#frankly i can't believe his expression in the last one like. is this how you ask ppl for immortality

[luveline]

Hiii, if you’re interested, could I request Eddie but as an ice hockey player?? Your writing is out of this world and I would just love to read about his flushed cheeks after practice or something like that. I hope you’re doing great and I love your stuff❤️❤️❤️

thank you so much, for your request and for being so lovely, it means the world to me! ♡ fem!reader, 1.2k

He comes flying across the ice like he's weightless. A dropping sensation hits your stomach while your heart leaps into your throat, but Eddie saves himself at the last minute with a quick, hard turn, his left foot further out. Ice curls in his wake, sheared by the sharp blade of his skate. 

"How was that?" he calls up to you where you're sitting in the second row of the stands.  

"You can really see a difference," you say, crossing one leg over the other and hiding your frigid fingers between your thighs. "The two hundred metre sprints must be working, Eds. You're like a fricking whippet, it's scary." 

"They better be working," he says. "God, I fucking hate sprints." 

Eddie hates every aspect of his conditioning workouts. He loves hockey, and if he wants to be able to keep up with the rest of his team, let alone the opposition, he needs to stay fit in ways that are specific to the sport, so the sprints are a necessary evil.

He doesn't care for much of it. The deadlifting is a good look on him, though. Watching his muscles physically get bigger in size has been an Experience, capital 'E'. His weight gain in general, actually. 

"Do you feel tired?" you ask. 

Eddie groans, putting his arm up and behind his head, forcing his elbow down with the opposite hand. He doesn't realise how salalcious he appears, worse when he scrunches his eyes closed and turns his face to one side. "I always feel tired. This is good, though. Maybe Steve'll stop busting my ass at practice for getting winded before the third period."

You're glad it's so cold in the rink. His grumpy expression has you flushing all over. 

"Steve spends the majority of his time on the ice hunched over," you say. "Of course he doesn't get winded."

You wouldn't feel comfortable making a snide joke about Eddie's friends usually, but Steve knows you. He calls you Eddie's wife, though you aren't married, always trying to feed you hard pretzels while mouthing off about Eddie's shit plays. Hence your nonchalant disparagement. 

Eddie grins at you, dropping his arms back down to his sides. "Where're your skates, sweetheart? Come and take a lap with me." 

You brought your skates at his request. You'd climb the appalachian trail on your hands and knees if he asked you to, and not just because he's handsome and getting more so everyday, but because he's gorgeous on the inside. Kind of like finding a pretty rock and cracking it open to find gemstone, you'd been drawn to Eddie and his rough exterior, but you've grown to love him for what's inside. His sweetness, his charm. The way he's looking at you now —eyes wide, hopeful. You could believe that the only thing he wants in the whole world is to skate with you. 

"I'll slip again," you fret, having already mentally given in. 

Eddie knows you have, too. "I am not gonna let you fall over," he promises. "Put your gloves back on, yeah? It's cold." 

You put on your skates and gloves and wobble to the gap in the rink walls to step out. Eddie's waiting, taking your elbow into his hand to help you out. He's been playing ice hockey longer than you've known him, and while you've been by his side for his rise to tier 3, you've become less familiar with the ice rather than more. You're frankly intimidated by what he can do. He's fast. He's a great sportsman (with a short fuse, undoubtedly, but he's never unkind to the people around him) (besides that one on-ice official). Eddie's amazing, but he can't give you confidence on the ice. Only practice can do that. 

You're not super willing to practise. "Please don't let me fall on my ass, Eddie." 

"There's nobody here to see it. And if you fall, I'll help you up, I swear. But you're not going to fall over." 

While not specifically true, recreational skaters making lazy laps and a young figure skater working on waltz jumps in the defending zone, his surety makes you feel better.

Being on skates is a strange feeling. Eddie skates with the same ease as he walks. You freeze up, locking your hips. He moves his hand from your elbow to your hand. You can feel his fingers like blocks of ice through your gloves.

"Do you want to try just walking, or would you feel better skating in a circle?" he asks. 

"Uh–" Your footing slips. You're panicking. "Um, whatever you want." 

His cheeks glow with blush, his nose tip like a budding rose. He doesn't feel the cold anymore, nor fear of falling, setting you both on a speed akin to a light jog. You breathe out with a nervous squeak, fingers locked around his hand. 

"You got it," he says, in his way, too cool for you. His voice is awfully pretty sometimes, a little rough, all fond. He dotes via praise, his thumb petting pointless circles into the back of your hand. "You're always better than you think." 

"I don't know how you can find this fun," you say nervously. 

He tips his chin up, his disorderly bun pressed to the back of his neck. "It's not all fun. Sometimes I don't wanna do it as much as I did when I started, but sometimes I wanna do it more than ever. Like, getting bumped up? Well, you know how I felt." 

He'd hugged you so hard the air got knocked out of you. The celebrations were unrestrained. 

"I love hockey almost as much as I love you," he says, sending an appreciative smile your way. 

Your heart skips. "You love me more than hockey?"

"What kind of a question is that? Of course I do." He slows his skating, slows you with him, and kisses your cheek. His lips are as cold as his fingers. "But I want you to love hockey, so first you need to skate." 

"Don't yank me." 

"I'm yanking you, sweetheart. It's just like roller-blading." 

"I can't rollerblade." 

"No?" he asks, picking up his foot and putting it down, his thighs moving outward with each stroke. You scramble to keep up with him. 

"Eddie!" you shout, terrified as you swing around a corner. Despite the fear, you know he won't let you get hurt. Well, super hurt. 

"You're fine! Come on, let's see if we can meet my lap time." He smiles. Red cheeks, pink lips, and the world's warmest brown eyes. "You should start doing sprints with me. And lifting! That would be hot." 

You'd snort if you weren't too busy trying to stay in an upright position. You'll be surprised if Eddie has any bones left in his hand tonight when you're done. 

He doesn't once complain about your vice-like grip. 

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson scenario #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fanfiction #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things #stranger things fic #stranger things x reader

[trainsinanime]

Okay, I apologize, but I don't understand all these complaints about Ladynoir and Adrienette. The problem here is not whether people like Adrienette or not, but that everyone portrays Adrien purely as an accessory to Ladynoir. Maybe I'm surprising someone with this, but Adrienette is no less important than Ladynoir; it's just that their interactions are more frequent due to the "Monster of the Week" formula, while Adrien's appearances on the screen are limited to show how Gabriel isolates him. And now all of this is starting to be resolved.

To be honest, I have many questions about your reasoning. You mentioned complex feelings between them, but the problem is that there are none. Chat Noir simply decided to move on (we saw how he started distancing himself from his feelings after the illusion in "Jubilation," and in "Elation," he even explained why). His pushed behavior towards Ladybug has always been portrayed as a character flaw, considering that it sometimes led to negative consequences, which was character development. Ladybug also decided to move on as a result of everything that happened in "Elation." Therefore, there can't be any romantic complications between them at the moment.

I also don't see the show ever stating that they cannot be together because they don't know each other's secret identities. It's more about the fact that they cannot be together because Gabriel is trying to prevent it. Let's not forget that there are other couples with secret identities in the show as well.

In any case, I believe that going the Adrienette route is the right path. Going the Ladynoir route would be a step back due to a series of circumstances depicted in canon, which puts both characters' development in a corner at this stage (I could elaborate, but it would turn into a whole article). It's also not a bad thing that, despite everything happening in the second arc of the story, Ladynoir won't be together until the reveal. After all, they are still the same people. The way the Love Square is treated in the fandom, as if LS is just "Ladynoir and friends," can be quite tiresome. The hints that it will start with Adrienette were there from Season 1. It's as if people couldn't imagine that progress in romantic relationships would happen outside of Ladynoir, and now they're genuinely surprised by the outcome.

I apologize if my response seemed rude. I didn't intend to be rude. I primarily wrote that because I was surprised that you expected the collapse of Adrienette within three episodes. I understand that everyone was expecting the reveal, but it's based on the assumption that their romantic progress had to happen as Ladynoir.

Hi, thanks for the response, and don't worry, I don't think it's rude at all. That said, I disagree with parts of it.

I think you misunderstand a key part of what I was trying to say (I probably could have worded it better). I don't think either Adrinette or Ladynoir are better. I don't think "romantic progress has to happen as Ladynoir". My point is that before season 5 (even before Kwami's Choice), I thought romantic progress would involve both sides somehow. Because that is how the show has worked so far.

You're saying that post-elation, there are no complex feelings between Ladynoir. That is exactly my problem: There should be complex feelings between them! But then there just aren't any. It's very anticlimactic that both of them just go, "oh well", and move on. Frankly, between you and me, I think it's boring.

But perhaps more importantly, I think it's weird. Their feelings have grown and changed and deepened so much over the school year that lasted eight years, and that's it? They can just move on like that? It's not causing them any sleepless nights where they're wondering about their feelings? That is very surprising to me.

Aside: Chat Noir moving on from Ladybug is not good character development. For one, his crush on her was never actually a problem in itself, just the way he went about expressing it, and even that only rarely. Even if it were a problem, "moving on" isn't actually character growth. Adrien doesn't learn anything new or change his behaviour now that he's in love with Marinette, she just reciprocates his feelings. He's still the same guy as before.

Anyway, back on topic: The Love Square never used to be "Adrinette plus some other stuff", and it didn't use to be "Ladynoir plus some other stuff". It was a finely tuned balance, where the things happening as Ladynoir mattered as much as the things happening as Adrinette, but nothing was ever just a simple mirror. Adrinette grow closer, Ladynoir grow closer. Ladynoir fight and reunite, Adrinette have their own issues to solve. And most importantly, Adrinette was impossible because Ladynoir was standing in the way, and Ladynoir was impossible because Adrinette was standing in the way.

(By the way, the show actually did specifically say that they can't be together because of secret identities. Ladybug specifically told Chat Noir she can't be with him because there's someone else, in Glaciator. Adrien told Plagg and Marinette that he can't be in love with Marinette because he's in love with Ladybug, in Weredad. I'm not sure why you blame Gabriel.)

Season 5 threw that whole thing completely off balance, by literally just deleting Ladynoir for two episodes. If they had done the same thing the other way, e.g. if they had a two-parter instead where Adrien and Marinette decide they have to be in costume at all times and then started dating as Ladynoir, and then just forget about Adrinette, that would have had the exact same problems.

#miraculous ladybug

[stories-of-the-nrm]

The LNER's Tea Express

AN: This takes place in the 1930s before Scott reached 100 mph when he had an amicable brotherly relationship with Gordon. Thank you for requesting this @jayde-jots.

Narrator: It was a hot summers day in England as the LNER’s business booms. Despite the depression impacting the United Kingdom, London seemed to be thriving as many businessmen require their services.

(We see the sheds where the passenger engines are resting.)

Scott: How was your train today, Gordon?

Gordon: On time as usual. And your train, Scott?

Scott: Oh it was excellent. My passengers would be all over the platform talking about how they really loved the changes made to our travel services. Especially the food.

Gordon: Ah yes. My crew was raving about it as well. I quite frankly fail to understand it as we engines of course only need coal and water.

Scott: Yes yes that’s true, but it’s quite fascinating to hear humans get so excited. I would love to see what the fuss is all about.

Gordon: You are not going to leave your engine just to consume human food meant to be for our passengers. It would be a disgrace to the LNER if you were to cost them money just to prepare more.

(Scott sighs knowing Gordon is right.)

Scott: I understand that, Gordon. But I was just thinking that if there was food to spare and would otherwise be thrown out, then sampling it wouldn’t hurt would it?

Gordon (groaning): I better not get a tongue lashing from Sir Nigel Gresley because you took some of the passengers food!

(Scott smiles sheepishly.)

Scott: Of course not, brother. I know we have our reputation to uphold. I won't let you or Sir Nigel Gresley down.

Gordon (sighing): This railway still has difficulties navigating this "depression". I just worry that the slightest slip up by any of us could cost them money. Money they use to maintain us. The last thing I would want is to see any of us scrapped because of it.

(Scott takes a breath.)

Scott: Please don't worry, Gordon. I know better than to steal food from the dining car. I won't even bring it up to my crew.

(Gordon closes his eyes.)

Gordon: Well I believe we should stop talking about this now. I can see the moon is getting high which tells me we need to get some sleep.

Scott (yawning): You're right brother. Good night.

Gordon: Good night, Scott.

(They fall asleep for the night.)

Time Skip

Narrator: One evening after he pushes the coaches back into their shed a group of women who work in the dining car approach Scott.

Scott: Yes? What do you need?

(They all look young and seem to be attracted to Scott as they try to explain their need to finish all of the left over food.)

Scott: I see. I'll need to get my brother. This is a lovely opportunity he just can't miss.

(Scott leaves his engine and practically runs to look for Gordon who's still in his engine form.)

Gordon: Scott what are you doing here?

(He stops to catch his breath.)

Scott: Gordon. These lovely ladies gave me a brilliant opportunity that I just. Have to share.

Gordon: And what is that?

Scott: They work in the dining car and-

(Gordon groans.)

