#of course he was in so much more than just b99 but this is what I always knew him best from

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RIP Andre Braugher

#rip andre braugher #b99 #b99 cast #captain raymond holt #of course he was in so much more than just b99 but this is what I always knew him best from #I also knew him from the movie Frequency I loved him in that #andre braugher

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I return with more Denki brainrot

Denki gets super fixated on media like anime and stuff, and his favorite thing is the way his partner will just sit there and listen or even get fixated on the same media as him. You get super heated about something in the media he introduced you to? Immediately kissing you, no thoughts required. He softly says how much he loves you and then fucks you so gently and lovingly, making sure you know how much you mean to him and muttering everything he loves about you through kisses. I LOVE HIM OKAY

Ranting With Your Boyfriend

I don't know how I missed this in my inbox, it's so perfect. And our perfect Denki needs more attention.

Also, I looked for like 15 minutes, to find some info about his favorite animes or media, and I couldn't find shit. So I'm just gonna make something up, I love Brooklyn 99 and Marvel so I'm gonna write that he likes some of that. (The only thing I could find he likes was Pokemon, but that felt a bit on the nose. And it wasn't an official site, it was fans answering questions about him, and after Pokemon had been the answer 8 times, I kind of gave up.)

Also, I'm obsessed with both franchises, so what Denki says about the shows is my own opinion, so this is my excuse to rant about them. So spoilers for season 8 of B99. It's not important to the story, so you can just skip it.

Denki Kaminari x gn!reader

Warnings: sex, semi-public sex (someone can definitely hear them),

Word count: 2079

Denki's lips are moving faster than any of the others in the rooms can even try to understand, but you're right by his side clinging to his every word. Your eyes locked on his face, his so beautiful face. How his blonde hair falls perfectly around his face, and his soft lips, talking about his favorite show. You watched every episode of Brooklyn 99 with him, he may have watched it 17.000 times before you, but he watched it with you. He explained everything to you, every detail, everything about the actors, he made you notice things you never would have on your own.

"The only problem is the last season. It feels forced. Mac is amazing and it shows how much Jake has grown, but Terry has almost had no character growth, and the fact that Raymond and Kevin separate is just so weird, cause they always talked about stuff, and the fact that Kevin can't feel the pressure Holt is under is just weird. But of course, the kiss they share at the end of the season i so perfect, it makes me wanna cry every time. Also, there are so many plot holes, all seasons through. Jake at some point talks about how Blockbuster is gone, and then a season or so later, he asks the others what happened to Blockbuster. The same with stuff they just make up at some point, they say one thing and make a character some way, and then a season later, or just an episode later, they go against what they had made up about the character."

His ramble is the cute thing about him, the smile on your lips as he just talks and talks about the problems with his favorite show. You know that he'll in just a second start explaining what's so good about it. And like a cue, he continues.

"But at the same time, it's so comforting. It's funny, it's not offensive and it doesn't make fun of marginalized groups. There's all kinds of representation, and... Oh yeah, did you know that the actors for Amy Santiago, Melissa Fumero, and Rosa Diaz, Stephanie Beatriz, never thought they'd both get the role? Cause they're both Latina, and when one of them got the role, the other one thought it was lost, but they both got it and they were both so happy. And they play the characters amazingly. Did you also know, that Stephanie often breaks character and smiles or laughs in scenes, you just need to look for it. It's amazing that..."

Before he gets to finish his sentence, your lips are on his, and a small sound leaves his lips. But with the others in the room, he tries his best to stay quiet.

"Get A Room!" Bakugous voice is sharp, and you quickly break apart.

"Oh let them be." Mina interrupts, smiling at you and hitting Bakugou in the back of his head. He doesn't say anything and falls further back on the couch. Mina continues,

"But if you need some peace and quiet, we can leave." She gestures at the boys on the couch, Kirishima and Sero are playing cards and look up at Mina, nodding. Bakugou just scowls, keeping his mouth shut. Denki looks at you, trying to figure out what you want.

"You don't have to, but..." Before you get to finish your sentence, Mina interrupts.

"That's our queue, let's go boys." She hurries them out of the sofa, while you and Denki are still sitting on the ottoman. Sero winks at you before Kirshima pushes him out the door. Mina following right after pushing Bakugou.

"Just us," Denki whispers and pushes a lock of your hair, out of your face.

"Yeah just us," you smile and he returns it even wider.

"Do you remember the last two heist episodes?" He nods, and you continue. "It's a sweet ending, but at the same time, it just feels rushed, like they couldn't figure out a good ending and they just quickly came up with something. It's also kinda sad that we never really see Arlo, we see him in like one episode, I miss my pretty golden labrador..."

Denki grabs the back of your head pulling you into a heated kiss. It's slow at first, letting you taste the chocolate on his lips, as he sweeps his tongue against your bottom lip. You smile into the kiss and he pulls you harder against him, taking control of it. Leading you how he wants you, softly laying you down on the ottoman, so he can pull your head back and kiss your neck.

You let out a groan as he bites the tender spot on your neck, that he knows gets you weak in the knees. He nibbles at your earlobe, slowly letting out a strained moan.

"God you're perfect, my perfect angel. You make me so fucking hard, you know that? With those eyes of yours, looking like you want to get fucked all the time. Those puppy eyes, begging me to take control and fuck you senseless. Oh, how I can't wait to bury myself inside you, feeling you clench around me as I fuck you so slowly." He pulls away from your ear, looking down at the lust in your eyes. He knows you so well, he knows everything about you. And you him.

"Let us get this thing out of the way," he pulls at your shirt, and you're quick to help him get it off. He looks down at your chest, with eyes that make you melt. He loves you so much, everything about you, not even caring what others think. You mean everything to him, and no one can change the fact that he's planning to marry you.

"Your turn," you utter, and he almost rips it in half trying to get it off. His chest is defined, nipples you wanna put in your mouth, abs you wanna ride. Everything about him is just so perfect. So damn perfect.

"My eyes are up here angel." He laughs and you join in, he makes the dumbest jokes, at the dumbest time.

You reach out for him, and he stays still as your fingers slowly run along his abs. His toned muscle feels hard under your fingers, and as your finger travels lower, he lets out a trembling breath.

"Be nice... please." His words are shaky and you smirk. You let your hand wander and glide it along the sexy v muscle at the bottom of his torso. He exhales unsteadily, and you can see how weak this makes him.

"Let's make a deal, you fuck me nice and good, and I'll behave. I promise." He doesn't see the crossed fingers behind your back and quickly bends down above you to catch your lips in a kiss. You moan into it as he strokes your tongue with his own, he softly caresses your cheek. He puts his knee down between your legs, pushing you backwards.

"I'll take good care of you angel, but you gotta promise to keep quiet. We're still in the living room after all." You nod, already too eager for what's about to happen.

He places a soft kiss just behind your ear, and a shiver runs down your spine. He slowly moves further down, letting soft kisses follow his path. He stops at your nipple, softly licking around it, and taking it in his mouth to suck. You let out a strained moan, and he immediately lets go.

"What?! No. No. No. please continue." You whimper, a smirk playing on his lips.

"We need to make a deal if you're loud..." He pauses for a second, "Then I'll stop. Well end out fun, so you gotta stay quiet, angel."

"How is that fair?! You know that's not realistic." You mutter, staring at Denki.

"Okay, we can just stop here and watch a movie?" You stare at him with the most evil glare you can obtain.

"Fine." You pout, walk over, and sit down on the couch. Denki is right behind you, sitting down next to you. He places a hand on the backrest and around you. You say nothing and just hand him the remote. He finds a show, and you're too riled up to even care what's playing.

Denki pulls a blanket down and swoops it around you, cowering you completely. For a few minutes, you are just watching the movie. Annoyed by the fact that he left you hanging, but nothing to do about it now.

His hand on the backrest slowly moves down, moving around you to find your desperate hole. You whimper as he puts soft pressure where you need him the most.

"Let's help you out. Shall we?" He whispers, slowly moving your clothes out of the way with his hand, so his finger can steadily sink into you. You whimper, doing your best to keep quiet. Not knowing if his demands are still the same.

His pace is torturingly slow, pumping in and out of you. His eyes are still on the show, not even offering you a glance as he fucks you with his fingers. You whimper as he hits a certain spot in you, biting your lip to try and keep the noise contained.

He smirks, but his gaze is still on the screen. He pulls his digits out and a desperate noise escapes your mouth.

"That was beyond mean." You state, and his eyes finally move to you, studying you, like he is trying to remember every detail. His hand finds your cheek and he pulls you into a kiss, it's slow at first, letting you savor the feel of him. He pulls you onto his lap, and he swiftly takes control of the kiss and makes you grind your hips onto his hard cock. You moan, and he bites your lips to keep you quiet.

"Let's get these clothes off you, so I can get inside... soon. I need you." His voice is so filled with lust, you can feel yourself clench around air. God you want him inside you, as quickly as possible. You need him more than air.

He rips your pants and underwear off you in one swift motion, leaving your bottom bare. He pulls himself out of his pants, not caring about anything, but you right now. He grips your hips and pulls you onto him. He moans, and a scream rips from your throat.

"Fuck you feel good, angel. Damn... I..." He's breathing heavily, trying to catch his breath. As the feeling of you around him surrounds him. You feel so damn good.

He lifts you up slowly and lets you drop down again. You moan into his neck and he does it again. Slowly setting the pace, taking care of you. Moving you, right as he wants you.

His rough hands on your waist are the only thing that keeps you grounded. He feels so heavenly in you, you can already feel the tension building in you. The feeling building and building. He keeps the pace of you on him, your head in his neck moaning softly as he moves you.

"Oh angel, you already close? Want my help?" You moan softly into the crook of his neck, and thats his cue. His hips snap up into you, making you cry out. He does it again, fucking up into you, so much faster than the pace was before.

"Cum for me angel! I need you to cum!" The strain in his voice, tells you he is close too. But you don't have to be told twice. The tension snaps and your whole body falls into a little piece of heaven. Your whole body is tingling, and your sight goes white for a second, as you slowly come back down to earth.

His hips are still snapping up into you, and you know he is so close.

"Please baby, please cum for me, please, please, please, I want your cum." You whisper in his ear, and that's the last thing he needs. He cums in you, painting your walls white. The feeling of his cum in you makes you whimper. Everything about him feels so good.

"I love you so much, angel." His breathing is heavy and he lets his head rest on your shoulder. " You did such a good job for me. I'm so proud of you baby." He mumbles into your shoulder, kissing the skin softly.

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Finally, Ro's followers celebration!!!!! I'd like to request this prompt: Character A and Character B have feelings for each other but can't bring themselves to admit it. That is until they have to pretend to be a couple (for a mission, a family party, whatever) and end up kissing on more than one occasion. Their feelings for each other become evident and they end up confessing their feelings - but not before acting like a couple of nervous, awkward idiots {Brooklyn 99 2x23} with james potter! I want it to be fluffy, pls😩🥰 thank you. love u <3

Hi beautiful!! Of course my first request had to be from you💜💜💜

Thank you so much for participating! I'm so happy to start the celebration with your request💕 I had a lot of fun writing this one so I hope you like it!!

Undercover Mission || James Potter x Reader

Summary: An undercover mission for the Order of the Phoenix leads you and James to confront your repressed feelings for each other as you are forced to kiss to keep your covers from being blown.

Warnings: fluff, a little bit of angst, mutual pining, idiots in love, friends to lovers, humor, set after they graduated from Hogwarts

English is not my first language

Word count: 4900

Notes: I based this story on the episode of b99 from which I got the prompt, I hope you don't mind. I just think James and Jake are literally the same person so I couldn’t resist

"Are we sure we have the right guy?" you asked, the boredom and exhaustion clear in your voice. James, Sirius, Marlene and you had spent the last few hours trapped in an old van following a guy under suspicion that he was a Death Eater. Dumbledore believed he was transporting an important package for the Dark Lord and he wanted the Order of the Phoenix to intercept it before it reached its destination, but so far nothing interesting or remotely suspicious had happened.

"If Albus suspects him then there's gotta be a reason," James stated beside you, his eyes glued to the window as he kept an eye on his target. 

"I know, but this dude hasn't done anything since we got here," you complained, letting your head fall back against the seat cushion. "Am I the only one who doesn't understand why he would be in the Muggle world if he wanted to do Death Eater shit? It doesn't make sense."

"Cause we wouldn't expect it," Sirius said from the driver's seat. 

"Or they're planning an attack," Marleen muttered next to him and your heart stopped for a moment. You really hoped things wouldn't escalate to such a level. If they were planning something big you didn't know if the backup would arrive in time to stop them and save the lives of the innocent muggles caught in the line of fire.

"I don't think they are," James said, turning to look at you for a moment. His tone of voice was soft but determined, trying to control the situation and clear those ideas from his friends' minds —especially yours. "Albus would have heard something if that was their plan all along."

The van fell into silence for a few minutes as you waited for something to happen. The soft rock playing on the radio was the only thing that could be heard inside the vehicle, anticipation, fear, boredom and adrenaline a strange mix of feelings that affected the minds of the four young, newly graduated from Hogwarts. You were definitely too young and inexperienced to be participating in secret missions, but someone had to do it. Someone had to stand up and fight for what was right. 

You drove through town for another hour following your target. The sun had already gone down when you parked on a nice, well-lit, but quiet street. Your target entered a restaurant at the end of the street and you let out an exclamation of joy as you finally got out of that old truck for a while to stretch your legs.

"Okay, we'll go in and keep an eye on him I'm case he makes the deal inside. You two stay here and wait for my signal" James instructed his friends as both you and he exited the vehicle. You took a moment to straighten your clothes, wrinkled after so many hours sitting in the car. It wasn't the nicest muggle outfit you had, but luckily the restaurant didn't seem to be too fancy so you'd be fine.

"Do you see him anywhere?" James asked once inside the establishment, scanning the crowded front desk for his target. You gently nudged him in the ribs to shut him up, nodding your head forward. His eyes followed your movement and he then discovered that just a couple of inches away was the man you had been following all day. He spoke to the woman at the front desk and was quickly escorted to a table inside the restaurant, leaving you behind without any visual of what he was doing. 

"What's taking so long?" you complained in a mumble that only James could hear. "He could be making the deal right now."

"Should we use our wands?" suggested James. Using magic was risky, but it would get you a table at the restaurant in a matter of seconds.

"No, I have a better idea." Taking James by the hand, you walked up to the woman at the front desk to ask for a table. She informed you that the place was full and that you would have to wait for a table to clear before you could get in. But that was not an option for you, you had to get in and you had to get in now. So you held onto James' arm and smiling warmly you said, "Oh but we just got engaged and this is where we had our first date, isn't that right sweetie?"

James looked at you with wide eyes, surprised by your words. It took him a few seconds to respond, not because he didn't know what to answer but because he had been stunned to hear you call him by that affectionate nickname. He would be lying if he said he didn't want to hear you call him that for the rest of his life.

"Yes, yes! It was a beautiful night like this one. And special too. When you left the restaurant that night I knew you were the one, I just knew." James played along, wrapping an arm around your waist to pull you close against his body as he spoke, looking at you with a smile on his lips and the distinctive glint of love shining in his eyes. It felt real, too real, so you looked away before losing yourself in his beautiful blue eyes. You were on an important mission and you had to concentrate. "I would have made a reservation but I didn't know if she was gonna say yes." 

"Oh I love how nervous you were!" you exclaimed fondly, playfully tapping his nose and letting out a giggle. "You just had to see him, he was adorable," you added, standing on your tiptoes to reach up to give him a kiss on the cheek. James' heart raced, the blood in his whole body pooling in his cheeks as he struggled not to let his feelings for you show. He'd had a crush on you for a long time —since fifth year to be exact—, but you two had always been such good friends that he'd never gotten around to doing anything about it. He valued your friendship too much to risk losing it. That's why he had to control his heart or the mission wouldn't be the only thing that went wrong.

"You look so sweet together!" the receptionist exclaimed, watching you tenderly. "I'm sure I can find room for two young lovers."

"Yeah.. we are lovers… together... in bed" James muttered awkwardly, struggling to stop his imagination from running wild. He had pictured what his life with you might be like more times than he was proud to admit, but this wasn't the time or place to fantasize about your wedding or think about the name of your future child.

"Okay," you said with a smile, squeezing James' arm to shut him up as you watched the woman disappear inside the restaurant. "Keep it together, Potter. We need that table," you muttered just for him to hear. You knew it was weird for him to be in such an intimate and romantic situation with you. You had been friends for so long that you were pretty sure he saw you as a sister —a thought that made your heart clench painfully in your chest—, but he had to keep his cool for a few more minutes. Once at the table you could drop the act and laugh at how weird it was to imagine being married while keeping your target well guarded. 

However, things proved to be more difficult than that.

The woman returned a few minutes later with a smile on her face. She led you to your table herself, wishing you a lovely evening and a happy marriage before returning to her desk. You barely had time to settle into your seats before the couple seated at the table next to yours showered you with congratulations on your engagement as well. It was an elderly couple who were there celebrating fifty years of marriage, so neither of you had the heart to ignore them.

"So, when did you guys meet?" the man asked you.

"Last year" you said without thinking, your eyes searching the crowd for your target.

"Five years ago" James stated at the same time, his gaze locked on the Death Eater dining alone a couple of tables away. 

The elderly couple looked at you in confusion and you hurried to correct the mistake. "We met five years ago but we don't count that."

"Yeah, I was dating another girl at that time" James noted and technically he wasn't lying. When you met he was in love with Lily Evans and while you never officially dated, he had planned his entire life with her at that time.

"And I wasn't interested in dating," you laughed. "But a year ago we bumped into each other and we haven't been able to separate ever since."

"How sweet!" the woman exclaimed, looking at you fondly. She reminded you of your grandmother in some ways, which only made things weirder. It was hard not to get carried away with the role you were playing when fate seemed to be determined to make you imagine your perfect life at James' side. "How did you know she was the one?" the old lady asked your friend, looking at him expectantly.

James looked at you, panic written all over his face. "I'd love to answer that..." he stammered, trying to buy himself some time to think. He knew exactly how to answer that question, he had a memorized list of the things you did that made him fall in love with you, but he couldn't be honest. If he spoke from the heart he risked being exposed.  "Just whenever I look at her face," he finished, unsure if it was the right thing to say.

"And what about you?" The woman directed her question at you this time.

Your eyes met James' as you contemplated your answer. For a second, you felt as if the world had ceased to exist, the chatter of the people around you getting quieter and quieter until it disappeared altogether. It was just you and him in that restaurant, looking into each other's eyes with an intimacy that felt different. You lost yourself deep in his eyes, looking straight into his soul as your mind went over all the things you adored about him.  

