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𝑬𝑵𝑫𝑳𝑬𝑺𝑺 𝑵𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻 ║ Chapter 10 - Exit Seraphim and Satan’s Men

| ENDLESS NIGHT | series masterlist | main masterlist | | PAIRING(s): Joel Miller x fem!OC/reader, Ellie Williams x platonic!fem!OC/reader

| RATING: explicit material | 18+ | WORD COUNT: 4.4k | CHAPTER WARNINGS: references and discussions to active/passive sewer slide

| CHAPTER SUMMARY: Joel is left with no choice but to confront you after learning some unsettling things about your recent activities around Jackson. He isn’t willing to let you spiral, but you have to decide how deep you’re willing to let him get into your struggles.

║ＰＲＥＶＩＯＵＳ ║⋄── •✧• ──⋄║ ＮＥＸＴ ║

✧⋄⋆•✧⋄⋄⋆⋅⋆✧•✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆•⋆⋄── •✧• ──⋄⋆•⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧•✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧•⋆⋄ ✧ "𝙶𝚘𝚍 𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚔𝚢, 𝙷𝚎𝚕𝚕’𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚍𝚎. 𝙴𝚡𝚒𝚝 𝚂𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚂𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚗’𝚜 𝙼𝚎𝚗. 𝙸 𝚜𝚑𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙰𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚍." ─ Sʏʟᴠɪᴀ Pʟᴀᴛʜ ✧⋄⋆•✧⋄⋄⋆⋅⋆✧•✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆•⋆⋄── •✧• ──⋄⋆•⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧•✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧•⋆⋄ ✧

Your mind was more of an ailment than an aid to you these days, and it was no more obvious than mornings like this. You’d forgotten your signature clipboard on your way out the door this morning, and you are now tasked with trying to make mental notes over and over again until they stick. It was going to be an absolute mess trying to recall all of this information later and notate anything that made any sense.

Part of you knows that you should just go back home and get it, but that sinking, negative voice crowding in your inner dialogue assures you that it wouldn’t make a difference anyway. That you’d just find something else to fuck up on today.

You meander in between and behind the buildings lining main street and try not to linger for too long at any one spot. You are back from your “time off,” but you aren’t really ready to see people yet. There was a special kind of shame that bracketed itself around your heart at the thought of being a failure. All the familiar faces passing by would take one look at you and know you’d become useless to them, to the entirety of Jackson. Someone who is supposed to help everyone but can’t even remember to grab her own clipboard before leaving the house.

Pathetic. A disappointment. Useless.

A pair of heavy footsteps draws your attention up. Joel is trudging towards you with a hellbent glint in his eye. You really don’t want to see him right now, especially when he has that particular expression. His words during your last argument still stung where they’d sliced you to your core. You’re still upset with him, but you’re even more angry at yourself for missing him.

It was hard not to when you went to talk things over with Ellie and he’d turned into the kind, attentive Joel that wrapped you up in an instant. Making sure you ate and drank. Holding you as much as you’d allowed him to in his kitchen. Sending Ellie to check on you throughout the week. Seeming like he actually gave a shit about you. Apologizing more than once for his actions with such earnest appeal that you really did want to believe him.

Joel is in front of you before your sluggish brain can command you to hightail away from him. He doesn’t hide his fierce examination of you. You can see him taking you in bit by bit, and you aren’t sure what he’s looking for. You know what he sees, though. Your eyes are hollow, sunken into the dark circles above the apples of your cheeks that bear a dull hue. Your listless stare and even more unkempt than usual braid complement your downturned mouth and slumped shoulders. You are empty handed, your signature clipboard missing; your hands are balled into fists to make up for it. 

Joel looks you over silently, searching for something, looking for some kind of tell. His gaze pauses on the dry, chapped spots on your lips. Your usually spirited demeanor is blunted, and it’s as though your harrowed insides have leached out through your skin and made it look desaturated, even against the timeworn planks of wood that line the back of the building behind you.

If Joel thought you would ever agree to it, he’d tell you any disagreements are being put aside until he could take you home and tend to you until you get enough rest and care. He knows he could take you in right now, fuss over you, help you, hold you, protect you. He wants to.

“I’m not just gonna stand around and wait for you to figure out what about me you’re gonna pick apart next,” you mumble under your breath.

Joel is about to respond when you abruptly turn and walk off. The direction you’re heading is unimportant so long as it is away from him. You can’t think when he’s around, and you can barely think right now as it is. You crease your eyes shut in frustration when you hear the signature hulking, heavy tread of his boots following you.

They were the same footsteps that comfortably ambled through your bedroom and carried their occupant through a tour of your most private spaces and belongings. They were the same footsteps that had lingered on your porch when Joel insisted you make sure your doors were locked so you were safe. They were the same footsteps that had walked alongside you on the trek to the axe and knife throwing where soft, hungry eyes had trailed over your body and face. 

It was hard to understand how two such contradictory dispositions were housed in the same person.

Joel outpaces you easily in a few strides and hooks an arm around you. He hastily guides the two of you down a quiet stretch on the backside of town center.

“Get off, Joel,” you hiss, shoving his hold on you.

His jaw clenches to the side in disagreement, but he honors your wish and releases his grip on you. He slams his hands into his hips in frustration and looks off to the side for a moment in thought. His eyes snap back to you, and the intensity there makes your blood feel cold with anticipation. Some sick part of you is gorging on the morsel of focus he’s directing at you. Some small part of you is thrilled that he’s channeling so much attention and energy directly into you. You hate how much you crave for him to connect to you, even if it’s just colliding and burning.

“You can be all disgruntled, Joel, but you’re the one that just dragged us both back here with no one else around to distract either of us from each other,” you scoff. The secluded area only amplified your mutual agitation and fixation with one another. “Wouldn’t’a needed to cart you over here if you were ever agreeable to a fuckin’ thing,” Joel clips out. “You’re seriously lecturing me about how I need to be more agreeable?” you snort in disbelief.

“I woulda asked, and you woulda said no,” he contends.

You open your mouth to argue back, but it sets in a hinged hold when you accept that Joel is right. As usual.

He pinches the bridge of his nose and draws in a deep breath. “M’not tryna fight with you right now,” he sighs. He almost sounds tired, too, you think.

“Must be boring when you win every time,” you laugh darkly. “Not much fun if there’s no challenge, right?”

You look away before you do something stupid like cry.

Joel can see you’re wavering already. If he wants to get the truth from you, he will need to be more gentle. There was no easy way to confront you about the sedatives you had obtained under false pretenses, but he has to start somewhere.

Joel’s palm lightly curves along the back of your bicep. You can’t turn to look at him yet, so you settle for watching where his hand is starting to circle your arm while his thumb is smoothing passes against you.

“Your sleep been bad still?” he asks. He almost sounds nervous, but you aren’t sure why.

“Why do you care?” you spit.

You are caught off guard by the gentle touch and the gentle question. Every time you interact with Joel, you feel like someone has slammed your heart into a blender and is diligently looking for an outlet.

Joel shrugs, a bored glance lazing across the horizon. Trying to give you a false sense of space and privacy to your thoughts. “Just that I have a good supply of somethin’ that would help if you needed that sort of thing.”

Your gut is starting to ring the alarms at the direction of this conversation. You play dumb and hope you’re wrong - truly meaning it at this moment. 

“I don’t think downing a bunch of hard liquor is exactly what the doctor ordered,” you snort derisively. 

“Nah, nothin’ like that. Somethin’ a bit more ... natural,” he settles on the ambiguous and definitive.

Your heart starts to race as fast as your mind, and you employ every quick-witted, smooth talking trick in the book you can think of.

“Are you trying to say a real good fucking from you will do the trick? Because I’m not interested,” you snap, knowing damn well that is not what he’s getting at.

You glance up at him to gauge his reaction and see if you’re going to be able to get yourself out of this unscathed. Joel cocks an eyebrow, amusement at your blunt retort momentarily diverting his attention.

“Whiskey and sex, huh? Not where I was going with it, but I like that way you think,” he huffs in a laugh. Neither of you miss the subtext of raw honesty there.

You are swarmed with a frenetic energy to make this conversation come to a close. Maybe you could just say that you’re kidding, that whiskey and sex does sound like a good idea right now. That would undoubtedly get him off this current topic. You shake your head at the desperate escape plan your brain had just offered. Dammit, he was closing in on you. You were losing to him again. You suck your cheeks against your molars and clutch the hem of your shirt as Joel redirects his focus onto his line of questioning.

“Actually, it’s a special homegrown blend right here from Jackon’s finest herb guy,” he says as you quickly avert your gaze away from him.

Joel is having none of that and tips your chin up to look at him. “You know Will, I’m sure. Probably helped him settle into town like everybody else.”

Your ears are burning. Joel was flushing you out. He was backing you right into a trap. You don’t care. At least it will be him that is going to catch you. You want to be caught. You’re tired. So, so tired. You don’t care if Joel’s wins anymore or if you lose or if you both lose or win together.

“Turns out he’s got some real strong stuff to help people sleep. I mean, I could put in a good word for ya, even. But hell, he probably wouldn’t mind just practically handing over whatever you asked for.” Joel’s eyes narrow at you. His hand cups the curve of your cheek. His breathing is ragged and feverish. Yours is much the same, with want and a longing for him to just let you fall into him. To give yourself permission to fall into him. To have him drop whatever this strange interrogation is.

“What is this, Joel?” you huff.

Joel’s fingers felt like flames licking at your skin, and you wanted to feel it scourge through your entire body. His hands belonged on you. It didn’t make sense for them to be anywhere else but on you and your body. They fit your valleys and curves and bends too well for it to be anything other than right and predestined. How could his hands fit around anyone else the way they fit around you? You know he feels it, too. How could he not? Your stomach tugs at his closeness and contact. His large brown eyes seared into yours. It was incapacitating.

“This is me tryna give you a chance to be honest with me,” he answers firmly.

Your rapid blinking was yet another tell Joel clocked.Your nails dug suppressive crescents into your palms as you bit your lip to clamp down any thoughtless remark that dared to come out.

“Window’s closin’,” he cautions.

“I don’t owe you anything,” you snip.

The pealing clangor in your ears is almost deafening. Every neuron in your body must be firing off simultaneously. You’re alight with every combination of body chemistry possible. One moment you’re far away, and the next it’s only you and Joel pressed close. It’s all becoming too much.

You’re supposed to be angry at him right now. You’re supposed to be holding him accountable. You’re supposed to ignore him until he’s groveling. You’re supposed to shut him out and keep yourself protected from his mean streak. You’re supposed to demand better for yourself.

When you start to pull back, Joel’s grip on your arm closes tighter.

“You don’t get to make the rules when you drag other people’s names into a situation,” he retorts.

He moves to haul you up against him with an arm around your back, but you squirm in protest. It was as though he was trying to keep you grounded here in this moment, like he knew your intentions and thoughts and consciousness were all transient.

“Whatever, Joel. I’m going home,” you snarl.

You wrench your arm from his grasp, snatch your head away from his palm, and turn on your heel to leave. You can feel hot pricks of humiliation making their way to the edges of your eyes. You’re a failure. You can’t keep up. Joel is running circles around you in a race where you don’t even know where the finish line is.

Joel grabs your arms and turns you around to face him again. His hands firmly ground you in place in a lock around your arms. You look up at him with as much defiance as you can muster, but you know your body is giving away all your secrets. Your nostrils quiver as you squeeze a breath in through your nose, pushing back the impending tears. Why can’t he just demand that you let him pry you open? Why can’t he just push you until you give in? Why can’t he make it so you aren’t so afraid of getting hurt by him again?

“Get off of me. I said I’m going home,” you grit out.

“The hell you are,” he huffs. “You think I’m just gonna walk around like it’s perfectly fine that you’re usin’ me as coverup for whatever scheme you’ve got goin’ on? Fuckin’ makin’ up issues about me so you can get your hands on some sedatives?”

You only give a microscopic shake of your head in reply. You don’t know why he keeps harping on about the tea blend. Why did he care this much? Did he care?

Joel’s jaw muscles twitched as he continued. “You better start talkin’,” he commands in a dangerously low tone. It wasn’t threatening, but it carried plenty of promise to let you know you weren’t getting out of this.

You wanted to scream at the top of your lungs that it was his fault in the first place that you even needed something to sleep these days, and the least he could do was let you use his name as cover for you. The least he could do is comfort you. You didn’t want anyone knowing that you were spending your nights wide awake for fear of being brought to consciousness in sobs that wracked your entire body. There wasn’t a single night that you weren’t slamming upright from sleep, gasping for air in a full blown sweat at the horrors plaguing your slumber.

Every time you close your eyes, the demons inside your head rip and claw their way through you, ambushing your psyche over and over again, leaving nothing but ruin and destruction in their wake. The nightmares consumed you. They bled into the daylight hours now, too. You couldn’t escape it. You knew people would worry.

You had already seen the way some had looked at you today, doing a double take like you were some ghoulish apparition appearing before them. You knew they would want to help. You don’t know what would help, though, and you didn’t know who you’d want to help you, anyway.

“If you’re thinkin’ of doin’ somethin’ stupid, you better believe I will tear every floorboard in your house up and take down every wall panel until I find that mix you got before I let you do anythin’ remotely close to what you got in mind,” Joel snarled as he gripped the nape of your neck so that you had to look directly at him.

His voice was firmer than you had ever heard it. His gaze could pierce right through you, and whatever he was talking about had him ready to do and say whatever he had to in order to follow through on the vow he just made.

“Joel, I’m fucking tired, and I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you sigh wearily. It’s the truth, and you are struggling to find yourself in step with Joel’s meaning.

“Don’t fuck with me,” he snaps, lowering his face so that your noses are touching.

“I’m NOT,” you insist, your voice starting to break. “I’m sorry I used your name, okay? I didn’t think you’d find out, and people wouldn’t be concerned if it was you who needed something to sleep rather than me needing it. I don’t know why I said it was for you. I just said the first name that came to mind. It didn’t mean anything!”

The last part was a lie. You knew why. You couldn’t get him out of your head, and in your sleep deprived stupor it was harder and harder to govern your thoughts about him.

Joel’s eyes tighten, watching your face for any sign of dishonesty. The tears break the barrier of your bottom lashes and begin trickling down your face. You don’t know if it’s the exhaustion or the fact that Joel has been a spectator to your unbearable lack of dignity far too many times now, but you are quickly finding it hard to keep it together. Heart. Blender. Outlet. Switch flipped to ON.  “I just wanna go home,” you whisper, closing your eyes in frustration as you feel the wet, hot trails spill down your face. You rest your forehead against Joel’s.

“Look at me,” he commands.

You open your eyes, and, even through your obscured, blurry veil of tears, his gaze is still visible with a burning fortitude to fulfill his objective. You hiccup pathetically as you hold his gaze, the will to fight leaving your body in a mass exodus.

“Do you want to hurt yourself?” he demands bluntly.

You scrunch your face in confusion. “What? What hell are you talking about now, Joel?” you sniff.

“Why’re you gettin’ a bunch of sedatin’ plants? You got somethin’ you’re gonna mix ‘em with?” he barks, giving your shoulders a collective shake.

It finally clicks in some miraculous moment of divine intervention.

“You think I’m trying to get something to make me sleep? As in, forever go to sleep?” you rebuff.

“FUCKING ANSWER ME, GOD DAMMIT!” he thunders, annoyed at your unwillingness to give him a clean and clear no.

You wince at his jarring vehemence. He almost sounds scared, the sort of fright that makes people desperate. 

“I’m not trying to fucking kill myself, Joel. Jesus Christ! What is wrong with you? Why would you even think that?” Your capacity for Joel’s verbal whiplash was beyond burnt up. Dealing with this was even more tortuous on such little sleep. “And why would Will even give somebody the ingredients to do that kind of thing? Come the fuck on,” you snap, exasperated at his ridiculous ideas. 

Despite your rude explanation, Joel relaxes slightly at hearing you soundly deny any hint of wanting to harm yourself.

“Grief makes people do stupid shit,” he murmurs so quietly you almost miss it.

Joel is so close to you, but not in the way you need him to be. He is right here in front of you, yet he couldn’t feel further away. It was enough to make anger swell up inside you all over again.

“Oh, right. You’ve just been through it all, haven’t you, Joel? You’re the final say on how people should deal with things they’ve experienced. I had forgotten,” you scoff, shoving your hand across your face in a weak attempt to clear the tears and snot.