Gordon: I thought I told you not to bother the staff about this food nonsense?

Scott: But I didn't Gordon. These lovely ladies came to me and wanted me to help them.

Gordon: And what on earth would they need you for?

Scott: They have a lot of food left over and can't store it over night. If no one eats it, it'll all have to be thrown out. Didn't you say you don't want the LNER to waste money and food?

(Gordon sighs.)

Gordon: So you mean to say that you want me to help you eat human food that would otherwise spoil and be discarded?

Scott: Why yes. I don't want these ladies to possibly lose their jobs because food was wasted and all.

Gordon: In that case, I have no choice but to help you. If this is for the benefit of the railway, then I will do it.

(Scott smiles.)

Scott: Splendid! Why don't you leave your engine form and follow us to the dining car. Who knows maybe you might like what humans eat.

(Gordon rolls his eyes leaves his engine.)

Gordon: I highly doubt that human food would hold any meaning for me. We are machines, Scott. All we need is coal and water. If we were designed to eat human food our railway would save a lot of money on coal.

Scott: Oh Gordon we aren't just machines. Look at us! We can take on a human form so we have to have some ability to eat. Don't think of it as a chore but as an adventure!

(Gordon sighs and just follows Scott as the group of ladies lead them to the dining car.)

Scott: Watch your step brother! I know you're not used to being able to walk.

Gordon: Yes, yes I know how to walk just fine Scott.

(They're lead to a table in the dining car that's covered in food.)

Narrator: There was a bottle of champagne, bread rolls and curled butter on the table. The ladies also gave them left overs from the 1st class menu which included various types of meats, halibut and numerous pastries often served during Afternoon Tea.

(Scott's eyes widen and takes a seat.)

Scott: Why thank you ladies. I'm sure this will all taste lovely. Don't you think brother?

Gordon (scoffing as he sits down): I still think this is all a waste of time. We are not humans, Scott. Their food will do nothing to sustain us.

Scott: And how would you know that if you never even tried? None of us know for sure how these human forms work. Times are changing Gordon. We no longer have to hide away in our engines for our entire existence. The depression's ending and the LNER is as successful as ever. Why if we keep growing we might even buy out the LMS.

(Gordon shakes his head.)

Gordon: Do not make such extreme sentiments. The driver told me that some parts of the kingdom are suffering in poverty and are dealing with higher levels of unemployment.

Scott (sighing): You're right. But I want to have hope that things will get better.

(Gordon tries to change the subject.)

Gordon: Well we better get started on eating all this food. We simply can not allow food waste.

(They start to dig into the food as the women watch and giggle.)

Narrator: As Scott and Gordon begin to eat and drink the champagne, Gordon quickly realizes he was wrong about human food being nonsense.

Gordon: My goodness! This lamb is delicious.

Scott (stuffing his face with cold cuts): See! I told you, brother. Human food's the best thing there is. It's little wonder they value it so much.

(Gordon is a little disgusted by Scott's lack of table manners.)

Narrator: The two of them slowly start to feel the effects of the champagne.

Scott (hiccuping): Let's get into these... pastries.

(They start eating the pastries that can be picked up with their hands.)

Gordon: These are not... better than... that lamb.

(Scott looks like he's in heaven.)

Scott: You're wrong! These.. are the best! How can you not appreciate these.... creamy pillows?!

(Gordon shushes him.)

Gordon: We need to keep it… down. Sir Nigel Gresley will punish us if we’re… not at our best for our morning… trains.

Scott (huffing): More creamy pillows for me then.

(Gordon gets up from the table.)

Gordon: I… must go back... to my engine. Goodnight… Scott.

(Scott’s now red faced and tipsy.)

Scott: Night Gordon!

Narrator: As Gordon leaves, Scott finishes eating his cream puffs and pastries.

(It’s really late at night and Scott’s belly is now bulging out of his suit jacket.)

Scott: What a meal! I just… want to sleep here. (A pause.) No. Sir Nigel Gresley would scrap me if Gordon doesn’t… yell at me first.

(He sighs and tries to get up. Some of the ladies in the dining car are still there watching.)

Scott (smiling a little flirtatiously): Hey? Care to help... a poor ol' engine... like me?

(They all practically jump out of their seats to help Scott.)

Narrator: After getting some help, Scott stumbles his way out of the dining car.

Scott (winking): Thanks ladies! See you all… in the morning!

(They blush despite themselves as Scott tries to control his laughter on the way back to his engine.)

Scott (trying to whisper): I need to do that again soon.

Narrator: As soon as he gets to his engine, Scott shifts back into it and falls asleep. He starts to dream about what it be like to live as a human.

Time Skip

Gordon: Scotsman wake up!

Scott (snorting awake): Huh? Oh Gordon I had such a wonderful dream last night!

(Gordon rolls his eyes.)

Gordon: You need to get it together fast. Sir Nigel Gresley is going to be very cross if he finds out you’re “hungover” and late!

(Scott temporarily shifts out of his engine form to wash his face before going back.)

Scott: It was such a lovely meal Gordon. You have to at least admit that can't you?

(Gordon sighs in defeat.)

Gordon: I suppose the lamb was delicious enough to reconsider.

Scott: Excellent! Don't you want to hear about my dream last night?

Gordon: But we can not continue this habit. I have no time to hear about your dream now.

(Gordon's crew starts to drive him away to the station.)

Scott: I understand and I won’t be late. I’ll tell you all about it later, Gordon!

Narrator: As Scott’s crew starts to drive him to the station he tries to prepare himself to work. But deep down he wishes to eat human food again and hopes the dining car has leftovers again.

THE END

Tagging: @bluy1206, @klein-sodor-bahn, and @nlliah. To those who have been loving my content, I thank you all so much. I can't wait to see what future requests will look like.

#nrm fanfiction #ttte fandom #flying scotsman #lner a3 #ttte gordon #fan requests

[jetsteelyourheart]

I've been working on this for more time than I'd care to admit cause I've been formulating like... 4 separate Fan Casts, but when @easily-distracted-ivashkov posted an ask about Casting I had to submit something. Then it got too large for an ask so here I am.

I'm not done with my TV/Film Fan Cast, but welcome to...

The Bloodlines Musical Theater Fan Cast

*Complete with vocal part & music samples

*all casting has purely been based on my completely mid level of musical actor knowledge and voice. Like 90% of this is all voice. I can't stress that enough

I also have two separate casts for this because its changed over the years. I call them the "Fancast 1.0" and the "Fancast 2.0 - Its Gayer This Time." And of course like with any good casting situation, when you use a couple different actors you need basically a whole new set for everyone else so... Please find them below:

Fancast 1.0:

Adrian - Tenor : Aaron Tveit

Think old school Aaron

-> Gabe in Next to Normal Aaron

-> Fiero in Wicked Aaron

-> Roger in RENT Aaron

And you know... maybe think some more recent Aaron...

Sydney - Mezzo: Barrett Wilbert Weed

Now, I don't want to start anything because Broadway Tumblr is notoriously... dramatic... but this is my fancast and frankly I think if I was a broadway actor people would get mad at me too for having boundaries and less than perfect vocal health so... give the samples below a chance

-> Wildflowers from Fugitives Song Cycle Barrett

-> obligatory Veronica from Heathers Barrett

-> Winnie from Everlasting Barrett

Jill - Mezz/Soprano: Joy Woods

-> Audrey from Little Shop of Horrors Joy

-> Cathy from The Last Five Years Joy

Eddie - Tenor: George Salazar

-> Grover in The Lightning Thief George

-> Obligatory Michael in the Bathroom George

-> Seymour in Little Shop of Horrors George

-> Where do the Lonely souls go George

Nathan Ivashkov: Brian Darcy James

-> Something Rotten Brian

-> Dan Goodman in Next to Normal (with bonus Aaron as his son for direct comparison!)

-> Barrett from Titanic (for something different)

-> Shrek from Shrek because I just like reminding everyone he was in Shrek

Tatiana Ivashkov - Caroline O'Connor

-> Countess Lily in Anastasia

-> Velma in Chicago Caroline

Trey - Everyone is a Tenor Now: Dan Domenech

(sorry for the closest thing I could find to a gif of him without heathers text)

-> speaking of have some JD in heathers Dan

-> Joanne in RENT Dan

Angeline - Is Sassy technically a vocal type? (Sop?): Andrea Macasaet

-> Obligatory Anne Boleyn in SiX Andrea

-> Mimi ... in RENT but like... in concert with Anthony Rapp as Roger?? Andrea

Jackie Terwilliger: Eden Espinosa

-> Elphaba from Wicked Eden

-> Cassandra from Tangled the Series (Her vocals tho)

Brayden: Matt Doyle

He's got it. I don't know what it is. But he has it.

-> Jamie in Company

-> Hanchen in Spring Awakening. Look its not singing... but its Brayden

-> Jasper in Jasper in Deadland to be nice because its a character that isn't annoying and he's a good actor

Micah: Alexander Brightman

-> Cut You A Piece Alexander (but also I just fucking love this Sydrianesque song to death)

-> A Little Bit Alexander

.......................................................................................

Same in Both Casts:

Jared Sage: Patrick Page

Ok but like, how could I NOT.

-> Frollo in Hunchback because Frollo is one of Jared Sage's past lives

-> Hades in Hadestown Patrick

-> Green Goblin Patrick because its on the same level as Brian D'Arcy James Shrek

Abe: Ricky Rojas

Listen, I've never seen him do scary, but I believe he could do it. He's definitely got fun and cheeky down. I'd love to see him dress like a mobster. And look how expressive he is. I fully believe Abe can Tango.

-> Ricky (and Aaron) Singing Tennessee Whiskey because listen to that man siiiing

-> Santiago from Moulin Rouge but just the audio cause youtube aint got any videos

Marcus Finch: Alex Joseph Grayson

Tragically Tumblr has no gifs and thats a travesty

-> Hercules in Hercules

-> Jim in Parade (THOSE RIFFS)

-> Judas in Jesus Christ Superstar

Zoe Sage: Sophia Anne Caruso

But literally exactly in the vocal tonality of Beetlejuice. I don't make the rules

-> Obligatory Beetlejuice

Sheridan: Orfeh

This might be a surprise. Maybe. But like. Imagine all of Sheridan's war crimes. All of her actions that raise the Geneva convention to the ground. Now picture those words coming out of the mouth of someone who sounds like the Nanny Named Fran mixed with some kind of Bostonian Dolly Parton. JUST IMAGINE IT.

-> Paulette from Legally Blonde

-> Orfeh Singing from VOTE!

-> Audrey...2 in Little Shop

Donna Stanton: Natalie Mendoza

Ok so it almost more her acting than her singing, but hear me out: Natalie Mendoza does an amazing job on stage portraying that she's keeping her real thoughts hidden. Its almost a waste to make her Donna stanton because her comedic timing is top notch and underrated. Also she can sing.

-> Ok I couldn't find any examples on youtube... but trust me on this. She's fantastic

Malachai Wolfe: Chris Sullivan

Yeah, that guy. He also played Taserface. Do with this information what you will, but also hear him in the Off-Broadway Hadestown

-> Hermes from Hadestown Chris

Lee: Jeremy Jordan

Listen, I know its a small part for Jeremy, BUT he goes from 0 - 100 on the little nerd man to deranged murder man and Lee needs that

-> Seymour from Littleshop (again) but this time Jeremy

-> Clyde from Bonnie & Clyde Jeremy

-> Light from Death Note the Musical Jeremy. This is not a joke. (second singer)

Clarence: Danny Burstein

-> Adolpho in The Drowsy Chaperone

-> Tevye in Fiddler

Carly Sage: Christy Altomare

-> Freedom Inside MV

-> Wendla in Spring Awakening

Rowena: Rachel Zegler

-> As Maria in West Side Story

Emma: Taylor Lauderman

-> Little Miss Perfect

Duncan: Derek Klena

-> Jagged Little Pill

Alecia: Sam Pauly

-> Obligatory SiX Katharine Howard

-> Come From Away

-> The Wild Party

Lissa: Ashley Loren

The Sparkling Dragomir ~*~**

-> Satine from Moulin Rouge

-> Belle (with cats) from Beauty and the Beast

-> Elsa from Frozen

Rose: Anna Uzele

-> Catherine Parr in SiX

-> Francine in New York, New York

Dimitri: Christopher Jackson (circa In the Heights Era)

I don't like Dimitri, but if he's gonna be there, I'm gonna get an Actor that makes me like him. He better have killer fuckin pipes

-> Benny in In the Heights

-> Obligatory George Washington in Hamilton

-> More Benny because I'm obsessed

Neil: Jamie Muscato

He's like the musical theater Hugh Grant of the west end. I'm gonna get flack for this, I know, but the guy is like the watered down British polite version of every character he plays. Its a whole vibe on its own, and frankly, its very Neil.