"He makes me laugh" you replied honestly, putting a smile on James' face. 

"And you know, there's really no one else's opinion who I care about more than hers," he added, feeling comfortable and confident enough to open up a bit.

The elderly couple went on to tell you a bit of their life story and as much as you found it adorable, neither of you were able to pay much attention. They could barely remember that they were on a mission, their eyes occasionally traveling to their target to make sure he wasn't doing anything suspicious. You were both too distracted, lost in your own thoughts as you repeated each other's words over and over in your heads. You knew you just were playing roles, but what you had said to each other, the knowing look you had shared, it all felt too real, too sincere. Of course you both dismissed it after spinning it around in your heads for a while, convincing yourselves that you were seeing things where there was nothing because for some reason you were the only two people in the world unable to see that you were in love. 

The moment you were sharing was interrupted when you noticed your target getting up from the table. You kicked James lightly to get his attention, silently motioning for him to look at the Death Eater you were supposed to be watching. Excusing yourselves from the lovely old couple you had been chatting with for the last thirty minutes, you rose from the table and made your way to the back of the restaurant, following in your target's footsteps. 

"Do you think he's going to meet his partner?" you spoke in a whisper so that no one but James would hear you.

"I don't know," he replied.

Just as the words left his lips, the man turned and made direct eye contact with you. Time stopped for a second, panic taking over as you realized you had been discovered. You had no reason to be there and you were pretty sure that the Death Eater had already seen you parked in front of him hours ago. He wasn't stupid, he would be able to put two and two together and then your mission would be ruined at best. At worst, you would have to fight to get the briefcase he was carrying, endangering the lives of many innocent Muggles.

But before the panic could fully take hold of you, you felt James' hands close around your waist. You turned to look at him, but you couldn't do or say anything because suddenly his lips crashed against yours. You didn't even take a second to question what was happening, letting the feeling of euphoria run through your body as you felt the caress of James' lips on yours. You lost yourself in him instantly, in the taste of his mouth, in the warmth of his body against yours, in the delicate way he held you in his arms. You were flying in the sky in complete bliss as you let James guide the kiss, struggling to keep up the peace.

But the moment ended as abruptly as it had begun, leaving you dazed and confused, missing James' lips the second they parted from yours.

"I'm sorry, I just- I didn't know what else to do," he spluttered awkwardly, his thoughts clouded by the scent of your perfume.

"No, it's okay," you hurried to say, struggling to form coherent sentences so as not to let him know how much his kiss had really affected you. "It's all good. We kept our cover intact, good job. Very quick thinking, very professional." You were tense and couldn't look him in the eye when you spoke, but neither could he so neither of you mentioned anything, opting to pretend nothing had happened as you went on with your mission.

"C'mon he's on the move" James announced as he climbed into the van once again. He kept his gaze straight ahead, his body rigid against the seat of the vehicle as if he was afraid to let go and end up accidentally touching you. He needed to keep his distance from you until he recovered his cognitive functions. His brain would never be able to process what had happened if your perfume kept assaulting his nostrils.

"So how was the restaurant?" Marlene asked you to fill the awkward silence that had formed. She could feel the tension in the air, a tension that wasn't there before you guys disappeared behind the restaurant doors. It was different from the tensions she was used to feeling when you and James were together, much more intense, and she couldn't help but wonder what had happened in there.

"Great! It was fine, totally normal and appropriate" you replied suspiciously quickly raising your voice to a higher pitch than usual. If she didn't suspect something had happened before, she definitely did now.

"What happened? Why are you being so weird?" Sirius asked, looking at you curiously through the rearview mirror.

"Y/N and I kissed" James confessed with a sigh, knowing it would be best to be honest with his friends. After all, it hadn't meant anything, had it? There was nothing strange about telling them the truth because you had nothing to hide. Strange would be if you kept it a secret.

"WHAT? Tell me everything!" Marlene exclaimed in a shout of joy, turning to see her friend in the back seat with a big smile on her face. She knew about your crush on James from day one and couldn't believe there was finally a breakthrough in your story. Sometimes Marlene felt like she was more involved in your little secret romance with James than you were yourself.

"Calm down! It was just to keep our cover from being blown, we didn't have a choice" you explained, feeling the blood from all over your body travel to your cheeks.

"Yeah, it didn't mean anything," James added, ignoring the stabbing pain that shot through his heart as he said it. 

"I want details," her friend insisted and you rolled your eyes.

"Marlene, it was just a kiss, okay? It was nothing." Only it hadn't been just a kiss, not to you at least, but you weren't going to admit it in front of everyone —especially not James.

"Yeah, who cares about a kiss? Call me if you grab each other's asses" Sirius interjected from the driver's seat, a mischievous grin plastered on his lips. James reached out from behind his back and smacked him on the shoulder, a silent way of telling his friend that this was not the time for his jokes.

Marlene was going to continue pressing you for more details —you and James kissing was the most interesting thing that had happened to her that day—, but her attention was drawn back to the mission at hand when Sirius alerted you that your target had gotten out of the car and was walking towards a park. He still had the briefcase in his hand, but the streets were deserted which made you think he wasn't going to meet anyone that night, but to leave the package for someone else to pick up.

"Okay, you and Sirius follow him just in case he does meet with someone after this." you instructed Marlene, watching as your target returned to his car, without the briefcase in his hands this time.

"Right! And you and James follow your hearts" your friend replied with a smile.

"No!" you grumbled, giving Marlene a murderous look. "We're gonna stay with the package."

"And each other forever" she insisted and you swore she was doing it on purpose to spite you. You didn't even dignify her comment with a response, opting instead to exit the vehicle and slam the door a little harder than necessary. James followed you, crossing the street beside you to get to the park your target had come from. 

You walked in silence, enjoying the quiet of the night. The place was deserted, something that was both good and bad. On the one hand it was good because if things went wrong at least there were no Muggles around who could get hurt. On the other hand it was bad because you had no way to hide so you wouldn't stand out. When the Death Eaters came to pick up the package they would see you, there was no doubt about that. You realized then that you would have to be quick if you wanted to catch them.

"Why can't we just take the briefcase and go?" James asked as he leaned back against a tree, his back to the bench next to where your target had left the hidden package.

"Because Albus wants to arrest everyone involved in this and for that we need the briefcase to exchange hands, otherwise there's no case." you explained and James grunted, hating having to stand there for who knows how much longer until someone showed up.

Neither of you spoke for a while, the weight of the silence and the tension in the air increasing your nerves. James' mind was riddled with doubts, fearing he had made a mistake by kissing you in the restaurant. You had told him that you understood why he had done it, assuring him that you had no issue with it, but it didn't feel like things were good between you. You were distant and tense, and you could barely look him in the eye. Regret was eating him up inside, knowing it was his fault that you felt uncomfortable around him.

"Hey, seriously, we're cool right?" James broke the silence forcing you to look away from the starry sky to face him.

"Yeah, totally," you nodded with a smile, hoping that was enough to calm him down. "We're fine." If only he knew that the reason for your strange behavior was that you were fighting the urge to take his face in your hands and kiss him one more time....

"Why do they have to schedule their drop off so late? Death Eaters have no respect for Auror's lives and times." James joked in an attempt to lighten the mood. You let out a chuckle and he felt like a weight was lifted from his shoulders. "I'm starving, we barely got to eat at that stupid restaurant."

"I know! Mr. and Mrs. Green were adorable but they couldn't stop talking" you said, remembering the chatty couple. You couldn't have been there more than forty minutes and somehow you knew when and where they had married, how they met, how many children they had and the names of their grandchildren. "I'm craving ice cream as weird as it might be considering how late it is."

"It's not weird at all, you always crave sweets at these hours, that's why you have trouble sleeping."

"You know what I really want to get right now?"

"Cookies and cream?" said James, more as a statement than a question. "It's your favorite, isn't it? Especially for times like this. I'm assuming you already have one in the freezer waiting for you to celebrate."

"Y-yes," you nodded in surprise. You weren't surprised that he knew what your favorite ice cream flavor was —you had been friends for years, that was normal—, you were surprised at how quickly and confidently he had spoken, leaving you no time to say anything before answering for you. He remembered your silly tradition of celebrating the little good things in life with your favorite flavor of ice cream even though it was something you usually did alone. It was a small, insignificant detail, but it made you feel appreciated. He remembered.

"I brought one too if you want to spend the night at my place after this is all over. We can celebrate together." You were going to tell him how much you appreciated his sweet gesture and how he was the one person you wanted to celebrate your victories in life with, but the words died in your throat when you noticed a man approaching the briefcase they had been guarding for the last fifteen minutes.

"James, he's looking at us," you tried to warn him discreetly, but your friend was too distracted rambling on about the different flavors of ice cream and which ones were the best. "Well, this is happening," you murmured, taking James' face in your hands and leaning in to join your lips in a kiss.

You were the one in control this time, dictating the intensity of the kiss, guiding the movements of James' lips on yours. He was too surprised to do more than try to keep up with the pace of your lips. His hands settled on your hips instinctively, pulling you tight against his body as he allowed himself to lose himself in your mouth for a moment. The mission, his doubts, the tension, all was forgotten as he melted under your caresses. 

Though his bliss was cut short when you suddenly pulled away, taking your wand and pointing it at the man who had picked up the briefcase. Reality hit him like a train, his brain working twice as hard to regain its functions so he could end this mission once and for all.

The Death Eater didn't give up without putting up a fight, pulling out his wand and casting spell after spell in your direction as he tried to escape. Neither of you recognized who your attacker was, which frightened you a little because it meant that the Dark Lord had more followers than the Order of the Phoenix expected or even knew about. Still you didn't let that affect you, fighting shoulder to shoulder until you incapacitated your unknown attacker.

"An empty diary?" you said in disbelief as you stared at the mysterious object inside the briefcase you had fought so hard to obtain. "We did all that for an empty diary?"

"It has to be important," James interjected as he used an incantation to restrain the Death Eater's wrists. "They wouldn't do all this for an insignificant empty diary. Albus will know what to do."

“I’m exhausted!” you exclaimed the moment you crossed the entrance threshold of James' house, dropping dramatically onto the couch. It had been a long day, but at least things had turned out well. Both Death Eaters were in custody awaiting trial for their crimes. Thanks to you the army of he who shall not be named had two less soldiers, and as insignificant as it seemed, it was a victory for everyone.

"We can go to sleep if you're tired and leave the ice cream for tomorrow" James said, knowing full well what your response would be.

"Never!" You jumped off the couch, running to the kitchen in search of the ice cream. James let out a laugh, shaking his head as he followed closely behind you. While you took the ice cream out of the freezer he grabbed spoons and a couple of bowls so you could share the frozen dessert without fighting over the pot.

After making a short toast celebrating your victory you engaged in casual conversation while enjoying the ice cream. You didn't even bother to go to the couch, settling into the kitchen without a problem. You sat on the counter next to the sink, swinging your legs playfully as you ate your ice cream. James stood next to you, leaning back on the counter with his body leaning slightly to the side so he could look at you better as you talked. He had a big smile on his face as he listened to you list the reasons why the cookies and cream ice cream was the best of all, completely enamored with the passion with which you addressed such trivial topics as ice cream flavors. 

He loved everything about you, even the things you saw as flaws. There was nothing he wanted more at that moment than to tell you how he felt about you, to hold you in his arms and kiss you until he couldn't feel his lips. But he knew he couldn't -he shouldn't-, your friendship was the most important thing to him and he couldn't lose it for anything in the world.

"I'm sorry for kissing you today," he apologized, breaking the small silence that had formed. "I hope it doesn't make things weird between us."

"Oh no don't worry about it," you downplayed it. "And I'm sorry for kissing you too."

"You know I care about you, right?" James put his empty ice cream bowl on the counter, turning completely around so he could look you in the eyes. You nodded your head slightly, losing yourself in the shine in his eyes. Those damn eyes of his! 

"I value our friendship, what we have is something special and I wouldn't want to see it ruined for a stupid decision I made under pressure." There was truth in his words, but there was also pain. He didn't want to ruin your friendship, but he also didn't want to keep being just your friend. He didn't regret kissing you, at least not entirely. A part of him would always be glad he did because no matter what, now he knew what your lips felt like on his.

"Yeah, I get it... Our friendship is the most important thing to me too," you said, but you couldn't stop your eyes from lowering to James' lips. He was too close to you, you could smell his cologne every time you breathed, feel his body heat tickling your side. You couldn't think straight, only feel the devastating weight of longing to feel his lips on yours. If you concentrated hard enough you could still taste his mouth and feel the ghost of his fingers caressing your hips. 

James didn't miss the way your eyes locked on his lips, unconsciously leaning closer and closer to you. A rebellious hand slid over your leg, caressing your thigh gently. Your gaze returned to his eyes then and James saw in them a special glow he had never noticed in them before. It was desire. You wanted him. You were as desperate to feel your lips together as he was. And now that he knew it, he didn't plan to leave you wanting for another second.

Once again he took it upon himself to close the little distance that separated you, bringing your lips together in a kiss full of desperation and repressed feelings. And even though this was the third time you had been in that situation that day, this time it felt different. This kiss was not the product of an impulsive decision made in the heat of the moment. No, this was a kiss that was long overdue, the product of the conscious decision of two people who had repressed their feelings for too long. And that made it taste that much sweeter, it made everything that much more special.

And as James lost himself in the warmth of your body wrapped around his he knew that things between you would never be the same again, but that was a good thing.

#james potter x reader #james potter x fem reader #james potter fluff #james potter angst #james potter imagine #james potter #harry potter imagines #marauders imagine #ro's 600 followers celebration

[two-raccoons-in-a-trench-coat]

Bleach has sucked me in once more.

And since I can't find the very specific found family trope I want to read about, I decided to write it myself.

Where Gin gets turned into a child and Aizen becomes Rosa from that one B99 episode. ------

Out of all the possible outcomes Aizen had calculated when the Hougyoku had suddenly activated, finding Gin sitting in a pool of his now oversized clothes blinking at him in complete confusion had not been one of them.

Nor for Gin to turn to him and look at him without a single flicker of recognition. Aizen would be impressed by the Hougyoku’s considerable power and thoroughness if it hadn’t happened to Gin.

Oh, he knew the boy was planning on killing him (or at least, attempt to), but the fact that Gin hides it so well… well, it’s impressive. Aizen can really only admire him for it—and after all these long years Aizen really has become quite fond of the boy. A part of him has been dreading the day Gin will turn on him because no matter how fond, Aizen will cut him down without any hesitation if he stands in his way.

But now that calculating look on that grinning face is gone. Almost like he doesn’t know him at all.

How far back did the Hougyoku de-age him? Aizen frowns thoughtfully, thankful that his Espada keep well out of the way of this place unless he summons them here. Gin looked spooked enough as it was.

He kneels down with Gin still half a room away and smiles in that soft, comforting way that used soothe Hinamori-kun, and once upon time, Gin (not that the boy would ever admit to needing comfort).

But the Gin before him now only looks at him dubiously. And remains pointedly silent. Smart boy, even as a flicker of anger licks at Aizen’s heart because someone so young shouldn’t have such hollowed, suspicious look on their face when confronted with nothing more than a smile.

The unfairness of it makes something in his chest bristle.

Soon that unfairness will be confronted, Aizen promises himself (promises Gin, who is still watching him carefully).

“Hello little one,” he says softly, “do you know where you are?”

“No.” Gin cocks his head at him. “Should I?”

Aizen can’t help but smile at the borderline belligerent tone—even small, and alone, and lost somewhere so unfamiliar, it seems Gin will always have that bite to him.

Who taught you that? He wonders. Who wounded you so much that even the slightest hint of kindness inspires such suspicion in you? Because he would dearly like to tear that person apart.

“I suppose not,” he replies mildly. “Would you like me to tell you?”

Gin’s whole posture changes, his reiatsu flaring much like a pup trying to bare its milk teeth; it would be amusing if Aizen knew what had caused such a reaction. He frowns, concern creeping like weeds through his ribcage—his reiatsu is bristling with fear.

“I ain’t suckin’ yer cock. Ain’t nuthin’ ya can tell me that I can’t find out on my own,” Gin snarls at him.

And Aizen—Aizen feels like he’s been punched through the chest, disgust coiling hot and then cold in his stomach as he suddenly understood what made someone so young look at the world with such distrust.

And Aizen doubts that Gin has even hit his thirtieth year (if he were human he would be no older than seven)—the fact that he knows what “sucking a cock” even means… just the thought of it turns Aizen’s stomach.

He wills his reiatsu under control and forces his anger away. Now is not the time to lose his temper. Later. When he has space and Gin is safely tucked away he’ll find a few thousand ants to crush, and maybe a mountain or two.

But now Gin doesn’t need his anger, it would only frighten him—he needs kindness that doesn’t come with strings attached, and most importantly he needs patience.

Aizen breathes out, tucking his anger away as he carefully brushes against Gin’s prickly reiatsu with his own. The boy stills. Aizen knows his own reiatsu is sharp, like touching shattered glass—he can soften it of course, make it warm and soft like he did for Hinamori-kun, but Gin needs to trust him and even for as young as he is, Aizen can’t risk him sensing something off about his reiatsu and trying to flee.

That would only lead to disaster.

So Aizen lets Gin feel him out, lets his young, untrained reiatsu poke at him curiously like he’s trying to find his measure. Clever boy. Aizen hides a smirk, no wonder Gin was hailed as a genius—there were fully grown shinigami who couldn’t use their reiatsu like this.

It was truly remarkable to see it one so young.

“May I know your name, little one?” Aizen tries again.

This time his question isn’t met with a towering wall of suspicion, but Gin’s bare shoulders were still hunched defensively. It was a long moment before he answered.

“Gin,” he said quietly, “Ichimaru Gin.”

“Gin. It’s very nice to meet you. I’m Aizen Souske.” He lets his reiatsu tangle more firmly in Gin’s, allowing the boy to truly feel his intentions when he speaks because if Gin believes nothing else, he needs him to believe this. “And you’re safe here, I promise.”

“I…” Gin looks at him, startled, “believe ya. Why do I believe ya?” He asks almost to himself.

Aizen smiles at him fondly. “You can feel my reiatsu, right? Well, reiatsu can’t lie,” it was why he got so good at masking it, “when you can feel someone’s reiatsu—if you’re good at it—you can feel those persons intentions, whether they’re lying for instance.”

“And ya ain’t…lying?” Gin asks, sounding so painfully hopeful it makes something in Aizen’s chest twinge.

