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Leto! Joker x side chick! Reader ig…

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Barely proofread ts so i’m so sorry if u see errors

pt 2

Description: You work at one of Joker’s clubs and he starts to take an interest in you….

Every night there would be presents and money left on my small table in my small ass kitchen in this small ass apartment. 

It all started when I finally learned the real identity of my boss’s boss’s boss at the club I worked at. I really needed money desperately for my family who lived out of the country. I’m currently working on the papers so they can gain legal presence but until then I need to work hard and study hard. 

At the club I worked at, they paid me better than most places and I would be able to go to university in the daytime and work at night. 

The club was pretty high class, there were many high profile politicians who were VIPs. Given that they were even at a club, they were most if not all sleezebags who tried to hit on the staff to the point that I could file sexual harassment charges. But nevermind that. 

The club was so high class and full of VIPs that I didn’t expect it to be owned by the biggest crime lord in this city, the Joker. This whole city was corrupt in and out. Even if I tried to file those sexual harassment charges I would’ve been shut up instantly. 

When I saw this head of green hair and his pale deathly looking skin and his red lips that I couldn’t tell if it was lipstick or blood, I tried my best to not be noticed by him. 

Though he looked like a corpse he was extremely attractive. Maybe in another universe I would actually try to get at him. Well and if his fellow Clown Queen of Crime didn't exist. She frightens me even more than Joker. Well actually that’s a lie but as a girl I can say that we’re ruthless when it comes to boyfriends and husbands and such. Too blind and in too much love to use actual reason.

Harley’s beautiful though they genuinely look good together. 

I went over to Joker’s table where he was talking to (or more like taunting) his client to drop off the drinks. It seemed that everyone else already knew what his regular drink was and his client’s. 

I tried my best not to mess up or to not loudly drop the drinks because at this moment I could actually not stop my whole body from shaking. They continued talking about their deal without even looking at me. I kept a friendly smile on my face. 

I walked off a bit quickly because I was terrified. Yet I felt like someone was staring right at me. I quickly turned my head and all I could see in that moment was Joker with his usual devilishly grin looking straight at me. My blood ran cold. 

When I was out of his sight I closed my eyes and started to pray. 

‘Dear God, please forgive me for any sins I have committed for I do not want to die tonight. I have too much to live for so please don’t let me die. Thank you for everything you have blessed me with Lord, amen.’ 

I was crying internally. 

Literally was gonna kill myself right then and there. But I brought myself back to reality and back to work. 

Whenever I would come to work the Joker would be there with Harley. 

I literally think I’m going crazy because I think he keeps looking straight at me…. With his girlfriend/wife/partner in crime which was even worse. Yeah he was hot but cheating men are scum of the Earth. And Joker’s a mass murderer and other stuff. To be honest I kinda forgot I’ve been too busy with school to care about politics….

I finally got a shift off and a day off of school today. I’m just gonna sleep and lounge around and be fat. I got out of my bed to go get some more ice cream in my kitchen. 

It felt a bit unnerving when I was in the kitchen, like someone was watching me. I shook off the feeling because I had locks on every single window and door. The crime in my country is a bit bad so Gotham wasn’t that much different. 

As soon as I turned around to go back to my bedroom with my ice cream in hand…

“Boo!” 

“What the fuck?!” I screamed so loud that I dropped my bowl of ice cream and it shattered. 

“The look on your face doll… it’s so… funny!” The intruder was the Joker and he couldn’t and wouldn’t stop laughing at my reaction. 

“…” I just stood there in silence thinking about how that bowl was so expensive…

I didn’t want my floor to be sticky so I started picking up shards of the really expensive bowl. 

“Aww~ Are you.. mad doll~?” He teased me with his usual grin. 

“Not really, I’m just a little sad because this bowl was really expensive.” I sighed to myself. 

“If that’s it then here.” Joker tossed money at me. 

“Um… It’s okay I’ll just work for it back.” My mom always taught me that I shouldn’t accept money and that I should always offer to pay so I gave that money back to him. 

“Just take it Doll, think of it as my~ first~ gift~ to~ you~” he really emphasized on the last part like really. 

He got comfy and sat down on a table chair as I cleaned the floor from the sticky mess. 

That sounds a little wrong, I just mean my ice cream trust…

After cleaning it all, it occurred to me…

Why and how did the Joker get into my apartment…

My blood ran cold. I feel like I could turn into a reptile with how much my blood goes cold. 

“I liked seeing you at my club but I like seeing you in this shaggy apartment more.” He looked at me. 

“Um… how did you get in here?” I spoke quietly afraid I would somehow strike a nerve. 

“It was easy! I broke your window.” He spoke like he just finished climbing Mt. Everest. 

My mouth dropped to the floor. 

Like I tried to close it but it just wouldn't. 

“…” 

“What~? Cat got your tongue Doll?” He grinned. 

I’m actually going to kill myself. 

At this point I hope he pulls out the glock 19 and shoots me….

Wait but all my windows are barred up…

I looked into my living room and realized there was glass everywhere and the metal bar was stretched apart enough where it would fit the Joker perfectly. 

Calculating the cost in my head I actually started to cry. Tears ran down my face. 

I would be fine if I picked up a few extra shifts but I had to study more because finals were coming up. I’ll have to cut down on food and sleep…

The Joker awkwardly patted my back. 

“Here’s some more money Princess.” 

“I.. Cant accept it.” I said between sniffles and pushed his money back to him. 

He suddenly grabbed my head with both his hands and made me stare him in the eye. 

“Take. The. Money. Princess. Or else I’ll shove it down your throat.” His face was way too close to mine. 

“Thank you…” I tried my best to smile while he was still manhandling my head. 

He kissed me out of literally nowhere. 

My blood went cold again. 

I don’t want to be a mistress or some side bitch….

And Harley’s gonna kill me……

Yet it felt so good. 

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Spiderman’s Biggest Fan |  Jaime Reyes part 4

summary:  Jaime Reyes is the biggest spiderman fan. His girlfriend on the other hand is Spiderman's biggest hater. 

pairings: Jaime Reyes x Spiderman! FemReader 

a/n:  Part 4 baby! Hope you guys are enjoying this little series.  I know I said this was going to be the last part but I’m going to do one last part because 5 is my lucky number. Sorry in advance

warning: English isn’t my main language. Angsty and kinda sad. Not edited

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part one. part two  part three part five

Aunt Marisol was dead.

The last ounce of family she had was dead and she left like a coward. Her mom and dad were gone before she had consciousness. Her uncle Ben died before she could even graduate high school and now Aunt Marisol, the only person she had left was gone. She had left her to root under piles of blocks. The person that raised her and took care of her most of her life was treated like shit. 

Y/n was a murderer. Even though she didn’t throw the bomb after her, she knew that the cause of it was her own fault.  She felt guilty for her aunt's death, if she weren't bitten by that damn radioactive spider she would be with her aunt right now, chatting about God knows what. If she would’ve organized herself and her life better she wouldn’t be dragging other people into her problems. There was no time to regret her actions, because that for sure wasn’t going to bring Marisol back. All she had of her were two things, the fight two hours prior to her death  and her words stuck in the back of her head. 

With great power comes great responsibility.  

Aunt Marisol didn’t recognize the person she had become but in all honesty. She couldn’t recognize the person she had become either. The real her would’ve stayed with Aunt Marisol. She would’ve, scratch that, She should be with The Reyes family, she should be showing her face at Marisol funeral, she should be mourning her aunt's death but there she was, avoiding everything and everyone. She hadn’t heard a thing from The Reyes family, not because they weren’t communicating with her, her phone had been blown up with text messages she decided to ignore, not ready to face anyone, specifically Jaime. 

Y/n in the past three weeks was houseless, her secret was out for Milagro to spill at any second, villains were on the loose making Palmera a big threat to civilians. She was on the verge of dropping out of grad school. She also assumed she was fired from her job and she didn’t have a clue if the Reyes family was okay since she didn’t want to anything, she didn’t want their pity or the mutual sadness, she couldn’t deal with that right now. 

With great power comes great responsibility, yet right now Y/n couldn’t even deal with the responsibility of keeping herself afloat , let alone save  a whole city. She finally accepted that she had lost it.  

It was clear that her priorities weren’t straight, she was aware of that. But all she wanted to do was stay in a corner while the funeral service started. Y/n had no intention of talking to anyone. She didn’t feel like hearing people's pity stories. She was used to it already growing up without parents made her get used to peoples sad eyes and pity glances. It didn’t help, so why even pay attention to them. Half way through the services Y/n managed to take her phone out distracting herself from the cries she could hear all over the room. 

As she scrolled around her eyes locked with a pair of  yellow eyes glowing towards her. Her eyes focused on the report that was glowing from her phone as she felt shivers down her spine remembering what Karen said. She should’ve called for backup when Karen suggested it. He could’ve helped her and maybe there could have been a chance she survived. Seeing him made her feel more guilty than before. A constant reminder that Marisol was dead and it was all her fault. 

Blue Beetle. 

The rising super hero that had shown up out of nowhere to save the day. Y/n never really trusted the Kord legacy and weirdly enough, Blue Beetle was associated with them. Which in her head meant that Blue Beetle wasn’t one to trust. But who could blame her? Ever since he showed up nothing but chaos came to the Palmera citizens. Something that Kord enterprises was known for doing so it wouldn’t surprise Y/n if he was associated with them and their evil origins. 

Her eyes glared at the screen in front of her not noticing how Jaime sat next to her quietly waiting for her to notice. Her thoughts snapback to reality as she felt Jaime rest his hand on her thigh. Her eyes wandered towards his face, noticing the tear filled eyes. Y/n looked at him with a sourlook. She wasn’t going to cry in front of him. She couldn’t break right now. She was going to keep Jaime safe. 

Jaime had a family to take care of. He was already dealing with grad school, work and his family. Having her in the mix made things worse, he had recently lost his dad, his house and now Aunt Marisol. Y/n couldn’t risk someone else being added to the dead list. 

“Can we please talk?” Jaime managed to get out as he extended his hand towards her. Y/n softly nodded holding his hand while heading to the exit noticing how the Reyes family eyes followed her. She shocked her head as she looked at the exit avoiding their eyes. 

As Jaime and Y/n headed outside both of them sat on a small bench outside, none of them daring to break the silence surrounding them. Y/n played with her hands as Jaime heard Khaji Da telling about Y/n's off demeanor. 

“How is everything going? Where are you guys staying?” Y/n asked, breaking the uncomfortable silence surrounding them.  

“I guess we are as good as it can get. Jenny actually helped us with a place to stay while we fix the house” Jaime replied softly as Y/n grimace as the name of Jenny Kord  got brought up. 

“Well, I’m glad”She replied as she played with her lips softly not knowing what to say. 

“You know, I know this is a lot for you but I really want to help you, Y/n. But I can’t help you if you continue to push me away. I know this is all of a sudden but you can’t keep pushing me away. I was really worried about you. I thought you died too!” Jaime exclaimed as his voice broke.

"I just..." before Y/n could even continue talking Jaime stopped her words.

"I know this may sound dumb but I think you need to hear this right now. I know for a fact Spiderman will find those people that got aunt Marisol and he will do the right thing."