-> Evan Hansen Jamie

-> Enjolras from Les Mis Jamie

Chantal: Ariana DeBose

-> Tony's Opening Number

-> I MEAN SHE EARNED THAT OSCAR IN WEST SIDE STORY

Keith:

#bloodlines #vampire academy #fancast #musical fancast #don't come after me this was a lot of work #Gonna add the fancast 2.0 gayer this time as a reblog #because I ran out of my photo allotment #adrian ivashkov #sydney sage #jill mastrano #eddie castile #rose hathaway #lissa dragomir

[emptystove]

Sparrow - Ch 3

One Piece Fanfic (Drama/Romance/Suspense)

Pairings: E. Kid x Reader, Sabo x Reader, Lucci x Reader (one sided)

Rating: EXPLICIT, 18+ ONLY

CW: Violence, Language

Chapter Summary: Sabo negotiates with Kid for your protection, and everyone learns something they didn't expect.

Links to AO3 -- Fanfic Master List

Chapter 3: Game of Questions

Sabo stood next to Koala in the dim light of the auto shop's back office, holding your unconscious form to his chest as they waited for Eustass Kid to speak. 

"Killer, remind me. When we were expecting Blue and his little army brats?"

"Next week, after we contacted him to confirm we acquired what they asked for," Killer replied easily as he leaned on the wall behind Kid, arms folded casually across his broad chest. 

Kid shot Sabo a wicked grin. 

"You seem to have forgotten the rules of our agreement," Kid stated lowly as he idly played with a knife. "You're lucky I value our working relationship enough to allow you to explain why you think you can show up here without an invitation."

"I'm sorry we didn't have time to call ahead. We were in a bit of a rush." Sabo glanced down at your sleeping form before continuing. "But I don't think you'll want to turn down what I'm offering."

Kid's expression turned serious as he tilted his head toward you. "That's not the kind of merchandise I work with, and frankly, I find it pretty fuckin' suspicious that you would bring whatever kind of rushjob this is to me." Kid was never a patient man, and it was clear whatever patience he had left was already worn thin. "I'll give you one more chance before I stop being so nice. Why. Are. You. Here?"

Sabo took a deep breath. His calm and casual attitude turned stern and serious. "I'm here because I didn't have another choice. I have two very serious problems. First, we have reason to believe we've been compromised." Kid's brows twitched, but Sabo pressed on before anyone could react. "If we are right, the source only had access to information from before we started working with you. I'm here because I know for a fact you are not at risk, and I need that to deal with my second problem."

"And your second problem is?"

Sabo swallowed hard before motioning to you. "Koala and I have to get the first problem under control, but we can't take her with us. She's one of ours, but the government is after her. We need you to hide her until we can get back. A few hours maybe, a day tops."

Kid frowned. "Government's always after you lot. What's so special about her?"

Sabo grimaced, and he tightened his hold on you without thinking. "The leader of CP9, he..." Sabo thought about what he witnessed from the shadows in the subway station. He knew Lucci only from the bodies he left behind. There were no stories from Revolutionary survivors because he left no survivors. The way he spoke to you though, he wasn't acting like you were a Revolutionary. He wasn't even acting like he wanted you dead. He wanted you alive, and he wanted you to go with him willingly. Sabo cursed his own mind for thinking up all of the horrible possibilities of what that might have meant for you. "He wants her alive, and he made it clear that he has a personal interest in capturing her."

"And you have a personal interest in protecting her?"

"I'll pay triple what I paid you for our last deal."

Kid hummed thoughtfully. He rose from the desk and sauntered in front of them. His gaze rolled over you, and a large finger tapped you on the cheek. Kid snorted when you sneered and grumbled in your sleep. 

"Heavy sleeper?" Kid questioned, but his implication wasn't lost on Sabo.

Sabo glanced away briefly before returning Kid's gaze. "I sedated her. She's been through a lot." Just how much, he wasn't even sure. 

Kid frowned as he took in more of your form. Your thin clothing was sweat-stained, your arm was recently bandaged, and your bare feet were filthy. 

"Eustass, please. Just keep her hidden, and call me when she wakes up."

"Triple last deal," Kid confirmed the price and pointed a finger at Sabo. "And you Blue, you personally owe me a favor."

Sabo nodded faster than Koala could open her mouth to protest. "Deal."

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You woke up in a drowsy haze. It was the first time you could remember waking up without gasping for breath. It would have been a nice change if you weren't also waking up in a strange place, chained to a desk.

You willed yourself to stay focused as you took in your surroundings. You were still an agent after all, even if you were a deserter. You remembered your training. Get your bearings, get yourself free, and get out. 

You sat in a leather chair with a rounded back. Your wrists were bound in handcuffs, and the handcuffs were attached to a chain that connected to the large metal desk in front of you. There was a door to your left. The only light in the room came from what slipped in under the door from the hallway. There was a window to your right. The blinds were closed, but the shadows cast on them from a large maple outside led you to believe you were on the second or third floor. You breathed deeply through your nose. The scent of rubber and oil hung heavy in the air. You weren't back at CP9 headquarters, and you weren't dead. Both unexpected. 

You angled your wrists toward the light from the doorway and examined your restraints. The cuffs were basic, and they didn't even bind your feet. Amateurs.  

You leaned your head down until it was close enough to your hands. You pulled two thin barrettes from your hair and maneuvered them into the cuffs. A small click sounded as each pin in the lock was released. You moved the noisy chain and cuffs to the floor as silently as you could, then took a moment to stretch your tense muscles as you stood up. 

You started to take a step toward the door when you froze. Everything about waking up here felt so different. It was probably the reason you let your guard down enough to miss the one familiar thing about how you woke up. You weren't alone. 

"Not bad." You expected a voice from behind you, but you didn't expect those words or that voice. It wasn't Lucci. It wasn't one of the other CP9 agents either. 

You lunged to grab the first thing you could see on the desk as soon as you felt his movement. He was lightning fast, reaching you and blocking you by the wrist before you were able to drive the object into his skull. Now that he was in the light of the door, you could see him better. He wasn't as tall as Lucci, but he still towered over you. Long blond locks covered his eyes, but you could tell by how relaxed his face was that restraining you was hardly a challenge for him. 

"Easy, girl. You're safe here." 

He could tell you weren't convinced though, and he twisted your wrist until your makeshift weapon dropped to the desk. He put you back in your restraints and lightly shoved you back in the chair before picking up the phone on the desk. 

"Kid, she's awake. Want me to call Blue?"

The blond pulled out a different phone to make a second call to a similar effect. He didn't give away who he was speaking to, but you got the feeling whoever it was would be there soon enough. 

It wasn't long before the man he called 'Kid' entered the room. He was taller than the blond, more muscular too. You could see the beginning of a few scars across his chest, peeking out from behind his open shirt. Wild red locks framed his hard face. The blond whispered something to him, and you almost faltered as he met you with fierce amber eyes. 

Kid chuckled. "I'm curious. What was your plan? Break out of here, and then what?" He clicked the end of your improvised weapon mockingly. "Take on the government with nothing but you and your clicky pen?"

Cocky bastard. "A pen can cut an artery just as well as a knife if you know how to do it. You can make it a lot more painful, too." You made a show of looking him up and down, doing your best to look unimpressed. "Unless you can't handle that kind of thing."

"I'm taking a pretty big fuckin' risk keeping you here. You should be grateful."

"Oh, where are my manners? Thanks so much for cutting my arm and chaining me to a desk," you deadpanned.

"Tsh. We may have tied you up, but we didn't slice your arm. Ya had that already when Sabo left you here."

"Who is Sabo?"

Your question had both men pause in clear confusion. 

"Don't fuck with me, woman. Your little boyfriend paid me good money to keep you here, but my hospitality only goes so far." Kid warned.

Now you were confused. Lucci didn't like relying on anyone outside of Cipher Pol in normal situations. You supposed this wasn't exactly a normal situation though.

"Who are you?" Kid asked curiously.

You let out a long sigh and shook your head. "What a question."

"Dammit, woman."

"Someone paid you to kidnap me, and you don't even know who I am?" You chuckled to yourself. "Thought I was the only one."

Kid slammed his fists on the desk with a loud bang. You didn't flinch. You had no intention of cooperating. 

"If he's using you to hold me, he's keeping this off the books. And if he's keeping this off the books, he isn't planning on keeping you alive." You were so busy riling up Kid that you didn't notice the blond studying you with concern. "I guess I shouldn't be surprised that went over your head, though. You clearly aren't the mastermind around here." You tilted your head toward the blond, but kept your eyes on Kid. "Why don't you ask your boss there what he thinks."

You couldn't hide your smug grin as you saw the giant before you lose it. You didn't have to wind him up, but it was just so easy. There was no deception in the redhead. From his words to his body language, he was an open book. You almost felt bad for how quickly you forced him to lose his temper, but you clearly weren't able to break out of this situation by force. And when all you had was your wits, a little chaos couldn't hurt. 

Kid's chair hit the wall behind him as he rose abruptly from his desk, but the blond was at his side instantly. He whispered something in the redhead's ear, and to your surprise, Kid strode out of the room, muttering a string of barely audible curses.

The blond picked up the fallen chair and sat it back behind the desk, but he retook his position leaned against the wall. 

He decided to come at you from another angle. He agreed to answer a question from you if you answered one from him. If you didn't want to answer a question, he would ask you a different one instead. It was terribly reasonable. 

The blond was definitely the more level headed of the two. You couldn't work his temper, but if you talked to him long enough, you could find something to exploit. Everyone had something. 

You begrudgingly agreed, and as a sign of good faith, he answered your previous question for you first. 

"You asked who Sabo is. He's the first officer in the Revolutionary Army. He brought you to us unconscious and paid us to keep you safe from the government agents hunting you."

Your eyes widened. CP9 not having you was a huge relief, but you didn't know much about the Revolutionaries. Lucci was adamant about keeping you away from any missions involving that group. 

"What do they want with me?"

He furrowed his brows briefly before shaking his head. "My turn to ask a question."

He considered you for a moment before deciding what to ask. 

"What's your name?"

You frowned. You hated your name. It probably wasn't even your real name, just another cruel gift from your sensei. The first thing you wanted to do when you left was get a new one.

"Alright. Where are you from?"

Your brows knit together. If they weren't working for the government and didn't know who you were, you weren't sure you should tell him that's where you came from. And if he meant before that, you had no idea.

"How old are you?"

You shut your eyes and grimaced. You didn't know. It wasn't necessary for your training, and it wasn't something Lucci could use to keep you under his thumb, so they never told you. 

"Ok, you have to give me something."

"You don't understand," you muttered softly. "I can't answer those questions."

"Listen, I get that you don't trust me-"

"I didn't say I won't. I said I can't." Your voice was steadier now that some of your anger was back.

He was looking at you closely now. You were in pain, and you were angry, but none of it was directed at him.

"Why can't you answer those questions?"

You knew you shouldn't trust him, but you didn't have much of a choice. He was definitely more sensible than the redhead. Maybe if you got on his good side, he could help convince the revolutionaries not to kill you. 

"Because I don't remember. I can't remember anything that happened before one year ago."

He was studying you, trying to see if you were lying. You weren't. He nodded, signaling that he accepted your answer and was now waiting for your question. 

You honestly weren't sure what to ask. You didn't know what the revolutionaries wanted with you, but they were spending money and taking risks to keep you away from CP9. You wanted to believe they would help you, but they could just as easily be keeping you alive only long enough for some sort of trial and execution.

Your body and mind were trained to survive. You knew you should ask something that could give you tactical insight. You looked at the blond man again, then around the room. You couldn't remember a time you spoke to someone outside of CP9 that wasn't part of a mission.

"What's your name?" You finally asked.

"Killer."

You chuckled. His name was as ridiculous as yours.

"Eustass Kid is the man you met earlier."

You nodded thoughtfully and waited for him to ask his next question. 

"What's the last thing you remember before you woke up here?"

You raised your gaze to where his eyes peaked out from behind his long bangs. His eyes were blue. "I escaped. I... I ran. I got all the way to the subway, but the fucking train was late. That's where he found me."

"Sabo?"

You shook your head and shut your eyes tight.

"Who?"

You couldn't help but picture Lucci's cold eyes.

"Who found you?"

"My turn to ask a question." You opened your eyes and let out a soft sigh. "Where am I?"

"South district. Kid's Body Shop."

You had never heard of it. Even the other CP9 agents rarely frequented this part of the city. Maybe that meant they really could keep you hidden from Lucci. 

"Where did you escape from?"

It wasn't a line of questioning that you liked, but at least you knew the answer. 

"The Cipher Pol Nine headquarter building, NWC Central District." 

You weren't sure, but it looked like Killer raised a brow. 

"You said Sabo is paying you keep me safe from the government. Why would he do that?"

"He didn't tell us much, but Sabo said the leader of CP9 is personally hunting you down."

You nodded sourly. "That's true."

"He said he wanted to capture you. What does he want from you?"

You swallowed hard. You thought he was going to kill you. He had plenty of chances to, but he didn't. He wanted you to go back with him. 

"He wants... to break me." 

Killer didn't seem to react, and you were too tired to care anymore. "Listen, it's been a long night and seeing as it might be my last, can we wrap this up?"

"Sure. Just one more question." He let a slight grin curl up one side of his face. "If you can't tell me your name, that's fine. But what should we call you?"

