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[snikt111]

hi hi hi hi I found out about Hal Jordan TODAY and am going so autistic over him it’s insane can you please give me a rundown on what his deal is I think you’re the Tumblr Green Lantern guy

omg hi, insane compliment btw, tysm! i'm glad to give you a rundown!! also definitely check out @katmaatui for more hal info, red is SUPER knowledgable abt him. @rillette, @catboyollie, @halcarols, @starsapphire and @yellowcorps (along with so many others that i cant think to tag off the top of my head) have some great hal takes too! (edited the post just to tag more ppl)

apologies if this is a bit rushed/messy, i'm doing this while i smelt stone in minecraft LMAO

that being said... i think this will be a long one, so more below the cut :3

(cw for light mentions of pedophilia, abuse, canon typical violence)

okay, so hal jordan is the first human green lantern of the GREEN LANTERN CORPS. it's important to note that there was technically a human green lantern before him (alan scott, originally from earth two/the justice society, but integrated into main DC canon after crisis), but his power comes from a different source- which is a whole different ballpark that would take ages to explain, lol, so i'll move on from that.

hal was originally introduced in a showcase issue in 1959, but ended up getting a solo run in the mid 60s because of his showcase issues doing well. he's been a test pilot, middle brother, compassionate, rule follower (although being surprisingly liberal for the time) with an interesting relationship with star sapphire carol ferris since those first appearances. for the first 20 odd years of his appearances we had no information on his parents, but we got a lot from other family members, such as uncle titus, cousin hal jr (aka airwave), younger brother jim jordan and older brother jack jordan. through the 60s and 70s those members of his family were developed along with him; with the audience learning that jim's wife sue thought jim was green lantern, rather than hal, and hal himself training his cousin, hal jr.

the most known version of how hal got the ring in the first place is probably based off of geoff john's rewrite in the mid 00s, reiterating the original story of abin sur crashing onto earth and dying, leaving hal with his ring to be trained by sinestro and the rest of the glc, while also changing miniscule details that had been developed in emerald dawn 1 & 2 (which was released in the 90s, more on that later). the main premise of abin sur's crash has stayed the same, but the story around hal's current life, job, family and stability keep changing. for instance, the original comic with abin sur in showcase only showed hal getting the ring, the guardians choosing him. the first rewrite i can think of was emerald dawn volume 1, published in 1989 and continued in emerald dawn v2 (1991). here we get the classic hal watches his father die in a plane crash with carol ferris beside him as a pre adolescent, and some of the biggest implications of the mistreatment from his father. we also get introduced to hal, despite his stick to the rules, straight edge attitude, making some serious mistakes and putting people in danger and even death- with the implication of alcohol abuse. the audience HAS known hal used to be in the air force since sometime in the late 60s or early 70s (sorry, i don't remember the exact issue!), but emerald dawn shows us that hal's moved on from the air force and into test piloting, and that his mother keeps having to bail him out for making mistakes. emerald dawn vol 1 shows the abin sur moment, followed by fights that cost hal's friends life, and is followed up by sinestro training hal in emerald dawn vol 2, where we get to see the iconic scenes of hal finding out about sinestro and his... dictatorship.

along with that; how the guardians and rings are treated and hal and the glc's perception of them is vastly changed over time. in the early days of gl in the 60s, the guardians were really never to be seen. hal was repeatedly summoned to them and then had his memory almost fully wiped- only leaving a vague notion of his orders. the guardian's called hal to them at seemingly the worst times, ending up with him almost getting injured, getting in trouble at work, and even ending up jobless and homeless. the chaos of being a green lantern has been around the WHOLE time, but originally, the green lanterns didnt really... fight it. the guardian's were their masters (and even father figures, to hal) and not to be questioned. the rings in the 60s were also much more powerful, despite the yellow weakness (the yellow weakness is the notion that from about the 60s to the mid 90s the green lantern rings were completely unable to be used against anything yellow). time travel, phasing, teleporting, etc were all very viable and common things- as well as forceful shapeshifting, invisibility, mind control, mind reading, etc etc. these days, writers have dampened these powers down to mostly shooting light and constructs.

okay, it's parallax time. the emerald twilight arc from the mid 90s wasn't an arc that was as thoroughly planned out over a long period of time as it probably should have been. a lot of fans at the time (and even now) hated what happened there, and claimed it ruined hal's character entirely. i can understand why! but, at it's core, the parallax arc is a story about a broken man pushed to the limit, fully grieving his home and family (originally, he lost his brother jim in the destruction of coast city, along with a lot of other family members) and being goddamn fed up with how his "masters" treated him and the rest of the corps. the so called "perfect lantern" (no, he wasn't that much of a rebel, despite what johns wants you to think) snapped and essentially tried to gain as much power as he could to bring back coast city. when the guardians stripped him of his powers so he couldn't, hal became enraged and took down every lantern in his path, just to get to the guardians and that power. long story short, he kills the guardians and absorbs all the energy from the central power battery on oa, becoming parallax- essentially a god. this marks the start of zero hour, an event made by dc to restructure and reset; giving the comics a new generation of heroes. hal destroys the world and remakes it, but is ultimately taken down by kyle rayner, the new green lantern, with the help of the jla, jsa and associates. there are a few more run ins with parallax after this, before kyle convinces parallax/hal that he can make up for all of this by reigniting the sun after it went out- aka killing himself. hal does it, is stuck in limbo for awhile and then becomes the spectre to continue to make up for the horrible things he did as parallax. the spectre is the spirit of god's wrath and vengeance, a weapon used to drag sinners to their very own, self made hells, and scare the shit out of people. the spectre, from it's very first appearance, is a ghost like spirit that takes on a host, and is primarily described using christian terms and is used in a very... christian ideology. HOWEVER, the spectre 2001 confirms that hal is jewish (jewish mom, catholic dad) and that belief system, plus his personality as a whole, literally makes him change the spirit of vengeance into the spirit of redemption, for at least as long as they are bonded. the whole parallax to spectre arc is about grief, pain, cycles of abuse and terror, redemption and guilt. it is NOT about a fear bug that possess hal. (im so serious though, the spectre 2001 is one of the best comics ive ever read. amazing. changed my world view) but... geoff johns changed all of it, decanonized the spectre, and ruined the legacy of parallax and hal's growth as a person by releasing green lantern: rebirth in 2004/2005. this retcons hal's breakdown and journey through grief into him BEING POSSESSED BY AN ENTITY CONTROLLED BY SINESTRO THAT FULLY CHANGES PREVIOUS GREEN LANTERN CANON AND IMPLICATIONS. also, fucks up the importance of kyle becoming ion, but whatever. geoff johns writes hal (and even more so, carol) so very wrong, and change their stories so vastly in ways that go against the stories very meanings.

SIGH.

now... time to get started on some rougher stuff. hal jordan misconceptions. i'm saving that arc for last.

- hal jordan wasn't much of a rule breaker or rebel until the 70s/80s, where he BEGAN (very slowly, mind you) to be radicalized by oliver queen during denny o'neil's green lantern/green arrow. hal was painted as more of a conservative during this period (which, admittedly, kind of goes against previous canon... he's always been relatively central to liberal, not to any extremes like ollie though, lol) but gets more and more understanding of how power structures work and how lower classes are mistreated during this time- which ends up opening his eyes a bit to how shitty the guardians are. (this is helped by the guardians literally just. leaving. the green lanterns and kind of disbanding them so they can go fuck the zamarons, lmao). geoff johns tried to change this narrative into making hal a very... maverick-from-top-gun type of character, who punched his way out of the military (when, in reality, the original story during emerald knights in the late 90s was that hal had been framed for stealing a jet and was dishonorably discharged, which he took the punishment for because he knew someone had to) and hits on women constantly and gets ladies and allat (which, funnily enough hal was awful at getting carol to like him for a long time, since carol fell for green lantern rather than hal. not to mention the awkwardness of carol's proposals or hal's many, many failed relationships). hal has always been insecure and lowkey boyfailure, he is NOT a top gun maverick tom cruise sorta guy! fuck you jeremy adams!

- hes not that much of an idiot asshole. hal can be a real dick, he's had that going for him since the beginning, but he isn't what you read in batfam fics. he's not stupid and shouldn't be the laughingstock of the justice league. i assume this idea started from the obsession with batfam and the fact that the jla has quite the history of ignoring hal and his issues (as well as. all of their issues. theyre not so great at work life balance), but it's gone too far. hal isn't making fun of the robins and pissing bruce off bc of that. hal isnt fooling around on the job 24/7 (he takes being a gl and pilot VERY seriously, although he does enjoy some danger and high stakes) or slacking off to get girls. again. not top gun maverick.

- hal has not been a creep since the beginnings. hal was not weird with carol in the 60s. things were weird between them, yeah, but that's based off circumstance and the craziness of star sapphire and green lantern. he was NOT being horribly sleazy! i hate that i even need to say this, but i see this take too much not to

- going off of what was said above, lets discuss the arisia arc. if you want to be a real hal fan, this is unfortunately something you need to know about. in action comics, after crisis and the guardians left to go fuck the zamarons, most of the green lanterns fell apart and seperated. a small group went to earth- led by hal and consisting of hal, john stewart, katma tui, kilowog, salaakk, ch'p and arisia rrab. (also sometimes guy gardner, but that's complicated) previously to this arc, hal treated 14 year old arisia like a beloved little sister, welcoming her and leading her into the corps just like everyone else. things started to change once the timeline gets closer and closer to crisis, where arisia starts showing that she has a crush on hal (who is roughly 30s at this point). any advances made by arisia are shut down by hal at the beginning, because she's a child. now, it's unfortunately a common thing to just call hal a "pedophile" because of what happens in this arc- but it really isn't that simple. still weird and icky, but definitely not to the degree of which some fans like to act like it is- esp to attack hal fans for, which is... an odd choice regarding how many fucked up things every character (esp male characters) did back in the day. arisia ends up using her power ring to artifically age herself up, making her body AND MIND into that of a young adult (the comic makes this very clear). once this happens... hal stops rejecting her. they get together, they kiss. the only person in the group of green latnerns who actually has an issue with it is john (salaakk is meh about it, but he just doesn't like human-esque romance no matter what), and katma even directly encourages their relationship. kilowog ends up crushing on arisia as well, and guy gardner hits on her repeatedly throughout the whole period. eventually, hal and arisia break up, but this legacy (thank so much englehart, for wrtiting this. /sarc) is a big controversy among the comics crowd. "is hal jordan a predator?" personally, and i know a lot of friends/mutuals/other gl fans choose to erase the arisia arc entirely (versus how canon ended up retconning it to be 14 earth years is equal to that of an adult and she didn't really get super ages up, or whatever) and go with the familial relationship between hal and her. that's my preferred version! i know red (@katmaatui) has explored that version as well as an alternate version where the arisia arc did happen, and how it affects arisia in particular, which is really depressing but super interesting. anyway, it's complicated and weird and nuanced, but that whole occurence doesn't mean hal's a bad character or person (cause yk. retcons) and it's certainly not bad to like his character. (definitely ignore any guy gardner fans who try to bitch about this arc. cough cough. guy was ALSO into her and hit on her repeatedly. smfh) most people who bring this up to demonize fans didn't even read the arc, and don't know the nuance or the other weird shit that happens in it. (hal is not a horse, sigh)

OVERALL NOTES!

hal jordan is a super complicated character with an extensive history spanning from the 60s to his worse written appearances in modern age. it's okay to like any version of the character, but it is important to note the changes that have been made, the storylines butchered and lost, and more. he has quite the legacy, and he's particularly interesting as from a moral standpoint. hal's a real sweetie though, when it gets down to it! he's neurodivergent coded (imo at least.. his dad very much gets onto him for being disrtracted, hes kinda shit at social interaction (and then amazing at it the other half of the time) etc etc. "spacecase") and his dad is an abusive asshole, who he desperately doesnt want to be like but thinks he NEEDS to be like!

#i really dont know how to fit this last stuff in so its going in the tags #hal has quite the homoerotic tension relationship with his nemesis (but also close friend) sinestro #they repeatedly come back to each other and long to be alongside eachother #despite all the shit they hate about one another and their respective organizations #check out more of red's stuff for sinhal for sure lmao #for other hal relationships... #hal has a complicated relationship with his brothers and mother (at least when they were all alive) #hes very close friends with oliver queen (and dinah lance by proxy) and quite a lot of fans (me included) think theres some tension there. #homos! #he has a niece (helen jordan!) who is featured in the spectre and who he loves very much #hal and john are proclaimed best friends and care deeply for each other #hal and guy fight a lot but theyre in a similar boat #kyle looks up to hal quite a lot and hal is.... complicated about kylre #a lot of people ship hal and barry and i get why. its cute #not my fav though i think its overdone #hal jordan and carol ferris are so fucking important to eachother its SO important. #they need eachother in a wya thats confusing and sometimes toxic #idk what else to say feel free to ask more questions #sorry for the rant #and sorry that i mostly focused on 60s to early ish 00s thats my expertise #mordie answers #mordie speaks #hal jordan #green lantern #ch: who has time for heavenly things #uhhh #hal explanation #ok bye #hal jordan analysis #gl

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thenightsong >> princessmelinoe

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[incognit0slut]

Better for you

Spencer spends the change of year with a new resolution as he starts looking at his rival differently.

(THIS CAN BE READ AS A STANDALONE BUT IS TECHNICALLY A THIRD PART FOR LOSE CONTROL AND THE LAST LAUGH)

words: 4.6k Category: fluff (surprisingly this is not my usual NSFW work) warnings: kissing, suggestive content a/n: I’m killing two birds with one stone here. One, I caved in and did another part for this rival couple. And two, I wrote this as a participation in @imagining-in-the-margins office party writing challenge🥳 Here are the prompts: 1. The team hardly believes it when Character A agrees to dance with B. 2. “I just never saw you as a... party type of person."

WAS A PARTY SUPPOSED TO BE THIS BORING? A subtle sigh escaped her lips as she glanced around the backyard. When Rossi invited the team to gather around at his house in celebration of the new year, everybody was on board.

"Who would say no to a David Rossi party?" JJ had said, which led her to bring her family along the occasion. Even Simmons brought his wife and five little kids. And now Rossi’s place never looked so alive with this many people, it seemed that everyone was present at this joyful soirée.

Everyone but one person, that is.

She turned her attention back to the drink in her hand, leaning against the open bar Rossi had set up, her mind drifting towards a certain man. It wasn't like she was keeping tabs on him. Really, she wasn't. It just happened that his absence became surprisingly noticeable when he decided to take some time off work to visit his mom, even days before Christmas break.

How long had it been since the last time she saw him? Two weeks? Three? It seemed like a considerable amount of time had passed since she saw was forced to work with him, which happened during the case in a remote town. And despite successfully apprehending the Unsub days later, her resistance to temptation, unfortunately, wasn't as successful.

It was hard not to think of what happened during the travel when it kept playing in her mind like a broken record. It was as if the memories were engraved in her brain—his slick, sweaty body pressing against hers; his soft lips caressing her skin; his large hands roaming her curves, traveling to places that had her hot and wet—

What the hell was wrong with her?

She took a sip of her drink—or more like chugging it down—trying to test if the burning sensation could wash away her filthy mind.

"Whoa," a sudden voice broke through her haze and she looked up to find Luke standing close to her. "Easy there."

His easygoing grin met her gaze as he gestured toward her almost empty glass. She shrugged, aiming the glass toward him in a mock toast. "Just trying to enjoy the party."

"Yeah?" He chuckled, leaning against the bar.

She shot him a sideways glance. "What's it to you, Alvez?"

His grin widened. "Well, when someone's drinking like they're on a mission, it catches my attention. Everything okay?"

She hesitated for a moment before responding, her tone calm. "I'm just getting into the party spirit, you know?"

Luke raised an eyebrow, his playful demeanor unwavering. "Is that so? Or are you trying to drown out some thoughts?"

She scoffed. "Thoughts? What thoughts?"

"The kind that makes you chug down your drink."

"You're imagining things. I'm simply enjoying this..." Her eyes scanned the party, trying to find a word describing the ongoing festive. "...ambiance."

"Alone by the table full of alcohol?"

"Well, someone's got to keep an eye on these drinks from disappearing too quickly."

"Hmm," He responded. "It kind of seems like you're waiting for someone to join the party."

Her cheeks warmed slightly, and she scoffed again. "I know who you're referring to, and no, I am not waiting for anyone."

He leaned in, the mischief in his eyes unwavering. "So, you're telling me that if Reid walked in right now, you wouldn't do a happy dance?"

"Please, there would be no happy dance," she said, rolling her eyes. "Just a casual acknowledgment, maybe."

"Casual acknowledgment? You're going with that?" His grin widened, his teasing persistence unyielding. "There's nothing casual about you two."

"If you mean hating each other's gut, then sure, there is nothing casual about Reid and me."

"He doesn't hate you, you know." She gave him a deadpanned look, her skepticism evident in her arched brow. Luke laughed. "Fine, he disliked the idea of having another prodigy on the team. When he got out of prison, he felt like you were his replacement."

She frowned. "I kind of was. Emily wanted someone to fill in for his absence while he was away."

Luke raised an eyebrow, his expression turning thoughtful. "True, but I think you're starting to grow on him." She shook her head, trying to brush off the comment. "I'm serious, I think you made an impression."

Her skepticism lingered as she fully turned towards him, pointing a finger at him. "So you’re telling me every time he tried to pick a fight he was actually impressed by my intelligence?"

"Well, Reid's got this... unique way of expressing himself, but trust me, he respects you."

She raised an eyebrow. "Now you're just pushing it."

"There's got to be something more than what you're letting on. He's not exactly subtle, you know."

She leaned back slightly, trying to maintain composure. "You're reading too much into it. Reid and I have..." a complicated dynamic between coworkers who hate each other but had sex twice—well, three, including that one time in the shower. "...a professional relationship," she decided to say.

His grin widened. "Professional? I've seen the way you two spar during cases."

She huffed. "It's just our way of solving problems. It doesn't mean anything more."

Luke's expression turned thoughtful. "I've worked with him for a while, and he usually doesn't go back and forth with people in smart talk. There must be something about you that intrigues him."

"Or irritates him," she added dryly. "You're giving him too much credit."

"Maybe," he admitted with a laugh. "But I don’t know, he might surprise you one of these days."

She shot him a skeptical glance. "I highly doubt that."

"Yeah?" He suddenly looked past her, a sly grin forming. "Then maybe should find out for yourself."

Confused, she turned around to see what had caught his attention…. And time seemed to slow as her eyes widened in surprise when she spotted Spencer entering the party, a casual smile on his face as he greeted everyone. For a moment, their eyes locked, and despite her attempts to remain nonchalant, a subtle flutter danced in her chest.

She quickly looked away, her attempt to maintain composure falling apart.

"See what I mean?" Luke's voice broke through her thoughts.

She rolled her eyes, trying to deflect. "It's just a party, people look at each other. There's nothing special."

He raised an eyebrow and responded with a hint of sarcasm. “Sure."

"I'm serious. Stop reading into it."

"Alright, I won't."

That only annoyed her even more. She took a deep breath, attempting to regain control of the situation. "You're insufferable."

"What? I believe you," he replied. "I mean, nothing could've happened between two people who were locked together and then forced to share a room, right?"

She shot him a glare, but before she could say anything, she felt a presence coming up behind her. A sudden chill ran down her spine as she caught a whiff of scent she was accustomed to by now, something woody and fresh with a subtle hint of sweetness.

"Reid," Luke greeted as he gave her a side glance before moving towards Spencer, casually dropping an arm around his shoulders. "It's good to see you. How's your mom?"

Spencer's eyes met hers briefly before responding to Luke, "She's doing well, thanks."

“Good to hear.” Luke nodded his head towards her. "Y/n here was just telling me how much she missed you during the holidays."

Suppressing a groan, she shot him a warning look. Spencer, however, responded with a small smile. "You did?"

Her cheeks warmed slightly, caught off guard by his direct question. She feigned nonchalance, offering a casual shrug. "Please, I was just mourning the lack of someone to challenge my wisdom."

Luke chuckled and gave her one last pointed look before excusing himself with a pretense of Rossi calling him somewhere from the crowd. Her eyes narrowed on his back as he walked away, shaking her head in disbelief. "That man coming close to being second place on my hate list."

"I take it I'm still on your number one spot then."

She turned towards him at the sound of his voice, and now that they were alone, she finally took her time to observe him.

Her eyes scanned his clothes, taking in the details. From the carefully styled hair that hinted at the time he took to prepare, to the open dress shirt that he seemed unbothered to button all the way, exposing his long neck and the slight expanse of his chest. He looked good. He looked clean, polished, and undeniably handsome.

She blinked and cleared her throat, attempting to regain composure. "Well, you certainly took your time getting ready."

He met her gaze with a hint of amusement in his eyes, seemingly aware of her scrutinizing observation. "I believe in making a good impression," he replied, a subtle smile on his lips.

She arched an eyebrow, resisting the urge to acknowledge the effect his appearance had on her. "Trying to win over the crowd with something beyond your brain?"

"Partly," he admitted, "And partly because someone once told me that a well-dressed genius is a force to be reckoned with."

"Must have been Garcia."

He grinned. "You know her well."

She took another sip of her drink, a blend of sweet and bitter notes dancing on her tongue. Keeping her eyes on him over the rim of her glass, she observed the play of shadows on his face, accentuating the angles of his features. The ambient light from the party cast a subtle glow, and she couldn't help but notice how it highlighted the soft strands of hair that fell gracefully across his forehead.

"I'm actually surprised to see you here," she slowly remarked, her voice laced with curiosity.

"Surprised? Should I be offended?"

"I just never saw you as a... party type of person."

"I'm not," he agreed. "The only exception of social gathering I can endure is with everyone present here."

"Including me?"

“Especially you."

Her demeanor faltered for a split second, caught off guard by the unexpected turn in his tone. It wasn't the usual witty remark she anticipated. A flicker of surprise crossed her features before she could conceal it, her throat clearing as she attempted to regain control over her beating heart.