"Jaime, for fuck's sakes! The only thing you talk about is that damn Spiderman. Fuck him all he does is fuck peoples lives off. If he were actually good, if any hero was actually good, there wouldn't be any crime, but Palmera is getting fucked by the second and your little Spiderman or that damn beetle haven't done a thing. Open your eyes Jaime. The only moment where heroes have actually done anything is in the damn comics your read, beside from that they are not to be trust"

Jaime stared at her agape not knowing what to say. He never intended for this conversation to take the route it was currently in. He wanted to tell Y/n to stay with them. He wanted to help her, not fight with her outside of a funeral home.

Y/n closed her eyes in pain knowing what she had to do. As much as it was going to hurt the both of them she knew it had to be done now, for their safety and relationship. Y/n stayed quiet for a few minutes much to Jaimes dismay. 

“I think it’s best if we broke up” Y/n replied nonchalantly as she looked him dead in the eyes. She watched as Jaimes face dropped and more tears threatened to spill as she stayed with a neutral look on her face making Jaime even more hurt. 

“What?” Jaime's voice broke as his eyes widened, not believing what was going on.  Y/n took a deep breath and turned to the side not wanting to see his broken face, knowing that she couldn’t take it anymore. 

“I’m glad that you came here to show support and everything. I’m grateful for everything we have done as a couple but  right I think it’s best for us to take a break Jaime. There’s a lot of things going on and I need time” 

“Are you hearing yourself right now? I just told you about opening up to me and not pushing me away. That’s what you are doing right now. I can’t help you if you are constantly pushing me away. I’m all that you have left. What the hell happened to forever”  Jaime exclaimed  angrily, getting up. Y/n focused her eyesight towards the sidewalk in front of her not wanting to face Jaime. 

“I’m not asking for your help Jaime. I’m telling now that maybe us, this, wasn’t meant to be forever. That’s something you need to get through your head. Now, as I said, thank you for showing up. I’m sure that Aunt Marisol appreciates it, but I need to go back inside to talk to people. Goodnight Jaime” Y/n replied calmly, giving her back towards Jaime as tears fell from her cheeks hearing the cries escaping Jaime’s lips. 

With great power comes great responsibility.  

Jaime was right. Spiderman will find those assholes that killed aunt Marisol and she was going to do the right thing. Even if it took to kill them in the process.

That was Y/n's new purpose in life.

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part five.

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All Yours pt. 6

Ethan Landry x fem. Reader, reader is a little naive and Ethan’s obsessed, eventual smut

Warnings: small mentions of murder and voyeur behavior.

You wake up, feeling groggy. You stretch your arms up and look to your left, expecting to see a sleeping boy. But he wasn’t there. Did he leave? You almost pout as you stand up.

You touch your lips. The memory of your kiss with Ethan is still fresh in your mind. Your stomach is fluttering at the thought of him. You look over at the couch and see your roomie and her girlfriend passed out in each other’s arms. They look cute, adorable. Would you and Ethan look like that?

What were you and Ethan? You shared one kiss. But what does that mean? He was clearly reaching for more than a kiss. His hands would’ve pulled your pants down if you hadn’t gotten nervous. You were surprised by that. You never thought Ethan would be so needy like that. He touched you with passion, desperation, lust.

Ethan walked out from the bathroom and back to you, seeing you standing there in living room. He was surprised you were awake; you didn’t even move when he got up. “You’re awake,” he smiles.

You perk up at his voice. “Ethan,” you smile back. He walks over to you and holds your waist. You shyly look away from his gaze, letting him press kisses on your temple and cheek.

“Sweet thing...what are you doing awake? It’s 5 in the morning.”

“Why are you awake?” You retort. Smart girl.

“I had to use the bathroom. I haven’t been gone long.” It was a lie. He was whispering to his sister in the bathroom for a while:

“What’s your plan? Take your plaything along for the ride?” Quinn whispered in disgust.

“Don’t call her that,” he snapped. Quinn rolled her eyes.

“I call it like I see it, little brother.” She grabbed the collar of his shirt tightly. Ethan’s bigger in muscle, weight, and height. Yet Quinn could make him quiver. She has power over him; they’re family.

“If this girl becomes more of a distraction, I’ll tell dad. And you know what he’ll do next.” Ethan grabs her wrist and yanks it off of him.

“She won’t. I promise.”

He presses a kiss on your forehead. “Did you sleep good?”

“Mhm. I liked having you by my side.”

“That can become a reoccurring thing, if you want.”

“Really?”

“Of course. I’d do anything for you,” he states. He cups your face to kiss you again, but someone’s voice cuts through the air:

“Morning.” You both flinch and look over at the kitchen, seeing Sam drink coffee. You let go of Ethan and turn away from him, but his hands find your waist again. He holds you from behind, with a perfectly calm expression.

“I didn’t know you were awake!” You laugh nervously.

“I gathered,” Sam responds. She grabs mugs from the cabinet and placed them on the counter. “If you guys want some coffee, you can have some. I made enough for all of you.”

“Thank you, Sam. I appreciate it,” You say kindly. She offers a small smile before walking off to her room. You let out a breath that you didn’t know you were even holding. Shit. Sam might say something to the others. Or she wouldn’t! You haven’t know her that long. You only met her through Anika, who invited you over to Sam’s apartment for dinner. That’s how you got properly acquainted with the rest of the group. She could keep it to herself.

“What are you thinking so hard about?” Ethan’s soft voice brings you back from your thoughts. You turn around to face him.

“What are we?”

“I’m sorry?”

“What is this…us? Do you want us to be together?” Ethan snorts. He brushes your hair out of the way and places more kisses on your cheek.

“Of course I do. I don’t touch everyone like this.” His lips press against your jaw, then down your neck. “I want you to be my girlfriend. Do you want that?” Your breath hitches.

“Yes,” you answer with complete certainty. You want Ethan to be yours. You want to be his. What would that bring? You didn’t really know; you almost didn’t care.

You just want him to touch you like this, to speak to you with that special voice of his. You feel your lower stomach flutter again as you see him smile. You can see the joy in his eyes. “Really? You mean it?”

“Yes. A thousand times, yes.” He peppers your face with more kisses, making you giggle. You had never seen him so happy. Neither had his sister, who was standing silently near the couch.

She’s pissed, beyond pissed. She promised she wouldn’t utter a word to their father, not unless it becomes a bigger problem. But she knew it would. She knew her brother well. She knew how his creepy mind worked. And their father did too. Yet he didn’t notice. He was too focused on the mission: kill the Carpenter sisters, avenge Richie.

She almost feels bad for her brother. If things were different, she could see Ethan and you truly being happy together for a long time. But she knew that wouldn’t happen. You would have to be crazy, so insanely in love with him. You would have to glaze over the fact that he kills, that he stalks you and watches you.

“Morning you guys!” Quinn plasters a fake smile as she walks past you and her brother. Ethan takes his hands off of you and walks towards the kitchen. He grabs a mug off the counter and holds it out in front of Quinn.

“Would you pour some for me?” He gives the same fake smile back. Her eyes narrow at his. “Of course.” She keeps the smile strong as she pours coffee into his mug, holding his stare. You look at the two of them strangely. Weird.

When the others all woke up, Sam made you all breakfast. Toast and eggs, a simple meal that everyone enjoyed. You and Ethan shared quick glanced throughout the meal whilst everyone spoke. You added onto the chatter, talking about your plans for the day. You had three classes to go to, but you were hesitant to go. Ghostface was also fresh on everyone’s minds, including yours.

“You should all go to your classes. But we’ll meet up around lunch. I’m gonna talk to the police again,” Sam explains.

“I’ll come with you,” Tara declares. Tara sighs. “I’d rather you go to your classes, Tara.”

“I’m not gonna leave you now. The police will wanna speak to both of us again. It’s better if I go.” Sam softly smiles at her little sister. “Okay.”

“Chad where did you sleep last night?” Anika asks.

“On the floor.”

“Alone?”

Mindy almost snorts out her coffee.“Doubtful. He was probably snuggling up to Ta-” Anika kicks her shin hard, making Mindy wince.

“For your information, I wasn’t. Tara and Sam slept in the bed together.”

“Sad,” Mindy mutters under her breath before eating more of her eggs.

“Guys play nice.”

“Sorry, Sam.” The Meek-Martin twins apologize in sync.

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i think a snickers would’ve fixed baldr tbh

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hi! can you NOT make jokes about the worst massacre that’s happened here in centuries?? my girlfriend was murdered that day but i guess people like you just love taking advantage of tragedies for funny internet clout. i hope you lose your heart in another world.

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she baldr on my dr until i bald

#get off my post i literally lost someone too

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my missing brother, brani, is finally back!!!! i’ve been so so worried for forever. thank you everyone who prayed with me 🙏

#he is acting a little weird though if i’m being honest #freya speaks

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sometimes i feel like my taste in men is bad and then i remember there are multiple secret societies entirely dedicated to thirsting after master brain

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you ever see a post that just looks like someone swinging a keyblade at a flappy bugs nest

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let’s explore the nearby abandoned towns together!

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it’s really awful how people are acting like it’s illegal to have a sense of humor anymore. even in the wake of tragedy, humans have always been humans. plus it’s been almost a year now. life goes on, you know?

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the context for this post is op lost their job and reputation because they laughed at the funeral of a little girl named vör when the person giving the eulogy couldn’t be bothered to learn how to pronounce her name correctly. please for the love of light stop blindly reblogging things like this.

#oh ewww i hate people

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to the anon who just sent that long-winded ask: my blog is my space. if you don’t like what i post then move on.

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It drives me insane whenever people frame it like Baldr 'succumbing to darkness' and going crazy was inevitable. Sure, darkness played a part in that tragedy, but it completely overlooks the reality of how Master Odin failed to take care of that child at every step of the way. The boy was lost in grief, and the adult who was supposed to take care of him shoved him in an asylum-like room alone? Are we really going to leave that part out in favor of pushing the narrative that people prone to darkness are simply evil at heart? He could have lived a happy life being himself if he had been supported and nurtured. It didn’t have to be this way.

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Right? We could have saved him from his darkness! He was our friend….

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That’s… not at all what I was saying, but I suppose a stupid comment like this is to be expected from somebody with ‘darkness dni’ in their bio. Thanks for trying.

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‘darkness played a part in that tragedy’ not you sugarcoating what happened for the sake of pushing YOUR narrative that the thing that’s been killing people since the dawn of time can possibly be anything but toxic. how many people have to die before people like you get in touch with reality???

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Sounds about right from someone who went through the Scala Ad Caelum public school system. Have you ever tried reading a book other than what was assigned for class? Please check your natural-light privilege and ignorance. Thanks.

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look out lads we got another conspiracy theorist ‘homeschool your kids’ dork lmao

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And do you read anything other than sigurd x reader fanfiction, based on the first seven posts on your blog?

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the notes on this post were so toxic staff just axed ‘em

#sent to me #thank you joker

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Spencer Reid x she/her!reader

warnings: mentions of rape and abuse, no graphic descriptions

Where You Belong

As Spencer stalks the corridor of prison cells, he cant help but feel a little smug. He really did well in ensuring this monster would end up in the closest place to hell he could find. During one of the six nights of your absence, Spencer looked into the most notoriously brutal prisons in the country, just so he knew exactly where to send the man that had taken you. Usually, the prisons that serial killers end up in isnt up to the BAU, but being close friends with a tech genius like Penelope Garcia meant that it really wasnt difficult to switch the name of the prison the monster was to be sent to, marking it up as a hitch in the prison data systems. Penelope isnt one for revenge, but her along with the entire team adore you as well as Spencer, and they saw how broken he was without you; knowing what was happening to you because you were the thirteenth victim of the unsub meant everyone wanted the scum dead.

