#he knows about fitz (don’t tell me he doesn’t)

[thatgirlstrawberry]

How to Lie to a Behavior Analyst pt. 2

In which Y/N still thinks her dad doesn’t know about her and Spencer’s relationship. Rossi sets his daughter up on a date at his book signing party….

Warnings: semi-smutty scenes, cursing, you’ll probably get second hand embarrassment, Fluff, cute/horny/loveydovey!Spencer, JEALOUS!SPENCER

Spencer Reid x fem!reader

“Do you think we have too much sex?”

This question caught Spencer off guard seeing as they were literally in the middle of having sex. He paused his movements and looked at her. “Uhhhh no?” He shook his head. “Do you?”

Y/N quirked an eyebrow. “No. But I’m just trying to figure out the societally acceptable amount of sex to be having.”

With this Spencer busted out laughing. “Do you think we have over the societally acceptable amount?”

She shrugged, smiling up at him. “I mean we have sex a lot but I don’t think too much.”

Spencer chuckled. “Where did this come from?”

Y/N wiggled her hips as Spencer continued his movements, pushing into her over and over again. “Oh fu— it’s just my next door neighbor has like a lot of sex— all the time and it’s loud.” She nodded, moaning in between her words. “Like I was up until four am one night because she was moaning like a fuckin’ diseased cat.”

“How come I’ve never heard her?” He asked, groaning loudly.

Y/N titled head. “Oh so you want to hear her moan?” She asked, raising her eyebrows.

“What— no!” Spencer exclaimed.

She rolled her eyes laughing. “Kidding!” She hit his shoulder.

.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.

The next day, Y/N was at her dad’s house baking a bunch of desserts for his book signing party the next day.

“Dad, how many mini strawberry shortcakes did you need?” She asked as he walked into the kitchen.

“Um… 10, i think.” He nodded. “Y/N/N, sweetheart can I ask you a question?” He asked.

She cleared her throat. “Sure.” She smiled, wiping the flower off of her forehead.

“Are you seeing anyone?” He asked, quirking an eyebrow. She froze for a millisecond.

She remembered the text Spencer had sent her two weeks before at the dinner party her father held.

How to lie to a behavior analyst: Don’t maintain excessive eye contact, keep your voice even, say my name if you refer to me, don’t fidget— I love you

She licked her lips and glanced at him before busying her hands with mixing the cake batter together. “No, why?” She asked, her voice calm.

He shrugged and leaned on the kitchen island. She didn’t turn back to look at him. “Oh, good.” He smiled. “I have this friend and he has a son. I wanted you guys to meet.”

Y/N swallowed hard and let out a quiet scoff. “Really?” She shook her head, turning around and smiling. “You’re trying to set me up now?”

Rossi shrugged. “I just noticed that you haven’t been in a relationship in a while and I think you would love Benjamin Fitz.”

“Your friends with Eric Fitz and his son?” She asked, raising an eyebrow. Eric Fitz was a very… controversial news paper company man. Her shoulders tensed.

“Yes. He always made me look good in the paper.” Rossi joked, strolling over to his daughters side. “So, what do you say? Will you meet Benny?”

If I say no, he’ll definitely catch on.

Y/N smiled tightly and inhaled through her nose. “I-of course! It’s not like I’m seeing anyone so, it should be fun!” She said, internally scolding herself for speaking so fast.

Rossi nodded slowly. “Okay. I’ll let Eric know.”

Spencer is gonna fuckin’ kill me

.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.

Y/N shivered as Spencer’s finger tips lightly glided across her back. They were laying in bed just soaking up each other’s company. She had been holding back the fact that she was set up on a date by her father since she saw him.

She could tell Spencer was about to fall asleep because his fingers started to move slower and slowly. “Hey, Spence?” She spoke quietly.

He inhaled deeply, rubbing his eyes with his free hand. “Yeah, baby?”

“Uh…” She bit her lip. “So… I um… my dad— he set me up on a date tomorrow night at his book signing party.”

Spencer’s eyes got wide. “What!?”

The woman sighed and sat up, straddling his thighs. “I— my dad asked me if I was seeing anyone and I told him no because then he would find out about us and then he asked me if he could set me up with his friend’s son and I said yes because I thought it would seem like I was seeing someone even though I just told him that I wasn’t.” She spoke very quickly and Spencer found it hard to keep with her words but he got the gist.

“So you’re going on a date with someone else?” He asked, his eyes dropped down.

Y/N tilted her head and she bit her lip. “Aw Spence, no— well yes but no.” She shook her head. “It might be a date for him but it won’t be a date for me. It’s gonna be torture.” She placed her hands on his cheeks. “I’m gonna hate every second of it because I won’t be with you, okay?”

Spencer nodded. “W-well… what are you gonna wear?” He asked, his eyes avoiding hers.

Y/N bit the inside of her cheek. “I will literally show up in sweatpants if that would make you feel more comfortable.”

He pouted a little bit. “You look really sexy in sweatpants.” Y/N giggled quietly.

“I’ll wear a trash bag— a potato sack! Anything you want me to wear, I’ll wear it.” She nodded.

Spencer smiled, his pouty lips fading away. “I want you to wear…” He thought for a minute. “That pretty white dress that I like on you.”

She quirked a brow. “But you said I look sexy in that one.” She traced circles on his chest.

Spencer leaned forward and kissed her. “I want him to see how sexy you look and I want him to know that he can’t have you.” He whispered. A breath left her lips and she smiled.

She was about to lean in and kiss him again but the ‘diseased cat’ who she shared a wall wit started making noises.

Y/N gasped and slapped Spencer’s chest. “Oh my god! Do you hear!?”

Spencer stopped and listened for a moment before laughing. “Holy shit, why does she sound like that?” He asked through his laughter.

Y/N groaned and rolled her eyes. “We’re never gonna be able to sleep now!” She shouted, doubting that cat lady could hear it over her dramatic moans.

Spencer pulled her closer with a smirk. “We’ll just have to show her what pretty noises sound like.”

“Oh my god, please make me scream.”

.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.

Y/N nervously looked around as she clutched her bag in her hands. She stood by her dad’s signing table. He wasn’t there, he was making rounds but she stood there in her tight white dress, waiting for him to show up with her ‘date’. She rolled her eyes even thinking about it.

Soon, her father and a tall blonde man emerged from the crowd of people and headed towards the table.

The first think she noticed about Benjamin Fitz was that he looked her up and down unashamed.

She gave a fake smile to her father and a head nod to Benjamin. “Bella, you look lovely.” Rossi smiled, hugging his daughter and kissing her on both cheeks.

“This is an amazing turn out, daddy.” She smiled, kissing his cheek. They stood in the rental area of a very fancy wine and dine restaurant. She looked at the blonde man next to her father. “You must be Benjamin. It’s nice to meet you.” She smiled, holding out her hand.

“Please, call me Ben.” He winked and instead of shaking her hand, he pulled her in for a hug. His hands landed on her waist and her eyes widened, pulling away quickly as she laughed it off. “And your Y/N?”

She nodded, glancing at her father who had squinted eyes, observing the two. “Y-yes. It’s nice to meet you.” She said again, looking back at him. She had to admit, he wasn’t ugly.

“You as well, sweetheart.”

Y/N blew air past her lips and she looked around. Rossi cleared his throat. “Oh, I see one of my friends.” He smiled, glancing between his daughter and Ben. “I’ve got to make rounds. Have fun you two.”

“Thanks, dad.” She gritted her teeth as he walked away.

Ben looked at her. “Where do they keep the booze?”

Be fucking for real.

.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.

Y/N had been leaning against the wall listening to Ben talk about being a Lacrosse star in high school and college. She nodded along but she wasn’t really listening.

Suddenly, she saw a very familiar face over his shoulder. Her eyes widened and she almost choked on the champagne she was chugging.

“Uh, sorry to stop you there Ben but uh… could you give me a minute?” She asked. She didn’t give him a chance to respond before she pushed off of the wall and walked around him.

Her boyfriend stood in the middle of the room with a book in his hand and a very sexy suit. He looked at her and smiled. “Spencer, what the hell are you doing here?” She asked, looking around to make sure that her father wasn’t there and watching them.

He smiled. “I just so happen to have a book that Rossi hasn’t signed.” He shrugged.

“Oh, really?” She asked, a smile forming on her lips. “That’s the only reason you’re here?”

“Mhm.”

She squinted her eyes. “Not because you want to spy on Ben and I?”

Spencer blew a raspberry and rolled his eyes. “Please. Me? Spying? Nooooo.” Y/N raised her eyebrows.

“Okay.” She nodded. “Well, I gotta get back to my date so… I’ll see you later.” She winked.

She walked back over to Ben, swaying her hips for Spencer to look at. “Who was that?” The blonde asked.

Y/N sighed. “Oh, just one of my dad’s coworkers.” She shrugged.

Ben scoffed. “That twig is an FBI agent? He’s too tiny.” Y/N raised her eyebrows.

That twig’s dick Is most definitely not tiny.

She let out a fake giggle and waved his joke off. “More champagne?” She asked, nodding her head towards the catering woman who walked around with a tray.

“More? Really?” Ben asked. “You must be trying to get me drunk so you can take me home.” He laughed.

Y/N’s tongue slid across her teeth. “Yeah, most definitely not.” She shook her head. The woman walked by her and she snatched a glass off of the tray.

Spencer clenched his jaw as he watched Ben stare at his girlfriend like some porn actress.

I’m gonna kill him, I’m gonna kill him, I’m gonna kill hi—

“Reid! You made it!”

He snapped out of his jealous daze and looked down at Rossi. “Yes, I did.” He nodded.

Rossi held up his pen and his free hand. Spencer opened the book to the front page and held it up for him. He sighed the book quickly.

Spencer sighed before speaking. “If you knew Y/N and I are together then why did you set her up with him?” He asked, heavily annoyed.

He hummed. “I wanted to see how much she cared.”

Spencer squinted her eyes. “What do you mean?”

The man smiled. “I wanted to see if she cared enough about you and your relationship by going out with possibly the biggest pig in the city to to make sure that I didn’t find out about it. I wanted to see if she cared enough to keep you safe.”

Spencer let the corners of his mouth turn up. “Rossi, I love your daughter.” He spoke.

“And she loves you, kid. I Can tell.”

He sighed. “Thank you for not telling her. I don’t want her to be upset or nervous.”

Rossi nodded. “Anything to make my girl happy.” He sighed, watching her roll her eyes as she drank more champagne. “I’ve got more signings to do. See ya, kid.”

He nodded as he walked away, pulling his phone out of his pocket as he saw Ben reach to push her hair behind her ear. She moved away smoothly, playing it off like she had to cough. She kept trying to glance at Spencer without actually turning around.

To: Kool-Aid girl 💘

Meet me in the bathroom in five?

She looked around and saw him before looking back at Ben when she felt her phone buzz. “Sorry, about this.” She shook her head as she dug through her bag for her phone.

From: Kool-Aid girl 💘

Of fucking course

.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.

Their lips were heavy on each other’s. Her legs were wrapped around his waist while she was sitting on the counter.