"Especially… me?" she echoed, attempting to mask the surprise in her voice.

Spencer's gaze held a warmth that felt unfamiliar, and he nodded. "It seems social events are more bearable when you're around."

She tilted her head and studied him. "You're just saying that because you have someone to pick a fight with."

"A fight?" He wondered. "Is that what we've been doing?"

"It's what we've always been doing."

"Not for the past few weeks, we haven't."

She knew what he was referring to. Not wanting to give him the satisfaction of indulging in a conversation about their sexual escapades, she instead responded with, "Well, you haven't, I'm still trying to play my part here."

He chuckled softly, the sound resonating in the quiet space between them. "And what part would that be?"

"The one where I constantly question the liability of your knowledge, of course."

Spencer's smile widened, the lines of his face softening. "Maybe," he began, his voice low, "We can explore different roles that don't involve any fighting."

She raised an eyebrow. "Are you suggesting a truce, Dr. Reid?"

"More like a change of tactics, Dr. L/n," he replied, gently taking the glass from her hand and placing it by the bar.

Her frown deepened, uncertainty in her eyes. "What are you doing?"

He nodded toward the center of the backyard where most of their team members filled the space of the party. "Dance with me."

She gazed towards the dance floor, then back at him, and her brows furrowed. That did not sound like the Spencer she knew, heck, she wasn't sure she had ever seen him dance before. Her eyes narrowed further when he gave her a grin.

"Come on, it's just a dance. It won't kill you," he urged, extending a hand towards her.

She eyed his outstretched hand with mock skepticism. "Are you implying that dancing with you is some kind of survival?"

Spencer grinned. "Considering the number of times you've survived my intellect, this should be a walk in the park."

She rolled her eyes. "Intellect, yes. Dancing? I'll take my chances."

"Are you afraid you'll step on my toes?" he teased.

"More like I'm afraid you'll step on mine," she shot back.

Spencer chuckled. "Just one dance, and if you don't enjoy it, you can revert to questioning the liability of my knowledge."

Her eyes drifted between his outstretched hand and his gaze, a silent contemplation unfolding within her. She knew that if she agreed to this, there was no turning back. Was it a wise decision? Probably not. But a small, rebellious part of her was curious to see how the night would unfold.

Spencer watched her with a patient expression, his hand still extended. The music continued to play, a steady beat that seemed to echo the pulse of the night, and after a moment's hesitation, she sighed in mock exasperation.

"Fine," she said, finally placing her hand in his, "But I reserve the right to make sarcastic remarks about your dance moves later."

"Deal," he agreed, leading her onto the dance floor with a grin.

She could feel everyone's scrutiny on them as he pulled her onto the dance floor, her breath hitching when he grabbed her other hand and placed her arms around his neck before snaking his arms around her waist.

"Everyone's watching us, aren't they?" she asked as they started to move to the soft beat of the music.

Spencer's gaze held a mischievous glint as he twirled her around, navigating the dance floor with surprising grace. "Let them watch," he replied, his voice low, sending a shiver down her spine. "It's just a dance, after all."

"You don't strike me as the 'just a dance' kind of person." She arched an eyebrow, unable to shake off the sense that there was more to this move than met the eye. "You don't even strike me as someone who even knows how to dance."

He shrugged. "Dancing is easy. All you have to do is move in circles and hold on to your partner."

He proved his point by pulling her further into his arms, and she couldn't help but notice the contrast in their heights. His broad chest pressed against her, the softness of his abdomen against her stomach, while his arms securely wrapped around her body.

Her breath caught for a moment, her gaze instinctively locking with his. The initial awkwardness transformed into a surprising ease, and she reciprocated the movements with a newfound confidence. The subtle sways and turns took on a rhythm of their own, syncing perfectly with the music that enveloped them.

"See?" he whispered, the warmth of his breath sending a shiver down her spine. "Easy."

They continued to move to the rhythm, and she couldn't help but notice the intensity in his gaze. The world around them seemed to blur, and for a moment, she actually enjoyed being held close to him.

But before she could fully relax in his arms, JJ appeared on the dance floor, hand in hand with her husband Will. The look of disbelief in their friend's eyes was unmistakable as the couple approached them while being tangled in their own dance.

"Are my eyes deceiving me," JJ teased, a playful smile dancing on her lips. "Or are you two getting along quite well?"

She rolled her eyes, attempting to maintain a casual facade. "It's just a dance. Don't read too much into it."

JJ's grin widened as she exchanged a knowing look with Will. "I didn't think I'd see the day when you and Reid would willingly share the dance floor."

She shot a glance at Spencer, and there was a momentary flicker of something in his eyes—was it surprise? amusement? She couldn't quite place it. Collecting herself, she responded with a mock grimace, "He forced me into it."

Spencer's expression turned playful. "I have a way of convincing people to do things they didn't know they wanted to do."

"You mean manipulate."

He chuckled. "Persuade, Y/n. It's all about perspective."

From the corner of her eyes, she saw JJ and Will exchanging another pointed look. "Either way, you both look like you're having a good time."

"And you both look good together," Will added.

"Thank you."

"We're not together."

They both looked at each other while JJ raised an eyebrow, her grin widening. "Yet here you are. Spence, you might have just discovered a hidden talent—getting Y/n to dance."

She let out a sigh. "Don't encourage him."

Spencer leaned in, his tone low. "You're just mad because you're enjoying this."

She narrowed her eyes. "Let's not get carried away."

"Come on, just admit it," The corners of his lips lifted in a playful smirk. "You're having more fun than you expected."

"Fun?" She scoffed, attempting to deflect the growing warmth in her cheeks. "I wouldn't call this fun. It's just an unfortunate consequence of being at a party."

"Yet you can't deny that you're not entirely opposed to the idea."

She shot him a glare. "You're dangerously close to overestimating your influence."

"Or maybe you're underestimating your willingness to enjoy the moment."

She shook her head, turning towards JJ. "Can you believe him—"

She stopped when she realized they had been left alone for a while, noticing JJ and Will were already at the other side of the dance floor. However as her eyes scanned around them, the scrutiny of the others didn't go unnoticed by her. She fixed her gaze back on Spencer.

"We must be such a sight to see," she remarked. "I bet they're starting some rumors about us."

He raised his eyebrows. "You think they haven't already?"

She sighed, acknowledging his words. "Fair point."

"What do you think they're saying about us?"

She considered for a moment. "That we secretly don't hate each other," she responded after contemplating her answer. "I think they might be disappointed when they realize the truth."

His arms instinctively tightened around her waist. "And what's the truth?"

She studied him, her heart suddenly beating fast. Weeks ago, she would have answered the question with certainty, stating that they were nothing more than coworkers who were both very stubborn. But as she felt his eyes watching her intently, she wasn't so sure anymore.

"The truth?" she echoed, her voice a little softer than she intended. "I don't know, Reid. What is our truth?"

He held her gaze, and for a moment, she was hypnotized by the look in his eyes. "Well, the part where we secretly don't hate each other is true, for me at least."

Her breath caught as she absorbed his words.

“…you don't hate me?"

"Hate is a very strong word." Spencer leaned in, his breath warm against her ear. "Hate is often fueled by fear or misunderstanding. It's a complex emotion rooted in our perceptions and experiences. So, in a way, hate is a reflection of the mind rather than a true evaluation of a person."

She couldn't help but let out a disbelieving laugh. "Did you just use psychology to explain why you don't hate me?"

"Considering our line of work, it seemed appropriate."

She shook her head in amusement. "Only you would analyze hate in the middle of a dance."

Spencer continued, "Well, understanding emotions is crucial in our field. And I believe there's more to us than mere hostility."

She pursed her lips together, her mind suddenly going through the times they often bickered. "I still find it hard to believe you didn't hate me the first time we met."

"Dislike would be a better way to put it. But I was at my lowest point at that time. It wasn't just you, I was angry at everyone. At the circumstances. At myself." He slightly leaned back and sighed. "And I admit, it was wrong of me to take it out on you."

Then after a moment of silence, he whispered, "I'm sorry."

She felt the warmth of his embrace, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against hers. The apology hung in the air and she found herself at a loss for words. For a fleeting moment, the walls she had built seemed to crumble, leaving her standing on the precipice of something unfamiliar.

She took a deep breath, her voice barely above a whisper, "And how do you see me now?"

Spencer's gaze held a thoughtful intensity as he considered her question. "I think you're someone who challenges me. There's a depth to you beyond the harsh glare and cold shoulder." He eased, pressing a hand on her lower back. "And, if I may say, someone who looks surprisingly stunning on the dance floor."

A blush crept over her cheeks, and she narrowed her eyes, wondering if he had another motive behind the compliment. "You're using flattery now? Are you trying to get in my pants again?"

He laughed. "Is it working?"

She rolled her eyes, suppressing a smile. "Nice try, Reid. Flattery might get you far, but not that far."

His grin widened, and he guided her through the dance floor with ease. "Well, I'll have to come up with better tactics then."

His touch, gentle and deliberate, sent a shiver down her spine as his thumb traced an almost hypnotic pattern on the small of her back through the fabric of her dress. The soft caress felt both intimate and tender, catching her off guard. "I mean it though," he said, his voice a soft murmur that resonated with honesty. "You do look beautiful tonight."

There was something in his gaze that was unfamiliar, even hearing him easily compliment her was foreign in her ears. Her confusion must have been evident on her face because he smiled at her. "What?"

She shook her head, dismissing her thoughts. "Nothing. It's just... unexpected, coming from you."

He chuckled, the sound vibrating against her as they moved in sync with the music. "It's part of my New Year's resolution."

"What? To be nicer?" She guessed. "Be a better person?"

"To be a better person for you," he corrected.

Her heartbeat picked up, and she found herself drawing closer to him, the music weaving a subtle spell around them. The warmth radiating from him, the soft glow of the string lights, and the gentle melody created an intimate atmosphere that blurred the lines between the hostility she often wore.

The distance between them diminished, and she felt the subtle shift in the air. Without registering what she was doing, her fingers came up behind his neck, softly playing with the strands of his hair. They were so soft, just like the look reflected in his eyes. Then her gaze went down to his lips; they too looked incredibly soft.

"Stop looking at me like that."

Her eyes snapped to his. "Like what?"

"Like you want to close the distance between us," he whispered, his voice a low murmur that sent a shiver down her spine. "Because I'm trying to restrain myself from doing just that."

His fingers found the small of her back, pressing gently, while hers continued their silent dance in his hair. Every touch, every movement, fueled the escalating heat between them. His proximity was intoxicating, and the magnetic pull between them was undeniable. The distance diminished further until she could feel his breath, warm and inviting, grazing against her lips.

But before she could indulge herself, Garcia's voice echoed somewhere in the crowd. "It's the final countdown, people!"

Suddenly becoming aware of their surroundings, she released her arms from around his neck and shifted her gaze elsewhere. Her eyes landed on the projector screen, previously used by the kids for a movie marathon and now it displayed the vibrant scenes of people joyously ringing in the New Year celebration.

As the digital numbers on the screen ticked down, the energy in the backyard intensified. The countdown became a collective heartbeat, a shared anticipation that echoed through the crowd.

"Ten! Nine! Eight!"

In those final moments, she stole a glance at Spencer, their eyes locking silently.

"Seven! Six! Five!"

But his stare became so intense that she quickly looked away.

"Four! Three! Two! One! Happy New Year!"

The cheers erupted, and the backyard was bathed in the glow of fireworks, the sky above adorned with bursts of color. She watched the dazzling display in awe, the explosions of light reflecting in her eyes.

Amidst the celebratory chaos, she noticed her friends wrapped in the arms of their loved ones, celebrating happily. JJ and Will shared a sweet kiss, Simmons was embraced by his family, Penelope and Luke exchanged laughter, and even Rossi, with a subtle smile, clinked glasses with Emily and Tara.

And as the colorful explosions painted the night sky, she felt a lingering gaze on her. Turning, she found Spencer watching her intently. His eyes were searching hers as if he were asking for permission to close the short distance separating them.

She knew what he meant. It was beyond asking permission to kiss her. It was a gentle plea to understand the unspoken boundaries that lingered between them. Engaging in intimacy behind closed doors was one thing, but to take that step in front of their peers meant exposing a vulnerability she had carefully guarded. Did she want to cross that line?

A part of her wavered, finding herself drawn to him—his warm brown eyes, his smile, everything about him seemed to call out to a part of her that she had kept guarded. The barriers she had meticulously built started to feel like fragile walls as everything around them started to fade, leaving only the soft glow of string lights and the distant echoes of laughter.

Oh, fuck it.

Feeling the pull of an undeniable force, she took a step closer with a small, bashful smile playing on her lips. It was all the answer he needed. Closing the distance between them, he framed her face with his large hands, his warm touch sending a shiver down her spine. Surrounded by the cheers of the crowd and the vibrant display of fireworks overhead, he finally leaned down, gently brushing his lips against hers.

Warmth spread through her body as he held her, his touch gentle yet possessive. He tipped her jaw, allowing his mouth to move along with hers. His tongue easily slipped into her as he continued to taste the subtle hint of liquor she had been drinking. Spencer was never one to drink, but he didn't mind tasting it on her. If anything, he couldn't get enough.

Her arms instinctively traveled underneath his suit jacket, seeking more of his warmth as she wrapped them around his waist. The fabric of his suit was smooth under her fingertips, and the heat of his body radiated through the layers of clothing.

The kiss deepened as he continued to explore her mouth, growing more intense with each passing second, and it wasn't until they heard someone through their haze calling out, "There are kids here!" that he finally pulled away.

He laughed, a soft, genuine sound and she couldn't help but join in. He then rested his forehead against hers, their breaths mingling in the small space that separated them. The lingering taste of their kiss hung in the air, and for a moment, they simply stood there. The reality of the situation slowly sank in, and they exchanged a glance filled with a mix of surprise and amusement.

"I guess we got carried away," he mumbled.

"You think?" She chuckled, her fingers playing with the lapels of his suit jacket. "We should keep it PG-13 for now."

His fingers gently traced the curve of her cheek. "Does that mean we can go R-rated later?"

She let out a laugh, throwing her head back in mirth. "You're relentless."

He smiled, savoring the moment of ease between them, and he found himself captivated by the genuine joy she radiated. His gaze traveled around the backyard and noticed everyone watching them with amused grins. He leaned down and pulled her flush against him. "Everyone's watching us."

She groaned and hid her face in the crook of his neck. "I can already imagine their teasing."

There was a moment of silence before he responded, "I think it's worth it."

"What is?" she mumbled into his neck.

He pulled away and looked down at her. In a tender gesture, he brushed a strand of hair away from her face, his touch lingering for a moment longer than necessary. "I can handle the constant teasing if it means I get to hold you like this."

The corners of her lips curled into a soft smile. "You're willing to endure their teasing just to hold me?"

His gaze met hers, unwavering. "More than willing."

Her gaze softened as she looked at him. She couldn't believe how this night had turned out, yet, here they were—wrapped up in a dance of their own. It was a position she would've never imagined herself in. And despite her best efforts to resist, the walls she had meticulously built were crumbling.

"Can I kiss you again?" He whispered. "I promise I'll make it family-friendly."

The corners of her lips curled as she laughed. The unexpected turn of events had brought them to a place she never anticipated, but surprisingly, it felt oddly right.

"I suppose one more won't hurt."

His smile widened, and with a hint of mischief in his eyes, he leaned in, capturing her lips in a tender kiss. "Happy New Year," he whispered against her lips.

She found herself smiling, realizing that perhaps, unexpected as it was, this change of year wasn't so bad. She closed her eyes, savoring the moment, and wondered where her life would take her this year. The path ahead seemed unclear, but one thing was certain—Spencer Reid had managed to find his way into her heart.

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a/n: if you’ve followed the story since lose control, this is the ending for this short series. As much as I wanted to write smut again for the last part, the fluff was calling out to me :3

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Personal update below

Tw: pregnancy loss, miscarriage, blood

Here it is, the words I’ve been unable to type, much less say out loud. Late in the night a few nights ago, I woke up to some abdominal cramping and went to the bathroom. I had been bleeding vaginally all day, but not enough to be super concerned.

I woke up and went to the bathroom, and knew something was wrong. To spare the details, I was bleeding a lot, cramping severely, and I knew my baby was gone. I felt empty inside, despite only being about 7 or 8 weeks pregnant. Intuition, I suppose. I just felt so lonely, as if I wasn’t supposed to be the only occupant in my body.

My husband took me to the hospital and after hours of invasive poking, prodding, and testing, a nurse practitioner I will likely never see again, who will likely never think of me again, told me that my baby was gone. He was straight forward, which I like in medical personnel. He told me my pregnancy was unviable and that it’s common. That we shouldn’t worry. These things happen. It’s normal, common. The three or so minutes felt like an eternity, waiting for him to leave so I could fall apart in the privacy of my husband’s arms, despite the lack of privacy an emergency department offers.

The hospital was so sterile, the bright lights and lack of windows made it impossible for you to track the passage of time. The winding hallways a maze of monotony, making it impossible to know how to return to your room without a guide. The walls were devoid of any real color, save for tv screens and workplace posters. And yet, the room I was placed in was the only room with decorative curtains. All the other curtains were just a shade of navy.

Mine had flowers on it, as if the world or God or the hospital wanted to offer me some reprieve, some reminder that for the hospital, this was routine, but that it wasn’t routine for me. That I deserved something for my eyes to find comfort in.

So here it is, the new reality I find myself in. My baby is gone. The rare statement that, once it becomes true, will never change.

I’m reeling a bit from this loss, as you can imagine. I’m gutted. I got married right at the beginning of the year, falling pregnant not long after. I joked with my husband that I started the year off becoming a wife and was ending the year becoming a mom. I suppose it really was just a joke in the end, but I’m not sure if the punchline was me or my continued optimism, in spite all that I’ve endured.

Anyway, everyone was extraordinarily kind to me when I had posted that I was pregnant. I know that technically I don’t owe anyone details of my personal life, especially not this personal, but I wanted to share it because I don’t want to be sad and alone. And perhaps this will find its way to someone else who has felt some loss recently, whether it be the loss of someone or something, or a loss of self or identity, or a loss of the future you had planned out. Maybe they will feel some connection to this. Or maybe one day someone will think of this as they reel with their own loss.

I don’t regret sharing the news so early, despite the circumstances that have now led me to making this post. Any joy we can find is worth sharing, even if it’s fleeting, especially if it’s fleeting, and even if it’s for some stranger on the internet.

Anyway, I have my dogs and my husband, who are very loving. I’m not sure when I’ll post this, I’ll likely stick it in my queue somewhere so it feels less like I’m hitting the ‘post’ button and more like softly whispering all of this in the wind.

I will be okay, I always am. Grief is a black hole I am trying navigate and figure out where it ends and I begin, trying to remember what my new life will be like and how to grieve yet another version of myself lost to time and trauma and sadness.

There is no narrative device here, nothing I did could’ve changed the outcome. Sometimes the world is just needlessly cruel.

This doesn’t really affect anything on here or what I choose to interact with. I’m still okay discussing/reading/writing about babies and kids and everything in that realm. I just didn’t want anyone asking after the baby and making someone feel bad for wanting to know how I was doing.

Anyway, I don’t want to end this on a despairing note, even though that is the tune of my life at the moment. I want to remember that my now is not my forever, and I hope anyone reading this that is experiencing any manner of suffering takes as much out of that sentiment as I do.

Yours,

V ❤️

#personal note

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The Test - Johnny Knoxville

Pairing: Johnny Knoxville x Fem!Reader (goes by “Babydoll”)

Author’s Note: I needed to get this one out because the next story I’ve had in my drafts for MONTHS and she needs to be seen!

NOT MY GIF

Y/N paced around her office when she heard the door open. Whitney entered, closing the door behind her with one hand while the other held onto a plastic bag.

“Special delivery,” Whitney beamed, handing over the bag.

“You’re an angel,” Y/N sighed, reaching into the bag. She paused for a moment, and then pulled out a bag of gummies.

“Those are mine,” Whitney said, grabbing the bag. “The rest is yours.”

Y/N grabbed the can of Arizona tea and began chugging it.

“Are you really that dehydrated?” Whitney remarked.

Y/N shot her a look. “Well I need to be able to pee, Whit.”

“Ok, but you don’t have water to - you know what? Not my problem. Drink up.”

Y/N continued chugging as her best friend watched while lying on the couch.

“So you’re doing this life changing event while your husband is at a meeting?” Whitney asked, putting a gummy worm in her mouth.

“Honestly, I just got the idea this morning,” Y/N admitted. “Like, I got it and then I called you and here we are.”

Whitney nodded her head. “I love that even though you’re married, you still go to me first for all your impromptu decisions.”

“Oh you always knew you would be my go-to regardless.”

Whitney hummed in delight as she threw another gummy worm in her mouth. “So what do we do now?”

“We wait until I have to pee,” Y/N said, leaning back against her desk.

“Ok, so while we’re waiting, you wanna tell me what you’re feeling right now?”

Y/N sighed. “I have, like, million thoughts going through my mind right now.”

“Want to talk about one-.”

“I’m fucking terrified.”

“Ok good. Let’s focus on that one.” Whitney sat up straight. “It’s ok to be scared-.”

“I said ‘terrified’ not scared.”

“Terrified, scared. Potato, pohtatoh.”

“No, scared is liked I don’t want anything to do with it, period,” Y/N said. “Terrified is like the idea of it makes my skin crawl.”

“That’s not-ok,” Whitney gave up. “Look, what are. You terrified of? Do you not want kids or-?”

Just then, the door opened and Johnny strolled in.

“Hey Whitney!” he greeted with a big smile.

“Hey! Look who it is!” Whitney said. “I’m gonna leave you two kids alone for a bit and make a phone call.”

She grabbed her purse and patted Johnny on the shoulder.

He turned to Y/N and placed his hands on her hips. “Everything ok, Babydoll?”