Spencer knew that he wanted to visit him at least once, to put him in his place one last time, within the walls he would be trapped in for the rest of his miserable life. Showing the prison guard his ID, the guard nods at him and lets him into the visitation room, where the monster is waiting for him. Spencer gleefully notices the resemblance between this scene and the first time he had met this man, except this time he’s handcuffed to a table and wearing a prison uniform.

“I had hoped you would be bringing the ever so lovely (Y/N) with you.” The scum chirps, far too thrilled by this situation. Spencer will soon put a stop to that.

“You dont deserve to breathe the same air as her, let alone see her.” Spencer tells him, his voice controlled and quiet as he stands at the opposite side of the table, staring him down.

“That’s a shame, I would’ve adored seeing her reaction to me smiling at her.” The serial killer grins wickedly.

“You’ll never know, because she’s under my protection.” Spencer declares.

“You mean like she was the night I took her?” The monster smirks, thinking he’s got leverage over Spencer.

Although his words sting, Spencer has far more leverage prepared. “I will regret not going into her home that night for the rest of my life, but the fact that you’re here makes both her and I feel a lot better.”

The scum leans towards him. “She will never recover from what I did.”

Spencer walks to the side of the room to glance out of the small window. “And that is the reason you are here.”

The embodiment of evil scoffs, revealing his narcissism further, as if it wasnt already blindingly obvious. “Im here because I killed twelve women and mercilessly beat your girlfriend.”

Spencer is quick to turn on his heel and lean against the wall with his hands in his suit trouser pockets, meeting those beady eyes with a steely gaze. “No, you are in here because (Y/N) is alive. If you had killed her, I would have killed you myself.”

“Oh, is that so?” The murderer tries to laugh off Spencer’s words, but his fear shines through. Handcuffed to a table in a prison as notoriously brutal as this one, Spencer could do whatever he wanted and the guards would turn a blind eye.

“Do you want to know the reasons behind your failure?”

“Please, do tell!” The subhuman is enthralled by any conversation about himself, which is exactly why Spencer approached this new conversation in the way he did; now the bitch has no choice but to listen to him.

The genius takes very slow, casual steps towards him as he talks, glancing around the room as though the topic has little interest to him, further infuriating the prisoner. “You abandoned your M.O and victim pool, you made it personal and left behind your own methods, meaning you were clumsy and made mistakes. Previously, your abductions were in broad daylight, you kept each woman for a week and then raped them and slit their throats, choosing to dump them outside of the high school where you were first rejected by a girl you liked, isnt that right?” He deliberately meets his gaze again upon asking the question.

The killer shuffles uncomfortably.

Spencer continues. “And at one of those crime scenes, you overheard me figuring out the exact cause of your rage, so you decided to make it personal and take (Y/N). Though that mistake could have been fatal for you, the next mistake you made actually saved your life.”

“How so?” The killer asks, trying to hide his shaking legs beneath the table.

Spencer keeps his hands in his pockets as he stands directly beside the man handcuffed to the table, towering over him with unseen authority. “You underestimated her. You thought that cruel words and beating her would be enough to break her, but you were wrong. Because every second she spent with you, she knew that I was coming to get her, she knew that if she made herself more interesting to you then she could buy herself as much time as possible for me and my team to find her. She played you, and she won.” The monster parts his mouth to retort, but Spencer tilts his head and frowns. “Oh, did you think she wouldnt tell me about her pressing you for information about the girl that rejected you, using the kindness and persuasion only (Y/N) possesses to her own advantage, until you started crying and showing her pictures of the girl who never even knew you existed?” Spencer laughs darkly. “You are absolutely pathetic.” He shakes his head and walks back around the table. “You got more than just the girlfriend of an FBI agent when you took (Y/N), and she broke you. You lost, and the whole world knows.” Spencer stops when he reaches the door of the visitation room. “Especially your fellow inmates, who will most likely enjoy making you cry, over and over again, until you are begging them to stop in the same way those women begged you. And just like you, they dont remember the meaning of mercy.” He holds his gaze just long enough to make him squirm, and then he leaves, without giving the subhuman anytime to respond and reinforce his ego, because Spencer knows that will haunt him for the rest of his days.

The drive home, Spencer is sure his car is powered by his own adrenaline. Despite feeling relieved at getting the closure he needed, it isnt until he sees you sitting up on the couch in a cocoon of blankets, hiding everything except your face as you stare at your laptop screen, that Spencer truly relaxes. The chuckle that leaves his lips is so light and joyous, he feels like he’s spent a lifetime with you experiencing nothing but bliss, and the memories of the past hour feel as though they belonged to an ancestor. Kicking off his shoes, Spencer drops his keys to your house on the table, undoes his tie and places it on the back of the couch, before flopping down next to you.

“Cozy, angel?” He asks quietly.

“Mhmm!” She nods excitedly, unable to tear her gaze from the show she’s binging on Netflix.

Spencer laughs at how adorable you are. “Is there room for two in there?”

Only words that lead to cuddles have the tower to break your concentration, you turn to him with a beaming smile and open up your blanket cocoon. “Of course!”

Spencer grins and wraps his arms around your waist, lifting you onto his lap and cradling you, placing a soft kiss on your forehead and cheek, which you thank him for by returning the kisses to his forehead and cheek. The two of you smile and snuggle up under what is now a blanket mountain rather than a cocoon, and you begin explaining to Spencer what he missed in the last episode of the show that you watched while he was gone.

Because you are returning to normal life, you are feeling safe in your home again, and you will ask Spencer about the visit when you feel like you’re ready to hear it. You are exactly where you belong, so is Spencer, and so is he.

#spencer reid #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid x reader #criminal minds #x reader #fanfic #fanfiction #imagine #imagines #headcannon

[lovezbrownies]

Fem! Yandere Military Chief

Hello! My third fanfic this is so exciting >0< I can't wait to write more, especially since I have even more characters in mind to write for!

MINORS DNI!!

Word count: 1,033

Warnings!: Nsfw mentions, physical abuse (towaards reader), Torture (towards reader and others), murder (not towards reader), hinted psychological abuse (towards reader), isolation of reader, death of a parent, controlling behaviour, obsessive and possessive behaviour, essentially this woman is a red flag.

Name: Gen Ludenhart.

Gen adored you, oh how she adored you. Even in an important meeting like this she can’t focus on the words being said as she fantasizes about finally coming back home to her sweet darling. You and Gen have been in a relationship for three beautifully long years. Gen, being the lovely wife she is, ensured you moved in with her within the first two months of dating and married within a year in.

The work day felt long, but the ride home felt even longer. The anticipation of finally seeing her cute spouse waiting at home for her made Gen count down the very seconds until her arrival back home. And once Gen finally enters her mansion (paid for by the noble court for her deeds.) she feels an immediate relief wash over her now, knowing she is within the vicinity of her beloved darling.

Gen is, as usual, greeted by the head maid. ‘’Call my darling down to the lounge room, will you Reina?” Reina nods, walking off to complete the task given to her. Gen goes to said lounge room, looking at herself in the mirror hanging on one of the walls, making sure she looks her best for you.

The soft clicking of shoes alerts Gen as she seats herself on her favourite armchair, waiting impatiently, staring at the entrance until you finally enter, behind you stood Reina. Gen waved a dismissal wave towards Reina as she holds out her arms, “Ah my dear, how I’ve missed you so~ Come, come, sit.’’ You knew the routine. Gen comes back home, she calls for you, you sit on her lap until she has held her pent up frustration as long as she can and takes the both of you to your private chambers for some ‘’fun time’’.

It never gets old, even when she is pleasuring you she incorporates something new in the way she gives you pleasure, always doting, always caring, always watching. You’ve tried all you could to plan some escape behind Gen’s back, she might be strategically smart but when it comes to you? She’s stupid in love, can’t even see how uncomfortable you are 85% of the time. So that would mean it would be easy to run away right?

Wrong. The only obstacle to your masterful escape was Reina. Loyal fucking Reina. It feels like she can constantly read your plan, anytime you see an opportunity such as an open window or an unlocked door to the outside and begin thinking up a plan she almost immediately cracks down on it and shuts down any chance of escape. Gen doesn’t see it but Reina is devoted solely to Gen, no one’s sure if its out of love or because Gen pays for her loyalty, whatever the case, she is annoying.

Either way, it seems like you are eternally stuck with Gen, to the end of days. Maybe that would’ve been nice, maybe her coddling you would’ve been comforting, had she not falsely accused your father of a heinous crime, ordering him to be executed. Had she not left your mother widowed, now poor and jobless, barely able to sustain herself. Had she not made everyone turn their backs on you after she had blackmailed them. Had she not kidnapped, tortured, and murdered your betrothed, your darling, your dear girlfriend. Maybe then, you would’ve reciprocated all the affection, cuddles, adoration.

Life wasn’t meant to be like this, sitting on the lap of the person who killed your father and your girlfriend and ruined your life completely. But when you don’t agree to her terms, the aggression she was trained to use on a daily basis returns home with her and she tortures you for hours on end, never relenting until you learn your lesson. Life is not perfect or sweet. Life is miserable, she is psychotic. Even the mere mention of her name strikes fear within your heart.

Anytime you see anyone from the outside world, which is almost never, you beg them to save you from the vicious claws belonging to Gen Aliya Ludenhart. The first was Reina, that resulted in a slap across the face. Gen believed that would be the only time so she didn’t want to be cruel, yet. The second was the Chief of Police, Grimm Ludenhart, now, considering he was supposed to save people from criminals, he did the opposite. He let you stay with this fucking psycho, warned her even, told her to be harsher. And she was, this time she had taken her electric baton, and fried your skin for half an hour. All the scarring had been healed and removed by sweet Gen, citing that she didn’t want her darling angel to be insecure of her scarring, and due to public image as well.

People with elemental powers usually made you star struck and jealous of their power. Some people even have two elements, and Gen seemingly is also dual-elemented. Would’ve been amazing if she was a real doting, caring, loving, not psychotic murderer. But she always uses her powers against you, she controls earth, so when you need to be punished she uses her earth magic. When the sessions of torture end she makes you feel all better with her water magic. “See, dear? I do this because I love you, if I didn’t love you I wouldn’t have healed you, no I’d leave you for dead just like that pest ex-girlfriend of yours! You should be more grateful for me, love! Or else you would’ve ended up with a psycho!” She is the damn psycho you ended up with, but okay.

All in all, you will never have a normal life again, Gen A. Ludenhart will make to sure to have complete control over every decision you make, every step you take, she will be watching you. What’s worse is that everyone is on her side, either afraid of what she would do to them if they help you, or they agree with what she’s doing– Ahem her brother Grimm Ahem– and encourage her whole-heartedly. Have fun thinking of all the people who died because you asked her for directions once in some random marketplace.