What an odd feeling. He pushes it away with a reassuring smile. “I’m not.”

He watches Gin twitch when he feels the truth of his words resonate through his reiatsu. And it is the truth, untainted by pretty, empty words—he will slaughter anyone, even Tousen, if he dares to lay a hand on Gin with the intent to hurt him.

“And ya’ ain’t gonna ask me too—”

“No.” Anger slams through his reiatsu before he can stop it and Gin whimpers beneath the weight of it (a sound that stabs Aizen through his ribs like a hot blade) before he manages to reign himself in.

“No,” he says more gently, “never. No one will ever ask you for,” he can’t even bring himself to say it, “that.”

And anyone who does won’t live long enough to regret it.

He sees Gin swallow hard, a mixture of hope and fear on his face.

He doesn’t move from his kneeling position as he holds out his hand. “Come Gin, you will never know fear or hunger again.” You will never again suffer under the uncaring cruelty of the Soul Society.

Gin doesn’t move for one long moment, but suddenly his reiatsu is tangling with his as Gin gets shakily to his feet, naked as the day as he was born and reaches for him. Aizen has him in his arms in a flash, Gin’s adult haori wrapped around him like a blanket. He cradles Gin tight against his chest and some distant part of him feels something click into place though he has no name for it or the sudden feeling of rightness that flows through him.

#bleach #sosuke aizen #gin ichimaru

[snezus-christ-risen]

I couldn’t not invite Rosa to the fic reunion party. More B99, another spruced up old fic of yore that I missed and wanted to share here. There is almost male sneezing, and absolutely positively no female sneezing whatsoever unless you want to get gut punched by a former ballerina. 🩰

For their ten year friendaversary, Rosa took Jake to lunch in her car. Lunch was candy and convenience store coffee, so the ride was the real treat. Rosa never let anyone in her car - it was her first car, bought with her own money, so she cherished it even more than her bike. She would probably give Hitchcock a ride down the block before she let Jake in there for one second with his sticky toddler fingers. But today was special, she supposed, so she stocked up on baby wipes and made sure the passenger side seatbelt was still in working order.

"Nothing messy," she instructed him when they got to their favorite corner store. "Or blue."

"You do realize how much that limits my options," Jake said.

"You do realize I've been tolerating you for an entire decade and it can all stop today."

He looked at her like she'd taken his hand and placed it directly on a hot stove top. "Wow, Rosa... that was harsh."

"No blue," she repeated, unwavering.

Of course she wasn't surprised to find some frozen green and purple concoction in her cup holder ten minutes later. Leave it to Mr. Rules-Were-Made-To-Be-Broken to find a loophole. "Looks like someone put Barney in a blender," she deadpanned, eager to get back on the road. Jake had spent an unnecessary amount of time of perusing the candy bars and he didn't even get any.

"It's some crazy grape flavor," he said, after taking a sip and making a face. "Blue is my preference, but... you know."

"If a single drop of that touches any part of this car-"

"Hey, I'll be careful," he said, cutting her off before she could get to the scariest part of the threat. "It's my friendaversary gift to you."

"Wow, not having shit spilled all over my car," she said. "Just what I've always wanted."

She waited for an old couple to shuffle out of harm's way before throwing the car in reverse and pulling out of her parking spot. Jake was struggling to carefully open a pack of powdered donuts and almost dropped them as she turned a corner. Rosa nearly slammed the breaks when she saw them. "I thought I said nothing messy."

"I couldn't remember any rules beyond no blue because I was so devastated!” he exclaimed. "Besides, what's a friendaversary without donuts?"

He offered her one but she batted it away. "Stop saying that word. It's not even a word."

"What, friendaversary?"

Rosa closed her eyes for a moment and took a deep breath. Fortunately they were at a red light. She briefly considered kicking Jake out onto the sidewalk while they were stopped; instead she took a sip of coffee and privately threatened whatever deity or cruel weaver of fate thought it would be hilarious to put her and Jake together in the same realm of existence.

And yet, as irritating as he could be sometimes, she loved the guy. It was like having a dumb brother who teased and irritated the shit out of you but always backed you up; he felt more like a sibling to her than her actual sisters. He probably had no idea, because he still only knew the tip of iceberg when it came to her story after all these years, but theirs was the longest friendship she ever had, by far. Rosa never cared for her peers back in school, never felt like she fit in with her family, but she liked the people she had in her life now. As much as she cherished her lone wolf status, it was nice to know that she had people who had her back. And nobody had her back like Jake.

The thought brought a little smile to her face, one that quickly faded when she heard Jake start to cough and wheeze beside her. When she glanced at him questioningly he had tears in his eyes. There was powdered sugar on his hands and a half a mini donut partially crumbled on his lap.

"Inhaled a piece," he said with a strained cough, sounding slightly panicked. "It's in my lung."

She rolled her eyes. "Drink your ice thing and be careful, drama queen."

He took a long sip, then gave another choking cough into the crook of his arm. A thorough throat clearing seemed to force out the last of the irritation. "All clear," he said. "Order restored."

"Don't dust that off until you get out of the car." She stopped to look at him critically, then bit back a smile. "Your mouth is green."

"Why do you think I buy these things?"

"To ingest enough sugar to sustain a constant state of hyperactivity?"

"Okay, that's one of the reasons," he said, taking another sip. The straw looked like a small, plastic roller coaster; it looped about five times before plunging down into the colorful cup. She could see the blended Barney mixture slosh up and down the inside.

He cleared his throat again and Rosa heard him sniffle. It was just one of those noises to which she was particularly attuned, having heard it so often before. When she glanced at him he was turned towards the car door, his eyes focused out the window. He never told her but she knew he could sometimes help a sneeze along by looking at a light. The sun was particularly bright today, reflecting off the snow along the sidewalks to create a strong glare.

"Oh, another car rule," she said. "No sneezing. Especially not while holding colorful drinks."

Jake regained his focus long enough to look at her in disbelief. He opened his mouth to reply but then he turned away again, closing his eyes tight and pressing his knuckles against his nose. Rosa shook her head, grabbing the cup from his weakening grip and placing it carefully in the cup holder behind her coffee. “Okay, go ahead,” she said, picking up her own cup as she stared ahead. “I’m granting you special permission.”

She sipped her coffee and steered lazily, waiting patiently for Jake to take care of business. When she heard a plastic wrapper crinkling next to her she whipped her head around to glare at him, but he was just sitting there, fiddling with the sun visor. When he saw her looking he flashed her a grin. Rosa was confused, but pleased to see he had tucked the donuts away in his pocket for later. "I thought you had to sneeze," she said.

"It went away.”

"Huh."

Rosa took another pensive sip of coffee as they came up to another traffic light. There must have still been powdered sugar in the air, because out of nowhere her nose began to prickle. She barely had time to register the sensation before it drove out a sneeze so forceful she nearly bumped her forehead against the steering wheel. Something warm pooled near her crotch and for one terrifying moment she thought she may have actually pissed herself, but she was relieved to find it was just some coffee that had spilled from her cup. Relief turned to anger when she realized that Jake was laughing at her.

"Wait, so are you lifting the ban on sneezing?" he asked. "Because I can totally get that other guy back here. And what about the 'no mess' rule? It looks like you spilled a little somethi-"

She dumped her coffee out the window and chucked the empty cup at his head.

#almost male sneezing #from powdered donuts and assisted by the power of the sun #jake didn’t lose that sneeze he straight up banished it #because even though rosa said it was okay he didn’t want to upset her #female sneezing #just one but it’s rosa so 🔥 #these two are so precious I love their friendship #if a cat and a dog became human and then best friends #sneezefic

[lovecolibri]

As someone who ships Buddie like forever but has also observed mostly for 5 years, in regards to FF and even on here, here's what I noticed.

When it came to Anna no one could initially get over her abilism in regards to Christopher and you know what fair because that was hard for me too. I honestly don't think Eddie would have gotten over it either even if she was "so pretty". So initial bias is hard to overcome and I think it translated into FF even to this day. TBH the show and Ryan's acting choices also didn't help endear her or make her more then one dimensional. I mean he'll they had Carla call out Eddie's heart to him before he was even shot. So for me what little was she observing to be like dude your not into her. But also she knows a certain someone very well and sees that certain someone with Eddie all the time you know.

When it comes to Taylor I think initial bias still comes in. I think most people observed her as the petty bitchy best gal pal every gay guy needs. But then they had to put them in a relationship and really ruin her because yes she was toxic to Buck. Of course he wasn't innocent, he self destructed after his boyfriend dumped him, kissed a coworker, invited her to move in. Yes not a good look!! However she was more calculated you know.

Anyways let's just hope everyone treats these actresses nice please!!

I was talking more about seeing posts and stuff here and Twitter, because those comments are still floating around.

Nut yes in regards to fic, Ana in particular was SUCH a blank slate and the little we DID see was her ableism and that breakup with her touching Eddie who is very much in a "this is crossing boundaries, don't touch me" stance so it's easy for fic writers to dial up the drama and make a big, fun, telenovela storyline with her being off the rails, or a more grounded story with her faults dialed up just a bit for the *drama*.

For Tay Kay though it never made sense to me because we DID see exactly who she is on multiple occasions and none of that ever made sense as something Buck would want to pursue after 2x06 (even 2x08 with him complaining to BOBBY of all people?! about how interesting she was has ALWAYS rubbed me the wrong way but I think it's because they didn't quite anticipate how strongly the audience would react to her actions against Bobby so they put in the ending in 2x08 with Ali instead). "petty bitchy best gal pal every gay guy needs" but DOES anyone need that? I've SEEN petty, bitchy best gal pals! Look at Rosa from B99! She was not afraid to call Jake out, but she was never genuinely MEAN about it or specifically tried to hurt him when she called him out as a way to prop herself up. I will NEVER understand fics acting like that woman has ever given a flying fuck about a single person other than herself in order to make her Buck's bestie when the show HAS all these amazing, strong female AND male characters that Buck ALREADY knows, and ALREADY seeks advice from, and who aren't afraid to call him out, but gently and with love and in a way that respects that he struggles with RSD and how that affects how he perceives what people are saying. It's not always done perfectly by his friends and family but it IS always done with love.

As for any of the cast in ANY capacity, there is no need to be rude to any of them, ever? I do NOT like MW, or GW, or AK for personal reasons. And as such, I wipe their existence from my mind, and don't look at what they are doing or saying because I simply do not care. DO NOT bring your drama about a show's choices to the people being paid to act out what they are told to. (You absolutely can and should call out things like, oh IDK, constantly going out for Latina characters while not being Latina, or making/liking homophobic comments etc but those are their personal choices not about the things their characters are doing)

#my sweet nonnie friends #911 #anti ana flores #anti eddieana #anti taylor kelly #anti bucktaylor #for blacklisting purposes #clearing out my inbox #don't judge me some of these are going to be so old...

[winderlylandchime]

2/2Now the heartbreaking Britin scene is up ‘he’s helping him. This is why you need to tell him Brian! Take your own fucking advice, a man needs to know when to ask for help and bro, cancer is one of those times! *pauses tv* wait. Is that Brian’s shirt he’s wearing? *looks at me all sad* is he wearing Brian’s shirt? Please answer me (i tell him yeah) *closes his eyes and takes a deep breath* oh this is going to hurt me. Look at him undressing him and taking care of him. This is killing me. He better be okay! *He is now dead silent, with tears in his eyes watching as Brian talks about Ibiza* i need him to be okay. This is fucking bullshit. Fuck cancer.’ *he is now even more teary eyed as he watches Justin hold Brian and then he just pauses it on them and looks at me* ‘okay this is a seriously sad scene and my heart is breaking right now but also….literally me. Even the white shirt is accurate, just write Team Brian on it and there’s me, hugging Brian as if he’s never done anything wrong in his life’ (this made me laugh so hard btw because he’s actually right. Hes even wearing the shirt now. It is the most accurate representation he couldve thought of) ‘i get Michael wants to respect his wishes but Justin is right, he’s his partner. That’s different. They live together…wait do they? Where the fuck does Justin live? Anyway, theyre together 24/7, he is seeing a different side of Brian than Mike. So like if Mike wants to be quiet and honor his wishes, okay but Justin should tell him’ ‘EMMETT AND CARL! I like this. Come on Carl, go to Deb and make up for whatever you did that pissed me off and i forgot about already’ and we are at that scene of Mikey and Brian ‘i wish this was Brian and Justin instead. Of course he will be at the premiere as Justins plus one. Idiot. I love Brian so much but dude, why would Brian’s footprints be at the theater when its you and Justin that made Rage (michael starts crying about Brian and tells him he knows) what the fuck is going on? NO. DUDE. WHAT WAS ALL THAT BULLSHIT ABOUT HONORING HIS WISHES BEFORE? YOU FUCKING TRAITOR. YOU DUMBASS! YOU FUCKING MORONIC IDIOT. I GET HES SAD AND SCARED BUT FUCKING MORON. HE WAS ALL HIGH AND MIGHTY AND NOW HE PULLS THIS SHIT. (He tells justin knows) *pauses tv and takes a deep breath and looks at me* Remember how that one time dad said that if he wanted to kill himself he would just jump from my confidence to my IQ? Yeah, i feel the same way about Mike right now *presses play* Oh Brian is pissed. Why does he look pissed about Justin knowing but not Michael?’ ‘oh poor debbie. Poor carl. Im glad she has him right now. Bless Emmett for doing this. Now give me Brian and Justin because i am afraid and i have a bad feeling’ and we are the Britin scene ‘fuck, Brian is angry. Now see if Mike didn’t ruin everything, I could’ve gotten Brian and Justin cuddling on the couch, watching movies. Fuck that fucker. (brian says “my boyfriend has cancer”) *pauses tv before the outburst* awwwwww he called himself his boyfriend! I KNEW HE WOULD GET THERE EVENTUALLY! MY BABIES ARE BOYFRIENDS *presses play and brian goes crazy* what no, thats not how it was supposed to go? WHERE WAS THIS ENERGY TOWARDS MIKE?! WHAT DO YOU MEAN NOT ANYMORE? WHAT THE FUCK JUST HAPPENED?’ *his jaw is basically on the floor and he’s just staring at the credits roll* what in the actual fuck just happened? Did they break up? Why wasn’t he like this towards Mike? Fuck Mike. I hate Mike. *puts his hands up and shrugs and then like moves them all over the place and then looks at me* who wrote this show? (Me: umm well technically these two guys Ron and Dan) well in that case: fuck Ron and fuck Dan. Fucking assholes.’ He then got up and went outside and the last thing i heard was ‘mom? I gotta talk to you about some bullshit and don’t interrupt me because i am in PAAAAAIIIINNNNN’ *said as holt in that one b99 episode*

Is that Brian’s shirt he’s wearing? *looks at me all sad* is he wearing Brian’s shirt? Please answer me (i tell him yeah) *closes his eyes and takes a deep breath* oh this is going to hurt me.

This is the correct reaction to clothes sharing.

okay this is a seriously sad scene and my heart is breaking right now but also….literally me. Even the white shirt is accurate, just write Team Brian on it and there’s me, hugging Brian as if he’s never done anything wrong in his life’ (this made me laugh so hard btw because he’s actually right. Hes even wearing the shirt now. It is the most accurate representation he couldve thought of)

OMG I LOVE YOUR BROTHER ANON!!!

Where the fuck does Justin live? <- this is only important because of the last Britin scene in s4. But yeah Justin is living with Daphne right now.

Remember how that one time dad said that if he wanted to kill himself he would just jump from my confidence to my IQ? Yeah, i feel the same way about Mike right now

This is the correct reaction to Mikey being all like "respect his wishes" and then "tell him the moment I have a chance" during this arc.

(brian says “my boyfriend has cancer”) *pauses tv before the outburst* awwwwww he called himself his boyfriend! I KNEW HE WOULD GET THERE EVENTUALLY! MY BABIES ARE BOYFRIENDS *presses play and brian goes crazy* what no, thats not how it was supposed to go?

Um, yeah, the whiplash of this scene is so extreme! From boyfriend to violence in a moment.

well in that case: fuck Ron and fuck Dan. Fucking assholes <- this should be his next t shirt.

PAAAAAIIIINNNNN’ *said as holt in that one b99 episode*

Oh yes, the accuracy.

#ask winderlylandchime #dear sweet anon #queer as folk #a straight man watches qaf us 2000 in the year of our lord 2023

[safetycar-restart]

Hello its 🌛 and I need to ask, who do we think would be nicest to share a bubble bath with? Who would love if you washed his hair (as charles boyle from b99 says, the most exotic thing you can do for your partner) ??? Who loves soapy handjobs 😔✌

This is the perfect ask to kick off soft vibes night with! Such a good question!! I’m gonna write a little bit about a few different drivers here :))

CHARLES:

Of course he loves bubble baths! He loves to be pampered so it’s perfect. The only way to make a bubble bath better is if you join him in the bath?

Bubble baths with Charles can take two forms. Firstly, it can be sweet and soft, with Charles leaning against your chest and getting kisses and cuddles and taking turns washing each other. That’s often what you’ll do as a form of aftercare, and it’s very soft snd sweet, with neither of you saying much, just enjoying each other. The second type is a little more chaotic, where Charles and you sit facing each other, blow bubbles in each other’s faces, joking and laughing and just having a fun time.

Of course he loves soapy handjobs!! You always say to yourself that you won’t give Charles a handjob in the bath this time, that you won’t give into his little whines and puppy eyes and hard cock. But you always give in. You always end up giving him one because his moans are just too pretty.

LEWIS:

Honestly I think Lewis loves being taken care of? As we’ve said, Lewis sees submission more mentally than physically, so he loves baths because you can wash him. Showers are nice for that too, but being able to sit down and lean back against you and feel your breath against his neck makes a bath so much nicer.

And the absolute best is when you dry him afterwards? There’s nothing that makes Lewis feel more loved than that.

SEBASTIAN:

Seb loves feeling connected to you? He loves non-sexual intimacy so fucking much.

He’s hesitant to ask for it, because he doesn’t know if you’ll be okay with him encroaching on private time? Like to seb, baths are supposed to be sweet, relaxing, quiet time snd he uses that time to recharge.

He would love to have you join him for baths. But he’s not sure you’d be comfortable with it. Until one day he finally works up the courage and when you agree, he’s so fucking excited and it becomes a normal thing.

MAX:

I think max loves when you run him a bath? Not necessarily when you join him, but just when you run him a bath?

He feels so special snd so loved to know that you’ve taken the time to do that for him. You always light some nice candles and sometimes even use some rose petals because you really want him to feel special.