Y/N sighed, leaning her forehead against his. “Please don’t be mad.”

Johnny pouted. “What’s up?”

“Ok, so you know I haven’t been feeling well, right?”Y/N began.

Johnny nodded when his eyes widened. “Are you…?”

“I don’t know, but I’m taking a test. How do you feel about that?”

Johnny thought for a moment before asking, “Can I come in the bathroom with you?”

==================================

“Now, we wait,” she said, setting the test on the counter top.

Y/N and Johnny sat in the bathroom, their backs against the wall. Johnny rubbed his wife’s bare thigh, giving it an occasional squeeze.

“I chose a good day to wear a dress,” she spoke up.

Johnny cracked a smile. “I do like when you wear them. Easy access for me.”

She shot him a look, pulling back her lips. “You would.”

“You don’t fight me on it, Cutie.”

She sighed, leaning her head against his shoulder. “How are you feeling about possibly being a dad?”

“I would love to have kids,” he said. “And having kids with you? Dream come true. Technically, we’re parents to the Jackass gang. Although, I’m more of the mother and you take on the dad role.”

She chuckled as Johnny turned to her. “At the end of the day, kids is a partnership thing. If you’re not ready, we can wait until you are.”

“I am,” she said, feeling the weight of the situation lift off her body. “I’m just scared, you know? I mean, what if I’m a terrible mom?”

“You? Not a chance.”

“You don’t know that.”

“I do. You would be the best mother in the whole goddamn world.”

She opened her mouth to respond when she remembered something. She threw her head back against the wall. “Shit!”

“What? What is it?” Johnny asked, turning his body to face her.

“The meeting today. You got the role in ‘Dukes of Hazzard’, didn’t you?”

“Yeah but-.”

“But I’ll be pregnant while you’re filming.”

He shrugged. “So you come with me.”

“Come with you? It’s not filming in LA?”

“Nope. Louisiana. Two months beginning in February.”

Two months didn’t sound terrible. “But still, what about appointments? What am I gonna do while you’re filming? I don’t want to burden you, babe. You should be having fun.”

“I won’t be if I’m constantly worrying about you being thousands of miles away from me,” he said. “Look, if you end up getting pregnant, you can come with me. You can work from the trailer or from the hotel. We’ll get a temporary doctor to check in on you. We’ll…”

As he listed out all the things he would do, Y/N realized how lucky she was to have Johnny as a partner. When she saw obstacles, he saw ways to overcome them together.

Parenting would be hard, but with Johnny it would be worth it. That kid would have two parents doing everything and anything for them.

“All I know this that I don’t want to miss a single moment of you growing our kid,” he concluded. “I want to be there for everything.”

“Ok,” she said, taking his hand. “I’ll go with you.”

His eyes lit up. “Yeah?”

“As long as you can handle the good and the bad that comes with pregnancy,” she said.

“Babydoll, you know I can handle anything,” he said.

He gave her a kiss when his watch went off. “It’s time to check. You ready?”

“As ready as I’ll ever be.”

Johnny helped her off the ground and Y/N grabbed the stick from the bathroom counter. She stared down at it as Johnny watched on bated breath.

“PJ…”

Her lack of a reaction made him sick to his stomach. “What? What’d it say?”

He looked at the stick and then back at her, tears streaming down.

=================================

Whitney laid on the office couch when Y/N and Johnny walked in. The red head shot up, smoothing out her jeans.

“What’s the verdict?” Whitney asked.

The couple exchanged a look, smiled growing on their faces.

“I’m pregnant,” Y/N said with a small laugh.

Whitney screamed before throwing her arms around Y/N. “I’m so happy for you two!” she exclaimed, squeezing her best friend.

She then moved to Johnny, giving him a big hug. When she pulled back, Y/N noticed tears pouring down her best friend’s face.

“Are you…Whitney you’re…” Y/N couldn’t believe it.

“I never thought it was possible,” Johnny remarked, shaking his head.

“Shut up, this is a special day,” she sniffled. “My best friend is having a baby.”

She grabbed a tissue off of Y/N’s desk and blew her nose.

Y/N and Johnny exchanged smiles. Not only did they get the best news ever, but they made Whitney cry.

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Your Moniker Should Be Cruel | part 2.

Summary: How do you win a war between the Greens and the Blacks? Take what you want.

Warnings: 18+ THIS IS A DARK FIC. (Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, for those who use this term) Non-con and violence and death. Do not read if that makes you uncomfortable (and do not hate on my readers that enjoy this escapism)

Pairing: dark!Aegon x reader, technically Cregan x reader (his romance doesn't really get focused on for any of the story)

Word Count: 2.8k

Previous Part | Series Masterlist

You were dropped on the ground when Aemond reached the dragon pits of King’s Landing. Despite your attempts to take off your waist strap and legs straps, he was there in a matter of seconds. You cursed. If it wasn’t raining then you wouldn’t have used all of the safety measures. You didn't even like wearing leg straps. Aemond tied your arms behind your back and blindfolded you before he undid your saddle straps. You kicked as hard as you could, freezing when you felt something cold on your neck. 

“I’ll kill you like I killed your brother if you don’t quit moving.” 

You stopped, letting Aemond escort you. He took the secret route in the dragon pits that led back to King’s Landing. He left you in the Godswood, tied to the large weirwood tree. You shook like a leaf as you tried to undo your ties. There was nowhere to go but if you were able to run or at least hide then you could think properly. The voices stopped you just as you figured out how to undo the knot. A shrill voice made a noise between a gasp and a scream. 

“What have you done?” 

Aemond looked at his mother confused. “I’ve solved our problems. This is better than any promises from Lord Baratheon. Lucerys is dead and we have her.” 

Otto looked at his grandson. “You’ve killed Lucerys?"

"I didn't intend to. Vhagar mistook my commands. I simply adapted."

"So you took Y/N? The princess’ terms hadn’t come in. We don’t know what she might have done.” 

“They were at Storm’s End.” 

“That doesn’t matter!” Otto lost his composure. “That is what one does with the threat of war. She didn’t know if we would invade just as we didn’t know about her. You have thrown that away. Even if she was willing to give up the crown, it would have been for her children. Do you know what she will do now? She will start a war! We ar— Aegon, what are you doing?” 

You shook when you felt a hand grab your cheeks. Warm breath could be felt as it fanned over your face. You felt fingers digging into your flesh, not enough to hurt but enough to make you squirm with discomfort.  

“Call the Septon,” Aegon said, turning to look at his family. 

“What?” Otto and Alicent were confused, too busy trying to think of ways to stop a war that was certainly happening now. 

“Call the Septon,” Aegon repeated himself. “I am taking a second wife. A prisoner isn’t enough, they’ll just come to rescue her. Killing her will cause a people’s rebellion. The bitch used to give bread to poor people when her family still lived here. No, Y/N Velaryon is going to give me an heir. There is nothing they can do about that without causing harm to her.” 

“You have children with Helaena.” 

“And our son will marry the daughter I have with Y/N. They’ll rule together like my father always wanted from his children.” 

You were left alone again. Or so you thought. Aegon was looking at you, enjoying the struggle as you tried to undo your ties. He waited until you were almost out before grabbing your hands. You screamed There was no use trying to escape anymore, not in your current state. 

Aegon tested you. He removed the tie around the weirwood tree before everyone else got back to see what you would do. A devilish smile crossed his face when you didn’t run. You simply stood there, trying to get a sense of your surroundings. The wedding was done right then and there. You weren’t changed. Your ties weren’t removed. You were still blindfolded as you said your vows. Vows you didn’t say so much as muttered under the stress of Aemond’s sword lightly pressing into your back. 

Otto and Alicent watched with lots of concern as you were pulled along by Aegon as he headed towards his chamber. Alicent pulled away when you jumped at her touch. She could do nothing but watch you leave the Godswood. 

Otto squeezed his hands out of stress. “We could send her back in good faith?” 

“Aemond has killed Lucerys.” 

“But she is still alive. They will want her back.” 

“Is Aegon to give up the throne? Do you think Rhaenyra will accept a surrender? She will kill Aegon a—” 

“Your son killed hers first! And he’s kidnapped the only daughter she has birthed. Your other son has taken light of her pledge to Lord Stark, wed her, and is about to ruin her. There is nothing to do now. We surrender and pray they are merciful enough to not take our heads. Understand when you have lost because of your own actions.” 

Alicent shook her head. “What mother sacrifices her children? I am sorry about Y/N, I truly am. But I will not kill my own children. Aegon has made this decision. We must support him until the end of war.” 

~~

Daemon had been on the beach in the morning. Lord Baratheon was more than likely to host the prince and princess for many days but Cregan probably wouldn’t care much for Jace without you there. Even if Jace and Cregan were friends. But Daemon wasn’t just waiting on Jace. He was waiting on word from his Goldcloaks about who was still loyal and would ride to Dragonstone. 

The King Consort waved as Vermax landed on the beach. His hand dropped when two ravens almost flew into him. Jace undid his leg straps rather lazily. Unlike you and Lucerys, he and Rhaena preferred leg straps over waist straps. He looked over at his stepfather who was picking something off the legs of the ravens. 

“Daemon, what is it?” 

The two papers dropped from Daemon’s grip, landing in the sand. Jace slid down his dragon and ran when his stepfather trudged towards the ocean and dropped into the water. He stopped to pick up the papers first. 

“We have to tell Mother, we ha—” 

Jace stopped when Daemon didn’t move. The older man looked out at the ocean. Daemon’s face turned hard. He returned his sword to its sheath and stood up. He and Jace returned to the meeting hall where everyone was gathered to discuss more plans. Jace went to Baela, Rhaena, Joffrey, and the twins while Daemon went to Rhaenyra. He pulled her towards the fire and away from the table. Rhaenyra’s scream gained everyone’s attention. Daemon put a hand on her shoulder. 

“We will get her back. But we must plan.” 

Rhaenyra nodded. “I want you to get Cregan Stark.” 

Daemon was gone without another word. 

~~

You were pushed into a room. Aegon didn’t stop pushing until you were face first on the bed. You didn’t bother kicking or hitting as he untied you, already fearful of another knife to your back. Instead, you begged. Still blindfolded, you choked out sobs and whispered your pleas as you felt the bottom of your skirt get pushed up. Aegon leaned over you. 

“Keep begging. I enjoy it.” 

He was cold, not even trying to help you like it. It was all for his pleasure and giving him an heir. You had to listen to him take pride in how your mother and father would feel when they received the news. He took pride in the notion that you and Cregan were over by his own hands. You felt yourself get turned over.

For the first time that night, he kissed you. It wasn’t sweet or of passion. It was of conquest, another thing he bragged about. Living up to his ancestor’s moniker — Aegon the Conqueror. He tilted your head up as he removed the blindfold. Fingers grabbing the front of your dress, he tore it. 

“I think I’ll keep a bit of this to remind me of our night. I will see you in the morning when the family eats, dear wife.” He grabbed at your body one more time. “I will see you tomorrow night as well. We will make beautiful heirs. The maids will come by in the morning with clothes for you. Don’t think you will do anything without my permission.” 

He left. You laid motionless in your bed, only staring at the ceiling for what felt like hours. Eventually, you were able to sit yourself up. Your chamber was practically empty. There wasn’t even a jug of water. You coughed as you got out of the bed.

Carefully, like you were afraid of making any moves, you opened the door to see Kingsguards. They both turned, immediately looking above you when they saw how torn your dress was. You tried to cover up your chest as best as you could with the torn fabric and your hands. You looked at both of them, recognizing Ser Criston. 

“Can I get some water? And maybe something to eat, please?” 

Ser Criston walked away while the other Kingsguard stayed by the door. You stood awkwardly in your own chamber when he came back. He set down a jug of water with a cup as well as a small plate of whatever he could scrounge up from the kitchens. He set down something else. 

“One of the maids had a spare sleeping gown.” 

He left shortly after, not looking at you as he did. You made your way over to the small table, deciding to change into the sleeping gown first. The water felt cool as it hit your lips. You didn’t bother with the cup. The jug was only set back on the table when it was empty.

Your stomach rumbled as the reality of your situation hit you fully. You vomited all over the floor. You didn’t want the food anymore, choosing to just sit on your bed. It was early morning when the maids came in. The first maid stopped in the doorframe. 

“Oh my.”

The others nearly ran into her. They all focused on the vomit in between the bed and the table. Some of them moved to clean it up while others started a bath. They whispered under their breath to each other. You looked like you hadn’t slept at all. The food hadn’t been touched but the jug of water was drained.

Aegon’s behavior wasn’t a secret amongst the maids. They had lost so many girls who were given money by the Crown to get as far away from the Keep as they could. But they never thought he would do it to his own wife. You were basically a doll as they moved you from your bed to the tub. They washed you as gently as they could. Everyone froze when you pulled your leg away as a maid got closer to it. 

They decided you were done and helped you out of the tub. You were dressed with clothes that had belonged to Helaena. The maids escorted you along with the Kingsguard to the dining hall. It was just Otto, Alicent, Aegon, Helaena, and Aemond. Alicent dropped her head in her hands when you sat down. You looked like a wreck. The only thing nice was your hair and the dress the maids were responsible for. 

The dark circles under your eyes were large. Your lip looked split. And some sort of bruise was forming around your neck. You just stared into the distance. She tried to pile food on your plate, pushing it towards you. You didn’t make any movement. The family ate and talked around you.

Your eyes glanced down when you felt something touch your thigh. A white hand scrunched up the fabric of your dress until the skirt was completely bunched around your waist. You looked over at Aegon who looked at you with dark eyes. Otto turned his head when he heard a squeak come from you. He saw his grandson’s arm moving rather vigorously. 

“Aegon.” 

“What? I came to the realization that I never gave my wife pleasure last night. If you don’t enjoy entertainment with your meal then you may leave, grandsire.” He looked back at you in disgust. “Did you just piss yourself?” 

He pulled his hand from you and pushed your upper body onto the table, forcing you to stand. 

“Aegon, stop this at once!” Otto threw down his spoon.  

“Why? She is my wife.” 

Everyone but Aemond and the required Kingsguard left as Aegon began flipping up your skirts. The Kingsguard averted their eyes, flinching at every sound that came from you. Aegon pressed you into the table more and more with each thrust. He and his brother made crude remarks. Eventually, Aemond grew bored and left after pouring the rest of his unfinished wine onto your head. 

Alicent paced outside the dining hall, stopping every now and then to listen at the door. She ran in when Aegon and his Kingsguard had left. The thin cotton that made your underwear was in pieces at your ankles. Your skirts were still flipped up. Alicent rushed over to you. You freaked out when you felt someone touch you. Alicent tried to shush you as she pulled down your dress and sat you down in a chair. She kneeled down in front of you, grabbing your hands. 

“I apologize deeply for his behavior.” 

“I want to go home,” you said in a voice barely above a whisper. 

“This is your home now. I will speak with Aegon about letting you out of the chamber.” She beckoned over Ser Criston. “I’d like you to take care of her as best as you can.” 

Alicent went to go find her son. Criston offered a hand that you shakily took. You thought he was gone for the day when you were returned to your chamber. Instead, he was back with water and food since you still hadn’t eaten since yesterday morning. He approached you with another sleeping gown and a cup. 

“Mara made the tea for herself. She requested that I give it to you, Your Grace.” 

“Princess.” 

“Hmm?” 

“I don’t want to be Your Grace.”

“Yes. Apologies, Princess. Please take the tea. Either Mara or I will be by in the mornings with more for you.” 

You recognized the scent of moon tea in the cup. Aegon had forbidden you from everywhere, especially the kitchens. You suspected it was for this very reason. You downed the cup before taking the jug on your nightstand and poured water into the cup.

After three rounds of water, you thought all traces of moon tea were out of the cup. Your eyes closed as you turned away from the food in favor of sleep. There was nothing to do but fearfully wait for Aegon to come at night. 

You were allowed out of your chamber after a while. The Godswood, the kitchen, and the library were the only places you could go. Kingsguard still escorted you everywhere. At first, Aegon only wanted you to have library access. Otto and Alicent convinced him otherwise when you still didn’t eat. You only ate stuff that you prepared and you only ate in the kitchens.

The cooks set a stool at the end of the large counter because that was where you stayed. You always got pitiful looks from them as they tried to add more food onto your plate whenever you came in with split lips or others matters. They looked at you with pity when Aegon came in. He set your bread down and yanked you off the stool. 

“You can eat later.” 

You were confused when you were led through the Godswood by a fully armored Aegon. He sat you on the back of his dragon and tied the leg straps before getting on himself. As his dragon flew on, you started to hear shouting. Pretty soon you came upon a battlefield. It wasn’t really. No one was fighting, not yet. But there were troops for miles. And there were dragons.

Your parents looked over you as best as they could. Your brother’s face couldn’t conceal his anger, neither could his dragon. You looked at them all. Jace, Daemon, Rhaenyra, Baela, Rhaena, and Rhaenys. Every dragon-rider was there. Your grandmother was closest to you.

If you jumped, she might be able to catch you before you hit the ground. Aegon grabbed you just as you undid the second strap. He pressed his knife to your throat. 

“I will kill her if you ever try to come for her or the crown. Do you understand?” 

Aegon could tell they were calculating. He didn’t wait, choosing to prove his point. You cried out when he stabbed your right shoulder. Rhaenyra sneered but didn’t move for fear of hurting you more. Aegon began flying back without any more opposition.

Your family knew they had to go back to Dragonstone but they weren’t giving up. Unbeknownst to him, Aegon reignited the life in you. You hadn’t seen your family in months and it almost broke you. Now, you wanted to reunite more than anything. You landed in King’s Landing without a fight.

The Grand Maester cared for your wound while Alicent and Otto berated Aegon for what he had done. You couldn’t really hear what they were saying. You were too busy plotting how you were going to kill every last one of them.

(part 3)

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[barry-j-blupjeans]

44 with blupjeans

44. Washing their hair for them when they can't.

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"This sucks," Lup said. Barry made a little "mh-hm" of agreement and raised one of his arms to wipe water from his face.

It was warm enough in here that he had begun to sweat, which was probably the opposite of what he wanted to happen in a shower. But Lup wanted him here so he'd be damned if he didn't even try. Technically, he wasn't in the shower. He was standing against the wall, wedged between the shower curtain. Lup was standing directly in front of him as he scrubbed conditioner into her hair.

He probably should have taken off his shirt, at least. That would have been a smart idea.

"Not you, babe," Lup said.

"Of course," Barry said.

"But like- the situation sucks," she said. "I wanna do my hair and not feel weird about it."

"I get it," Barry said.

Stepping into a regrown version of your body was… an experience, to say the least. It came with some new, unwelcome discomforts. When he was on his own, he had been able to power through for the most part. There was a time on his… fourth? Fifth? body that the sensation of brushing his teeth made him so uncomfortable that he didn't brush them until he died again. And not to mention the idea of wearing socks with his third body. Barry was fine with them now but even recalling it shook him up.

They had tried to plan around the random things that Lup might be uncomfortable with for a while, but it was hard to figure out until they truly knew what was going to happen. It didn't help that half the time they couldn't tell if it was a weird new body thing or a "Lup has not had flesh in ten years" thing.

The past few weeks had been full of experiments and tests to figure out accommodations for the weird little things. They bought new blankets because the ones that they had were too suffocating for Lup to use. He managed to find a sponge that didn't give Lup goosebumps if she had to wash the dishes. They were getting very good at keeping Magnus's tiny dog out of Lup's way because the feeling of her nose rubbed Lup wrong in a very bad way.

They were still having a rough patch with the shower stuff. He felt like they had gone through all the hair care companies on Faerûn to find one that felt okay, but they had quickly run out of options. For now, they had to settle with Barry helping her with hair care because the texture of the condition and shampoo on her hands made her feel sick. Thankfully, her hair was okay. Barry wasn't even going to pretend he knew how it worked anymore.

He leaned back, observing Lup's hair. Barry had never really had hair this long (or this curly) but his muscle memory still seemed pretty intact for what he needed to do. That was one thing he got to keep, at least.

Nope. No. Now was not the time for that train of thought.

"Let it soak for a bit," Barry said, shaking his hands off. Lup glanced over her shoulder at him, smiling.

Gods, he loved her.

She turned her body a bit more towards him, tugging on the collar of his shirt to bring him back in. Barry laughed, meeting her halfway for a kiss. His glasses had started to steam up by the time he pulled away.

"Thank you," Lup said.

"For- for the kiss, or the ha-?"

"Both," Lup said.

"Well," Barry said. "Anything for my wife."

Lup managed to smile a little wider. Barry felt a little stupid, in a good way.

"Love you," she said.

"Love you, too," he said. "Can I, uh, can I take off my shirt? I am getting... very damp."