#x reader #reader-insert #yandere x reader #oc x reader #yandere #yanderecore #Trigger warning #yandere oc #female yandere #fem!yandere #gn!reader #gender neutral #Gen Ludenhart #dark yandere #tw yandere #yandere aesthetic #my character #yandere oc x reader #yandere x y/n #no use of y/n #gn!y/n #yandere oc x y/n #dark oc x reader #gn!darling #yandere x darling #yandere oc x darling #oc x darling #oc yandere #gn reader #fem yandere

[sharkneto]

if you had a chance to write for the umbrella academy, what’s something you would’ve added or removed or otherwise changed about show canon

Oh. What an ask! You know, I try to stay positive here on tunglr.com about the Umbrella Academy. I adore the show, love the characters, focus on the positive and things I like rather than the negative things I don't. That said, the show has issues, more and more as the seasons progress. I do have opinions. And you asked :)

Read more because this is going to get long.

Starting in S1, there's not much I'd change - S1 is really tight, it's really character focused and its dark themes covered by sibling absurdity is delicious. Only thing I can think of off the top of my head to change is

Five has the gun in the finale. There is no tension with Allison having the gun for if she's going to shoot Viktor or not - we all know she isn't. It also makes Five just running up and getting caught in the energy tentacles stupid because he's never fought like that the entire show, he's more strategic than that. So, Five has the gun, we know from the comics Viktor gets shot -- it makes Five not shooting him more impactful, differentiates Five from his comic counterpart, and in general is a richer character moment for all involved. The only downside to all of that is it sidelines Allison, but some finagling of setting up the situation can put her back in a meaningful position (someone wrote a fantastic reimagining of this scene that gave Five the gun that still kept Allison in a key position with a heartful roll in how it shakes out, probably a couple years ago now. If anyone remembers who wrote that or can link it to me, I'd love to reread it again).

That's really it for S1, off the top of my head, anyway. On to S2! -

Handler stays dead, AJ is the big bad. The only downside to this is that we don't get Kate Walsh back, because she is so much fun, but the Handler absolutely died at the end of S1 and they retconned her to not-die so she could be in S2 (...because Kate Walsh is such a delightful villain). But AJ should have had a bigger roll in S2. He's the head of the whole Commission! The Handler was but a cog in the machine - what does that look like! The Hargreeves suddenly have the entire might of the Commission after them instead of a rogue Handler (pin in that for Point 2). Also, his character design fucking slaps, I'm still obsessed with him. And now, I'm hearing you go: But Lila! And I answer you - AJ is her adopted father. That whole plotpoint stays the same but AJ instead of Handler for parental figure. Diego's reaction to his girlfriend's father being a fish sells that all on its own.

The Commission should not be a benevolent force, with just the Handler as a rogue, evil agent. S1 Commission is a morally dark gray force of bureaucracy hiding behind the uncanny, cheerful veneer of the 50s. Their chosen method for keeping history "on track" is just a fuckton of murder. They left a kid to rot in the apocalypse for four decades. They have an entire department dedicated to making sure disasters occur (through strategic murder). The Infinite Switchboard is also dumb and only exists for fast plot for Diego to figure out what's going on - S1 method for the Commission knowing when the timeline is getting fucked is agents on the ground who call it in (S1 Commission inefficiency, my fucking beloved.). In summary, no one at the Commission is a good person (looking at you Herb and Dot! You are not and should not be positioned as good people!), and making the Handler the ~only~ bad egg there and everyone else positioned as good and allies weakened them significantly as a villain.

Viktor! He shouldn't have had amnesia! Robbed him of character development in facing what he'd done, how his life had been a lie, and the complicated feelings left behind between him and his siblings over all of that. I get it was a comic thing, but they didn't do the comic reason (Shot In Head), and they've changed lots else from the comics, so this should have been another point the deviated from.

Raymond should have gotten to meet Five. I just think that would have been fun.

The song that plays in Viktor's violin mind palace when he's getting tortured should have been [Viktor's] Orchestra from the S1 OST and not that goddamn Bach Partita. They already had a very meaningful and beautiful violin piece composed by Mr. Russo, what are they doing bringing in this random Bach? Missed opportunity. My feelings on this are so strong that I am including it with the above impactful plot changes.

There's probably some smaller tweaks for S2 that I'm not thinking of now, but that covers the main changes and this is already getting long and we haven't even gotten to S3. Because, oh boy. S3.

I give S3 a lot of forgiveness for being made during the pandemic. I think a lot had to be adjusted for Covid restrictions (There was supposed to be a whole Japan trip thing! Which is why the Hotel is all Japanese themed. The trip got scrapped, the theme did not, so it just comes off as weird and orientalist), and they still managed to have really great character moments and developments. That said -

Too much happened in S3. They should have done Sparrows or the Hotel (which I like to call the HOb, and is the shorthand I'll be using from now on). Both with the Kugelblitz made this season insane.

Lila isn't pregnant. The show has a real hard time writing women who aren't mothers or dead and they were almost doing a good job with Lila until this, she almost escaped it. I'm going to be honest, my first thought when it was revealed that she was actually pregnant and it wasn't just Stanley shenanigans was "Oh, abortion". I don't think it makes sense for where she is to be having a kid, and it ties her down in a weird way for the final season. Instead of being about her figuring out her shit after finding out her mom killed her, had her real parents killed, and her life is all a bit of a lie, it's now about being pregnant and/or being a mother.

The HOb isn't some weird universe reset button. Why didn't they like Fucked Up Space Prison from the comics??? That's so much fun! I'd allow it to be paired up with the Sparrows if it's a fucked up space prison, they compliment each other then. It being a reset button that Reggie has known about this whole time and is the reason he collected the kids also doesn't make sense with him killing himself in S1 for the original plot of the show. They almost hit the vibe they could have had with it, with the hallways and floors swapping around. Play with that more, make time weirder, don't have cheap-horror samurai guardians. Forever mourning how much cooler and weirder the HOb could have been.

A lot of people complain that the Sparrows were so minor in the season. I am not one of those people - most of them were tertiary characters, and with all the other plot happening and the focus (rightly) on the Umbrellas, they featured exactly as much as they needed and should have (without changing the season to make them the main antagonists). My only change here is Sloane shouldn't know physics. Why does she know physics and why is she as good as Five, who has 30 years on her. There's no set up or indication she is a math person (she loves reading and travel!) until they have their Kugelblitz math discussion and then it's never alluded to again. Is this petty? Yes. Do I stand by it? Yes.

Ah, Five. Obviously, Five shouldn't be the founder of the Commission. That whole plot, while great for the Five and Lila Frenemy Trip, reeks of Cool Reveal We Thought Of To Be Cool. It doesn't have any real major impact on anything, and it makes no sense for Five as a character that he would have created the Commission and then sat alive in their basement by himself. The guy spent a lifetime alone and tore the universe apart to be with his family and they want me to believe he sets up his life to end by himself and away from his family after making evil corporate time cops? Yeah, alright, sure, mmm-hmm.

There should have been a conversation about what happened in the barn at the end of S2. That was huge - Five unlocked a whole new application of his powers and watched his whole family die again. With the rewind powers, they should have given an in-universe reason for why Five couldn't use them at any point and not just pretend they didn't exist anymore. The Kugelblitz is eating time, if it's eating time there is nothing for Five to rewind or jump back to - there. I did it. Just some sort of acknowledgement for why Five's plot-breaking powers aren't breaking the plot.

Five should have been friendlier and more trusting of Reggie, incorrectly viewing them as relative equals thanks to his age and experience. From Five's point of view, Reginald has always been right and Reginald did help him when he talked to him in the 60s. He's a dick and unpleasant, but so is Five. It was the perfect set up for some delicious betrayal and hard lessons for Five to understand their father the same way the rest of the Umbrellas do.

I'm going to be honest - there is probably plot things I would change for how Harlan slots in with the Kugelblitz, but S3 is my least rewatched season, and when I do rewatch it I usually do a Five Watch (just skip through and watch Five plot), so I do not remember it well enough to point out what I would change.

Final point I'm going to make - Allison. I genuinely loved where Allison went this season. The most controversial part of her plot, assaulting Luther, I thought made perfect sense and I have a lot of thoughts about where her mind was during all of that. But I do not think the writers understood just how fucked up her doing that was, and that scene should have had further fallout and more direct conversation about what happened. Give it more gravity and consequences, if only for Emmy's sake because it really felt like the writers dropped her in the deep end for the amount of hate Allison got for it.

There are probably more things, but it is getting late and this is getting long. I adore this show, but my god does it leave so much potential on the floor. Leaves us lots to write ourselves because of that, I suppose as a silver lining.

#this got looong #so i hope you were expecting and wanting an essay anon #tldr for those not sure if they want to click the Read More: #i went through by season for things i would have changed #they get more numerous and more specific as the seasons go #shark's tua thoughts #ask response #thank you anon this was fun

[numinousmysteries]

Something to Celebrate

@eightnightsofmulder

@today-in-fic

Eight Nights of Mulder Day Three: Celebration

[on Ao3]

December 1995

The case was one dead end after another. They would’ve been back with time to spare, too, if Mulder hadn’t insisted on tracking down and interrogating the missing teenage boy’s estranged father. Unfortunately, he’d been ice fishing off the grid for days with his buddies, an airtight alibi with the walleye to prove it. Once they made it back to Detroit from Billy Graff’s father’s cabin on Lake St. Clair, Billy had been found holed up in a cheap motel with his girlfriend. It turned out his younger sister had caught him sneaking out of the house a week earlier and he’d bribed her to make up a story about witnessing him being taken by a bright light in the sky for their gullible, UFO-obsessed mother.

By the time Billy was safely returned home, the snow that had been teasing the area all week began to fall in earnest. And now they’ve missed their original flight and are stuck in the Detroit Metro Airport for the foreseeable future. 

Even with all the weather delays, the airport is mostly empty. It’s Christmas Eve and everyone is already where they need to be. Officially off the clock, he’s convinced her to have a drink with him at the airport bar. 

“If we get out tomorrow morning you’ll likely make it back for Christmas dinner,” he says, carrying two beer bottles back from the bar to their table. 

She just nods and, fortunately, he doesn’t push it. Last year was her first Christmas without her father and this would be her first without her sister. She feels guilty about leaving her mother with another empty place at the table, but she doesn’t miss facing Bill’s interrogation about her work or having to tell Maggie there are no new leads on Melissa’s murder. 

“I’m sorry I brought us out here for nothing,” he says.

“You didn’t know he made it up,” she replies, staring down at her beer bottle. She understands by now that a sibling gone missing under mysterious circumstances is enough to send them halfway across the country no matter how flimsy the evidence may be. And she knows it’s too sensitive of a point to call him out on.

“Hey,” he says, his eyes lighting up. “Why don’t we have our own little celebration right here?” 

“What are we celebrating, Mulder?”

“Billy Graff is home for the holidays with his family. We both made it through the case unscathed. And I think it’s still Hanukkah.” He gestures over the little battery-powered, flameless candle flickering on their high-top table. “Let’s get eight more of these and we can have our own little festival of lights.” 

She doesn’t have time to protest before he’s off his bar stool, gathering fake candles from the surrounding empty tables. He comes back with both hands full and moves their beer bottles around to make room to line up nine candles in a row.

“Aren’t there supposed to be eight? One for each night?” she asks.

“Oh, Scully, you forget the shamash.”

“The what?” 

“The shamash,” he repeats, acting surprised this isn’t common knowledge for his Irish Catholic partner. “The middle helper candle? The one we use to light the rest?”