His question caught you off guard. You expected him to ask more about CP9. You tilted your head in thought. If you were going to die soon, maybe it would be better to die with a name of your own choosing.

Before you could respond, the door burst open. A familiar looking blond man stared at you from the doorway. He swallowed before rushing toward you. You flinched, expecting the worst, only to be wrapped in a tight embrace. He knelt in front of you, holding you hard against his chest.

Kid followed him inside. You searched both his and Killer's faces for an explanation of what was happening, but you found only deep frowns and furrowed brows.

"Blue," Kid's gruff voice was almost soft as he addressed the man holding you.

"I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry, (Y/n). I should never have stopped looking for you," Sabo whispered. His head was dropped onto your shoulder. 

"Sabo," Kid's voice was louder now.

"I know you hate me, but I'm just so glad that you're back. I can't believe you're back." You had no idea what he was talking about, but a familiar feeling was slowly creeping in your gut as his lips moved against your skin. 

"Sabo? You're Sabo?" you asked, finally making some sense of the voices around you.

The blond pulled back and held you by the shoulders. The sheer happiness on his face morphed into concern. "You... don't recognize me?"

"She told us she didn't remember anything before a year ago," Killer stated. "It's interesting that you didn't know that already."

"Wait, I do remember you." You looked at him again and fell back into those deep blue eyes. His face was a mixture of confusion and hope until your next words broke him. "You're that pervert from the train."

Apparently that was the wrong thing to say because you swear you saw all the color drain from his face. You didn't mean it to come out as bad as it sounded. To be fair, the last twenty four hours was a lot, and you had been drugged recently. 

Sabo took a step back, turning from you and trying to collect himself. Killer took him by the shoulders and filled him in on what you had just spoken to him about. 

You closed your eyes and tried to make sense of what was happening. He was talking like he knew you, but that was impossible. You were an orphan raised in a government facility. You were a trained CP9 agent. If you had made contact with a member of the Revolutionary Army before you lost your memory, there's no way Lucci wouldn't have killed you on the spot, especially if it was the kind of contact that led to him holding you like he just did. None of this made any sense.

"What's the last thing you remember?" You opened your eyes at the sound of his voice and found all three men staring down at you.

"I escaped CP9 Headquarters. I ran until I was in the subway-"

"No, no," Sabo knelt forward and put a hand on your shoulder. "What's the first thing you can remember."

You hesitated a touch too long before answering honestly. "I woke up exactly twelve months ago in the medical wing of Cipher Pol. Once I was healed, I returned to train under my sensei until I was reinstated as a full agent of CP9."

You weren't sure if it was your words or Kid's sudden grip on Sabo that shocked him more. Before you knew it, Kid was dragging him out the door and throwing him into what sounded like the room across the hall. If you thought you had made Kid angry before, he was truly furious now. Killer was quick to chase after them, and for the first time since you woke up, you were alone.

It only took a moment for your eyes to fall to the desk, right to where you left your hair pins, just within reach.

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Kid threw Sabo into the empty room across the hall. His feet slid backwards along the concrete floor, and Kid could admit he was impressed that Sabo didn't flinch. He kept his eyes on Kid, even when the drywall cracked as his back slammed into the wall. 

"You lied to me. You said she was one of yours," Kid growled. 

"I didn't lie, Eustass. She-"

"She's a fuckin' government rat!" Kid cut him off as he stalked toward Sabo. 

Killer was quick to step between Sabo and the redhead. "Kid, I think we should hear him out."

Kid was fuming, but Killer's actions gave him pause. The blond knew him better than anyone, and he was loyal to a fault. Killer wasn't shy about giving Kid his opinions, but it was rare for him to physically step in. 

Kid looked past his friend to Sabo, still standing where he landed against the opposite wall. "Alright, Blue. Explain it to me. And for Killer's sake, explain it in a way that doesn't make me kill you." 

It didn't take long for the two blonds to put together most of what had happened to you. 

Everything the government told you was a lie. 

You were an orphan headed down a dark path until the Revolutionary Army took you in. You joined their ranks when you were old enough. You were a devoted soldier and you were a trained killer, but not for the organization you thought. Sabo didn't go into detail on the mission where you disappeared, just that you were presumed dead despite them never finding a body. 

"So, she's a lifetime member of the RA, gets captured a year ago, you lot think she's dead, and they fuck with her head when she can't remember who she is." Kid was finally calm, though his anger was barely below the surface thinking about what kind of scum messes with a person's mind like that. 

"Not quite." Sabo pushed a hand through his hair in somber frustration. "The last mission she went on for us. The one where she disappeared. It was almost three years ago."

The room fell silent. It was clear what that meant. You were taken by the government three years ago, and they wanted the world to think you were dead. No one outside Cipher Pol would know what happened to you during the first two years you were gone, and they brain washed you into playing soldier for them during this past year. 

"You called her one of your own, but you left her behind. Ya left her to be eaten alive by the enemy." Kid's laugh contained no mirth, only contempt. 

Sabo's gaze was deadly as he faced the redhead. "You weren't there. What we found, all that was left of her." He gritted his teeth. "They were very convincing."

"What happens to her now?" Killer asked, breaking the tension between the two. 

Sabo thought for a moment, quickly burying his anger and reverting to calm professionalism once again. 

"We're still evacuating the safe houses and securing the assets she had knowledge of before she was captured. Once we have resources back in place, she'll want to see Dragon."

Kid's distaste for the situation was obvious. He turned his head and glanced toward the hallway. His eyes caught yours through the small crack in the door, and he refrained from cracking a smile. Of course you broke free again. 

His musings ended as soon as they began, though. He saw something in your eyes that was painfully familiar, and it twisted in his gut like a knife. 

Sabo and Killer were discussing the best way to explain all of this to you when Kid finally interrupted them. 

"Tell me this, Blue. What happens if you explain all this to her, and she doesn't want to play hero for ya anymore?"

Sabo looked down. That was clearly not a possibility he was ready to entertain. 

Kid scoffed as Sabo and Killer continued making plans for you. He looked back toward the door and left without excusing himself when he saw that you were gone. 

It didn't take him long to find you. There was only one light on, and it was coming from the floor below. He watched you from the doorway to the kitchen. You were sat on the counter next to the sink, scrubbing your feet clean with a damp dish towel.

"You're still here," he grumbled softly. 

"Looks that way."

"Not thinking of running away again?"

"Tch. I might not know who I am, but that doesn't mean I'm stupid. I'll be dead in five minutes, running from the government without some kind of help." 

He let out a short laugh, grabbing a beer and popping off the cap with the side of the fridge. "If you were so damn smart, why didn't you realize that before you escaped the government?"

"I did realize it." He knit his brows together as he looked at you. His smile faded as he realized what you meant. "Would you rather live in a cage or die a free man?"

Kid knew exactly what he would rather do. 

He took a second beer from the fridge and kicked it shut before closing the distance between you. He towered over you, even as you were perched on top of the counter. He knew how intimidating he was, and he didn't want to admit how much he liked that you weren't afraid of him. 

He kept his eyes on your face as he slid the second bottle under the metal edge of the counter between your knees, popping the cap with a casual flick of his wrist.

He handed you the beer and flashed a smug grin as he watched you try to hide the blush on your cheeks. He clinked his bottle against yours as soon as you accepted it. 

"I'll cheers to that."

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[corpsesoldier]

I don't find ellie's motivations during tlou2 that opaque tbh. like yeah the revenge quest drags and you're exhausted at the end of it and tired of witnessing the bloodshed. I'm pretty sure that's the reaction the game is trying to draw out of you (I died during the confrontation on the beach because I didn’t want to choke abby so I stopped mashing buttons lmao). but ellie's determination to see it through is, I think, another expression of her survivor's guilt.

I think ellie is, fundamentally, someone who is living in the blank pages past the end of her story. riley gets bitten and ellie doesn't die. tess gets bitten, sam gets bitten, and ellie doesn't die. she thinks she has a chance to create a world where that won't happen anymore, to anyone, but joel saves her and she doesn't die. she's left to navigate the aftermath with no sense of purpose. she's just supposed to keep going, and she's doesn't know how.

and then joel is killed in front of her and ellie doesn't die. again. everyone I've cared for has either died or left me. everyone fucking except for you. ellie struggles with what joel did to and for her, and ellie is allowed to leave him, because she knows joel won't ever leave her. she thought she had time to come back to him. to figure out all that out. she hadn't forgiven joel yet, but she wanted to try. and then suddenly all that possibility is gone.

I think the revenge quest is partly a way for ellie to align herself with joel posthumously. now that she doesn’t have the option to heal and grow her relationship with the living joel, she engages instead with his legacy. we know the kind of man joel is (was?), and so does ellie—violent, vengeful, often selfish. the kind of man that regards the necessity of violence with equanimity. in joel's absence, ellie molds herself in his image. this is what joel would do, she thinks. if it had been me, she thinks.

and that's to say nothing of the sunk cost of killing more and more of abby's friends on her quest to find abby herself. once you've hunted down one, two, three people who pose you no threat, once you've tortured someone, once you've killed a pregnant woman, what does that make you if you stop now? what does it mean if you decide you don't need to kill abby after all? if abby's death is not absolutely necessary, then what of the violence leading up to it, and the person executing said violence? even if ellie felt early in her revenge that she wanted to stop, that it wasn't worth it, she wasn't ready to confront the reality of what she had done. framing her revenge as necessary let her pretend she was the hero a little longer.

and I think part of the reason she persists as long as she does is because of her lack of purpose, and, frankly, her desire to die. again, fundamentally, ellie lives. even when she doesn't want to. even when she doesn't believe she deserves to. she can't save riley, she can't save the world, she can't even save joel who, regardless of the tenor of their relationship at the time, is a foundational pillar of ellie's life. so what can she do? maybe this one last thing. ellie's own life, her own happiness, isn't important. it was her death that was supposed to be important, but she woke up and it had passed her by. now she's got a cosmic debt she can never repay. I don’t think she expects to come back from seattle, but she also can’t stand to let down someone she cares about again, even if it's only their ghost. what’s her life in the blank endpapers worth compared to another failure?

and ultimately she lets abby go. because she sees lev. she sees abby turn away from her entirely because her boy needs her. and because ellie remembers joel as he was after the bloodshed, the kind of man he was trying so hard to be for her. there's something there about what we leave our children. something about the kind of person you become to protect them, and about the kind of person they really need, and where those modes diverge. what kind of father is abby? what kind of father does ellie want to be? joel at the end of tlou, bloodied, lying to her? or joel standing on his porch in jackson, waiting for when she's ready to come back?

#I don't tend to go here but I've seen this sentiment mixed in with some tlou criticism that ellie's actions in 2 don't make sense #and I don't agree #if you think that its fine obvs idc some things don't work for some people #but I think the way tlou2 inspects joel's legacy by focusing it through abby and ellie is rly interesting #tlou is about fatherhood its just some of the dads are girls. girldads if you will. #how do you forgive your father? how do you repay him? #how do you let him go because you know your child needs a different kind of father? #how do you give them a different world than the one you had to live through? #anyway. this isn't a thrown gauntlet I swear I just had thoughts I wanted to articulate about where I think ellie is for a lot of the game #tlou2 is divisive etc etc I know but I liked it #had some thoughts about it #back to your regularly scheduled necromancers #did a readmore because this got longer than I anticipated #don't want to blow up anyone's dash I know this isnt what I usually post about sdjgfsd #tlou

[possessingtheproperspirit]

How about (if inspiration strikes)

Perspective Flip: I’ll write a scene from [that fic] from another character’s point-of-view

A Lesson in Communication from Lily's POV

oh hi 🥰

The swimming pool scene in A Lesson in Communication, from Lily's POV...

"Aunty Lilyyyyy!" Dudley's voice had taken on a nasal, whiny quality at some point in the last hour, and she was doing her utmost not to let it grate on her nerves. She loved her nephew, she truly did, and she was glad to spend time with him like this, especially given Vernon's flat-out refusal to leave the house ("you must be joking," he'd sputtered, face red; "the football starts in an hour!") and Petunia's dedication to finishing her part of the community quilt her mums group was making ("I can't very well let the team down, now, can I?" she had asked indignantly, as if Lily had suggested not swimming with her son but that she drop her trousers and piss all over the quilt in question).

She loved him, she did, but it was hot as hell and they were surrounded by similarly sweaty, whiny children, none of whom seemed to have grasped that everyone was hot, and that getting in the pool rather than sitting grumpily on the scorching paving slabs would help matters considerably.

"Yes, Duds?" she asked patiently, turning to face her pink-cheeked nephew.

Poor chap, he did look overheated. "Can I have an ice cream now?" he asked, voice dejected as if already expecting a no. And, if it had been his mother there instead, it probably would have been a no: Petunia believed that the sort of cold treats sold in places like this were pumped full of chemicals, and that her darling boy would end up growing a third arm, or turning green or something.

Lily had no such qualms. Frankly, she was craving an ice cream herself by that point. "'Course you can, love," she agreed, and hopped to her feet. She fished a fiver out of her bag. "Stay here till I'm back, okay? Nowhere near the water on your own."