She moaned so quietly as he thrusted his fingers in and out of her. Her hands grabbed at whatever they could. Her eyes never left his though. That was the one thing he wanted.

“Fuck, Spence—“ Her eyes watered at the immense amount of pleasure she was experiencing.

“This is mine— no one else’s.” He grunted. Y/N nodded and bit her lip. “Are you close baby?”

“So fucking close.” She nodded. “You’re- fuck— the only one that gets me there.” She added because 1, it was true and 2, she knew he was feeling a little insecure because of Ben.

Soon, she came on his fingers and shut her eyes, panting. She didn’t have to worry about getting her dress wet because Spencer had pulled it up as soon as they got in there.

Knock knock knock

“Hey is someone in there.”

Y/N’s eyes widened as she and Spencer recognized the voice. She squeezed her eyes shut. “Uh— it’s just me, dad.” She said, sliding off of the counter making sure that he heels hit the ground silently.

“What are you doing in the men’s restroom and why is the door locked? There’s like forty stall in there.”’

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” She whispered. “Uh, I had a woman emergency and someone was in the other restroom.” She nodded her head at Spencer towards the door at the other end of the room. She had no idea what it led to but oh what the hell, right?

Spencer started walking silently towards it as she pulled her dress back down to where it was supposed to be.

She watched him walk through the door and disappear and sighed. She unlocked the bathroom door and smiled at her dad. “Hi, daddy. Sorry.” She mumbled, walking past him.

.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.

Now, Spencer and Y/N laid together in his bed. They were just in each other’s company. Again, his fingers were drawing random patterns on her back as she dozed off.

“Hey, Y/N? Before you go to sleep…” He spoke quietly not to startle her. She hummed and nuzzled her face into his chest.

“Thank you for caring.”

She smiled and squeezed him. “I love you. I will always care.”

.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.•.

Holaaaaaaaa

I love this. Thanks to everyone who loved the first one so much!!!!!

You guys are amazing and I wanna kiss all of you.

Also ask me questions in my ask box!! I would love to answer them :))))

Anywaysssssssssss love ya bunches ❤️❤️❤️

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[howdoesblog]

Y’know, I will never get over the wasted potential of Fitz Vacker.

Like i’ve always thought his character was one of the most interesting but I feel like Shannon switched things up so she could resolve the love triangle (which i’m convinced was unplanned).

Like I love this series and I think it’s well-written for the most part, but Fitz’s disrupted arc will always make me cry.

He had his flaws (we know what they are, we never shut up about them) but he has good characteristics too? Like “We could always use a little more weird in our lives”, wanting to hug it out with Dex and telling him they should be friends???

Like my boy, what happened😭.

Also it makes sense that he wants to confirm to elven traditions ig (like match making), but I just don’t understand why Shannon decided to go down that character path? Like he went to exillum for his friends, people used to talk about him because he disappeared a lot (the guy spent most of his childhood looking for Sophie, he is very much crushed by the fact that she doesn’t like him), he stuck up for his friends in Everblaze even though it made him less popular because he knew they weren’t doing anything wrong.

And I feel like with everything weird about Fitz and his friends the last thing people would care about is matchmaking, it’s like Grady said, for elves power will always be the most important thing.

And Fitz is powerful.

I feel like the matchmaking thing shouldn’t have been the main focus of the fitzphie break up because I feel like Fitz could��ve gotten iver that very easily if Shannon had stayed consistent with his character.

The Fitphie breakup should have been about the whole “Fitz is jealous of Sophie’s powers thing and he doesn’t like that she’s stepping up as a leader because of his arrogance ( a flaw he’s had consistently and makes sense because he’s a Vacker, a family that basically represents the elven world and what people pretend it is, and elves’s main flaw is arrogance, so Fitz’s being arrogance MAKES SENSE).

Why make it about matchmaking😭😭😭.

Idk if anything i said makes sense, i suck at making my thoughts coherent, but I could swear that Fitz is a good character up until it gets in the way of the love triangle.

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[upat4amwiththemoon]

hiii! i just finished watching agents of shield season 5 and was wondering if you can write a daisy johnson x fem!reader based on the scene in season 5 when deke was going to confess his crush on daisy. so basically daisy and R (who's also on coulson's team) have been dating for a while but the team doesn't know yet, and when deke is about to tell daisy abt his crush on her, she casually mentions her gf. idk why i thought it would be hilarious 😭 also i hope it's not too confusing 😭

Lemons

Summary: When you’re in the past, don’t leave lemons on your crush’s bed.

Pairing: Daisy Johnson x female!reader, platonic Deke Shaw x Daisy Johnson x fem!reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 771

a/n: 🍋🍋🍋🍋🍋

Tags: @thought-of-you-and-me @rafecameronswhore

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Deke walks towards Daisy’s room, hoping to find her there, so he could tell her he left the lemons on her bed. He doesn’t want her to think someone else, like Mack, was the one who has feelings for her.

Stopping in front of her room’s doorway, he knocks on the side. Daisy lifts her head up to look at him. He glances to see that the lemons are still on her bed, but his gaze moves to the big bag on the floor. “What’s in the bag?”

“My mom.”

“Oh.” That wasn’t what he expected, but he supposes these kind of things are normal in the SHIELD team. He walks into the room, “I heard about your little dust up, I just wanted to make sure you’re all right.”

“I’ve been better. It’s like the universe keeps reminding me I should never have come back from the future,” she pauses, turning to look at her bed, “also, some creep put a bunch of lemons on my bed, as some weird sort of prank.”

Deke scoffs, glamcing at the lemons and Daisy. “Sounds like classic Fitz.” He lets out an airy and strained laugh. Curses flow through his mind, he should’ve known giving lemons wasn’t a custom in the past. “Look, I- um, I feel like you’re exactly where you’re supposed to be. I, on the other hand, I lived in a lighthouse my entire life, only to time travel into the past and still spend every single day of my life inside the freaking lighthouse. So..it’s like, even without Kasius gone, this place just has this leash that keeps pulling me back in.”

“Well, I’m glad you stuck around, even if it’s a little crazy.” She gives him a small smile before looking down at her hands.

The smile makes Deke feel all nervous and bubbly inside. Despite the setback with the lemons, he decides to gather his courage. “Well, maybe it’s not that crazy.” He chuckles quietly. “I-I’ve been wanting to tell you something since we’ve gotten, you know,” he moves to sit next to Daisy on the couch, “I don’t want to say closer, but-“

Daisy scoffs, interrupting him. “You really don’t. Everyone who gets close to me ends up dying.”

“Me too.” Deke says almost enthusiastically, as if that was a good thing. “And that’s why I feel like we have so much in common.”

“My mom.” Daisy mumbles.

“I-I know, and-“ he tries to continue, but Daisy isn’t listening anymore.

“Lincoln.”

“Who’s Lincoln?”

“Uh, Lincoln Campbell. He..he was the first inhuman that I became close with. Fought at our side, and he- he died. He died for me, really.” She sighs, looking at the floor, the memories seeping into her mind. “Right when we were getting going, or, you know, getting good.”

“It sounds like you were really in love with this guy.”

“I was.” She smiles, now other memories invading her thoughts. Deke opens her mouth to confess, but Daisy beats her to it, “luckily I met Y/N.”

“Y/N?” He frowns. “Like, you’re lucky she’s your friend?”

“No,” Daisy laughs, “she’s my girlfriend.”

“As in..you’re dating?”

“Yes.”

“Oh.”

“What?” She raises her brows, fully turning to look at him now.

His eyes widen. “Nothing! I just didn’t know the two of you are dating.” He explains quickly, hoping she can’t see the heartbreak on his face.

“You’re actually the first one to know.”

Deke actually starts smiling. It’s a good feeling to be the one to find out something before anyone else, also, he is relieved the others didn’t send him on a fool’s errand while knowing Daisy isn’t even single. “Well, that���s nice.”

The moment gets interrupted by Y/N walking into the room, “Dais, I heard about the f-“ she stops on her track once she notices Deke sitting there. “Oh, sorry to interrupt. I’ll leave you to it.”

“Deke knows.” Daisy states with a smile, offering her hand for Y/N, so she’d come sit with them.

“Wonderful.” She mumbles. “Does Deke know how to keep his big mouth shut?”

He raises his hands and nods. “Deke does know how to keep his big mouth shut.” He would never tell her, but Y/N actually scares him a little bit, in a cool way. He thinks she is cool. Which he would also never tell her.

Daisy laughs, kissing Y/N. Deke looks away at that, feeling a ting of pain at the affection, but he’ll get over it. So, he stays in the room, talking with the pair. Because he thinks this’ll be a great trio.

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[bakerstreethound]

Not That Kind of Person

Relationship: Din Djarin x fem!reader

Warnings: slight angst, slightly suggestive content, pining & soft Din

Summary: You’re on a diplomatic mission, as an ambassador for an outer rim planet, and you found companionship with Din. He feels out of place in these functions, especially when you’re around late at night you comfort him, trying your best to sooth his concerns and his heart as well.

All writings belong to me @bakerstreethound​ (Do NOT copy, repost, claim, or translate my works to other sites. I only publish here and on A03 under the same username)

Word Count: 1.2k+

A/N: This has been in my brain for a while but soft Din is lovely plus today was the first day of the semester and needed him for comfort. Inspiration for this fic was Something Just Like This by The Chainsmokers. I hope you enjoy! Graphic by @firefly-graphics​ *gif not mine* Comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated. 

******

Where’d you wanna go,

How much you wanna risk? 

I’m not looking for somebody with some superhuman gifts.

******

He heard your laughter floating through the room, even though there were hundreds of bodies piled on top of each other, but he found comfort in knowing you’re safe. 

He made his way around the perimeter again, fingers caressing his blaster a whisper of a warning to anyone who dare cause you harm. It’s too loud, a good portion of everyone drinking heartily, eager for a chance to mingle, discuss trades, etc, etc. He sighed half in annoyance and exasperation, that is until you call out to him.

He doesn’t want or know how to admit it, but he felt out of place watching you do your political duties seeing your bright smile negotiating with the other people, not noticing the way their eyes roamed over you hungrily hoping to work their way up the ladder. You didn’t notice, but knew it was one of the side effects of the job. 

Nothing escaped Din’s notice, but something about the way they stood so close to you, brushing your arm, whispering in your ear, made his blood boil. Dare say he also felt lonely, out of place, you fitted in a beautiful bird in an all too beautiful cage.  

“Mando!” his hulking form turned toward you, head tilted in concern, his vision focused entirely on you in your wispy dress clinging in all the right places. He finds himself wondering what you’d feel like under his fingertips your lips parted, asking for a kiss. 

A moment, an eternity, a lifetime all flash before his eyes at lightspeed, his mind reeling. 

He shook these thoughts from his mind, observing the small crowd mingling about you. Others always seemed to be drawn to you, this magnetizing aura you had brought your laughter and joy made everyone feel welcome in your presence. Thats why Din rationalizes you have a hold on him as well. Nothing more but your political charms. 

“I was telling Ambassador Fritz what a hero you were saving those poor villagers from getting eaten by the giant sand worm.” You smiled at him, lip twitching in a barely there smile reserved especially for him. 