“When was the last time you did this Mulder?”

“I’m pretty sure Nixon was in office,” he says. “But don’t worry. Nothing’s changed for over 2,000 years. Here, I’ll come sit next to you.”

He stands and scoots his bar stool until it’s directly next to hers. Their shoulders brush through their suit jackets, and she feels a rush of heat. 

“See, you place the candles right to left, so let’s pretend I already did that,” he sweeps a hand over their improvised menorah. “Then we light the shamash, and use it to light the other candles left to right. Of course, these candles need no oil, pure or otherwise, to keep burning but it’s the thought that counts, right?”

She smiles at him. Her Jewish, agnostic partner, who believes not in God but in astral projection, psychic visions, and chupacabras is guiding her through a bastardization of a religious ritual in the middle of the Detroit Metro Airport. It’s never a dull moment with him.

“Here, I’ll show you,” he says. 

He picks up her hand from the table and covers it with his. They pantomime lighting the middle candle, then using it to light the rest. Even without real flames, his hand feels warm over hers and she realizes this isn’t the worst way to spend Christmas Eve. 

“Baruch atah, Adonai Eloheinu, Melech haolam, asher kid’shanu b’mitzvotav v’tsivanu l’hadlik ner shel Hanukkah,” he whispers in her ear as they pretend to light the candles. “Baruch atah, Adonai Eloheinu, Melech haolam, she-asah nisim la’avoteinu bayamim hahem bazman hazeh.”

“What does it mean?” she asks.

“Oh, you know, the usual,” he sighs. “Bless you God, we thank you for all your wondrous deeds. Although the Yankees haven’t won a World Series in nearly 20 years, so I'm not sure exactly what we’re thanking him for.” 

They’ve mock-lit all the candles now but he’s still holding her hand. She knows she should pull away but she doesn’t want to break the spell. He’s her partner and, she’s slowly starting to realize, her best friend. They don’t do this enough—simply spend time together. That’s not entirely true. They spend nearly every waking hour during the week at each other’s sides, but they’re typically debating a theory or investigating a case, not simply enjoying one another’s company. And for all the times he frustrates, challenges, irritates, and even ditches her, she really does enjoy Mulder’s company. 

“Thank you for sharing this with me,” she says. 

He shrugs, taking his hand off hers to pick up his beer bottle. She immediately notes its absence. “That’s my first time lighting the candles since Samantha was taken. She disappeared a few weeks before Hanukkah, which kind of put a damper on that year’s festivities, and then after that, we stopped practicing.” 

“I understand,” she says, suddenly embarrassed. “I’m sorry if this triggered any bad memories.”

“No, not at all, Scully,” he chuckles. “It was my idea, anyway. Besides, we’re a lot like the Maccabees.”

She isn’t sure where he’s going with this, so she raises an eyebrow as an invitation to continue. 

“We’re the underdogs fighting for what we believe in against all odds, looking for a little light in the darkness.”

He grins at her and she returns the smile. She doesn’t underestimate the significance of him including her in his quest. For so long, he’d been chasing windmills on his own but for three years now he’s had her by his side. She’s seen things she hasn’t been able to explain through science or logic, she’s had her own body manipulated by these shadowy men, and she’s lost her sister to the cause, but she never fled. She never considered abandoning him, tossing him back into the darkness alone. That, at least, is something to celebrate. 

#eightdaysofmulder #eightnightsofmulder #8dom #txf #xf fanfic #xfiles fanfic #msr

[cabinofimagines]

annabwth being jealous over reader?!?!?!

I was going to post this during June for pride month but we need content for her birthday so here it is -Danny

I’m looking (respectfully) —Annabeth Chase xGN!Reader

Annabeth pulls her cap lower to make it harder for others to notice her glare. She is staring, and will only stop once she gets her hands on that trashy idiot that’s been blatantly flirting with you for the past hour.

Everyone knows Annabeth is the jealous type, there’s no discussion there and she knows it. She’s very particular about her things, and she’s extremely protective over her friends— especially you.

You, her significant other for the past four years, ever since you guys were teenagers. High school sweethearts turned into partners for life, Annabeth is smitten, and she is about to break some rando’s nose.

Across the room you feel her stare and grimace slightly, trying to play it cool with the person that’s currently trying their best to impress you. You’re not sure why you haven’t stopped this stranger from making a move, but perhaps it has to do with the fact that they’re not exactly being direct about it.

If they’d been, you would’ve been able to say ‘No, sorry! I have a girlfriend!’ but since they haven’t said or done anything too forward, you’re just standing there like an idiot hoping Annabeth gets a hold of herself before she ends up murdering a classmate.

“Oh, you finished your drink,” The unknown flirt points at your empty cup. “Let me get you a new one...”

You seize the opportunity like your life depends on it —it’s their life that’s hanging on a thread, more like— and you step back, smiling politely.

“Don’t worry, I should go back to my girlfriend already, I’ve kept her waiting long enough and we were about to leave the party anyway...”

“Oh,” The person blinks and looks around, they seem a bit lost. “Sure. Sorry, I didn’t know you were leaving, I hope your girlfriend doesn’t get upset about keeping her waiting.”

“It’s fine,” You assure them. “She’s over there waiting for me, I guess she saw us talking and thought you were a friend of mine so she’s waiting for us to finish here.”

Annabeth’s deep, calculating eyes stare at you from the entrance and even though she’s not scowling, you can feel her impatience. The guy in front of you gulps and steps a little further away, waving at the blonde shortly.

“Well, it was nice meeting you anyway,” They say quietly. “See you...”

“Have a good night!” You reply in a light tone, hoping that makes them feel less idiotic.

When you finally make your way to Annabeth, a little smile makes its way to your features and causes your girlfriend’s frown to deepen.

“You know, if you weren’t such a hermit you would be having more fun at parties— instead of just scaring everyone away with those eyes,” Your hand moves up to gently rub Annabeth’s brow.

While your thumb moves across her forehead, she scoffs a little.

“No one interesting ever comes to these except you.”

“That’s sweet,” You kiss her briefly before adding, “and straight-up bullshit.”

Annabeth finally smiles, though it’s short and really not as pretty as her usual grins.

“Sorry, I know I’m being a party pooper...”

“Meh, you’ll grow out of it, I’m sure,” You shrug, brushing a few strands of hair away from her face. “Once we’re married so you feel sure no one’s going to steal me away, most likely.”

Annabeth pokes your ribs and you laugh, squirming away from reach.

“I promise I’ll stop glaring at every person that is remotely flirty towards you... well no, I promise I won’t kill them. That good enough?”

“Sufficient.”

“Can we go back to my dorm, then?”

“I sure hope you’re not planning to keep me in there while you do homework,” You frown. “Then you’d be a real party pooper.”

“Nah, we’re going to cuddle,” She wraps her arm around your shoulders and walks you out of the house. “And maybe I’ll do homework once you fall asleep.”

#pjo fanfic #hoo #annabeth chase #annabeth chase x reader #Danny's writing

[blossomcats]

lotf fanfic thing

started this over the week when i had no internet. probably not going to continue, but here it is anyway

Jack Merridew was not friends with Ralph Allenbach anymore.

They had had a very long and dramatic fight, something that belonged more in a late-night soap opera than Ralph’s medium-sized bedroom. It involved a lot of screaming, and thankfully Ralph’s parents weren’t home, because a lot of childish insults and embarrassing secrets were thrown around, and Ralph is extremely thankful nobody heard them.

Jack doesn’t like Piggy, thinks he’s a ‘little bitch who clings to your side cause he’s got no other friends’, and Ralph can’t stand Roger, that ‘creepy asshole who’s cheated on his girlfriend too many times to count’. Jack gets annoyed by the way Ralph lets others cling to him, and Ralph isn’t a fan of how Jack treats everyone around him like shit.

Jack says he doesn’t treat Ralph like shit, and Ralph tells him that doesn’t matter, that being the exception to a terrible rule doesn’t make him feel any better. Jack says that apparently nothing does, and Ralph says that isn’t true, that it’s like Jack doesn’t know who he is anymore, and doesn’t want to know.

Ralph can’t remember what started the fight, only knows it was something stupid Jack said. Maybe something about how he’d kill Piggy given the chance, and though Ralph tolerates Jack’s occasional murderous impulses, it’s never been against anyone specific, so Ralph would’ve called him on that, and Jack wouldn’t have taken it well.

Or maybe Jack told him he didn’t like anyone in this stupid shitty town, except Ralph of course, and Ralph got annoyed by his attitude and said something unnecessarily cruel, and then Jack elaborated on why, and Ralph got pissed and told him off.

Ralph could have understood the sentiment of not liking anyone here, though. He didn’t really, didn’t feel like they could really understand him. Except Jack, who was so similar to Ralph but different also, or Simon, who understood everyone. So it probably wasn’t that. 

Then it was the former, and even though Ralph disliked Piggy at times, and couldn’t stand him in others, he didn’t want Piggy dead, and he wouldn’t have wanted to hear someone say they’d like to kill Piggy.

But whatever it was didn’t matter, because they most definitely were no longer friends.

Unfortunately, their biology teacher had not quite gotten the memo, so, because Ralph was her favorite by a mile, they were partnered together for the dissection of a fetal pig.

#jack lotf #ralph lotf #jalph lotf #lotf jalph #lord of the flies #lotf fanfic

[adamwatchesmovies]

The Dead Zone (1983)

You walk into The Dead Zone with certain assumptions based on the names on the poster. Though David Cronenberg has directed many different films in various genres, when you see his name next to Stephen King’s, you expect a lot of gross corpses and nightmare fuel. With Christopher Walken in the lead, you might think the film will be… a bit goofy? I mean let’s face it, he’s basically become a living meme at this point. That’s not what you’re getting. I’m not sure I’d even categorize The Dead Zone as a horror film; it’s a blend between several genres, a great Twilight Zone-type story with an excellent performance from its lead, strong emotions throughout and a great conclusion.

After a date with his girlfriend, Sarah (Brooke Adams), Johnny Smith (Walken) is injured in a car accident and left comatose. Waking up after five years, Johnny discovers he now has psychic abilities. By touching someone, he can learn about their future, past, or parts of their present even they may be unaware of.

In many stories, we’ve seen superheroes lament their extraordinary abilities - it’s never sat well with me. Rotten luck with the girl next door or not, everyone wants to be Spider-Man. In The Dead Zone, Johnny’s power feels like a curse. While he manages to save someone soon after waking up, news of this extraordinary skill quickly spreads and in no time, he’s being hounded by reporters who want to turn him into an exhibit and strangers who want his help for trivial matters like finding a lost dog. The man’s already having a difficult enough time accepting that he no longer has a job or a girlfriend, that he’s missed out on half a decade of living and now this? It’s no wonder he wants to return this gift.

What follows are a series of episodic “adventures” that always ultimately return to Johnny and his relationship with the rest of the world as seen by the way he interacts with children. When the film begins, he is a school teacher. When he wakes up from his coma, he has lost his job and learns that Sarah now has a husband and a young child of her own. She represents the life he missed because of his accident. Later, a 15-year-old girl is murdered by a serial killer and authorities briefly convince Johnny to return to the world from his self-imposed exile to help with the investigation. In another film, this hunt for a murderer with Sheriff George Bannerman (Tom Skerritt) would’ve been the whole movie. Here, it’s just a snippet of a bigger story as Johnny figures out how and when he wants to use his abilities. His desire to have a family, to keep children safe or to follow his calling as a teacher always bring him back to our world but his ability to see beyond pushes him away. Meanwhile, the mysteries to solve always remain secondary to the emotional journey. It’s a perfect marriage delicately balanced by director Cronenberg, who infuses so much humanity in this fantastic tale.

