my mental health #but you can't deny it's a banger for the sax alone. #love at first sight - no notes. magnificent. #shame shame shame - i am not immune to the Pride (2014) soundtrack and nor should you be!! also. it's going on the groovy chick playlist #can't fight the moonlight - leann rimes? uh yeah i sure hope she does #i feel you - still here. expect i will be for a while longer #as for the artist list - nothing particularly new except T-PAIN WITH THE STEEL CHAIR OF A COVER ALBUM #please god go listen to it if you haven't already!! genuinely biblical experience from the guy who brought us “i'm sprung” #thus concludes the month #tag #receiptify #MWAH #i need a lie down

[heavensinhell]

think i like you best when you’re just with me and no one else

— cigarettes after sex, k., 2:36 - 2:43

#yes i stared at the song #sokeefe #i love them cant you tell? #theyre in love your honor #fedex #literally any ship can fit if youre delusional enough #liper #leo and piper #emma bloom and jacob portman #shes seems so strong then its just the two of them and she breaks and hes the only one who sees it oh lord #this is actually my favourite song #cas #cigarettes after sex #feysand #FIGHT ME ON THIS #bakudeku #im in shambles

[franeridan]

okay look I know I've talked about this at length already but I've seen a ton of people talk about how they don't like whiskey peak and how they think it wasn't necessary for zoro and luffy to fight like that or straight up think it was ooc of them, but then the same people will turn around and go "isn't it fascinating how zoro's the only one who can say no to luffy or nearly order him around or that luffy waits for the opinion of before acting for no apparent reason it must be because they are soulmates" and honestly for real I'm the first to subscribe to the zoro and luffy soulmates thought but the reason why zoro can do all that is whiskey peak. that is the moment zoro took a decision that benefited the whole crew without asking luffy first for the first time, and that is the moment luffy unjustly doubted him without implicitly trusting his judgement, and that is the moment luffy learned that actually sometimes zoro sees what's best for the crew before he does and that trusting him to always act with the crew's best interests in mind is something he should do. zoro had never opposed luffy or acted without his consent in any way before whiskey peak and luffy never doubts him and always turns to him ever since, there is direct correlation between the two zoro and luffy didn't learn to trust each other and respect each other through a magical soulbond connection their relationship is actually pretty damn well developed

#like i know in most manga it's useless to analyze every scene this deeply since the mangaka doesn't actually think about it that much #it's not that deep usually and i get it #but op is Definitely not one of those manga imho you can and you should stop and read into every single thing that happens #everything has deeper implications in it it's one of my favourite things in the manga #you're allowed to not like the thought of zoro and luffy fighting or how they just moved on and laughed it off #(even if i do believe given their characters that's the only way a fight between them could have ended but that's just me) #but even without liking it just writing it off as unimportant or non influential is just wrong #that's part of their history it should be counted as such whether you like it or not #i know i always talk about the same thingssss but there's a lot of new readers starting the anime going in from opla #and wonderfully a lot of them are zo lu shippers which is fantastic but it does put a lens on the way they watch it #like same me too everything is zl for me too but #yeah whatever point it I'm seeing the argument brought up again ex novo all over #and I'm probably the n1 whiskey peak defender so im not unbiased lbr #i love that they fought there who am i kidding #........... I lost my point #anyway *waves hands at post* that's my thoughts on that

[aspiringnexu]

Just finished Rings of Power and there’s a lot I can say. Liked some of it. Disliked some of it. It got me back into Middle-Earth (like I ever really left, some part of me is always there, but like the Star Wars sequel trilogy (which I despise with no remorse) it kind of revived general interest and gave me something new to see in a world I love so much) so I am inclined to give it a chance but overall a mixed bag. I love the books, I love the movies, there was some stuff that should definitely have been changed (or left out) in the series but other than that I liked it. (And if you disagree, good for you)

But what got me in the finale was the misunderstanding. Those cult... lady... things- whatever they are. Them mistaking the Istar for Sauron. That is fucking gold. If he ever finds out what they did he is going to be so offended. The very idea that he, Sauron, would look like a bedraggled, bearded hermit. The gall. The insult. He is Sauron! The bitch who gave himself so many pretty names because everyone else called him Mr Stinky. The right-hand Maia to Morgoth himself. He may not have shown himself in the guise of Annatar in the show (something I mourn because I would dearly like to see a live-action slutty twink Sauron helping poor flustered Celebrimbor make the rings before using him as a banner) but Halbrand is an attractive human form. If there’s one thing Sauron values, it is his own vanity.

And they thought he was the hermit in rags.

He’s going to be fucking furious.