Something within him twinges, not that it mattered before but he couldn’t help feeling disappointed at the notion and he finds himself replying gruffly,  “Just doing my job.” 

The undertone didn’t pass your attentive ear. You’ve come to recognize the different influxions from his modulator, you knew something was wrong, but dare not push. Too many people are around and you don’t want them to talk and have any speculations to add to your record. 

Maker knows you need any more people undermining your position, which is why you hired Mando in the first place, your relatives had insisted profusely. However, you didn’t exactly count on catching feelings for him, that in itself was an interesting revelation. 

Still, the festivities surround you more inebriated people carelessly wandering and stumbling around before finding the quarters Ambassador Fitz. Too many negotiations and conversations, the small talk swam in your head. You need to clear your head. 

“Let’s go back to the room, I want to see if the bed is as comfortable as Fritz says,” you reach out to lay your hand on his bicep, gripping it gently to stabilize yourself. 

Open the door, silk sheets, but the main attraction was the long balcony, the material almost opaque as if you’re walking on the air. 

The nigh breeze beckons you pass the curtains blowing in the breeze and what follows is probably one of the greatest sights in the galaxy. The stars of the sky in all their glory call out beckoning to you closer into their embrace. A joyous laugh spills from you before you can stop it, and you close your eyes and continue to simply be. 

You feel Din’s presence familiar and warm from behind you, a familiarity and comfort. It’s what you imagined home to feel like. It sends involuntary prickles down your spine when he exhales slowly, tilting his head up to enjoy the view. 

You stand there in comfortable silence, your hands gripping the railing gently, not wanting to forget te moment, the sky a lush shade of blue, darkening to inky black further along the horizon, the stars brilliant constellations, shining brighter by the moment, winking playfully, making Din’s beskar armor glimmering in the soft light. 

“I’m not a hero, cyar’ika,” he says, breaking the silence. His modulated sigh is heavy, an aching sorrow following him back to the bedroom, his hand grazing your own as he passes by, as he looks up at the sky a picture of beauty serenity. 

The yearning he feels to be back in the sky is artronomical, but he can’t do this, allow himself to get involved, it was stupid to think he could be anything, mean anything to you. Not that he allows himself to imagine. 

You turn, meeting his armored gaze. Every wrong scenario comes to your mind. Surely he wasn’t offended at your praise. You didn’t threaten him, you weren’t that stupid to incur his wrath, hell he was hired to protect you. 

“What do you call saving those villagers from the sand worm? You are and always were a hero.” 

You watched his shoulders sag in defeat, each sound of the beskar ringing louder with each piece of it falling to the floor. He sighed heavily, sitting on the edge of your shared bed left in his pants and undershirt, the helmet left firmly in place, head tilted in silent question. 

“You don’t believe me?” You heart ached at the notion, swiftly joining him, reaching out for his ungloved hand, gently intertwining it with yours, wanting him near to make him feel comfortable. You kiss the top of it, Din watching you expectantly. 

Would you? It was a silent question really, an understanding a request and you oblige, carefully straddling his lap, his hands wrapping behind you in support. 

He inhaled slowly, the modulator barely catching when he says, “Am I enough for you?” 

You cupped the sides of his helmet, stroking them gently and you intake a shaky breath trying somehow to communicate how much you want him, need him, and care for him. Silently, you rest your forehead against the cool beskar, quietly marveling at its beauty, knowing the man under it was just as stunning, honed by years of battle and bounty hunting. 

“If you weren’t enough for me, I wouldn’t have escaped with you in the first place. You’ve been my hero in all the time I’ve known you and even when you didn;t know I existed. You were always going to be mine.” You kissed his hands softly before the satisyiong hiss of the helmet sounds and he exhaled a shaky breath. 

Warm brown eyes meet yours his usual stoic demeanor traded for him glassy eyes almost on the verge of tears. His shoulders slumped in defeat at your confession, relief combined with something beyond gratitude and adoration. He crashed into your lips, grasping the nape of your neck, the other hand falling to your waist, falling back on the bed, crushing you against him in a flurry of kisses and desperation. 

Countless other kisses follow before he rolled on top of you this time, pressing you into the mattress, latching onto your neck with reckless abandon. 

“Thank you…” he whispered in your ear, pausing a catch in his voice, “...thank you for believing in me.” 

You couldn’t help the smile, gleeful, joyous, that formed on your face, “You don’t have to thank me, Din. You’re all I could ever want and more, my hero. 

******

Just something I can turn to, 

Somebody I can kiss

I want something just like this.

******

#the mandalorian #din djarin #din djarin x reader #the mandalorian x reader #din djarin x you #the mandalorian imagine #star wars imagine #pedro pascal

[renren-006]

Turning Tides | Sierra Six x F!Reader

Summary: six had no intention of falling for a mafia boss's daughter, but when she was put in severe danger he had to help

Word count: 2514

warnings: angst, fluff, gore, general mafia language

A/N: this is an Enemies to lovers fic and the idea was asked of me, I did, however, twist it a little I'm sorry. I asked my friend for help on this so everyone thank my roommate for telling me that a mafia story would be the way to go! I hope this suits your request! 

also would like to put out there that i’m not skilled in the art of writing mafia type language so this is my best shot at how they would operate. 

Your life had never been easy, not since your father had made it clear you would be leading his organization soon. Your father was Italian, born and raised in the mafia. Sicilia, Italy was the place you were born, raised, and brought up. You had never known anything outside of that and were sheltered from most things until you were 16. Once you hit that age your father made you learn about politics, government agencies, history, etc. He included you in everything he did, meetings, jobs, and on-site killings, it didn't matter was were there. For years it bothered you until you learned that you had no way of getting out.  You had to do what he wanted or everything in the organization would do anything to kill you if it meant you betrayed them to live out your dreams. You always dreamed of living in a little house, with a family, a loving husband, not worrying about who you have to kill next, or who is going to kill you. Unfortunately, only you had to tuck that dream away, along with the one to be a painter. 

Now, at the age of 25, you were tasked with the last order from your father before you became the next leader. You had a younger brother who watched your every move, convinced he would try to take your place one day, you knew you had to do this job efficiently. The job was to kill the son of another mafia in Sicilia to make them understand who the true lords/lady was in this part of Italy. 

**

Six had another job to take care of, one Fitz refused to tell him about till he arrived at his office. When he sat down Fitz took one long look at him before knowing this job was going to change him. Six stayed calm while Fitz explained the job.

“Look kid it isn't going to be easy”

“Nothing about this life is easy Fitz,” Six said begrudgingly, hoping the man would just tell him what he was hired to do/ “You're going to have to stop a Mafia boss's daughter from killing some son of another Siciliana Mafia…I hope to never say Mafia that many times again” 

“I what..?” Sx asked surprised. Never had he had the chance to save a life, let alone stop a killing. 

“Giovanni La Rosa is the name of the Mafia boss his daughter, Y/N La Rosa is supposed to be given the organization after she completes this task, but there's word that her brother Marco La Rosa is set to double cross his family and kill his sister for her position”

“So I'm supposed to do what?” Six asked. “Do what you can to get the daughter out of this life, I know it sounds crazy but the person who sent in this request knows her and said she doesn't want this life and is just scared if she doesn't go through with it everyone loyal to her father or brother will kill her” Fitz explained. 

“Alright so protect the daughter and get her out?” Six asked, not entirely sure what he was supposed to do. 

“More or less” Fitz answered

“Aren't we supposed to be enemies with the Mafia, there's a rule about that somewhere” Six said, Fitz, nodded his head. 

“You don't have to like her Six, you just have to protect her”

“Fine, when do I leave,” He asked. 

“Tonight, the hit is out for tomorrow”

When Six arrived in Sicily he immediately went to the La Rosa house for reconnaissance and to track the daughter. The house was big, with the typical Italian flair added to it. He saw you through the window that showed into your room. He watched as you passed around the room, clearly distressed with the job you had to do. The job was complicated, for both of them, and Six hoped that when the time came to pull you that you wouldn’t freak out.

As Six continued to watch you he realized that while you may be the Mob boss's daughter, you certainly didn't act like it. Your clothes weren't pressed, or clean cut like your father's, but in fact, you wore looser clothing. You sported a pair of sweatpants as you awaited your father's instructions. Six noticed this, the small details about your room, or even the way you dressed seemed to tell a different story than a mafia leader. . When it was time for you to head out you changed, Six being the gentlemen focused on the cars out front instead of your window. He saw you exit the house in much nicer clothes than earlier, you were fiddling with the fabric, clearly uncomfortable in whatever they made you wear. As the cars pulled out from the home Six followed on his motorcycle, not wanting to draw too much attention to himself he kept to the dark. When the car pulled up outside the house you had to go into the men all surrounded the car and led you inside. By the car was none other than your brother, standing with his men as he watched you head inside. It didn't take long before he used his cell phone.

“She inside, take care of her,” he said. That was when Six moved in. This was his job, this was what he was sent here for. Six rushed in, ready to face whoever was going to jeopardize the mission. When your bother finally noticed him, it didn't take long for the rest of the men surrounding him to charge at Six. Six took care of them easily, knowing they would try and use their brute force instead of any coordinated attack. When he was done with the men, leaving them breathing on the sidewalk he took care of the brother. Leaving him beaten on the pavement. Six headed inside, knowing you probably had company by now and he needed to take care of them before getting you out. 

**

You kept around the building, your anxiety making your heart beat into your thought. As you crept through the building a lard boom sounded from the way you came were faced with Six. The two of you stared at each other.

“Your not…going to kill me right?” You questioned the handsome man before you. He ducked his head as if o ask if this was normal for a mob boss's daughter to ask if she was going to get killed.

“Your….”It was open-ended, like the look he gave you.

“Supposed to be a mafia boss daughter….I know” You answered, then you paused “Wait who are you?” 

“Oh, I was sent by someone close to you to get you out” Six answered, trying to move the conversation along. 

“Get me out? Of what exactly?” You asked him. 

“This life” Six answered vaguely, not entirely sure what other things you needed to be saved from, other than your psycho brother who almost killed you. 

“Oh” Was all you could muster to answer the strangely handsome man before you. Honestly, you never thought in a million years you could be free, or that anyone would care enough about you to get you out. You smiled and nodded your head. Six gestured to go back the way they taco meme, while also asking for the gun in your hand. You handed it over willingly, and the knife you had in your back pocket. He nodded and the two of you headed out the door. When you arrived a the hotel room the man that saved you stayed in, you wondered what exactly his job was. 

“You never told me your name,” You asked him as you glanced out the big windows down towards the town you grew up in. 

“Six”, He told you, you turned back nodding, and then went back to facing out the big window. 

“I used to think this place was amazing,” You told him, simply letting the comfort he showed you back at the house sway you to talk. “It was funny, I didn’t start to see it as scary till my father killed a man in front of me…he did that often. I knew what I was going to have to do one day, and I just wished I could run away from it all. To start a life somewhere, live peacefully” You told him, when you glanced to your right you realized that had to travel. be beside you, letting your words fill him. “You ever feel lost?”