As Johnny, Christopher Walken delivers an excellent performance. You can feel the whirlwind of conflicting emotions within him. The heartbreak of losing his sweetheart, the daunting questions regarding his abilities, the frustration and isolation that come with his newfound fame. He’s aided by an excellent screenplay by Jeffrey Boam, who improves the novel by King by tying every episode together thematically and condensing the story into an efficient package.

The Dead Zone easily ranks among the best adaptations of Stephen King’s works. It’s so much more than its premise, which is saying something considering the potential of Johnny’s abilities. The characters are rich, the interactions are emotional and human. The conclusion is perfect. I’m not sure how it would play out a second time when you know the answers to each of the mysteries we encounter but I intend to find out. It’s a movie you’ll want to revisit. (August 20, 2021)

#The Dead Zone #movies #films #movie reviews #film reviews #David Cronenberg #Jeffrey Boam #Stephen King #Christopher Walken #Brooke Adams #Tom Skerritt #Herbert Lom #Anthony ZerbemColleen Dewhurst #Martin Sheen #1983 movies #1983 films

[panda-writes-kpop]

Chapter Three (Avengers AU): I’d Take You Into The Night

A/N: Hi guys, girls, and non-binary pearls! I hope you all are doing very well today. 💞

Avengers AU Masterlist | Masterlist

TW: Mentions of guns and violence right off the bat, mentions of previous murders, Y/N radiates massive jerk energy in some parts, Y/N cares for kids, mentions of food, jealous Yooh + Siyeon :), cursing

“Y/N, please put the gun down.”

“No.” You calmly say as you prepare yourself to pull the trigger. “I’m done listening to hypocrites like you!”

“Y/N, if this is about us, then can’t we settle this another way?”

“No, we can’t, DAMI!” You scream as you pull the trigger. 

You’re prepared to watch the enemy, that person that you’ve been hunting for months on end, to die right in front of your eyes. Unfortunately, for you, the bullet stops in mid-air.

“I told you not to do this.” Dami calmly walks over and plucks the bullet out of the air. “Why don’t you ever listen to me?”

“Rebellion is in my blood. It’s how I roll.” You mutter as you let the skull mask slip off of your face.

“Would she be proud of you?”

“I don’t if I care anymore, if I’m honest.” Suddenly, images of her flood your brain, and the gun slips out of your hand.

“Y/N-” Dami reaches out for you, but you take a step away from her.

“You don’t know me like that anymore. Don’t act like you do.”

“What if I wanted to?” For once, she softens, and her extended hand feels more like a warm invitation than a forced truce.

You want to take her hand, but the cautiousness in your heart forces you to ask one last question.

“Was all of this a ploy to end up back in my life and my arms?"

“I would’ve preferred a coffee date, to be honest, but I take opportunities when I see them.” Dami admits.

You bite your lip before picking the gun up off of the ground. You place it in her hand, and you close her fingers around it.

“Come find me, someday, when the stars shine bright. Stargazing is still one of your favorite hobbies, right?”

“You know me so well.” Dami smiles, and you grab your mask before approaching the open window.

“It sounds like a date, mi amor.”

Dami calls out for you, but you’ve already left her again.

“Wait-” 

~

You’re tempted to throw the skull mask in the garbage bin, but your nerves convince you to store it in your closet, along with the rest of your vigilante outfit.

The nearing voices of the twins force you to quickly shut the closet and pretend to be busy sorting laundry.

“Y/N~ we have a question for you.” One asks as they casually walk into your room.

“Yes, dear?” You fold a shirt before glancing at one of the twins.

“Who was that lady that you were with last night? Is she your girlfriend?”

“Ah…” You nervously rub your neck before answering. “That was just a friend that I brought home with me.”

“Do friends often kiss each other on the lips?”

“Okay, that’s enough out of you two!” You scold the twins while trying to hide your embarrassment. “Go outside and play. I’ll call you in when it’s time for dinner.”

They quickly run off, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

Was it a bad idea to bring a stranger into my home? I mean, Siyeon isn’t a stranger to me, but is it too soon? 

You sigh in frustration before continuing to fold laundry.

It’s best if I try to put the matter aside for now. They’re kids, of course they will be curious. I just need to somehow satisfy that curiosity while I’m trying to figure out what my heart wants.

You’re not folding for long as a knock on the door interrupts you.

Who could that be?

“I’m coming; please wait a moment!” You call out as you quickly try to finish folding a pair of pants.

You carefully descend down a flight of stairs before arriving at your front door. You look in a nearby mirror and adjust your slightly messy clothes and hair.

You know… just in case it’s Siyeon.

You open the door, and an eager Yoohyeon smiles back at you.

“Yooh? What are you doing here?”

~

“You’ve done it, Y/N. You’ve avenged everyone who has wronged you and your friend. Are you happy?” Dami asks as she takes a seat next to you.

“No. It still feels like something is missing… what could I have possibly missed?” You shake your head as your legs hang over the dock.

The waves move calmly a few feet below your legs, and occasionally, a strong wave will cause the water to hit your feet.

“May I offer advice?” 

You nod at her.

“It can’t hurt at this point; besides, I know that you’re gonna say whatever you want, no matter whether or not I give you permission.”

“Have you ever taken the time to properly grieve for them?” 

You look up at the starry night sky, wishing on a shooting star that the feeling of desperation and loneliness could finally leave your chest.

“What are you getting at, Dami? I don’t have time for your theoretical mind games.”

“You’ve spent every waking moment from the time they died until you ended the life of that last agent avenging their death. Did you ever take the time to reflect? Have you even visited their grave since they died?”

“That’s a bold accusation, coming from you.” You roll your eyes before coming from you.

“Yes, I’ve made mistakes in the past. I’ve changed for the better, and so can you. I know it.”

“Oh, so now you’ve got a savior complex and you’re trying to push your ‘holier-than-thou’ agenda on me. I’m not buying it, Dami. I’m not something for you to fix.” You quickly get up and begin to head back to the beach.

“That’s not what I meant-”

“Oh, really?” You snap and turn to face her. “What did you mean, then? I’d love for you to explain what’s wrong with me.”

“Y/N, you’re not listening to me-”

You throw your hands in the air in frustration. 

“Have you considered why that is, or are you too stuck in your own head to notice anyone else?”

“Y/N!” Dami raises her voice at you, and you immediately flinch and take a step back.

Not once while you were dating did she yell at you, or at anyone, for that matter. You look down in shame as Dami rises from the dock.

“Y/N, I… I’ve only wanted the best for you. You know that; I know that. I just hate seeing you throw your life away as you march down a road of hate and poor decision-making. When do you draw the line? Is there even a line for you anymore?”

You stay silent as Dami steps closer to you. The dock creaks loudly with every step that she takes.

“I’m sorry for the way I treated you all of those years ago. I’m sorry that I was selfish, arrogant, and stuck in my old ways. It hurts me to see you walk the same road I took. You’re pushing everyone away because you think that’s what is best for you.”

“I’m not who you think I am, Dami.”

“Then help me learn, Y/N.” Dami takes your hands in hers. 

“I took the twins in as my own kids. I’ve spent every moment trying to give them a good home, to raise and show them love and understanding. They ask me questions about their mother, and luckily, I can avoid those questions for now. Soon, I’ll have to tell them the truth, and I don’t know how to deal with that.”

You look into her eyes, and patience and understanding lie in the depths of her soft, brown eyes. There was a time where you loved staring into those eyes.

When did things change so much?

“And the murders?” Dami softly asks.

“It’s all for money. At first, the jobs were asking for some simple tasks: hack into a security system, develop malware, and work undetected in certain environments. The money was decent, but I needed more in order to pay for the lifestyle the twins deserved. It was a bounty, and I… I took it. It was stupid, but god, did it pay good. Once my name got out, I was recommended to a few more employers, and now-”

“You’re a wanted criminal in about five different countries, right?”

“Right.” Tears threaten to fall from your eyes. “I don’t… I don’t know how to fix the mistakes I made.”

“Come to New York and live with me. You won’t have to worry about money, I promise.” Dami pulls one hand away from yours, just so she can wipe the tears from your cheeks.

“That’s too much, I couldn’t-”

“Let me help. Please.” The desperation in Dami’s voice is evident.

“Okay.” You mumble. “Whenever you can, come get us. I want this nightmare to be over.”

~

“Can I come in?”

“Of course! You’re always welcome in this house.” You smile before moving aside to let her through.

“I brought more flowers, if you don’t mind-”

Yoohyeon offers you the flowers, and you happily take them before closing the door behind her.

“They look fantastic, Yooh Bear. Would you care for some tea?” You ask as you lead her to the kitchen.

“That would be amazing, Y/N.”

As the tea heats up on your kettle on the stove, you take a seat next to Yoohyeon at the kitchen table.

“You still didn’t answer my question. Why are you here?”

“Well, I-” Yoohyeon clears her throat as a slight blush rises on her cheeks. “I was wondering if you’d like to grab some ice cream right now, if you’re not busy.”

“Oh, that sounds great! I’d need to get some food around for the kids, and then we can leave.” You explain as Yoohyeon eagerly nods.

“Great!” She smiles at you with her famous cheesy smile, and you can’t help but smile.

Her happiness is so infectious. I forgot that about her. Maybe I could use this… ‘date’ to catch up with Yoohyeon.

The kettle whistles, and you quickly move to make two cups of tea. You set Yoohyeon’s cup down first before grabbing yours. You set yours down on the table, and you nearly sit down as the doorbell rings again.

Who could that be, at this hour?

“I promise I’m usually not this popular. It’s probably a delivery or something else. If you'll excuse me…” You hastily walk over and answer the door.

Siyeon?

“Y/N! You look as lovely as always.” Siyeon leans forward and pecks your cheek.

“Uh, hey, Siyeon… this isn’t exactly a great time to be her-” You try to explain to Siyeon why she should visit you another time, but you’re interrupted by Yoohyeon.

“I’d recognize that voice anywhere! Siyeon, what are you doing here?” Yoohyeon asks from the dining room.

“Yoohyeon?” Siyeon looks at you in confusion. “How do you two know each other?”

Dear God… Save me now.

“It’s a long story… care for a cup of tea?”

“Why not?” Siyeon shrugs before heading inside of your home.

~

You awkwardly stare at the tea leaves floating around in your tea cup as Siyeon and Yoohyeon freely speak in the comfort of your home.

“You’re not too busy, are you, Siyeon?”

“I’m about as busy as a runaway superhero can be.” Siyeon jokes.

“That makes two of us.” Yoohyeon laughs before taking a sip of tea. “This tea is really good. Thank you for opening your home to us.”

“It’s no issue at all…” You offer them a fake, bright smile before sinking back into your thoughts.

This is a disaster… what if they figure out who I am? I’d be dead within the hour, if not rotting in a jail cell for the rest of my life!

“Y/N-aaaaaah!” The twins cry out before entering the kitchen. 