You might not know every last detail of his past, but you know enough to understand that your words are hurtful. Joel bristles at your condescending, unfeeling taunt. He drops his hands from your arms and stands straight, never breaking eye contact.

You swallow down the next acidic thing you were formulating when you see his face darken. You glance to the scar on the side of his temple and back to him. His jaw clicks to the side as he offers you a small nod in affirmation of your sudden understanding. The revelation dawns on you in waves of shame: the reason Joel might think you would hurt yourself when everything was getting to be too much was because he had been down this road before and had entertained the option himself.

The haphazard trajectory of shame, anger, humiliation, regret, back to anger, and now landing squarely in guilt was too much for you. Your shoulders sink. Your arms dangle limply at your sides. You hang your head and give into your tears. You step into Joel’s middle, unable to look him in the eye.

“Fuck,” you breathe out in a shake. The remorse for your tactless words overpowers whatever ego you had left. Up until a few moments ago, Joel was worried you were considering ending your life. He was just trying to make sure you weren’t going off the deep end - or somewhere you couldn’t come back from.

Joel takes a deep breath and wraps his arms around you. The warmth and size envelope you in an instant sanctuary. You can’t constrain your body’s regulations of your misery any longer. You slump pathetically in his hold as sobs ravage through you.

You don’t try to hold it in anymore. You don’t have the energy. Joel’s hand rubs your hair, stroking your thundering headache that has formed. The outpour was clipping your breaths into convulsive gasps. Maybe if you were lucky your body would just succumb to the exhaustion and knock you out for a few days.

“Ssshh. Christ. Come on. Just–” he sighs like every angry feeling is leaving his body in one fell swoop “–just quit that and c’mere,” he soothes, bringing you as close as you’ll allow.

Your dead weight arms flop their way to his sides, and your hands feebly grab at the fabric of his shirt. He holds you there for what seems like forever, indulging you in your overdue surrender. You feel like you’re in a stupor, and all you want is to be at home in bed. 

“Let’s get you home safely, okay?” Joel suggests.

You don’t argue with him over it, but you decline his offer to carry you, insisting you will walk by his side instead. You don’t want to be anywhere that makes it easier to meet his eye. Your guilt and shame is too consuming for the nerve to be perceived by anyone, especially him, right now.

Your gait is as much of a mess as you are, but Joel doesn’t say anything about the constant correction and support he has to provide as you walk down the secluded route to your home. You don’t register where you’re walking, but you feel like it’s taking longer than it normally does. And it is, partially due to the fact that you can’t even walk straight and partially due to the fact that Joel has mapped out a path to your home that avoids all the parts of town guaranteed to have people milling around.

He knows you don’t want anyone seeing you like this. Hell, he knows you don’t even like that he is seeing you like this. But you don’t have much choice in the way of that, so you notch another loss on your board and move on.

You make it to your doorstep, but you stand unmoving in front of the lock. Joel fishes your keys out of your pocket and opens the door, nudging your back gently to signal you inside. You lean against the closest wall, and the cool gusts of air from outside have stopped fanning your face. You feel your shoes sliding from your feet, a strong hand steadying you to the wall, your jacket coming off.

Some lethargic steps later and your head meets a soft pillow. Your hands can’t hold onto the burly arms wrapped around you, but you're reluctant to part from them. The heavy hug of a blanket drapes your body.

Your heart soup sitting in the blender can’t be repaired. You aren’t even sure it deserves to be repaired. You can only hope your viscous, rotten insides will metamorphosize somehow inside the shell of yourself. A decrepit cocoon for a broken person. Maybe one day emerging as something entirely different from what you are now.

“‘M s’sorry, Joel,” you sniffle, sounding far off.

“Sorry for what?” he asks somewhere above you.

“Bein’ thissway.” Another layer settles onto your back as you press further into the soft space beneath your stomach and head. “Enough,” Joel says, putting an end to your pity party. “Sleep.” You turn your head back and forth in sloppy shakes. “M’scared,” you warble. 

Your eyes are too heavy to lift. You can feel strands of hair stuck to your face being brushed away. You don’t know if it’s you or Joel doing it. You haven’t slept properly in almost six days, and you are teetering on delirium. A firm kneading circle along your back. That’s definitely not you. You couldn’t reach there right now if you tried.

“Scared? What are you scared of, sweetheart?” Joel asks softly beside your head.

“Dreamssss,” you slur.

Joel shushes next to your ear. Your sluggish reach for him lands midair. A warm hand meets yours. Your languid pull bids for Joel’s companionship. You feel your body moving as if it's on a delay, one fluid motion settling you further into your bed. Some rustling. Two thuds.

The mattress dips next to you as an inviting heat joins you under your covers. Rolled to your side. Your face dissolves into the warmth as it permeates through you. A quiet whimper at the feeling. Your palms pressed against the chest of this fortress by your side. A cradling arm encasing you in this haven. Wandering presses of warm lips against your scalp and forehead. 

“I’ve got you. I’m right here. M’not goin’ anywhere, honey. M’right here. You can sleep.” His soft reassurances almost echo in your ears from your dazed state. His hand is tracing warm bands along your back.

You sigh contentedly at his proximity and protection, and everything after that blurs into black.

Title and chapter quote are both from Mad Girl's Love Song by Sylvia Plath. It inspired so much of this chapter and its themes. Mad Girl's Love Song (MGLS) deals with the pain and sadness of losing a lover. It also address the subsequent feelings of isolation and detachment from the world. MGLS is about denying reality and creating your own, just to deal with the pain. Wondering if you've imagined it all, if anything was even real to begin with.

There's a line repeated over and over in it ("I think I made you up inside my head"), and I feel like that's where EnNi Gal is at with Joel. Wondering if she has concocted this idea of him, the soft side of him that nurtures her and calms her, never sure if it's true or if it's something she's made up in her head. Unsure if that version of him really does exist, especially for her. There's this idea of disillusion where maybe she's imagined all these things in Joel can exist for her and because of her. Especially with shoddy mental health and lack of sleep, food, etc. it can feel impossible to know what's up or down or left or right.

Even at the end of the chapter when we can clearly see that this side of Joel really does exist for her and because of her, she's still so sleep and care deprived that she doesn't know anything for certain.

I wanted to convey the ebb and flow of clarity that comes at dark times. Moments where logic is present but fleeting. Moments where truth and stories start to blur, and you don't know what to believe or what to think or what's real anymore.

I hope you all enjoyed! Next week is super dark lmao just a heads up. I'll put the appropriate chapter warnings and everything, but we get to see some of the grittier parts of her past and the things she's done. Because let's remember, Joel doesn't quite realize he isn't the only one who has done some really fucked up things just to survive and protect family.

Catch ya later,  ♥Puddles♥

#fic: endless night #EnNi #joel miller #pedro pascal #pedro pascal characters #joel miller x oc #tlou fic #joel miller hbo #joel miller fic

[ramblingoak]

Thank you @angellayercake  for the WIP tag.  (also I’m excited to see you continued that lil story 👀)

So this is from the Copia/Aether fireman AU I’ve been working on.  This particular scene is Terzo trying to give Copia a pep talk over the phone (not edited or anything be gentle with me):

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“Did you get his number?” 

“Who’s number?”  His laptop made an angry beeping sound and Copia glared at it. 

“For the handsome fireman of yours.” 

“Isn’t it 911?”  The annoyed groan Terzo let out wasn’t really necessary.

“No wonder you’re perpetually single, you need to start recognizing a chance when you see it.” It was Copia’s turn to groan this time. Terzo let all those romantic books he taught about go to his head. 

“A chance for what?” 

“A one night stand?  A boyfriend?”  Terzo sighed dreamily and continued.  “A lover.” 

His laptop beeped again and then the screen abruptly went dark. “Fuck.” 

“Mmm yes a quick fuck.  That’s the spirit.” Copia rolled his eyes and shoved his phone between his ear and shoulder. 

“I don’t need any of those things, Terzo.”  He needed a new laptop, that’s what he needed. 

“I’m just trying to say a night of passion would probably do wonders for you.”

“It’s easy for you.” Terzo gave an exaggerated gasp. 

“Are you calling me a whore, brother dear?” 

“No, what I’m trying to say is not all of us are born charming.”  Copia jiggled the power cord but it had no effect.  “Also not all of us have a never ending rotation of TA’s.” 

“It’s not my fault they get riled up when I’m talking about Jane Austen.” Copia huffed out a laugh.  

“Mr. Darcy has nothing on you Terzo.”

“Alright, alright. Continue to live your life celibate and alone. See if I care.” 

“I’m not alo—.” 

“Your rats don’t count, Copia.”

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I don’t want to pressure anyone with a tag so if you see this please post any fic or art wip you have if you want!  

#my fics #my writing #i love au's #aether in a fireman outfit haunts my dreams #copia x aether #my wips #copia fanfiction #copia x aether ghoul

[oathkeeper-of-tarth]

17 30 and 32! (In case it didnt go thru before oop)

As a matter of fact it did not! I thought ask-eating days were behind us, but I guess some things never change.

17. they’re crying—what did it take to make them cry?

Failure, especially if related to something she promised someone. Frustrated, angry tears at being unable or in some way powerless to help someone she cares about are a good bet.

A particular in-game incident? This one time, Ez failed some checks and got possessed by a vengeful spirit during a particularly unpleasant series of encounters towards the end of the campaign when we made Strahd Fucking Pissed. So she started attacking the already pretty run down party and, of course, she went for Ramiel first because that's peak drama, right? And of course she rolled a crit with her rapier (to add insult to grievous injury, Ez usually rolled like garbage whenever we had her with us). So Ramiel, adamantly refusing to actually fight her and being a wee bit Utena-stabbed just then, held onto her and cried on her a bit. It was great, a deadly reflection of previous fun bonding sparring sessions they’d had, thematically resonant, all of that. I love playing these games, man.

I did write her having a good post-back-from-the-dead cry here.

Another specific incident that comes to mind is something that happened while we were playing out our little epilogue in Barovia, tying up loose ends and such. In the catacombs of the big bad evil castle there’s a whole maze of crypts, a lot of which are traps, or cool items for adventurers to find, or just awful puns - or all of the above. In particular, there is one haunted by the ghost of a person with a horribly punny name obsessed with flying and making some sort of winged contraption. I believe the idea is a player character opens that specific crypt, fails a save, then gets controlled by this ghost and tries to leap into the chasm below the castle in an attempt to fly. So while clearing out the castle after its master’s defeat, we came upon this crypt, and Ramiel deliberately failed the save, used her once-per-day one-minute glowy aasimar wings ability, took the ghost on a little spin around the castle towers in the bright glorious newly-restored sunlight, finally letting them find peace. Was it her or the ghost shedding a few tears as this happened? Probably both of them. I realise this is a joke/trap, but it actually turned out really touching and genuine and post-big bad defeat cathartic.

30. how do they handle confrontation?

Oh, that’s an easy one. 100% RIGHTEOUS ANGER. Was managed down to a fuming, angry simmer during extra touchy incidents later on, but only with great effort.

32. which of your decisions led to their voice being the way it is?

Hm, we don't really do voices too much. Funny NPCs sometimes, PCs not really. We did have little hype sounds for our VTT for when your turn would pop up in combat! Hers was a snippet of some angelic choir or other overlaid with a shinkkkk of a sword being drawn. It was pretty fun to make.

Speech-wise, were Ramiel to give some sort of inspiring, rousing speech bolstered by her super high charisma score, it wouldn't be based on fancy wordplay, or refined, thought-through oratory or trained speechcraft (our artificer is into all that and also high-stakes international diplomacy, hah). It would just be clear, straightforward, no-nonsense, and absolutely agonisingly earnest. The kind of… you just want to believe it, right?

My favourite thing about the way paladins and the whole "holy knight" concept were done in 5e was that it wasn't tied to a patron deity or similar. The oaths are essentially… believe in your beliefs and stick to your convictions so hard it literally gives you supernatural powers. Probably my favourite take on paladins and the one with the most personal appeal is Pathfinder’s Virtuous Bravo (the swash! the panache!), but Oath of Devotion is absolutely up there.

After finishing the actual Curse of Strahd adventure, we moved from 5e to Ironsworn/Starforged and let me tell you, this gal is all Heart.

#ask meme #blorbos from my tabletops #oathkeeper replies to things #gonna take my horse to the old svalich road #ramiel #dnd #tabletop #curse of strahd #jeejyboard #jeej got my back always!!! thank you

[a-luran]

I ADORED the fic (I am a complete coward when it comes to horror and I was Scared but it was way too good to stop reading regardless of any nightmares that might be coming.) All of your work this week has been so amazing and I feel so lucky that you write and post it where I can read it.

About today's fic especially: I gotta know... Everything. Just, everything. What's going on with Alasdair? Why won't the people who live nearby help Arthur's friends? The radio call at the end - WHO MAKES IT AND WHY? Also, it felt very supernatural with the way the first night went/the mask, but then Alasdair seems... Not supernatural, anyways. So I am also wondering about that.

Literally as much as you are willing to share I am begging to hear, I am so invested in this.

anon ♡♡♡ thank you for reading!! I wouldn't keep going if it weren't for the encouragement, I really appreciate it.

As always aye haha this fic (The Restless) has LORE, and out of all the one-shots I submitted it's the most likely to develop into a multi-chapter story.

The title of the story and one of the word prompts for the day are the keys to the question 'is Alasdair human?' The answer is resoundingly not any more. I'd like to explore what he is more thoroughly in another chapter or one shot but in simple terms he is a restless spirit given shape by the land he inhabits. Orkney, where the story is set, has a rich folk tradition. I was lucky enough to spend some time there a while back working on a project but for a quick read on some of the more popular Orcadian ghost stories I would direct you here . If you'd rather a book on fae-like folklore I'd also recommend The Mermaid Bride (and other Orkney folk tales), a retelling by Tom Muir (this one makes for a very good gift!). Alasdair is a walking contradiction. Undead and not. Human no longer, but a man nonetheless. Restless.

Arthur though doesn't see him as anything other than human which is equal part intriguing to Alasdair and courageous on Arthur's part. This would come up in future instalments but it is also just generally true that whenever I write Arthur (especially in human AUs) he is trans. He has been put in positions where people have tried to frighten him, take advantage of him, have abandoned him rather than stand by him and defend him all of his life. So as well as being frightened he is angry. Righteously angry, which makes him brave. He is faced with this otherwordly threat wearing a man's face and his response is to see right through the supernatural and straight into the humanity Alasdair still possesses. He wears a man's face, has a man's eyes; the only thing monstrous about him are his actions. Or at least that is Arthur's logic, coloured admittedly by his scepticism. Part of him is also still just trying to hold on to a rational, human explanation because otherwise well, oh shit oh fuck that is an undead ghost man. He'll come around though.

(Incidentally, if Arthur hadn't gone poking around in the middle of the night he would not have caught Alasdair's attention. If only he had stayed behind that stone wall, on the bothy's grounds, none of this would have happened. Restless, indeed.

I should also point out that for all that Alasdair acts a little animalistic at times, and processes things the way anyone would after a few centuries of social isolation, he admires Arthur and his resolute commitment to life. Arthur fights and digs in his heels and bites him. Alasdair will be carrying a mark from him forever. He admires that Arthur is clearly aware that he is outmatched but he still runs and crafts weapons and keeps on breathing.)

As for the locals, they do help them once it is safe to operate the ferries and carry out the search. I didn't go into it in detail but opinions amongst them are pretty split, even if Arthur's friends (and Francis in particular) feel like they are hiding something from them. Sadly there is a sense that the lads brought this upon themselves and lost a friend due to their own folly; the reader and some of the more superstitious folk know that they meddled with something greater than themselves and paid the price, but there is a good amount of people who might cry fowl and blame them, the only witnesses, for Arthur's disappearance. So if they are reluctant to help it is partly out of suspicion and their own reservations about these strangers who came back to the mainland with this wild story to tell. They would have been questioned by police extensively to the point that even they might start doubting what they saw and what happened that night, and part of them might want to stop thinking about it out of guilt. The only person who refuses to move on if Francis which brings me to your last question. The call on the radio.

That's for him.

#freagradh #Francis comes back to the island for answers and closure and DUN DUN DUN #something is calling him back there #or more like someONE #Alasdair has a more thorough backstory of how he ended up a dead man walking roaming the grasslands and cliffs

[sunflowersanddaydreamsingreen]

TW overdose, death

I guess I should tell the sunflower story. It comes with a couple poems I wrote for my friend Nick who ODed and died in June. They are at the end. I wrote the first poem before the acceptance kicked in and when it did, boy was it awful. I was so angry. I wasn’t angry that Nick relapsed, or that he was using, or that he ODed, or even that he died. I was mad that he was dead and mad at him for it.