#rings of power #sauron #he is a vain bitch and no one can convince me otherwise #halbrand #the rings of power #I think my favourite part of the show is this and Elrond and Durin's friendship #it's so funny #sauron is a monster #but he's a petty monster #and i cannot think of anything he would find more insulting than being compared to a fucking wizard #I'm not entirely sure how they mistook him for sauron in the first place #or do maia just fall out of the sky all the time and they took the chance it was him? #still not over that one post that speculated the valar were catapulting the wizards into Middle-Earth #it would explain a few things #never thought 'were you dropped on your head' would be a possibly valid reason for Saruman losing it #rhadaghast got raised by birds or rabbits or something when he was getting his memory back then he found people #and immediately fucked back off into the woods #the early head trauma does explain a lot of gandalf's plans #the harfoots caused a distraction that let you escape and fight back #that doesn't mean Bilbo can fight a dragon #and I think the valar overshot with the two blue wizards #they never show up #they're just embarrassed that Orome shot them directly into a cliff face #Are they okay? #Hm? Oh they're fine. Totally. Just... reaaally reclusive

[suncaptor]

there's something specifically inside my head that is closing up that makes trusting anything so hard. i have to manually keep my mind open to the potential of anything being significant. i am so used to things being bad and things hurting and things not working and being powerless that it takes an exorbitant amount of mental energy to make sure I don't let myself shut down possibility. and I do it because I never want a certainty inside of me besides love to rule anything. but I want my brain elastic again. i want it open like breathing. it doesn't erase the unfairness or the critique or any of the bitter-built philosophy.

#it's so hard to describe what I mean. i think it's the combo of the like. specific part of my brain's development + the amount of trauma #I have endured + the degree of which that has been taking place on a backdrop of the world being incredibly injust no matter what I do #this is very very silly but the extent of how much this impacts me was made clear by how like. closed off I was to even liking an album by #my favourite singer. like obviously I am obsessively keeping myself open I would never let my preconceived sense of doom and stubbornness #control my willingness to let things in #but it shouldn't be so hard to keep my mind open to things like... liking my favourite musician of most of my life's music........... #and that's a VERY silly example but that's why it's easier to talk about. it takes so much work to be open enough for things like therapy #or religion because they've damaged me so much #how am i supposed to handle this on a backdrop of constant constant helplessness in the face of living insecurity and illness and trauma? #the problem is if you try so so so hard again and again and remain hopeful regardless of how illogical that hope is #but you get let down so constantly since you're never stop trying ever even when systems fail you again and again #and you're watching horrible things happen and everything that shapes you is horror #then regardless of how much you try it's so hard to let yourself let go of the very realistic lived experience of doubt and critique #and I DO. do NOT get me wrong. I am obsessive and refuse to be my own problem #but the act of doing so shouldn't be like this. it's in everything i do. from simple things like listening to new music to even the mere #possibility of a future #i am very worried this one is going to be misinterpreted bc I AM NOT saying I'm stubborn in the face of systems that have repeatedly failed #me. I AM NOT. I am saying to not be shouldn't take this work when it envelops the rest of my life. #if anyone reads this far please please acknowledge the degree of which I almost pathologically try again and again when I can guarantee #nearly everyone wouldn't and still fight to keep myself open to hope because that's just something in me that is like that. but BEING like #that is. repeatedly putting yourself in situations where you are powerless already and helpless to get better and then are hurt more and #there's no way to escape it's just the repeated nature of it and then trying to not be the issue. #it's the problem in itself. #my ambition SHOULD be smarter. #god I'll go into this when I fully understand it another time. i don't think i have this phrased in a way to make all the dots of what i #mean correlate in the significant ways to anyone but me #but hey i guess i'm expecting anyone to read this in a light to misperceive me in the first place instead of accept maybe I'm not explainin #well or giving me the benefit of the doubt. see. #delete

[mo-ok]

Dynaman ep24 /// Hoshikawa vs Hoshikawa Kitsuneshinka

#dynaman #kagaku sentai dynaman #i adore this kind of stuff #delightful in every kind of way #you can feel the work and care that went into shooting this scene and it just makes it so fun to watch #being a ninja opens Hoshikawa up to so many fun stunts and bullshit fight scenes #and you bet ur ass this show is ALWAYS putting him in situations #anyway this fight right here is my favourite of his so far #side note #i love and appreciate that the first thing this idiot thinks to do to prove he's the real one to his team mates is a fucking backflip #'look guys i can do sick tricks haha nin nin' #he is so important to me #also #Junichi Haruta does all his own stunt work and they've been making really good use of him throughout the show #fuck i'm gonna have to watch goggle V after this arent i

[skeletalheartattack]

More kazooieposting because why not. What's your favourite stage theme?

let's see... with kazooie, it's probably clankers cavern because i just really like clanker. he's so cool and i like hanging out with him.

with tooie, while i feel like it's everyones favourite, it's gotta be witchy world. it's just such a fun world overall that it's hard to pick anything else.