“I’m hungry!” The boy whines before rubbing his stomach.

“Yeah, me too!” The girl adds.

Yoohyeon and Siyeon both chuckle as you softly sigh.

“Okay, okay…. I’ll fix you something.” You set your tea cup down before standing up and heading over to the stove.

As you quietly begin to fix dinner, the twins decide to chat up your guests.

“You’re really pretty… just like the flowers you brought Y/N!” The girl gawks at Yoohyeon like she’s an animal in a zoo.

“Oh, thanks.” Yoohyeon blushes before glancing at Siyeon.

“Flowers, huh? You’ve gotten better at flirting, I see.” Siyeon teases.

“Flirting…” The boy repeats the word before asking another question. “Is that like when you kissed Y/N?”

“You kissed Y/N?!?!” Yoohyeon exclaims.

“You brought her flowers! Who are you to judge me?” Siyeon asks with a little anger in her voice.

“And she asked Y/N on a date!” The girl happily states. “Just like you did!”

“WHAT?!?!” 

After their shared exclamation, Yoohyeon and Siyeon have entered into a silent staring match to the death as the twins triumphantly smile at the chaos that they have created.

“Alright, alright!” You turn around to scold the twins. “That’s enough troublemaking out of the two of you. What I do with my life is no one else’s business, got it?”

“Yes, Y/N.” They both answer before bowing their heads in shame.

If you didn’t have enough problems already, the doorbell rings for the third time today.

“You’ve got to be kidding me…” You mutter before walking over to answer the door.

Oh… it’s just Dami. 

A calm Dami stands in front of you with a gentle smile on her face.

“Is this a good time?” She softly asks. “I see a few extra cars in the driveway. Do you need a couple of hours?”

She’s so considerate towards me. 

You exhale in relief.

“That’d be great. If you could come back around…” You peek at a nearby clock. “Eight or nine, that’d be great.”

“Of course. I’ll see you then.” Dami nods before stepping off of your porch.

You shut the door in front of you before turning back to your guests, the kids, and the food on your stove.

“I think it’s best if I go.” Siyeon says as you enter the kitchen. “I don’t need to cause any more trouble.”

“No, Siyeon, you’re completely fine-”

“It’s alright.” She reaches out and briefly squeezes your hand before letting go. “There’s still a big world for me to save out there.”

Siyeon smiles at you, but the sadness in her eyes triumphs over whatever other emotion her face may read.

“If you insist…” You move so Siyeon can exit your home.

As the door closes, you finally are able to finish the twins’ dinner.

“You two might be pure trouble, but I still love you, okay?” You say as you serve them.

“Love you too!” The girl yells as the boy shoves his dinner into his face.

You laugh as Yoohyeon lets out a small chuckle.

“They’re certainly something, huh?”

“Yeah, but they’re good kids. I couldn’t ask for better, even if I tried.”

“Do you mind if I adjust our plans a bit?”

“Oh,” You, intrigued, turn to Yoohyeon, “what did you have in mind?”

“How about the four of us go out for ice cream?” 

You brightly smile.

“That sounds great to me.”

~

“I had a lot of fun, and I think the kids did too.” You say as Yoohyeon exits your home.

“They probably thought I was a bit boring. Why else would they fall asleep in my car while I was talking? That was one of my more interesting stories too.” Yoohyeon huffs as you chuckle to yourself.

“It’s nothing personal, Yooh. They usually are out an hour or two after dinner. Thanks for helping me bring them inside and upstairs.”

“No big deal. I had to show off my muscles somehow.” Yoohyeon flexes before you both burst out laughing.

“After all of these years, you’re still the same girl I adore.” The words fall out of your mouth before you realize what you’re saying.

“Do you mean that, Y/N? Really and truly?” Yoohyeon softly asks.

“You know I do.” 

Yoohyeon blushes before clearing her throat.

“Perhaps this is too forward of me… but I’d like to see you again.”

“I’d like that too.” 

You wait for Yoohyeon to make a move, but nothing happens.

“I should go. I’d hate to overstay my welcome or-”

“Wait!” You call out, which successfully gets Yoohyeon’s attention. “Can I have your phone number, just so we can keep in touch?”

“Sure.” You hand her your phone, and she types her phone number into your phone. 

Yoohyeon offers you her phone, and you do the same, except with one minor change.

I’ll add a heart next to my name, just as a personal touch!

You exchange phones before saying your goodbyes. 

You stare at her number in your phone as she pulls out of your driveway.

I’m looking forward to seeing Yoohyeon again. I think something could be there, even after all of these years.

~

8:30 p.m. television proves to be as boring as usual, but there’s nothing better to occupy your time with. You could scroll through your phone, but channel surfing seemed like your best option.

I usually find something semi-entertaining, but there’s nothing for me today.

A knock on your front door startles you, and you immediately mute the TV before heading to the door. You open the door to see Dami once again.

“Hey, is it alright if I come in?”

“You know you’re always welcome here. Just make sure to close the door behind you.”

“How have you been doing?” Dami asks while discarding her light jacket. “Please answer me truthfully.”

You take the jacket from her hands and hang it up on a nearby coat rack.

“I’ve been better. Just trying to take the days one at a time.”

“Good. I’m here for you, whenever you need me.”

“I know.” You gesture for her to follow you into the living room. “I’m assuming you’re here about New York?”

“Yeah, but for a different reason. I need… your help.” You sit on the couch, and Dami sits next to you.

“Dami? Asking for help? Am I sure that I’m not sleeping now?” You pinch your skin, but nothing happens.

“Still as humorous as ever, I see.”

“Would you expect anything else from me?”

“You’re right, like always. Are you interested or not?”

“Depends.” You lean back into the comfort of your couch. “What are you offering?”

“The same as I did before. I’m just asking for a bit of help with some tracking and information gathering. I could figure out what I need to… but you’re much faster than I could dream of being.”

“Consider me tuyo, querida. I’ll get the kids ready in the morning. They could use a change of pace. Maybe it’ll stop them from asking so many questions…” You trail off.

“About their mother?”

“About everything.” You admit. “It stresses me out.”

“It’s a good thing I live where information is plentiful.” Dami briefly stares at the ceiling before looking back at you. “You all will like it there, I know.”

“I don’t think I’ll ever be able to thank you enough, Dami, but I might be able to start now.” You shift slightly towards Dami as she raises an eyebrow at you.

“Oh, and what do you mean by that-”

You lean forward and press your lips against Dami’s. She softly kisses you back before placing a hand at your waist. 

You melt into the moment, but you’re snapped back into reality by a loud gasp. You pull away from her as you both look away from each other like embarrassed teenagers.

“Y/N really gets all of the girls, huh?” The boy asks as the girl scoffs.

“No, it’s just the pretty ones!” 

“All of them so far have been pretty!”

“That’s my point!” She yells as you try to think of something to say.

Now would be a great time for my brain to think of some way out of this mess!

“And who might you be?” Dami gently asks.

“Who are you, trying to take us away from our home?” The boy folds his arms.

“So they did hear that…” You mutter.

“My name’s Dami. I’m an old friend of Y/N’s from college. She’s gonna come to New York to live with me, along with you two, unless you want to stay here all by yourselves…”

“No, I wanna go with Y/N!” The girl cries before running into your arms. “Please don’t leave us behind.”

“I would never leave you two.” You reassure her while turning to the boy. “What about you?”

“It’s still a no from me.”

You look back to Dami, who has an amused smile on her face.

“Well, I heard a story that there’s all sorts of magic and monsters in New York, but you’ll never know until you go there yourself to see them.”

Dami opens her palm before a flash of light appears and then quickly disappears. The boy stares, completely astonished.

“We have to go to New York. There’s no question about it.”

You laugh at his sudden change in opinion.

“If you’re both so sure about this, then we’ll leave in the morning. But right now, the two of you need sleep.”

The girl yawns as the boy rubs his eyes.

You escort the two of them upstairs. They walk to the bedroom, hand in hand, and you smile proudly before heading back down.

“Thank you so much, Dami.”

“Please, don’t mention it. I don’t mind doing things for you…”

“Speaking of us…” You walk towards her as a mischievous smile lights up your face. “How about we finish what we started early?”

“You know I would never say no to that, or to you.”

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[kingkatsuki]

Jo!!

I know you said you liked seeing all the theories about Living each day like you’re already dead, but I wanted to add my own that I've been thinking about since I finished the fic!

My thoughts have added up to think, that D3ku did it all because he was jealous, that news article at the end said Ochako was Bakugous girlfriend, that makes me think D3ku was in love with her and was mad that she was with Bakugou, so he probably thought "if I can't have her nobody can"that kind of mentality!! So he killed Ochako made the press think Bakugou did it cause it was in his house and his girlfriend, then when Bakugou went to D3ku with the truth of him doing it, he killed Bakugou!! I mean that article said they couldn't get a statement from D3ku after he killed Bakugou in " self defense "!!!

Ooh you did such a good job on that fic that it has me thinking about it days later lol!!!

I hope you are having a good day/night or whenever you see this!!!

Ahhh Courtney thank you so so much for reading!! I loved reading your theory in the comments, and honestly that would’ve been such a good reason why but I kinda didn’t want Bakugou’s previous relationship to be happy?? Like when he says “you remind me/look like someone I used to know” it wasn’t supposed to be physically it was supposed to be like the energy? So full of life/happiness and yet this home has sucked all the happiness out of him?

Originally it was just supposed to be a non-con fic with Demon Bakugou, but apparently I can’t write non-con with Bakugou anymore so I made up a convoluted story in my head. I really wanted it to have Last Night in Soho vibes, where it has you guessing until the very last minute and I could’ve honestly made this into like a 30k fic and added all of these details in but unfortunately there are not enough hours in my day so😩

My thought was basically Ochako started a fling with Deku because she was unhappy in her relationship with Bakugou. He was working a lot, never home and in her mind she felt neglected. So she sought out comfort in Deku. But she doesn’t really feel like she can ever leave Bakugou, he’s the stability/constant in her life and every time she tries to get Deku to break up with his girlfriend he brushes her off. So of course, her resentment for Bakugou just continues to grow.

So when he said she tried so hard to make me the villain, it’s her basically feeling tied to Bakugou because she feels like she can’t ever leave him? And when he said he became the monster the media were portraying him as the murderer.

But when she went to Deku and said she’s finally leaving Bakugou because she’s pregnant with his baby, he flips. Says that it was only ever supposed to be a fling and that he doesn’t want to be with her. That he’s engaged to someone else and it’ll ruin him.

So of course Ochako, the scorned woman, tells Deku that she’s gonna tell his fiancé and he flips— choking her to kill her. Except it doesn’t kill her, she just passes out and he ends up stabbing her to death. But Bakugou comes in and sees her completely covered in blood and freaks, rushing over to try and save her but Deku is there and kills Bakugou too because Bakugou knows about their fling.

So the police and everyone think Bakugou killed her and then killed himself from shame/whatever, but it was Deku.