Saturday a couple weekends ago I was having a particularly awful grief day. I was in my car listening to a fantastic femme and queer led Heathen podcast called Heathen Wyrdos. (Go check it out!) In this particular episode they were talking about UPG (unverified personal gnosis) and about receiving confirmation from deity and/or spirit. They said to ask for a sign and make it so oddly specific that you couldn’t logic your way out of it. Now, I’ve never been one for signs from the universe or signs from god or anything. Maybe some serendipity now and again, or a well placed coincidence, but not an actual direct sign. I though what the hell, though. I could constantly feel the emptiness in the world where Nick used to be and I was exhausted and in pain. I said, if you’re still with me, I want to see 5 sunflowers by the time I pull in at the lake.

Well I didn’t see any sunflowers that day and thought Ah, well it was worth a shot. But the next day? Sunflowers everywhere. I saw real sunflowers, a painting of a sunflower, sunflower emojis, a business card with a sunflower on it, just so many sunflowers. Then, I went to my first grief support group and the woman who started the organization and led the groups was wearing a sunflower shirt. Their symbol is the sunflower bc when sunflowers can’t find the sun, they turn in toward each other. Then, as I was leaving she said, “I hope you get to see our sunflowers bloom soon.”

Was that enough for me? Nope. Completely oblivious until that evening when I was sitting under my favorite tree scrolling Facebook. I thought, “boy there are a lot of sunflowers,” and then, “OH!” I lost count that day at 27 sunflowers when I tried to stop and remember them all. It really shook me. Before Nick died, I firmly believed that after death we just stop existing. That’s it. We become worm food and nutrients for trees and feed back into the life cycle of the planet. I felt a lot of comfort in this. After Nick died, I started hearing his voice, but I don’t believe in that sort of stuff, so I reasoned that it was memory of his voice and my brain comforting itself by thinking of what he might say if he were with me. I still don’t know about all that, but the sunflowers got to me. I couldn’t logic my way out of it.

Shortly after that, on my first day of work at a new store, an old friend of ours came in that I hadn’t seen in years. He gave me information that I desperately wanted, but was honestly a lot better without. It fucked me up. I mean bad. I was a wreck the rest of the night. Later that week I wrote another poem. I said, “if you’ve found your smile again, send me another sunflower.”

A couple days after I wrote the poem, I was texting a friend that I am working with on a cause directly related to Nick’s death. We were trying to coordinate a time to talk on the phone. They said, “I hope the meeting goes well,” and sent me two hearts and a sunflower. When I asked them about it, they said they didn’t know why they had sent it because they’re usually very intentional about that sort of thing. Then I told them the story.

Every day since then, I have seen at least one sunflower in some strange sort of way, sometimes a bunch of them. One time it was on a coffee mug that I had bought bc it had a gnome on it and didn’t realize there was a sunflower on it until the next day. Another was on a shirt I found at a store that I liked — last one and in my size. Another time there were sunflowers in the bathroom at a restaurant I went to, one time on my little niece’s new diaper bag, once in a new display at work that I didn’t see until I ran into it. They’re everywhere.

My next tattoo is going to be for Nick. It’s a quote from an Andrea Gibson poem that says, “What I want most in the world is to live the rest of my life desperately wanting to live it. I want to give that to you.” And of course, sunflowers. I don’t know that I’m a true believer in signs or life after death or anything, but I’m happy knowing that he’s ok and I’m happy knowing that, in some way, he’s with me.

July 16th, 2022

Sunflowers

The last time I didn’t answer my phone,

somebody died

but you didn’t even call first.

It’s hard to figure out who left who.

I hugged you extra long

the last night you sat in our circle

because some dark part of me already knew

I’d never see you again.

You left, but I quit first.

Or maybe I’m just projecting —

Projecting over the chasm of a 2 1/2 year long goodbye.

I want to reach back through all that time

and tell you that your eyes remind me

of the center of a sunflower.

If I dress it up in metaphor, I’ll never have to admit

that I was in love with you.

You smiled like your backbone bent

ever in the direction of the sun.

Did you burn out?

What was it like on the day your sun set for the last time?

Did you cry out from the ground for water?

Did the pills get stuck in your throat?

Did you fall asleep dreaming of shade?

Where you scared ?

Who did you wish would burst through the door

just before your eyes slid shut

to remind you that you were worth saving?

You are *still* worth saving.

Did you see it coming?

Did you want to?

They were wrong.

It’s not “every day clean is a miracle.”

It’s every day *alive* is a miracle,

But sometimes miracles drown every living creature on earth

except for the chosen righteous few.

Well they chose the wrong one!

You were more human than I could ever be,

more alive than I could ever dream of.

You weren’t just another flower, you were the sun.

They say that the sun will die one day too

and that the blast will kill us all if we survive that long.

This feels like the test run.

I don’t know how I’m still standing with my back straight

Without your light to remind me

how warm the center of a sunflower feels.

So many of my poems end with I should have these days

but the truth is just that I was in love with you

and gave it a million different names.

Now the only name I can remember

is grief.

July 26, 2022

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I wish your suicide hadn’t been so slow.

I want that for you

just as much as I wish you weren’t dead.

What kind of hell did you run through?

Did you laugh in the flames or did your heart break?

Were you having the time of your life or watching your life slip away?

I don’t even want to know anymore.

I got 3/4 of an answer last night at work and threw up in the parking lot.

I didn’t recognize your ghost anymore.

Do you see your reflection when you look at yourself over my shoulder

in my bathroom mirror?

I want to break it into twice as many pieces as my heart.

Instead I take a sharpie and write

“You are a goddess and you bow to no one”

across my forehead in the glass.

I can get it off later if I scrub hard enough,

if my brain convinces my heart of my mortality again.

I don’t know what I believe anymore.

That will happen when the dead sends you 27 sunflowers.

I don’t know how to live like this.

Everyone has a suggestion or a fix and none of them fit

the way the sunflowers in the tea pot on my altar do.

I took your picture down, moved it to the shrine of the dead

and lit a candle underneath .

I have heard that to blow out a flame is disrespectful,

but I did it anyway when I couldn’t bear to see your face in the light anymore.

What do you call it when you hit rock bottom and keep going?

I don’t want the answers but the questions linger on my tongue

like the orange market spice that I drink every day

just to feel you close to me again.

My stomach is the closest thing I have to a heart these days.

Maybe that’s why the moments that really hit me

make me feel like throwing up.

I want to purge the reality out of my body

but I don’t know how to write about anything other than death anymore.

I stand behind the cash register reciting your epithet to customers under my breath.

I sit next to the ice cooler where no one can see me and I cry.

I “fake it until I make it” through a 3 hour long panic attack.

I miss our old friends.

I want to hear your name from someone else’s mouth,

but when he walked up to buy his milk and bread

after three years of being forgotten,

it almost put me into the grave right next to you.

I raged for the rest of the night.

I cried in the candy isle where there are no cameras.

I screamed inside my lungs until there was no more air,

until I sat gasping on the floor next to a mug of dandelion tea

that I brewed to give me strength on my first day of my new job.

I wonder what the night would have been like if I just had water.

When we closed I scoured the internet for your records,

trying to learn why you were ordered back into the rooms.

Instead I found your middle name.

Did you see your reflection over my shoulder

as I wiped the mascara from my face in the men’s room.

I left my sharpie at home so the only thing I saw in the mirror was your shadow.

I don’t want to know anymore.

I don’t want to know where you went or who you went with.

I don’t want to know how many times you ODed before it killed you.

I don’t want to know what her name was or how long it took you to die.

I just want to know you’re ok now,

the Nick I held too long that last Thursday night.

If you’ve found your smile again,

send me another sunflower.

#overdose #death #OD #12 steps #addiction #addiction recovery #addiction awareness #addiction and recovery #overdose awareness #messages from the dead #messages from the universe #messages from spirit #sunflowers

[theorist-influencer-untitled]

4.5.24 Friday

1:51 am

Marry me Pilot Garret???

2:05 am

Frustration.... Getting older for nothing... I feel bad... I feel HURT!!!

2:12 am

I still have windblow... I feel bad,ugly,fat and old for nothing...

9:57 am

Ready to commute with Mommy Peachy... Hoping a dad like Pilot Garret can give me a car hahaha... I love his face...

12:49 noon

Uncle Jun went here and really observing me awhile ago.... Hmm... He just asked if we have food, I said yeah! There are food that he brought here yesterday...

1:01 pm

I'm listening on radio that it is ohkay to be single and people don't need a partner... I want a partner for sex that I want a particular face.....My body needs it but my body wants the one she wants like Pilot Garret. The reality I'm so fucking frustrated for 17 years, I'm fucking imagining the face that I wanna fuck... I do masturbate... It is my sickness...

I feel bitter! Once I said or mentioned that I want Pilot Garret all through out of my entire soul, spirit and body... I want him so badly...

1:14 pm

I don't know.... I hope it is ohkay to scratch your back coz I'm so angry in life and I want you at the same time...

It wasn't acting...It is my way and it is returning that 17 years I can't have it and now I'm wanting Pilot Garret...

1:53 pm

This is order for Uncle Jun,gift by John for the bread...

I hope he will not destroy my order here for home improvement,I bought an "electric saver".

I bought an electric saver and this is guaranteed an almost half of your bill...

3:13 pm

Still, have windblow... Still, watching "True Blood", I'm on Season 2 on first few episodes, it is about the competition of vampire and people or human who hated vampires... But human here are doing the act of most of the vampire....My interpretation human here are jealous of vampires... Vampires can be good and nice... Vampires can be smooth or rough...But in "True Blood" vampires are somehow bad and always craving for blood. Vampires here killed some people...This "True Blood" it is about purely SEX!!!

Mitchang did you energize everyone??? Did she give me a "simple battery"? Is she a vampire now on different dimension???

I feel somehow jealous since 2007!!!

Where is Mitchang??? Is she a vampire now???

Mitchang, transfer me??? Are you a vampire on different dimension now???

Sookie is vampire but she have this " self-control" and awareness... What else???

On Season 2 there is an organization of human or people campaigning against vampires... But they copy the vampire and they even perfect themselves... They have perfect orgies session... They perfect their physical appearances for their campaign to hate vampires and one of the gatherings, is SEX ORGIES...

You get my point??? I want artist on screen, I'm fair! I don't hate people on screen... What is the right thing to do???

Be fair human!!!

5:05 pm

I still have windblow... I feel lazy to apply and I don't know, I'm waiting for Amazon and EXL... I'm out of money again...

Still,recovering from bugs bite from Conduent and dieting from eating free food that Teletech offered... That made me gained weight... But I feel self-pity.

But again on my age at 44, the only company who can accept me or this age is call center or to be an actual artist on screen.

I really wanna have Pilot Garret...Is that possible angels? I feel betrayed here since 2007... My body won't take their soul...

I wonder where are Mark and Mitch that I will truly feel HURT if they are Mickey Mouse for so long...

I need a new phone ,angels....My cables can't go in anymore on the hole... I can't record.... The sockets are loose already...

In a lil while if I can't have Pilot Garret, I need to get a job and they will smash my English speaking again... I can't understand Filipino's mind!!!

7:43 pm

I still have windblow,I wanna leave Cavite... I feel frustrated...

9:45 pm

I still have windblow... I wanna leave Cavite, there is no growth for me since 2007... What is the purpose?

I feel HURT! I feel HURT!!! I'm aging for nothing... Unfair, if I'm gonna die just like this... Unfair!!! My soul is shouting deep within...

11:14 pm

I still have windblow... I feel ugly,fat and old for nothing...

I badly need to go back to dentist, I have coffee stain... I wasn't able to go back... This is not my ideal aging, angels...Depressing...

I feel bullshit... I have amalgams, the ideal toothpaste for me is really expensive even if I don't have amalgams... I always drink coffee and there is a toothpaste for coffee lover and it is expensive.

11:20 pm

17 years for nothing... I feel ugly,fat and old for nothing... I'm planning to kill myself but what will happen to me??? Change something but I need to think deeply...

I feel so ugly... The curse is just spinning for nothing...

Again, if I will kill myself, I will have a video of it... I'm not stupid to just put it here, like this... I don't have plans to be killed by someone and just copy and hack this diary...

Again, if I will decide to kill myself, it will have a video...

#Youtube

[minty-bunni]

The best games are when you are doing the high school map, the ghost room is the gym, and you get trapped in the gym alone during a series of rapid hunts while your friends are stuck on the other side of the door screaming. Ghost refused to give us any evidence at all too.

We had a few seconds for me to try to find the door and talk between. 4 times in the gym and a 5th as I tried to find the way out of the school in general.

"Oh, I think Bunni is dead." "Nah, I ran in circles and am now lost." "Use shift!" "I am!" *more hunting*

#phasmophobia #bonus points if you have no sense of direction and are blind as a bat #use shift #i was using shift #what if it is a gym ghost #IT IS A GYM GHOST #*gasp* and they were gym ghosts! #joke is on the ghost #i survived 5 hunts and found my way out on my own #okay so my sister standing in the school doorway waving a flashlight helped too #but I found my way to that flashlight #and it wasn't even a banshee #it just liked people alone and I got mixed up and went the opposite way from the friend I was with when checking the gym #really really really angry spirit just went fuck you in particular

[semischarmed]

Projection

Have I ever told you about how the astral plane works? So, here’s a little secret about me. I’ve been dabbling the past few years a little in lucid dreaming. Well, it turns out I have a knack for it, and it’s amazing, I can go around doing whatever I want. I climbed Mount Everest, flew through the skies, visited Paris. The possibilities are literally endless. And, me being me, I like to go around in these dreams trying different ways at possessing people.

Of course, since it’s still a dream at the end of the day, the experience is somewhat detached. As fucking hot as it is, flooding my dream self inside my hot neighbor, or phasing into that cute barista at the Starbucks down the street, I always wake up to a sense of disappointment. There’s only so much the brain can make up. I’m not particularly smart or imaginative either, so it honestly feels like half my energy is spent just trying to maintain that dream.

So that led me to try other means. Of course, the next logical step was astral projection. Unlike a dream, when you project, you yourself are experiencing the world- the real world. I wanted to try my hand at projecting into people.

I found a book online that detailed specific steps on how to achieve this. I think this was where the trouble began. In addition to being a great lucid dreamer, I was apparently an astral projection savant. The book mentioned it could take months before I could manifest my full body outside the physical plane, and years before I could untether and explore the world. It took me two days before I was able to leave my own body and jump inside people.

All things considered, astral projection is a bit of a dead end. I thought I’d be able to jump inside people, control them, live as them, fuck as them, the works. Well, the human body is resilient. It knows what soul belongs in it, so there’s not much to do inside someone, you can’t really influence what they do, and people seem to pick up on the odd sensation of someone else being in the room with them, so even when I do jump inside someone masturbating or fucking, half of them stop on the spot. Still, when you’re in someone who’s a little more fearless, you feel their body as them, and, let me just say, it’s hot being inside someone when they masturbate. It’s like feeling your own hand do the deed, but you feel it as them. You feel every muscle, every feeling, every thought. The hot ones kind of suck at it, but the afterglow is pure bliss.

This book gives one strange rule on projection though: Twins, especially identical ones, are unique. They hold a special bond. “Do not project into a twin.” Given this ominous warning and my curiosity, and given how much of an expert I already was at this whole projecting thing, I had no choice but to try.

———

The first time I projected into a twin, was magical. Of course, I knew immediately who I wanted to test this on. The hot twins who lived down the street who were especially close. They seemed to have different people over all the time so at the very least, they were active. I had my sights on one particular twin: Chase. Goddamn what a specimen.

I decided to go into a sleeping Chase as a trial run during one of my late nights. The twins apparently slept on the same bed, which was a bit weird but was perhaps a testament to to their closeness. I thought it was kind of cute. Like with all projection, the body resists the intrusion and I have to claw my way into him. Easy enough.

Chase’s twin Caleb immediately stirred with eyes closed in confusion- “Chase... are you there?” The slumbering Chase did not respond. Upon closer inspection, I caught sight of Caleb’s slumbering form talking to the spirit of Chase that he took inside himself. Oh shit does this mean what I think it means? Then I decided to move inside Chase’s body while his form followed my spirit’s commands. I knew it.