“All the time” he answered truthfully. “The world has never been on my side”

“Yeah, I get that” The silence lapped between you, one of understanding and comfort. “You think I’ll live a long time?”

“Why wouldn’t you,” Six asked, concerned about people that would look for you. 

“My father will try and find me. Kill me maybe, but he knew he could never let my brother lead, and I'm all that's left to remind him of my mother…” You told him. You knew he couldn't go and kill your whole family because the political and social mess that would follow wouldn't be good

“How about I stay with you? For a little while?” Six asked, surprising himself a little bit with the request. He spoke sometimes without really thinking about what he meant.

“You want to stay with me? Where?” You asked surprised, hoping he wouldn't say somewhere creepy. 

“Where ever it is you want,” Six told you, hoping to make you a piece. You smiled a bit at him, loving the idea of having some protection while trying to sort your life out. 

“Some countryside,” You told him, hoping he would let the dream you had come to be.

“Then the countryside it will be”

Six stayed with you for a few months, and soon he realized he never wanted to leave. He didn't want to leave you here alone. He wanted you, and he realized that after you told him everything about your life, showing him the bad and experiencing the good with him. You had fallen for Six faster than him, knowing the two of you should be distant or even enemies, but that only made you love him more for how sweet he was to you. Six started distancing himself soon after he realized the feelings he had, and you took notice. The weekly visits to the farmers market, where the two of you would walk side by side soon turned into him following a few ways back from you as you walked around. He even stopped checking on you when you went out to the garden, only seeing you when you would inevitably storm through the house after waiting for him to join you. You were angry and upset at him wondering what could have happened that he pulled away. Six on the other hand knew he would have to go back soon and leave coherent all by himself to start a life without him. 

“What the hell is wrong with you?” You asked one day, after storming into the house when it started to rain on you in the garden. You were soaking wet, letting the water drip off you onto the floor. Six stood there watching your dress hug your body and the way you had yelled at him with such passion it shocked him “Did you hear me Six, the hell is wrong with you?”

“I don't..” he started. 

“Don't what? Know why all of the sudden you just diapered!” You yelled back at him, anger was seeping off of you, making everything red. 

“I thought that's what you wanted” Six answered. 

“No! Are you crazy?” You said to him, still dripping water on the floor. 

“No, I just thought you would want me gone soon so you could start a life..” He said, glancing anywhere but you. “What makes you think I didn't want to start a life…with you?” the silence became deafening, until a clap of thunder sounded from outside, sending shock waves throat you reminding you that you were going and cold. “I wanted to start a life with you, is that bad?”

“No,” he told you walking loser “I just, I'm not in the best line of business that allows for this type of relationship”

“I understand that,” You told him, wanting him to understand that you loved him and wanted him. 

“No you don't,” He said to you, hoping you would stop and that his heart wouldn't hurt so bad and he could disappear. 

“My father killed people for a living, didn't let me out of the house let alone figure myself out. If I had stayed I would have been married off to some creep and expected to start a family with him to continue the line. I would have had to kill people I didn't even know for some sort of power move.” You said, voice raising, emphasizing that while he had to kill people, you were also trapped into the if you didn't want. 

“I'm sorry,” he said, realizing that both of you infants knew each other's lives were relatively similar and you understood him more than anyone. 

“No, don't we both have fucked up lives and I shouldn't have expected you to stay,” You told him trying to turn around to hide. Six jumped into action rushing over to you and pulling you into him, holding your cold body.

“I do like you Y/N, I think I may even love you but that scares me because people will use that if they know, they could hunt you down,” he told you, rushing his words like they may burn him. 

“Then let them! As long as I'm with you, whether that's miles away knowing I have your heart or you right here next to me in the garden, I’ll take it” You expressed holding his face, letting your fingers run over the stubble on his face. 

“I can't ask that of you” he whispered.

“You're not asking me anything, I'm telling you that if you love me don't let me go,” You said back to hi

“I’ll be gone for a while” Six said trying to convince himself you wouldn't want that. You only smiled

“I understand that,” You told him.

“It could be months” He supplied.

“Then in a few months you will owe me a date, and a few other things,” You told him smiling up at him.

“That's torture,” He said, hurt evident in his voice. He felt like he would be robbing you. 

“No that's called love, darling,” You told him bringing his face down toward yours and kissing his lips softly. You two stayed like that for a while before he dragged you up to the bathroom in your room and ran you a hot bath after your shakes became violent. He sat there with you as you warmed up in the steaming water. His eyes traced your body, admiring the woman he had acquired. He felt warm, he had the most perfect woman right in front of him.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed it!!

Taglist: @blackberries45​ 

#court gentry #court gentry imagine #court gentry x you #court gentry x reader #sierra six #sierra six x you #sierra six x reader #i am so in love with six its not even funny #i love ryan gosling #ryan gosling #the grey man #the grey man fan fiction

[mrs-prentiss]

Mellies Scandal

Summary : We all know and love Fitz and Olivia’s affair and quarrel. However most of us wanted some sort of justice for Mellie, and one person in particular had every idea to give Mellie just that.

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‼️Warning : Cursing - Light Violence ‼️

Authors Note : I know we all hate when people put their Ocs in a tag for “X reader” but since there is no “Mellie x Reader” fics I am going to put this there to help boost it and find people. If it goes well I will make “x Reader” for Mellie Grant! Until then enjoy! It’s short for now the next ones will be longer

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• Nicknames •

Eleanor Prentiss ( Nellie or El sometimes Flo)

Melody Grant ( Mellie or Mells)

Olivia Pope (Liv)

Fitzgerald Grant (Fitz or Fizzy)

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We all know FitzGerald Grant and we all know the lovely Olivia pope. Who doesn’t love this pairing? Mellie of course and the infamous little sister of Fitz, Eleanor Florence Prentiss. Eleanor is the younger sister to Fitz, she’s the Chief of the FBI office in Washington. She’s married and sort of separated from her lovely wife…sort of ex wife Emily Prentiss who is also working in the Washington office with her.

Eleanor was notorious for flirting with Mellie, who wouldn’t? She was completely and utterly infatuated with the woman and she couldn’t keep her eyes off of her. Something about Mellie just sparked and lit fire works inside of Eleanor. She was always in Mellies corner, despite being the Presidents sister she was a Mellie supporter til the day she died. So upon hearing about her brother affair she was one of the first people inside of the Oval office after getting several calls for her to come there “Melody sweetheart you look beautiful as always. Fitzgerald you look like a fool and so does your common whore here” she said loudly as she walked into the office kicking the door shut behind her.

She stood beside Mellie who sat on the couch and arched an eyebrow at the mistresses in front of her “Is there a reason i’m here? I’m a busy woman I don’t have time to come gossip about your recent screw up” there it was that agitating voice she hated the sound of her voice. She knew Of Olivia Pope they’d cross paths plenty of time and every time Olivia got in her way she had blackmail and the government knees deep on her side “I called you here. We need your help and you weren’t answering his calls”

Eleanor turned to the right slightly and smiled with a low chuckle following past it “You don’t not beckon me anywhere. You don’t ask for my help, as far as i’m concerned nothing at all is stopping me from kicking your ass Olivia. You tell your team to stop ringing my lines i’m busy i don’t have the time to play phone tag” she placed a hand on Mellies shoulder gently squeezing it and giving her a give glance with an apologetic smile and soft eyes. She sympathized and she wanted nothing more then to give Mellie everything she wanted, but it wasn’t an easy task.

Mellie would be lying if she told herself the way Eleanor looked at her and touched her simply didn’t just send a tense feeling down to her core. She picked the wrong Grant that was for sure and she didn’t know what to do from now “I told you it was a bad idea Fitz. Eleanor is working and she hated this as much as I do. You should know that.” Mellie tried to reason with her husband on her sister in laws behalf. He wasn’t listening though and neither was Olivia they’d both decided for Mellie that they would all convince Eleanor.

“Mellie we need her to help us. She has resources and connections we don’t. We all agreed to this” Olivia expressed in a broad tone. Eleanor for one didn’t agree with her brother running for president she hated the idea but she was also a good sister who would support what he wanted even if she didn’t like it “Hey Olivia? Shut the fuck up and let her speak. God do you deal with this every day Melody? This is ridiculous. If i’m helping any of you this piggy backing to defend each other shit is stopping now.” Eleanor snapped at both Fitz and Olivia pointing at the with the hand she took off Mellies shoulder.

Fitz took a sharp breath and groaned loudly “SERIOUSLY NELLIE! You can’t behave for five minutes and play nice! Olivia hasn’t done anything and you’re already insulting her. We need your help! I need your help, my presidency depends on it” he exhausted said in a sharp tone to his sister. Fitz and Eleanor don’t yell at each other and they don’t fight, so the room was so quiet at the moment you could hear a pin drop. Eleanor smirked slightly and set her bag and keys down beside Mellie sending her a wink before she moved past the couch.

A loud slap echoed through the Oval office and left Fitz with his head snapped sideways and Eleanor shaking her hand off as she lowered it “Do not ever raise your voice at me again. You two have done everything wrong, you have ruined her life. Just so you know Fizzy i’m not here for you, i’m here for Mellie. You want my help you find a way to speak to me because next time i’ll make sure you hit the floor and you know I will” as her brother mumbled an apology to his sister rubbing his cheek as he lifted his head to look at her she started speaking again “I’ll talk to Emily. I’ll see what we can do okay? Until then you two don’t go making this harder for me to clean up”

“Wait; you’re still with her? You told me you two got divorce Eleanor. Are you guys still married?” Mellies confusion and jealous was obvious to Eleanor just by the look in her eyes which made her shift in her spot as the first lady stood up with her eyes challenging Eleanor. Eleanor fumbled over her words for a second before she scrunched her nose as she spoke and relaxed it “No…yes? I don’t know we’re— It’s complicated. It doesn’t matter. What matters is i’m fixing this mess and i’ll be here tomorrow and the rest of the week to help” she grabbed her bag and keys from the couch, mouthing an i’m sorry to Mellie before she made her way to the door “and..when i come back Olivia you better be here and on a short leash i know how you get when you get power hungry” she pointedly spoke. She waved goodbye to the secretary and made her way through the white house halls calling Emily to figure out how the hell she’d clean this up.

#mellie grant x oc #mellie grant x reader #mellie grant #scandal #olivia pope #fitzgerald grant

[jeannefostergoriot]

I hate it here x Fitz Vacker (12/16 years old)

“Quick, quick, tell me something awful, like you are a poet trapped inside the body of a finance guy” is the friendship with Keefe, as both their life are abnormal, and they find pretty ways to word it better. To make themselves breathe easier.

“Tell me all your secrets, all you’ll ever be is my eternal consolation prize”: all the Foxfire girls turning around him cause he’s handsome and a Vacker, while not understanding him, and this popularity being like a consolation prize for all the pressure he puts on himself, all the weirdness of living between the worlds.

“You see I was a debutante in another life but now I seem to be scared to go outside”: he was seen as king of teenage, king of school, and then, after book 2, he can’t go outside, he can’t get in life, he screams his anger whenever, his friend has been kidnapped, his father’s mind broke, and it may have been temporary but it scarred him.