He always takes his time in the bath, enjoying it and relaxing and when he comes out, he’s soft snd warm and smells so sweet and happily asks for cuddles.

#soft soft vibes #sub!charles #nsfw. #cl #lh #sv #mv #gn!reader #🌛

[noroi1000]

Hey hey, can I please have a JJK matchup? (With a nsfw headcanon if it's ok)

I'm an intp, pansexual and genderfluid, also Brazilian, just proud yk (Go mostly by she/her he/him). I'm around 5'0, I have curly/wavy brown hair (short), hooded green eyes, I have really big thighs and uh breasts? I'm really pale, not really skinny, but not chubby yk? I don't really know my aesthetic, but people would call it "rockstar girlfriend".

I'm terrible at showing emotions (alexithymia 😭😭), an ambivert it depends on my mood, VERY impulsive, laugh easily, but I also cry easily, moody, kinda stubborn, kind, all about taking care of people I love, my friends say I'm funny and scary? HWIAKAKSJAI. Kinda a mom friend, cuz...mommy issues, anyways, I have quality time and acts of service as my love languages, really touch starved, so I get really touchy sometimes, also love giving gifts.

I love art, like all kinds, but music, bruh!!! I love singing, writing songs whatever. I'm obsessed with Greek mythology, I write about almost all the myths I find, cinema is also a big passion of mine, wanted to be an actor or a filmmaker, thrillers and slashers are my favorites definitely, love horses twas random, but it's true, I love twd, b99, rdr2 and some other things.

My best friend means the world to me, and I really value friendship, I don't have a big friend group, but I love them fr.

I hope you have the information you need, and I'm sorry about my grammar, English is not my first language. 🛐🛐

I think your Jujutsu kaisen matchup is

I guess everyone can say that he looks like a very tired person. Life isn't perfect for him, but he certainly doesn't complain about anything.

He has a family around him that he loves. All his relatives are the most important to him.

He will take care of them as much as possible. After all, apart from them, there are no other people who will like and love him. He will do what someone asks him to do. But of course he has his own mind and will not do anything that would have a bad effect on his loved ones.

He is and will always be the older brother, therefore he is very protective. He may even neglect himself sometimes just to get something better for others.

He would never do anything selflessly for people who can make someone suffer.

He does not hold a grudge against people, so he believes that they can do whatever they want. He doesn't care. For him, only his relatives are important.

He has a really terrible sense of humor. Something is funny to him, he'll laugh, but his face is mostly serious.

He is also terrible in feelings. He often has the same expression on his face. When it comes to showing emotions, these emotions must be strong enough to break through the barrier of indifference.

He is sad, happy or angry, he will show it the moment these emotions reach the upper limit of his heart. Then he will no longer hold back.

He cries in sorrow as well as in happiness. However, this is something that can only be observed when he is with his loved ones. If that's the case for them. Same thing with a smile.

He has a really big heart for the people he loves.

He loves his family the most. It's his world, and nothing can take him away from it. He will stay alone as long as he can. For everyone he loves, he will be there whenever and wherever they need him.

Headcanon:

• He hates nothing more than having someone hurt his loved ones. After all, no one has the right to do this. For him, he is the kind of person who has to take care of everyone. Everyone lives for everyone. He is always stubborn when it comes to something dangerous. At all costs, he would not allow anything to hurt any of them.

• If you don't want to, you don't have to show him that you love him often. After all, if he knew it once, you don't have to explain it to him a second time. It was enough for him once. And then it's important that you show it to him somehow. Little gestures are enough.

• He doesn't know much about it because he focused on giving love and safety to his siblings, but he wasn't used to having someone else give him a lot of himself. He gives everything for someone. For you. For everyone he loves, but no one cares for him as much as he cares for someone. As the oldest of all, he knew he had to give himself to others and not expect much in return.

Therefore, as soon as you start to care for him as much as he cares for you, he will be surprised. The hands that nurture him. The words he hears. He then knows that nothing has been wasted. That he didn't do anything wrong. That you love him as he is. Even though he may scare you.

• Something he never wanted was rejection and loss. That is why he was very happy that he did not lose anything but gained. Someone he cares about. Someone who even cared for him. You were a person to him who was as close as anyone else. You give him something he needs. Love and care for him.

• You can give him anything. Every thing from you is the most wonderful gift for him. He sees the most in the little things. It doesn't even have to be a thing. It could be anything. Devotion, being with him still. This is the best gift for him.

He will give you the same.

• Acts of service are what is your main language. Well, he's shy. He's not used to romantic feelings. Therefore, it is easier for him to show that he loves you than to tell.

• He will support whatever you want. (It is important that it is not dangerous for you)

• It will blush so much whenever you call it a sweet name. Or you even joke that he cares about you like he was your mom/dad. One might even get the impression that his face is steaming from the heat that emanates from his skin.

• Surprisingly, he takes your stubbornness very well. And whatever you do. Everything calmly or even with a smile. It's cute for him if you're doing something you've never done before. He then feels like he is spending time with your little version. Because it is difficult to throw him off balance in such a situation.

• He is a jealous person, so he will hold you, hug you, or do anything to know that you are with him.

• Do what you want with him. No matter what. Even anything related to art. He won't forbid you to do this, and he won't run away if you ask him. Same with something you want to do with him. He will not deny you this.

• He remembers everything 💕

"I made a bath for you. Just how you like it. And also dinner. I have prepared everything you can like. And I know you'll like it. And me too."

NSFW: • When there is no one to suddenly come in, he becomes more different. As if it wasn't him. Smile on your face, hands gliding irritatingly over your skin. Mouth quickly doing everything it can. So firmly, but certainly not brutally. He remembers everything. And that also includes remembering every tender point on your body. Anything that makes you squirm with pleasure. He is the one who is more dominant than submissive, but you are equal. Unless you want otherwise. Body worship. He would do anything to make you feel good and moan for him in pleasure. Tears of pleasure are welcome. Grabbing his hair and leaving marks on his body too.

#jjk headcanons #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk x you #jujutsu kaisen matchups #anime matchup #choso x y/n #choso fluff #choso kamo #jujustu kaisen

[grapecaseschoices]

For the bff asks: 3, 6 and 23 for Val? And 11 and 20 for Kendis? No pressure, of course. I'm just very curious about the friendships for everyone's ocs, as the romance paths often get more attention

@serenpedac thanks for the ask hun!

val

3. Which iconic bff duo are they?

felix: i am having trouble of thinking of a pair that could just carry that MAYHEM. lilo and stitch?

tina: these two are chaotic too, but it’s less !!! in a sense. and more borne of years -- they don’t always GET each other (tina is infinitely more sensitive than val and doesn’t always get val’s awkward humor) but when they do? wow! (i vary with how close i have, they werent terribly so in my first pt, but on my second im leaning toward the direction of close and growing closer). 

i can’t quite think of an “iconic” dynamic that fits that exactly. maybe jake and rosa from b99? (though tina is no rosa ertew lmao)

6. What was their first impressions of each other?

I’m goin solely with Felix and Val. We know Felix was open to flirt and looking to make a friend. Val thought Felix was hot and had fun energy, but they were also wary/a bit sus because the team was related to Rebecca and stepping on their insecurities toes.

23. Why are they bffs?

tina: proximity lmao. and tina’s relentlessness. but mostly because i see them as the type of ‘when they’re good, they’re very very good’. they’re both passionate about their work/they care about justice, they both enjoy having fun, they’re both short. there was no other choice but bonding. 

felix: they can match each other’s energy. val is going to show felix a whole new world (physically .... activities-wise, get your mind out the gutter). and felix is gonna show val much needed emotional / encouraging support (and adam insight). val also doesn’t have a lot of people that -- i dont know how to describe it, but that’s THEIRS. on their corner, and that discovery will be a lot. so im looking forward to felix havig that at their back, because i can see val being protective.  a mixture of pitbull and awkwardly supportive

kendis

11. What is their name in the phone contacts of each other’s phone?

adam: strangely enough kendis doesn’t often do silly contact names. he was probably just variations of his name. but he was very likely ‘commanding agent dukie man’ once. and ‘adam 🙄’ . these days, as the fondess grows, he’s probably occasionally ‘buttface ❤️’ but she changes it in front of him and shows him when he’s being Most. 

kendis is ‘most cherished detective’ ONLY BECAUSE farah had made it ‘my favorite detective’, and adam was gonna change that nonsense but he saw that kendis was lowkey touched, so he made it more his style. they don’t know he’s changed it to THAT, he’s saving it for maximum damage, possibly. 

verda: they’re ‘sci guy’ on each other phones. it’s a dad joke gone wrong, thanks verda. 

20. Which song do they both vibe on together?

verda: probably she blinded me with science by thomas dolby. it probably started as kendis being a brat (thinking they're funny) (("science!!!!")) and evolved into a thing -- their thing. (tina vibes too, can't leave their third out, but they get a kick out of it more)

adam: how to be a heartbreaker by marina.  is lizzo out when the books are? what year is it in wayhaven book 3? probably something peppy and energetic when adam tortures trains the detective. i can see clearly now by jimmy cliff or eye of the tiger by gloria gaynor.

#serendepac #twc detective #and i completely agree with you. i definitely want (deeply desire?) to hear more about the potential bff routes #oc: val montemer #twc: kendis crawford louel #also not that tina isn't a close friend for kendis. they and verda just click #kendis and the queer old men brigaide #while val felix and tina is adam's worst nightmare (best dreams? as it's two of his favorite people happy? strange fella that one) come to #life #twc #grapecase answers #kendis and adam #val and felix #all songs listed under adam are actually under an old kendis playlist #*at me if you do this please! #headcanoning was fun #headcanons

[cryptids]

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Honestly I find the '2022 Riddler is alt right/a white supremacist' interpretation really frustrating not only because he genuinely just isn't one, but it's also lacking in any critical analysis of the source media itself.

Despite being given extensive explanations of his motivations and beliefs, nowhere in the movie, the novel or even the deleted scenes does he say anything at all about race, nationalism or any other alt right/fascist belief (and I am including dogwhistles too) these are a very distinct ideology. If it was there it would be identifiable, and its just not.

I shouldn't really have to explain his motivations bc like I said they're explained at length... but he's targeting wealthy and politically powerful people in Gotham, most of all those with links to Falcone and the mafia, because he blames them for the suffering he went through as a child after they stole the renewal money, and he wants revenge for it. In his view its more than just the faults of a few bad people though, he believes the system itself is corrupt and designed to keep those people in power while everyone else is pushed further into poverty, and that its beyond ‘fixing’ and the only real option is to destroy it outright. And these are very obviously radical leftist and Marxist beliefs.

The first point of confusion imo is the way that his online following is reminiscent of how the alt right use the internet to recruit angry and socially outcast white men, since the one follower we saw unmasked was another white man. While this isn't exactly the same situation (it's ignoring the fact that they're angry about completely different things? Being a nazi or believing in racist conspiracy theories is a pretty far cry from being justifiably angry about very real government corruption that we know for a fact was actually happening), I DO believe however that it was an intentional choice to give him followers and depict them this way, rather than just giving him regular henchmen, and I'll get to that.

The second of course is his attempt to kill Bella Reál, who is different from his other victims because she's progressive and a good person, as well as a black woman (the other 5 of his targets all being white men). But in the video to his followers he explains that his motivation for targeting her is because he believes she's the same as every other politician, and because she was just elected he wants to use the spectacle to make a statement. Like I said before he considers politicians all equally complicit, and he thinks it's just "more lies" when she says she genuinely wants to do better. He is wrong about her of course, but I'm just talking about his motivations here. The guy that Selina had on the roof (I forgot his name lmao) said that the election was a joke and it wouldn't have mattered who won because everyone is being controlled by the mafia anyway, and that's fully what Riddler believes to be true.

But what I really want people to stop and think about is why this movie has a "good politician" character in the first place. And I love Gordon, but he is there to be a "good cop" for the same reason, and its deliberate that they are both poc. I think if you understand why a character like Holt from B99 is designed to be copaganda, you'll be able to see what I'm getting at here.

Superhero movies as a genre are absolutely full of very thinly veiled military and police propaganda and really have been for a long time now. As much as I enjoy 2022 Batman it really is no exception. I think it does a bit better than most... it surprises me they'd go as far as depicting the majority of politicians as unambiguously corrupt, though if course they still had to add a little "not ALL of them though, there's still some politicians who are good and trustworthy" in there through Bella's character.

This is also why so many superhero movies feature storylines where the villain is the person who is trying to drastically change society in some way (they will often have leftist motivations mixed in with with actions that are scary and bad, which is deliberate to make radical leftism look scary and bad, and I would not be surprised if that's what they were doing with depicting his followers in a way that would immediately bring alt right internet groups to mind in the audience) meanwhile the heroes fight to keep everything the same as it already is. Because the police and the military do that too, their function in society is to protect the existing social order.

And I mean.... Bruce.... I love him very much, but the hero in this story who we're supposed to root for to stop Riddler's violent anticapitalist revolt is literally a billionaire. Do I really need to say more lmao.

Now I know I need to add a disclaimer before I get accused of doing this, but I am NOT saying Riddler's actions were justified in any way at all, or that anyone has to be sympathetic to him. He's a serial killer and a terrorist lmao. My points are just to stop conflating any kind of violence carried out with political motivations as being the same as the alt right's as if it's all interchangeable (also think about who it benefits when we do that), and we need to go beyond just arguing about fictional characters as if they're people and be more critical of the media itself and why these characters and stories are being written and portrayed the way they are in the first place.

#🐊 #dc #(tagging mostly for people who blacklist) #long post #this is VERY long I'm sorry lmao.... #i tried to cut it down but i couldnt without getting rid of anything i knew id immediately get an anon asking me to clarify #turning reblogs off bc I had to get this off my chest but im also not interested in starting discourse #racism tw

[angsthology]

“how long have i been doing that?” — or an alt title: roo and her gridad

how many times has she said that unconsciously?

a/n hihi this was cute i love them so much <3 based on another request (from way long ago) but here it is!! some bits inspired that one b99 cold open u know which one

THE KANGAROO(KIE) VS. THE WORLD

the first time it happened was after a meeting at the end of the day with all the drivers present.

everyone was out of their minds tired with every passing second they only hope and pray they can go back to their beds and pass out.

when they were all dismissed, despite all eager to go back to their respective residences, they were all too lazy to get up and leave—opting to slouch further into their seats for a good few more minutes.

the woman was the first to get up lazily, not realizing she had dropped her team cap onto the floor.

luckily, fernando was sat next to her and had grabbed the cap off the floor. he called her back—he didn’t have to scream, thankfully, she was walking so slowly—to hand the cap over to her.

she turned around and squint at him, hands going to the top of her head to only find her hair.

walking back (still very much slowly and low-energied), she grabbed the cap off his hands and walked back towards the door.

“thanks, dad.” she said unconsciously.

before anyone could react to her she was already out of the room leaving the entire room wide awake now.

said man just shrugged and go back to slumping in his seat, “better than grandpa.”

the second time, everyone was fully awake and aware of their surroundings.

it was during a red flag and the girl had been so bored she pulled out her guitar and started to play in front of the entire paddock—well, it wasn’t exactly the original plan but everyone—the entire aston martin team mostly—somehow found themselves gathered in the front of her motorhome.

of course, you could barely hear anything from the far back but apparently the fear of missing out were stronger.

when she finished her small concert, everyone cheered and (unfortunately) went back to their jobs in their respective motorhomes leaving only her own team and a few drivers.

those drivers being: her teammate, charles leclerc, fernando alonso, and daniel ricciardo. they all approached her and praised her performance.

“you have to teach me someday!” said the oldest out of the five.

she chuckled, “sure, pop.”

it seems like every time she does that (which, honestly, not a lot of times yet) it puts everyone in shock.

whilst everyone was in statue mode (excluding zhou who was holding in his laughter), the girl—who, by the way, was still oblivious to what she just did and of the catatonic state the three drivers in front of her were in—moved her attention away when something else caught her eye.

“is that luis guzmán?” she asked no one, completely forgetting about her four co-workers in front of her. she ran over said (alleged) man, her voice getting further, “i loved you in imdb!”

when she was no longer there, the three previously catatonic drivers snapped out of it and only now noticing that zhou was gone too.

fernando was still unbothered, just a little shocked is all, but her shrugged it off and walked back to his own motorhome leaving only the ferrari and mclaren driver on their own.

the two looked at each other recalling what just happened as if they were the only two who realized and remembered what just happened.

“i—” charles started but the words died in his tongue, his hand then went over his face in thought.

after a couple of more seconds of silence, daniel put his hands up, “i’m leavin’.” with that, the papaya driver left leaving the confused monégasque by himself.

but when the australian left, charles snapped out of his thoughts seeing he was alone in a foreign motorhome. he then accidentally made eye contact with one of the porsche team member, giving them an awkward smile he then sprinted back to his motorhome.

the third time it happened didn’t happen by her terms, really; it just… happened

she was just arriving in the grid, smiling and waving prettily at the cameras when shockwaves were sent through her body the moment, she felt someone appearing beside her.

no warning, no signs, the person yelled in her ear, “you got a tattoo?!”

of course, in typical roo fashion she screamed on the top of her lungs in shock before giving the older man a death glare. she then turned back to continue walking to her hospitality as the man in green trailed behind her closely.

“i did,” she said begrudgingly, pushing up her sunglasses on the bridge of her nose, then continuing, a drip of aggression still evident in her voice, “how’d you even know anyway.”

“tiktok.”

she groaned, rolling her eyes, “of course.” she grumbled.

they continue to walk in silence.

(fernando could feel the morning aggression seething out of her, so he chose the safe option and wait for her to at least cool off.)

after a while of nando just following closely behind her, she turned off her phone when she can see the alfa romeo hospitality in her eyesight. then she remembered, looking to her back she sees that the aston martin rookie still following her.

“why are you still here?” she stopped right in front of her team’s hospitality, looking at him a bit confused. she didn’t want to seem rude but her tone always did come out a bit… teenager-y.

he jutted his bottom lip forward in thought, hands behind his back, and feet tip-toeing up and down like a teenager asking for something.

“…can i at least know what it is?”

she sighed, pocketing her phone and removing her jacket, revealing her sleeveless shirt and the flower in black ink on her left arm.

the man looks at it for a short moment, tilting his head once then released a breath, his eyes softening.

“is this… a daisy?”

she shrugged, “yeah. are you satisfied?”

the man paused, calculating his next words carefully, rubbing his chin. the porsche driver just stared at him expectantly, eyebrows raised in impatience.

he motioned his hand out to her, “do you—” he paused, hand going back to rub the stubble on his chin, “are you—”

“spit it out, old man.”