The first thing I did once I realized I had full control of Chase, of course, was to start playing with this new dick. In my excitement, I was immediately drawn back into my own form, awoken by my raging hard-on. Damn it! Fucking tease. I decided to finish beating it out, with Chase’s hot bod on my mind and a resolve from then on to get better at this projecting thing and stay longer inside him.

I made a fascinating discovery that day- a discovery that had probably prompted that ominous message in the first place. Twins are already naturally connected in spirit, so when you astral project into a twin, you can displace them and the owner’s spirit actually has a welcome place to go.

———

The second time I projected into a twin, I went into the wrong one. Equally unfortunate  was that they seemed to have just had a fight, sitting in and angry silence before going to their respective rooms. I really should have done more research as far as who lived where because the person’s back that I slammed into was none other than Caleb. Likewise, it was apparently possible for twins to resist the displacement. This one was a fighter. The first thing I try to do in his body is flow into each limb and untether him. This proved to be fruitless, as he was easily able to fend off my attacks, kicking me right out of his body. I wasn’t one to lose a challenge so I again attempted a different route this time, concentrating all of me into his mind- control the mind and the body follows. Failure again. My final route was perhaps the cruelest, I expanded and positioned my soul to encompass all of him and began an all out barrage for control of his bod. Back and forth, my spirit squeezed in and out into him from all sides until he could no longer defend himself.

Finally, his soul submitted and I felt an emptying motion, accompanied by a quick shout from the other room. “H-What the fuck!” Chase barged in, visibly shaking, hands on his head in a mix of pain and confusion. He looked at me intently with an emotion I could not attribute. In response I gave a quick smirk and flipped him off with his own body before stating “Caleb, you’re pretty cute too. You like this? This is mine now.” As I start doing poses with his body, the emotion of my temporary twin became clear. Desire.

I stripped shirtless and began doing push-ups with his body, easily clearing 70 before finally breaking a sweat. I stood up and raised my Caleb arms, imbuing the room with his scent. Caleb looked on from Chase’s body with silent intent.

I then used Caleb’s nose to sniff his own armpits, used his own tongue to lick it clean, used his own mouth to flash him a demented smile. “Caleb, you taste very good, just like your hot brother,” I stated “-cmon, join meeee Chase... let’s do something sacrilegious” I ended with a wink. Of course, my fucking body woke up again, just when it was getting good. In the process, Chase also fell unconscious, as the real Caleb returned to himself. As I felt the last of my spirit be pulled back, and the waking world return, I caught the troubling sight of Caleb, back inside his own body, furiously masturbating over the events that had transpired.

——-

The third time I projected into a twin, he fell into depravity with me. Truth be told, I was again making a beeline right for Chase because, come on, look this face. Just as I was about to claim that tight ass, I felt myself get dragged into Caleb. A-fucking-gain. This time felt different though- he was still in the body with me. That in itself wasn’t too odd, given our fight from last time, but even  stranger this time around was that his body was willing. It readily welcomed my soul. His form followed my spirit’s every move, yet I still felt his soul present, compliant. I decided to do what I meant to do in Chase and began masturbating. At the end of the day, they were twins after all, Caleb was still fucking hot to cum through, and I was not one to miss an opportunity.

“Well I think today’s little trip is gonna be a two-for one” I said with his voice as I finished. I then purged myself from Caleb’s physical form and headed straight for Chase until I felt a part of my current body pull me back. My spectral form attempted to claw myself back towards Chase, but Caleb’s pull had been too strong. He wasn’t letting me go. My spirit recoiled and slammed right back into his and I felt a part of myself stain Caleb. “I didn’t say you could leave,” he commanded, forcing me to watch as he began to rub our body with his warm seed. Hot. We both brought some of it up to our shared mouth, taking in all that we had just completed. “If you want, I’ll let you go so you can go inside that asshole Chase”, he states, “Make him dirty like me...or I’ll have to”. That last line definitely threw me off. Though I meant to to investigate further, I again felt the pull of the waking world from my own body. He moaned a quick “thank you” before passing out.

The return trip to myself equally odd. The human body naturally resists a little before accepting a spirit, even when it’s the owner of that body but somehow mine accepted me with no push back. Something was off.

Still, being inside these twins was fucking hot and I was not going to let a few unfounded fears stop me. I set plans for my return trip to them.

———

The fourth time I projected into a twin was also the most impactful. I once again aimed for Chase, but immediately ran into a confusing sight...

Standing before me was Chase, or rather, Chase’s body, unconscious in frozen discomfort. As far as his soul, however, I could see its form convulsing and contorting in pain. I then catch sight of the cause of that pain- Caleb’s spectral form was somehow deep inside Chase’s filling into him. It’s like watching an infection in real-time.

I stood, or rather hovered, in silence at the bizarre display I had witnessed. Evidently, that was a mistake, because before I aimed to leave this terrifying sight and head back, I notice Chase’s unconscious form raise its head, turn right at me and give me a toothy, wicked smile. “I can see you”. Chase’s body licks its lips. “You probably didn’t know this but independent little Chase over here has been planning on leaving for a while now. Said we should split. Move to a different cities. Live out our own.” Chase’s body opens it’s eyes and starts walking to Caleb’s slumbering form. He leans over and starts making out with the unconscious Caleb. “Oh Caleb” he moans “Don’t worry. I’m never gonna leave you” Chase’s lips gently pry open Caleb’s and he snakes his tongue inside. Parts of Caleb’s cheek puff up and back down as Chase’s tongue explores every crevice. He sucks a little before letting out a satisfied sigh “so...so that’s what I taste like,” he says breathlessly.

Chase then starts playing with himself right next to his twin’s sleeping form and I couldn’t help but get a bit aroused. “You always were the hotter twin” Chase says to himself as he continues tracing his own calloused hands all over. His attention moves to the unconscious Caleb, who he stops first to ponder for a moment before beginning to pump. He then positions Chase’s mouth over his original body to expertly deepthroat his own dick. This stirs the Caleb body to life, and he makes them both finish on each other off.

With both bodies, Caleb finishes licking himself clean. “Since it’s all me over here, this is technically just masturbating” he says confidently, as if to justify the disturbing sight I just witnessed. Caleb then positions Chase’s sweaty body behind his and has Chase wrap his sweaty biceps into an embrace from behind. “Like I said bro [moan], I’m never leaving you”. Two amused pairs of eyes then look directly at me. “You’re never leaving us either right? We have to thank you somehow for this,” they say, gesturing at their incestuous selves. I am immediately creeped out. After thinking for a few seconds, they chime in unison “Welcome to the family! We have a present for you”. With that, Caleb drops unconscious. That was signal enough for me, giving me shock I need to head straight back for my body.

Of course, by the time I get there, I instead see my own self, sitting naked, eyes rolled back and moaning as he maneuvers my hands all over. I see him continue to explore me, twisting my nipples, which, fuck that feels good, masturbating me, using my own body to maneuver in ways I never did before. With Caleb inside, my body moves with a confidence I never had. The experience is surreal. The sheer pleasure more or less stuns my soul on the spot. When my physical body finishes cumming, Caleb brings our hands to scoop it up and, oddly, it tasted different- slightly salty, slightly sweet, slightly Caleb. He sniffs our armpit and, again, the scent was rank, putrid, and nothing I’ve ever created. What was coming out of my body was undeniably Caleb.

“Mmmmmm... property of Caleb now” he says with my voice, as he rubs my Caleb-smelling sweat all over. Admittedly this was kind of hot. With an assured stride that I didn’t know my body could perform, Caleb opens my door, greeted by a Chase carrying his own unconscious twin. Caleb brings my body to his own and starts defiling himself. He turns his own body around and starts fucking it with my penis. Fuck that also feels good. With each pump, his own body starts to animate, ever so slightly. When he finally cums, my physical form falls unconscious and Caleb stirs awake. I take this as my chance to get back inside me. Success.. and god with Caleb smeared all over me, I smell disgustingly good.

“You’ll never leave me, right?” The body in front of me questioned. I’m a bit taken aback and try to stammer out a response “Uh...-“ before I could finish, Chase penetrates me from behind. “That would be a no” He whispers before giving my ear a playful bite. Why did he have to be so cute. This whole series of events was something straight out of my dreams. Despite this, my self preservation instincts kick into overdrive. Whatever this is, however good this feels, I need to get out. Fast.

As if he could read my mind, Caleb’s body smiles as he makes his twin use his rough fingers to gently grab my hair and pull me back. He leans Chase over to give me a deep, sensual kiss. “Oh well, Chase isn’t here anymore. Caleb took me, all of me. We’ve always had a deep connection... but he wanted more-I trusted him and he used that love to get inside me, pervert my soul... he’s in so deep inside me now that Caleb is all that’s left.” He wipes his sweaty face all over mine and continues making out. He then starts gyrating his hips, pushing more of himself inside my body as the Caleb body does the opposite and swallows more of my still-hardened rod with his ass. I feel the throbbing almost impossibly deep inside me from Chase’s dick as they proceed. “Thank you for this” they moan in unison.

They continue humping me from both sides, locking me in a paralyzed bliss. “We wanted to give you something special for keeping us close” they say. Then I felt it in my soul. Caleb. He pulls my spirit out and with his twin souls begin to fuck me in the astral plane. The feeling is indescribable. Nirvana. Bliss. Ecstasy. Enveloped by and merged to Caleb and Chase’s spectral forms, completion. This could be me. This could be us forever.

Then reality snaps back and I am floating alone. I finally regain my composure I try to head back to my unconscious, smiling body. No dice. “Occupied” it says with a chuckle. I head for Chase’s instead, “mmmm getting close” it moans. My body grins wider and motions to the unconscious Caleb. He spits with both bodies at his own motionless form. “Go ahead, take you new place, Caleb”. With no other option, I fill into the empty Caleb shell.

Chase and my body then start fucking each other. Hard. Messy. He’s doing more things with my body that I didn’t even know was possible, and as the original owner of my body, and the current inhabitant of Caleb’s, I feel both motions amplified. Im sure he feels the same.

As Chase, he turns my body around, and again rams his thick dick inside. My body involuntarily gasps, which causes me to gasp inside of Caleb. He forces a wicked, dirty smile out of my body’s face as he plunges ever deeper. He slips Chase’s sweaty abs onto my body’s back, wraps tone, sweaty Chase biceps over mine into an armlock from behind and takes plump Chase lips into a quick peck on my body’s cheek. My body then sags unconscious. Despite the sight, the smell throughout the sweaty combination was undeniably just Caleb’s.

Chase’s eyes flutter and his body trembles as Caleb repossessed his twin’s body with the extra soul he stuffed mine with. With double the soul inside, Chase exudes double the vitality and in that sweaty embrace, Caleb again gyrated his twin’s body into mine as he fills it with double the seed- double the soul. “T-thank you for the house warming present. I’ll take real good care of you-you’ll take real good care of us” he moans, as Chase’s body now goes unconscious as well. Dread fills me.

Aside from the odd cases with twins, human bodies know who their masters are. The act of imbuing a soul into a different body is, in and of itself, unnatural. So it was at this point that my empty body starts involuntarily writhing, trying to escape. I see tears well in my closed eyes, still unconscious from effort. Of course, as Caleb, I motion to protect myself from whatever was going to occur next and set to pull my unconscious form off the Chase embrace. Before I could pull my body out of the entrapment, it shoots awake, face swinging upward to face me. Bright white eyes shoot open. Behind my skin I see a force pushing deep inside, stretching it unnaturally. The visage of Chase appears, beneath my flesh, wearing my face like a mask. Though it’s Chase’s spirit he melds, the smile growing is undeniably Caleb. When it all settles, eyes roll back into place. Instead of my normal eyes, Chase’s pale blue orbs appear in their place. The crooked smile grows to a laugh on my body, teeth looking odd, until I realize it was Chase’s own molars poking through my own mouth. He takes shallow breaths and smears more sweat around himself, and though I can’t place if it was my own body’s sweat or Chase’s, the smell emanating is fully Caleb. Bones crack, skin shivers and stretch and contract and construct and I feel, from my own soul, a massive wave of nausea.

If astral projection into another is, in itself, an unnatural act, astral displacement, astral merging was another layer of corruption entirely, it was unholy. He was changing something in me, fundamentally. Wave after wave of Chase’s flesh bleed into my body from Caleb’s onslaught. My nausea shifts into a unique pain, a pain of the soul, originating from where he stuffed my physical form full of Chase’s seed-Caleb’s seed, mixing and amalgamating us into a wholly new being. Musculature appears in place of the frame of my body’s previous shape as more and more of it is twisted and contorted. Then, perhaps in one last push of defiance, my body screams involuntarily, and I, in Caleb, scream.

“So you’ll never leave me, like he planned to” Caleb says, with a mix of my voice and his, as he rams the last, massive part of himself into my body. My physical form’s face contorts in discomfort one last time before Caleb settles it into satisfaction. “Look at us” he states as he runs vascular new hands over my body’s new face and then uses that new face to give me a seductive wink. “We’re cute as a button”. The transformation was complete- my old self no longer recognizable in the new brother he had created.

The change, of course, had hit my soul as well. From inside Caleb I screamed...convulsed...shook... moaned... you know, the works. When that last bit of Caleb dug inside my spirit and changed me, I truly felt him, felt my twin, felt his love. I’ll be a better Chase for him than Chase ever was. Our souls are bonded for life. I am a part of Caleb now, and he is a part of me. Everyone experiences it differently, but we’re all grateful after to have Caleb inside us, to be a part of something greater. I like to think I have the extra privilege of being his twin, new and improved, wearing his old body’s skin while he wears and controls mine. And sometimes, with his permission, I get to play around inside the others. Sometimes we switch and he lets me jump inside Chase, like I’m doing now. The only body off limits is my old one. I like to think that makes me special, it’s the only body Caleb keeps his soul in 100 percent of the time. It’s proof of our special connection. And he wears the new me so well, better than I ever could anyways.

And, well, that takes us to today doesn’t it? Why even tell you all of this? Caleb likes you. I like you. We like you. And we think it’s time to expand the family again. You got some good traits to work with- we’ll get a lot use out of that bod, after a few adjustments. You’re probably feeling a little sleepy now. Sorry, guilty, that was me. Oh this thick Chase dick you feel inching deeper inside your ass? Yep, obviously also me. But, cmon future bro, dig deeper, listen with your body. What else are you feeling? Do you feel our love, throbbing in you? Do you something else, leaking inside? Do you feel these calloused Chase hands pulling you ever deeper into us? Do you feel him? Do you feel Caleb already worming himself into you? Good. Don’t worry, we’ll take good care of you. You’re gonna love us. We’re gonna be fucking hot together after we’re done with you. Welcome Home.

—End —

Wanted to explore something a little different with this one. Hope y'all like it!

#male possession #twin possession #male body swap

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Batboy Headcanons because I made this for me but you all can enjoy this too if want. (May contain mild NSFW)

Dick:

Has a weird relationship with unwanted gaze and the attention he receives because of his physique. He genuinely likes the attention but he draws the line when people start getting touchy. Just because he's shirtless working out doesn't mean he gave you consent to touch him.

Has good dieting skills but he's in his mid-late 20's and his metabolism has 0 signs of slowing down. He once ate a whole xl bag of M&M's in front of Steph and Babs and both said they wanted to murder him because he won't gain a pound.

Dick has ADHD and I'm sorry if you don't think otherwise. He has hyperactive type ADHD and while he's gotten better at controlling his symptoms he still stims stretching and flexing his arms and shaking his arms.

While not so much in Gotham, Dick is very politically active and volunteers at voter registration and working with organizations with the mission of police demilitarization in Blüdhaven.

Dick is a very sexually driven individual. However, I don't think it's entirely healthy. His ADHD also comes into play with this but Dick just needs to have a release at least twice a day or he'll feel physically sick.

I don't know if you all have seen male gymnasts. But Dick, like the rest of them, has FREAKSISHLY large biceps. Everyone talks about Dick has the best ass in the bat family and while Jason may be larger and stronger, Dick has the best physique.

Dick's apartment is littered with sticky notes in places such as the fridge/in front of his computer. If it's not written down and in a place where he can't ignore it, it's not going to get done.

I'm sorry I know everyone says his birthday is in March but I have to go to the older Nightwing comics and say his Birthday is December 1st. I want you to look me in the eyes and tell me this man doesn't give off Sagittarius energy. You can't. I respect you but you can't look at that and tell me that man isn't a Sagittarius or has super heavy Sag in his birth chart.