“If comfort is a construct, I don’t believe in good luck”: being a Vacker. He knows he has privileges, but he doesn’t really feel them in any other way than pressure.

“Now that I know what’s what, I hate it here”: with the story unraveling, all the secrets hidden by the Council, learning all the flaws, now Fitz probably feels like the Lost Cities are less shiny as they seemed when he was a child sent away.

“So I will go to secret gardens in my mind”: before finding Sophie, the Forbidden Cities may have been such a haven, like there, he was a kid, learning about life, on a secret mission but without the prestige of his family name. Now, it’s in his mind only.

“People need a key to get to, the only one is mine”: the fact that he doesn’t trust easily, that he won’t open up.

“I read a book about it in a book when I was a precocious kid”: maybe he read the book. But he probably read a lot as escapism, and human books to learn about them. And he was precocious. Manifested very early.

“I’m there most of the year cause I hate it here”: he goes to the Forbidden Cities. He isn’t “here”, in the Lost Cities.

“My friends used to play a game where we would pick a decade we wished we could live instead of this”: used to cause the second Sophie arrived, he can’t play anymore. And he’d pick any other time just to not be himself.

“ I’d say the 1830’s but without all the racists and getting married for the highest bid”: he is basically living that. It’s not racism but there is discrimination he grew conscious of, and there is the matchmaking…

“Everyone would look down cause it wasn’t fun now”: we tend to get annoy at him cause apparently he ruins things. But he points things out too. He is embarrassing.

“Seems like it was never even fun back then”: I doubt he has ever had fun in his life. He’s been on a mission since he was SIX. And he daydreams it.

“Nostalgia is a mind-trick, if I’d been there, I’d hate it”: till being re-integrated in the Lost Cities cause he can now follow classes normally, but still, he doesn’t fit with his image, he hates it everywhere.

“It was freezing in the palace”: about how Everglen can feel, it’s a palace and sure, they love each other, but they put such high standards, it’s cold.

“I hate it here so I will go to, lunar valleys in my mind”: he goes in himself when he can’t breathe. He paints the light in his brain.

“When they found a better planet”: the idea, again, that he feels trapped in this world.

“Only the gentle survived”: he wish for gentleness

“I dreamed about it in the dark, the night I felt like I might die”: so. Yeah. He probably gets very anxious in the middle of the night for anything, during the mission, and even after. Worries about not finding Sophie. About something going wrong. About the way he is perceived. About everything really.

“I’m lonely but I’m good, I’m bitter but I swear I’m fine”: no one really knows him deep down, except Keefe, and they get separated about Sophie. So it’s lonely. He is bitter, he is angry, but he still puts up a pretty facade, he still pretends, cause he has to in order to hold on.

“I’ll save all my romanticism for my inner life and I’ll get lost on purpose”: 12/13 yo. Lost in between worlds he doesn’t really belong. Losing himself in one to not face the other. Hiding how he is inside.

“This place made me feel worthless”: he thinks he’s never enough cause he doesn’t hear “I’m proud of you” enough, cause he plays a role, he has to be the golden child, or at least act like it.

“Lucid dreams like electricity, the current flies through me and in my fantasies, I rise above it”: the lucid dreams are the only thing he has real control upon, but for the real life, he is drowning, trying to keep things in order with the world collapsing.

“And way up there, I actually love it”: the hope to find his place someday.

#kotlc #keeper of the lost cities #fitz vacker #i hate it here #taylor swift #the tortured poets department #yeah I love Fitz #and songs #so I’ll make it fit #Spotify

[fruitjedi]

So like here’s chapter one of unmatched it’s a Sophie/Keefe and Fitz/Dex fic.

Sophie (1)

Sophie Foster was done with matchmaking. She was done with the council and, most importantly, completely and utterly done with Cassius Sencen.

“Foster” Keefe Sencen said from his position next to his girlfriend in the hall “It’s not that bad”

Sophie groaned “Not that bad?! Your dad’s making you have a winnowing gala and I can’t even be on your match lists cause I’m unmatchable “

“I told you I don’t care about that,” Keefe said softly “Can you just believe I’ll handle this? I don’t care about the council or their match lists” He took both of Sophie’s hands in his “Foster all I care about is you”

Sophie melted “I know it’s just when we did the inquisition Fitz said-”

“I don’t care about what Fitz said and you shouldn’t either it’s clearly eating at you. What Fitz said doesn’t matter”

Sophie nodded “I know. I guess I just fear you’ll dump me for one of those match-list girls because they're more normal and better for your family. Silly I know considering you don’t care about that stuff” Sophie laughed a little

Keefe sighed then shook his head “Why would I want anything else when what I’ve wanted for years is right here”

“Cause my brain is stupid,” Sophie said smiling so hard her cheeks hurt

Keefe smiled at her and leaned in to kiss her. His lips had just met hers when a voice cleared their throat behind them.

Sophie and Keefe whipped their heads around as fast as elfishly possible to see Fitz Vacker standing behind them.

“You know if you want to make out,” Fitz said “Please don’t do it in the middle of the hallway”

Keefe groaned exaggeratedly “Fitzy come onnnn we were just having some fun”

Fitz sighed “It’s still the middle of the hallway Keefe, Also don’t you have class?”

Keefe shrugged “It’s just The Universe no biggie”

Fitz rolled his eyes “Bye Keefe”

Keefe waved at him

Once Fitz was gone Keefe turned to Sophie “Ok I know he’s my best friend but that dude is everywhere”

Sophie nodded “Yeah, My house after school?”

Keefe groaned “Can’t Daddy Dearest wants to talk more about finding me a good match”

“Just tell him you are with me,” Sophie said “It’s that simple”

“I thought you didn’t want to tell people?” Keefe asked confused

“I don’t. But I also want my boyfriend to myself”

“Oh, Foster a little jealous are we?” Keefe teased lovingly

Sophie laughed “Shut up”

A while later at lunch Dex Dizznee was telling Sophie about strategies when she noticed Keefe was glaring at Fitz. She turned to look at Fitz. Fitz was staring. Except he wasn’t staring at her. He was pretending to yes but every time he thought no one was looking he quickly turned his head to Dex instead. Wait. Sophie thought. Does Fitz… Like Dex? She didn’t care that he liked boys but didn’t he? Didn’t his family? Wasn’t being queer basically taboo in the lost cities? Sophie wondered what Fitz thought about this. If he was ok with it. He probably wasn’t. He was probably trying to shove it down so he wouldn’t have to be queer and a bad match.

Sophie transmitted a message to Fitz “You know I will always support you right?”

Fitz’s eyes widened “What are you talking about Sophie?”

“Dex” She transmitted as gently as she could

“Oh, That. Don’t worry about that. I have that under control”

Sophie sighed “Then why are you sneaking glances at him?”

Fitz’z eyes flitted “You see that?”

“My boyfriend is glaring at you. I wanted to see why”

“Oh,” Fitz stared down at his lunch at picked at it “Like I said I have it under control ok? I’m just burying it down so nobody can see it”

“You could always ask him out?” Sophie asked

“I can’t Sophie. My family wouldn’t even look at me” Fitz picked at his food “Besides Dex likes Bee everyone knows that”

Sophie knew for a fact Dex just said he liked Biana and actually had a huge crush on Fitz but that was neither here nor there “You don’t have to tell people. I’m not telling anyone I’m dating Keefe. Besides Fitz?”

“Yeah?”

“Dex might surprise you”

#kotlc sokeefe #kotlc #kotlc keefe #kotlc sophie #keeper of the lost cities #kotlc fanfic #kotlc fitz #kotlc dex #kotlc fedex #fanfic #tumblr gets it before ao3 #bi Fitz #bi dex #bisexual #bi pride #dex dizznee #fitz vacker #sophie x keefe #keefe sencen #sophie foster

[thewidowsghost]

Hello, Kaitlynn. I have a Skye/Daisy X reader request.

Reader is a lot like May and has taken a liking to Skye, Reader overhears the team talking about Skye (after she gets her powers) and she defends Skye. (Skye being there to hear what she says.)

Defense (Dais x Barton!Reader)

Main Masterlist

Daisy Johnson Masterlist

Glass shatters over Skye and (Y/n)’s heads.

(Y/n) grabs her girlfriend’s hand, pulling her along.

Skye’s hands tremble, and (Y/n) leads her down one of the staircases into a dungeon like Ward’s.

(Y/n) sits Skye down on one of the beds.

“Honey, you can do this,” (Y/n) brushes a tear from Skye’s cheek as the room continues to shake. “We can do this. I believe in you.”

“I can’t,” Skye whispers. “I can’t ma-ake it stop,” Skye’s voice breaks, more tears running down her face. “Everyone is at risk.

“Honey, look at me,” (Y/n) says, moving to sit on the bed beside her lover. “Focus,” she takes Skye’s hands, brushing the tops gently with her thumbs.

“Yes, you can,” (Y/n) turns her back on her girlfriend for a moment as a sword is stabbed through the barrier (Y/n) had just put up.

“Agent Barton,” Sif yells through the barrier. “Release the girl.”

“Like hell,” (Y/n) replies.

“(Y/n), she’ll get through!” Skye says, meeting her lover’s eyes with wide eyes.

“Ignore it,” (Y/n) tells Skye, though her voice was gentle. “Remember, focus.”

The barrier breaks, and Sif steps through.

In a quick motion, Skye leans forward, grabbing (Y/n)’s ICER from her belt, shooting herself in the chest.

The quaking stops and (Y/n) tears her gaze away from Sif.

Forgetting the Asguardian, (Y/n) lunges at the bed, tapping Skye’s cheeks with a hand.

“Skye!” (Y/n) leans over her lover’s body, pulling Skye’s head into her lap. Tears fall down onto Skye’s cheeks as (Y/n) runs her fingers through Skye’s hair.

“She harmed herself,” Sif says, but (Y/n) doesn’t respond, too focused on Skye.

Coulson and May charge down the stairs.

“Even though she knew it meant giving up her freedom,” Coulson says, stepping up to Sif.

“All to save the rest of you,” Sif finishes, her gaze falling back on (Y/n) and Skye.

“Don’t you see? She wants to get better,” Coulson tells Sif.

May walks over to the bed, resting a comforting hand on (Y/n)’s shoulder.

“If you take Skye away from the people she loves,” Coulson goes on, “she’ll only get worse.”

. . .

(Y/n) is walking from Skye’s hospital bed to their shared room when she hears voices.

The remainder of the SHIELD team is cleaning up the glass while Coulson and May take Vin-Tak and Lady Sift to a place where Lady Sif can summon the Bifrost.

"Jemma . . ." Fitz begins. "Um . . . I know you feel that I could have been, uh . . . a bit more forthright -" Fitz pauses.

Jemma chuckles sarcastically, "Forthright. Fitz, as understatements go I think that qualifies as an instant classic. You lied to me."

"Okay, so now we're even," Fitz replies, putting his hands on his hips. "Could you blame me, the way you were going on about Raina, that she's a-a-a plague to be eradicated?" Fitz questions. "I -"

"Skye is my friend. She’s different," Simmons retorts.