#jo talks

[astralbooks]

City of Vicious Night (Requiem Dark #2) - Claire Winn

Read: 24/05/2023 - 25/05/2023

Rating: 4/5

Rep: bi main characters, f/f relationship, biracial Japanese-Portuguese main character & side character, chronically ill main character, disabled main character with a prosthetic arm and eye, gay South Asian side character, disabled gay Latino side character with a prosthetic arm, side m/m relationship, aromantic side character, non-binary side characters

CW (provided in front of book): violence, blood, mild gore, death (on-page and past), gun violence, strong language, sexual content (including non-graphic encounters), human experimentation, use of medical needles, alcohol misuse, fictional drug use, terminal illness, suicidal ideation & threatened suicide, mild torture, loss of limbs, vomiting, referenced poverty, referenced prostitution & sexual assault (not involving main characters)

Review:

Four months after runaway heiress Asa managed to get her sister’s consciousness placed back inside her body, the two of them are firmly established members of Riven’s crew. When a hacker starts telling the people of city-moon Requiem that they were the ones responsible for the chaos from around then, and starts trying very hard to kill them, the crew decide that their best option for survival is to have Riven become the new matriarch of one of the Requiem’s five factions, as matriarchs are nigh-untouchable. To do that they’ll need to succeed at a series of trials, and deal with new opponents, all while still fending off the murderous hacker and uncovering a conspiracy involving Asa’s father with horrifying implications for all of Requiem.

I came away from the first book wanting the girls to be friends rather than girlfriends, which feels deeply weird to me as a queer person who’s used to thinking the complete opposite. The four month time skip means that the majority of development between Asa and Riven happened off-screen between books. If you take their feelings for each other as a given then this book works. I didn’t finish this one thinking they should just be friends. I would’ve much preferred it if we actually got to see them get from A to B, though, especially considering how little focus their relationship in any capacity got in the first book. We could’ve gotten a slow burn out of this, and Riven’s tendency for self-sabotage could’ve remained intact in that version of the story, but instead we got none of the development and barely any of the payoff because having a strong established relationship for most of the book is also apparently too much to ask for.

When I read the first book, I was neutral on Riven. There were times when I liked her and there were times when I really didn’t like her. This, unfortunately, did not change in this book. She’s for some reason taken it upon herself to protect poor innocent little Asa who clearly can’t handle herself in any situation at all, but then she constantly makes reckless decisions that puts everyone in even more danger than they were in before. Riven’s view of herself as a protector and view of Asa (and, to a lesser extent, the rest of the crew) as someone who she specifically must protect is just not true to reality, and this is something that never quite clicks in her head through the whole book. I think this is the source of my issues with her. Asa can handle herself and Riven’s assumption otherwise came off as condescending. Leroy Jenkins’ing your way through life doesn’t just put you in danger, but the people around you as well. It’s hypocritical, and therefore irritating.

Why four stars, then? Well, there is still a lot about this book that I did enjoy!

Riven was a lot more bearable in the final act! She hadn’t fully understood what she’d been doing wrong, but she did refrain from doing any of it again, and I can take a win when I get one.

I loved every other member of the crew! Asa is just as fab in this book as in the first. She’s more used to Requiem and more secure in her life and identity away from her father, now firmly a part of the crew and an indispensable part of it. Samir and Diego were just as great in this book as they were in the first, and I enjoyed getting to learn more about Diego’s past and reasons for being here. Asa’s sister, Kaya, was a highlight for me from the first book despite not actually being in it very much, so I was really happy to see her playing a much larger part in this book. She’s so fun! Her consciousness having been transferred to an alien brain means she’s now effectively a technomancer, and seeing her put those skills to use was really cool. The upcoming novella is going to be featuring her as a main character and I’m genuinely really excited for it!

And then there’s Ty! Ty gets his own pov in this book, and I love him. He’s the team healer and he really embodies that. It was great seeing the contrast between characters who have no problem with killing people, and Ty who wants to save as many people as possible even if it’s maybe not the most efficient approach to a problem. Ty has never killed anyone before, and a big part of his arc is about reckoning with that. He goes from being scared at the thought of hurting someone to being entirely prepared to do so but choosing to be merciful anyway, and I loved that.

Two characters having a psychic link where they can directly communicate with one another and even hear each other’s thoughts is a trope I really enjoy, especially when it leads to the characters becoming closer with each other.

I enjoyed the competition aspect of the plot! However, I wouldn’t describe this entirely as a ‘competition book’, because it takes up a much smaller part of the story than is probably expected. Things go off the rails very quickly thanks to two opposing antagonistic forces. There’s Luca Almeida, Asa and Kaya’s father and the one responsible for a host of suffering and death, and there’s Redline, a hacker saboteur who holds Asa responsible for her father’s factions and is trying to exact revenge on her. There are a lot of questions surrounding Redline, and not all of them are answered by the end, which isn’t a bad thing. It leaves room for there to potentially be more set in this universe.

So many books have their big climactic moment and then just end right away, as if once the confrontation has happened and the big bad has been dealt with there’s nothing of value anymore so it might as well not continue. This book didn’t do that!! The final chapters are a proper denouement, where the characters now finally have a chance to recover and breathe and be okay. Winning the battle isn’t all there is and I really appreciated that we got to see some of what comes after!

This is in all a fun cyberpunk duology that I’m happy to recommend to people looking for something fast paced and cinematic. 

Thank you to NetGalley and North Star Editions for providing me with an e-arc of this book, and to TBR and Beyond Tours for having me on this tour! You can find the full tour schedule here and the rest of my tour stop (there's a playlist!) here

#review #book review #city of vicious night #requiem dark #claire winn #books #booklr

[infinitelytheheartexpands]

rating all the leading soprano (or in a couple cases, mezzo)/tenor duos in verdi’s 26 operas:

leonora/riccardo (oberto, conte di san bonifacio): riccardo is a dick and i’m so glad leonora and cuniza teamed up to shame him 0/10

giulietta/edoardo (un giorno di regno): they’re adorable as frick and they’re utter dumbasses. also giulietta definitely is wearing the pants in the relationship. 9/10

fenena/ismaele (nabucco): adorable. both gentle badasses. ismaele did make one Bad Decision but did save fenena in the process so yeah 9.5/10

giselda/oronte (i lombardi alla prima crociata): did nothing wrong ever except exist in a world where people are Racist TM. deserved so much better 10/10

elvira/ernani (ernani): dumbasses. hearts of gold. ernani needs to get his head out of his ass. 8/10

lucrezia/jacopo (i due foscari): THESE TWO ARE PERFECT AND DESERVED SO MUCH BETTER 10/10

giovanna/carlo (giovanna d’arco): why is this even a thing 0/10

alzira/zamoro (alzira): not a lot of strong opinions, zamoro falls into the trap of I Think Without Evidence My Girlfriend Is Cheating On Me but ends up murdering the colonialist bastard trying to force her into an arranged marriage, so that makes up for it. 6/10

odabella/foresto (attila): ODABELLA YOU CAN DO SO MUCH BETTER THAN HIM 0/10

macduff and the lady barely interact so no rating lmaooooooooo

amalia/carlo (i masnadieri): he litchrally murders her because…reasons??? 0/10

medora/corrado (il corsaro): most vanilla couple in all verdi 3/10

gulnara/corrado (il corsaro): this is more interesting than the other couple but it never actually happens 6.5/10???

lida/arrigo (la battaglia di legnano): i like the backstory i developed around this ship WAY more than the ship itself (and also they would probably have been better off in an OT3 with rolando). 1/10

luisa/rodolfo (luisa miller): starts off as the most adorable thing ever but RAPIDLY goes south in the WORST way possible 0/10

lina/stiffelio (stiffelio): “but she cheated on him” your honor i fuckin love these messed-up people just trying their best with a lot of awful shit and i fully believe everything works out for them in the end BECAUSE THEY LOVE EACH OTHER 9.5/10

gilda/the duke (rigoletto): NOPE NOPE NOPE DO I EVEN HAVE TO EXPLAIN THIS -100000000/10

leonora/manrico (il trovatore): this ship is TRYING to be elvira/ernani but it isn’t sorry 3/10

violetta/alfredo (la traviata): i hate alfredo and what he did to violetta but i love violetta so much and i understand why she feels the way she does about him so 4/10

elena/arrigo (i vespri siciliani): look everyone loves a Murder Soprano Who Wants Love and her sweet tenor baby except when they have massive communication issues 8.5/10

maria-amelia/gabriele (simon boccanegra): the only reason i’m not giving this a 0/10 is because gabriele genuinely loves her and realizes He Fucked Up though i still don’t really like them 2/10

amelia/gustavo (un ballo in maschera): i have lots of feelings about them 8.5/10

amelia/gustavo/renato (un ballo in maschera): YES THIS OT3 IS ELITE 10/10

leonora/alvaro (la forza del destino): doesn’t have enough stage time to make a big call but they seem like they would’ve been a great couple if only leonora’s family wasn’t racist and alvaro wasn’t the plaything of fate…8/10

élisabeth/carlos (don carlos): incredibly cute in act i, obviously weird after that, but i love them both and i find their relationship extremely interesting 9/10 overall, 0/10 as an actual couple post act i

aida/radames (aida): the second most vanilla couple in verdi although i admire them both for just trying their best even though they’re both horrible at it 5/10

desdemona/otello (otello): basically the same for the same reasons as luisa/rodolfo 0/10

nannetta/fenton (falstaff): the most adorable young couple ever 10/10

#opera #opera tag #verdi #giuseppe verdi #anyway

[boltcuttersfetched-archive]

Do you think Eleven and Mikes relationship was weird to begin with?

Personally I think a child who has no idea about life outside a lab should really be straight off the bat kissing and having feelings for another? Like I think it should of never been a thing and if it was destined to be a thing I think the crush and relationship should of started end of S3.

Also I’m super freaked out that people have this idea Eddie and Chrissy where completely in love…my brother in Christ they had 2 conversations? Chrissy was clearly happy with Jason those two where completely in love? Man went on a literal rampage to try and find who killed her yet everyone thinks Chrissy and Eddie was a thing?”

HONESTLY YEAH i think mike and eleven getting together was way too rushed. she had a boyfriend before she knew what her personal style was or what she liked. she had a boyfriend before she had a girl her own age to hang out with. she had a boyfriend before she fully had a sense of SELF….

and people act like hopper is crazy or toxic for wanting his THIRTEEN YEAR OLD DAUGHTER to keep the door open when she has a boy in her room….el should’ve had a chance to learn how to be a girl BEFORE learning how to be a girlfriend. so like yeah i don’t like them together but i know they’re probably gonna be endgame so like. what can we do 🤷‍♀️ when i say i don’t care who mike ends up with i mean i don’t really care for m/ileven or b/yler bc he hasn’t been a good friend to will since season 2 🤡

as far as chrissy and eddie go…i don’t see it. i understand why people WANT to see it, i just don’t. i also don’t think she was in love with jason. we never saw them together, just saw her blow him a kiss. but i think it’s just that i liked chrissy and didn’t want to see her genuinely happy and in love with jason “hitler youth army” carver. like jason was definitely MADLY in love with her considering he literally invited an entire witch hunt against the only suspect in her murder—which like, i get where he was coming from but i also think he’s an aryan blowhard.

i would’ve liked to see chrissy dump his ass and become eddie’s friend. i also think a lot of shippers like….project themselves onto chrissy bc they’re attracted to eddie but also probably would’ve bullied him in high school. like i respect the h3llcheer hustle but it’s just not my thing and i don’t really understand it. their scene was just cute and that’s all.

#IM LOVING THESE CONTROVERSIAL ASKS LETS GOOOO #ask