“are you in love with daisy-mae or something?”

she paused, looking at him with an unreadable expression. then inhaling as if to say something but halted.

she threw her hands in exasperation, “get off social media. i beg.”

she then was quickly back on her feet again, walking into her hospitality with fernando following behind her quickly—the workers there not batting an eye at the green shirt entering foreign lands.

“wha— it’s alright, niña, there’s nothing wrong with liking girls!”

roo never turned around so quickly in her life, fernando swore he could feel the wind knocking him off-balance.

“dad!” she yelled, her eyes bulged out of their sockets the moment she heart what came out of her mouth, “DAD?!” her face mortified.

sensing her confusion, the man lift his shoulders brushing it off, “it’s fine, you’ve been doing that for some time.”

“I HAVE?!”

he motioned a confirmation.

jaw slacked, still in shock, the spaniard rests both his hands on each of her shoulders and guide her back to her original destination (her driver’s room, he assumed).

“it’s okay, niña.” he said as the walked in a mid-pace, “now, let’s talk about that tattoo of yours.”

that weekend, the girl had finished the race with a satisfying position for her, it wasn’t quite podium but she got the points she needed.

when she jumped out of her car, she didn’t expect to be tackled in a hug so quickly.

“THAT’S P5, NIÑA, WELL DONE!”

she couldn’t help but smile at how enthusiastic the man was at her finish, she hugged back—tears threatened to spill from her eyes but she kept her control—with an equal amount of happiness.

the girl didn’t say anything until she felt another pair of arms join in on the hug.

when she looked up, she was met with the honey badger himself. she tilted her head in his direction in confusion.

“i don’t know what’s goin’ on but i like hugs!” he yelled through his helmet.

next thing they knew, the three were locked in a huddle and jumping in circles.

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selvnika OMGGGGGGGGG

te1enoviyuh selvnika i know your intentions and just by that im leaving you in a foreign country

selvnika te1enoviyuh my father will hear about this

te1enoviyuh selvnika and he will agree with me

siriuslyricciardo their entire friendship only being nika threatening to pull her dad’s sponsor and roo saying he likes her better 💀

h44milton roo casually hanging out with her dad and... and lance is there

vettelperalta h44milton he wanted his son and his daughter to bond

te1enoviyuh h44milton he was just there when i arrived

fernandoalo_oficial Don’t forget to practice your swing and aim, Kids! 👍🏼

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sunnyodas please tell me she was bad at this i cant keep being reminded of how bad i am at living

strollonso18 babe wake up content arrived

icekkonens im trying to imagine a conversatiob between roo and lance so hard rn 💀

sargeantfitzamobi icekkonens theyd prob just talk about nando 😭

dunphyrrari do u guys think at one point he says some shit like “you kids keep me young”

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[borathae]

↳ Index [Chapter 36 - Effugium]

• Effugium (Latin, escape)

Pairing: Yoongi x f.Reader, Taehyung x f.Reader

Warnings: soft & cute moments which make you cry in SOFT, Yoongi being a secret softie & lover for head pets, lowkey he is the one i said what i said, then everything does a 180 and your heart is being ripped out of your body and stomped on, jealousy, overwhelming fear of being abandoned, forced blood drinking, regret, there is one person in this chapter I want to protect :(

Wordcount: 11k

a/n: *in the voice of b99’s captain ray holt* pain

You were alone in the estate. Yoongi left after cleaning up and telling you to finish your breakfast to stay strong. He and Jungkook needed to get breakfast too, so he told you before disappearing out of the door and into the cold winter air with Jungkook following close by.

So once you finished your breakfast and put on warmer clothes (Yoongi gave you one of his jumpers), you decided to finally begin the endless task of cleaning Namjoon’s library. He won’t need it anymore and you did not want to let all those old books go to waste.

You started upstairs, climbing the golden winding stairs before wandering through the endless labyrinth of bookshelves. For a moment you had just stood by the golden railing and stared at the endless room as well. It was truly an impressive book collection, especially to such a big book nerd such as you.

You had just stored away the last of your cleaned books when Yoongi appears in the library, dressed in new clothes because the others became dirty in his’ and Jungkook's hunt. Of course you neither hear nor see him at first, colliding with his chest as you turn around to go to the next shelf.

“Jesus christ!” you squeak, stumbling back.

Yoongi catches you with a firm grip on your upper arms, “careful.”

“Yoongi! What did I tell you about scaring me? It’s not funny”, you whine.

“Again, it kind of is”, he answers you, earning himself a gentle nudge to his chest.

“I swear to god, one day I am going to accidentally uppercut you and it’ll be all on you.”

He scoffs, “I’d love to see you try. Your uppercut is weak.”

“Thanks”, you pout.

His features soften, his big hand rests itself on your cheek and his thumb caresses your skin. It makes butterflies dance in your stomach.

"The jumper fits you really well", he says softly.

"You think so? I like it a lot, it’s really warm", you say, smoothing it out in the front. 

"Mhm. You can have it if you want to", he offers, playing with the fluffy fabric mindlessly. The touch feels so very nice to receive.

“What?” you gasp, “no, I don’t want to steal your clothes.”

He shows you a tiny smile, “you’re not, it fits you so much better than me either way.”

“God Yoongi”, you murmur, feeling shy most ardently.

He strokes his palm up and down your upper arm, "you smell happy”, he observes, “do you like this room?”

“Yes”, you say, flustering even more. It will always fluster you when Yoongi points out that he can smell your happiness. It feels so intimate and special, like you are sharing something deeply personal with him.

“Do you want to have it?” he asks. 

“Uhm…”

“Yes?”

You lower your gaze, “maybe.”

“Well, then it’s yours", he says and places a delicate key into your palm.

He handed you the library keys. You lift your head to stare into his eyes in surprise. 

Yoongi tilts his head to the side and smiles with his eyes, “stop looking like that, princess.”

“Like what?”

“Just…so…” he whispers and outlines the paths of your nose with tender fingers, “…so pretty.”

“Oh my god Yoongi”, you murmur, lowering your head. Your cheeks feel like they are on fire, “what’s gotten into you?”

“I don’t know”, he shrugs his shoulders and pulls his hand away to hide it in the sleeve of his turtleneck instead, “the hunt was good. Jungkook only ripped through six deer and one rabbit. He is making progress each day.”

“Uhm”, you clear your throat, “that sounds good. I’m proud of him.”

“Yes, I’m proud of him too”, he says and smiles softly, “I told him that I am and he smiled.”

You know that Yoongi only tells you that little fact because he wants to make sure that you know about him giving Jungkook compliments and maybe because of it, think that Yoongi is a sweet guy.

“I’m happy he did”, you lower your eyes in shyness, “you’re sweet.”

He makes a soft sound and runs his hands down your cheeks again. It is as if your face was a new obsession of his’. Then he runs them down your neck and shoulders until finally resting them around your wrists. Softly and without applying any kind of pressure.

Truly it flusters you like nothing else.

“Do you need my help, princess? I'm entirely yours for the rest of the evening so tell me what I can do for you” he tells you.

“Uhm…I don’t know…”

“There must be something I can do. Shall I prepare you food? Or some tea with biscuits?” he smiles, “I know a very delicious recipe for sugar cookies, I’m sure you would love them. I can bake them right now, it’ll only take thirty minutes”, he adds in the softest voices ever, like he wanted to comfort you with just the sound of it.

“Ha”, you cough to cover up a flustered laugh, “n-no I’m alright. I still have my oolong”, you stutter, pointing at the porcelain tea set you had placed on a little table, “I prepared scones to it”, you add in a whisper, staring at the side of his face.

Yoongi follows your line of sight before he nods his head in understanding. He looks so calm today. Calm and relaxed and most definitely….pretty. His features look so soft, so pretty, so gentle.

“I see you came prepared”, he says and smiles, “are you cleaning out that dusty place?”

He is being touchy, wants to help and now he is interested in what you were doing. Oh, if you only had known sooner just how lovely he can be.

“Yes, it’s really dirty and I like cleaning and books, so it’s a nice spare time activity for me.”

“Mhm”, he hums in understanding, “are you happy?”

“Yes, of course, uhm”, you lower your gaze, “I told you I am”, you whisper.

“I just like to hear it.”

Yoongi fishes for your hand then and holds it gently. His thumb runs over your knuckles. His fingertips are warm from the fresh blood sustaining him.

“Tell me what to do.”

“Gosh Yoongi, I don’t know. I don’t really need help.”

He seems….sad, even going so far as to pout.

“I, I can’t reach up there”, you stutter, pointing at the higher-up shelves, which you weren’t able to clean, “you don’t perhaps hide secret Creator flying powers, do you?”

He laughs, shaking his head.

“That’s just silly, we can’t fly”, he says, squeezing your hands. His eyes flit to the shelf. He observes it with squinted eyes and furrowed brows before nodding his head.

“I know a solution”, he says and disappears for a moment.

You can hear shuffling from the other side of the library, but can’t see him.

“Yoongi? What are you doing?”

“Getting this”, he says right behind you.

“Geez!” you whip around, “Yoongi! Stop sneaking up on me!”

He chuckles almost boyishly, eyes sparkling. There is a ladder in his hands. Golden metal with round poles as steps. He puts the ladder back in its tracks and steps back, inspecting his work with a content nod.

“Will that help?” he asks you.

“Yes, I guess”, you murmur, “where did you even get that from?”

“The biology section. I used it to look for books and forgot to put it back.”

“Books? What kind of books?”

Yoongi stays silent. He looked for a book about plants. Yoongi didn’t enjoy the book. It was boring and filled with riddles, which he didn’t quite understand. But he still continued reading, in case you ever wanted to talk about plants with him again. He wanted to be prepared so he could sound intelligent and professional and maybe also impress you or whatever.

“Just some books”, he says, scratching the side of his neck.

“Ah, some books”, you answer him, inspecting his face. Why does he look so shy right now? What did he look up?

Yoongi nods his head and bends down to lift the bucket.

“Come now, climb on there, I’ll hold the bucket for you.”

“Uh, huh, oh. Yeah, oh. Okay”, you stutter and just a few moments later you are on top of the ladder with Yoongi right behind you, holding the bucket for you and making sure that you were safe.

And you feel safe. You know the hooks to be strong enough to hold the ladder in place and you know that Yoongi would use his powers if something should actually happen. It still feels beyond unbearable to have him that close. Not in a bad way. He is warm, his firm chest is brushing against your back and his strong arms are around you. It is far from uncomfortable and yet you can’t help but feel overwhelmed because it is Yoongi. Yoongi is sharing a ladder with you, keeping close and holding your bucket without complaints. And Yoongi is messing with every fibre of your body lately.

“So uhm, I finished this part. I have to get down to move it”, you tell him.

“That’s not necessary”, he says and with a soft push Yoongi moves the ladder a good two feet to the right.

You squeak, gripping the ladder tightly. It makes Yoongi chuckle and wrap his arm around you.

“I’ve got you, don’t worry”, he whispers.

“Yoongi”, you whine, turning around, “that was so scary, don’t do that.”

He moves closer, making it seem as if he only does it to keep you from falling, but you know differently. He is doing this because he wants to be close.

“I’ve got you, princess”, he whispers, letting his eyes dance over your face.

“I uhm…” you lower your gaze, “…that’s so weird.”

“What is?”

“Just us on a ladder, together.”

“You’re not scared are you?”

You shake your head, staring at his lips.

“I’m just wondering how we’ll ever get down again.”

“Let go of the ladder”, he says and you follow with confusion in your eyes, “hold on tight.”

“Huh?”

“I’ll show you.”

“Okay? Uhm”, your fingers hook behind his neck.

A second later you feel your stomach drop and your body falling. You screech, almost breaking Yoongi’s small frame from just how tightly you are clutching him. He had the audacity to jump down with you in his arms. He lands, you barely feel the impact, neither does the bucket which barely spills any water before being set down by him.

“Like this”, he says.

“Yoongi”, you whine, face buried in his neck, “I hate you so much, don’t ever do this again.”

He chuckles, bouncing you in his arms twice to get an even better grip on you. He basks in the little squeak you make because of it.

“Why not? It’s amusing.”

“No it’s not”, you lift your head, sending him a pout, “you’re always messing with me, it’s not funny.”

“I think it is.”

“Well, you’re the only one then”, you mumble.

“Mhm”, he hums and carries you to the armchair just so he can sit down with you still in his arms. You get set down on his lap, forcing you to stare into his eyes.

“You don’t actually hate me, do you?” he asks, caressing your lower back.

“No, of course not.”

“That’s good to hear.”

And then he does it again. He touches your face, tracing your features with his fingertips while his sparkling eyes follow the paths they draw. And while his right hand is experiencing his favourite feeling, his left hand is holding your waist safely. His grip was strong of nature, but oh so incredibly tender at the same time.

“___”, he whispers, tracing your lips with his thumb.

You feel so much. This is the right word to describe the way Yoongi makes you feel. So much. Oh so much.

“Do you even know how much fucking power you have?” he says, placing his hand at the back of your head.

“W-what?”

You understand why he placed his hand where he placed it, as a second later he makes you rest your forehead against his’. His nose brushes against yours, his eyes flutter closed. He exhales shakily.

“I’d fight the most hellish of nightmares for you”, he whispers, tilting his head so his lips would be pressed against the slope of your nose, “you hear me? Nothing will ever hurt you, not when I can shoulder it instead.”

You don’t know what to do or what to say or how to react. You feel breathless when he kisses your forehead only to return to resting his own right against you a second later. 

So much. You feel so much. Hell. That is what Yoongi tells you he would fight to keep you safe. Hell and most definitely Heaven as well, perhaps even the World. Oh it feels like a promise too important to receive, for you have never proven yourself worthy of such protection and yet Yoongi is willing to give it to you without question. 

Yoongi kisses the tip of your nose wordlessly, rubbing the tip of his nose against it afterwards. 

You know that you want to close your eyes, but you don’t because you can’t stop staring at Yoongi’s face. Although blurry from the closeness, you see enough to double all those feelings you have. He truly looks so calm, as if finally after three millennia of constant pain, he feels relief.

He opens his eyes then, meeting your gaze and showing you his teeth in a smile.

“Did you just look at me the entire time?” he asks.

“I, uhm. Hah, uh”, you fluster, feeling your face heat up.

Yoongi chuckles and pets your cheek before pulling his hand from your face to touch your legs instead. He rests his head against the backrest of the armchair.

You thought his eyes to be filled softness before, but are proven wrong when they soften even more. He reaches for you, tracing your features with his thumb, eliciting goosebumps on your skin. 

You want to touch him too, feel his silken hair under your fingertips and memorise the paths of him. Yoongi seems confused at first, moving his head away until your fingers finally brush against him. Like a cat that doesn’t know if it wants to be petted or not. It’s adorable if you were being honest.

“What are you doing?” he asks, ogling your hand.

“Your hair is messy”, you tell him, combing your fingers through it.

“Ah”, he lets out and stares at your face instead. He looks just slightly helpless right now. 

“It’s seriously so soft though, what the hell did you do to get it like that?” you ask, ruffling it up just to fix it.

“I washed it. What else should I have done to it? It’s just hair”, he says and scoffs.

You sigh and roll your eyes fondly, “of course. Why did I expect anything else from you?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It’s just that you like to pretend that you don’t care when you very obviously do care”, you say and drag your fingertips over his neatly done undercut, “or do you have this hairstyle because you don’t care at all? I mean, just look at the perfect edges and how neatly you did the fade. Did you spend ages on getting it right because you don’t care?”

Yoongi moves his head away, “whatever. What do you want from me?” he mumbles.

You chuckle, “nothing, you old softie”, you say, burying your fingers in his hair again.

Yoongi clicks his tongue and looks to the side. He tries not to, but for just a second he had a little pout on his lips. You magically take it away by giving the tip of his ear a soft massage. As a matter of fact that touch affects him so much that his eyelids begin to flutter as they fight their natural instinct of closing.

“Will you let me cut your hair one day?” you ask him, tracing the edge between where his longer hair fades into his undercut.

“No. You’ll just ruin it”, he says.

“Hey”, you give his head a little nudge, making it roll to the side.

Yoongi smirks lazily, fixing the position of it.

“I’m actually really good at doing hair. I always cut my cousin’s hair when we were younger and he looked cool. As a matter of fact, he was always the coolest looking dude in school.”

“I’m sure he was”, Yoongi says, smile growing. He caresses your hips, before resting his hands back on your thighs.

“But see? If you didn’t care about your hair, you’d let me cut it.”

“Okay fine”, he says and laughs, sitting up just to get closer to you, “what do you want me to say? Yeah, I care about it.”

There it is again. That feeling. That feeling which was just so much and so intense and which makes you want to get closer to him until you tasted his smile.

“See?” you whisper, eyes flitting to his lips, “you old softie.”

“Mhm, whatever”, he whispers, gazing at your lips longingly, “come closer, princess.”

You do. You come closer. You come closer until you can feel his lips against yours. Your fingers thread themselves into his hair deeply. You drag your fingernails over his scalp, eliciting a sound most foreign to your ears.

“What was that?” you gasp, breaking the kiss.

“Nothing”, Yoongi murmurs, staring at you with widened eyes.

“Yoongi Boongie, did you just purr?” you tease.

“No? Don’t be silly.”

You scratch the same spot you scratched before, forcing his chest to rumble in a soft purr. It makes you grin and makes Yoongi look to the side.

“Oh my god! You’re so cute! I read somewhere that bats purr when they’re being pet. You’re seriously such a vampire stereotype”, you tease him.

“I didn’t purr! Shut up, I’m not a bat. This is racism against vampires”, he tries to sound grumpy, but it just ends up coming out squeaky.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Gosh”, you giggle, “you’re such a cutie”, you say, pecking his burning cheek.

He huffs out air, but gasps when he feels your lips against the shell of his ear a second later.

“Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone. It’s our little secret”, you promise him.

“Whatever, you’re such a brat”, he mumbles, “and just so you know? I don’t like being pet.”

“No? Okay, then I won’t do it again”, you say, retreating your hand from his hair.

He looks at it with slight longing in his eyes.

“Yeah sure, whatever”, he says, trying his hardest to look as unbothered as possible.

You can’t stay serious for long. He just looks so adorable.

“Oh Yoongi”, you crack up, reaching for his hair again, “you’re such an old grumps.”

He sends you a look, but deep down his face carries complete and soul consuming contentment. Now that you are petting his hair again, Yoongi can’t hide just how much he actually likes it.

“You know what? I’ll do it either way, because I don’t listen to you”, you tease him.