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[eldritchmochi]

since shit continues to be wild, as evidenced by the oingo boingo voice WEIRD CANCER posts, heres.....

mochi, what the fuck is up with that?? (guts edition) 3.0

1.0 ; 2.0

i apparently have not seen enough specialists so i have an oncologist now. gotta catch 'em all and shit

tl;dr mystery mass did turn out to be technically cancerous. i do not remember the specific type off the top of my head yet but its a weird rare one, because of course it is. luckily its a kind that stays very localized, so it's not gonna pop up anywhere else in my body, and my surgeons did manage to remove all of it with good margins. i am now down the 3rd and 4th part of my duodenum and my gallbladder (which, fun fact, did have signs of chronic gallbladder disease, so i guess i didn't escape that family trend lmao). like all cancers, theres a chance it'll grow back, but if it does, it should be in roughly the same place and is unlikely to be fatal, just annoying

i've got a fuck off big scar building down the centerline of my abdomen, from sternum to groin. it is gnarly as fuck and i am excited to see how it heals. i already have some ideas on how to incorporate it into my tattoos. you can see pictures of it here if you're a morbid freak like me. be sure to look at my reblogs for updates, there will probably be several contained there down the line, for posterity :>

the first like 18hrs post surgery were uh. not fun since it took A WHILE to find some sort of non oral pain management that would actually work for me, so thats great, but sans ng tube, i'm getting by pretty okay with ibuprofen and tylenol with the occasional non-standard opioid. i've been home since tuesday, oct 10th; had a check in with a gp yesterday, oct 13th, and i'm healing well. staples will be removed on the 18th and theoretically i'll be able to keep them >:3c

i'm back to eating semi-normally. still on bowel rest, but it's not as strict as it was before and it's mostly because i am paranoid vs anything required by my doctors. i haven't been nauseous since i went under on oct 4th which is absolutely wild, and i've been experiencing hunger at normal, regular intervals including being able to eat breakfast shortly after i wake up, which i haven't been able to do without a high chance of barfing it back up immediately since i was a teenager

first oncology appt is on oct 23rd. sounds like itll be mostly setting up a plan and schedule for things like regular scans to watch for regrowth and possibly referrals for genetic testing

my pfml back pay came innnnn god only last week holy shit, and my wife got their big chunk of school loans for living expenses so we are mostly fine there. i am arranging with a local queer to come a couple times a week to help with regular chores and stuff at 40 bucks a pop. if anyone would like to sponsor one of those visits or some take out for us, i'm @/sumomomochi on both pp and vnm0

at this point the sort of stuff that would serve us best is GEEFTS. not like, physical things you pay money for necessarily, though if you're a custom dice maker and wanna send us clacky math rocks, i would not say no. things like comments on our fics (mochi's ao3 ; cherry's ao3) or fanart for em, should you be so inclined, would be incredible. cherry is very low key on the internet but i'm chronically online, so other stuff like asks about worldbuilding or fic process or fashion opinions or whatever would be fantastic for me. i am...... incredibly bored after sitting in the same spot for four months now, and i've got another 4-5 weeks of it (:

but! i have a good support system, personally, professionally, and medically, so i'll be alright in the end, just hmm. sure has been a fucking year jesus christ

#mochi rambles #mochi's medical mischief #eventually this'll be consolidated more for like #a less unhinged pinned post once i have the spoons to do a toc for fic stuff as a pinned instead but #ya kno #for now #oingo boingo voice WEIRD CANCER #pennicore

[unseelie-robynx]

Soo in the End Of Hope tyrant prince ending.. what does the beaten rebellion do? What are their lives like now?

!!!!!!!!! I am terrible at remembering I have things in my inbox cause I don't get the little number on the letter because tumblr is dumb so I'm sorry this is so late

So there's a few thoughts on that located here, but let's get into it.

WARNING: DARK!! also Brainwashing, Mind control, Objectification, and probably Dehumanization in here. Bad End.

Also, this ended up getting LONG so it's under the cut.

So first off are the spiders. Their fate is pretty straightforward. The Queen, as Red promised, is trapped screaming inside her own head while her body runs around being basically a public use public service robot. Anything she gets told to do, happens. Obviously not like, illegal or harmful things, no one could tell her to attack someone or rob a store (not that they would, why would anyone even think of something so horrible in the Perfect Golden City?) if someone tried she'd just like, shut down until a new order was given. But anything else if fair game. carry groceries? Clean up after someone's dog? jump up and down three times and swear to everyone she meets today that the sky is magenta? Done, done, and done.

Goliath is got as far away from the main palace as possible. He's big and strong, so it's easy to just permanently melt his brain, leave him as a manual worker who's blissfully happy all the time, and ship him off to do hard labor somewhere where Xiaotian never has to see his creepy gross spider self again. (Because while Xiaotian needs to keep the Spider Queen in the pubic eye, a 'Symbol of Triumph and his power to redeem even the worst sinners' A warning of what will happen if he catches anyone else trying to ruin his perfect city. There's a reason the celestials have backed off any tentative plans to stop him. They didn't pay attention in time, and now it's too late. And Syntax and Huntsman are kept close for other reasons, the arachnophobic boy wants to get rid of at least one of them if he can)

Wich brings up Huntsman. He went under the 'needs permission but is permanent' version of the Oblivion Track. The price for them not completely breaking Syntax's brain wide open and leaving him most likely braindead. He had to willingly let Red Son and Xiaotian back into his brain, to turn him back into the perfect little pet wife they'd been working on. And Red delighted in making Huntsman 'train' himself. Not just sit there and let them break him, but actively do it to himself. Eventually, he starts begging for more 'sessions' because the faster he loses himself, the faster it stops.

And Syntax get's to watch. Because he's a hybrid, and technically a forced hybrid, his mind is a mess and the venom in his system isn't helping. He's immune to normal versions of Oblivion, but then so is Xiaotian. He needed a special remix trained to the specific mix of human, yaoguai, and celestial that he's ended up as under the Monkey King's influence. So they knew they could make something that worked on him, it would just be time-consuming. Hence the deal Huntsman made to save Syntax. But until they get that done, his life is awful. He'd kept drugged most of the time, so that he can't try and escape or fight back. He's only ever really awake (where he's chained up, still mostly drugged, and with a constant electric current forced through his body to keep his mechanical limbs from being operable) when he's being forced to watch Huntsman's 'training'. So it ends up being almost a relief when Xiaotian comes in one day to 'test things' and Syntax feels his mind falling away from him.

Syntax also ends up 'wifeafied' as it were. Huntsman fixated on him during his 'training' and it was easier for all parties to just go along with it. Plus, Sandy is a bleeding heart so when he got the story about 'kidnapped and forcibly turned into a spider demon' and how Syntax was also his Wife's friend, he offered to take him in. (Poor Sandy has had his mind messed with to the point he just basically sees the two spiders the same way he does his cats. Like pets and Syntax is the poor stray his sweet Huntsman brought home for him to take care of) So Syntax ends up all victorian era ballgowns, because the design makes it hard to move, and he can tuck those 'unsightly disgusting you hate them, hate that they were forced on you' mechanical limbs under the folds. And the corseting makes it hard for him to breathe, constantly putting pressure on his back and the painful implant buried in his skin. Red holds a grudge.

Then there's DBK. He gets exactly what Red Son promised him. He is reunited with his Wife on Flower Fruit Mountain. And he and Princess Iron Fan then get extremely fine detail Oblivion work done on them, curtosy of Yin and Jin's calabash, which had been repurposed to trap someone in a full immersion of the music and then new memories can be programmed in for the victims subjects to live out thus perfectly replacing their old ones. (Xiaotian wants to get this right he'd screwed up with these two once before, and that was before his darling perfect Wife asked for the most perfect doting adoring Mama and Papa to have loved him growing up before handing him off to his even more perfect and wonderful Huband whom he was always meant to belong to.) Sun Wukong happily takes to the arrangement, and a little bit of Oblivion in his ears has him totally sold on the new history. 500 years sealed away? What are you talking about?

The unnamed human and random demon 'leaders' of the rebellion are, of course, 'rehabilitated'. They're all kinda braindead now, but they're so happy to be free of that horrible Spider Queen and what she was forcing them to do. They're a bit in between a warning and just getting them out of the way and making sure they can't do anything to anyone else. They serve time, of course, for their crimes, but that these days is almost exclusively community service. Out in places where they can be exposed to the thrum of Oblivion all day long, driving the changes in deeper

Most of the average members of the rebellion are grouped up and mass blasted with Oblivion and the story of how they were 'kidnapped' and 'abducted' and forced to serve the Spider Queen in her horrid plans. How none of it was of their own free will and even thinking about that time is painful so it's best to just stop thinking about it altogether and let all those memories fade away. Families are reunited there is a lot of celebrating and everyone sings the Golden Prince's (because he's more than just the Monkey Prince now, he's stepped out from under Sun Wukong's shadow) praises for defeating this last great evil in their perfect home.

And then there's Macaque. Who was both part of the rebellion and not. Their spy and informant, but not active in what was being plotted. Who, most importantly, is Sun Wukongs brother in all but blood. He now wears the Golden Circlet that graced the Monkey King's brow on the Journey. He needs it. He knows he does. His nature is dark and violent and he hates that about himself. He wants to be good. To be good and bright and kind, to be worthy of the love his brother still gives him. And someday he will be. Someday he'll stop slipping up and having those violent episodes, (Please, Wukong please! Just let me go! I won't cause problems, you'll never see me again, please), that force his brother to use it to stop him hurting himself or, worse, someone else. Someday he'll be the perfect brother, someone the Great Sage, Equaling Heaven, would be proud to have by his side.

(Macaque begged Sun Wukong not to let Xiaotian take his mind from him. That if he was going cause everything that was Macaque to be stripped away, to at least let it be by Wukong's own hand. And so the Monkey King promised. He takes exclusive control of Macaque, and his exposure to oblivion. This means he doesn't have Xiaotian's years of expertise to draw on, even if he is getting advice, and the results of that, combined with the celestial monkies all having a level of natural immunity to Oblivion, is that sometimes the programing 'slips' and the old Macaque comes out for a bit. But that's ok. Sun Wukong knows that enlightenment and change are a process. But he's going to be here the entire time, helping his brother just like SWK was once helped himself. He had the tightening sutra memorized before the Journey was even half over after all.)

#lmk #monkie kid #lego monkie kid #Tyrant Prince AU #Oblivion AU #oblivion series #dark #brainwashing #mind control #objectification #dehumanization #bad end

[acommonloon]

Throw it back Thursday

- Saturday I was telling my SIL about my first experience with peel-n-eat shrimp, while making us some. I was so hick I didn't know how to peel it but that wasn't what I most remembered about that day.

This was 1983, around the same time this pic was snapped. In fact, I thought the guy with his back to our little black and white TV was probably there when it happened. It was a party celebrating our graduation from Air Force Technical School at Biloxi, MS and Ken was part of the class. Another class member hosted it.

Turns out he wasn't there that day. I know because he called me about an hour later. I hadn't spoken with Ken since D (cutie far left) and I left Biloxi in the Spring of 83. When I answered the strange number, I immediately recognized his voice and when he asked if I remembered him I burst out laughing saying of course, I just was remembering him. Then I mentioned the party where I first was offered a bowl if peel-n-eat shrimp I didn't know how to eat then a bowl of pot - if that was cool. Awkward!!! The pot certainly was not cool because the AF was piss testing us almost monthly and a positive test meant getting kicked out, no second chances. Ken said he didn't remember that party.

Then I recalled he was older, married, and had a toddler. Not cool probably.

Anyway, Ken and his wife were from a nearby town. We processed into the AF together, shared the same basic training flight in San Antonio, we attended technical training at Keesler, and Ken and his wife even came to our wedding in December of 1982! However, after tech school, we went our separate ways. I went to Texas and on Saturday, Ken and Carol are coming over to catch up on where they went.

At first I was excited about this. I am interested in people in general and Ken mentioned they now live 20 minutes from St Louis, so maybe he could give me insider info about that exciting town. Ooh maybe we share some interests like restaurants, bars, breweries, etc! You know old man sports.

Anyway, after his call I sent him a text with my address. Didn't get a reply but no biggie. Yesterday, after discussing D's availability and preferences, I sent another text. No reply. So this afternoon, I sent a text saying - did you still want to get together?

Ken called shorty after. He apologized for not replying to my texts and confirmed they'd driven in yesterday. They still wanted to meet. D asked me to set up dinner somewhere. She has social anxiety especially when it comes to hosting people here. So I suggested it. There was a slightly awkward silence then he said they were hoping to come to our house. I was fine with it because I love to host and really if we were going to be catching up, we had 40 years of catching up to do. Then he said a strange thing.

He said he was talking to his brother who recommended taking Hwy 60 and...

I confirmed and filled in the last two turns to get here and said, "Don't you have a smart phone. You can't get lost anymore right?"

No, he replied I refuse to get one in protest.

WTF?

I didn't even know how to address that so I laughed and said, call if you have trouble finding us.

I texted D

She replied: Trumpers!

Oh shit.

I got some peel-n-eat shrimp for the occasion.

#this could get awkward

[milkibana]

oh yeah here's the transcript from when I watched it i saved it for no reason :)

"You are the one we need for this work. Do you want me to go to Saturn please follow us. This is urgent. Yes but I don't have it at the moment. I have other plans laundry and As time flies, I need to leave you. Bye. What's the problem? I will be there.

Men's I think I can serve my That is great. We knew we could count on you no I'll just call a taxi. Meet me before leaving in 10 minutes. We have transport, but first I need to go home. But I still need to learn. I need that order before I leave or

Wait, welcome on board., Let's talk with you Mila This is our command center, where the best minds have gathered.

this computer is programmed to take you to Saturn in a completely safe way. What is the percentage of failed Exodus? Also, your commander is a very outstanding soldier, you will not find a more reliable person.

You dishonored the army, you let us down. by Loser Banzai the mission is the most important. Get away from

lecture materials you asked for die dirty gunman at your service you will form a Patriotic team, I promise you that I will not fail. Just clean it all up

It is spoken again. It's true what I heard they're looking for a new navigator. Do you want me I'll be there slowly, huh? suza, welcome aboard so always in the eyes of the forest. I'm glad you remembered me. I have always wanted to participate in the Space Mission. I will do my best.

No, it's all in advance, my dear, you know we can't send you there? Why are you and what am I your CTO? No, it won't You will decorate this room with your presence. Besides, we already got this guy. Do you know lovers.

When are you a great team? To put it mildly, not suitable for an expedition of this magnitude. Well, now a real man of the people? the fucking scammer the closest place in space he got to was when we were watching star Why are you hiring incompetent idiots for this expedition?

I hope you understand what the hell are you doing? I think that someone is waiting today. says the technical director of the Saturn project. I need a copier credit from the space Yes, right now it's good then you should wake up the guard.

our beloved Queen of Denmark and Prince Consort, accompanied by our dear Prime Minister, the exquisite taste of strength. I want to say now, I demand discipline. as representatives of Denmark We will forever be part of history?

Please welcome the best pilots in Denmark and finally the most experienced astronaut with pepper

Hi excellent just don't mess around, everything is set there now Move move move move.

Wait I have time to take a trifle with me, just a tiny trifle.

Greetings. I am Jamida your cook for this flight and hello to you. My name is Pir and I am a new navigator. Don't worry. I will take you to Saturn come here. cheese sandwich sparing lettuce or big sandwich, it's not a club sandwich.

Yes, it's all right. No, it's important because I'm a guest I flunked the Danish citizenship test, but if I do well on this trip, the guest worker will be a real They then I can bring my family here, and we will open a cool restaurant. See hotdocks Greetings, space people. Well, are you two princesses? And now how it's hot motherfucker ass party time, Here's a little high culture.

This is German, but believe in Denmark everything is done in the same way. It seems to me that my wife would not approve of this. Come on, you dude, baby young chicks, and these girls are your Oh you son of a dog, I will chop you to pieces and feed your meat to the dogs. I just wanted to have fun with you along with those piglets.

He took everything too close to his heart, a real Donetsk resident knows how to control himself when he is insulted. You're absolutely right, my little monkey. You are fat you are big fat, motherfucker. This is our way. get ready for the start everyone at

Wait a second, take off in 4 minutes 12 This is a clear You must read this ups it has been cleared according to protocol no, but it contains Now let's

beer favorite soft drink beer pacifies but does not satisfy.

10 9 8 dudes sure it's enough to shake.

Scary, but it's reality.

Access Denied Kurt May, look here Mr. Prime Minister looks like ukta Mr. May, I think I have a problem with protocol 314 this is a video file, but I do not have access to it. I never heard, don't score your beautiful head with all this technical stuff.

What should be done according to the protocol before approaching the senior in rank? It's clicking heels for sure. if it happened in tobol your mother, look into my eyes, I knew Do you have the gaze

What could be the real country? Yes, definitely I just need to check something in the navigational That's right the first mission is the most important. Beautiful grater, please sit down. Grilled sausage, how big is it? I just love this movie. Deer, you need to convince him though.

then little Ole will come out for a walk and for one buck. You can watch this. Pussy fine pussy let's fuck some pussy See What I Made The dude's bladder is made from urine. Keep it away from It's like a scorch ball, only my photos are not made of wrinkles.

alley invented a new sport out of piss, Silence be damned. spy your heads It's all you can after everyone has their own work. I need discipline. we had nothing in the bay, except for these stinking senseless work. hot dogs

Well, of course, how did I not think of this before perfectly.

landing Welcome to Saturn Okay, let's form a team named capture, Saturn all together.

I will raise this flag as a symbol of Danish colonization. Saturn for the king of the country No for God the King and the country. Yes, I'm ready. God save our good king. No, curses and here is a building and here is a building.

This is a clear violation of command protocol. Turn this thing off. from the top we came, Who wants to try a small field.

Don't worry, everything is under control. Give me your watch. we white gods brought you Gifts as a symbol of our good intentions. Obey us or we will use our fiery sticks, they don't like you yelling at them in my opinion, Great primitive They need to know who's in charge here Listen listen they look primitive called Denmark We want to use your natural resources for our high tech We will teach you democracy and freedom of speech a great additional income.

Look how he got pissed off when I talked about freedom of speech, you yourself wanted it. Get your Let them stay

the closest planet we could find is in the nebula, Solaris is only 12 years Let's get to the point. What is the size of the water supply?

times two percent 2 percent, but we sucked out all the other planets of the dry galaxy. Goes two percent, will not even cover the weekly ration of our army.

Be healthy.

Beloved dictator we captured this group of We require treatment in accordance with the Geneva Convention. And the content of prisoners of war Bring interpreters. Let me go, you terrorist bastard. This is extremely. they don't have a hole in the back to get the interpreter out, they probably have a primitive DNA structure. Hey wait a minute, there are holes, a little lower, get the apparatus ready.

Oh yes, a little Olivia please. Now tell me where are you from? name rank

she sleep here land what do you do on saturn arnestball sergeant earth Are translators installed correctly? Your mother is in pain. Everything should work correctly for children. Bring them when it's time for dinner, you two follow me.

hopelessly outdated Oh what is he talking about?

I've been following you since the first space probe reached Saturn. I know that water is a vital necessity for you, and you have a supply problem at the Let me introduce planet earth The earth is known as the Blue Planet 78 percent, consisting of water, this is an offer that you cannot refuse, fly to earth and we will discuss everything, I will be glad.

get everything out of this wretched ship and prepare my ship. They went out to stretch their legs, but recently they should have returned, it could be. what I don't want to listen to anyone accident How do you know a few days?

Go here. We have a great present for you. Google excellent, terrible testicular torture of our business, just imagine how dangerous this job It's getting easier and easier to do.

this is the last it will join the rest of their family in my I'm like a beautiful flower without beer, I shove I run What are you I think our prison is made of frozen metallic gas, it seems solid when crystallized, but under influence.

any balcony, the monkey is able to argue that let's rock and roll, guys. Wait the prison crumbles, Banzai. That's what interaction forward means. Come on, come on. They seem to be preparing for something, But why look at Our ship?

Destination planet earth ground operation suck ground board getting down to these barracks 3 and wait for the signal of the dictator to suck the ground strange sounds. Yeah Dictator is on his way to earth to start an invasion I guessed it was a state of Look at this giant vacuum cleaner if it hits the ground and give a signal it will mean the end of the world, we will put an end to it.

gave way boys time for boobies and beer. Look what I found is an audio visual based on their lives.

these are some customs of the earth interesting and then a small 14-minute Saturn mission

The sight glass must always be clean properly. hand brake

slope What's the matter? Boy, don't worry, go ahead, I myself I flew on planes of the brand Hercules acute This is normal for such missions. causes

Let them come closer

fire or just a warning shot shoots to kill. They are not here.

Give me better you know that Dogs snarl too Mr. 911, I've been in the dorm for three years playing the PlayStation Notice right in the eye, but they continue to fly. Give me the required data.

black hole

conflict Please come with me, we need to go out into outer space and attach explosives to their flying Are you crazy? Don't worry for an astronaut like. I haven't been in space before, I don't know how to fly a I realized it the day I saw you for the first time.

I have a great instinct and it didn't let me down. I can explain it all, you know, for whom alfart Fisher died because of friendly fire You hear me, these are I collected not just like that. Tell me what your reasons were. I created because I was in love. I understand, but this is the worst excuse, of course, was in love with

but i killed it all when i ate my medals i'm talking about true love, true, have you ever been madly in love absolutely That's how I feel about the season she was accepted into the Academy and I thought that I would also become an Just to be closer, but I failed all the tests. So I began to take and do the papers for the exams in order to impress her. No, not one idiot like you anymore in all Daniel and everything was great.

Then she found out that I was cheating on her and just flew off the coils. She said I'm a disgrace to the whole space program, she never understood me, and I didn't want to fly into space. I just wanted to be near him. To activate the bomb, press the red button.

Oh wow. Oh no, stop playing. So what is it that controls us?

typically

You are a real man. real genius

Oh no, Mr. Prime Minister, it will cost you a lot. I have already cut the item in the budget for pensioners Suzanne What manifestation is missing? Our ship their Earth is approaching unidentified flying, vehicle. I think it's time to protest when you as a citizen need to gather your strength and provide worthy protection against the Horn and generations. And we will be remembered.

complete submission what imagine we're talking about huge money here exporting exclusive rights to their technology your re-election tax cuts increasing the cost of insurance benefits. But you can't. discuss baby, leave these important things for men. It seems to me that we succeeded.

connections The atmosphere is right But we now exactly forgot to pay. if we want to save Denmark, we definitely need to find fuel. See the world. building visitors aliens

Welcome

I'm so excited. I want to inseminate every girl in the ass of every girl in your country. Give me your biggest machine. Oh yes oh yes.

Dear Danes Let's greet our guests from outer space they have come to discuss the future exchange of goods between our countries from all over the They chose Denmark because we have the best products. if we reach an agreement it will guarantee the future prosperity of our country.

It is not true. Aliens are hostile. They killed our astronauts, only with a view to the future of the proactive We can create prosperity for our country and let's not spoil such a beautiful moment with leftist statements in any case. Progress cannot be stopped. And those who will slow down progress will be read as traitors.