"Oh, yeah. Like I was your friend, and then I changed?" Fitz asks. "How did you handle that?"

By this point, the two had caught the attention of Mack, Bobbi, and Hunter, and (Y/n)’s eyes had glued themselves to the scene in front of her.

"Uh, t-the point is, secrets don't help any of us," Mack says. "Y/n) and Skye should have come clean," he says.

"What, and risk being locked up like animals?" Fitz asks. "Studied? Or who knows what else? No, I wouldn't let either of them."

"Oh, you wouldn't let them," Jemma asks.

"We could have handled them," Mack says. "In a way that would have kept everyone safe."

"It wasn't fair to us, Fitz," Bobbi says softly. "We had a right to know."

"A right to know," Fitz echoes. "What - is that the same way that Sif and the Kree had a right to know?"

"I think this situation's a little bit different, mate," Hunter responds.

"No, you would have done to them exactly what Sif and the Kree wanted to," Fitz argues.

"You don't know that," Simmons says.

"Yes, I do know that!" Fitz yells. "They would - You would - You'd 'handle them'! Mack just said it! Like, uh - Skye is something to be locked away in a cage somewhere. We should be protecting her."

"No, Fitz," Mack interrupts. "We're the ones that need protection from her." Then Mack goes silent, looking over Simmons's shoulder to meet (Y/n)’s eyes.

“You do understand that she shot herself to protect us?” (Y/n)’s voice was deathly quiet, though there was no doubt that the others could hear her.

“It was only an ICER.” Simmons replies and (Y/n) lets out a laugh, and the other’s wince at the slight hysteria in the sound.

“What if Skye hadn’t known it was an ICER?” (Y/n) says, her words taking on a harsh tone. “What if it had been an actual gun? She shot herself in the -” (Y/n)’s words break as she sucks in a breath of air. “She shot herself in the heart. If that had been a real gun, she would’ve -” her voice breaks again.

Mack, Bobbi, and Hunter’s gazes fall on something behind (Y/n), and the higher level agent turns, meeting her girlfriend’s watery gaze.

Skye looks so hurt, so betrayed that (Y/n) almost doesn’t follow. Then (Y/n) metaphorically kicks herself, knowing that her lover wasn’t mad at her.

Word Count: 965 words

#daisy johnson x fem reader #daisy johnson x reader #daisy johnson x female reader

[ladytauria]

JAYCEST UNTITLED 👀👀👀👀

i started writing this one after talking to @this-was-a-terrible-idea <3 who also sent me a perfect prompt for it xD

fem!jason is stuck in canon!universe and spends like,,, a week with jason before she's like: is anyone going to fix this? no? okay

and by fix this she means fuck him <3 to teach him about self-care, obviously

i've shared some snippets of this before--it used to have a title but then certain plans changed and i've decided to keep that title in my back pocket

past snippets: the very beginning | random snippet 1 | random snippet 2

have a longer version of that first snippet!

“You know, I’m pretty sure I told you to rest,” Jacie says as she clambers out of the window. One day she’ll figure out how Richelle manages to look graceful doing it, because she sure as hell doesn’t. Jason spares her only a brief glance before he takes another drag from his cigarette. “I didn’t ask you to mother me,” he growls. He’s leaning against the railing of the fire escape, dressed in a sweatshirt that’s seen better days and sweatpants tucked into his Docs. Jay rolls her eyes. “Stop needing mothering, then,” she says, matching his rough drawl. She plucks the cigarette from between his fingers and raises it to her own lips, ignoring the way he splutters. Her male counterpart reminds her of Fitz, her pit bull rescue. Sweetest little lamb now, but when she first brought him home? All snarls, biting the hand that fed him before it could hit him first. Jason is the same way. Loud and brash, bristling at any perceived insult. His uniform design only makes the image stronger; a face mask like a muzzle over his mouth, the red lenses of his domino glinting in the dark like some feral creature’s eyes… It’s an angry kind of pain that makes her fingers itch with the desire to stroke his hair the way she’d stroked Fitz’s fur, and tell him everything would be alright. She’s here now. She’ll keep him safe. …fuck. She really is mothering him, isn’t she? Jay takes a drag off of her bummed cigarette, feeling the smoke fill her lungs before she exhales, letting the cloud join Gotham’s ever-present smog. “I don’t need mothering,” Jason grumbles, crossing his arms. “I’m fine.” He wasn’t. Jay’s been in his shoes before. She remembers what it was like, to be a revenant instead of a person. Fitz had been what changed that; the reason she started to carve herself a new life, one slow step at a time. Now she has a dog, and a window garden, and an almost-girlfriend. A place to come back to, when the violence was done. Jason doesn’t have that. He hasn’t found his reason yet. According to Constantine and his counterpart in her universe, it’ll be at least another two weeks before they have a workable way to send her home. Until then, Jason and she have to stay close. Constantine fixed it so that they would work as each other’s ‘anchor,’ keeping them—and their dimensions—stabilized. For now. That means she has plenty of time to, perhaps, nudge him in the right direction. She takes a second drag off of the cigarette, and then offers it back to him. He’s still scowling at her when he plucks it from her fingers, raising it to his mouth to take a drag of his own.

there was a line that got caught about how jay was positive that the two constantines were fucking & i still stand by that

also fun facts: fitz is named after fitzwilliam darcy bc i love the name darcy but also i thought jacie might want a slightly subtler reference... and then i was like: a pit bull mix named fitz? adorable

so. xD here we are

[ wip ask game ]

#its almost 4k and im squinting a little at the end bc i might want to backtrack and save the direction i went with #for a DIFFERENT MF jaycest fic #but we will see #tauriawritesfanfic #jaycest #jayjay #dcu #generatorcat #asks and answers #wip ask game

[flintism]

the thing about royal assassin and fool’s fate having the same narrative structure is that they’re both built upon a very simple dilemma which is: fitz has to choose between duty & love. in royal assassin fitz’s duty is to serve the king/verity/being the king’s man whereas molly symbolizes love. the dilemma is made very obvious at the beginning of the book when fitz has a conversation with patience about why molly has come to be in buckkeep & patience tells him the infamous “one horse cannot bear two saddles” burrich adage. and RA is so well constructed as a book because you can see how being torn between those two things, those two aspects of his life is tearing fitz apart until, of course, molly decides to leave him. in RA duty wins and even later, if AQ, when fitz finds out that molly was pregnant and tries to go to her he can’t because his duty has literally been engraved in his brain with the skill & verity’s “come to me”. 

now in fool’s fate we have the basic same structure, fitz has to choose between his loyalty to the farseer line, here mostly embodied by chade and to as lesser extent by dutiful,  and his loyalty (love) to the fool. obviously things are different in fool’s fate, fitz is older, isn’t trying to get the permission to marry the fool & isn’t in the same position toward the crown as he used to be when he was a teenager and not officially dead. but still, it’s the same idea: fitz is torn between two sides of his life and has to choose one of them. interestingly, here duty to the crown doesn’t win but, by doing what he thinks is right & accomplishing the fool’s vision, fitz still suffers a terrible personal loss. by choosing the fool he loses the fool. & i don’t only mean because the fool dies but also because after fitz brought him back the fool chooses to abide by the future he foresaw for fitz and to let him go back to molly (even though no one has asked molly what she wants ahem). it’s interesting that in both cases, no matter what he chooses, fitz loses his love. that the fool & molly make similar decisions and that those decisions entail leaving fitz. they both had their reasons i’m not really trying to discuss the rightness or wrongness of what they did here, just point out that they basically do the same thing.

i also think that, in both books, there’s a third element, a third option which is: what does it mean to be true to yourself? in RA this third element is embodied by nighteyes who presents an alternative to both duty and the traditional form of love symbolized by molly. fitz spends a good part of the book fighting against bonding with nighteyes, against “what he was born to be” as nighteyes puts it. he does end up bonding with nighteyes and, for a while, living as one with him but we all know how that ends. fitz goes back to being human & to having a king but he never quite recovers from the experience of being free from it all. from being who he was born to be. in fool’s fate it’s a bit more complicated because nighteyes is dead but i think that this alternative of being “true to oneself” is presented when fitz suggests to the fool that he might go with him in commitments. the fools explicitly compares himself to nighteyes in that chapter but to discourage fitz from coming with him: he thinks that he is to fitz what fitz was to nighteyes & that it would cost fitz too much to leave with him. i think that the comparison with RA allows us to see it in a different way: by following the fool, fitz would find the kind of freedom he had during his days as a wolf at the end of RA, but that would, indeed, cost him all his other “human” links & maybe even his human sense of self if we want to push the comparison that far. so the fool goes away & fitz goes back to molly but there is always something missing as we see very clearly in FA. i think it’s really interesting that fitz brings back the infamous “a horse cannot wear two saddles” phrase at the very end of fool’s fate and that what was first used to describe the impossibility of making duty & love cohabit in RA is used to describe the impossibility of making two kinds of love cohabit at the end of FF. 

to go back to the love/duty dilemma it’s a typical cornelian dilemma: no matter what fitz ends up choosing there is no real good option & i think that thats what makes RA & FF the two most tragic (in the classical sense) books in the entire series & why, personally, those two endings are the ones that affect me the most. 

#sorry this is messy & there's probably more to be said/added but i wanted to get it off my chest #robin hobb #the original gay hell #im truly like #if the fool is not fitz's love interest then why does he occupy the same narrative place in FF as molly does in RA

[spectrum-color]

So Fitz and the Fool obviously had this insanely homoerotic relationship and were intensely devoted to each other. We as readers were all there for “I love you and all that is part of you” and “the man I had been would not survive this loss” and “Beloved, I have missed your company.” What do people in their lives think though? We get some hints, but I have my own ideas too.

Burrich-Way too hung up on Fitz having the Wit to be worried about his sexual orientation. Also, with the way he talks about Chivalry, he probably also has a very distorted view of platonic friendships between bros.

Nighteyes-He can literally read Fitz’s thoughts; he can hear the whole internal monologue about the Fools golden beauty at all times. He would also def rather Fitz take the Scentless One to mate than his existing choices (the Howling Bitch? Really?)

Chade-Def thinks that they’re on the DL and does not care. For all Chades faults he doesn’t gaf what Fitz does as long as it doesn’t impact the Farseers.

Kettricken-You cannot convince me that she isn’t like “they’re finally together; good for them” when they return to court as Lord Golden and Tom Badgerlock.

Patience-How much she knows is a huge mystery actually. I do headcanon Patience as bi and Lacey as her partner (imo it’s quite obvious and hilarious that Fitz doesn’t notice) so she would be open minded, but Fitz hides a lot from her.

Shrewd-We don’t get enough of him from Fitz’s POV to know but personally I would think it’s hilarious if he clocked that his jester was in love with his bastard grandson and was like well not sure what to do with that information.

Verity-The man is barely clinging to life for Fitzs entire adolescence; I think he only had the vaguest idea of what was going around him for like 5 years.

Molly-Fitz keeping the memory stone statue and the unsent letters he writes the Fool locked in his secret study implies that he never tells her about the Fool or their time as Prophet and Catalyst, which makes sense because he always used her to hide from that kind of thing.