Dick's at home doing nothing but chilling? You best believe he's gonna be shirts off, tits out, and rocking some blue flannel PJ's.

Dick is currently the only member of the family asides from Barbara who is regularly attending therapy. And he actively encourages each of his brothers and sisters to go every time.

After his Agent 37 days. He sits down with Jason and talks about having to use a gun and how hard it was. And how having to kill people has affected him. When he had to kill the KGBeast (Agent 37 days he snapped his neck) I headcanon Dick just trauma v*mit*d. Jason hugged him and just consoled him.

It's canon that Dick has anger issues but to me, it's not explored or talked about enough and not a lot of people like to talk about it. Dick is very much the 'if I ignore it it'll go away' type when it comes to his anger and he can brush most insults or harassment off fine enough. But when he breaks, he makes Jason look like a saint. I'm talking slamming you into a wall and screaming in your face angry. He'll be profusely apologetic afterward but still.

Despite popular belief, I don't think he's that bad of a cook. He's just not very experimentative. He can follow a recipe and does look at some guides. But to me, Dick Grayson just is that guy who is like Chicken veggies and rice are a meal that I can cook 4-6 times a week.

Dick has a slight fear of dentists. He doesn't have bad teeth and has good dental health. He just doesn't like the idea of a drill going in his mouth and the few times Bruce has to take him to a dentist he had a panic attack every time.

Everyone lives for the fics where Jason beats the shit out of Tim and everyone is just like lol well Bruce and Dick just forgives him. No. When Dick found out it was Jason who beat Tim to the ground, Dick was literally seething and told Jason "Pick on someone your own size or else I'll make you wish you back in that f'ing coffin."

Dick's favorite foods (some based in Canon*): Milk Chocolate*, Cereal*, Asparagus, Bananas, Banana flavored candy, Hawaiian Pizza* (suffer its canon) Rum, thanksgiving Turkey.

Jason:

He may be the self-diagnosed black sheep (rightfully so) of the family, but Jason does genuinely love spending time with his siblings. Whether it be sharing memes with them on social media or just randomly showing up where they are and abducting them to go get ice cream/coffee/snacks.

He'd probably attempt to harm you if you told him this to his face. But he is the closest acting to Bruce out of all of the family. In terms of mannerisms and inherent warmth and kindness behind a dark façade.

Has two moods: either exceptionally, almost neat-freak levels of clean, or his life is completely falling apart and Jason can't tell you for sure what color his floors are because there's so much stuff scattered about.

Despite their initial hatred of each other, Jason truly feels closest to Tim and Tim is the only person asides from maybe Barbra who he can just talk to without feeling any judgment.

Jason only smokes when he's extremely nervous about an operation or a hit. For those who don't know criminal justice cigarettes are the fastest way to get genetic material on someone. That being said he does still like to smoke occasionally.

Me, plus a lot of people give him this sort of 'Lazarus Rage' as I like to call it. When he's in the heat of a mission or if he's getting upset/angry his vision will get blurred with green, and it feeds on his anger and just gets perpetually harder to contain until he releases it. Jason has gotten much better at controlling it. But as he will tell Tim or Babs, he's "seeing green" which means they need to be careful because Jason could kill.

Everyone says Dick is the mother hen. I see you, I accept you, but let me raise you. Jason came to realize that he died because of his rash decision to go after The Joker alone. If Jason finds any of his siblings out acting alone, or even at the very least without Oracle. Jason WILL forcefully interject himself and ask them what the fuck they think their doing.

I've said it before and I'll say it again. Trying to get close to Jason is hard. He will degrade you can attempt to try to get you to hate him before he lets you in (that cheeky Tsun of him)

He genuinely cares for and supports all of his siblings but has been rough on them needlessly. But if Bruce is being the distant or absent parent he is, you better believe if any of the siblings drops him a text or a call, Jason will be there in a heartbeat.

He's the most physically powerful of the whole Bat Family. You don't understand because of his time in the League, his time with the All-Caste, and having abused Venom for a time, he can snap an arm bone like it's a carrot with little effort.

Everyone in the family likes dogs and goes out of their way to gush over a dog, but Jason takes it to a whole new level. And even when he's masked up dogs just gravitate to Jason.

Can and has grown a beard in a matter of a few days. He usually likes to be clean shaven but some days he likes to wear a beard just to throw everyone off.

One time him, Steph, Tim, and Duke all went to a restaurant (Red Robin lol) and the waitress got his order wrong and his burger had raw tomatoes on it, Jason took the tomatoes off and ate it while looking absolutely miserable. Tim: Jay why did you eat that you didn't have to you know you could have asked the server to fix your burger. Jason, almost in tears: "She works really hard and she tried and I'm a scary dude I don't want to make her upset.." Duke: "... Jason you literally shot at a cop for looking at you funny the other day. But you're afraid of upsetting a waitress?!? I mean ACAB but dude.. "

Jason's happiest big brother moment™ was taking Tim and Damian to the shooting range and watching them both get their first bullseye.

You can't tell me Jason Todd was into the Emo/Screamo/Warped-Tour Scene. His favorite bands/Albums in no particular order, That's the Spirit (Literally the whole album is Jason Themed and I'm gonna die on this hill) & Sempiternal by Bring me the Horizon, Digital Renegade & Everyone's Safe in the Treehouse by I See Stars, The Resistance: Rise of the Runaways by Crown the Empire,

Jason Todd's favorite foods: (Also some based in Canon*) Burgers, Chili Dogs*, Lager-style beers, Freshly baked bread*, Neopolitan ice cream, grilled corn, and Chinese Chicken noodle soup with Duck.

Tim:

This boy *slaps car roof* gives off so much asexual energy. I know New 52 exists but I just feel like Tim is the person who really, REALLY has to trust you and like you before he's sexually active with you.

HYPERFIXATES. You also can't tell me Tim isn't on the spectrum/or has ADHD.

Is the only member of the family who regularly checks up on Jason and talks to him every day via text message. The two are memelords together and love to play pranks on the other members.

While Dick may give the most frequent hugs and Jason gives the tightest, most secure hugs, Tim's hugs are always the warmest and make you just feel good.

Tim's birthday is July 19th. Meaning he's a Cancer. Let that sink in.. no, really let that information just soak. (Note I have nothing against Cancer women, cancer men however....)

All of the bat boys really struggle with talking about their feelings. Dick will manipulate you into changing the subject via twisting it to be about you, Jason will just cut you off or will ignore you, Damian will deflect everything and harass you until you stop, Tim however, Tim is very emotional and while he's very calculated about who he's emotional with, he's not afraid to break down and cry if he trusts you.

Everyone who says he's the level headed Robin haha how's it feel to be WRONG. Tim is at best the least functional college student and at worst a lemming. 'No Tim, coffee isn't a meal I'm going to make you some food or I'm going to stick you in a room with Damian for an hour.' Richard (Dick) John Grayson.

People overblow how addicted to caffeine Tim is. But it's true. Just overblown. You can talk to him before he's had his caffeine just don't expect him to be anything but curt and blunt.

Everyone says Jason would be the worst at texting but it's Tim. He's the master of leaving you on read. While Jason may do it on purpose, Tim is just really bad at texting people and while he always will read your messages he forgets to respond unless it's really funny or really pressing.

Everyone sees Tim as this bean pole super skinny boy Robin. Tim may not be stacked like Dick or a freaking tank like Jason, but Tim is NOT super skinny. He's just as muscular and likes to work out as anyone, but he just is super lean, so he looks a lot bigger and his muscles are more defined because of how thin his skin is. He has those almost disgusting spider veins on his arm. Kind of gross to look at, but he's the dream of any nurse. This means Tim is also the king of accidentally sending/posting thirst traps.

He really is the glue of the Bat Family. Everyone kidnaps Tim for 'Tim Time'.

Dick likes to spar with and in general just hang out with Tim. Tim tried to teach Dick how to skateboard and you'd think the boy who mastered the trapeze would know how to skateboard but you'd be wrong.

Babs and Tim always hang out and talk about computer stuff and Babs knows she can vent to Tim about anything and he won't say a word.

Tim and Steph were a thing for a while and even though they're just friends now, they still are very close and the two have a very deep bond, liking to shop with each other and watch movies,

Cass just loves to be around Tim because of how calming he is but also she knows she can spar with him AND Cass can also skateboard with Tim too.

Even though him and Damian are always fighting, the two still end up being together and have this unspoken bond. They work great together on a team but other than that they still hate each other.

And while everyone still is hesitant around Jason, and despite the fact that Jason literally beat Tim to within an inch of his life, AND would still trigger Tim and taunt him about it. The two have this odd closeness that rivals even him and Steph. Tim will always be the first to bat for Jason. Jason was Tim's Robin. And despite the fact Jason literally beat it into Tim's head to "never meet your heroes." Tim will always be there for Jason should he ask. The two are just close. And it's hard to describe. Bruce has caught Tim and Jason just platonically sleeping next to each other or just doing their own things shoulder to shoulder silently, just enjoying each other's company.

Tim and Duke also have a really positive relationship with one another and the two can stay up all night just talking about anything. Their minds just mesh well together. The two also love to team up and prank the other members of the Batman Family.

Tim's favorite ASMR/Stim? Watching those Tik Toks of people cleaning computers or cleaning phones. The sound of an air duster is like music to his ears and if any of the Bats need their technology cleaned it secretly makes Tim so happy to help them.

Wear his hair up or wear his hair down? It depends! While Tim likes his long hair he also has gotten plenty of compliments for his short hair and likes to style it to suit any occasion.

My one pet-peeve with Tim is that he probably is that person who lets his privilege show from time to time. While he was essentially raised to just sit down, shut up, and be a perfect trophy son to the Drake's. The Drake's were in the same tax bracket as Bruce and Tim definitely was a rich kid. He never means to come across as spoiled, but sometimes Jason will give him harsh looks if Tim just throws away food he doesn't like or says things like Chipotle is 'poor people food'

Tim Drake's favorite foods (you know by now*) Donuts*, Shallot and Artichoke Pizza with Canadian Bacon* (odd choice but it could work) Artichokes in general are his favorite vegetable, Strawberries, and Beef Pho.

Damian:

I headcanon that he has the worst teeth of all of the Bat Boys and he actually has to use lingual braces. (Hence why you can't see his braces)

Canonically is a very good artist and while him and Tim don't get along, Tim introduced Damian to digital art and gave him a photoshop pack and a nice tablet for his birthday one year and Damian loved it so much.

Damian is a capricorn and I will die on this hill. A January capricorn too.

Now you want a good chef? You've got Damian. Having converted to veganism Damian has had to get creative whenever he goes out to eat so he tends to like to eat more home cooked foods. Damian loves all matters of mushrooms, eggplant, and bell peppers.

Damian really struggles the most with his wanting to just be a normal kid. Despite the fact he will dismiss you for it, anytime he gets to spend at Gotham Academy with Jon and the rest of the kids he's naturally the happiest.

Damian LOVES to give gifts. He loves the look on people's faces when they are shocked when they actually get something from Damian.

Despite the fact that he's been traumatized from both his times with Ra's and Talia as well as with Bruce. He just wants Bruce and Talia to be together because he loves them both equally.

While he's the least flexible and least gymnastic of the Robins do let your guard down around him. He is the fastest runner and the guy is rivaled only by Jason in terms of lethality.

So someone (Jason Todd & Duke Thomas) introduced Damian to trap music and ever since anytime his phone gets stolen people will be shocked to find he's listening to some combination of Lil' Yachty, X, Kendrick Lamar, Wiz, and Kodak.

If any random person tries to hug Damian he'll immediately push them away, he'll bitch and moan about just about anyone hugging him other than Bruce & Dick.

Damian loves to go to the beach/the ocean. He just thinks it's so vast and he loves the brineness of the air. Also being half white, quarter middle-eastern and quarter Chinese (Yes everyone forgets Talia is half Chinese) Damian gets DARK. And although he's just okay as a swimmer he still likes bogeyboarding and eventually wants to learn how to surf.

I'm genuinely afraid once Puberty is done with this kid and everyone in the family is. He has Bruce Wayne AND Talia Al-Ghouls genes and those are two SEXY human beings. Damian's gonna grow a beard one day and people aren't going to know how to act.

Damian secretly plays Fortnight and not even Jon knows. He doesn't want to get shamed. He'd rather lose a match and ruin his streaks than deal with the shame of anyone in that family finding out he plays Fortnight.

Damian Wayne's favorite foods (canon*) Cereal*, Avocados, Grilled Tempeh, his mom's Tabbouleh, Mushroom Tacos, and Vegan Sushi rolls, and grape juice.

Duke Thomas

Duke is like, freakishly good with a piano, and he picked it up naturally!

Also everyone says Tim brews the best pot of coffee in the Bat Family, cue to everyone's surprise when Tim was sick one day and couldn't make a pot. Only to find the coffee was freaking amazing. Duke didn't take any credit at first until Alfred let it slip that Duke was the one who brewed the pot.

Duke being the only Meta of the family originally thought he was the double-token because he was a Meta and a black boy. Needless to say his fears were seriously unfounded the moment he got to know everyone.

Although he somewhat fears Jason and his temper initially, he and Jason have one of the closest relationships in the family. If Tim isn't around to bat for Jason, Duke will happily take his spot. The two work on each other's bikes and grew to share the same taste in music.

Duke uses his Photokenetic powers as a force for good and for shenanigans. Jason wants to play a prank on Dick and Damian while Dick is reading Damian a story? Duke will hide Jason in the shadows and will cover up his shadow. Alfred dropped something in the dark? You better believe Duke will find it in 3 seconds or less.

Duke makes it a point to visit his parents every weekend to talk to them. Although they are making some progress in their recoveries, it's still slow going. Eventually, he starts bringing members of the family to see his parents. It started with Cass, then Jason, and the rest followed suit.

Duke loves playing video games with Damian and even helps Damian beat some tougher levels when Damian is about to rage and destroy the console.

Duke is into Magic the Gathering and you cannot tell me otherwise. Duke also is the DM for the Bat Kids annual D&D games. I can and will make a D&D Batfam Headcanons if asked.

Loves Pho just as much as Cass and Tim and they all call it a date night every now and then where they can go to a hole in the wall pho place. It's really a secret between the three of them.

DUKE THOMAS IS THE BEST SWIMMER OF THE BAT BOYS AND I WILL DIE ON THIS HILL. HE JUST THRIVES IN THE WATER.

Finding out his birth father is a supervillain was really tough for him. He went into a shell for a little bit afterwards. Cass and Steph were there to help talk him out of his funk.

Duke Thomas's favorite foods (lol what canon DC hasn't acknowleged our boy in a while..) Chicken Pho, Thai Iced Tea, Papaya, Crab Cakes, Italian Hoagies, his mom's Lemon Poundcake, mint chocolate chip ice cream.

I hope y'all enjoyed! Up next (eventually) will be the Bat Girls!

#Dick Grayson #Batfam #Batboys #Jason Todd #Tim Drake #Damian Wayne #Duke Thomas #Bruce Wayne #Barbara Gordon #Cassandra Cain #Stephanie Brown #Headcanons #Slight OOC but hey If DC can't stay in character neither should I

[honouredsatoru]

Ancient Greek deities x Jujutsu Kaisen

Note : Characters whose names are highlighted in BOLD contained slight spoilers/references from the manga, nothing (somehow) big but something trivial relating to them.

Extra note : This is based on my perspective, how I see JJK characters and Ancient Greek deities. So it might not suit your own perspective but all is well, all is fun. Enjoy!

Characters : Gojo, Sukuna, Nanami, Geto, Yuuji, Nobara, Megumi, Inumaki, Maki, Mai, Utahime, Yuta, Mei Mei, Mahito, Toji, Shoko.

♡ Gojo Satoru

Zeus. God of Thunder, Weather and Lightning. Major fuckboy energy. End of discussion jk jk. Immensely strong, determined to get what they want, powerful, but also impulsive. Thinks a lot but doesn't think at the same time. You'd have to sell your soul to defeat them.