#ask #anon #if i had to pick seconds for both? lets see... uhh... #maybe treasure trove cove? i feel like its a close second. just really nice level. except for the clams. fuckars. #theres a fun detail i noticed with treasure trove coves music #so theres a little segment in the tune that appears a bit late thats the exact same chord progression as bottles challenge music #and thats so neat to me because like. where do you go to get a few specific cheat codes? bottles minigame #and where do you put those cheat codes in at? treasure trove cove #its just a really fun touch #but ough... my boy clanker.... i cant pick favourites over my boy clanker... #ill get you out of there man. theres a huge sea out there. #as for tooie... terrydactyland? i always loved playing through its world #i remember watching a tier list recently and they had terrydactyland pretty low on the list. because of how empty it is #which is definitely a fair statement. but as a kid i didnt mind honestly #but really its so hard to pick anything over witchyworld. its music. its theme. the different areas. oughhh..... #i even like mr patch. except for like one part of his design that changes with his return in nuts & bolts. #beyond that. fun design. i like him a lot if we can ignore a part of his design. #i also like how proportionally large the interior of the big top is. #the only thing i dislike about mr patch is his actual boss fight. aiming. aiming eggs at his patches. and hes constantly moving about. #most hated themes? uhhh i cant really pick one in kazooie really. theyre all good even if rusty bucket bay sucks #tooie? probably glitter glutch mine. or jolly roger lagoon. #those two i never liked playing through really. #jolly roger lagoon scared the shit out of me as a kid. i hated the ominous deep hole in the middle of the lagoon #and the underwater segment sucks because so much of the level looks the same. #glitter glutch mine... idk what about it i disliked. it was honestly the one level i dreaded playing the most in the early game #its visuals arent the worst but. idk something about it i didnt really enjoy. maybe those damn fps segments. #anyway! thank you for the ask anon!!! :)

[hoperays-song]

Stan And Barry After The Failed Heist

So, we know how Marcus reacted to Johnny not showing up at the heist, but you know who’s reactions we didn’t see? Stan and Barry’s. Two people who were equally affected by Johnny’s actions. And what’s more, the bit of them that we see after the heist don’t seem mad at Johnny in the slightest, in fact, they willingly ignore Marcus in order to continue watching Johnny’s performance, supporting him from afar.

From the bits of their personalities we can see in the two movies, Stan and Barry are clearly very different from each other. In fact, personality wise at least, Stan acts more like Marcus, with a lot of energy and and an overall confidence. In comparison, Barry acts more like Johnny, both being quieter and seeming to keep their cards closer to their chests. They both act like Marcus’s brothers, but they clearly side with Johnny after the heist. Why?

Well, it’s strongly hinted that they’ve been there for most of Johnny’s life, judging by both their and his comfortability with each other. They are his uncles, even if they aren’t blood related. They watched him grow up. They’ve been there for him. So when Johnny wasn’t there at the end of the heist, I think their reactions (and Marcus’s) probably wouldn’t be betrayal, but worry. Had something happened? Was Johnny hurt? Had he already been arrested?

So, you know what I want? I want a scene of Marcus coming back from visitation early to a very worried Stan and Barry who were expecting the worst. I want to see the yelling match that would have immediately occurred the moment Barry found out what Marcus said to his nephew. I want to see Stan having to separate the two but clearly siding with Barry. I want to see Barry calling Johnny from the prison phone just to make sure he’s ok and that he knows that his uncles are in his corner and being told all about the talent competition. I want to see the two giving Marcus the silent treatment until he and Johnny reconcile. They have Johnny’s back no matter what.

They are his uncles and love him dearly. They were watching his performance and cheering him on even though he’s technically the reason they were currently in jail. Why? Because I think they came to the same conclusion: This was bound to happen eventually. They were gonna be caught one day. And Johnny is a kid. He deserves better than this. It’s not his fault.

#sing #sing stan #sing barry #sing marcus (kinda) #sing johnny (kinda) #stan and barry are johnny's uncles and no one can convince me otherwise #they love that kid #they were absolutely pissed at marcus once they found out what he did #fun reminder: johnny is only around 17 years old in the first movie #he is literally a kid when all this happens #barry definitely knew about the talent show #did you see how intently he was watching that from the beginning while stan had to do a double take #he called johnny once right after the confrontation and another time right after the theatre flood to make sure he was ok #barry is the favourite uncle #stan is the fun one though #he did also call johnny #just not for a while since he was dealing with marcus and johnny actively constantly fighting with each other #i'm sorry if this sucks my original draft got deleted and i had to restart from scratch