Starling-She totally knew it and was outraged that Fitz would claim to have no idea. Def saw them snuggling at least once in the Mountains. Had no idea who Lord Golden really was but still thought he and Fitz were hooking up. Would hear about Lady Amber and Prince FitzChivalry and feel very validated.

Hap-He goes into full research mode after he sees Lord Chance (who looked strangely like Lord Golden?) go into the wolf with Fitz in preparation for the ballad he was going to write about it. Since this research involved talking to Starling, he now believes that Lord Chance was a woman in disguise who had a decades long torrid affair with his foster dad.

Dutiful-He discreetly approached Fitz about it and Fitz gave the weirdest most suspicious denial ever; he def thinks that they’re sleeping together. Plus he’s friends with infamous closet case Civil Bresinga.

Nettle-Also asks Fitz about it and is told “I loved that man as I have loved no one else,” then she meets him and sees that he strongly resembles her little sister who mysteriously appeared long after her mothers fertile years, and finally watched them go into a memory stone statue together. She def has her theories.

Bee-She knows what’s up. Fitz literally talks about raising her with the Fool while they all cuddle. Plus she read some of his unsent letters and his memoirs, and if they are in fact basically the first 6 books, they are gay af.

#realm of the elderlings #rote #the fool #chade fallstar #shrewd farseer #hap badgerlock #burrich #verity farseer #molly chandler #kettricken #nighteyes #dutiful farseer #starling birdsong #bee farseer #nettle farseer #the vestrits go without saying #prince fitzchivalry is lady ambers wife #he’s a barbarian but more power to her #fitzloved #fitzchivalry farseer

[worldsunlikemyown]

Keeptober 2023 #31 — Halloween

   “You have to be in costume!” Sophie insists. “And then we can knock on all the Councillors’ doors to give them a fright, and to ask them for baked goods — pretty sure at least Bronte will have something. But don’t ask me for costume advice — surprise me.” 

   And so all the others turn up at Havenfield, obediently dressed in whatever approximation of a costume they can muster. 

   Biana dresses as a mercenary — she has become familiar with the concept from goblins’ stories — with twin swords of some cardboard-like material strapped to her back, and an outfit made entirely out of something supple and leather-like. Sophie approves, and Biana, as usual, pulls it off. 

   Tam is dressed as a light-bulb, ironically, and Sophie wonders how he even knows what one is — he tells her later that Dex has told him. Linh, Maruca and Stina decide to come as the Hecatae, which also astonishes Sophie, until they tell her that they have got the idea from someone’s Ancient relative who has lived through the rise and fall of Greece and thus, that of Greek mythology. Marella, with Dex’s help with the media again, is dressed as Jack Frost, which is very funny. 

   Dex himself is dressed as a robot — one of the ones from Star Wars? Sophie doesn’t quite remember — with shiny metal wrapped all over his body, and a cleverly crafted helmet over his face. He greets her robotically, and she laughs. 

   Introducing them to Halloween has been great. 

   Fitz is dressed as a vampire — he’s apparently watched Hotel Transylvania, and that’s what he knows them from. He doesn’t say much about why he has been to a movie screening during his time searching for Sophie, but he looks good. Wylie comes as Batman, which is… unexpected, and Keefe in a swan (? White bird anyway) costume. Ugh. That’s going to be slightly awkward. 

   They say that they’ve swapped ideas, just to surprise her. 

   She’s been sufficiently surprised by all of them. 

Sophie herself has dressed with the intention to figure out if one of the Councillors might have been the ones who had spoken to Tolkien (the thought of that inscription and its similarity to that verse still haunts her), so some character from his books it is. Besides, the irony of being an elf dressed up as an elf is too good to resist, so she intends to pick an elf. But it’s a hard, hard choice — recognisable, someone she knows well enough, someone whom a Councillor who might have inspired (or seen inspired) would recognise on sight…

   She ends up, at last, picking a human. Half-elf, half-human, really, and for once, in exact measures. Sailor’s clothes, wild hair, seagull plushie on her shoulder and a shiny-looking, pretty stone (for which she has raided Edaline’s brooch drawer) ‘bound upon her brow’. Or at least she thinks that should be a quote, if she isn’t misremembering. 

   If anyone makes the connection between Keefe’s accidental Elwing-callback, they’re never going to let her live it down. But, well. It’s worth the risk. 

   They start with Councillor Alina. 

#Sophie's costume is earendil btw #I'm sorry this is SO self indulgent but it's FOR ME #sophie foster #kotlc sophie #team valiant #kotlc team valiant #keefe sencen #kotlc keefe #is the bird thing funny? maybe? is it unfunny? also maybe #also Alina getting the biggest scare of her life lol #keeptober #keeptober2023

[obsidianstrawberrymilk]

Talk to me about Dex.

Talk to me about Dex who grows up seeing his parents jeered on the rare occasion they walk through Noble cities, who sees the way his mother straightens with her eyes locked ahead and the way his father grins, as if he can’t see it - as if he’s learned pretending not to see is really all he can do. Talk to me about Dex who hears his mother sobbing after she finds out she’s having triplets, hearing her cry and hearing his own heart break because she doesn’t want them to be born into a world which will hate them for their existence twice over. Talk to me about Dex in his father’s shop the next day. Talk to me about him being quieter than normal, quieter when he sees the way the Nobles with their jeweled capes and Council jobs sneer at them. And talk to me about Dex, holding his younger siblings for the first time, staring down at them, thinking off the comments he’s been hearing since birth about bad match, useless, hardly going to amount to much, thinking about the nobles outside their shops and his mother’s tears, and thinking he’ll protect them with his life.

Talk to me about Dex walking into Foxfire, his eyes wide because he got in, and immediately noticing eyes on him. Talk to me about Dex’s mentors in his first year, about their eyes widening in surprise whenever he manages to accomplish something, much less faster than the children of good matches. Think about him noticing the way their eyes narrow on his last name, about him thinking about his mother and father and siblings, and feeling embarrassment gradually turn to rage at every comment, every laugh, every oh wow, I didn’t expect that! With a talentless parent?, at every genetically inferior, at every dig at his father for being useless, surely, every laugh at his mother having ‘no other options’. Think about him in the lunch room, sitting alone, his food choices whatever he likes and he acts like it doesn’t bother him, he goes home with a grin on his face, but then he goes back and he sits all alone in this huge lunchroom of people and he goes back to classes of sneering mentors who give him lower grades for existing and snooty nobles who scoff when he tries to brag about how cool his dad’s apothecary is, and he feels like spitting at them then, how come he’s seen at least most of them in there, then?

So yes, talk to me about Dex. Talk to me about Dex who glares at Fitz Vacker in the hallways, because he walks into a room and gets the respect and praise and the attention Dex and his family have to fight for every single second. Talk to me about Dex finding notes in his lockers, things thrown his way, barbs well placed, acting like it doesn’t bother him, acting like he doesn’t care, but for every prank and every grin and every brush off he can feel it sinking deeper, and he knows he shouldn’t, he knows they’re stupid and ignorant and there’s no reason he should care what any of them think. He knows his parents will tell him, over and over if he asks, they love him, they love him, and the world may only see them as worthless but it doesn’t matter- but it does. It does, and he hates that it does, and he goes home and wants to be able to look his younger siblings in the eye and tell them it doesn’t matter but he can’t. Because every single comment or paper or fist shoved his way (but they don’t talk about those, no, who cares about the weird kid of a bad match anyway-) matters. And he doesn’t know what to do about it.

Talk to me about Dex waking up in the middle of the night, screaming and crying and begging just to make it stop- tell me about him shying away from dark corners, his throat closing up at caves. Talk to me about how he can’t wear things around his wrists for a while, because he’s been born into a world where everyone says this doesn’t happen but it did, it happened, he was gone and he nearly died and his best friend nearly died saving him and talk to me about how he can feel that guilt eating him up on the inside, sometimes. Talk to me about how he sometimes finds himself sobbing at heat, instinctive, even though it’s just Mom’s cooking, Dex, stop- Dex, are you okay? What’s going on? Dex? Dex? Dex- Talk to me about that same best friend drifting away, slowly, drifting towards the Vackers and their nobility and power and status and he knows it’s not that, Sophie’s not shallow, but on some level he knows she’s leaving him behind and she’s his first friend, maybe not his only one anymore but his first, and he feels so much he doesn’t know how to label it. Talk to me about Dex, who’s lost in a world that’s supposed to be perfect but has known his whole life that it isn’t, but everyone seems to be trying to act like it is, anyway.

Talk to me about Dex who doesn’t tell people things anymore. talk to me about Dex who’s never a first priority anyway, because he knows his friends have each other and he knows they’re all leaving him, but it’s okay, because he’s not totally alone all over again, right? Talk to me about Dex who doesn’t share much about his inventions anymore, doesn’t dare, because the last time he did, so happy and excited and hopeful that the Council would care about some Technopath child of a Bad Match they used it to torture his best friend, used it to imprison her like a puppet, and it’s his fault, all his fault, for being as naive as to think the Council would ever care about someone like him if not for their own goals. Talk to me about Dex who can’t look at Sophie as much, not that she notices, because he can still see the Circlet around her head, the torture to his first friend he caused. Talk to me about them kissing, about him realizing he doesn’t love her, not like that, and talk to me about how it solves nothing, how no one still cares and how every single time someone asks him about anything he’s working on he can’t say anything, he can’t do anything but hide his blueprints and act like they very thought of the Council doesn’t make him sick because what if. What if. What if he makes something else they can use, what if they hurt his friends all over again, what if he hurts his friends all over again, and they may barely consider him one of them but the least he can do for them all is this.

Talk to me about Dex trying. Giving out inventions where he can and ignoring the way warning signs go off in his head, because he will help, he will contribute where he can, they can’t totally leave him behind as long as he’s useful, right? Talk to me about Dex, and the way he’s had anger in his veins for so long, fear in his eyes for long, for his parents, sobbing in dark rooms and grinning painfully in shops he knows will never get the same clout as Noble ones, for his siblings, as he can see them becoming more and more aware of the stares and whispers and jeers every day. Talk to me about Dex in the Black Swan, about Tinker and pats on the shoulder and the shock, the surprise, because here’s someone who doesn’t raise an eyebrow in surprise when he does things, who doesn’t act like the bare minimum is somehow too much for genetic inferiority. Talk to me about the way his eyes widen in their discussions, with Tinker’s suggestions, about the way he views the world widening, because Dex has always seen things differently, in taking it apart and putting it back together better and here’s someone who agrees with him, who sees the rage in his eyes and the fear and desperation underneath, who takes it all with a sign and teaches him how to make it better, more creative, more, more.