You're a fucking communist dirty whore, but then where are the people from the expedition to Saturn Welcome to earth. Get your translator ready. Attention it looks like some kind of installation. Look here.

Call our Father and sons.

Yaya Saint Peter and I can smell the Earth ship in here no time to chat santa claus we're We've run out of fuel. I don't know anything about it. Okay, let's go find out.

Paradise suits here.

Take off your shoes there is your dirt, it is not needed I need I need to talk to your senior. Hi guys. Do you want to walk through the garden underground water and everything And to wait in return, I need.

drinks kurta mai is made from greenland ice the only water wiped mayer When you destroy all water, it will become more valuable than gold, but Humans need to drink and they will drink my water. I already have a huge amount when it runs out all over the world.

Can't you do it?

won catalog

Forgive me. Are you Jesus No, I'm replacing him, my older brother is now on the ground and is trying to Just a strig wants to run everything again, but now we have a bad understanding. terribly sexually horny mutants

I am Satan. sex drugs and rock and roll From changed his marketing strategy.

instead of forgetting torment and punishment and before the slogan sex drugs and rock and We can't oppose anything. Let me go. Look let go Let me go and said. I don't want to die yet. I thought I would never see you again. Where were you first little friend my here is even worse than I said that I must return. They gave me a bunch of papers to sign. Oh no.

You are not dead, no. How did the UFO manage to escape. Let's find gasoline and get rid of these hippies. We don't have that kind of energy here. We only get by the wind, gracious You must help us Save the Earth earth, but that's where all our clients are. Perhaps a cast will help you.

What to do flying Calm down trust me. Unfortunately these guys need to go back. unfortunately these guys need to come back.

Good luck with that and you too. And where are you going? That is how far our strict policy has died? Everything back, there is no way, and that's I don't even go to church. What the heck Get the hell out of here.

There is fuel and now there is no autopilot, and our navigator deceived us. Delicious that's so heavy checked engine

I found Push start to earth then

are returning 20 times faster than normal Why do we need I already have a pain in my Perhaps there is information about our enemy, leave it.

Okay, boys, we're almost here.

reception is that you? I thought you died, how did you get back he helped us Great navigator.

arrived Yes, but we've got invaders on their way to us. brought the remote control with him, of course he uses the remote control. To control other ships, that's what he needs him for, if you get that remote, maybe we can stop him and the whole fleet. I will try, And we will hurry.

so it's about 5 o'clock, what are you doing here? Like mila leave her What are you saying, Is our world coming home? Why do you think I found and sent you all there, because you are idiots, and you are not good for anything, you are dealt with mine, I'd like to chat with you, but I have plans to devastate the land.

I thought you were done with them, they have no idea what they're up to. Let's press the pedal let's go.

Landing will be. Oh no, the fleet has been captured.

Why did I join this mission? I will never see my family again. I lost everything Damn Danes sandwich and beer and terrible You can't even beat the Swedes and your damn proverb, who the hell lives in a glass house and who needs a bird in his hands?

I will talk to my God epidemic look at the ground, I think it will be fine.

Get your fucking hands up in the air, motherfucker. I think it's the best place to put your equipment. This water belongs to all of It will collect you will have my water after that.

Well, ordinary people Then they'd better start saving. our radars are spotted, strong signals still the ships are approaching the whole army. So much to build a car we will not build anything. you will be slaves and work for us.

Let's figure out the places it's dangerous for people You are a European slut. Don't move bitch or I'll smack your head. Can we contact these morons, and zoo, why is this necessary? He went to my moon and this one, Come on, stop standing. We're heading for the We want to leave the aliens and we don't have time for This is not a European lover of the world.

While everything is going according to plan, we will be ready in exactly one day. You have 12 hours, the Danes don't know how to work faster their work ethic has changed over the centuries.

Wrong Now you're the main thing, you have 12 hours, of course. I start counting.

This is our new secret entry maneuver program, check it out.

remember where the hell is, this is your Danya There she is So, Here it is Yes, I'll see for myself. What the fuck, cool boobs, don't touch, nothing goes here. This is a report to the end of the world.

All over again, someone ran away from your friend. Betrayal on earth, and she was taken hostage, my friend, at least the problem is solved, the platform is destroyed and we will be Wait there, Suzanne, I have to do something. I have had one friend in my life. when we were

I could either save the mission or save the I chose Gerd if Gerd died, I would have no one left in my life. Nothing worked to have the whole problem. Gerd was killed with a 60 point shot, And I was demoted to sergeant colonel. I forgot the most important rule in the army is mission first. But this was my chance to make things But this is wrong. You went to rescue me into a black hole. It wasn't like that.

I remember what you were talking about, but now we need to stop Maya must be stopped. He said we were losers. So what?, we'll stand like this and watch while billions of people are dying, are we really not able to do anything, really, we survived only to end ingloriously like We are not Losers, we are we are representatives of Denmark throughout the universe we do not abandon our people for higher purposes.

I propose to vote democratically. This is complete nonsense. I know who he might be.

Mom I had to go with the others to see the aliens. It seems to me that you have arrived. And what do we do now? Let's see? I'm sure they can be destroyed by something They can get sick and die. We have everything left.

slower beer You see, beer, of course.

We didn't come back if she would

But how are you? it the car needs to be stopped as soon as possible. Where is the control room there guys? Take the people as far away from here as possible.

Stop kicking around Let's split up to drive with me. Stay here and fix the door.

Come on,

10 minutes left.

I'm going no.

Jamil I don't feel, but I don't die cold. You haven't become a real Tatyana yet. You haven't seen so much I'll introduce you to ida davidson try her sandwiches. Be a father to my children, little Jamil, and Jamila. Promise to talk to my wife. And her children. Okay okay, with everyone, wait, there are photos.

It's wonderful wonderful.

Well done. We need to stop this car. And what is written here? You need to insert a translator, you can take mine well, just hurry.

Well, what's going on with them?

Look what's happening there. This is great. They succeeded. That's the adventure you are. What are you doing, a nuclear warhead is coming? Need to clean up.

And you couldn't read it yourself. about it to me And I thought you were just clumsy not now all over again. Namy head.

jar I said that I only had one true friend, seems not now. Now on two legs, sometimes friends first, then together.

ok, three friends.

Didn't want such a desert, a princess like you to look at my Oasis as he rises a damn field respects traditions.

Let the prospect count when my cousin told me Where will we spend our honeymoon, I think we will start with the Milky Way And after that, by the stars.

I knew right away that something was wrong with them, so I decided to take energy resources away from the population as far as possible."

It was fun. lol. but still bad.

[randomshyperson]

Elizabeth Olsen x Reader - Love outside the screen II (Special)

Gif is not mine, and honestly I think I fell more in love with her when I saw it.

Summary:  The one where Reader plays Vision in the MCU and she falls in love with her co-worker Elizabeth Olsen. 

Notes: Many people have asked me to continue this work, and here I am, releasing a special part. There will probably be a third part, but I wanted to share these new moments that I wrote. Let me know if you want more, or this was enough. Also, sorry for any typos, translating is a pain.

Words:  8.562k (This chapter) // Complete Work on AO3

Warnings: Smut is here guys. Dom!Reader, brief/slightly mention of slapping during seggs,  sub!lizzie, kissing, teasing, fluff. 

Marks: @abimess @mionemymind @the-havana-club​

Link for part One || Part Three

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Present

You had a mild migraine. 

Your phone had been buzzing with new notifications for the last few hours, and you had just been approached by about ten very insistent journalists as you walked towards the Marvel studios.

It had been two days since you and your wife, Elizabeth Olsen, announced to the world that you two were married, and well, things have taken on a significant proportion in this period. You were both still slightly startled by the giant air balloon that came circling near the Hollywood sign with your ship name and a heart that had the phrase "it's finally canon" on it.

The only notification you read was a message from Lizzie with a heart emoji, wishing you good luck at your meeting, which has already improved your day considerably.

- You are here, great. - Said James Gunn, as soon as his secretary took you into his office. He looked excited. - I have news about your contract.

You tried not to look so anxious as you entered the room, and smiled at the Russian brothers, who were already inside.

After they greeted you, you sat down in the empty chair.

- Before we start, I wanted to congratulate you on the wedding, my wife was so happy when you announced it on Jimmy's show. - Anthony Russo exclaimed with a smile, and you felt your cheeks flush, but thanked him.

- Well, as you know, your character is technically officially dead now. - Joe said, and you nodded. - But, now we have the White Vision. And there are other projects in which your character will appear again, mainly in the Doctor Strange movies.

You blink in surprise.

- That's great, actually. - You say. - I was beginning to think I would be fired.

The men laughs.

- Believe me, we still have many plans for the Vision. - Joe comments. - By the way, now that you and Lizzie are officially America's power couple, any mention of Wanda and Vision will be great for business.

You swallow dryly, uncomfortable with where the conversation is going. You had no intention of using your relationship to make money. But the Russo Brothers quickly change the subject, starting to explain what the future plans are for your character in the MCU, and you are excited to learn that you will be participating in the next Doctor Strange, working with Lizzie again.

As you leave the office, you ask Lizzie if she would like you to bring something for dinner.

Eight years ago

Although you have done it so many times before, you are still nervous as you wait your turn at the audition for the role of Vision in Avengers.

You text Sara, your agent, to confirm that you had arrived a few minutes ago, and she sends you a "good luck, you can do it" text. 

In the end, Sara was right. You read the text as rehearsed, and the interviewers were pleased with your performance. You made it through the initial assessment, and they were excited to work with you. But you had to pass the chemistry test with your romantic partner, so you would be back the next day.

It was Tuesday, and you were up early, too anxious to do a good job. After getting ready, in a comfortable outfit for the auditions, you had coffee at your favorite bistro, and drove to the building where the auditions were being held.

Mentally going over your lines, you got distracted, and as you entered the building you bumped into someone.

- Damn, I'm so sorry! - You asked worriedly, looking at the state of the blouse of the girl you had bumped into. You had hit the coffee she was carrying with your hand and now there was a stain on her clothes. She didn't look angry though, the emerald orbs looking at you in surprise. You were relieved to know that it was iced coffee.

- No problem. - She comments, shaking her arm to clean the drink. - I hope the producers don't mind.

- My god you have an audition? - You asked feeling very guilty, but the girl laughed at your expression, assuring you that it was no problem. - No way! Wait here, I have a change of clothes in my car.

You hurried back to your vehicle, and grabbed the sweatshirt set that you always kept with you. Then you went back to the girl, and signaled for you two to find a restroom. She seemed surprised by your willingness to help, but smiled. In the end, you gave her the shirt you were wearing while changing for your sweatshirt.

- Hey, I think we're decent. - You comment smiling at yours reflection in the bathroom mirror, and the girl laughs as she puts the stained clothes in a bag.

- You really didn't have to do all that. - She says as you leave the bathroom, and you shrug.

- No, it was my fault. I spilled the coffee. - You retort. - And besides, I'd hate to have an audition with a stain on my clothes.

The girl laughs, shaking her head.

- Actually, I don't have an audition. - She clarifies. - I'm just here for a final adjustment.

- Oh, right. - You say. - Still, it was no problem at all. You can also keep the shirt on if you want.

- What? No, that's asking too much. - She refuses, smiling. - I think I'll be there for a while, but I can leave it at reception if I don't see you again.

- Okay then. - You accept, putting your hands in your pockets. You stare at her for a second, finding her very nice, and then blink, remembering your appointment. - Eh, I guess that's it. Good luck on your non-audition.

The woman laughs nodding her head before wishing the same for you. You think you are smiling even after she leaves, but then you reach for your watch and head back to the reception desk, trying to figure out where your chemistry test is going to take place.

Fifteen minutes later you are directed to a room, and you let out a surprised expression when you find the same woman as before sitting in the armchair next to the Russo brothers.

She looked in your direction as surprised as you were. You gave her a little smile that said " that's weird".

- I'm glad you had no trouble getting here. - Said Joe, smiling and greeting you with a kiss on the cheek. - I want you to meet Elizabeth Olsen, she's Wanda Maximoff in the franchise.

- Hey. - You greet her with a kiss on the cheek, and she smiles awkwardly. 

- Hello again. - She says softly in a playful tone and you smile, pulling away. 

- We're on a tight schedule, so let's get started. - announced Russo next. You both nodded.

Elizabeth was impressively easy to act with. It was like talking to a friend. The Russos tried out several different scenes, and you were so completely involved that they had to say cut a few more times to get you two to listen. And then you were laughing together, as if you had known each other for years.

When you finished, the brothers had happy expressions on their faces.

- How did you do that? - he asks, laughing lightly. - We had already tested some actresses, but none came out this naturally.

You shifted the weight of your feet, slightly embarrassed. Elizabeth laughs.

- Well, technically we've already met. - She says, and Joe looks at her curiously. - She sort of spilled iced coffee on me.

Joe laughs.

- Wow, I guess we'll use that as a technique then. - he jokes. - Have the actors knock each other over with drinks before the auditions.

- Oh, you'll get a reaction out of them I'm sure. - You complete with mild irony, making him laugh.

- Anyway, thank you very much for today, girls. - He says straightening his posture. - I think we can make it official with your agent, Y/N. Oh, and welcome to the Avengers.

He smiles, hugging you. And then Anthony does the same. You hesitate slightly before hugging Elizabeth, but you do, and ignore the nervous feeling that settles in your stomach.

As you are driving home, there is a notification from Sara saying "congratulations, you are officially a futuristic lesbian”.

Present

You stumbled into the house as you responded to Lizzie’s passionate kiss.

You had just returned from dinner, between giggles and stolen glances, you noticed the tension building as you drove home, and her hand kept stroking your thigh. As soon as you opened the door, and gave her room to enter, Lizzie dropped her purse on the floor and brought her hands to your shoulders, kissing you hard.

- I've missed you. - She remarked breathlessly when you parted your mouth to take off your jacket. You laughed lightly.

- You saw me this morning. - You teased before kissing her again. 

And then you let your tongue wander over her bottom lip, begging for passage, and Lizzie smiled lightly against the kiss, sighing when she felt your tongue on hers. You felt a familiar warmth at the pit of your stomach, and tried to keep some clarity in your thoughts to at least make it to the bedroom, but your wife was absolutely breathtaking. When she slipped her hand into your pants, you let out a surprised exclamation.

- Wow, are you in a hurry darling? - you joked, making her smile and flush. But then she was twiddling her fingers, and you couldn't say anything else.

Many hours later, you awoke to the sound of your mobile ringing. At some point, you and Lizzie had taken the playful mess into the bedroom, and she was peacefully sleeping next to you in your bed. You grumbled lightly, scrambling upright on the bed with the minimum of fuss to reach the device lying on the floor in your pants pocket.

- Yes? - You answered as soon as you reached it, getting up so that the noise wouldn't wake Lizzie.

- Sorry about the time. - asked your agent's voice on the other end of the line. You ran your hand over your face, trying to wake up. - But it just happened, and I wanted to talk to you as soon as possible. You quickly put on a T-shirt as you stumbled out of the room.

- What is it Sara? - You asked walking downstairs, slightly concerned by the seriousness of your agent's voice.

- Just... don't get so angry, okay? I can work around it. - She says and then there is a notification noise and you pull the phone away from your ear to read what she had sent you. When you open the attachment, a news report appears on the screen.

The report was about an interviewer giving homophobic statements publicly and live on television, insinuating that you, due to your already known history of queer roles on television, were contaminating the Marvel environment and tarnishing the legacy of the company. It also had very negative comments about your relationship with Lizzie, and how you led her down a path of no return.

Sara had to call your name twice for you to ignore the boiling anger in your chest and put the phone back to your ear.

- What the fuck is this? - You grunted with anger.

- I know it's horrible, but it happened tonight on channel 32. - Sara explains with annoyance in her voice. - Your lawyers are already involved and...

- I don't care what he said about me. - You retort, clenching your fingers on your forehead and closing your eyes. - I just... I don't want Lizzie to be upset about it.

- Look, I'm not going to get involved in your relationship, but... - Sara paused, probably thinking of the right words. - You both knew what a public relationship meant. It is not your obligation to protect her from these rumors.

- I'm happy to do that, Sara. - You retort, slightly irritated. - If I have to take all the hate, I'll carry it. Lizzie doesn't deserve that.

- No one deserves it. - She says and you hear noises in the background. - I have to go, but I want you to be sure to share things with your wife. I don't want to do divorce papers.

- Good night, Sara. - You answer impatiently, then hang up. 

You decide to make yourself something hot to drink, and head toward the kitchen, hoping that your problems won't be so overwhelming in the morning.

Seven years ago

It was already your last week of recording Age of Ultron at Marvel Studios, and after a particularly exhausting day of action scenes, you dragged yourself back to your dressing room, shortly after waving goodbye to Chris and Scarllet.

You had met the other cast and crew members a few weeks ago, and they had been recording together for many months. Everyone was absolutely amazing, but you couldn't help thinking that your favorite person was Elizabeth, or Lizzie, as she insisted you call her. You hadn't really talked yet, but you hoped that now that you were colleagues, you would eventually become friends.

But then as you walked towards your dressing room in the parking areas, you heard a noise that caught your attention, it sounded like someone crying.

Frowning, you walked over, looking around, and then you found the source, someone is crying among the trailers, and your heart raced as you realized that it was Lizzie.

- Hey, what happened? - You asked quietly, approaching her, but not getting too close, for fear that she might think you were invading her space. But Lizzie barely heard you, trying to wipe the tears away quickly, even as new ones kept coming. - Lizzie?

- I... I don't... - she tried to say breathlessly and disoriented, and then you understood. You have seen this happen before, she was probably having an anxiety or panic attack. You took another step toward her.

- Is it okay if I hold your hands? - You asked apprehensively and waited for her to nod before moving closer. Interlacing your hands together, you made a point of making your breathing louder. - Lizzie, see the way I'm breathing? Try breathing along with me. - You guided her, and when she did, you gave her hands a gentle squeeze before moving them up to her shoulders. - Good, dear. Now relax your muscles, and keep breathing with me. - Lizzie continued to shiver, but her breathing was coming into rhythm. - How are we doing, Lizzie? Do you want to hug me? Or is this good?

- Hug. - She asked breathlessly, and you circled your arms around her shoulders, feeling her hug your waist.

- You're here with me, Lizzie. - You told her, trying to get her out of her own head. - It's okay, you're safe.

It takes a few more minutes, as you stroke her hair lightly, until Lizzie calms down completely. She gradually lets go, and her face turns red as she thanks you.

- It's no problem, really. - You assure her with a smile, your gaze wandering over her face, making sure she was better. - Would you like something to eat or drink?

Lizzie nods slightly, and you smile to comfort her, which seems to work, because she smiles back. You can't help but lift your hand to her face to wipe away the remaining tears, and watch her blush as you do so. 

Then you walk side by side to your car, and you try to keep her distracted with a bit of small talk so that she doesn't overthink things while you drive away.

It doesn't take long to reach the small cafe however, and Lizzie is laughing at your story about the day you spent an entire day calling a colleague by the wrong name because you got confused with the identifiers and no one seemed willing to clarify for you, when you sit down at the first empty table.

- I guess I owed you a cup of coffee after all. - You remark with a smile, and Lizzie chuckles.

The waitress takes your order, then as she leaves, Lizzie is starting to get distracted again, and you don't want to press her, but you find yourself asking.

- Not that you need to tell me, but if you want to, I'd like to know what happened?

Lizzie looks at you biting her lower lip clumsily, but she smiles when she looks at the table.

- It was stupid really. - She starts with a dry laugh. - It's been a hard day, and then my brain decided it was a good idea to check the instagram messages, and I know I shouldn't have done it, but I did it anyway. - She tells you with an annoyed expression, and you feel your chest tighten. - I just... People have so many opinions. So many people dictate the things that I'm doing, and I just... When I realized I was suffocating.

You nod in understanding, reaching out your hand to reach for hers on the table. 

- I never know what to say in these situations, but I think you'd better uninstall your instagram. - You say and she giggles, squeezing your hand lightly. - Lizzie, joking aside, we can't listen to everyone. The kind of life we have, there's just no way. You're going to get free hate, and you can't believe those things you read or hear. - You say and Lizzie looks away, knowing that you are right. - Hey, I'm not repressing you. I know how hard it is to ignore. If you want, I'll stick around and make sure you don't forget that you're one of the most amazing people I know.

Lizzie laughs shyly, her face flushing. And then the waitress was approaching and you let go of her hand.

You drink your coffees in silence for a few minutes, and then Lizzie is telling you about her family, and you do the same. You discover that she has had social anxiety for a long time, and she doesn't bother to answer your questions. So you talk about your childhoods, and dreams, and tell each other fun stories. You don't want Lizzie to talk about fame, especially since she has just become overwhelmed with it, so you make a point of guiding the conversation to topics that make her laugh. Maybe you like the sound of her laughter too.

After you paid for the drinks, Lizzie mentioned that she had an appointment, so you said goodbye. You kissed her on the cheek, and hugged her by the shoulders, saying that she could call you if she needed anything. She smiled with flushed cheeks when she agreed.

Neither of you noticed the paparazzi across the street, a perfect view from the restaurant window.

Seven years and four months ago.

You let out a laugh when you felt Lizzie's arms around your waist. 

- Thank you. - She grumbled, and you just wrapped your arms around her shoulders.

- My pleasure, neighbor. - You tease, making her laugh slightly before letting go.

You are in Lizzie's new house, a property that you helped to find, since you live on the same block. Your friend was looking for a permanent place to stay in LA, since Marvel had plans for a long shoot at the studios, and she had better find a place soon. 

You had a contact, and got Lizzie an excellent house. After a short tour of the place, where she let out an excited exclamation at every room, you went back to the kitchen, and she jumped on you, hugging you in appreciation.

- Let's order something to eat, I'm starving. - Lizzie said, reaching into her shorts pocket for her cell phone. You made a agreeing noise, leaning against the kitchen counter. And then Lizzie sat down on the countertop, and you scolded yourself for looking directly at her legs, but she didn't notice. - Pizza or Japanese food?