“Whatever, just do it, I guess”, he murmurs as his eyelids fight gravity once again.

“Okay, okay I will”, you tell him before doing the most peculiar thing of resting against him. With your cheek against his shoulder and your fingers in his hair, you find your own relaxation and as Yoongi wraps his arms around you and then begins purring again, you know that he was truly relaxed himself. You can’t see it, but he has his eyes closed, carrying happiness on his lips.

“Mhm”, you let out, “you are seriously so snugly.”

“Hm”, he hums, making the tiniest sound when you give him a little squeeze. It was a content sound, one that makes you happy to hear.

“Yoongi can I tell you something?” you ask him.

“Of course, tell me.”

“I feel safe when I’m with you.”

“Mhm”, it is obvious that he is flustered and doesn’t know what to say.

“I know we’re always talking about how I like the thought that you could rip me apart and while I am not going to go into how much embarrassing truth may be behind that statement right now…”

Yoongi chuckles lazily, petting your lower back fondly.

“…you’re still the only person who never made me feel scared of being eaten”, you continue, “you know, when you took care of my bite wounds and even licked off my blood and your face didn’t even change, I was thinking to myself just how incredibly strong you are.”

You lift your head, meeting his terribly glassy eyes.

“This awful sorcerer cursed you to uncontrollable violence and blood thirst, but you broke that curse. Are you even aware of what you achieved? What you did? You wrote your own destiny, Yoongi. And honestly you always speak of redemption, but in my eyes you have redeemed yourself a long time ago.”

He blinks rapidly and turns his head to the side.

“Don’t be ridiculous.”

“I’m not”, you turn his head back to you, tracing his cheekbones.

His eyes study your features, searching for dishonesty but finding nothing but truthful admiration.

“I’m not redeemed”, he whispers and as he speaks those burdening words, a droplet of his tears fell on his cheeks. 

You wipe it off, hoping that another won’t follow.

“In my eyes you are”, you breathe, claiming his trembling lips in a deep kiss. The kiss carries much importance with it. It carries a truth which would have felt like slander of your view of Yoongi months ago. It is no slander these days, it is honest and feels wondrous. And Yoongi can barely carry the weight of it, finding his only support in your hug.

“I’m happy.”

The words escaped him in the moments after the kiss broke, when his soul was the most vulnerable it has ever been and when honesty was his last resort to escape the overwhelming unknown of being loved.

You lift your head, locking eyes with him. So much. Oh, you are feeling so much.

“Holy fuck, Yoongi”, you whisper.

He turns his head away.

"Whatever."

“You deserve it Yoongi.”

“Be quiet.”

You kiss his cheek, “you’re so sweet.”

“Shut up.”

“Mhm, no”, you peck his cheek again, “you sweetiepie.”

He moves his head away, sending you an angry look.

You giggle, looking so beyond adorable that Yoongi has to smile at you. Your giggles stop, your fingers trace his lips. 

"Your smile is so beautiful, Yoongi."

"Stop it", he hisses.

You kiss his lips then the tip of his nose. 

"You'll be so annoyed with me, I can tell you. You thought I'm a nuisance when I don’t like you? Get ready for when I do like you, because I will compliment you constantly."

"I noticed", he mumbles, accepting your second nose kiss with a happy purr. 

You giggle and snuggle into his neck. He smells so good. Like his cologne. 

"Oh Yoongi, you are so snuggly."

"Mhm." 

You trace his arm mindlessly, playing with his hair at the nape of his neck at the same time. You want to keep your eyes open just enough that you can look at him. You don’t see much of him, just his neck and the beginning of his ear. You lean in just to kiss the spot, returning to your gazing afterwards.

"I think I could do this for hours", you say, turning your head to give his shoulder a kiss. You do so with your eyes closed, staying in the position afterwards to inhale his scent, "you smell so good. Did you put perfume on?" 

"And if I did?" 

"Well then, I'd have to do this", you say, attacking his neck with snuggles and little nudges of your nose. You sniffle loudly, giggling to yourself as you do, "like this. I'd have to do this and also this", you say, giving his jawline a sweet kiss. 

Yoongi tilts his head to the side slightly, exhaling audibly through his mouth. 

"And this", another kiss closer to his ear, "and also this", you end it by giving his ear a soft bite, tugging on it before releasing it in a sigh.

You turn your head, greedy to see his reaction. His eyes are half-lidded, racing between yours with insatiable obsession, his breathing is just slightly quickened. 

"That's what I'd do", you say, moving closer to caress his cheek with the tip of your nose while your fingers dig deeper into his soft hair, “you think that’s something you can handle?”

“Mhm-hm yeah, I definitely can”, he whispers, letting you tug on his hair with his eyelids fluttering.

One little kiss on his cheek and Yoongi has his head turned to you and his lips inches away from yours. 

He doesn’t say anything, merely chasing your closeness by repeatedly tilting his head closer or rubbing his nose against yours slowly. It makes you smile and chase him right back.

It happens naturally that your eyes fall closed, as do Yoongi’s. And for the next moments you share the silence by giving each other little nose rubs and ghosting kisses on the lips. It feels so right to do. It is the first time those emotions of so much feel right, as if all they needed was this specific gesture and now everything is finally in place. 

Yoongi sighs softly, giving your lips a kiss. It was longer than the ones before and made you open your eyes just so you can look at him. 

As if he feels your eyes on him, he opens his own, meeting your gaze. 

You give him a little smile, giggling shyly. Yoongi retorts it, letting out a little chuckle as well.

This is so nice, you think and you know that Yoongi is thinking the same thing. 

Your cheek rests itself on his shoulder again, your fingers begin tracing his face. 

Yoongi accepts it with a little content smile – the kind which doesn’t show his teeth and turns his lips into a little line and makes his cheeks puff out – and a nod of his head, before closing his eyes and resting his head against yours. 

He is so precious, you think as you feel oh so very much. You caress his cheek, cupping it in your palm safely afterwards. It fits so perfectly. Truly, he is so precious.

"Can I tell you a secret?" you whisper. 

"Of course." 

"I don’t have a lot of people who like me." 

"Mhm, I get that. You don’t need their approval." 

"No, I mean…I don’t have a lot of people who are important to me." 

"It's best like that. You can lessen your heartbreak that way." 

"I guess", you say and nuzzle closer, “you’re one of them however. The ones who are important I mean.”

“Ah”, silence, “okay…thank you”, he says nonchalantly.

It makes you laugh.

“What?” he asks, craning his neck so he could look at you. He looks just slightly offended.

“Okay, thank you?” you giggle, “you’re so cute Yoongi Boongie”, you say, caressing his cheek with the back of your hand.

He furrows his brows, “don’t mock me.”

“I’m not”, you say and give him a chaste kiss. Except it isn’t chaste as Yoongi places his hand at the back of your head to feel you for longer. Truly, he is such a greedy kisser. So much. You feel so much because of it.

You break the kiss, eliciting the saddest sigh from him. He chases you, makes you giggle.

“Don’t flee”, he whispers, tilting his head up to try and catch you.

“You’re so greedy”, you tease him, fleeing from him with a smile on your lips.

“You feel so good”, he confesses. His fingers grasp you desperately, he tries again only to feel your kiss slip from him again. “My princess”, he breathes, gazing at your lips longingly, “please.”

You peck his lips, making him gasp. He draws into you with his torso, places his hand between your shoulder blades, lets the other rest on the back of your neck in way that his fingertips were buried in your hair. This is it. The upperhand, you handed it to him with this simple peck and now he tries everything to keep you close. You try one more time, fleeing only to realise that it is fruitless as Yoongi finally uses his strength on you. It is a sweet realisation, the kind which makes you feel so much and allow him to lead you down whatever road he wants to until you are entirely lost together.

It is Yoongi who has to break the kiss in the end, opening his eyes just to give you a smile. You retort it.

“This is so nice”, he says, “we’ll do this often, won’t we?”

“Mh-hm, I’d want that”, you promise him, making his smile grow.

“Good. I want it too, my princess.”

“Ah seriously, Yoongi”, you whisper and hide your face in the crook of his neck, “you’re flustering me.”

“Mhm.”

He traces your spine with his fingertips.

"Is it bad?" he asks.

"What do you mean?" 

"The flustering. Is it bad?" 

"No of course not, I’m just so overwhelmed because I’m not used to you saying all those cheesy things." 

"But they’re honest", he sounds offended as if he doesn’t want them to be cheesy. 

"Oh Yoongi", you whisper, "well, then they are even more precious."

"Mhm", he nods his head in contentment, “do you want to see something?” he asks you.

“See something? Of course. What do you want to show me?” you ask him, lifting your head.

“One of my secrets. Well, the others knew about it as well, but I didn’t let them see it without my permission.”

“Is it another prison?”

He looks saddened for a moment.

“Sorry, dark humour. I didn’t mean it”, you fix the mistake panicky, feeling the need to cup his face and then kiss the tip of his nose, “sorry, really sorry. I’ll never say it again, please forgive me. I’m sorry.”

Yoongi’s features relax again, he even leans into your touch. Then he chuckles.

“You’re forgiven”, he says and to your dismay stands up, “come with me princess, I’ll show you.”

“Okay then, show me” you say, following him down the winding stairs and through the ground floor of the library. Past dusty bookshelves and the many sitting areas where once Namjoon was planning his evil schemes. At least that is what you imagined him doing in here.

Through the door Yoongi leads you, past the sofa where weeks ago you helped him gain back his emotions. Looking at it still sends heat to your cheeks and it seems that it affects Yoongi as well as his grip around your hand tightens in a soft squeeze.

“Where are you taking me Yoongi?” you ask him as he leads you past another threshold and into the spacious entrance hall.

“It is a room I want to show you”, he tells you, guiding the way past the steps.

“Are we visiting Jungkook?” you ask him, looking at the closed door to his wing.

“No, he is showering and doesn’t want to be disturbed.”

“Oh, okay.”

You and him take a sharp turn to the right. This is a part of the estate where you have never wandered before. You only really wandered right of the stairs to the greenhouse, the kitchen, Yoongi’s wing, but the left hallway you always ignored. It wasn’t as long as the right one and didn’t house even remotely as many different doors. Just three. Left, right and one at the end of the corridor.

“That’s so weird, I was never here before.”

“It is not exciting really. It houses our central heating and electricity as well as our security monitors past those two doors”, he explains and points at the right door and the one in the middle.

“I see.”

“But this one is very exciting, it’s my little secret”, he says and unlocks the left door.

He flicks the lights on and pulls you inside with him.

A small room reveals itself to you. No bigger than six square feet, dark wood floors and matching walls on which an impressive amount of golden hooks were installed. Each hook houses one key and underneath a golden tablet was telling you to which room it led.

“These are the keys to every single room in the estate. There are copies of each of our wings and the greenhouse, the library, the cars in our garage, you name it”, he explains.

“Creepy, that’s how many rooms are in this place?”

“Yes”, he answers you, placing his hand on the small of your back to rub it softly, “it is important to keep the exact order and hang the key from where you took it, so we won’t get confused”, he explains and leads you to the right corner of the room.

He points at a set of metal keys.

“Don’t take these keys without asking me first. They open the prison cells and I don’t want you to enter this cursed place without my protection.”

He points at another set of metal keys. They carry their age on their surface in the form of red rust.

“These too, ask me first before taking them. They open the attic. I haven’t been up there in decades and I can’t guarantee for the floors to be safe. I don’t want you to break through them and hurt yourself.”

He points at a set of black keys next. Old and definitely heavy.

“Don’t ever take those keys. Ever.”

“Why? Where do they lead to?”

“They open the gates to the tunnels. Those gates should never ever be opened, they are too dangerous for you. You can get lost in them and meet deadly creatures in the shadows. Some are also prone to fall in or are filled with water. I don’t want you to wander in them and get hurt. Do you understand?” he says, keeping his voice the same level of soft he had kept it in the library.

“Yes I understand, I just don’t really understand why you are showing me all of this.”

Your eyes meet. He gives you a soft smile.

“So you know where to look if you ever want to enter a room of course”, he says, dancing his hand up and down your waist.

“Okay, but…why?”

“So you don’t have to ask for my permission of course.”

“Oh…” you understand what he means by that. This right is Yoongi telling you that he trusts you and that he wants you to feel free.

He pulls a pair of keys from his pockets.

“And these are for you.”

“For me?”

He nods his head.

“Why? For what? To where?”

“Well, this one is a copy to the keys’ room and the others are keys to every room in Park Jimin's wing.”

You had wanted to reach for them, but stopped once his name fell over Yoongi's lips.

“Jimin's wing….” your eyes flit up to Yoongi’s, “why?”

“Because the guest wing is beneath you and his wing is perfect because it connects to the greenhouse.”

“Perfect for what?”

Yoongi turns and leaves the room, making you jog after him. He seems flustered – if not even shy – all of a sudden.

“Perfect for what Yoongi?” you stress, holding onto his arm.

“For you.”

“For me?”

“Dear heavens, you ask so many questions”, he murmurs, looking at you from the corner of his eyes.

“That’s because you are talking in riddles. I’m confused.”

Yoongi stops and turns. He takes your hand in his’ and places the keys in your palm. They feel heavy and warm against your skin.

“You need a place to live now that you can’t go outside and Jimin doesn’t need it anymore. So take it and make it yours.”

“What? Yoongi, are you serious?”

He nods, knitting his brows in seriousness while his eyes carried fondness.

“But-“

“No buts, just think about it.”

“But I have an apartment in the city.”

“That’s no problem, I will help you move your furniture.”

“It’s not about that, it’s just”, you stare at the keys in your hands, “Yoongi this is too much.”

He stays silent. You and him pass by the stairs and cross into the familiar right hallway.

“Where are we going now? I swear to god if you have another thing for me, I’ll actually uppercut you.”

He sneaks a glance at you, “let’s get Taehyung.”

You let out a disbelieved laugh, shaking your head.

“Yoongi, you are seriously giving me whiplash. One second you tell me that I can move into Jimin's place and the next you tell me that Taehyung will finally leave”, you laugh, stumbling after before holding onto his arm.

“It’s because the hunt made me feel good. I feel gracious right now”, he explains, opening the cellar door.

“I mean…I’m not going to complain about it, but Yoongi. I really don’t need Jimin's keys, once Taehyung is out he can protect me. I’ll go back to university and he can drive me to my place, it’s really not necessary.”

“What?” Yoongi whips around, looking at you with the help of what little light the torch gives him. Even in the dim shine of the fire his eyes seem to fill with anger, “you want to leave the estate?”

“Yes, of course I do”, you chuckle in disbelief, “we both know that me living here was nothing but a temporary solution and Taehyung can take care of me.”

“Why would you do that?”

“Do what? Return to my normal life?”

He stumbles, blinking rapidly.

“But…” he turns two times, scratching his forehead as he does. Then he stops, staring at you with widened eyes and his head tilted to the side, “you’ve built a life here haven’t you?”

“Yes of course I have, but I have a life outside the estate too. I can be lucky that we are on winter break because otherwise I would have already dropped out of university and I want to open my own botanical garden one day. I don’t want to be locked up here until I’m old and grey. You know that I don’t.”

He exhales shakily, touching his chest right above his heart.

“Namjoon is still out there”, he presses out, voice slightly deeper than before.

“I know, but once Taehyung is out you don’t need to protect me at all times. He can and you can use your free time to finally catch Namjoon. Wouldn’t that be a clever idea?”

Yoongi grinds his teeth, lowering his eyes. His fingers twist his jumper, shaky breath slipping past his lips.

“Fuck”, he presses out and turns his back to you.

“What?”

Yoongi takes heavy, big steps. They are audible, which means he was honestly upset. He had already reached the second door, leaving you to stumble in what little light the torch casts your way.

“Yoongi, what’s wrong all of a sudden?” you ask again, holding his hand so he wouldn’t escape into the darkness again. The warmth of once is gone, it feels icy in your fingers now.

“It’s nothing”, he hisses, unlocking the second door.

Hissing and growling greets you and the stench of rotting flesh. It makes you gag like it always does, but leaves you uninterested otherwise.

“Of course something’s the matter. Yoongi come on, talk to me.”

“Quiet now”, he spits, “I don’t want them to listen in.”

You look over your shoulder at the salivating vampires with their ruby eyes and their rotting skin. They are gawking at you with an animalistic hunger in their eyes. It makes you draw closer to Yoongi and hold his hand tighter.

The lock to Taehyung turns with a loud click. Yoongi opens the door and turns to you.

“Let me see how he is doing first”, he says coldly.

“Why?”

“I don’t want him to go crazy in hunger at your smell.”

“He won’t, I know him.”

He pushes you back softly.

“Stay ___, I’m not going to repeat myself”, he growls.

“Fine, geez. I’ll stay.”

“Good”, he says and disappears inside the cell. 

You click your tongue. What’s wrong with him all of a sudden? Why is he being so cold to you again? What did you do?

“So you’re friends with him? Come closer, I promise I am also a friend of him” one of the vampires growls behind you.

You decide to ignore him, grasping the doorknob tighter in fear.

“Don’t ignore me. Come on, we can all be friends here”, he hisses.

The chains rattle. You force down a squeak by biting down on your lower lip, holding your breath in the process.

“I just want to talk to you”, he insists, voice demonic.

“Her heart’s racing so nicely.”

“Come on sweetheart let’s talk.”

“Yes, let's talk, I promise we don’t bite.”

“Don’t bite, yeah don’t bite.”

The chains are rattling a little too loudly for your taste. You need to flee. And so you rip the door open and stumble inside.

“..you-“, Yoongi stops talking, eyes landing on you, “why are you here?”

“I know I should have stayed outside, but one of those fuckers outside scared me, so I bailed”, you say, panting slightly.

Yoongi sends an icy glare at the door, most definitely directing it at the vampires outside.

“You did the right thing. Taehyung’s in control anyways”, he says.

Your eyes flit to the latter. He is standing up today, back against the wall and limbs tied by iron chains. He is staring at you with his jaw clenched. Oh how exhausted he looks, even more than he did two weeks ago.

“Hi”, you whisper.

“Hey”, he says, voice a lot less croaky than it was two weeks ago. He must have warmed it up by talking to Yoongi before you barged through the door.

You step closer, past Yoongi. You don’t take in the way he touches his chest again, twisting his jumper painfully. Taehyung looks at you with sad longing in his eyes, wiggling slightly now that your sweet scent was tickling his nose.

“I’m finally here”, you say, running your fingers over his cheekbone.

“I knew you’d come”, he says, smiling sadly.

You feel awful, your chest filling with heaviness.