♡ Fushiguro Megumi

Tartarus. Primordial greek God. Basically the OG Hades. As a place, Tartarus locks up the most iniquitous souls to ever walk on earth, it is underneath Hade's own underworld. Dark, considerate, won't hesitate to annihilate what is seen as bad. (Megumi's domain expansion, the Chimera Shadow Garden, while incomplete, it is still powerful enough to get rid of a special grade cursed spirit that was holding onto one of Sukuna's fingers... lmao only for Sukuna to appear on Yuuji's cheek and swallowed it)

♡ Itadori Yuuji

Heracles. The demigod of ancient Greek mythology, son of Zeus and a mortal woman. Protector of mankind. The definition of perseverance, had full of potential, can be rash due to the newfound power, but someone you can count on. (I say he's Heracles because Yuuji's mom was possessed by a sorcerer who is currently possessing Geto, which in conclusion explains his superhuman strength, even before joining Jujutsu High. And also because of Yuuji's drive to protect and save people around him.)

♡ Nobara Kugisaki

Athena. Goddess of war and wisdom. She's sacrificial, helpful, but quick to feel annoyed, angry. Artemis helped bring success to heroes Perseus, Heracles, Bellerophon, and Jason. She really hates it when things are done halfway.

♡ Ryōmen Sukuna

Ares. God of war. They lack empathy, they don't show sympathy unless you earned their respect but even then, it is hard to achieve. They won't show you any mercy if you betray or go against their wishes. An epitome of violence, bloodshed and war. No good shall come your way once you're in Ares' path.

♡ Nanami Kento

Hades. God of Death. Chill as fuck, they mostly don't show any emotions when it comes to their expressions but they have so many deep and intriguing thoughts. Ruthless when they need to be.

♡ Ieiri Shoko

Persephone. Goddess of the Underworld and Spring Growth. Caring, but sarcastic. A symbol of rejuvenation, growth and healing. (Shoko just screams Persephone to me due to her reversed healing cursed technique, which in the JJK universe, only a few managed to master this particular technique.)

♡ Inumaki Toge

Apollo. God of youth, music and healing. Seen as the "soft" twin of Artemis but the ace of the cards if you will. Feared and adored for the right reasons.

♡ Zen'in Maki

Artemis. Goddess of hunting and childbirth. Oh, strong headed, but extremely caring to the ones they love. They would be considerate but only if it doesn't waste their time. Also the brains and logic of the group.

♡ Utahime Iori

Aphrodite. Goddess of love and beauty. They don't take no shit from nobody. Excellent at bargaining. Their wits and personality are unbeatable. They can be a little bit feisty, so be careful.

♡ Zen'in Mai

Hestia. Goddess of family, home, and hearth. Get jealous easily but it is because they hate sharing and despise the idea of being made fun of. Full of love and devotion. Sometimes wrong person, right time *coughs* zen'in clan *coughs*

♡ Geto Suguru

Dionysus. God of wine, madness and religious ecstasy. A free spirit, I'll tell you that. But I'd say dig your grave if you're ready to anger them. (I see Geto as Dionysus because of how he slowly went mad after he lost Haibara and Riko.)

♡ Fushiguro Toji

Hermes. God of Dreams. God of Speed and wits. Cunning, mischievous, dangerous, a messenger to other Gods of ancient Greek, as well as messenger to humanity. A deity to not be messed with.

♡ Okkotsu Yuta

Poseidon. God of the Seas. Extremely powerful, dedicated but their rage can cause devastating consequences especially if they are angered or feeling loss. (In reference to Yuta's grief and disbelief cursing Rika into becoming one of the strongest curses out there, after witnessing Rika getting killed in front of him.)

♡ Mei Mei

Hera. Goddess of marriage. People called them crazy but it's not their fault, they were left to deal with people's stupidity, that ain't fair. Smart, cunning, manipulative. Better watch your back.

♡ Mahito

Hephaestus. God of crafts, curious little thing. Clever. (In ancient greek history, Hephaestus was cast away by his own mother, Hera, for not being as handsome or good-looking as the other gods. This reminds me of how Mahito looked like is a curse due to Mahito a manifestation of human's negative emotions.)

© 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 𝙗𝙮 𝙝𝙤𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙙𝙨𝙖𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙪

tags : @mahitochan @tojisveryown

#jujutsu kaisen #gojo saturo #nanami kento #geto suguru #itadori yuji #fushiguro megumi #fushiguro toji #inumaki toge #ryomen sukuna #kugisaki nobara #gojo fluff #geto angst #nanami x reader #jujutsu kaisen headcanons #gojo headcanons #yuji x you #megumi hcs #jujutsu kaisen x reader #sukuna x reader #gojo x reader #nobara x you #jjk #jjk headcanons #nanami headcanons #honouredsatoru

[angelicmichael]

What if Xavier had a kid he didn't know about and he meets them for the first time after he's already a ghost? Maybe there's a kindergarten group that takes a trip to the camp, and he just has this spirit intuition as soon as he sees them and KNOWS it's his child. Do you think you could expand on this idea? I'd love to see what you come up with!

A/N: This was so fun, thank you for this idea dear anon!! I'm sorry it's late but hopefully u like it 😶. Also, I apologize this is so dark and heavy- I didnt intend for it.. it just, kinda happened lmfao. I turned this into a 'x reader' and it starts with Xaviers POV and ends with readers perspective!! First few paragraphs are pretty dark and then the rest is weird.. angst fluff LOL.Hope yall enjoy 💖💖💖

Warnings: First few paragraphs discuss Xavier's thots about dying SO, it highkey gets dark yall I'm so sorry, mentions of anger?? issues, mentions of murder, stops getting dark roughly around paragraph 6 if u wanna skip all that, MAJOR ANGST, reuniting, very brief Xantana reference 😈, mention of kids, bit of fluff.. think that's it :)

In Xaviers eyes; the worst part of being killed in a desolate camp and having to reside there for the rest of eternity; wasnt the fact that he would have to handle Richard Rameriez and tolerate his peers for eons to come. Sure, both of those things required an adjustment period but.. the realization that his life with you was abruptly cut short, was what truly broke him.

It took him being stripped from everything he once knew to truly appreciate how heavenly life once was before Camp Redwood. He had a steady job, good friends, and a relationship with a actual living, breathing person.. Not to shade Montana or anything, of course. However he had taken all of those things for fucking granted; moving to Camp Redwood definetly had made him become humble- at the very least. He was now nothing but a mere shell of the person he once was; nothing to bring him out of this absolute living nightmare he found himself in.. At first this mindset nearly consumed him, it drove him to kill multiple times.

There was no point in trying to conceal the anger he felt, no way of trying to channel it out into a more socially appropriate way and at this point.. there really was no point in trying to do so. Out here in the forest, espically after he was killed, life outside of the forest soon seemed as if it was some type of myth or fairytale- something not real or attainable. Time in the redwood forest felt different- days quickly bled and melted into weeks, and then months.. trying to guess the date was something Xavier gave up on doing after about the first week.

As much as he tried to deny it, being dead and becoming trapped here had completly made him lose his grip on reality and his previous life. Soon enough, the thought that life even fully existed outside of the camp and that there was actual fucking laws against killing (something which was now a leisurely hobby) had completly slipped his mind momentarily in the beginning as well. Out here in the forest, nothing felt real execpt for his anger that he held onto so tightly.

It was really the only thing he had left; atleast for a while.

The pain of losing his partner, (y/n), still remained but letting that grief not consume him was easily the hardest battle he had fought in his life. Xavier realized he still had his friends - and if he really was going to live for eternity, he sure wasnt going to spend it angry.

After so many years of being 'cursed' to spend forever in this forest, keeping track of the time was something Xavier rarely bothered with, but - it was obvious by the suns posistion, and even the slight mist that made the grass wet that it was just starting to cut into morning. Xavier walked through the forest alone, nowhere in particular to go or to necessarily do, only a sudden need to go and be alone. Almost a beckoning, for him to go and be somewhere else. To witness something.

His days were more often than not purely mundane; he had absolutely no excuse to not listen to this odd and sudden attraction he felt toward a very particular spot in the camp.. so, that's what brought him to where he stood now. Close to the road that brought visitors (a nice word for victims) into Camp Redwood, right next to the mess hall which was rarely used close by.

Xavier felt wildly uncomfortable standing so close to the place which previously held so much trauma - and honestly still did.. The place where Chef Bertie died. Xavier paused, about to just say 'fuck it' and just give up and go back to where his friends resided (or atleast Montana) when.. he heard it.

His sign, the thing that seemingly enticed him in the first place.

It first sounded like the old, familar sounds of tires coming across a gravel road - Xaviers mind immeadietly jumped to perhaps this could be new people.. new vistors.. new victims.

His blood ran cold when he heard something else; an eerie ringing of chains hitting against the ground. Something that was mostly a associated with buses.. and hauntingly familar. He had little to no time to think or even act on his suspicion when he noticed that a yellow school bus full, and nearly combusting with children was pulling into the camp.

Xavier wasnt exactly certain the bounds that ghosts had when it came to certain bodily functions like vomiting, but hes sure that under normal circumstances he would certainly be sick by now. Nevertheless he could feel his body tense up and the other natural symptoms associated with anxiety also kicked in. Urging him to clumsily get out of vision; he stumbled behind a few trees that poorly blocked him from sight. He continued to watch in complete and utter horror as the bus came to a stop, and it didnt take long for kids to start pouring out of the bus. Xavier felt his heart drop and his blood run cold every time a kid exited the bus and stepped on the dirt soil of Camp Redwood.

Xavier whipped his head around; scanning the surrounding area to make sure no other ghosts were here to bear witness to this.. Xavier was nearly always down to commit murder, it was really the only thing that kept him from fully going insane from pure fucking boredom but - kids? There was no fucking way he would let anyone touch them.

While he thoroughly scanned the area, he noticed a few adults leave the bus out of his periphery vision. He thought nothing of it, chaperones were to be expected on elementary field trips but.. the strange beckoning feeling he felt ealier visited him again, urging him to turn his head fully and look at one of the chaperones more closely. Instantaneously, he then automatically realized why he felt so compelled to come to this spot.. Why he was meant to be here at this exact moment.. It was you.

At first he thought he was merely hallucinating; you definetly looked significantly different from the last time he had saw you but.. he knew it was you, his partner that he had before his life completly went to shit (minus the catastrophe that occured with Blake, of course). He knew instantly, it was your eyes, your stature and just.. your overall warm and familiar aura that gave your identity away. He couldnt believe that the person he had so fucking desperately wanted to see more than anyone or anything was only a few feet away - and now, that you were finally here... All he wanted for you to do was to leave.

As soon as he saw you he felt a sudden tightness posses his chest and throat which accompanied the formation of tears burning his eyes; hastily blurring his vision. He had to physically restrain himself from sobbing outloud; trying his best to just swallow down his tears. His whole body felt as if it was on fire with anxiety, but he chose to continue to stand still behind a few dainty trees - trying to pull himself together so he could actually have the chance to think critically and choose what the ever living fuck he was going to do next.

While he waited for his blurry vision to clear, he chose to focus on the semi distant figure that he knew was you. He took in the little details; like how the sun highlighted the colors in your hair and your simple but charming outfit. It took him several moments to think of why you would even be here in the first place, with a school bus- and thats when another dreadful realization hit him.

Only parents were mainly chaperones when it came to elementary field trips.. meaning-

No other thought crossed Xaviers mind as his eyes flicked down inhumanely fast to the child where (y/n) stood next too.. and immeadietly he knew.

The features the child shared of both you and Xavier were partially a giveaway, but most importantly.. it was the feeling he had that confirmed his belief. The initial anxiety he felt of the kids arriving still remained but was significantly muted and mostly replaced with a overwhelming sense of pure love. The feeling spread to every fiber of his being, and so did a odd urge to protect this small being which he knew was his.

Not ever in his entire life had he felt this way about someone (execpt for perhaps, you). He felt himself taking a few steps forward, at first completly involuntary but he knew he had to talk to you. Just the idea of reuniting tasted so fucking good but, he knew he couldnt get too greedy if he was going to talk to you. He knew confronting you had to be solely done in order to save you and his child, he couldnt get carried away. He wouldnt.

He tried his best to appear casual as he submerged from behind the trees, his hands held behind his back - the only way he could get them to stop shaking. He tried to relax his shoulders and appear confident as he strided up to you; your back turned toward him. He continued until he was directly behind you, he wanted to tap your shoulder but - touching you seemed out of the question. That would confirm everything, it would make it seem actually real and not like this just some torturous dream.

"(Y/n)"? He spoke.

Xaviers breath hitched as he watched you whip around to face him. He studied your features as you went from looking utterly confused to surprised beyond belief.

"Xavier, what-"

"We need to talk".

Xavier quickly grabbed your hand, leading you away from herd of kids and the few sparse chaperones that were amongst them. A few of them gave you two a few odd looks but neither you or Xavier particularly cared, after all this was the first time in years you two had seen eachother. You hastily followed his lead, feeling slightly embarrassed that it was obvious how nervous and simply caught off guard you currently were. Your palms (one of which was still holding onto Xaviers hand) were starting to moisten with sweat. These feelings only amplified once Xavier turned around to face you. The intensity that was in his eyes put you on edge - never in your time of dating or knowing him did he ever look so serious with you.

"What are you doing here"? Xavier spoke, his voice was still in a higher pitch, slightly breaking.

"What"?

After years of not being able to see you, in fact; years of you not even knowing where he went - this was how he chose to greet you?? Automatically your blood ran cold with the sudden realization that something was wrong. Seriously wrong.. but the feeling didnt just apply to your ex boyfriend. It was the entire camp.

"Its not safe here, you need to take the kids and leave". Xaviers voice more visibly shook this time as he spoke; as if his words physically pained him.

Your heart skipped a beat, the sudden pain and anguish starting to fully settle in. You couldnt believe it; after years of not seeing you - this was all he had to say? Was he fucking joking?

"What? A-are you kidding? Xavier, I havent seen you in years- I didnt even know you would be here-"

"I'm sorry (y/n). I'm so sorry but you have no idea what this place is like. You just need to go, and the kids. And promise me you wont come back".

It was torturous to watch tears gather in Xaviers eyes, and watch as they streaked down his cheeks. The sadness you previously felt was now washed away with red, hot rage. The feeling spread throughout your body like a wildfire that he was seemingly rejecting you.. but you knew now this wasnt some pathetic excuse. Something was seriously wrong here; and now it was starting to become too obvious to ignore.

Xavier looked hauntingly the exact same from the last time you saw him. He forever, looked as if he was still stuck in the same moment of time - like in the summer of 1984, which was when you last saw him.

You didnt realize you were still holding onto one of his hands until you reflexively tried to move it to brush away his tears that were still staining his cheeks; but awkwardly.. you chose to do so with your other hand. Squeezing the one hand you were still holding onto a bit tighter.

He winced as you touched him, and as much you tried your damn best to hold it together - you could feel tears starting to burn your eyes as well.

"I cant promise I wont ever come back, Xavier. I need to see you again, and what about-" you said softly, about to reference the child you two shared together.

"No, you'll see me again (y/n). I promise.. okay"?

He brought your hand up to his mouth to kiss your knuckles; the tears you trying so desperately to hold in were now sliding down your cheeks. Your breathing was now horribly choppy. You were on the brink of full on sobbing but you held yourself back - it was nearly time for you to go.

The fact you would have to go back to go the others and make up some bullshit excuse to leave, put a bitter taste in your mouth.. but your sure Xavier had a valid reason for ushering you to leave. Even if he didnt want to tell you right now; you trusted him with your life.

"Okay.. Fine. I'm coming back though, and I'm sorry I couldnt find you sooner". You admitted.

You dropped his hand that you were still holding in order to wrap your arms around him. To get one final touch to remember him by. You were desperate to fully touch him and to be wrapped in his embrace, something you had desperately and madly missed. As he held you; you tried to soak in his scent, his aura.. just the fact that he was even here seriously with you, in this moment.

You previously assumed Xavier had passed away; that was easier to come to terms with rather than thinking he willingly ran away or.. that something else more sinister had happened. A part of you wanted to be frustrated that you were leaving with more questions than answers but.. you didnt care. Your heart didnt care. You were just happy you were able to see your boyfriend.. no matter the circumstance or conditions it came with. Even though you were stupidly happy, your thoughts kept annoyingly circling back to the same question - how was Xavier here with you, living.. breathing.. in the flesh. How was this possible? You were about to speak your thoughts outloud when you first felt Xavier break away from you. You didnt get as much as a second glance just when you felt something soft on your cheek. Perhaps a goodbye kiss? and then.. just like he wasnt there at all, he was gone. Almost as if he completly disintegrated into the fresh, morning sky.