"Okay," he promised, already brightening at the prospect of sugar, and she gave him a smile and a wink before she headed over to join the queue for the concession stand.

Although the queue was long, it moved at a decent clip, and it wasn't long before she was tucking her change into her bikini top (and ignoring the alarmed expression of the woman behind the counter) and picking up the icy treats, which were already starting to melt under the unrelenting sun. And as she turned around, she spotted a rather lovely chest, and a rather lovely set of shoulders, and rather lovely arms that she'd thought about wrapped around her in the shower far more than was decent, and she couldn't hold back her smile as she caught James' gaze, her heart thudding in her chest just at the sight of him.

“Well, hello again,” she beamed up at him, far too pleased to see him to pretend that she wasn't. God, she couldn't be cool around blokes she fancied even if she was paid to be—and she really fancied him. “I promise I'm not stalking you.”

He laughed, a laugh that sounded almost uncomfortable, and she tried not to let her smile dim. “Ha! No, I know,” he replied. “Um, hi, you’re—” She watched him stumble over his words, his gaze flitting this way and that. Was she reading too much into the flush of his cheeks? She knew she looked pretty decent in a bikini—one should always be aware of one's plus points—but this seemed a bit of an extreme reaction. “Swimming?”

Whatever his awkwardness was related to, she couldn't help but smile. There was something about him that made it feel as natural as breathing. “Yep, Dudley was desperate to swim today, and his dad wouldn’t take him, so I stepped in.” She lifted her hand, pausing to carefully lick the drip of ice cream from her fingers. Okay, it was a bit obvious, a bit brazen (Petunia would probably call her a 'wanton woman' for it, which only galvanised her more), but she wanted to test out her theory. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw his gaze follow the path of her tongue, and the way he swallowed, hard. She had to hold back a triumphant smile. “I’m really only in it for the snacks, but don’t tell him that.”

James blinked, and something changed in just that millisecond; it was like he was gone, even as he stood in front of her. “Well, it was good to see you again,” he said politely; the smile on her face flickered, and shame started to sink through her, heavy as a rock. Fuck, she'd just embarrassed herself totally, hadn't she? “Better get those ice creams back before they melt.”

Lily nodded, biting her lip for a moment (and, yes, allowed her gaze to linger for a moment on his chest—she was only human) before she forced up another smile. So she'd been wrong. That didn't mean she had to make even more of a fool of herself. “Have a good day," she said, her voice bright and cheerful.

“You too,” he replied, but she had already started to walk away. It wasn't just the sun making her feel overheated and miserable, now.

#a lesson in communication #jily #jple #lily evans #James potter #au #asks #writing #fic

[candlelightreader]

Ok I binge watched Castle (never watched when it aired) and I have QUESTIONS! And yes, OTP Caskett for life right here no ifs, ands, or buts.

Already rewatching right now, but here's what I don't get:

- the fuck was that last season? I binge watched I cannot imagine what it would've been like to wait week after week while that mess unfolded.

- season 8 again: did Castle truly believe she was leaving him for real? And she let him? I just really was confused and thought he knew there was something up but that he played along. Completely nonsensical

- whole disappearing for two months was so fucked I can't even express myself. And the explanation makes no sense. Period.

- frankly, I love this show except for the parts I don't. But the suspension of disbelief necessary in it just made no sense. I am never one to jump out of a story, I'm usually happy to go with the flow. but are you seriously telling me that there are no defense lawyers out there who throw the cases out because Castle is in on interrogations and is at crime scenes? But maybe that's me. That's not the biggest one. The biggest has to be the extent to which they keep allowing these cops to investigate their own cases or cases where there's a clear involvement or what can be qualified as conflict of interest. Not even talking about the whole Beckett's mom thing. That at least was mostly rogue. Just talking about (for example) Castle remaining on the case when his rich buddy's wife was killed. Or when Espo is allowed within arms length of that case with his thief of an ex. Like, come on! Is there no internal affairs in this universe? (Other than the one internal affairs cop that was the villain, of course.)

- Castle's mom was too good for that show! No I'm kidding. I just loved her.

- Alexis devolving into a normal young adult was a bit jarring after she had been such a wise and unusual teen whom her dad had to bribe to be bad. I guess as he dad grew up she allowed herself to be a child?

- OK back to Caskett. What stopped them being together at the beginning? Nah this one is not serious. But the tension sure was nice yet excruciating. I would've loved them to explore what happens when he's super famous and she's super famous by proxy. Just wouldn't have objected to seeing their lives as a couple, solving crimes by day, being glamorous by night. I hate that his fame seems to become a non-issue later. Why couldn't the Nikki Heat movie be a hit if that actress was supposedly a hit? And who played Rook exactly? We see everyone else but him.

- oh another illogical thing. I get Castle signing away his life in the second episode. But it just never made sense that Beckett has him as partner but essentially has no back-up with him. (Who backed her up before he showed up btw? Espo and Ryan have each other. Aren't detectives supposed to have a partner?) He is unarmed all the time and is just a liability. Bringing me to how they never have him being shot which is annoying to my hurt trope loving self.

- that first/fake kiss? ... ya ... got nothing there

- fuck Josh.

- fuck Demming too, though I'd give anything to see/hear about how he takes the news of C and B being together

- why was she so PDA heavy at the precinct when she was with Demming and Josh, only to have that nowhere to be seen with Castle? (After they are out)

- fuck Gina too, kinda. I have less hate on Castle's exes or lovers only because we actually get a sense of who they are and we see they insignificant and a way for him to pass time while waiting for Kate to make up her mind. But Beckett's lovers are just there to be hated by Castle. There is an inconsistency in how much the audience gets to know them. Josh is a man doctor with a bike. That's all we know. Like she ordered him on cliche dot com. So ya, I get the show is Castle's, but then don't show the fight room scenes with Beckett but then have her get together and dump Josh both offscreen. He was just there to annoy Castle and push him that one time!

- for a writer he just couldnt use his damn words could he? Why didn't he just tell her he told her he loved her instead of acting like toddler about it?

That is all for now. Had to get it out. Excuse me now as I go seek out fanfic.

#castle beckett #caskett #richard castle #castle #kate beckett #castel fanfic #OTP

[catgirl13131]

So, I can't talk about this on other media because I'm not sure if all of the family knows and frankly, I don't want the usual "I'm so sorry" comments or inspirational quotes that I have to fake a thank you to. It's not that I don't appreciate the kindness and empathy, I do, I love that people care it's just that I don't feel thankful right now. My heart is broken and I'm confused, freaked out and not really grasping the fact that one of my friends killed themselves and it was discovered today. Nobody knows me here and nobody follows me so Im going to get this out, right here, right now. So sorry in advance to anyone who stumbles upon it. It's gonna be wordy. It doesn't really have a point except I need to set it down. It's too heavy

I keep thinking that it can't really be true, it's a mistake. I don't believe he would do that. I know he did, obviously, but still I cannot accept that he would do that. He loves his kids. He's adored by everyone. He's had a hard life and had been through some serious shit. Even prison. He's a survivor. A. Survivor. He worked 2 jobs. He did it because he had mouths to feed. He worked so damn hard. I have no idea how he got any sleep at all. He is so spiritual. Truly, someone strong in his Faith and beliefs. Life dealt him some bad hands but he was so faithful in a higher power, he just played those bad cards as best he could. He was pretty graceful about it. It was impressive and admirable. He loved people. I mean if you were in his circle, he loved you. He was protective and caring. And funny. And so very sweet. His soul is beautiful. He's never said a bitter word about life to me and he has reason to. He was a talented poet. He is my friend. Like, really, a friend. I adore him. I trust him. I count on him to be there. In the world. With me. Every day.

"Hello my love" was his daily greeting. It's always my first smile of my day. "Hi my sweet Ty Guy" my daily response. We called each other "My Buddy". He cannot be gone. We need him. A lot of us depend on him to just be in our lives because he's that important. Just be here. Alive. I want to know that he knew that. I cant stop hoping that he knew that. That he mattered. That he was important and loved. He just disappeared about 5 days ago. Didn't come to work, no contact with anyone. He posted about fixing dinner then he just vanished. He was responding on that post, then he just stopped. My last words to him were "Yum". I would have wanted them to be "Hey, love ya My Buddy" or even "Please dont fucking do that. Don't fucking leave us like that". He did leave us though. So "Yum" it is. I feel like if I was having this conversation with him, we would stupid laugh about that "Yum". We aren't going to stupid laugh anymore My Buddy. They found his body today. What the fuck happened? My mind keeps searching and searching. My first thought when my phone rang and a mutual friend told me was " No way, he wouldnt do that" then the horror of it washed over me and I actually felt chest pain as my heart broke. I cried. For the next 2 hours until I couldnt cry any more. Why couldn't he reach out like he's done before? He never worried about expressing his feelings. Happy, sad, mad, he said what he needed to say. He had lived that kind of life that made you understand that nobody could really stop you from doing just that and life is way too short to not be real. As I'm writing this, I'm not unaware of the irony and synchronicity of that. He understood consequences and owning it. He was a gentleman in the truest sense of the word. Rare.

I'm just lost. My heart is completely shattered but it's aching so badly. It hurts me that he was in that much pain. That's the part that I can't get out of my head. I cried it out already but suddenly it just pops in my head, that he must have been in so much pain and my soul dies a little. I feel like I just better prepare for that to keep happening for quite some time. Again, that's why we are all so stunned. He wouldn't do that to his people. When he just vanished, everyone thought someone had done something to him or he was in trouble but not one person thought of this. He was sad about relationship stuff. He was down but not like that. A bad break up. Prison, the streets, that didn't break him but this did? I don't understand but then again I do because under that hard-core exterior, his heart was just too loving. I know I'll learn to accept this. Time gives you the tools to learn to live with pain. I know from experience. I'm just so fucking angry and hurt. I hurt for those of us left behind to grieve. Those little ones that need him. How will they ever understand why he's gone. I hurt for him because this shouldn't have been the only option that he could choose to find peace. I think that's why I feel angry. It didn't have to be that way. So, the world has an empty spot that will never be filled and the world is a lesser place without him.

Tomorrow, there will be no greeting from My Buddy and there will be no smile. I'm not ready for this My Ty Guy, I just can't. You would say "Naw. You're good. You got this" so for now, see ya tomorrow friend. Then You say " I'll be here" and I'll say "You know that's the only reason I keep coming back to this place. Miss you already!" I'll see that sunshine grin of yours. And it's still true. I miss you already.

[nuclearr-wessels]

(ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ enter: weyoun 5! ♡°･

ID: Four gifs from DS9, showing close-ups of Weyoun 5 from his first appearance. He talks with a sympathetic smile and looks slightly upwards. In the last gif, his expression changes into a conspiratorial smirk. End ID.

#frankly i can't believe his expression in the last one like. is this how you ask ppl for immortality?? hm?? #also these were a pain in the ass to colour sdhfjksdfsk but i just really love his expressions here!! 💜 #deep space nine #ties of blood and water #weyoun #weyoun 5 #vorta #jeffrey combs #st #ds9

[dead-boys-club]

†  do you love me? : bonten.

rindou, ran, kokonoi, takeomi, kakucho, mikey, sanzu. Part 2.

warnings: innuendo, very lowkey nsfw comments.

beta’d: kind of

a/n: i’m going to make a short hc list later on for how i write these characters, simply because i know someone is going to read this and have a ‘he wouldnt-’ or ‘he isn’t-’ reaction.

Rindou —

Over the years, you'd learn that Rindou didn't like being asked questions; he especially hated 'stupid' questions. He was quick to shoot down something that got on his nerves and quite frankly, you weren't sure why you stayed around so long. You'd grown up with the Haitani's, on and off, between their trips being locked up, staying relatively close for God's knows why.

Rindou, unlike his brother, turned sour. He enjoyed power and being above others; his inferiority complex being stomped out by his growing ego. You watched from a distance, earning the title of 'lover' at some point but it carried a weight that left a vile taste on your tongue. Was 'lover' the right word? Sure, you slept together, went out together and had, very rare, soft moments but you'd started to pick away at every moment with him.

As he sat on the couch, a drink in hand and having a conversation with his brother, you decided to ask a 'stupid' question when his attention finally shifted to you. 'Do you love me?'

His usual blank expression shifted and his eyebrow rose as if trying to figure out where the words came from. He didn't really need to think of an answer and took a sip of his drink before being honest. 'Love is a fickle, you know? Can't you just accept how we are and stop asking these pointless questions?'

It seemed only then that you realized something: he had not once ever said he loved you. He'd been quicker to tell a prostitute than you.

Ran stayed silent, watching from his spot with a flickering gaze but he wasn't going to get involved, you knew that. Not when he was the one who told you not to take Rindou's hand to begin with.

'Well then... I do believe Sanzu invited me out for drinks this evening.' With those words, you stood and bid the eldest a goodbye before walking out, pretending like you weren't hurt.

Pretending like you didn't know all of this from the very start.