“I’m sorry it took me so long”, you choke out, “I tried to open the door every night, but it didn’t move”, you sniffle, “I’m so sorry.”

“I’m not angry, it wasn’t your fault”, he whispers.

“I still feel awful.”

“My darling, look at me.”

His eyes are so lifeless and tired. His skin is so grey and thin, showing off his dark veins without him even having to turn into his true form. It hurts to look at him, but still you keep your eyes on him. He wanted you to.

“It wasn’t your fault”, he breathes, “you’re here now, this is all that matters.”

“Yes and I came to finally free you”, you step closer, placing your hands on his chest, “you will finally leave this awful place today Taetae.”

Yoongi lowers his eyes upon hearing you call Taehyung by his nickname, feeling his nails hurt just from how tightly he grasps his own shirt.

Taehyung exhales shakily, head falling to the front.

“Finally”, he says, voice barely audible.

“Yes, finally. Everything will return to normal. You and me, we can be together again. I’ll take care of you once you are free. I prepared oils for a bath and put fresh sheets on the bed so you can sleep soundly”, you say excitedly, caressing his sides, “I’ll make sure that you feel so good and safe.”

“Thank you”, he breathes, “thank you so much.”

“I’ll just quickly get the keys and then you are free”, you say and turn around.

Yoongi is clasping the keys tightly, staring at you with his lower lip between his teeth to stop it from trembling.

“Can I have the keys to Taehyung's chains please?” you ask, smiling so brightly it illuminates the entire room. You are finally going to free Taehyung. All there stands between his freedom and your normal life back is Yoongi's willingness to hand you the keys. You extend your arm, heart racing like crazy.

Yoongi reaches out, stares at your hand and exhales loudly. He pulls his hand away.

“It’s too dangerous.”

“What?” you chuckle in disbelief, “Taehyung isn’t dangerous, at least not to me.”

Yoongi shakes his head.

“No, we can’t risk it. I’ll free him tomorrow. Once I got enough blood bags to feed him”, he insists, stumbling back.

You follow him, reaching for his arm.

“Please don’t do this now”, you plead quietly.

“No, my decision is final. One more night, then I’ll free him.”

You had wanted to protest, but Taehyung's loud laugh makes both of you look at him instead.

“What?” Yoongi challenges.

“You are speaking of one night when we both know that you won’t keep your promise.”

“Are you calling me a liar?” Yoongi spits.

“I am calling you a manipulator”, Taehyung growls, “you think one night will be enough to make ___ fall for you?”

“Oh trust me, I don’t even need one night for that”, Yoongi answers him and the jealousy in his voice is unmistakable. He won’t hide it, not anymore, not when Taehyung saw right through him.

Taehyung's gaze shifts to you. You swallow at the intensity of it.

“And you really think that she is going to pick you? After you denied her yet another chance at being with me?” Taehyung isn’t out for losing either.

“Careful Kim Taehyung, I am still holding the keys to your freedom”, Yoongi grumbles, clutching the metal keys tighter.

“The keys to my freedom or the keys to your chance to own ___?” Taehyung spits.

Yoongi hugs you to his chest tightly, so tightly in fact that you can take in nothing more than the scent of his cologne and the softness of his jumper on your cheek.

“I told you to be careful”, he growls, tightening his arm around you.

“Tell me, when was the last time you allowed her to be by herself in the outside world?” Taehyung challenges, earning himself a low growl from Yoongi.

You can feel how he tenses up and how he seems to squeeze you even tighter to him. You touch his back softly, running your fingers up and down his spine. It makes him shiver slightly.

“Yoongi, I know you don’t want to own me”, you whisper in hopes of softening his heart.

But Yoongi is too angry. Taehyung hurt his pride and flustered him and in the process angered him. Now he doesn’t want to help anymore. And so he looks down at you, dark eyes lingering on your lips.

“We are leaving, princess. I promise to free him tomorrow once he isn’t as delirious from hunger”, he grumbles, tugging you to the door gently.

“Yoongi, don’t pull me. Yoongi, please don’t leave him here again. You promised”, you stutter, fighting against him.

“It’s just one night, I promise”, he says, fighting back without ever using his true strength.

Your back hits the door. Yoongi leans closer as he reaches behind you to open it.

“Yoongi please don’t do this to me”, you beg, but he ignores you.

The door opens, you stumble slightly. Yoongi steps closer, shielding you from Taehyung almost completely.

“Leave princess, he’s too dangerous tonight”, he grumbles, pushing you softly.

“Min Yoongi!” Taehyung yells and tugs at the chains, “you think keeping me here will give you her attention forever?”

Yoongi stops, eyes falling on your face. They fill with sad longing in an instant.

“You really believe that ___ won’t figure out that the only reason you are keeping me here is so you can have an excuse to keep her close?” Taehyung challenges, twisting the chains roughly.

Yoongi clenches his jaw.

“I heard you speak to one of your creations on the phone. I know that you have a lead on Namjoon's whereabouts”, Taehyung continues, “so why aren’t you chasing it? Is it because you are scared that once you do, you will find him and lose your leverage on ___?” Taehyung snarls, muscles in his arms flexing, “of course that’s it. She’ll finally be free to go wherever she wants again, she can leave the estate and you won’t be able to stop her.”

Yoongi locks eyes with you, knitting his brows. The sad longing gets replaced by true and naked fear.

“She won’t need you anymore and that scares you.”

Yoongi breaks eye contact, grinding his teeth. His hand falls back to his chest, twisting the fabric of his jumper.

“Is this true?” you ask.

“Of course it isn’t”, Yoongi spits, “I told you, he is the biggest liar of them all.”

“No! You are the liar! You are promising ___ protection and all the riches in the world, but in reality you want her locked up in a golden cage, depending solely on you!”

Yoongi doesn’t acknowledge him, strutting to the door. He most likely would have left through it, if you hadn’t made yourself big in front of it.

“Get out of my way ___”, Yoongi grumbles.

“You promised me.”

Yoongi studies your face, outlining the inside of his cheek with his tongue.

“You kept me waiting for two weeks. You kept Taehyung waiting. You promised me that you would release him.”

“I lied. Surprise, that’s a pretty common thing for our species to do.”

“No you didn’t. I know you didn’t”, you make yourself bigger, “I’ll never forgive you if you decide to keep him here. If you walk through that door you will lose me.”

Yoongi cocks an eyebrow up, eyes widening.

“Are you seriously trying to emotionally manipulate me right now?”

“See it as your attempt to reassure me that what Taehyung is saying is nothing but lies. Show me that you aren’t keeping him here for selfish reasons.”

Taehyung chuckles deeply, painting a dark frown onto Yoongi's face in the process. Yoongi presses you against the door, keeping a tight grip on your shoulders.

“You do not manipulate me like that, do you hear me princess?” he growls.

“You don’t scare me. This is just you pretending. I know the real Min Yoongi”, you stand your ground.

Yoongi laughs breathlessly, seemingly lost for words. His eyes race between yours, his fingers hurt on your shoulders and yet the creases on his forehead become less.

“I know you are scared. Admitting that you are scared that you will lose me takes a lot of courage and it’s scary to imagine I’d leave you, but you don’t need to be”, you touch his chest, “I won’t leave you”, you whisper.

His fingers loosen on your shoulders, the creases on his forehead cease to exist completely. You cup his cheek, running your thumb over his cheekbone.

“And it’s also okay to admit that you don’t want to be alone anymore.”

Yoongi looks into your eyes, blinking rapidly as he does. The sad longing is back and somehow it feels as if he is leaning into your touch.

“Princess”, he whispers, stepping closer until your foreheads are almost touching. You take that last step, making his head fall against yours.

He whimpers, holding you tightly. But his touch carried no anger anymore, just fear of you slipping between his fingers never to return. 

“Please Yoongi, don’t break this promise to me”, you whisper, running your fingers through his hair.

His eyes fall closed, his fingers squeeze you desperately.

“I can’t”, he confesses, sounding scared.

“Yes, you can. You’re so strong.”

“I’m not, I’m weak”, he chokes out, voice quivering unbearably.

“No, you aren’t. And it’s not weak of you to release Taehyung”, you whisper, taking his face between your hands just so you can caress his cheeks.

“He almost took you from me”, he presses out and squeezes you closer, “keeping him here is justice.” 

"Justice?” Taehyung laughs dryly.

You can watch it happening. You can watch how anger and naked fear returns to Yoongi’s features. And in this moment – in this painful second of having to watch him get dragged back to the hell he just escaped from – you wanted Taehyung to stay locked up for doing this to Yoongi. It only lasted a second before Yoongi breaks away from you and turns, trying and failing to push you behind him with trembling fingers.

Taehyung stares at you. His damp hair hangs into his eyes, a dark smirk curls at the corner of his lips, “I can smell how my fellow people are rotting in their cells. You call this justice? I call this barbaric.”

Yoongi frowns, hands clenched to tight fists.

“They deserve to be here, I gave them their chances and they didn’t take it.”

Taehyung scoffs, cocking an eyebrow up. He scoffs again and lowers his head.

“Where was Jimin's chance then before you did nothing to save him?”

Yoongi falters, almost stumbling to the side. There it was again, that reminder of Jimin.

“His death wasn’t my fault.”

“Yes! Yes it was! If you and Sanguis had never attacked us then he never would have died!”

“Liar! You utter liar! There would have come the day where Namjoon would have discarded you and Jimin in the blink of an eye! Don’t you get it? The two of you were always replaceable to him.”

“Even if we were! You did nothing to help Jimin!”

“Jimin had his chances. I gave him many, you know I did”, Yoongi takes a step closer to Taehyung, “Jimin just simply ran out of them, it was justice.”

“It wasn’t justice!” Taehyung's loud voice bounces off the walls. He pulls at the chains, eyes filling with a dark fire, “Jimin didn’t deserve to die!”

“He did, we both know he did. Jimin was a monster”, Yoongi answers him dryly.

“No, you are a monster! You are an even worse monster than Jimin ever was. At least Jimin knew he was evil, at least he knew that what he was doing was wrong! You! You hide behind the morally gray deeds, you call good, and excuses of finding redemption while the blood of thousands soaks your past!”

Taehyung growls, eyes turning red.

“You are the real monster. A cruel, barbaric monster, which pretends to be human and just!”

“Stop please”, you beg, feeling like breaking down in tears. But they don’t hear you, they are both deafened by their anger.

"I don’t have to explain myself to a snake like you", Yoongi hisses. 

Taehyung laughs loudly, carrying mockery in it. 

"Ah yes, of course. Look at him ___ look at him pretending to be one of the good ones. How laughable." 

You whimper, shaking your head. You want no part in this. You don’t want this. You don’t. You really don’t.

"I'm not pretending, stop twisting my words. I never pretended to be good, unlike you."

"Look at him. Your acts won’t fool anyone anymore. Especially not ___."

"I kept her safe!" Yoongi roars, doing so with such vigour that for just a second it felt as if the ground was shaking.

"I saved her from Namjoon’s compulsion! I saved her from his torture! And I saved her life after you led her into death's arms and then watched. It was me! I kept her safe while you played your fucked up games with your useless friends!" 

Yoongi hits his own chest. 

"Not once I controlled her mind! Not once I messed with her sanity. Not once I forced her to believe that her body wanted a lie! And what did you do? You slithered into her life through manipulation and compulsion!" 

He inhales loudly. 

"So do not speak to me about who is good and who isn’t. At least I never pretended to be someone who I am not with her. At least I didn’t force her interest in me. At least I actually mean it when I promise her that she will find no harm through me! And at least I am honest when I promise her that I would fight the world to keep her safe!"

Taehyung falters, taking a step back. 

“So do not try to turn ___ against me. I have a million better reasons to return the favour, so shut it", Yoongi snarls and grabs Taehyung's chin tightly. It cracks, you could hear it clearly.

“Yoongi stop! You’re hurting him!”

Yoongi twists around, dark monstrous eyes staring at you. He doesn’t look like Taehyung or the others when they are turned, he looks frightening. His eyes are pitch black, crying black veins, the corners of his mouth have almost reached his ears, showing off a row of sharp long teeth. Like a demon from your nightmares. You gasp in shock, stumbling back without wanting to. You really didn’t want to react in such a way, it was on instinct. Shit, you can see how hurt washes over Yoongi's face at your reaction.

Taehyung chuckles in victory. 

"See? You’re a monster", he taunts.

“Stop it Taehyung!” you beg.

Yoongi forces down the pain in his chest. Of course you would be frightened and here he thought you were different.

“So you think me a monster Taehyung?” Yoongi repeats what he had said before, voice laced with heartbreak.

He lets go of his chin.

“Why bother being nice then?” Yoongi growls.

In an instant he is behind you, keeping you pressed to his strong body with one hand around your throat. You squeal, body freezing up.

“Let her go!” Taehyung growls, fighting against the chains, “she doesn’t have anything to do with this!”

“Oh she has everything to do with this”, Yoongi barks, “you see Taehyung, she makes us weak.”

Yoongi bites into his own wrist, dark blood spilling out of it immediately. He presses it against your lips, forcing you to swallow his blood. You whimper and pant. It burns, but nothing comes close to the pain your heart was currently in. This was not supposed to go this way. Yoongi was not supposed to fall back into the claws of his demons. Why did Taehyung says such untrue things? Why did everything go so completely wrong?

“You think I’m keeping her here for selfish reasons? I’m keeping her here because she is a weak human. So why not finally give her all the strength she needs to protect herself?” he growls, pressing his wrist closer.

“You bastard let her go or I’ll rip you to shreds!”

“Try it! You know I can’t be killed. I tried a hundred million times before, I can’t be fucking killed!” Yoongi screams back, forcing his wrist closer.

Taehyung laughs and sobs at the same time, wrists carrying blood from how roughly he pulls at the chains.

“You selfish, manipulative monster. Yet once again you are making it so she would be dependent on you”, his voice is filled with so much hatred that it fills their air with sourness, “what is your plan now? Turn her into a Ripper and tell her that only you can help her control the monster inside of her?”

“Shut up or I’ll snap her neck!” Yoongi screams, squeezing your neck so tightly you whimper in pain.

Taehyung meets your painful gaze, heart shattering in his chest.

“No!” he wails, fear filling his features, “don’t do this!”

Yoongi snarls and closes his fingers around your neck further. His wrist leaves your mouth. You cough and gag with tears running down your face. No, this shouldn’t be happening. This shouldn’t be happening. This shouldn’t be happening.

“But I did Taehyung”, Yoongi challenges, tilting your head up, “and now she has my blood in her system. My cursed blood runs through her veins just as we speak. Just one twist to the right”, Yoongi tilts your head to the side, fingers tangled in your hair tightly, “and her pretty, little neck would snap right through.”

“No, please. Yoongi this isn’t you, please I know you. This isn’t you”, you beg, voice quivering in fear.

“Shut it”, he hisses, tilting your head up so you would look into his demonic eyes “you think you know me? You know nothing. I’m a monster!”

“That’s not true. You are nice and caring and sweet.”

Yoongi tightens his fingers around your throat, growling deeply.

“T-that man on the daguerreotype”, you croak out, having to whimper, “that’s the real you. A man who rather sees their lover die, than condemn them to a fate of unbearable hunger. A man who went out of his way to cheer me up by showing me the greenhouse, that’s you. A man who, despite all the bad he had done, allowed himself to feel. And the man who makes me feel like the world can’t hurt me. That’s you. You’re not a monster.”

Yoongi’s eyes fill with tears, his lips beginning to tremble. The monster has vanished from his face, now nothing but a heartbroken, scared man is staring back at you.

“Shut up! You don’t know me!” he presses out and sobs.

“But I do Yoongi, I do”, you try to smile, “and I know you wouldn’t kill me.”

Yoongi whimpers and sobs.

“Shut up”, he chokes out, forcing your head back to the front and placing his hand over your mouth, “you know nothing about me. I’m a monster! I don’t care about you, you are nothing to me”, he growls.

You sob, pressing your eyes shut. Why is he still pretending? Oh that hurts more than his hand on your mouth does. You try to shake your head, but Yoongi stops you before you can, wrapping his hands around your throat so tightly you feel your head become dizzy. You squeak and pant, eyes growing big.

“Don’t touch her! You bastard let her go!” Taehyung screams, fighting against the chains.

“What are you going to do Kim Taehyung?” Yoongi yells back, tears streaming down his face, “you wanted to turn her anyways! Why are you so against it all of a sudden? I’m making her stronger!”  

Yoongi puts more pressure on your throat.

“Yoongi”, you sob.

Yoongi looks at you and for a second he found himself faltering. But he can’t, not when he had ruined everything again. Now he has to commit to the role he had picked out for himself. He is a monster, your reaction to his true self proved it to him. He is a monster and he has to show you just how unlovable he is.

“I could snap her neck and condemn her to a fate of insatiable hunger”, he growls, voice quivering, “a Ripper, a Glutton, maybe even a gluttonous Ripper like myself, you pick it Taehyung. Her fate lies in my hands.”

“I’ll kill you! If you even as much as scratch her, I’ll kill you!” Taehyung screams, baring his fangs.

“How are you going to do this? You’re all chained up”, Yoongi challenges and tilts your head back to the point that it hurts.

You whimper, pressing your eyes shut.

“Yoongi please don’t do this”, you beg, nails digging into his lower arm, “that’s not you.”

“Shut up!” he yells, but his voice broke as he did.

“Please, I know you aren’t a monster. I’m sorry I frightened, I never wanted to”, you plead, voice barely audible.

“Shut. Up.” he croaks, “shut up, just shut up”, he wails, finally putting pressure on your airway as well.

You squeak and wiggle, heart beginning to race in an instant.

“Don’t touch her!” Taehyung screams, fighting the chains.

“Make me!” Yoongi yells back, twisting your head to the side just enough that your muscles ache, “go on fight, save her”, it sounds so much like a beg as the words fall from his tongue.

Taehyung lets out a blood curdling scream and then he rips the chains right off the ceiling. He slacks for a moment, stumbles and falls to his knees. He fights and fights and fights, but the chains around his ankles are too strong. He has been starving for too long, his body is broken. He can’t, as much as Yoongi wants him to fight, he can’t.

And so he gives up, collapsing to the wet ground and sobbing miserably.

“Don’t hurt her”, he croaks, body quivering in exhaustion, “I am begging you, I will take another three months down here, three years, three decades. You can hurt me every waking hour of my imprisonment. Break my bones, skin me alive, tear out my insides. Whatever it takes, just stop hurting her. Please.”

The silence is deafening, just as much as the rushing of your blood is. Air, you need air.