- Don't tell my coach, but I want pizza and a Coke. - You reply, making her laugh.

You talk about the neighborhood, and what it will be like to live so close to each other until the pizza arrives. And then you sit down on the living room floor, and while you put the pizza on the table, Lizzie turns on the television.

Between the second and third commercial of the game that was playing, you record some stories for your instagram, just moments of the two of you laughing and eating together. Lizzie posts a photo with the caption "new house" on the main feed.

And then you both call it a night, and she insists that you sleep in the guest room because it’s late, and you don't argue that you live only three houses away, accepting when she pulls you by the hand upstairs.

Six years ago

"I heard that you chose me as the champion of "Who Would You Rather". I am flattered." You smiled at Lizzie's message as you did your morning exercises.

She was teasing you about your interview on the Ellen Show the night before, and you imagine that one of your friends must have commented that you picked her as the person who, well, you would rather have. It was an innocent flirtation, you think. 

With the end of filming Age of Ultron several months ago, you were working on a new project. A temporary appearance in a television series called Supergirl, which would fill your schedule until the next film. 

You had already shot some scenes at the Warner studio, but you had a flight scheduled to Vancouver, where other parts of the season would be filmed.

The distance was tiring, but at least it was fun to shoot the action scenes, and you also liked the people in the cast.

After finishing your exercises, you went to get ready for the trip. Replying to Lizzie's message quickly with a heart emoji followed by the text "don't get too cocky, but I'd do it again". Then you blocked your cell phone and went to the shower.

Six years and four weeks ago, Canada.

Maybe you drank too much. But it was your farewell cast party, and they wanted to have a little party. And after a lot of drinking and laughing, you were stumbling around the corridors of the hotel where the celebration was taking place. And you are not alone. 

Stumbling along with you is your scene partner, Floriana Lima, who is laughing as you try to keep your balance toward your room. She was staying in the room next door and when you both reached the door, she struggled against the lock.

- I can't do it. - She whined and ducked slightly. You laughed and reached over to take the key card from her hand.

- This is sad. - You scoff humorously, ignoring the fact that your hands don't respond very well to your command either. Then Floriana is leaning against you, trying to see how you are opening the door, and starts laughing when you don't succeed. 

You are ready to tell her to shut up, but then the door opens and you both stumble inside with surprise.

You almost fall to the ground, feeling her hands on your waist. You laugh, finding the whole situation amusing, and she follows you. But when you turn around, extremely intoxicated by the alcohol, you move forward, kissing her on the mouth.

Something just doesn't feel right when her hands start roaming your body, and you fall into bed together, but you can't tell what it is. 

When she touches you intimately, you bite your lips, swallowing a moan of a name that doesn't sound like hers.

The next day, you have a massive migraine. So does the naked woman lying next to you.

Neither of you freaks out about last night. Casual sex is a very ordinary thing in celebrity life. You take some aspirin from the bathroom, and leave a pill on the bedside table for Floriana to take when she wakes up again.

You left the room afterwards, wanting to take a shower and put on some more comfortable clothes.

When you were ready, you grumbled as you looked at the time on your cell phone. You missed breakfast. But when you got downstairs in the lobby, you were happy to bump into Katie McGrath, your other cast mate.

- Please tell me you also missed breakfast. - You mumble as you meet her and she smiles.

- I'm going to eat at the cafeteria we saw on the way. - She says, looking at you with mild curiosity. - May I ask why you missed breakfast?

- I'll tell you my reason if you tell me yours. - You playfully retort, and she laughs as you walk to the car area.

- Let's just say your farewell party had an interesting conclusion. - she says mysteriously, making you laugh.

On the way to the cafeteria, while you are sitting in Katie's passenger seat, you check your cell phone. There are several generic notifications from your social networks, but then you are scrolling through your feed, and you see a picture of Lizzie in a photo essay and a smile escapes your lips without you realizing it.

- You're not sharing nudes in my car, are you?

You laugh without taking your eyes off the screen.

- Of course I am. - You joke, making Katie laugh.

- That explains the worshipful look. - She replies wryly and you blink confusedly, feeling your cheeks heat up as you block the cell phone screen.

- I don't know what you're talking about. - You deny it clumsily, and Katie makes an agreeing noise with her mouth. - I'm serious.

You say it, but it sounds like a joke, so Katie laughs lightly, but doesn't press the matter, so you don't either.

When you arrive at the cafeteria, you sit down at a table outside. 

- Now will you tell me who gave you those lovely marks on your neck? - Katie asks humorously a moment after your coffees arrive on the table. You choke in surprise, looking down quickly at your exposed collarbone.

- Oh my god. - You mumble clumsily at the reddish marks, and then you are quickly buttoning your shirt all the way up, while Katie laughs. 

- Don't worry, I don't think anyone will really notice if you keep your shirt buttoned. - She jokes and you groan in dissatisfaction, sipping some coffee.

- It's a good thing I'm done recording. - You comment. And then Katie gets an expectant look on her face and you sigh. - I slept with Floriana.

Katie lets out a surprised exclamation.

- Wow. - She comments with amusement. - I'm impressed, really.

- Shut up. - You retort clumsily, seeing her expression.

She laughs and then bites her lips.

- I guess it's only fair that I tell you to who I was with... - She starts, and you rest your face on your hand and your elbow on the table, waiting. - Melissa.

- No way. - You exclaim with excitement and surprise. And from Katie's flushed cheeks, you let out a giggle. - God, I worship you.

Katie laughed, sipping some of her coffee.

- Look at your face, you're in love! - You continue as you notice her shy posture, and Katie looks away, blushing even more. - McGrath, I'm impressed! Just don't forget to call me for the wedding.

Katie chuckles, shaking her head, slightly embarrassed by your enthusiasm. It takes a moment for you two to talk again.

- So you and Floriana. - Katie begins with a hint of a tone that makes you frown as you bite some toast. - Was all that smiling at your cell phone because of her?

You let out a dry laugh.

- As if. - You say, but regret it, swallowing hard. Because you remember what picture you were looking at. But you decide not to dwell on this thought right now. - Floriana is amazing, but it was just a one-night stand.

- So there is a second someone? - She asks curiously, and you feel your heart race, quickly denying it with your head. Katie smiles at you. - You are a terrible liar for an actress.

You laugh awkwardly, sipping your coffee. Katie is your friend, you trust her. But you don't know if you're exactly ready to have this kind of conversation at eleven o'clock in the morning. So when you don't say anything, she doesn't push. 

You eat again in silence for a few moments, until the subject turns to small talk. You leave the cafeteria together, and she drives you back to the hotel, commenting that she would miss working with you, and you joke that Melissa would keep her busy and distracted.

Present

You were waiting for the water to boil, while scrolling through your cell phone feed. You knew you shouldn't have, but you were reading the news about the homophobic interview that took place, and it wasn't hard to find many other journalists and even fans who agreed with the statements. You were frowning in anger and concern as you gnawed your thumbnail as you scrolled through the news, a bitter feeling in your stomach.

Distracted, you startled when you felt hands wrap around your waist, but your body relaxed completely afterwards, leaning against Lizzie's embrace as you quickly blocked the cell phone.

- Sorry did I wake you up? - You ask tenderly, turning your body to face her, and she has a sleepy face that makes your heart race.

- You didn't make a sound, but I missed your body in bed. - She clarifies by sinking her face into your neck, and you smile as you slip your arms around her shoulders. - Why are you awake?

You sigh softly. Sara's words spinning through your head. She was right, you needed to talk to Lizzie about this. It was something you two would go through together. Your hesitation made Elizabeth frown, and she pulled her body away only to raise her head in your direction. You smiled, breaking the embrace to put your hands on her face and caress her cheek.

- Let's have some tea and I'll tell you about it, okay? - You asked, and she looked mildly concerned but nodded, and then you walked away, back to the stove. 

When you both sat down in the living room, you took your seat next to her on the couch, entwining your hands as you told her what had happened. Lizzie frowned in surprise and disbelief, and you swallowed dryly, assuring her that she needn't worry about it, and that you would deal with this sort of thing together.

- There was also a stupid comment about how I'm going to ruin your career, so I'll understand if you think that's too much and…

Lizzie shook her head in disagreement, interrupting your monologue and reaching for your cup with her free hand. She placed hers and yours on the living room table, and then sat down on your lap, her hands on your cheeks.

- Don't say such things. - She asked seriously, but her eyes were kind. - You make me so happy. - She says with a smile and you let out a sigh of relief. - I'm not going anywhere, we'll face this together. Like you said. - She assures you, and you look at her adoringly. - I love you.

- I love you too. - You say with a smile, letting your hands enfold her in an embrace, which she responds to.

You stay like this for a moment, and then Lizzie pulls away to kiss you gently on the lips.

- You are still thinking about the things you have read, aren't you? - She asks next, and you sigh, agreeing with a nod. But then Lizzie advances to your mouth, kissing you briefly before biting your lip and letting go, causing you to moan softly. - Shall we focus on something else then?

- Yes, ma'am. - You answer half breathlessly as you let your fingers invade the fabric of her shirt, as you kiss her again. Your hands move up as you let your tongue wander over her lower lip, asking for passage. You both sigh as your tongues touch, and Lizzie runs a hand through your hair as she deepens the kiss.

When your hands reached her breasts, Lizzie gasped lightly against your mouth, and then you let your fingers caress the stiffened nipples, and she forced her hips down, breaking the kiss with a pained moan.

- You are so sensible, babe. - You teased softly, putting a little more pressure against her breasts. Lizzie bit her lips, making a sound with her throat as she shifted uncomfortably in your lap. You let out a cocky smile, feeling her heat on your lap. She was also wearing only a long shirt, and you could feel how wet she was against your thigh, the sensation giving you chills. - What is it, babe? - you ask, noticing the way she moves against your thigh trying to get some friction. - Do you want to be touch?

- Yes. - She moans softly, moving her hands to your shoulders, as she rubs herself against your skin. You groan, resisting the urge to close your eyes. You absolutely love it when Lizzie wiggle on top of you. 

You take your hands off her breasts to remove her blouse and then move forward, capturing the left nipple in your mouth, while playing with the other one using your fingers. Lizzie arches against you, closing her eyes tightly as she opens her mouth in a long moan.

You let your tongue circle her stiff nipple, and then suck, causing her to throw her head back as she rubs against you. You smile when you feel her lift a hand to your hair, her fingers stroking the back of your neck and forcing you against her.

But you move up your kisses, licking the skin as you make your way to her collarbone, picking out the spots that you know that leave her breathless to bite and suck.

Lizzie moans and whimpers next, and you hold her hips, making her movements more coordinated against you. She is dripping down your thigh, and she is so hot against you that the sensation leaves you breathless, but you kiss her anyway, enfolding her tongue with yours as you move your hands down to her ass, squeezing the flesh and drawing out a shuddering sigh from her.

It doesn't take long for her movements to run out of rhythm, and her body to start shaking in spasms. She separates your mouths to moan breathlessly, and you sigh, squeezing her ass to keep the rhythm against your thigh. 

- You feel so good babe. - You whisper against her ear. As her orgasm nears, and she can barely keep rubbing herself against you, her own body refusing to obey. You don't want her to stop though. So you use your right hand to slap her ass, and Lizzie lets out a loud moan as she buries her head in your neck. - Don't stop. - You command, and she whimpers, her body trembling, but she obeys with difficulty, her wet pussy vibrating against your thigh.

Once her body begins to betray her again, you slap her on the other side, the sound echoing in the room, and it’s all it takes for her to arches her back, throwing her head back as she screams your name in a sultry moan, cumming against your thigh. - You did great, baby. - You tell her tenderly as she falls back against you, the intensity of the orgasm leaving her bewildered. She smiles on your skin as you let your fingers caress her back.

- I like the slapping. - She confesses against your collarbone next. 

- Yeah, I noticed. - You play back, laughing lightly, and she follows. - We can try other things too.

Lizzie straightens up to look at you, her cheeks flushed, but her gaze curious.

- Really?

- Honey, we are married. - You tell her with a smile. - We have all the time in the world to try anything we want.

She smiles, and kisses you. Just as you are about to be carried away by the sensation, she pulls away, a mischievous smile on her lips.

- How do you feel about blindfolding?

Five years ago, California.

You are in love with Elizabeth Olsen. The realization took a long time to happen actually.

But here you were, sitting in one of the V.I.P boxes at San Diego Comic-con, listening to the announcement on the new Captain Marvel movie, while exchanging messages with your best friend.

And then Lizzie says something about having a date with a musician, and you are staring at the screen of the device, not answering for long minutes. A bitter feeling in the pit of your stomach. 

You should tell her that you were excited for her. That this was great, and that you hoped it would all work out. But none of it is true. And you swallow hard when you realize why. Blocking your cell phone immediately, you put it away in your pants pocket, running your hands through your hair quickly. You need a drink.

Many drinks later, there are very pretty girls in your dressing room. You think one of them looks like Lizzie, so you kiss her. The box is yours anyway, you don't have to worry.

Scarllet is calling you. And the insistent ringing of your cell phone makes you grumble as you wake up.

- It better be important. - You mutter in annoyance when you answer, and she lets out a giggle on the other end of the line.

- It's my birthday, so yes. 

This is how you show up hungover at a party a few hours later. All your cast mates are there. And you adjust your clothes and hair, trying to look more presentable. 

- Wow, you look incredibly well for someone who has only had three hours of sleep. - The redhead comments as soon as you hug her to wish her a happy birthday. After she called you, and you whined like a whiny, drunk child who had barely slept and is in love with your best friend, she insisted that you come to the party, and have a little self-love, as well as aggressively reminding you that you were still one of Hollywood's most eligible singles, and that you could meet someone else.

- I'd curse you, but you're the birthday girl. - You mumble with a smile. You then let her go, and signal that you need to drink some water. She pats you on the ribs as she goes to greet the other guests.

The hall she has found for the party is quite large, and there are several tables of appetizers throughout the place. You soon find a bottle of water.

You choke slightly as your gaze wanders around the room, and you see Elizabeth arriving. Absolutely stunning, the way that makes your heart race and your cheeks redden at the image of her exposed legs. But your mood quickly changes when you realize that unfortunately she is accompanied. You want to dig a hole in the ground, or maybe go back to your bed. This must be the musician she talked about. 

You really considered running away from the party, and dealing with Scarlett's irritation afterwards, but then your cast mates were greeting you afterwards, and you forced a smile. Despite being hungover, you accepted the drinks that the waiters offered you.

There is a notification on your cell phone that makes you lock your jaw. You loosen the knot of your tie, feeling suffocated as you rush to the bathroom. After splashing some water on your face, you take a deep breath. 

- I'll take care of it. - Sara says as soon as you send her the photo you received. - Don't make any statement about it.

You hang up the phone after thanking her. Taking one last look at the attachment, a picture of you blacked out in your comic con box, lipstick marks on your body and many bottles of booze beside you. 

Being famous was a shitty thing sometimes.

When you left the bathroom and returned to the lounge, your gaze wandered over the room, and you decided that your day couldn't get any worse. Lizzie's date had an arm around her shoulders, and was kissing her cheek tenderly. You kept your face impassive, walking over to Scarllet.

You thanked her for the invitation, and said that you had enjoyed the party, but that you were tired. After wishing her a happy birthday again, you left, without saying goodbye to anyone else, including Elizabeth.

That same night, when she texted you with mild irony that you had forgotten about her, you sent an emoji and lied, saying that it was the hangover's fault.

Five years and four weeks ago, backstage of The Tonight Show

- You were sweet back there. - Lizzie comments with a smile as you leave the interview and walk back to your dressing room. You frown in confusion, and she looks away, blushing slightly. - The compliments, I mean. It was nice.

She was talking about how you told Jimmy that she was amazing, and that anyone would be lucky to date her, but that person wasn't you. You shrugged.

- It's just the truth, Lizzie. - You shot back without looking at her. You didn't want to talk about it. Not when she doesn't feel the same way.

You've been distant. And you know she can tell, but you don't want to talk about it. And Lizzie doesn't press you, and so you nod slightly as you make your way to your dressing room, ignoring the longing you feel for the times when you used to come back from interviews with inside jokes and banter, or how you used to go to each other's dressing rooms. You need to forget those things, because as long as you feel this way about her, you can't have that.

Four years ago, LA.

You let out a satisfied groan as you feel Lizzie's hands run up your back, her nails scratching your skin. She sighs when you bite her neck. 

Maybe you are moving too fast, because it has only been three hours since you confessed your feelings, but technically you have been in love for two years so time is relative.

You suck on a sensitive spot on Lizzie's neck, and she digs her nails into your skin, moaning softly as her legs close around your waist. She is sitting on the kitchen counter. You both ended up in this position after you two entered her house, and after you talked for a while, and watched some TV, you thought about preparing something to eat. But then Lizzie sat down on the counter, and you thought she was irresistible. And here you were, about to cross an important line in a fairly new relationship.

You let your hands rest on her thighs, enjoying the warmth of her body. Moving your kisses up her jaw to her mouth, you let your tongue wander slowly across her mouth, trembling slightly at the sensation.

When air was needed again, you let your forehead rest on hers.

- Maybe we should slow down. - You comment breathlessly, with your eyes closed. Lizzie bites her lower lip, pulling away.

- Yeah. - She agrees in the same state, her pupils dilated.

- I wouldn't want to rush things and ruin everything. - You explain managing to reason better when the distance is greater. She smiles, nodding in agreement. The next kiss she gives you is more innocent, though just as good as all the others.

You end up cooking for both of you next. And you don't mind when Lizzie is recording for her instagram.

//-//

The object in your pocket weighs all the way through the restaurant, and you try not to think about it too much.

It is during dessert that you take out the velvet box, ignoring the trembling of your own hand as you hold it out to the woman sitting in front of you.

- I know we are taking things slowly. - You start with a shy smile, feeling your heart racing. - But I would like you to be my girlfriend. Would you?

- I thought I was the romantic in this relationship. - Lizzie teases, her eyes filling with tears, and you laugh, shrugging your shoulders. - Of course i would, Y/N. 

It is a very beautiful and discreet ring. You eventually decide that she will not wear it on her ring finger so as not to generate unwanted attention. 

You have some wine to celebrate, and on the way back you feel your face heat up when your chauffeur exchanges a complicit look in the rear view mirror with you just after Lizzie lets out a loud sigh when she feels your hands inside her blouse. You and she giggle as he lifts the window of the limo to give you some privacy, and then you are kissing again.

//-//

You're not sure if "puppy dog eyes" is in the script, but you know that's exactly how you're looking at Lizzie right now.

She was absolutely irresistible when characterized as Wanda Maximoff, and you couldn't look at her any other way. Which was a good thing, because your character was just as much in love as you were.

- Girls, that was amazing! - congratulated the director as soon as the scene was over. You and Lizzie exchanged embarrassed glances. - I understand why people say that you are America's sweet couple, the previous shot is perfect. That look you gave Lizzie, Y/N, is flawless.

You just thanked him for the compliment, smiling shyly. When you returned to your dressing room, your girlfriend accompanied you.

- Flawless look eh? - She sneered with a cocky smile, and you laughed, throwing yourself down on the couch. 

- Don't get so full of yourself. - You replied as you lay back down and closed your eyes. Footage was tiresome. - It was just Vision looking at Wanda.

- Oh yes. - She pretended to agree as she walked over to you. You let out a surprised exclamation when you felt her sit on your lap, opening your eyes and smiling. - And how does Y/N look at Elizabeth Olsen?

She teased, with a challenge in her gaze. You bit your lips, letting your hands move up her thighs to her waist.

- That's a tough one. - You commented with a mischievous smile, as you moved your hands to unbutton her blouse. - Like she owns my life, probably. - You joke as you open a button. - Or maybe as if she has me in the palm of her hand, as she does. - Elizabeth looks at you with dark pupils, holding her breath in anticipation for your hands undressing her. - Or as if she were the woman of my life. 

Lizzie makes a noise of agreement, smiling at you.

- And what else?

You smile, unbuttoning another button, and letting your fingers invade her blouse, caressing her breast over her bra, making Lizzie bite her lip to hold back an moan.

- As if...

A ringing noise at the door startles you. Lizzie quickly starts to button her blouse as she stands up. You let out a grumble of dissatisfaction and also stand, making sure your girlfriend is properly dressed before you open the door.

- Honey, we need to discuss some details about... Oh, hello, Elizabeth. - Sara looks surprised to see your colleague in your dressing room, and you're just surprised to see your agent. She smiles at you both as she enters without waiting for an invitation, a sharp look on her face. - Should I come back another time if you're busy?

You feel your face heat up at the hint of Sara and do your best to hide it, shaking your head. Lizzie hurries to smile good-bye, and resists the urge to kiss you when she walks through the door. Sara doesn't notice the closeness of your faces when Lizzie leaves because she’s walking over to the sofa.

- What do you want to talk about? - you ask as you close the door.

- I brought you your new contract, dear. - She says, smiling cheerfully as she opens her purse. - I hope you're looking forward to it.

You let out a sigh, sitting down in the armchair across from her, and reaching out to grab the item she offers you. 

While you read the text superficially, Sara informs you that with this contract you can retire in style. Famous series pay very well. You bite the inside of your cheek, resisting the urge to reject. You would spend at least six months recording around the world. Without Lizzie.

Your lack of animation doesn't go unnoticed by your agent.

- Honey, it's Game of Thrones. - she recalls with excitement. - There is no better opportunity. I don't understand your face.

You force yourself to smile, running your hands through your hair.

- I'm just tired, Sara. - You lie. - Of course I'm happy.

She looks at you suspiciously for a few seconds, but then shrugs her shoulders, believing you.

- I know the recording time is long, but you will have almost two years to prepare. - She says while tapping on her cell phone. You make a nodding noise with your mouth, not feeling the least bit excited about the story. But work is work.

After Sara leaves with your signed contract, you bury your face in the sofa cushion.