You felt your entire body stiffen as you realized he was gone.. again. It was difficult to pinpoint exactly how you felt. It was a nasty mix of both grief and anger that left you completly speechless and deathly still. You took a step back to combat the feeling, and attempted to look casual (and not like the person whom you were just hugging had completly fucking vanished). Sheepishly taking a look at the group you had arrived with and making sure none of them noticed your.. odd behavior.

Sure enough, none of them did. They all stood, and continued on conversing just like they were before you had broke away from them. Smiling and laughing as if nothing was wrong; just like they didnt have a care in the world - just as if the love of their life wasnt ripped away from them for a second time.

Even though Xavier was now gone, that odd, unsettling feeling still lingered with you. Like something was terribly wrong here, in Camp Redwood. The feeling wasn't entirely bad though; sure - the overall air in this place reeked of something terrible but.. now you felt something else mixed into it. A comforting essence of safety; Xaviers presence. You knew he wasnt directly beside you anymore but he was somewhere.. lurking. Watching you, as you begrudgingly walked over to the group you came with. Making up a bullshit excuse in your head so you could escape whatever this place was pretending to be.

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#xavier x reader #xavier plympton x reader #xavier plympton fanfic #ahs fanfic #cody fern fanfic #my fic #inbox is officially empty now 💅🏻 #hopefully the pov switching wasnt weird LOL #it was my first time writing like that hehe #i lowkey feel bad i made this so dark so hopefully its still enjoyable LOL #also this doesnt rlly follow canon details that well but- idc djdjd

[oingos-bitch]

Agents of Dio x Reader -- Period Comfort Headcanons! (Part 1)

(the document was too long, and I forgot some Agents, so I divided the post as I went; more explained in the tags!)

Chaka

He’s never really been taught what happens during that certain time of the month, so naturally he’s panicking.

The most he’s learnt about periods are what he’s heard from rumours here and there, but not much else.

He deadass thought that it was just a myth for quite some time.

That is, until one fateful day. . .

He approaches you, his eyes wide with fear as he asks you why there’s blood, his hands shakily pointing to the bathroom.

“Oh, uh, that’s, uh. . . I’m on my period.”

You could almost see a light go off in his head, what with the way he tilts his head up. “Ohhh.”

He remembers the rumours and goes back to panicking.

Chaka begins to tear up, nearly slamming you to his chest in a tight hug as he whimpers something about taking you to a hospital and not wanting you to die yet.

“What??” You push away from him to wipe the tears from his face.

“I’m not gonna die, love.”  “But how?? You’re bleeding out for so many days!”

You draw in a breath. ‘Oh, boy.’ You lead him over to the couch, holding his hand as you give him the lowdown.

He has so many questions but stops himself after a while, not wanting to annoy you.

This becomes apparent when he stares at you, bewildered, whenever you mention certain things to him.

“I thought you couldn’t do that on your period, though. . ?”

You’re happy to answer any questions he has along the way.

He does the best he can to make you feel better, whatever it may be.

Cramps bothering you? The farm can wait, he has to be by your side to take care of you, even though you insist it’s fine.

When all else fails. . .Hugs. Lots and lots of hugs. The warmth of his well-worked, sunbathed arms and the comforting, dusty scent of his clothes never cease to make you smile.

He knows it’s not much, but he brings you a flower each day that you’re on your period, no matter how you’re feeling.

Not even mood swings can push him away from you! He understands what you’re going through and he’ll stick by you, wrapping you in a bear hug or holding your hand.

He’ll give you small, shy kisses.💕

Chaka can and will find a way to get your mind off of it, goddamn it.

If you decide to join him while he’s working he’ll make up stories about the animals to lift your spirits.

“And that’s Gabby, the small and annoying!”   (Credit goes to Shrek)

He takes you along with him whenever he has to go away from home, and he’ll take the time to show you places you might like, or anywhere you’d want to go.

The first time you ask him to get pads for you he’s a nervous wreck – he can’t quite figure out what the difference between all the types of pads is, and he’s too shy to ask for help.

Mistakenly brings you a piece of Styrofoam and you giggle to yourself as you take him back to the pad aisle and show him which ones to get.

At some point he forgets and he buys one pack of each brand just in case. Hey, at least you can save them for next time!

Daniel J. D’Arby

This man will make you feel loved and cherished but simultaneously tease the fuck out of you.

When you ask him to buy you pads he’ll go, but he’ll spend a long-ass time at the store and spam your phone the whole time.

He’ll send you pictures of unnecessary shit and messages like: “Wouldn’t this be a nice decoration?”; “I could use a new set of shoes.”; “I’m gonna treat myself to some fancy chocolates, would you like any?”; “What kind of pads again?”; “Is this a pad?”

On the way home he’ll stop by places just to send you pictures of random buildings with more misleading messages.

(pic of a tuxedo store) “I think I’d look good with a new suit, wouldn’t you?”

Just as you’re starting to actually believe him he walks in through the door, various bags and boxes in hand, “Dear, can you please help me with these?”

“I swear to god, Daniel, you better not have. . .”

Surprise! Every single thing he bought is something he knows you’d like, and he apologizes for taking so long, but he remembered that you mentioned this one particular food and he had to go get it for you.

“Along with some other things.”

He laughs as you lightly smack him with the book he got you.

“You asshole! Don’t make me worry like that again!”

He apologizes once more before asking if you’d care to cuddle with him while you read your new book, or perhaps you’d want to watch that movie you were talking about?

You spend the rest of the afternoon with Daniel’s legs wrapped around you, your back resting against his chest.

If your cramps are bothering you he’ll give you lower-back massages.

However, sometimes he’s kinda bad at dealing with the mood swings.

He can deal with depressive mood swings no problem, but he’s at a loss during angry ones.

The best to do, he figures, is to try to distract you from your anger in the best way he knows how.

“Hey, wanna play some poker??”

#o shit i wrote something #so this is just the longer part of the whole thing #there's more to it that I'll post soon #i just didn't want the post to drag on so much #I spent an entire page on just Chaka #just Chaka and not Oingo for once #cAN YOU BELIEVE IT #they're driving me fucking nuts i swear #anyway #other parts of this are coming soon! #agents of dio x reader #agents of dio #jjba #jjba stardust crusaders #chaka jjba #daniel d'arby #period comfort headcanons

[brazenautomaton]

Fixing Afterlives: The Maw, First Visit

So our Shadowlands journey starts with the Maw. You know what? People hate this scenario now because you can’t skip it and have to go through it on every character, but the first time through, this is actually really good. You’re kicking in the gates of Hell with a platoon of Death Knights and then everything goes tits-up and you don’t have a beachhead and you’re lost and wandering and there are awful, awful things everywhere and you’re hiding and isolated and need to learn how to escape. You just need the option to skip it on your alts.

Plus the aesthetics of the Maw are great. They sell what it is -- the hostile architecture, sinister crystal formations, the way everything seems swept and shaped by a windstream of souls. We’ve seen plenty of environments that look like a Hell of flames. This is a Hell of pure suffering. Pain is what lives here. Pain is all that enters and pain is all that is produced. It’s only after you went farming Stygia for a while that the pain gets inflicted on you.

So we assemble the crew, get the exposition while we put together the Helm of Domination, get given a portal stone to establish a beachhead, and we bust in to find the four captives: Anduin, Jaina, Baine, Thrall. We rally the Death Knights into enough of a formation to make it in and find the evidence of Jaina, and I like that, I like how you track her by the huge formations of ice -- it shows you her power and the mark she leaves. Finding her is mostly the same although her dialogue is less generic and content-free (from now on assume I apply this caveat to all dialogue). She’s more confused and disoriented and even though she’s fighting it’s with a resignation that she knows it won’t work and she’s starting to think she’s only hurting herself by trying. She acts like she has been there for years. But you say you and the DKs are here to save her and she follows against her better judgment and agrees to try and find Thrall, who she struggles to remember, but seems to be trying very hard to be able to remember.

Then the Mawsworn Kyrian show up and laugh about her hopelessness, and you fight them. And they kill the shit out of you. 

More and more and more of them keep coming and they’re level 60 when you’re level 50 and if you do some bullshit to survive eventually one of them will grab you by the neck to Silence you, lift you into the air, and do the ol’ Val’Kyr Special and fatally drop you. You unavoidably die.

This is necessary early to establish what dying in the Shadowlands means. Play a special graphic effect when the player dies, something more drawn out and grasping. Play a sound effect appropriate to race/gender of the PC of them struggling against great pain and gasping. Then you appear next to a Spirit Healer (yes normally in the Maw you just respawn alive so you have to pick up your Stygia like in Dark Souls, we’ll explain the discrepancy later), a Mawsworn Spirit Healer, who says “No. Your suffering will not end. The Maw claims you.” and then starts to chase you the fuck down with a bunch of shades. You need to run, as a ghost, to claw your way back into your body. Obviously, if the shades catch you, you get dragged back to the start and the Spirit Healer fucks with you a bit. 

Your body has been dragged over to the area where Jaina and the rest are hiding; they fled while you were being merced. Jaina sees you stir. And she says “I’m sorry, champion. Death is no respite here. It is so hard to fight the pull… I struggle to even remember my body when I try to return.”

Jaina has been brutally killed over a dozen times. This is not her first rodeo. This is not her first escape attempt. This is not the first time she’s killed that particular Mawsworn tormenter whose name I don’t recall. It doesn’t end. It never ends. She doesn’t know why she tries any more, when she knows it will fail and she will die and suffer and claw her way back to her flesh and every time it gets harder and harder. All it buys her is the ability to offer futile resistance and maybe that isn’t even worth it.

Mood: established.

From there it goes mostly the same. You try to pump the shades for info about how to escape and they don’t know, they can’t know, they can’t even want to escape. The info you get is a memory of spitefully hating someone who fled to the waystone. You rescue your buddies. You see the Jailer fuck up Baine, only instead of giving him a spirit poison, he fucking snaps the dude like a Kit-Kat and drops his lifeless corpse, and you drag it to safety. You don’t need to find a poison dagger to counteract the spirit poison; you need to keep him safe and clear a path for his spirit to flee back to his body. Thus reinforcing what the danger here is and how it’s different and what they fear.

And while you do this, at some point, you run into Sylvanas. Maybe she just walks up to you while you’re all collected around Baine trying to help him revive. Since the Jailer won’t be saying “it’s not like you won anything b-b-baka, it was just a temporary setback,” you need to establish that feeling that he views your victories as completely meaningless. Sylvanas knows you’re here saving Baine. So does the Jailer. It does not matter. You cannot accomplish anything. 

Thrall kills her dead. She just gets back up. She has an escort for her soul to go back to her body. “How many times are you going to try that before you learn it’s futile? Come now, Thrall. I know you’re smarter than this. I know you respected me more than this.”

And then stuff like “How could you do this, Sylvanas? How could you betray the Horde?” Thrall is incredibly angry and offended at her. He thought he knew her. “Neither of us had any illusions you were not a monster, Banshee Queen. But I trusted you anyway because I knew you wanted what was best for your people. You were a monster, but a loyal one. How can you now turn your back on what little principle you had?” Sylvanas is hurt by this, but she doesn’t linger on it.

Jaina, however, is desperately trying to flatter her. Do this to sell the kind of impact this has had on Jaina, and what this suffering drives her to. “Please, Sylvanas. I know you were my enemy but you were an honorable one. It isn’t too late. Someone as cunning as you must know that this will end in ruin. I promise… I promise… I will surrender if you let me return. Kul Tiras will become servants of the Forsaken. Just, just let them live… please, you could rule our world, not slaughter it…”

Jaina breaks down in tears. Yes, she just tried to surrender her people to the enemy for mercy. Jaina is breaking. All of them will. The Maw is a Bad Place and makes them give up hope. That’s how we sell the threat. Not by making the enemies bigger or spikier, showing how they have broken these heroes. Less screaming anger. More pain.

Sylvanas scoffs at her offer. “It doesn’t matter where your people’s loyalty lies, Lord Admiral.” And then she says the phrase that will become a motif: “Nobody escapes the Maw.” She leaves. She doesn’t care what you do. It doesn’t matter.

But you have to still hold on to that sliver of hope that maybe the waystone is a way out. So you get Baine up and you sneak past this big-ass Maw army that can fuck 31 flavors of your day up. The jailer notices you and sends out a force to stop you at the waystone, and he repeats the phrase when he sends out the order: “Nobody escapes the Maw.”

So there’s the event, you fight off the army while the waystone charges, the army gets bigger and bigger, the charge meter gets stuck at 90%, you go to kick it and it teleports you to Oribos.

The mob descends on the other captives. Sylvanas and the Jailer look completely unconcerned with your escape. After having clearly seen you physically leave the Maw, Sylvanas brushes it off with “Nobody escapes the Maw.” Dun-DUNNN! Cutscene end.

You appear in Oribos. The Protectors stop you because you stink like the Maw and what the hell dude, yada yada. This is when you get a tour of the city, here’s the profession trainers, the bank, the transmog. Only secondary details need to be changed here. One, this is an instanced version of the city where no other players exist (you are the first one there, nobody else is). Two, Lich King Bolvar (hashtag #notmylichking) arrives from Azeroth and says SOMETHING to justify other players coming from the Maw but being less important than you. Something like, he saw what you did, there are other adventurers from Azeroth still in the Maw, his DKs are hunkering down in defensive positions and will try to make their way to the Waystone once it cools off because you already activated it, since you are the more special one, and there might be a chance that a couple others might have an echo of your power because they have had similar adventures. You are the True Maw Walker, and the context of the massively multiplayer element is “for your story, all those other guys have shitty Maw Walker powers that only work once you opened the pickle jar for them.” They can’t bring passengers, either.

Third, not the most importantly but yes the most importantly, if you are Forsaken or a Death Knight or Mechagnome or whatever you get a special dialogue where you say “Why do you keep calling me a ‘living mortal’? I’m not alive. I’m undead / a machine / maybe something else like maybe I missed the fact that vulpera are made of rocks and string.”

So Tal-Inara or whoever can be like “Oh, THAT’S what that is. Something was odd about you, mortal, that I couldn’t quite place. I call you ‘living’ because your soul is still tethered to a body. To us in the Shadowlands, to be bound in a vessel like this is far more important than the nature of the vessel itself.” That’s why people keep calling you “living”, to them you’re easy to mistake for one.

Kyrian in the Maw is disturbing news, and also WEIRD, because as Tal-Inara reminds us, “Nobody escapes the Maw.” Why would the Kyrian go down there when they can’t come back? It is terrible but not unheard of for mortals to try and speak to the Jailer but they never GO there because they can’t get out. And yet Sylvanas just walked in there? And he is mustering armies? Better go to Bastion and find out what is up. Let’s crank open this gateway, and...

#World of Warcraft #my fiction #fixing stories #wow

[skyland2703]

20 and 63 from the mashup list!!

(...possibly bbrae if you want because thats what i'm dying to see in Titans Academy, but i give you freedom of whichever ship you choose <3)

Sooooo BBRae you say.... *wink* (two of my fave tropes EVER!)

20: Everybody Knows/Mistaken for Couple AND 63: Teacher AU TWO OF MY FAVORITE TROPES EVER!!

I hope you like it!!!

I take wayyy too fucking long to write sooo im sorry about the delay on the prompts my friendos!!!

AO3!

Everyone knew it. It was no secret. Even if it was, it wasn’t at all, a well kept one. And the best part was, everybody was talking about it.

And it was NOT a good thing for two particular professors at the Titans Academy. Every time they were together, be it standing together, or sitting together or even when they had a joint class together. Whispers, whispers, whispers. Someone had even drawn a heart with a marker on their photograph that had somehow appeared next to each other in every single Academy yearbook that had been distributed! Of course, Nightwing planned to “go to the bottom of the mystery” being the master detective he was, but for reals, everyone knew he was the one of the two people who might have done it. The other being Victor Stone a la Cyborg.

Raven didn’t find it hard to block out the whispers and the voices. She was an empath, and would hear people’s emotions and thoughts quite regularly, and blocking them out was a sort of regular thing for her. Whispers were also easy to drown, especially when they didn’t carry any weight as such.

Beast Boy on the other hand, Raven often noticed, got unnerved when faced with things like this. He was a nice, high spirited, cheerful goofball, who didn’t really fare well at hiding emotions. If he was frustrated, flustered, annoyed, angry, or rather anything except happy, it’d show quite easily on his face. It was one of the things Raven loved the most about him, he was perfectly transparent, not like other guys who liked to keep their emotions bottled up, and not in a way like Raven’s where her emotions overloading might end up in her demonic powers getting out of control, but rather, a case of being “Wayy too cool to have emotions or be nice”.