Ran —

Watching Ran fix his tie, your lips pursed and you found yourself reliving every significant moment in your relationship. The big dates, the sighing when he got arrested, the cleaning his wounds, the anniversaries.. so on. He'd said it a couple times though on very rare occasion and it got you thinking; he'd gone the last two months without so much as uttering those words.

'Do you love me?'

His movements came to a halt and his gaze shifted, looking at you through the reflection of the mirror before slowly turning on his heel. 'What's making you ask something like this? Did something happen?' You didn't like how he deflected the question and sat up straight against the headboard, frowning.

'Just answer, Ran.'

The attitude earned a small grin and he left getting ready for a few minutes to walk over, joining you on the bed. 'If I didn't love you, we wouldn't be having this conversation, Darling. Now answer my question.'

Reaching up to push your fingers through his bicolored hair, a deep sigh sounded. 'You haven't said it in a while.. was wondering if things had changed. That's all.' It sounded stupid now that you voiced it, frowning even deeper due to annoyance with yourself. He simply chuckled at your reasoning.

'If I said it every day, it wouldn't mean too much.. it would become just like any other words,' he mused, catching your hand and lacing it with his own, 'I do love you. Believe me when I say that if it weren't the truth, I wouldn't be wasting my time on you.' With that, he pressed a kiss to the inside of your wrist before getting up, preparing to leave.

Sanzu — 

Sanzu had two different sides to him. The one that worshipped the ground Mikey walked on, popping pills and content with taking whatever life made the boss happy and the one that was sobered and actually gave a damn about those around him. Far too often, the first one reigned dominant.

As he stood at the dresser, fiddling with God knows what, you found he was uncharacteristically quiet. No mumbling, no laughter, no threats or prompts for sex; he seemed deep in thought. Sometimes you wondered what went on in his head and other times figured it would be the stuff of nightmares. Weighing the two sides of your lover, you started to think of how the bad generally outweighed the good.

'Haru.. Do you love me?'

A few seconds went by before he even registered the words, looking at you over his shoulder with an all too familiar expression; he was too far gone to filter his thoughts. 'Do I?' He questioned, tone genuine, 'I don't know. Do I love you? Is it even love.. or is it lust? Maybe I just love your body.. Is it an infatuation with being loved and needed? Who knows.'

Shrugging, he turned back and returned to his task like it was the most casual answer in the world. He didn't realize just yet what the answer had really done to you but for some reason, despite the hurt, you couldn't bring yourself to cry. Part of you was hopeful it was the drugs fucking with his head and another part of you felt like you were free.

Without another word, you just nodded to yourself before leaving the room, grabbing your bag on the way out.

Kakucho —

Loyalty was a common word in the crime scene but to some, it didn't mean much, not with the gang hopping you'd seen before. However, Kakucho was a standard, the definition of what it meant to be loyal. When he found someone and let them in, he gave them his all and nothing less. He wasn't the type to abandon or betray someone who sought loyalty from him.

You knew this and he'd made it abundantly clear to you. When he left, the idea of being worried or anxious he would do something behind your back was nonexistent. Besides, he had too many snitches around him that would tell you just to start shit. Sometimes it felt like things were too perfect and it kind of made your skin crawl.

'Hey, Kaku.. Do you love me?'

The shocked expression and big eyes weren't what you were expecting as he made his way over to you. Having seen him hold a gun to someone's head before, it still came as a surprise to you just how soft he could be.

'Of course I do, more than anything,' he started, tone giving away the sudden anxiety he felt, 'Have I done something to make you think I don't?'

It took everything in you not to coo over the man, bringing your hands up to cup his cheeks. 'You're like a puppy,' you mused, 'I was just.. asking, honestly. Things are weirdly calm, I guess? I'm not used to relationships being so.. good?'

You could practically see the comments stacking up with how he looked at you, a grin forming and just when his lips parted to speak, you remembered why you should never have a conversation in the meeting room.

'Did you just call him a puppy?'

Sighing, you dropped your head back against the chair and pulled the hold on your boyfriend back. 'Fuck right off, Rindou.'

Mikey —

Things had changed and the people around you changed with them. You weren't the same, no one was and it constantly nagged at you where things went wrong. Nothing felt like it would ever be fixed again, leaving you in a constant state of worry and fast dwindling hope.

Staring at the report in front of you, you'd read over Takeomi's words more than seven times, not comprehending a single bit of it. You were getting frustrated with the voices in your head, the arguments you were having with yourself. Interruption came in the form of Mikey sighing from his spot, clearly annoyed that everyone else seemed to be late but it took your mind off of things for a moment.

You looked towards him, a whole new set of thoughts bubbling up and the question left you before you could register it. 'Do you.. love me?' It was a dangerous game, you felt, poking and prodding at things you probably shouldn't. After all, you were still there and did have a relationship with him. Emotions weren't exactly a strong point.

Looking back at you, you could see him processing the words and going through his own mind on what to answer. You had no real expectations and of course, you wanted to hear a yes but you weren't sure he was capable of saying such a thing with how everything turned out. He stopped saying those words long ago.

'I want to.'

It sparked something in you, the simple answer you got. Instead of trying to dig further, you just gave a small smile and turned back to the report. It wasn't much but it was more than you thought you'd get and just maybe, it tickled that little spark of hope you had left.

Kokonoi —

Laying beside your fiance, you played with the material of his shirt, letting him read in peace as you thought to yourself. Koko had been through enough and maybe you were overthinking things. You weren't even sure where the doubt came from, it simply creeped in on its own and began tormenting you.

He often wondered if he settled for you, giving up on finding someone better; you were easy. Since the day you met him, you were more than happy to take care of him, to be there when he needed someone and perhaps that was your downfall. You made it easy for anyone to simply settle. The home-cooked meals, the tending to them when sick, the skills and knowledge of being a homemaker. Did Koko actually see you as his future spouse or just someone to pass the days with?

'Do you really love me?'

You'd heard him say it. Every date, every day before he left and along with a kiss to the forehead before you fell asleep. You fought the urge to curl in on yourself when you heard his book closed, trying not to let your dark thoughts win and tell you he was about to be 'honest'.

'In this world.. You're the only thing, the only person, I truly love.'

The words made your heard ache, feeling so low in your rude thoughts against him. Koko had never done anything to make you think he didn't love you but you couldn't help it.

'You're one of very few people who have ever seen me as just a person,' he continued, voice quiet, 'you've never once asked me for anything. You know I could give you anything your heart desires.. and yet, not once have you wanted something. Even on holidays and I used to find it so strange.. how could anyone be with someone like me and not want to take advantage of it? You've never cared for anything like that and even when I did get you really nice gifts, you simply thanked me and went about your day. You didn't linger on it or use it as a stepping stone for something else. That's what I fell in love with. You've done absolutely nothing but love me and that's all I could ever ask for.'

You hadn't expected just a heartfelt reply to your question, looking up to the white haired male with teary eyes, ashamed and yet so in love it hurt. He pushed your hair back before settling a hand to lightly brush under your eye, a smile on his features. 'Do you love me?'

Him parroting your question caused the tears to fall, moving around to practically wrap around him like a koala. 'Of course I do!'

Takeomi — 

'You've been staring at me for fifteen minutes and I can see the wheels turning.'

He was right, you had been staring holes in him for far too long, spacing out at some point. You couldn't place it but something felt off with the older. He obviously knew you were up to something in your head, eyebrow raised as to show he was waiting for whatever you were about to throw at him. He wasn't dumb, after all. He just hoped it wasn't going to be another "if I were a worm" conversation.

'Do you love me, Omi?'

Takeomi hadn't been expecting that but he still let out a weak chuckle, smoke falling from between his lips. 'I'm sure there's a right way to answer this but if I simply say 'yes', are you going to be satisfied?'

Despite being someone everyone relied on for words of wisdom, he wasn't always up to have a long conversation and deeper ones were only saved for special occasions. You thought to yourself, pondering if you'd really be okay with a short answer or not but, what was wrong with it? It answered your question without anything complicated.

'I suppose it would.' You nodded a few times, head tilting. 'So, do you love me?'

Amusement was clear on his features as he pressed the now burned out cigarette into the ashtray, settling back on the couch. You could feel in your bones that somehow the short exchange would pop up again soon, probably within the confines of your room.

'Yes.'

Getting up from his spot at the call of one of the others, he stopped to drop a kiss on the crown of your head. 'And just to satisfy whatever shitty thoughts brought it up, I'll make sure you know just how much when I get home. Now go on, it's getting late.'

There it was. You were content.

#tokrev #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #tokrev x reader #tokrev hcs #bonten #bonten x reader #rindou x reader #ran x reader #sanzu x reader #mikey x reader #takeomi x reader #kokonoi x reader #kakucho x reader

[whirlybirbs]

DOC FALLING ASLEEP ?? NAPPING?? LOKI JACKET?? pls miss birbs make it happen please

FROM THE VOID, WITH LOVE  |  beauty sleep

summary: a kind gesture for the weary.

pairing: loki / f!reader

a/n: oh baby it's time for roxxcart, roxxmart? whatever Future Amazon is called in this show. c'mon, disney, critique the bezos. this gif is by @vought from this set here!

[   MASTERPOST   ]

"Nothing has any consequence!"

Pompeii goes to plan.

Ignoring the ridiculous Latin monologue was a little hard and maybe did discredit the overall approach, but Loki was right. His Variant could very well be hiding in the zero kick back. His theory, just like yours, held up.

Now, as Vesuvius' hellfire begins to rains down, Loki huffs to catch his breath and throws a smile as bright as the sun your way. It stops you, for a second, and you just can hardly believe him. He's proud of himself.

Frankly, you're a little proud, too.

Then, you let out a laugh, shake your head and turn to Mobius for approval.

"How'd we do?" you both ask at once.

Loki throws his arms out, a stray curl hanging in his face.

"I can't believe it."

The pride of being right transfers over back to the TVA when the three of you step back through the warbling, shimmering portal and rush to gather up a stack of files from Mobius' desk.

"Doomsdays!"

You rush to match Mobius and Loki's strides.

"He's been ambushing our soldiers and hiding out in doomsdays to cover his tracks," the Agent says, rounding the desk.

Loki grins. "You're welcome."

"Yeah, but in order for this theory to hold—"

You chime in, gesturing to yourself as you speak. "They've gotta be sudden, no warning—"

"Naturally-occurring, no survivors," Mobius finishes with a nod, "Exactly."

"Well how many of those could their be?" Loki asks as he follows you both.

"We're about to find out."

...Turns out there's a lot.

Like piles and piles of debriefs on disaster after disaster and not even just Earth. There's a million and one files sprawled out on the long table that the three of you call home for the next hour? Two hours? Three? Four?

Time passes differently in the TVA.

It's even harder when you aren't really sure what you're looking for — so you pour over all you can with any hope that something will stick out.

Loki and Mobius seem just as disheartened as you.

Your slow crawl into a little bit of shut eye starts as you slump in your chair, lean over the table, and squint at a dossier on a Level Three Apocalypse flash-flood in 2098 on some planet called Sakaar. You feel like you're back in high-school — like it's fifth period, right after lunch, and you're trying to push through an AP Calc worksheet. But, you can hardly keep your eyes open.

Beside you, Loki is engrossed in his own reading.

When he finally looks up, he notices that you're beginning to melt into the table.

You rest your chin on your wrist and dig lazily for your next file.

The God watches with a barely-there smirk. The sight tugs at his heart — especially as you drag a yawn from your lungs and exhale slowly. He can see that you're exhausted. The little jaunt through time seemed to have pulled the last bit of your energy out, however.

He doesn't blame you.

He's starting to feel it as well.

Time ticks by, and the three of you continue in silence.

Then, Mobius looks up at the sound of shuffling.

Loki freezes when the Agent looks up with one arm out of his jacket — and the expression on the God's face is sheepish if anything.

Loki presses his finger to his lips, then continues peeling the windbreaker off.

Mobius then watches as he gently places it over your shoulders.

You're now fast asleep atop a pile of manilla folders — lips parted and eyes moving behind your lids as you dream. Your snores are quiet; had Mobius not noticed the God's attempt to keep you comfortable, he wouldn't have even caught you sleeping.

The gesture is kind.

Out of character for Loki.

But, Mobius has to wonder if that little talk you and him had in the cafeteria went better than expected.

Mobius whispers. "Let's take a walk."

Loki spares one look at you, then quietly pushes himself up from his seat.

He'll let you sleep for now.

You hardly stir when the two men disappear for coffee and tea respectively.

You're not sure how long you're asleep or, frankly, when the hell you even fell asleep, but you stir to the sudden jolt of footsteps approaching your table. When you raise your head and pry your eyes open, you come face to face with Mobius and Loki returning with more files.

You rubs your palm to your eye and scratch your face.

Your cheek is hot.

As you sit up, you feel something shit along your shoulders — you reach, fingers dashing along the hem of the material. You realize, suddenly, that it's a certain God's jacket.

His voice startles your soft expression at the gesture.

"Ah, hello sleeping beauty," comes Loki's soft jest as he rounds the table, "Care to help us?"