//-//

Lizzie is happy for you, even though she knows she will miss you. 

You told her that in a year and a half you would be traveling for months to shoot Game of Thrones and she was impressed and proud. You simply wished to be with her.

Moments like now, sitting on the couch sharing a bucket of popcorn while watching trashy television are simply amazing.

After the newspaper was over, you suggested that you watch a movie. And you put on this stupid action thing, and were enjoying the plot when you were surprised by a hot sex scene.

You felt your face heat up slightly, because you and Lizzie had not yet crossed that line in your relationship.

It was understandable, since you were taking things slowly. And well, in a week you would have been dating for a month. You had a reservation at a nice restaurant, and a separate outfit. You weren't actively planning a first time, but you figured that you simply couldn't resist much longer as your make-out sessions got hotter and hotter.

And now, with Lizzie lying on your lap while you're on the couch, it was hard to ignore a scene like that and not feel anything, especially since your girlfriend was stroking your hand intertwined with hers that was resting on her belly with her thumb.

And then, as if guessing your line of thought, Lizzie dragged your hand down to the hem of her shirt. You held your breath, keeping your eyes on the television.

She kept her hand on top of yours as she reached into her own shirt, and let out a sigh as she moved your hand up to her breast. You just rested your hand there for a few seconds, licking your lips in anticipation. And then you straightened your posture slightly, using your other hand to pull Lizzie's hair out of her back and forward, while you moved your face closer and kissed the back of her neck. You couldn't see it, but you knew that her eyes were closed.

And then you squeezed your hand on her breast, and she moaned. The sound made your core vibrate. 

- Are you sure? - You whispered against her ear, letting your free hand rest on her waist.

- Yes. - Lizzie answered hoarsely, and then you were pulling your hand away from her breast.

- Bedroom. 

You clarified and she nodded frantically. You didn't even bother to turn off the television, stumbling out of the room toward the stairs, holding hands but not kissing, you didn't want to take Lizzie for yourself on the floor. Not on your first time.

#elizabeth olsen x reader #elizabeth olsen x you #lizzie olsen x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #marvel imagines #wanda x reader #wanda maximoff x dom!reader #wanda maximoff #wandavision #wanda x you #wanda #reader insert #lizzie olsen #elizabeth olsen #elizabeth olsen x dom!reader

[korasonata]

So, I know it’s not model stream day but I had a bunch of leftover quotes that I cut from the original Joe and Cleo model stream posts due to length. Was originally planning to compile them all together and make a larger master post when they finished the castle, but the list was getting a bit long so decided to do it in parts instead 😅 So here we have all of the other moments I greatly enjoyed that got cut from the first few posts.

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STREAM 1

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Cleo: See I can cut straight! But if anyone asks you from the police, I can’t. You didn’t see anything.

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Cleo: I’m feeling very put out by my chat at this point, because it’s just sort of like “are you sure you didn’t screw up?” No I’m sure I didn’t screw up, leave me alone! Oh…..

SILENCE…

Cleo: …I might have screw-…

SILENCE

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Cleo: I love it when Joe goes silent, cause you know he’s having a meltdown. And that’s quite funny.

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Cleo (in response to Joe explaining the use of “Moshi Moshi”): It’s Joe. I don’t know if Joe lies or tells the truth on any given day. But I’m assuming this is correct.

Joe: People are saying “but what if Joe’s a fox?” Well that’s why I said Moshi Moshi! See? And I didn’t go away.

Cleo: I- I’m a fox…I can’t say it….It’s fine…

Joe: Yeah, that’s ok.

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STREAM 2

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Cleo: is that Cleo’s hands? No. They’re an imaginary persons hands.

Joe: it depends if you’re watching my stream or Cleo’s.

Cleo: I mean that helps.

Joe: if you’re watching my stream, it’s my hands.

Cleo: if you’re watching Joes stream it’s probably Joes hands. If you’re watching my stream, it’s probably an alien entity.

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Joe: we actually got a super posh nail salon near me now, and so I was kind of thinking like “oh I should- I should go there and get the green- the chroma green nails before I do this.”

Cleo: oh god Joe.

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Cleo: This here is a map of what the things should be. What the heck is part 10? I’ve got to find par-

SILENCE

Cleo: ok well I found where part 10 is.

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Joe: Cleo’s going to have plenty of time to catch up, don’t worry.

Cleo: Catch up from the leading position that I already had.

Joe: Yeah. Well, but to make up for any lost time that you’re currently antago- or not antagonizing. Agonizing over. I’ll know when your antagonizing.

Cleo: Oh yea-you will know when I’m antagonizing.

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Joe (reading chat) : “How do you determine the limits of Cleo’s patience?” Uh, “are they redefined every time you test them?” Ummm…

Cleo: *laughing* interesting question Joe. I’d like to hear your answer to this.

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Cleo (about Joes model): it’s very small. We’re not comparing size though.

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Cleo (reading chat): both Bdubs and Joe have small castles *laughing* We’re not gonna talk about Bdubs’ small castle.

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Joe: My beard keeps brushing the ringlight which the camera is attached to, so I’m worried it’s vibrating the camera when my beard hits it. And it’s tickling my chin. Which is very very strange.

Cleo: *snort laughing*

Joe: *laughing* Cause normally no one tickles my chin during a stream.

Cleo: *still laughing* It’s not a common thing.

Joe: No, we don’t have like a reward tear for that with channel redemption.

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Joe (talking about cutting his beard): maybe I should just go trim this one part so I’m not bumping the camera.

Cleo: I- I… I mean, if you wanted to do that on stream I would not- (trails off)

Joe: Oh, you- oh! I guess I can get a mirror out, hold on. I’ve got a mirror, so let me see.

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Cleo: you know what Joe? I don’t know.

Joe: That’s ok Cleo. I don’t know either. That’s what makes us a good team. Mutual ignorance!

Cleo: CLUELESS!! CLUELESSNESS!!

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Cleo (about Xisuma and Pearl): We don’t bully each other. Cause I’m always right. That’s how it works.

Joe: Mhm.

Cleo: …the way you said “mhm” Joe made it sound like you don’t think I’m always right.

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Cleo: To be fair, I do quite like the model making.

Joe: Yeah, other than the fact that it’s like really stressful, it’s really relaxing!

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Joe (doing a face camera expansion): “EXPAND JOE!” Do do do do!

Cleo (singing the Adams Family): Do do do do!

Both (in harmony): Do do do do!

Cleo: Do do do do! Do do do do!

Joe: *click click*

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Joe (explaining about his Gomez Adams suit): I went to a tailor in another city.

Cleo: And you just went “Give me the suit that Gomez Adams wears!”

Joe: No! I looked at all the suits and then selected the one that Gomez Adams wears!

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Cleo: Ghostbusters! *laughing* Don’t bust the ghosts, they’re just trying to make a living guys. Do you know how hard ectoplasm is to get?

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Joe: Well, but like, for example, if you think about how much CO2 we waste on air conditioning every year, and the fact that people feel a chill when they like, walk through a ghost. You could just have like a- a big ghost that like walks around with you inside of it. As like an air conditioning suit.

Cleo: I don’t- I don’t want any ghost inside of me? Just…saying?

Joe: I mean I guess technically you’d be inside of it, but like…

Cleo: I’m not sure if that makes it worse or better.

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Cleo (reading chat): “Is the crying to make the paper more supple?” No. The crying is to make us more willing to accept our life choices. That have lead us here.

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Cleo (in distress): NO! Why would you do that?! WHY?! Why?! Why? Why. Why?!!!

Joe: What happened? Your cat do something?

Cleo: No no no. This is the roof. The roof has decided to not. And now I am deciding to not with the roof!

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Cleo: Sorry, I’m just trying to keep things together.

Joe: Keep it together, Cleo! Keep it together!

Cleo: I mean, some one of us- one of us has got to.

Joe (desperate): One of us has got to keep it together Cleo, and it’s you! There’s no way the one keeping it together is me!

Cleo: *uncontrollable laughing*

Joe: Sobbing intensifies!

Cleo: Everything hurts and nothing is ok!

Joe (deeply distressed): It’s fine!

—

Joe: At my previous jobs, I would tell them that I don’t want this job. I don’t want this career. I’m good at this technical stuff that you need, and can do it at a price that you can afford. But my priority is being able to drop off my kid at daycare and pick her up at daycare. Everyday. I- My- my then wife will never be available to take care of that child because she’s a PHD student. If the kid is sick, I am taking the day off to take care of her. If you don’t like it? You can find somebody else.

#hermitcraft #hermitblr #zombiecleo #zombie cleo #joehills #joe hills

[sweetteaanddragons]

Innocence

Nolofinwe’s first thought was that Feanaro had sired another son and neglected to mention it.

A second thought dismissed this as ridiculous, given a moment’s comparison between the age of the child (halfway to adolescence) and the length of time Feanaro had previously been able to resist announcing that he had another child (half a breath).

His second thought was that Curufinwe had sired a child, but given that then he would have had to miss both a birth and a marriage announcement, he was inclined to doubt it.

“I did say Atar was unavailable for a reason,” Pityo said helpfully from behind him.

“No,” Nolofinwe said after another moment of stunned silence spent exchanging stares with a bright eyed and half sized Feanaro, “you said, and I quote, “Atar is unavailable for - reasons.” Forgive me for assuming you were just trying to get rid of me.”

Feanaro had hopped up to perch on the scarred wood of his much abused workbench, presumably so he could continue the staring contest from a more equitable position. “Why do we want to get rid of you?” he asked. “Who are you, anyway?”

Nolofinwe blinked.

He wasn’t quite sure which sentence had hit him harder. It was probably better not to think about it.

“He doesn’t know who I am either,” Pityo in a voice that was clearly trying to substitute manic cheer for sanity. “I think an experiment went wrong.”

“How do you know it went wrong?” Feanaro demanded. “Maybe I was trying to do this.”

Well, at least some things hadn’t changed. “But we are accepting the premise that this was an experiment.”

Pityo looked helplessly around Feanaro’s workroom, with its profusion of strange tools, unidentifiable substances, and suspicious jewelry, as if to ask, What else could it be?

“That’s what the - my notes say,” Feanaro said, and the stumble revealed the first hint of uncertainty in this whole mess. “I think.”

Nolofinwe snatched up the closest sheaf of papers.

It immediately became apparent why Feanaro had not been able to make that statement with any more certainty.

“He’s developed another system of writing,” he said blankly. It was not quite a question. “Wasn’t coming up with one enough?”

Feanaro brightened. “I made a new system of writing? What’s it like? Will you show me?”

“It’s not a whole new system,” Pityo said at the same time. “It’s just his code. I suppose . . . “ And he gestured helplessly again, this time at his miniaturized father.

“I recognize some of it,” Feanaro said defensively. “And I figured out some of the rest. I’m sure I’ll get it eventually.”

“He’s stuck like this until he can decode his own notes?”

Pityo shook his head. “Curufinwe should be able to decode it. Probably. He taught it to all of us, it’s just . . . been a while.”

“He said I have seven sons,” Feanaro said. He sounded enormously impressed by this information. “Are you one of them?”

It took a lifetime of controlling his expression in court not to choke.

“No,” Pityo said, sounding horrified.

Nolofinwe was not particularly eager to hear how one of Feanaro’s sons would explain him.

“I’m your brother,” he said. “Nolofinwe.”

He was not at all prepared for the way Feanaro glowed.

Or for the way Feanaro flung himself off the worktable and wrapped himself around Nolofinwe like the octopus Arafinwe had once shown him.

Before Nolofinwe could react, Feanaro had already clambered up, tiny limbs jabbing into Nolofinwe and awkwardly pulling at the jewels pinned to his court finery, until Feanaro had secured himself firmly on Nolofinwe’s back, pointy chin digging into his head.

“There,” Feanaro said triumphantly. “Now I’m taller than you again.”

“Again?” Nolofinwe asked, automatically adjusting his grip on Feanaro’s legs to keep him from falling. He was abruptly thankful that Pityo had managed to dig up some child sized clothes before he got here.

“You’re my little brother,” Feanaro said matter-of-factly. “I’m taller than you.”

Nolofinwe was, in fact, about a hands-width taller than Feanaro, a fact that he was privately and perhaps bit embarrassingly proud of.

He resisted the urge to share this fact with his currently younger half-brother.

This bit of maturity was helped by the fact that he was still processing the look on Feanaro’s face when he had found out who Nolofinwe was to him.

He took a deep breath. “Back to our most urgent concern,” he said. “If Curufinwe is the only one who can translate these notes, where is he?”

Pityo bit his lip. “Out with the others, probably. We were all helping Makalaure set up for his performance at the festival tonight. I just came back to grab something and found . . . “

“Me,” Feanaro said, small arms temporarily squeezing tighter in their grip.

“Right,” Nolofinwe said. He resisted the urge to rub between his eyes. “I don’t suppose you have any idea why you were trying to make yourself younger in the first place? I assume you intended to keep your memories while you did so, but that still doesn’t explain the rest of it.”

“That’s obvious, isn’t it?” For once, Feanaro’s voice wasn’t smug, just matter of fact. “I was probably trying to figure out how to make other things younger and just tested it out on myself.”

“But why? We already have the means to preserve items - “

“But not animals,” Feanaro said, one arm releasing him so he could wave it excitedly. “Or we don’t, at least, and I bet you don’t either. If I could make this work, then people could have horses or cats that they’d never have to lose.” His voice was passionate with excitement for a project that wasn’t even really his, and for all the distance and anger between them, Nolofinwe didn’t have to wonder even for a moment why.

“But did you have to try it on yourself first?” he asked instead even though, rationally speaking, it was a waste of time to direct the question to Feanaro just now.

“I don’t think he did,” Pityo said. “There’s a loaf of bread on the table that I’m pretty sure was stale this morning, and when I opened the door to come in here, a kitten ran out. This was just . . . the next logical step.”

Nolofinwe gave him a flat look. Pityo jerked his chin up stubbornly.

Feanaro tugged on the collar of his robes to regain his attention. “Aren’t you even a little impressed, Nolo? I turned back time!”

“Of course it’s impressive,” he said, automatically reassuring. It had the benefit of also being true. “It’s just also insane.”

Feanaro was apparently not bothered by the second part of this because he settled back down almost immediately, pointy chin once again burrowing into Nolofinwe’s shoulder.

Pityo looked about to protest, but apparently he didn’t want Feanaro’s pointy chin any closer to his own shoulders because he kept his objections to himself. “Look,” he said instead. “I’ll go get Curufinwe and bring him back here to start working on things. I would have gone earlier, but I couldn’t leave him alone.”

And the last thing they needed was for word of this to spread around Tirion, which went unsaid.

Technically, of course, he was one of the people such word would have been kept from; there were a half dozen plans that could be pushed forward in the court with infinitely more ease with the knowledge that Feanaro would not be interfering for the foreseeable future, and Pityo knew it.

But it was hard to think of that while Feanaro was clinging to him like Nolofinwe’s own children had been too old to do for ages. And if Pityo hadn’t trusted him not to turn the situation to his own advantage, he at least trusted him enough to look after Feanaro now that he knew.

That was something.

So he just nodded, and Pityo took off like a deer with the whole hunt of Orome behind it.

When the door swung shut behind him, Nolofinwe turned his head so that he could better see Feanaro and said, “You’re taking this very well.”

He’d waited in case Feanaro took that as he cue to start not taking things well; he didn’t think the situation would be in any way improved by Feanaro bursting into tears in front of his son.

But Feanaro just shrugged. “It’s an adventure!” he said with a blinding grin that faded a bit into thoughtfulness. “And I’ve seen my notes in here and . . . and some of Amil’s tapestries upstairs. It looks like a house I’d have.”

And of course there was no reason to be concerned, Nolofinwe supposed; Feanaro was safe, there was no reason to suppose he’d ever be anything other than totally safe. This was Aman, not long ago Cuivenien, but still.

He supposed the world had changed since Feanaro was a child after all because he still couldn’t quite suppress a thrill of vicious vicarious unease. Feanaro in his right mind would not want to be this vulnerable, especially not in front of the half-brother that he now seemed for inexplicable reasons to adore.

But Feanaro was now squirming down from his place on Nolofinwe’s back. He let him down quickly, and Feanaro circled around and reclaimed his perch on the workbench, face suddenly very serious.

“Those weren’t the only things I saw upstairs,” he said. “I saw the bedrooms too.”

“Oh?” Nolofinwe said, at a loss as to why this, of all things, would upset a child-sized Feanaro.

Feanaro’s shoulders were tense. “I saw my bedroom,” he clarified, and when this still provoked no answer, his chin jutted out. “Don’t play stupid with me,” he insisted. “I saw. It was my bedroom, just mine. Something happened to their mother, didn’t it?”

His voice shook over the word “something.”

It probably said something too that he said "their mother" and not "my wife," but given his current age, mothers were probably an infinitely more comfortable topic, even considering the history of his own.

Nolofinwe sat down beside him. “Nothing happened to Nerdanel,” he said gently. Feanaro perked up just a little at the extra information he had just inadvertently provided, so Nolofinwe gave him some more. “That’s her name. She has hair just as red as Pityo’s, and she’s a sculptor. Her workshop should still be here. Have you seen it?”

Feanaro shook his head.

“She’s the best in Aman,” Nolofinwe said, and it was no empty flattery. “She’s gone to visit her family, that’s all. Nothing bad.”

“She went to visit her family, and she took everything with her?” Feanaro said skeptically.

Nolofinwe had come here hoping to discuss a few details of the festival with his brother before he went to push his case for the new university's funding in court. He had prepared for that. He had not prepared how to discuss the difficulties in his brother’s marriage with a child who wasn’t familiar with any possible difficulties in marriage beyond death.

“You had a fight,” he admitted.

Feanaro considered this. “Did I win?”

“That depends on how you define winning,” Nolofinwe said dryly. “But regardless, she is very much still alive.”

This seemed to satisfy Feanaro. At the very least, he moved on. “So how much older than you am I?” he asked, and there was a strange look on his face now.

Nolofinwe didn’t really see how the answer could do any harm, but something about the look on Feanaro’s face made him wary. “You had already started your apprenticeship when I was born,” he said, leaving at least a little ambivalence in case he needed it later.

Feanaro’s shoulders slumped a fraction, but he recovered quickly, leaning forward eagerly. “But I started that young, didn’t I?”

“You did,” he admitted. “You’d finished it before you were of age.”

Feanaro nodded, calculations running behind his eyes. “And I bet she didn’t have you right away,” he said, fingers tapping quickly, like a count. “They would have waited.”

“That’s . . . true,” he said warily.

“So it won’t be much longer then,” Feanaro said cheerfully. “From my perspective, I mean, I know it’s already handled here.”

Cheerfully?

Feanaro had apparently noticed his confusion because he rolled his eyes. “I’m not an idiot,” he said with a deep scorn that was far more familiar than any other expression he’d worn that day. “I know where babies come from. Atar couldn’t have given me a brother on his own.”

“Two brothers,” he said blankly. “Arafinwe - “

Feanaro grinned. “Even better.” But the grin faltered quickly. “Did she - blame me? When she came back, and you turned out alright, did she think it was my fault?”

When she came back.

He had wondered, earlier, just how old Feanaro was.

Too young, apparently, to know of his father’s decision to remarry.

That explained . . . a lot.

Feanaro’s face had crumpled in the face of his silence.

“Of course not,” he said. “Of course not, she would never blame you.” He wrapped an arm around Feanaro and pulled him closer.

Feanaro’s shoulders shook. “You don’t have to lie to me,” he said, stubbornly not crying. “I’m not a baby.”

“She didn’t blame you,” he invented wildly. “She blamed Atar. But she forgave him, as Arafinwe obviously proves.”

It came out almost naturally. It would have been entirely naturally if it hadn’t belatedly occurred to him just how much trouble he would be in if Feanaro asked the obvious follow-up question and demanded to see her.

Thankfully, at that moment, the muffled sound of the door to the house banging open rang out, followed quickly by the door to the workshop slamming open in its turn.

Curufinwe ran through first, and Fenaaro’s jaw dropped at the older reflection of himself.

For his part, Curufinwe’s eyes were immediately drawn to the tears still trembling in his father’s eyes. Thunder clouds immediately began to form on his face.

Maitimo was a slightly calmer presence behind him, but his face was still flushed from moving too fast in formal robes in the summer heat. “Uncle,” he said, inclining his head. “We appreciate your assistance.”

Curufinwe opened his mouth. Maitimo very firmly snatched the relevant papers from the workbench and steered him to the other end of the workroom. Curufinwe went, though he kept sending rather understandable glances back toward his Atar.

Maitimo was gentler when he approached Feanaro, kneeling so that they were at eye level. “Hello,” he said. “I’m Maitimo. Did Pityo tell you who I am?”

“You’re the one with all the letters in your room,” Feanaro said, a little warily.

Maitimo’s mouth twitched up in amusement. “That’s right.”

Curufinwe was in sweat stained work clothes, but Maitimo’s were finer; he must have visited court before going to help Makalaure. Regardless, there were jewels glinting around his neck, and Feanaro, perhaps inevitably, was drawn toward them.

“Did I make those?” he asked eagerly, successfully distracted from his earlier distress, eyes tracing the chain of gold framed rubies that looked like sparks from a fire that wrapped from Maitimo’s shoulder to his waist.

Maitimo’s smile widened. “You did,” he said. “They were a gift for my first appointment of any real substance at court.”

Feanaro’s attention turned to Nolofinwe’s own court finery and the sapphires twisted into the silver circlet in his hair. “Did I make that?” he demanded.

Nolofinwe resisted the urge to wince. “You did not.”

That was no crime, of course; it was just that this piece in particular was very pointedly not made by Feanaro. It had, in fact, been made by a Vanyarin smith who had been trumpeted as their very best, and while the Vanyar were not generally known for their smiths, some had boasted that he could challenge even Feanaro’s skill.