“Please Yoongi…” Taehyung begs and sobs quietly, “….please I’m nothing without her.”

Yoongi's fingers fall from your throat, his arm around you loosens slightly. He whimpers, stumbling back. You are free, he released you. Fuck, you feel like passing out.

It feels like you are dreaming when you watch Yoongi stumble to Taehyung and take the chains off of his ankles. Everything is blurry around you, every noise sounds like you were underwater, your stomach aches.

He released you. You are free. Taehyung is free. He didn’t give in to the demons in his mind. You knew that he wouldn’t and yet you are muted in shock. He freed Taehyung.

“Go. Go wherever you want to go”, Yoongi croaks, sinking in on himself, “just go.”

Taehyung sobs, crawling to you even though the hard concrete is rubbing his palms open.

“Darling”, he croaks, reaching for you. 

But you barely even take him in. Your eyes are glued to Yoongi, burning in your tears. 

“Darling”, Taehyung tries again, touching your ankles with nimble fingers. 

With your heart breaking in your chest you look away from Yoongi, eyes flitting down to Taehyung. He looks so helpless, barely keeping himself from collapsing on the florr.

“Taehyung”, you whisper, fingers shaking as you help him up, “I’ll help you, hold on to me”, you say weakly, slinging his arm around your shoulder so he could lean on you.

“My sweetest…” Taehyung whimpers and lets his head fall on your shoulder. He is so heavy in your arms, barely taking steps.

“Let’s get you out of here”, you pant, gripping his waist tightly, “you’re finally free, you’re free.”

You need to keep going, leave that awful cellar behind. All that matters is that you get him to his bed. He needs to rest.

Yoongi lies forgotten for now. Yoongi, who watches you leave with tears streaming down his face and silent apologies on his lips. Yoongi, whose body curls in on itself and who only a second later is kneeling on the floor, weeping for the happiness he had once again destroyed.

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[kirascottage]

You don't have to do this if you don't want to but can do you do headcanons for young Sirius Black comforting reader with a horrible father?

two weeks

sirius black x gender-neutral. reader

summary: sirius comforts you after a bad christmas with your dad.

word count: 0.7k

cw: i accidentally wrote a fic not hc’s bc i read that wrong i’m so sorry, super short/super rushed, crying, mentions of alcoholic father (inferring abusive), mentions of absent mother, being disappointed in a parent, swearing, hurt/comfort

Two weeks.

Two weeks of ivory downfall and tiny specs of white decorating the land where children would be off with their parents in their overwhelming joy and boisterous laughter under viridescent trees with beaming lights and uneven shreds of wrapping paper decorating their flooring.

Not everyone had the opportunity to enjoy the merry joy of Christmas itself.

Rather than those children, you found yourself huddled in your room for the remaining fourteen days of the holidays while your father had wandered around in temporary addled bliss with booze slid between his fingers and his vocal cords strained from shouting.

Your mother had been nowhere in sight as your father, a man supposed to love and protect, would wonder the square footing of the house with a creak in his step as the faint noises played psychological torture with your psyche.

Two weeks was all it was; it was all it took for a small blabber of words to escape his mouth as it left you feeling like you had nothing. Therefore, upon your arrival back to Hogwarts it had felt like a Christmas miracle following the new term and its possibilities.

You had joined Sirius on the aged platform along with James and his deafening laughter. Sirius had been ecstatic regarding his time expended with the Potters and had much to speak apropos to it.

The feast, although had been filled with Dumbledore's mumbles of the new comings of the year and its wondrous possibilities, was enough for Sirius to direct his eyes next to him as the moment had been no more than dull or tedious to him.

His irises first glanced at your waterlogged lashes, and the tiddly streaks of moisture dotting in your cheeks were next.

It was like a children’s puzzle that was put together within minutes when he had figured out what had caused your distress.

He had excused himself from James, Remus, and Peter once the feast had ceased; The boys had heretofore done the same as Sirius - analyzing your quietness and your dulled behavior.

Nearly ten minutes later he had you curled in his lap, sat atop his bed in the shared dormitory yet the moment had filled with forlorn whimpers and your cries. Your final woes escaped your lips when he had finally inquired why you were distressed.

“S’alright, darling,” He whispered delicately, “I’m right here, I understand.” He pitifully continued.

You continued to weep. Your thumbs had collected your falling tears in haste at his murmurs, thoroughly embarrassed as to your blubbers amid his words.

“He just does this every time, and it fucking sucks because when he’s not falling over things absolutely drunk he actually seems like he’s gonna try harder; then he just doesn’t, and it’s disappointing all fucking over again!”

He almost couldn’t bear your sobs. The water stream of tears falling from the cerise rims of your oculars was a melancholic sight tearing open his heart.

“I know, baby,” His hand delicately stroked at your spine. “I know, and I'm here for whatever you need,” Sirius affirmed firmly before speaking once more.

“Mirrors can be cruel sometimes and when your dad looks in his eyes, and when he realizes what he’s done to you and what he’s ruined. He’s gonna realize s’too late. ‘Cause after school's done, I’m taking you, wherever the bloody hell you wanna go.” He spoke almost poetically.

“It’s me and you, and the boys of course, but it’s you and me.” He whispered amid his sentence sarcastically, a trembling grin gracing your lips.

“There it is,” Sirius whispered again, the pad of his thumb dancing faintly across the clammy skin of your face.

“Thank you, Sirius.”

“Don’t thank me,” He shook his head. “It's you and me, forever.”

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[scattered-winter]

So the last two posts about the Batfam and health have made me think about how they would stretch and relax after a hard day of crimefighting.

Recovery is really important for people who are very physically active, because their muscles are doing all this hard work, and they need time to unwind and recover from that. Recovery days are just as important as workout days, even if they seem like they don’t do much for you. I’ve been thinking about how the Batfam would spend their recovery days, so please accept this senseless drabble <3

Bruce

He’s been doing this a long time, and he knows what works for him. He’s also considerably older than the other vigilantes in his city, so Bruce stretches out his muscles very slowly and gently. He’s moderately flexible; not like Dick, but he isn’t stiff, either. He can touch his toes without bending his knees, and if he stretches and warms up first, he can touch the ground, too. Maybe he does some arm swings or torso twists, to stay loose, but nothing extreme.

Since Bruce wouldn’t know “relaxation” if it bit him on the ass, he usually spends his recovery days in the office, looking over cases while putting ice or athletic tape on sore muscles.

Dick

He’s the most flexible person in the family, and of course he loves to flaunt that. He doesn’t just touch his toes, he can place his palms flat on the ground. Behind his ankles. And he does it All. The. Time. Dick does his stretching while watching TV or something else where he can just sit and stretch out without having to move much. Jason walks in the room and Dick’s just laying on the floor in the most complicated yoga pose like “..’sup.” He also likes to hang upside down from the chandelier in the main room at the manor and go through his acrobatic stretching routine

When he’s not stretching, Dick is either taking a nap or taking Haley out for a walk or light jog. Something to get his blood pumping, but nothing that’ll really make him dig deep.

Jason

He’s not flexible At All. Jason’s workout routines and fighting styles are more of the heavy-lifting muscle-type stuff, so what he lacks in speed and agility he makes up for in raw power. He can’t touch his toes (Dick teases him ENDLESSLY) but he does like yoga. He’s not super great at it, but it helps him stretch out and relax when all else fails

When he’s not stretching, he’s rolling out his muscles and taping them when needed. Jason’s also very fond of chocolate milk.

Tim

He’s very meticulous about his recovery days. He knows what stretches are best for him, and he’s pretty flexible, too. Tim can 100% touch his toes, and he’s trying to get flexible enough to touch the ground, too. Tim also likes yoga, but he does it more as his time to be by himself and think than to actually stretch out. He doesn’t really do yoga with people, except Cass, but they just kinda vibe in silence. She does her thing and he does his, and they’re great

When he isn’t stretching out, he’s looking over cases with Bruce. He’ll always have some kind of sports drink with him, and he and Bruce will just hang out together

Damian

He’s probably one of the most flexible people in the family. Not on Dick’s level, but he’s pretty damn close. Damian can easily place his palms flat on the ground, and he sometimes stretches out with Dick while they watch TV together. Dick’s been getting him into animated shows like Avatar the Last Airbender. (Damian pretends to hate it but he’s secretly completely obsessed. He wants a space sword And a boomerang now).

When he isn’t stretching out or taking care of his body, he’s painting or drawing. Sometimes he dips his bare feet in paint and just walks across the canvas. Once in a while he gets out his charcoal and accidentally smudges it all over his hands and face so he looks like a kid dressing up as a commando soldier for Halloween. (I just have a lot of emotions about Damian and art okay)

Cassandra

She’s the second most flexible. The only person more flexible than her is Dick. They have flexibility contests for shits and giggles. Cass also just stretches out Anywhere. Y’all know that part in B99 when Rosa Diaz is just casually doing yoga poses in the weirdest spots? Like on top of shelves? And inside closets? Yeah. That’s Cass. She scared the shit out of Tim once when he was coming downstairs in the middle of the night for a drink of water. She was in the pigeon pose on top of the fridge. (Tim: *filling up a glass of water*  Cass: hey Tim: *screaming*)

When she isn’t taking care of her muscles and body, Cass is chilling with Tim. While he’s doing yoga, she’s just watching bad action movies and judging the special effects and fighting choreography

I might do another post like this later. Idk. I’m currently having a lot of fun looking at superheroes and vigilantes through the lens of an athlete, and thinking about what they would need to do to keep their bodies at their best

#i know i didnt do duke but i dont think i know enough about him to really accurately capture his personality here </3 #im still pretty new to this fandom so im still trying to figure out the characters' personalities and shit #anyway you wouldnt know it by looking at my blog but i really do love duke i just dont know enough about him #sorry duke stans im trying #anyway please accept this <3 #it is once again late at night and i am once again sleep deprived #also i believe in cass and tim friendship supremacy #and damian and dick being bros/best friends/father and son #superheroes and health #winter speaks #dick grayson #nightwing #jason todd #red hood #batman #bruce wayne #tim drake #red robin #damian wayne #robin #cassandra cain #orphan #batgirl #black bat #batbros #batkids #batfam #batfamily #headcanons #batfamily headcanons

[ultrahpfan5blog]

Thoughts on B99 season 8 and the finale....

So I must admit, I have been putting off watching the finale as part of being in denial that the show has ended and there are no more new episodes to come. And just like Terry, I was not in denial of being in denial. But I finally pulled the trigger and watched the final two episodes and I do have a lot of thoughts about it and the final season.

Firstly, about season 8 has a whole. I will begrudgingly admit that this might be the weakest season of the show, and a large part of it being due to circumstances surrounding the show. Now weakest does not mean it was a bad season. Weakest seasons of B99 is better than 99% of other shows, pun intended, but I think this season struggled a little dealing with the seriousness of the policing storyline but still trying to find humor, combined with the short episode order, and trying to find appropriate endings for the characters. Its a valiant effort and the season is still enjoyable but I don't think it was completely successful at juggling everything.

The fundamental problem with the policing storyline that it is inherently serious and that clashes with the tone of the show. There was a sense of tonal whiplash throughout the season as a result. It was a bit of a problem when a show as progressive as B99 but also a show that is inherently about good cops trying to do good in their community has to try and appeal to a fanbase that considers policing fundamentally as corrupt. Its a tough line to ride and while the show does try, I can't say it completely worked for me. The premiere was arguably the most uncomfortable episode to watch because of the subject matter and the show was very brave to do that and also later in the season when the show put its lead character as Jake as the person in the wrong in a policing matter. But because of the severity of what is happening in these episodes, its tough to find them very funny even though there are hilarious moments in these episodes. Holt getting huffy was great. But in the end, these aren't episodes that I necessarily feel like revisiting. Also, because the issue of policing is big, it had to be done over the course of the season. Which meant 4 out of 10 episodes were relatively serious. I think Blue Flu is the best episode of the bunch in the storyline as it managed to give us a heartfelt storyline with Jake and Boyle as well as do a good job giving Holt a showcase against McGinley's O'Sullivan, who was an excellent antagonist. I felt the resolution of the storyline was a little too pat and convenient. I know they mentioned that O'Sullivan was re-elected for life but they also made it seem like their proposal could change the NYPD which seems like a very tv thing. I also admittedly rolled my eyes that Amy got promoted from Sergeant of Uniformed officers to being a Chief. No way do I buy that type of promotion. That's like a 5 rank promotion I believe. And if its possible, it kind of felt like uncomfortable favoritism on Holt's part.

The best episodes of the season were the episodes in between the policing storyline, because they were lighthearted and fun and played to the strength of the show. However, the airing schedule also kind of worked against it. The tonal whiplash was very evident because we would get one fairly serious episode coupled with one lighthearted episode back to back and it did feel weird while watching it. I feel like if this was like a 15 episode season and the policing storyline was a bit more spaced out, it wouldn't have felt so weird tonally. I loved Balancing, because of the realistic portrayal of how parenting can be. I also really loved PB&J. I know people have varying opinions on the Pontiac Bandit but I really loved how sweetly sentimental the episode ended up by the end. I also liked that Boyle got to be a part of the episode because I always wanted a Jake, Judy, and Boyle episode. I think the way the season executed the Holt and Kevin storyline was exquisite. I was initially not sure why they went about the route of spitting them up but they did an incredible job at their reunion storyline. The Lake House was a hilarious start. I love that the show came through on the commitment of their vow renewal from like season 2 I believe. Holt and Kevin got the vow renewal, the romantic kiss in the rain. It was wonderful. The season had some strong peraltiago moments, specifically in Balancing and in the finale.

The one episode I was a little meh about was Game of Boyles. I really don't think in a final season which already was so short that we needed an episode about Boyle not being a blood Boyle. It wasn't even a particularly big showcase for Joe and Charles' weird habits. The highlight of the episode was the big Holt and Kevin reunion but the episode was otherwise a bit flat. I think because of the fact that the episode order was so short, a few of the characters seemed genuinely wasted. I believe Stephanie Beatriz was pregnant throughout the shooting. With Covid, maybe it was part of the deal for her to be a more minor role but apart from the premiere and the finale, she really isn't used much despite the premiere kind of pitching her as a driving point of this policing storyline which then pivoted mostly to Holt and Amy. Terry was really completely sidelined all season. He's a hilarious side character in some episodes like The Lake House but he didn't really have a single episode where he got to be front and center. Boyle got a few good moments but, like I said, Game of Boyles wasn't even really a big Charles showcase episode. I think his best episode was Blue Flu. The season really felt more lead centric on Jake, Holt, and Amy. Again, I feel this was mainly because of the fact that the policing story took up half the season and there wasn't really enough room in the rest of the season for the others to be showcased. As a result we didn't get any real detective episodes, no Pimento episode, no Vulture return, no return of Jake and Amy's parents etc... all of which could have been fun.

I feel like I have pointed out the issues I had with the season quite a bit, mainly because the show has set such high standards for seasons past. The episodes are still ranging from decent to really good. I don't think there is any episode that comes as an all time B99 classic in this season, but there isn't any real bad episodes either. So its still a solid season, which brings us to the finale.

The finale was fantastic and I loved every aspect of it barring one specific element. I think the showrunners made the right call by knowing what the show is good at and making a true lighthearted romp as the final two episodes. The heist is just too important a tradition for the show not to happen and it feels appropriate that the show ended on a grand heist. The finale did an incredible job incorporating so many guest stars seamlessly. I also loved that Gina got to come back in a substantial role in the finale. Given how big a part she was in the show, it was only right that she was there at the very end. Almost every key relationship got some great moments. Jake and Amy had some heartfelt moments, Amy and Rosa had a lovely moment, Jake and Charles had a great friendship moment. The only relationship I would have liked another scene with is Jake and Rosa, which is probably my favorite male/female friendship on any show. Loved that Terry gets to be Captain, which he deserves. But in the end, the heart of this show has always been the relationship between Holt and Jake. The final scene between them at the precinct is played completely straight and it absolutely brilliant acting from both Andre Braugher and Andy Samberg. It got me really teary and emotional. But wisely, the show ends on an upbeat note which makes you feel good that these people will always be in each other's lives. I also hope they use the notion of a heist to give us a holiday heist special every once in a while. I would love that.

The one element I don't like is Jake resigning and becoming a stay at home dad. Don't get me wrong, there is nothing wrong with being a stay at home Dad or Mom. It just doesn't make sense for me for Jake. I think everybody saw hints that he was going to leave the NYPD, and I was ok with that, and I love the fact that the show used Jake's want to be a father as the basis of his departure because that makes sense for him as a character, but I just don't seem him being happy just as a stay at home dad, no matter how sweet that sentiment is. Andy Samberg doesn't get enough praise with how he sells emotional sincerity, but just two episodes prior, Jake was moaning about how he was incredibly bored during his suspension and how he was desperate for interaction to the point of going to the Boyle house for distraction. On top of that, he admitted to being really bummed that he was unable to catch Franzia himself. It just doesn't seem like he would be happy being away from a life without investigations to keep his mind working. Investigating wasn't just something he did just to earn money, he genuinely loved it. I would have felt better if he said he was going to join Rosa as a PI or start his own PI business. Just a one liner saying that he would do something which would continue his passion while still being able to be there for Mac as a parent. It also gave me an uncomfortable callback to my least favorite episode of the show, Casecation, where Jake was mocked when he argued that having a child might compromise their jobs which they both loved and Amy argued that getting promoted would allow her more control over her hours. And now we are at the finale and Jake's argument was completely right and in the end Jake is compromising on his professional career for Amy. There is no doubt in my mind that Jake would have wanted to continue being a detective and a father were it not for the specific circumstances. Jake choosing his family and Amy is no surprise, but I doubt that would have been his preference. On a more practical note, it is not even remotely believable that a couple with a small child living in Brooklyn can survive on a single income, even if Amy is a Chief. I am absolutely certain that the original endgame was for him to join the FBI. They introduced that idea at the beginning of season 7 for a reason. I think it got torpedoed because of the rewrite of the season arc. I like to headcanon that Jake got back to doing investigating on some level because its a shame if he isn't able to use his natural talents to use.

Anyways, the season overall isn't the home run I hoped it would be but given the circumstances, they did a pretty solid job. It isn't necessarily the season I would revisit as much on rewatch but it still delivers the heart and humor that we love from the show. A 7/10 for me. Like Jake said, goodbyes are inherently sad but the show has had a good run and I am glad its getting to go out on its own terms. I will miss this cast together and I really hope they all find success and I can follow them to other films and tv shows. So lets give it up for the cast and crew. One last time, NINE-NINE!

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