The two of them are sudden invigorated with purpose, and you nod tiredly as you take a portion of Loki's stack.

"Gentlemen's bet? Yeah?"

"Yeah?"

"Okay, yeah, let's play for pride."

You swallow. You voice is rough with sleep. "What am I looking for?"

"Kablooie," Loki says with a wild shrug as he leans close, "No idea."

"Candy, doc," Mobius says as he begins flipping through the files, "Sold regionally on Earth from 2047 to 2051."

"You're cross referencing," you say to no one in particular as you begin your own search, "Two variables."

"Extinction of a swallow...? Is that a thing?"

Mobius waves him on. "Completely destroyed the ecosystem."

You flip past an eruption at Yosemite and eye a Class Ten file — the State of California peeling away from the major fault line. You mutter an astounded curse. But, still, no real evidence of kablooie.

"It's just one thing after another..."

"This is terrifying," you mutter as you flip to another ecosystem collapse, "Absolutely nightmarish."

"Yeah, well, the world is scary, Doc—"

"Got him."

You both look at Loki.

Alabama.

"That's where he is."

"Alabama, 2050," Mobius says as he reads the dossier, leaning forward; then, a look of pride slips across the TVA agent's face, "You're gonna take my job if you're not careful."

Loki's smile is tight-lipped. He looks at you, and you smile.

"Onto Haven Hills, then."

#from the void with love #loki laufeyson x reader #loki x reader #loki laufeyson imagine #loki laufeyson x you #loki spoilers #loki x ofc #loki x you #loki x y/n #loki/you #loki/reader

[omikazu]

REASSURING HIM.

— kazutora hanemiya x gn!reader

category: fluff, angst and comfort <3

your boyfriend has been ignoring you for the past couple weeks after abruptly leaving in the middle of an important dinner where you introduced him to your family. this was very unlike him, and you've started to fear that he might put an end to your relationship, only to come home to find him packing his things into a suitcase, confirming your worst fears.

"kazutora," you say, your voice coming out smaller than you intended it to, your heart dropping into your stomach. "what are you doing?" your boyfriend doesn't reply, silently continuing to pack his things.

"baby, what's wrong?" you ask, trying to hold back tears as you moved closer to his back, engulfing him in a warm hug, burying your face into his shoulder. "you've been quiet ever since you left dinner two weeks ago. i won't know how to fix this if you leave quietly without even telling me what's wrong."

you hold him tighter, encouraged by the fact that he didn't push you away. "please, kazu," you softly encourage him, "i know you're not good at opening up, but i need you to talk to me."

you hear kazutora draw in a shaky breath, reluctantly placing his warm hands over your shivering ones. "stay right there," he tells you, his voice sounding uneven and nervous. "i can't look you in the eye." you tense up a little at his words, dreading his next words, but what came out of his mouth wasn't even close to what you were expecting at all.

"at dinner that day, when you went to use the rest room, uh, your family expressed their concerns about our relationship," kazutora begins, letting out a shaky laugh. "and quite frankly, i don't think anything they said was wrong at all. of course they have every right to be worried about somebody like you dating somebody like me."

your brow clears as you finally begin to make sense of what happened that day. kazutora had left by the time you've come back from the restroom, and your family provided no proper explanation for his sudden exit, saying that he just dashed out on his own.

"kazu—"

"no, y/n, please, just.. let me finish speaking," your boyfriend interrupts you, voice shaky. "the thing is, they're right. someone as good as you shouldn't be with a murderer like me. i've done terrible things, i killed the older brother of the one friend that changed my life and always had my back, i'm the reason my best friend is dead, and i've caused nothing but pain to the people around me. someone like you.. shouldn't be with an irredeemable piece of shit like me. you're just like sunlight, y/n, and you lit up my world of darkness, seeping in bit by bit through the dull cracks until you made me believe in living once again, and i was happy, i was so happy that someone like you was interested in someone like me, even after knowing my most shameful secrets and my unforgivable past."

your boyfriend was choking now, tears rolling onto his cheeks and falling flat on the wooden flooring with dull thumps. you were starting to tear up too, holding onto him harder and trying your best not to jump in. for now, you wanted to listen to him, his concerns and his feelings.

"b-but all that fell apart when your mother asked me how any parent would be happy that their child is dating a criminal," he continued, gulping harshly. "and it just sort of hit me. you're too good for me, you always have been, and the last thing i want to do is draw you away from your loved ones just because you had a lapse of judgement on who you choose to date."

"so that's why you're leaving?" you ask, letting go of him. kazutora nods, still not facing you. deciding to take matters in your own hands, you harshly turn him around by his shoulders, forcing him to look you in the eye.

"look at me," you coax, "please, just look at me. now that i understand your side, i need you to understand mine as well, okay?" you cup his face in your arms, gently brushing away his tears with your thumbs, caressing his drenched cheeks as your heart clenches painfully at the sight of the man you love looking so.. defeated.

"baby, i don't know what to say about my parents being worried because like you said, they have every right to be," you begin, rushing your words. "but they don't know you."

kazutora looks up at you, brows furrowing in confusion. "at least not like i do," you say, taking his hand in yours and guiding him towards the couch. you sit him down, standing in front of him with his hands held tightly in yours.

"all my parents know about you is your name, relationship status and the fact that you spent time in jail," you say carefully. "they don't know anything beyond that. they don't know how gentle you are, they don't know how much you love me, they don't know that you risked your life to save mine when we got into that car accident about an year ago, they don't know that you tuck me in and kiss me goodnight when i fall asleep before you do. they don't know how you tell me how much you love me when you think i'm sleeping, they don't know how much you try and try everyday to be a better person, to make up for what you did in the past, they don't know how much you care about me. they don't know you. they just know about you. there's a clear difference."

kazutora pulls you in for a hug, wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his face into your stomach. "baby, the people whose forgiveness matters have all forgiven you long ago. fuck what my family thinks, i know it's out of worry and care, but they don't know that you worry about me and care about me just as much as they do, if not more," you tell him as you soothingly run your fingers through his hair, holding him right.

"you paid for all your sins, you've done your time and you've earned everybody's forgiveness, and more importantly, i'm not letting a wave of insecurity break us apart, you promised me you'd stay by my side forever, and you better intend to keep it, because i'm never letting you go, kazu. to hell with your past, you were a kid back then. and now that you've grown into a fine man, let me tell you," you say, tilting his face up, his beautiful eyes staring at you in wonder, as if you are the only thing in the world that matters. "you're the best man i've ever known, and i don't trust anybody else with my heart. it's all yours, so don't throw it away, okay? especially over what other people think."

kazutora blinks at you, parting his lips but not saying anything, words failing him. and you're fine with that, he doesn't need to say anything. as long as he stays, he doesn't need to utter a single word.

"i love you, y/n," he finally croaks out, and your serious face breaks out into a smile. "so, you're not leaving?" you ask, leaning down to press a small kiss onto his forehead. "never, i promised you a forever, and that's what you'll get," he swears, holding out his pinky. you take it, the two of you giggling at each other like idiots in middle school.

"well in that case," you say playfully, dropping into his lap and cuddling close to his chest as he wraps his arms around you securely, kissing your head. "i love you too, kazutora."

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[k-dokja]

Please we want more about Owen Knight 😩🙏💗

I'm combining these because work smarter not harder.

The grin on your lips borderlined evil. Even if you volunteered to be a decoy, Owen remained determined with his hounding of Shelly and Jay. Fair enough, you guessed, he wouldn't see you coming with that tunnel vision. The plan you executed was perfect down to the minute detail.

He neither saw it coming or had time to react when it happened.

“Goddamnit, I can't believe we lost track of them,” Owen muttered sourly but you couldn't help the looming grin from gracing your lips.

In fact, you had to turn away to hide your celebration. While you couldn't care less about getting the other two alone time, messing with Owen was too good to pass on. And with the bribe Jay slipped you earlier, It'd only be fair for you to lend a helping hand with the situation.

The only problem was that you were left alone with Owen by the end of it. Something you needed to remediate.

“Damn... That's tragic,” you extended him the courtesy of faux-sympathy, “not for me though, you stay safe out there.”

With that, you made way towards your quick escape. However, Owen got the upperhand this time around.

“Ah, ah, not so fast,” he grabbed your by the back of your collar, yanking you back before you got the chance to get away, “what do you think you're doing?”

Barely, you regained your balance after staggering back, looking every ounce as oblivious as you pretended to be. “Leaving?” You feigned surprise at his interrogation. “The other two are already gone, what's the point of me being here?”

“You must have helped them left somehow, tell me where they went,” Owen yanked you back again, but his grip stopped you from sprawling on the ground. “Do you think this is funny?”

Frankly yes, but telling that wouldn't help your situation. “Dude, do you even hear yourself? You sound obsessive.”

Owen’s eyes widened in anger at your careless insult. For a moment, his hold on your collar tightened. However, before you had the chance to worry, he released you with whatever trace of his anger vanished. All without any care for your landing.

At least, you got an impeccable sense of balance.

“Whatever, just go.”

You took the chance to scurry away. That was the plan anyway, until you looked back at him. Curse you and your last crumb of sympathy in your shriveled heart. While you couldn't see Owen with anything but distaste on normal days, something about the downtrodden expression on his face stopped you from leaving him behind.

Ugh, you really were going to pity the devil. “Come on,” you marched back towards him before you were even thinking straight, “let’s go.”

Owen was slow to respond until you grabbed his wrist, “What are you doing?” He frowned stoically but didn't stop you from dragging him along.

“What does it look like? We're going to see a movie.” You announced brazenly, better to save the politeness for someone deserving of it.

“Don’t pity me," Owen pulled you back using your hold on his wrist, pausing you momentarily in your track. “I don't need your sym—”

You rolled your eyes openly, “You think I have a single care for you in my heart? I wanted to go see a movie and you happened to be there, what else is there to it?”

“We don't even like each other...” He grumbled and you had half the mind to leave him to his own device again. “...but if you wanted my company that badly then I suppose I had time to help the unfortunate.”

His audacity. His arrogance. His narcissism. Ugh, your heart was truly the size of a globe. “Yeah, yeah, whatever, Your Highness, let's go.”

In response to your goading, Owen shrugged out of your hand. You had thought he disliked the contact, but then he slipped his hand into yours and dragged you along instead. You were the one surprised this time around.

“Come on, I heard there's a new Marvel movie premiering.”

His... standard taste aside, you couldn't help but notice how his hand fit with yours. Almost comfortable in how warm it was wrapped around your hand.

You squashed the thought down before it got the chance to become prominent. Nothing would come of this, it was an one-time thing. Neither of you could tolerate each other outside of this occasion. Whatever happened here was persist.

“We are going to see Avengers, right?” Owen turned to confirm with a genuine smile on his lips. It was strange how far more attractive he suddenly became when he was excited.

You really needed to set your mind straight, this was going down a path no one wanted.

With your nonsensical mind pushed down again, you mirrored his grin with your own. “Whatever you wanted, Your Highness.”

In hindsight, you shouldn't have let His Highness took whatever he wanted. Especially when you had witnessed firsthand how greedy he was.

#owen knight #owen knight x reader #windbreaker webtoon #windbreaker x reader #fics

[glowingbadger]

Okay, so I had a thought for our dear fox boy, Kurama.... Imagine, "trying" to tease him by going down on him only to suddenly switch it up and go down on you instead, especially when you least expect it as revenge. You're on the phone with your best friend and suddenly he's there between your legs, but you can't say anything or let your friend know.

Oh-hoo, a most excellent concept, friend- and actually plays into a couple things I've written about Kurama before too, so I guess I should have seen this coming xD

Also this all just reminded me that I HAVE to do some sketches of the YYH boys in late 90's fashion. Ugh, what absolute icons.

Kurama (YYH) x AFAB Reader

NSFW 18+ v

Kurama's hair splays out across the pillow, making him look for all the world like a lounging ingenue in a romantic painting. Still, those emerald eyes level on you with a sharp cunning that tells you clearly where you stand. He wears a subdued smile that someone who didn't know him might find pleasant, charming- but you know what the grin of a fox spirit really means.

"Feeling rather bold today, aren't you?" he says, his tone light and conversational, even as your hands run down his chest and the toned contours of his abdomen from atop his clothing.

"Well, it doesn't seem fair for you to call the shots all the time," you reply from your position straddling his hips. You like to think you sound the part of the confident seductress, but your heart leaps every time you meet Kurama's calculated gaze. You may be in the "dominant" position, but you know you haven't nearly tamed him. For now, you'll just have to try to push him a bit further.

You kiss a slow and deliberate path down the center of his torso, undoing the buttons of his shirt one-by-one, and revelling in the feeling of firm muscle shifting and flexing at your touch. Kurama lets out an openly pleasured sigh, and doesn't shy away in the slightest as your hands reach the front of his jeans. With a playful little hum, you run your hand up along the bulge of his stiffening cock beneath layers of fabric. Very subtly, his hips shift up towards your touch, and you bite at your lip as your eyes flicker up to his yet unreadable expression.