Commissioning the piece had been a statement, a declaration that he was not ashamed of his Vanyarin heritage, that Feanaro’s supremacy was not unchallenged, that -

Well. A lot of things. Wearing it was also always a very deliberate jab, and it was one he had been wholeheartedly in favor of this morning.

But he couldn’t tell that to the painfully earnest Feanaro of right now.

“You’ve made me others, though,” he said, which was actually true.

There was the delicate silver bracelet that had likely been a long forgotten statement of some kind that Feanaro had gifted him upon his birth. He still had it tucked into a corner of his jewel box despite the fact it was now far too small to be of any possible use. There was the necklace Feanaro had presented to him when he was still very small, and Nolofinwe had been dragged out to Tol Eressea for the first time. He had been terrified of the shadows there and of the sky so dark that stars could peek through, and Feanaro had presented him with a chain of jewels that glowed when his tiny hands squeezed them. There had been a more formal piece too, a diadem, when he reached adolescence and was formally presented to the court. Feanaro had given it to him shortly after he confessed in a tense whisper to his nerves.

There had been a handful of more minor trinkets too, but those had trailed off after that last diadem. Feanaro had been . . . distant, frequently, in his youth, but that had often been a matter of physical distance as much as anything else, and the vast gulf in their ages. When that distance had been crossed, he had been - kind, in that fierce way of his, especially when Nolofinwe had felt weak and most in need of him.

It was when Nolofinwe had proven himself strong that the tension between them had truly arisen as a force in its own right instead of merely an echo of their parents’ lives. Childish fears of the dark had melted, and a gift for persuasion and rhetoric had sent him on a meteoric rise in courtly influence in their place.

It had not meant the end of gifts, exactly; Feanaro had as much desire to appease their father as Nolofinwe did, and so the gifts had continued at all appropriate occasions. It was just that they were never from Feanaro’s own hand anymore, and with only a few small exceptions, he strongly suspected them to have been selections of first Nerdanel and then Maitimo.

But there had been one exception, even to that. It had, ironically enough, been presented to Nolofinwe shortly after he had first worn the set he was currently draped in.

Unlike every other piece Feanaro had ever given him, the chains had been gold. Most of the jewels had been blue, glowing with a faint light, like the light of the Mingling reflected on the ocean, but the centerpiece, the largest jewel, had been like blood spreading on the water.

A violent image, but still beautiful.

It had been a statement, just like Nolofinwe’s own commission, only he had never been entirely certain of the extent of the statement involved. That it had been a defense of Feanaro’s superior craftsmanship was certain, and also a point it was difficult not to concede. The piece looked like a song given form, and it was difficult to tear his eyes away from it when it was in sight.

The rest of it, though - and there surely must be a rest of it - was less certain, and so for the most part, Nolofinwe left it quietly in its box.

Just this once, though, it surely couldn’t do much harm.

“If you’re still like this tomorrow, I’ll wear it then,” he promised.

Feanaro’s dark mood vanished for a moment before being replaced by new urgency. “We can’t wait that long! I have to be older again by tonight.”

Tension immediately reentered the room.

“Oh?” Maitimo asked with forced calm. “Did you see something concerning in your notes?”

Feanaro shook hs head. “No, but Pityo said Makalaure’s concert was tonight, and he said I couldn’t leave the house until I was back to normal, so I have to be back to normal by tonight, I have to.”

Maitimo smiled as the tensions slowly drained out again. “I’m sure he’ll understand, just this once.”

But Feanaro shook his head fiercely. “Atar always comes when he says he will,” he said firmly. “I have to do the same thing.”

“You can help me decode these if you want,” Curufinwe offered. “It would go faster.”

Feanaro hesitated a moment, but an encouraging smile from Nolofinwe sent off him quickly.

Nolofinwe looked after him for a long moment before turning back to Maitimo. “I hate to do this to you,” he said in a low voice, “but I do have other matters to attend to before the festival begins. If there’s nothing else I can do . . . ?”

“Of course,” Maitimo said. “Let me show you out.”

“Good,” he said, rising. “There’s a few things you should probably know . . . “

He explained his lies with a hint of guilt as Maitimo showed him to the door, but if Feanaro's eldest resented them, he said nothing of it.

He should at least say goodbye. He knew he should. He would be late to see Atar if he did, but Atar would never hold it against him, especially if he explained the cause.

He just - couldn't.

. . .

He hadn’t wanted to leave, exactly, but with both Feanaro and his sons pouring over the notes, Nolofinwe had little doubt the issue would be resolved quickly.

He simply preferred not to be standing right there when it was.

He had no idea whether or not Feanaro would remember what had happened. He wasn’t sure which alternative would be worse.

Either way, he would return to find things largely unchanged by his absence. He had resisted the urge to tell the king what had happened. They would have to if things persisted, of course, but he truly did not think they would, and in the meantime - it felt like a betrayal, as absurd as that was, to reveal Feanaro's joy at what could have been to anyone else.

Perhaps that was why as he dressed for the concert, he couldn’t quite help his hand lingering over a certain box.

It wasn’t quite what he had promised, but it was probably the best he could do.

And it was, after all, almost certainly the finest he owned. It was a shame to let a few complications keep it hiding in the dark.

. . .

(The concert is out in the open, great flocks of elves streaming through the festival streets to gather around the stage. Nolofinwe walks with his wife on his arm, waiting for the first golden note.)

(It is struck just as the Mingling starts. The light shimmers as it dances off the jewels on Nolofinwe’s chest.)

(For just a moment, through the crowd, he spots Feanaro, once more only a hand’s width shorter than Nolofinwe’s own height.)

(Feanaro does not approach him.)

(But his gaze catches on the dazzling jewels, and just for a moment, his half-brother smiles.)

#feanor #fingolfin #fic #silmarillion #de-aged

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BNHA Chapter 291: “Let My New Villain Crush Say His Piece”

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AWW He’s so cute you guys! I think I’m officially declaring Toya/Dabi my new LOV crush. It used to be Shigaraki and he’s still 2nd. Technically Shigaraki’s actually more sympathetic than Toya, since they’ve both got tragic backstories and abusive dads and Shigaraki at least still likes his friends, while Toya hates everyone and just does not give a fuck. But hey, I still love him anyway. Seriously everyone in this series needs a hug.

(lol no way I’d dye it). It’s the Bride of Frankenstein look ya’ll!

SHADES OF LIL KACCHAN. Man no wonder Shoto’s so drawn to Lord Explosion Murder.

1) I guess we’re officially confirming that Endeav did not, in fact, sexually assault Rei into pregnancy. Which - GOOD. There’s a limit to what morally complex characters can get away with and still be redeemable. 2) BABY FUYUMI AND BABY TOYA CUTE OVERLOAD.

IS THAT THE ALL MIGHT FIST OF TRIUMPH?!

Uh oh baby burning. That image of endeavor across the gulf from All Might sure comes up a lot.

Well then you shouldn’t have abused your kids dumbass.

Let’s sum this part up pretty simply: DABI: “They never told you what happened to your son.” ENDEAV: They told me he was dead. DABI: No, I am your son. ENDEAV: That’s not true. That’s impossible! DABI: Search the DNA tests, you know it to be true. ENDEAV: NO!!! NO!!!

1) Spinner is so Shigaraki’s LOV boyfriend. 2) Seriously Dabi you didn’t tell any of them? 3) Tomura are you OK?

LOL THAT WOULD BE HILARIOUS. Shiggy: “Also I’m All Might’s master’s grandkid! And Kurogiri’s Aizawa’s long lost friend! And Muscular’s Bakugou’s cousin, Toga’s Ochako’s wife, Spinner’s Tsuyu’s secret dad, Gigantomachia’s Kirishima’s grandfather, Compress is Jirou’s 5th cousin once removed, and All for One is Deku’s dad...” blah blah blah (actually 2 of those are true...)

Um isn’t 99.99% less Missing Lost Son and more Actual Clone?!

OH SHIT MORE REVELATIONS?! THIS GUY’S NOT DONE YET!

POOR NATSUO AND FUYUMI. Your whole family is so screwed.

Legit good question! Even if he’s asking it for selfish reasons. 

AW! You precious child. I was wondering what his verbal reaction would be. Looks like we’re going with “Denial”.

HOLY FUCKING SHIT

Oh dear god (BTW Who the fuck was filming this? Is big brother always watching or something)

Oh man. (Poor freaking Twice. Isn’t this exactly what Curious wanted to do to Toga? I think she’s gonna be pissed at Dabi later on). 

ENDEAVOR AND HAWKS FEELS. HOLY SHIT

Ooh, I think you just made a mistake Dabi. Jumped the gun a little. (Please don’t let this undo all the good, society-destroying work our villain did before this once the Not Deadness of Jeanist gets out! People already don’t want to believe him)

Similar to who? Also TOKOYAMI. HAWKS. OH GOD

HOLY SHIT. (Similar to someone else? By that DO YOU MEAN YOU!?! Oh man I thought Dabi/Hawks was sunk for good after the burning incident but maybe not so much.)

All good points! Great writing and art touch, all those ads. (Again, he’s still a dick for doing all this. But still. Worth thinking about).

1. HIS FRIENDS CALL HIM CANT YA SEE KUN. 2. deku and kachcan deku and kacchan you guys need so many hugs. 3. Yeah right Dabi. Sure you would’ve. 4. Iida and Hado get to be part of this!

Endeav’s gonna have a real crisis now that the Denial Stage is over.

(Senpai=Hado?) “The Others” here...I’m guessing Kacchan and Aizawa? Either way, that “Midoriya”. Tododeku is alive and well! (+TDBK and bKDK. The OT3 lives). Also CRYING SHOTO. HUG HIM DEAR GOD SOMEONE HELP THIS GUY. And he’s keeping it together pretty well though! 

Fierce Deku and Kacchan! Dabi using ultimate moves from Endeavor! 

Here we go.

Jeanist is here huh. Yay he’s not dead!

So I asked myself while writing this, why am I apparently not wanting Jeanist to pop up and prove Dabi’s “lying” (he’s not, he just doesn’t know the truth) about Hawks? Apparently I want society’s faith in heroes to be shaken or something. Well yeah. I guess, as long as our heroes make it out of this arc alive, I’m kinda rooting for the villains to win here. Not because I agree with them, but because it feels like that’s the point of this arc, this piece of the story. It’s the “fall of the old” to make way for the new. The Darkest Hour, the ending of the Empire Strikes Back (fittingly), the climax of the Rise of Villains Saga for the series as a whole. Night getting darkest just before the dawn. So I guess I want the villains to win here. (so the UA protags can bring everything back up again). I guess I’m just hoping Jeanist’s arrival doesn’t undermine everything Dabi just said, cause so much of it is true. All the stuff about Endeav is true. And Hawks did kill Twice, for the greater good no. So to have everyone just live in denial...it would undermine this whole arc. So yes, I’m rooting for the villains here.

(again, not endorsing their behavior at all.) 

On break sadly. TWO WEEKS FROM NOW. 

#bnha 291 #bnha spoilers #thank you for being all right #todoroki touya #todoroki enji #todoroki shoto #todoroki natsuo #todoroki fuyumi #midoriya izuku #bakugou katsuki #hado nejire #iida tenya #hawks #shigaraki tomura #endeavor #dabi #so glad hado is a part of this #she's actually my fave big 3 member #so i hope she gets some development #deku and kacchan looking fierce as always #i have such a mindless crush on touya/dabi now #he's always been hot #but before this he was just in the background #now he's got personality #tododeku

[secretobsessionstuff]

ooh i love shawn and mateo!! can you write something with shawn throwing up because of a panic attack with mateo doing his best to calm him down? shaky hands and trembling breaths and mumbling mateos name would be so cute! and mateo says stuff like “i’m here i’m here it’s okay” Oh also can it be that they have their friends over and shawn has the panic attack when mateo isn’t in the room, so they have to call for him to come in? bonus if there’s a snippet of friends pov of mateo and shawn!

Thanks for the request, anon! This was an interesting change for me. I hope you like it!

Content Warning: Panic Attack, Graphic description of vomiting, anxiety, talk of major medical procedure!

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“So, you’re giving your boss your kidney?” Dakota asked as he ate the last mouthful of food on his plate. “And I thought my boss was demanding.”

Mateo laughed at the blunt phrasing. “Well, technically he’s not my boss, just my mentor. But yes, I am giving him my kidney. And I’m doing it out of the goodness of my heart, thank you for very much.”

“Wouldn’t it be out of the goodness of your kidney?” Blair commented, making everyone at the table laugh. By everyone that meant her and Dakota, and Mateo and Shawn. No one noticed, but Shawn laughed at little less enthusiastically than everyone else.

Though she was joking, Blair was right. The goodness of Mateo’s kidney was one of the reasons he was doing this—that, and he was willing to give up the organ for his partner. Joel had been Mateo’s partner as a paramedic ever since Mateo’s been working in an ambulance.

The man had been extremely patient during Mateo’s rookie months. Being trapped in the same vehicle every day pushed them closer, far closer than Mateo ever got to colleagues in the past. In fact, he told Joel about his relationship with Shawn months before he ever told his parents. It was sad, but at 55, he didn’t have many people in his life who were healthy enough to donate. His wife died way too young, he didn’t have any kids, and his sister was battling her own health issues.

It had been a quiet lunch break when Joel told Mateo about his situation. It wasn’t long after that conversation that Mateo volunteered to be the donor. It took a while to get Shawn onboard with the plan, but he seemed to come around.

Shawn listened to the dinner conversation but didn’t join in. This was Mateo’s news to share. He also didn’t think it was best the conversation to have while eating, but it’s not like that would even have crossed Mateo’s mind.

So, Shawn stayed quiet, like he had been for the last few months. He stayed quiet when Mateo was being tested as a possible match. He stayed quiet when Mateo went through the consent process. He stayed quiet when the doctors explained the risks involved. That last one was particularly hard to do, but this is what his boyfriend wanted, and he wasn’t about to get in the way of saving someone’s life.

“When is the surgery?” Blair asked. She too had finished her meal. Mostly everyone was simply enjoying the company at this point, so there was no need to end the evening. Mostly.

“Two Saturdays from now.” Mateo felt the first flutters of butterflies as he said this. It was getting real close. The recovery process would ensure that their ambulance would be out of commission for a while.

Shawn was well acquainted with those butterflies. He felt more than their flutterings in his stomach. He was finished eating as well, though it didn’t look like it. He cleared his plate as best as he could. The gnawing sensation in his gut took up most of his appetite.

“That’s great, man,” Dakota said. “It’s really cool that you’re doing this.”

“Thanks.” Mateo smiled and wiped his mouth with his napkin. He went to say more when his phone started ringing from down the hall. For a half second, he looked confused. “Oh sorry, I think that’s my mom even though I told her not to call tonight.” He caught Shawn’s eyes as he stood up. “Babe, do you want to clear the table while I teach my mom the definition of tomorrow?”

Shawn nodded stiffly. “Sure.”

He started grabbing everyone’s empty plates, only then noticing how jittery he felt. He fumbled with the dishes, nearly dropping them back on the table from the tremble in his hands. As he picked up Blair’s plate, he made it clang against her glass. “Sorry, I’m sorry,” he stuttered, cringing at himself.

“No, that’s okay,” Blair insisted, steadying the pile of dishes. She put her hand over his, feeling him shake. “Shawn, are you alright?”

“Mhm.” He quickly turned around to put the dirty dishes in the sink. They fell clumsily out of his grasp, but didn’t break.

Blair stood up slowly, keeping an eye on his turned back. “Are you sure? You were kinda quiet during dinner.”

Dakota echoed his girlfriend’s remark. “I thought so too. Are you feeling okay?”

The kitchen suddenly got very hot. Shawn felt a sticky heat cling to his neck and spread down his arms. He put his hands on the edge of the sink to keep himself up when a wave of dizziness came over him. An awful sensation slammed into his chest—one that he couldn’t quite place, but he knew that he wanted it gone. It stole the breath from his lungs and the light from his eyes. It almost felt like he were having an allergic reaction to something he ate, but that wasn’t right.

“I—uh…” He didn’t know what he wanted to say. He didn’t really feel like saying anything, except he knew that his friends were staring at him. His breathing was a jagged line, interrupted by moments that felt like…like death. Like each attempt at taking in oxygen was only filling his airway with soil. He was being buried alive. They just kept throwing more dirt on top his chest, making it impossible for his lungs to fully expand.

Dakota put his hand on Shawn’s back, feeling how tense the muscles in his shoulders and neck were. “Shawn, you’re shaking. Talk to us. What’s going on.”

Shawn flinched at Dakota’s touch. To his mind, Dakota’s palm left a searing red mark on his skin. “I—I don’t—I don’t know.”

The food in Shawn’s belly felt like a pile of rocks. The nausea rushed up at him like an attack. Sweat broke out across his skin and he shivered. He was still leaning over the sink which happened to be a good thing, because he started vomiting up his dinner. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to eliminate the many stimuli that bombarded his body. His belly demanded the most attention as he continued to heave. His shoulders shook even more now from the force of each retch.

“Oh my God,” Blair said, hopping nervously on the balls of her feet. “I’m going to get Mateo.” She gave Dakota an urgent look. “Don’t leave him.”

Shawn moaned as bile dripped from his mouth. His moans of pain sounded like one long hum. The long drawn out ‘m’ quickly turned into Mateo’s name.

“I know, Shawny,” Dakota said, resisting the urge to rub the boy’s back after his previous reaction. “He’s coming. Blair went to get him.”

Shawn closed his eyes, slid his back down the kitchen cabinet, and sat on the floor. His heart was pounding against his rib cage, making him think that every bone in his body was vibrating.

There was some part of his brain that was watching this as an outsider. Some part of him knew that this didn’t make sense. He wasn’t really being crushed. Still, he couldn’t get that part to communicate with the Shawn who was convinced that he was dying.

Mateo came around the corner, flustered and trying to get his bearings. He found his boyfriend on the kitchen floor, chest heaving. He immediately dropped to his knees in front of his boyfriend. Before speaking, he made sure that his voice was slow and calm. “I’m here, I’m here. It’s going to be okay, Shawn.”

“Is he okay?” Dakota asked, biting his fingernails. “Has this ever happened before?”

Mateo shook his head. “No, but he’ll be okay. It looks like a panic attack.”

“What can we do?”

Mateo looked up at his friends. Strands of hair fell across his eyes. “It actually be great if you guys could back up. Thank you for not leaving him alone, but I don’t want him to be more overwhelmed.”

“Of course. Oh my gosh, of course,” Blair said. They both backed up to where Shawn couldn’t see them. They could still see him though.

Dakota grabbed Blair’s hand and they watched nervously as Mateo talked to his boyfriend.

“I’m right here, babe,” they heard Mateo say. “You’re in the kitchen. You’re safe. I’ll stay with you util it’s over.” He put his hand on the floor where Shawn could see it. “Here’s my hand if you want to hold it.”

At first it seemed to Dakota and Blair like Mateo was panicking as well because of how heavy he was breathing, but they quickly realized that he was getting Shawn to copy him. Mateo didn’t have to say anything and already Shawn was starting to match his slow breaths. Dakota thought it was a clever technique.

There were moments of silent when all Mateo did was make exaggerated sounds of breathing. And he just sat there. Waited. Made his presence known to Shawn by occasionally reminding him that he wasn’t going anywhere.

Mateo was pleased with how Shawn seemed to be relaxing. There was less tension in his body and the colour was returning to his face. He thought now was a good time to bring him back to reality.

“Shawn, what colour is my shirt?”

“What?” the question caught Shawn completely of guard. He blinked the tears away out of his eyes and really looked at Mateo. His shirt was red, and it was the clearest thing he could see since he stood up from the kitchen table. He sniffled and said, “Red.”

“Good. What colour is your shirt?”

Shawn felt silly but he looked down at his chest. “Black.”

Mateo smiled at the calmness he heard in Shawn’s voice. His eyes started to look more alert as well. “Do you know what happened?” Shawn shook his head. “You had a panic attack. You’re coming out of it.”

Shawn looked around at his surroundings. His shirt was mostly black, but there were also spots of vomit on it. And he was drenched in sweat. “I feel sick.”

“Yeah, that’s normal.” Mateo said. “How about we get some water?”

…

Dakota and Blair left soon after that. They were worried for Shawn but were happy to see that he was okay. Mateo told them he would text later in the night to assure them that Shawn was still okay. And probably to answer their questions.

After their friends had left, after Shawn took a shower, after the anxiety had left his bloodstream, Shawn finally fell on the couch next to his boyfriend.

“How are you feeling?” Mateo asked.

“Better.” Shawn looked down at his hands shyly.

Mateo kept the tone of his voice casual. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“I’m not entirely sure why it happened.” And that was the truth.

Mateo shrugged. “Sometimes panic attacks don’t have a clear cause. That’s fine. But is there something that maybe pushed you over the edge?”

Shawn knew that a few things in his life were currently stressful. The best he could think of was that everything had build up inside of him. No matter how small the stressor, it added to the pile of dirt that sat on his chest. There was something that was eating away at him though. “I am kinda scared.”

“About what?”

“Well, we were talking about your surgery before it happened—”

Mateo started nodding before Shawn needed to finish his sentence. “Ah…that. Yeah, I’m scared too.”

“You are? But you seem so sure of it.”

“Because I know that the risks are low and that complications can be treated,” Mateo said, scooting closer to his boyfriend. “But I wish you told me how much this was bothering you.”

Shawn scoffed. “As if I would stop you from donating your fucking organ to help your partner.”

Mateo threw his hands up. “We could have still talked about it. It could have eased both of our anxiety. I guess we’ll have to start now.”

“I guess so.”

Mateo kissed Shawn on the lips, then pulled his face back to look into his boyfriend’s eyes. “I’m not supposed to promise anything…but I promise I’m going to be okay.”

#emeto #emetophilia #emeto fic #emeto fiction #sickfic #stress induced #emetophiliac #my ocs #Shawn #Mateo #anxiety #tw panic attack #tw anxiety attack #vomiting #puking #panic attack #stress