Talk to me about Dex and Juline, his mother. Talk to me about, for all his initial shock, he can see the way she reflects him, the anger in the pursing of her lips and the sadness in the tapping of her fingers. Talk to me about frosting is a stupid talent, about the unconscious way he’d always wanted his mother to be more, as if her being someone else could have saved them from the cruelty over everything else - of him knowing he’s wrong, knowing it wouldn’t have, but realizing he’d always wanted it anyway. Talk to me about conversations in the dark, whispers in the living room, smiles exchanges across meetings and worried eyes across infirmaries. Talk to me about Juline knowing, knowing, she can’t keep her son out of this any more than she could herself, but by god does she want to sometimes. Talk to me about fights, maybe, in worry and panic clawing up throats, because this is dangerous, this world is dangerous, but they both know, on some level, they’ve never had a choice. Talk to me about Dex and his father, Kesler, sitting in their shop, later, as they always have, hovering over lab tables and tubes of elixers, cheerful chatter above the steaming, because that’s all they know, now. Because on some level, some time, Dex has felt a wall grow between them, a wall of experience and secrets and fear, because Kesler isn’t on the front lines of this, not always, and he doesn’t understand on the same level his mom does, not really.

Yeah, talk to me about Dex. Talk to me about laying on the floor with Biana, sobbing and laughing about invisibility and alone and realizing he has more of a connection with the daughter of the Vacker family than anyone could have realized. Talk to me about him and Linh and Keefe, about them giggling in his dad’s lab as he makes paints and elixers, bright colors and wild colors and the way all their eyes widen and it’s amazing, Dex, oh my- about the way they laugh about it, brainstorm the best locations to put it so everyone will see. Talk to me about him looking at them, a girl abandoned by this world and a boy who everyone allowed to hurt, and him looking at himself, who everyone in their world chooses to sneer at, look down upon, as if it will keep this fragile, stupid perfection. And talk to me about the way they put art in obvious places. Put it on huge, visible walls across the Lost Cities, because they will break this fucked up perfection in rebellion and in art and in shops with burbs for doorbells that make nobles squirm and in every way possible if they have to.

Talk to me about Dex and Fitz. Talk to me about Dex realizing nothing is perfect, and he’s known their world is a mess for as long as he can remember but he’s never realized it’s messed up Fitz too - perfect, Wonderboy Fitz Vacker, from his perfect Noble family with their respected genes and somehow, somehow, he’s fucked up too. Talk to me about jabs that use to be filled with rage at the world turning annoyed at most and then affectionate, familiar, with Fitz returning them, a bit, with a sparkle in his eyes, because he never hated him, not really. Talk to me about late night conversations on missions, in hideouts, at Dex’s home (never Fitz’s - he never asks why), about explanations and admissions and Fitz bolting up, his eyes wide, because he’s never realized that the world looks at Dex and sees something disgusting and useless until just now, no matter how many times he’s heard it from everyone around him, because Dex is a person, and on some level, he’s never comprehended it happens to people. Talk to me about a shared interest in humans, about Fitz talking about the Search, abouy Dex’s mom’s human TV and him tinkering with their gadgets. Talk to me about shared shook heads when people laugh about how inferior humans are, because Fitz has seen them, on some level, the good too, and he’s seen things that they could use, and his world has been turned on his head so really, this is the least startling realization. Talk to me about Dex laughing at that, about looking at everything they’ve made and have they don’t, and realizing that at least humans don’t act like they’re perfect. At least they don’t see perfection as everything. At least they’re flawed, at least they’re imperfect, and their world doesn’t claim otherwise.

So. Talk to me about Dex. About winning the war and the scars on all their hands and in their hearts and minds. Talk to me about children broken by something they should have never had to fight. Talk to me about Dex, and his anger and fear and his family and friends. Talk to me about Dex Dizznee.

#keeper of the lost cities #kotlc dex #discrimination #trauma #dex dizznee #juline dizznee #kesler dizznee #sophie foster #fitz vacker #biana vacker #linh song #keefe sencen #tinker kotlc #seriously guys #hes been through so much and NO ONE talks about it?? #like #hes the perfect window for inequality in the elven world #amd hes #never used #like?? #bro was TORTURED at age 12 #his own invention was used to torture his best friend #help hes so traumatized

[rayniscatstatue]

Stellarlune unpack with me

Sophie is done, she needs therapy

Keefe come back, please

Sophie and Ro one bed trope… slay

Dadwin was only there for a few chapters. Shannon fix this. What is wrong with you?!

Ro should’ve punched Cassius in the face… Sophie has my back

Let Sophie burn things

That fight within the entire group. Nah uh, I’m not having it

Tam vs Linh?????

What crack is Shannon on to make her do that?!

It must be a high dose whatever she is on. Like girly what? Give us back the twins as twins. Twins deserve to be bestie twins. We also deserve bestie twins

Tam sticking up for Sophie

Cue me and my fake dating Sotam au where they fake date just to piss of Fitz and add more chaos to the group

I am living for platonic Sotam

I eat that shit up

No but Sophie and Tam vs everyone

Literally everyone hates the pettiness duo. It’s Snarky Sophie and Spiteful Tam

Just Sophie and Tam being besties and glaring at everyone

Enough about platonic Sotam, we will get back to that later

Linh just stop

I want the old Linh back, she literally carried books 5-8

Stina’s redemption is just down the drain…

I think Shannon mopped it up or licked it up, who knows?

Fitz needs to be angry

Let the child be angry but still be Sophie’s friend!

Chapter 23 tho!!!!

Sophie fawning over Keefe the entire chapter and finally realising her feelings

But also Ro leaving the chapter before

The Glimmer reveal

Like Rayni sounds so hot

Time to count how many people want to marry her

And that she doesn’t regret being in the Neverseen. Girlboss

Rayni is a girlboss

Say it with me, Rayni is a girlboss

Tiergan adopting all the gay kids

He is that meme of “how many kids do you have?” “Biologically, legally or emotionally?”

Tiergan is done with this hetro shit

He must want to quit teaching Sophie and Fitz at this point

The “Stop calling us Fitzphie!” Damn

Like dude you literally still have a crush on her…

Rayni is what made that book not boring

She made that meeting happen

Dex and Biana are totally dating but haven’t told anyone

You can’t convince me otherwise but their is chemistry between the 2, and it is getting spicy

Like they are getting along too well

Dexiana is sailing

Wylie stop being a fucking council stan

I am begging you Wylie!

Your dads taught you better

Btw, Tiergan and Prentice are the closest to canonically in love we will ever get!

Sophie snapping at Oralie

Dex must be there for that drama because damn, Sophie hates that girly

Just calm down a bit

And Sophie’s new attitude is slay

Marella putting gold in her hair

If that doesn’t tell you that she is head over heels in love with Linh then I don’t know what will

I ship it

Okay but the Jensi appearance

Sophie and Jensi besties

No, Sophie, Tam and Jensi as the new trio!

Jensi is gay tho, you can tell

Okay now the meeting! Rayni slay the day you absolute queen

Sophie with her entire plan

Rayni feeding Tam when his stomach growled will never be forgotten

The Trix and Rayni friendship

Tam stopping Sophie from having a panic attack because of Vespera!

Tam would honestly be an amazing friend

Trix outing Keefe for being fake with the Neverseen! Like Keefe is really an idiot

No but Maruca and her “is that true?”’s to Tam

Girly was shook

Sophie and Tam showing up to Dex’s in the middle of the night with a forbidden spy ball with ways to get Keefe back

Dex would’ve screamed

What if it was Juline that opened the door to Sophie and Tam?

Also Biana was missing

She literally just disappeared throughout that book

No but you can tell Sophie and Tam annoyed Dex so much while he was rigging the Spy ball

He wanted to slap them

Also Bex and Lex annoying them

Also poor Rex

Save Rex petition

I don’t like Shannon for that one

Then when they jumped out a window to flee to London and drag Keefe back

Sophie, Dex and Tam slayed

Then how Tam wishes Linh was there

Okay In the hotel, the “Foster?” As Sophie literally hug-tackled Keefe

Should’ve bitch slapped him tho

How Keefe was trying to take his shirt off for Tam, like you are gay

Dex standing there

Poor Dex

Also Tam just standing there

Poor Dex and Tam

Then them going back to Havenfeild

Edaline hugging Keefe!!!!

Also Keefe having presents ready to give to Sophie because of what he did

That’s what you get for running away

I want to see Sophie, Dex and Tam babysitting the triplets

Even Sophie and Dex babysitting them would be amazing

Oh my god, the kiss

The kiss guys

Sophie and Keefe finally kissed and Fitz was salty about it

Also both of them caring about each others feelings

Keefe calling Sophie “Sophie” during the confession

Fitz is salty

Like “You kissed him, you didn’t even kiss me” *wah wah wah*

Fitz is acting like a toddler that got his toy confiscated from him

Calm down dude

The damn hairpin was in Biana’s jewellery box, that was Biana’s plot point in the entire book at this point

Then Tam chaperoning Dex and Biana

He knew that Sokeefe happened so he had to move onto Dexiana

Keefe teasing Sophie

Like he really wants to kiss her in the moment

Then Keefe coming along with Sophie to make sure she is safe

That is like Sophie stopping Keefe from going to Ravagog in book 4

Sophie, Keefe, Marella, Maruca and Fitz at it

Gisela bowing up Vespera so she doesn’t have to confess her love for her

Taking notes

Then Elysian

Elysian neutrals

Like Damn girly, that cliffhanger…

And why hasn’t Ro came back yet…?

#kotlc #keeper of the lost cities #kotlc stellarlune #stellarlune #stellarlune spoilers #it was a wild ride

[gotham-ruaidh]

My favorite Jamie/Claire moment in 01x03 "The Way Out" isn’t one of the obvious ones (surgery smolder scene, lily of the valley, hand-holding, etc.) - but it’s equally important in representing a major step forward in their relationship.

It's Jamie brushing down a horse, with Claire at his side. Seeking solace - with each other - after the "main action" of the episode has ended.

It’s such a quiet moment, after the main story arc of the episode (the Black Kirk) has ended. It’s a character development scene - showing how Jamie and Claire’s relationship deepens - something which writer Anne Kenney is a master at.

I enjoy this scene precisely because it’s quiet. Jamie and Claire have just shared an interesting experience - the first time that we truly see them working as a team. Based on their conversation, some time has passed - or enough time for Mrs. Fitz to have told Jamie that she considers Claire to be a “miracle worker.” Claire has *nobody* else to discuss her feelings and frustrations with, other than Jamie; she doesn’t dare tell anyone else, “I’ll never get out of here,” and she just knows that Jamie will understand. Jamie is clearly more than happy to just listen to her, support her, be there for her. He loves her so much already - but Claire doesn’t - or won’t - see it.

What intrigues me about this scene is what we *don’t* see - what was Claire’s thought process in seeking Jamie out? How did she approach him? What else did they talk about? Has she been seeking him out every day since the Cranesmuir incident? Do they only see each other at the stables? Does anyone else know they’re spending so much time together?

This small scene speaks volumes about the trust and honesty they already have with each other. About the intimacy that they’re already building. And about how they both provide - and expect - support for and from each other. It’s so important to show how Jamie and Claire are friends, first and foremost - because this friendship is the core of their marriage, and explains why and how they just *enjoy* being around each other, and why they can talk about anything and everything. Something we see over and over throughout the Books.

#outlander #outlander 01x03 #jamie and claire