"You must be much more sensitive than you let on, Kurama," you tease, tracing his length with a single finger, "You're already this hard, after all."

Just as you'd started to feel sure of having the upper hand, he props himself up on an elbow to observe you between his thighs. One hand reaches down to caress your cheek, ending at your chin, where his thumb runs the curve of your lower lip.

"Of course I am," he replies bluntly, "It's only natural when I desire you so ardently. Besides," he goes on, his grin curling into a smirk, "If your aim is retribution for all that I've done to you, then I imagine I have quite a thrilling evening to look forward to."

So much for flustering him, or even just getting him to act a little bit shy. Your cheeks burn hot, and you mumble,

"Should have tied you up. And gagged you, while we're at it."

"Hm. Perhaps you should have," Kurama replies casually.

This bastard. Is it really this impossible to gain the slightest bit of ground on him?

Impatient for results, you undo the front of his jeans, and tug them down with his boxers, freeing his impressive member from its confines. Kurama continues to watch you comfortably as you take the base of his cock in hand and slowly drag your tongue up the underside of his shaft. You can feel it twitching and swelling in your hand, hardening to its full size before too long. Frankly, you've half a mind to climb onto his lap and ride him then and there. He does so love to tease you- the chance to have him now without the usual exercise of restraint is undeniably tempting. For the time being, you satisfy yourself with gently licking and kissing his twitching manhood, letting the warmth of your breath and fleeting touches gently stimulate him.

He is clearly enjoying himself; aside from the soft murmurs of pleasure he grants you as your tongue circles the crown of his cock, his direct gaze hasn't wavered for even a moment. Still propped up above you, he absently strokes your hair in one hand as half-lidded eyes watch your attempts to provoke him.

"You mean to tease me, I see..." he says softly, his tone only hinting at his amusement. Even better concealed is the heady arousal building at his core- his desire to break this arrogant facade you've put on, to see you crumble back into obedience at his hands.

And as if by divine providence, his opportunity arrives.

The phone at the bedside table rings, and you pause to glance up at Kurama. Only the glint in his eye hints at his plan at first- but then, as you watch in disbelief, he picks up the phone before it's finished its third ring. He sits upright as he greets your friend on the line, and your body feels hot and cold all at once.

"Hm? Oh, yes- right here, in fact. One moment."

Kurama meets your eyes with a smirk and offers the phone to you with his hand cupped over the receiver. Your face is burning red, and you grumble near inaudibly,

"No fair!"

He gives a short laugh, tucking away his still-hard cock and then fixing his clothing with his free hand as he says,

"I apologize if I have ever given you the impression that I am 'fair' by nature." All at once, he catches you around the waist and pulls you down onto your back on the bed. You resist crying out in surprise, if only because when you look up at him and see the smouldering heat in his eyes, your breath catches in your chest. Then, without a word, he hands the phone to you. Biting nervously at your lower lip, you take it from him, clear your throat, and say,

"He-hey! How's it going?"

Your friend immediately launches into an excited ramble about the finale of a show she's been following obsessively for the last year and a half. Honestly, you should have expected this call- stupid of you to think you'd have the evening free with the finale airing. As she goes on about how "so many of her predictions were dead-on," Kuramas hands run indulgently down the contours of your body. Your heart races, and you can't help tensing, arching up against him just a little. Then, he's working your pants down off your hips, and you give him a pleading look that he meets like a stone wall.

"-- I mean, can you believe it?! It's like, exactly what I said would happen!!"

"Yeah, that's, uh," you struggle to keep up, but your eyes are fixed on Kurama lowering himself between your bared legs, "that's pretty wild..."

With a placade grin on his face, he kisses a trail down the inside curve of your thigh, his touches delicate and yet unreserved. Your eyelids flutter half-shut, but you force yourself to- more or less -follow the thread of your friend's rant. That is, until you feel the sting of Kurama's teeth at the soft flesh far up the inner curve of your thigh. He sucks a dark love-bite to your skin- one that you know will remind you of his presence there for days to come. Still, you manage to camouflage your gasp of shock and pleasure into a sudden cough.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, totally! Sorry, don't mind me- go on!" you babble out your reply in a hurry, knowing you won't be able to trust your voice when Kurama continues this torment. He chuckles silently behind his hand, and you pout uselessly at him. Rather than acknowledge this, he refocuses on his task as the phone rant continues. You do your best to keep a consistent stream of "Oh, yeah?" and "Wow, crazy!", all while elegant fingers spread your lower lips and warm breath teases your over-sensitive body. Then, without warning, his tongue glides firm across your aching clit. Your thighs twitch in around his head and you arch up from the bed.

"Woa--! That's... incredible!" you translate the gasp you desperately want to let out into a perhaps overly-enthusiastic reply. Fortunately, your friend is too caught up in her finale recap to police her own excitement, let alone yours. Still wearing that cocky smirk, Kurama pushes his hair back behind his ears, then returns to tease your clit with the tip of his tongue.

He doesn't let up after this, and frankly, your impulses are torn. Part of you wants to be as subtle as possible, to silently endure the slow, luxurious movements of his lips and tongue pulsing against your cunt and stiffened clit. Another part of you- the part you're fighting to subdue -wants to grab onto that silky red hair and grind against him, to rush yourself to your climax and to spare yourself further torture. But you and Kurama both know you won't be able to keep quiet if you do. So you fuss anxiously with the phone's tangled cord, shifting and squirming on the bed beneath him and biting back pleasured gasps and whimpers.

Your legs are trembling around him and you're positively soaked with your arousal and his saliva. Leaning back on the pillow, you scrunch your eyes closed and take a deep breath.

"Oh- you remember that one voice actor I told you about?"

"Yeah, uh," you struggle to pull your thoughts together, but Kurama nudges the flat of his tongue rhythmically against your clit, and your body is begging for release, "This show... was his first big on-screen thing, right?" you manage to choke out. As though pleased by your performance, your lover gives a soft hum that sends his breath fluttering over your vulnerable skin, then presses more firmly into you. His skillful tongue teases your entrance for a moment, rubbing into you while your muscles tighten, instinctively longing for friction, for something inside, for something to cling to. You're panting silently, biting at your finger to keep quiet while your friend tells you all about her latest celebrity crush.

So close. You're so dangerously close to the rush of your climax. But you hold on, every inch of your body aching with need and restraint. Kurama can obviously sense the desperate state you're in, and you know that he's savoring it. And yet, when you glance down to watch the erotic movements of his mouth, the way his eyes devour you, the way his hands grip at your hips- you realize that you don't have it in you to care about your pride anymore.

"Anyway, they're airing an interview with the cast soon, so I gotta go so I don't miss it."

The words are a beacon of hope, and while your friend apologizes for cutting out so suddenly, you assure her again and again that you don't mind.

"Really, you should... go- uh, go enjoy the thing!"

Kurama's lips seal around your clit and the dearly sensitive surrounding flesh. His tongue flicks across the hard little bundle over and over, his hands firm at your hips, holding you strictly in place. He's not holding back anymore. Your eyes roll back and your body burns, but you keep yourself silent. Just a little longer. Don't let him make you cum- not yet. He feels too good- and you know he wouldn't care if you screamed his name for your friend or anyone else to hear.

"Oh, also, we should totally grab coffee or something soon!"

"Yeah- that sounds really good-!" your back arcs up from the sheets.

"Cool! I'll call again soon, byeeee!"

You hear the click of the receiver on the other end. Your arms go limp, dropping the phone to the floor. Kurama leans over you, pushing himself against you while his tongue works your clit and you gasp aloud for him.

"Kurama! Ohhh... Oh, God- I'm-!"

A tingling, sparkling wave of pleasure explodes from your core and rushes across the surface of your skin. You can't remember the last time you came this hard, and you imagine Kurama can feel what he's doing to you. Your taste coats his tongue, one shaky hand weaves your fingers through his hair as your hips buck towards him. With one last desperate cry of his name, you relax back onto the bed, your boneless limbs making you feel like a puddle of mindless bliss.

Panting, practically gasping for breath, your unfocused eyes gaze up at the ceiling as the last tremors of your climax pass through you.

"Haa... Mm, Kurama..." you whimper out as he places one last kiss to your now soaked folds.

He crawls up atop you, and a gentle hand turns your face to him. His smile is warm and openly affectionate, and he caresses your cheek like a groom at the altar. Looking at him now, it's hard to imagine he's the same man who just put you through that unique form of torture. You're still catching your breath, and when he kisses you with all the tenderness in the world, you can hardly even reciprocate.

"Well done, my love," he says at last, "Do you think you can continue to behave for me tonight?"

Some distant part of your mind realizes that you've been manipulated- that he's utterly dismantled your attempt at dominance. You should be frustrated. You should try to regain the upper hand and show him that he doesn't always gets to be in control. Instead, your half-lidded eyes meet him and you murmur,

"Yes... I'll be good..."

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[plan-d-to-i]

Hi Plan! About JFM, is there anything in the book that shows that he tries to stop YZY from whipping WWX? Also, if you don't mind, what is your opinion about JFM's part in WWX's abuse, do you think he is complicit?

There's this from when YZY whips him w WLJ:

The most that he’d been through were two or three strikes and being grounded. He’d also be let out by Jiang FengMian sooner or later. This time, however, he endured dozens of heavy strikes. His back burned and his entire body was numb with pain. He couldn’t bear it, but he had to bear it. Today, if the punishment didn’t satisfy Wang LingJiao, the matter at hand would never end!

</3... There's also this from the incense burner extras ...

Even when he was naughty as a child, when Yu-furen whipped him, she would strike his back or the palms of his hands, while Jiang Fengmian and Jiang Yanli couldn’t bear to hit him.

I think people feel this huge sense of frustration and wish that JFM could like divorce or yeet YZY into the lake or something (same)... alas those things are off the table. It's even written in lol 🥲:

Jiang Cheng, “Mom! Mom listen to me! I beg you! Don’t cut off his hand! If Father knew…”

It was all fine until he had mentioned Jiang FengMian. The second he mentioned him, Madam Yu’s expression changed at once, shouting, “Don’t talk to me about your father! What could happen if he knows? Could he kill me?!”

.... Every time JFM puts up resistance YZY doesn't back down and only escalates.

Madam Yu scolded, “Of course you’ll go! Or else would your sister go? Look at her, still happily peeling lotus seeds. A-Li, stop peeling them. Who are you peeling them for? You’re the mistress, not somebody’s servant!”

Hearing the word ‘servant’, Wei WuXian didn’t mind much. He had finished all of the lotus seeds in the dish all at once, chewing as the soft, refreshing sweetness filled his mouth. Jiang FengMian, on the other hand, raised his head slightly, “My lady.”

Madam Yu, “What, something I said? Servant? You don’t want to hear the word? Jiang FengMian, let me ask you—this time, do you intend to let him go?”

&

Like a purple bolt of lightning, Madam Yu swept inside, bringing in with her a cold breeze. She was standing five steps away from Wei WuXian’s bed, brows raised, “‘To attempt at the impossible’ is exactly how he is, isn’t it? Fooling around even though he knew that it’d bring trouble to his sect?!”

Jiang FengMian, “My lady, what are you doing here?”

Madam Yu, “What am I doing here? What a joke that I am asked of such a thing! Sect Leader Jiang, do you still remember that I’m also the leader of Lotus Pier? Do you still remember that every inch of the earth here is my territory?"

&

I don’t believe for one second that you haven’t heard of how the outside people gossips, that Sect Leader Jiang has still not moved on from a certain Sanren though so many years have passed, regarding the son of his old friend as a son of his own; they’re speculating if Wei Ying is your…”

Jiang FengMian shouted, “Yu ZiYuan!”

Madam Yu shouted as well, “Jiang FengMian! Do you think that anything will change just because you raised your voice?! Do you think that I don’t know you?!”

The two debated the issue outside. On the way, Madam Yu’s angered voice was louder and louder.

He can't just physically beat her into submission. He can't order her around she'd probs act out even more to spite him. He can't divorce her or ban her from Lotus Pier. What can you do when you're stuck in life with a person like that other than avoid her as much as possible. WWX gets it and does. I definitely wish JFM could have found some attempt the impossible way to make her go away. It's WWX's and JFM's misfortune that she's alive and part of their life and it's definitely not fair to either of them (or yanli & jc frankly). In that last passage JFM does seems to draw away her anger after him from WWX. So no, I don't think he's complicit. I think he's a victim himself of her unreasonable tantrums. I can't frankly deny the schadenfreude her end gives me.

sidenote as I was looking for one of the quotes I found the moment when jc is fantasizing that the attack on Lotus Pier was just a bad dream and I think it's sort of ironic that in his fantasy his mother is scolding WWX. Like :

He couldn’t wait to wake up after some rest and open his eyes to find himself lying inside of his room back in Lotus Pier. His father would be wiping his sword in the main hall. His mother would be angry again and complaining, scolding Wei WuXian who winked in a funny way. His sister would be in the kitchen, thinking as hard as she could about what to make today.

🌝.

#mdzs #jiang fengmian #yu ziyuan #madam yu #Wei Wuxian