Raven had a strong dislike for boys like that, boys who faked how they felt, and were actually really manipulative and shrewd. Beast boy was definitely not one of them. And that was one of the many reasons why she didn’t mind the whispers. If people around the academy were shipping her with someone, she was glad it was Beast boy.

She had just started grading the term papers in the teacher’s lounge, when she suddenly realised there was a question in the paper about adaptibility to adverse conditions, a question that she, Raven Roth did not put in her section of the paper. And honestly didn’t know the answer of either. Starfire had wanted the questionnaires to be set by the entire staff together, or if that was not possible with a lot of bickering, then with all the professors sending their respective questions to her, the headmistress, who could compile it into a perfect question paper that would set a challenging questionnaire for the heroes in the making.

And the teachers were allotted a group of students whose papers they had to check, whether they knew the questions or not. “You can use the help of the friends and the other teachers of the school to help you with the questions that you do not the know” she had said sweetly, “it will only make the bonds of your accord and companionship grow the stronger”

Nobody had a heart to refuse.

The first six questions were easy, and two were not from Raven’s subject of Enchantment and Charms, but simple stuff, that Raven could mark with ease, but question no. 7 was something else entirely.

“Beast boy will know the answer to this” raven muttered and got up, taking a sample paper from her desk, and dashing out of the door, knowing she’ll be back in a few minutes with some in depth knowledge of the subject.

On the way, she scanned the paper for more questions to ask Beast boy, while she was at it, so she wouldn’t have to run again and again. In the paper of forty questions, she found 8 she couldn’t do without his help.

He was standing in a classroom drawing some stuff about some animal characteristics on the white board, when Raven arrived.

“Hey” She said, standing in the doorway, beckoning him.

“Hey!!” he replied back cheerfully, and the entire class, which had been listening attentively, suddenly burst into hushed whispers.

“Beast boy I need some help” she said, blushing a bit, feeling some of the whispers reach her...

“Oh!” He blushed just as she did, it was a reflex action that happened any time she said anything to him. He scratched the back of his neck, “um mama— I mean raven, I’m a bit busy, but what happened??” No matter how busy he was, he would always make time for her.

“Umm class, try seeing the patterns in the leopard, and how they take care of their young ones, and I’ll be back in ten” he said, in his most serious voice, but the entire class burst into excited whispers again.

“Hey Rae!” He said, still blushing, still flustered, as he came out into the corridor to face her.

“I wanted to ask you some stuff” she said, handing him the paper, “first off, question seve—” before she could complete her sentence, Gar interrupted her.

“Hey, umm Rae can I ask you something?” He said, a little hesitantly, and Raven stopped short, “Sure Gar, what happened?”

“Actually… I… uh. The way you, the way you pulled me out of the classroom… won’t help with the… the whispers…” he said, a little flushed.

Raven understood. Beast Boy was again having trouble with dealing with what people said behind his back, and students, in general, can be quite mean.

“Oh” was all she said, and Waited for him to continue, but he didn’t.

“Gar?” She asked, gently, once again, placing a hand on his shoulder, “why do you worry so much about what people say about you and me?”

He gulped, “it’s not like… it bothers me…. It’s more like…” he struggled to find the right words.

Raven didn’t need to use her empathic powers to know what he wanted to say, because deep down, in a place where she rarely let her emotions wander, she felt the exact same way.

“It’s more like you *want* them to be true.”

Garfield Logan looked at her for a long, LONG minute, trying to understand what she had just told him, and it took him a hot second, but his blush went up about a thousand times, as he realised.

“Are you… saying… that… you also… want… those whispers to be… real?” He stuttered nervously, and Raven smirked. Just like she had imagined it in her head countless times.

What was that other thing she had imagined?

Oh yes.

“The whispers… I think it’s time enough that we give the smoke a flame to brag about” she said, pulling him by his collar, closer, and softly planting a kiss on his lips. Her lips softly brushed against his, preciously, delicately, like the tiny, fluttering wings of a butterfly, just long enough that he could inhale her breath, feel the warmth of her skin, let his heart skip a few beats, before it was over, way too soon, and left a taste of her lipstick lingering on his lips.

“I’ll ask you about the term papers later” she winked playfully, spun around on her heel, and left, leaving a stunned, more red than he was green, Beast Boy who was basically at this point stranded on cloud nine, with no bounds of his joy.

Of course, this would NOT help the situation with the rumours and the whispers, and the fact that everybody knew that this was bound to happen at some point in time or another.

Beast Boy was jerked back into the present by the sound of a window pane breaking as the the entire class practically attempted to stay inside, while at the same time get as much of a view at the professors, to gawk at their conversation in the hallway through the glass windows of the classroom.

#Beast Boy #Raven #Rachel Roth #Garfield Logan #Gar Logan #Teen Titans #new teen titans #Raven Roth #Raven DC #raven teen titans #teen titans #Beast Boy Teen Titans #beast boy #i still suck at tagging #beast boy loves raven #teen titains go #titans #DC Titans

[demetriandelibinaryboyfriends]

What if after the teams merge everyone is a LITTLE mean to Eli because they don’t trust him yet (like they’re not bullying him or anything just a little like 😒 lol) like they’re teasing about the sleep enuresis and stuff and Demetri feels so bad because he can see the look of “about to cry” on Eli’s face (and it was all Eli, no Hawk to be found) before he runs out and of course Sam is slapping Miguel’s arm for taking things a little too far and of course he feels bad, he was just teasing, but Demetri runs after him and Eli’s crying and whispers “you weren’t meant to tell, ever” and like saying how he deserves it but he just can’t believe he publically humiliated him about THAT particular thing because it was their biggest secret together 😭

;____;

THAT’S SO SADDDD OH MY GOD

But yeah, I’d like to see the sleep enuresis thing come back to bite Demetri in a “you deeply violated my trust and now I don’t know if I can ever trust you with secrets or intimate personal stuff again” kind of way, rather than just the “GRRRR YOU MADE ME BIG MAD BY PUBLICLY HUMILIATING ME AND NOW IMMA BEAT YOU UP” thing they did in canon. Like...as much as Hawk deserved to be taken down a peg after the way he’d been treating Demetri and as cathartic as it was to see Demetri finally retaliate and strike back against Hawk’s attacks in his own way (as physically striking back had been proven not to be his forte), spilling the beans about the bedwetting was definitely a dick move. Not that Hawk didn’t deserve it, and I did love seeing how much him acting like a cocky douchebag failed to get him girls after that, but like...that’s probably something Eli hated about himself for years. And Demetri accepted it, never seemed to judge him for it and never made fun of him for it (aside from some lighthearted teasing, maybe, but never truly mean-spirited), but Eli still found that he was terrified of it getting out, because shit...Kyler would have an absolute field day with the fucked-up lip and bedwetting. But Eli was always so certain that info was safe with Demetri, and felt secure in the fact that Demetri would never tell. That his best friend would never hurt him like that on that deep and intimate a level. He was scared of it getting out, sure, but he never in a thousand years thought it would be because of Demetri. Maybe his mom would make a comment while picking him up from school and one of the mean kids would overhear. Maybe Demetri’s mom would accidentally mention something about “Eli’s Waterbed” while gabbing with some other mom, and word would eventually get around and make it back to the teens at their school. But Demetri letting loose about it??? Not even fathomable. Eli thought it was so outside the realm of possibility that he didn’t even cross his mind to consider it.

It just makes that tiny, devastated “Don’t” Eli lets out right before Demetri tells everyone about the sleep enuresis all the more heart-wrenching because like...you can tell this is the very moment it comes crashing down on Eli that this thing that he’d always thought to be totally inconceivable is happening right in front of him. It probably just...fucks up his entire worldview and makes him question everything he thinks he knows for a hot minute. Because if Demetri, who Eli’s always counted on to keep the most embarrassing, disgusting parts of himself concealed, can betray him like that, then what the fuck else that he’s always considered an absolute truth and an irrefutable fact of life just...isn’t???

Hell, maybe that’s why he went as crazy and psycho as he did during the school fight, going after Demetri--like he wasn’t just angry about being humiliated, Eli was literally questioning his entire reality. To the point where his very sanity was slipping for a bit there. If anything, the thing that seems to finally snap him out of it is the little shoulder squeeze Demetri does right before kicking him into the trophy case. @jackonthelongwalk suggested that Demetri uses shoulder touches to kind of comfort and reassure Eli, like we see him do at the party in Season 2 when Demetri’s trying to help him feel better about Moon. Demetri does the EXACT same shoulder squeeze when grabbing Eli during the school fight, when he says “no hard feelings.” This could be Demetri’s way of communicating “Hey, I know we’re fighting, but I still care about you” and THAT’S what finally snaps Eli out of his kinda crazed rage. Because if Demetri caring about him is still a fundamental truth in his life (despite Demetri obviously fucking up big time by spilling his secrets in a petty revenge plot), then maybe all the other truths in his life aren’t going to suddenly unravel after all.

You’ll notice in Season 3 that, although Hawk certainly still tries to fuck with Demetri and make his life miserable, he never really does it with the same pure sadistic glee and almost-psychotic mania that he does in that hunting-down-in-the-computer-lab scene. Hell, even when Hawk breaks his arm, he notably hesitates in a way I’m not sure he would have during that school chase scene and immediately regrets it afterwards. My theory of why that is is basically that Hawk’s entire world was upheaved when Demetri broke his trust like that, to the point where he just became unhinged. He was just like “Haha :) Nothing matters! :) I don’t even know what’s true anymore! :) Might as well go beat Demetri to a pulp, since it’s his fault everything is spiraling and everything is confusing and I don’t know facts from lies anymore, hahahaha! :)” Once Demetri stabilizes him again, he’s a lot more, er, controlled--like he’s still a chaotic disaster, of course, and he’s still generally a very angry individual, but he’s not mentally losing it and reveling in a serial killer-esque glee at finding and beating the shit out of his ex-best friend the way he was before.

Anyways, yeah, I think spilling the deets about the bed-wetting fucked up Hawk on a much deeper level than Demetri realized. Like it shattered his perception of the world and everything he thought he knew for a hot sec, and Demetri probably never imagined it would affect him that deeply and fundamentally. All Demetri wanted was to knock him off his high horse and turn that inflated ego down a few notches, and he ended up just like...almost mindfucking his friend into oblivion by accident and most likely giving him some pretty bad trust issues for a while D: I really hope we get a genuine apology from Demetri for his “roast” in Season 4, and it isn’t just not brought up again...because even after all the shit Hawk pulled, I still think that hurt him really deeply and Demetri’s gotta make some kind of amends for that before they can fully rebuild their trust and their relationship.

ANYWAYS LONG RANT but I’ve been meaning to talk about Demetri’s little “roast” for a while now, and then I guess I got carried away and just went where the post took me XD

#hawk x demetri #demetri x eli #binary boyfriends #hawkmeat #eli x demetri #demetri x hawk #elimetri #demetri cobra kai #eli moskowitz #cobra kai #cobra kai season 2 #cobra kai season 3 #hawk #demetri #eli #my askbox

[the-great-escapist99]

It’s All in the Past - Zuko x Reader

Part 26

Summary: University is starting in less than two weeks and Y/n is in need of a new place closer to campus. Thankfully, she learns an old friend is looking for a roommate. However, this old friend and her might have a lot more in common than she anticipated, which brings up quite a few complications...

Warnings: swearing, violence, mentions of rape

Word Count: 4k ish?

A/N: hey lovelies!! Another part of IAITP is finally here! I’m so sorry for the wait but I had a bit of writers block and this part was a doozy. I know this is technically a smau but this chapter is written out because I didn’t feel the smau format would do it justice. Anywho, I hope y’all enjoy and lmk what u think because u kno I’m a simp for your love and support🥺🥺💕💕

Zuko left the apartment at exactly 8:50pm. It was in his best interest not to take his car, and luckily for him it wouldn’t take long to walk to the location anyway. Merchant Street was about a 7 minute walk away and he knew exactly where to find the broken building; it was an old bank, abandoned about 30 years ago, although, he’s not sure why no one’s bought the land since then. He assumed the rendezvous point was the parking lot behind the building since it was secluded: perfect for an ambush.

Zuko knew this wasn’t a perfect plan... he knew that. But, he only had so many options, and right now this was the best one. Whoever had contacted him had information on him and that meant it was his problem to handle alone. He could understand why y/n was upset with him, and he knew she was only trying to help him, but he wouldn’t put her in a situation like this if he didn’t have to. If they were looking to hurt someone then it would only be him, and he was willing to go through with that if it meant keeping her out of it. Zuko knew what kinds of information they could have found, most of them he assumed were linked to his dad and the company; another reason why Azula would be the perfect person to contact if something went awry. He trusted his friends to keep an eye out for him; they were intelligent and resourceful and he knew they could handle themselves in this situation. He just hoped they would keep their promise and follow his instructions in a worst case scenario.

He came across Merchant Street and the building was in view. Here we go, he thought.

He wasn’t aware of the person trailing him.

***

The girls knew she was going after Zuko, but y/n didn’t tell Sokka or Aang. She couldn’t exactly trust them to keep their mouths shut if they knew she was leaving, or not to follow along as well, for that matter. Zuko was stubborn, of course, but she was too, and she wasn’t going to let him steal the title of being the strong, brave one of the group. That was her job! Toph could fight her on that title, sure, but she wouldn’t let Zuko have it, no sir! It was hers and that meant she had to follow him. Not because she cared about him obviously, it was about the glory! Okay, no it was because she cared about him. She’d admitted that to the girls and to him earlier anyway so she couldn’t lie to herself. She was worried for him.

Y/n crept out her window about a minute or two after Zuko had left, just to be sure he wouldn’t notice her. After that it was a trek to Merchant Street and to the broken building a few paces after. The night air was chilly so she was glad she’d grabbed her hoodie before climbing outside. It was October now, and even in the dying light she could see the trees start to change colours. It would have been beautiful under different circumstances. Maybe she’d ask Zuko to see it with her when this was all over.

The scenery reminded her a little of autumn with Zuko when they were kids. They’d spend the day with each other at school and then they’d go home and play games in y/n’s backyard. It was always at y/n’s house because Ursa never allowed them to play near her own. Y/n can understand why now, although she didn’t at the time; it’s probably better that she’d stayed away from Ozai as long as she did.

Zuko was a troublemaker when they were younger. But, there was one day in particular that she remembers where Zuko got himself into pretty deep shit, and he almost brought y/n down with him. The school bully had been messing around with the other kids more than usual that day. Usually, he didn’t bother with Zuko or her since Zuko was known for his fiery spirit and could easily take down anyone who tried to mess with him, and because y/n spent so much time with him no one dared to come for her out of fear of what Zuko might do. But, that day the bully was feeling particularly bold...

***

Zuko reached the back of the building. Across the lot he could make out four figures. As soon as they saw him approach they made their way over to meet him halfway. Once their faces became clearer, Zuko couldn’t believe what he was seeing; or rather who.

“Jet,” Zuko sneered.

“Hey pal. Long time no see.”

“What do you want?” Zuko eyed the other three cautiously. He wasn’t stupid, he knew Jet wouldn’t have brought backup if he wasn’t planning something. Though, Zuko was confident he could take them in a fight if need be.

“Touchy touchy, so eager to get to the point. That’s fine, I figured you would be,” Jet smirked. “Where’re your friends?”

“Not here.”

“Too bad. I was hoping I’d have an audience when I beat the shit out of you,” Zuko stiffened. “Well, not me exactly. My friends here were happy to take up the offer instead.”

“Why’s that? Scared I’ll break your nose a second time?”

At that, Jet growled. He looked like he was about ready to rush in a take a swing at Zuko, but stopped himself.

“Don’t you wanna know what I found?”

“I figured this meet up was more than just a friendly hello, so yeah,” Zuko never let his guard down as they spoke.

“It’s pretty well known that your dad went to prison, I’m not surprised about that. He was a bastard after all, seems to run in the family,” even though he hated his dad, the comment still made Zuko’s blood boil. There were plenty of people in his family who he loved and respected, and he wouldn’t tolerate insults toward them from anybody, let alone this asshole. “But, it looks like there was some pretty illegal shit that went down in the company before he left. The same company you recently took over, am I right?”

“Get to the point, Jet.”

“I don’t think the public would much appreciate it if they knew the kinds of things your company did while your dad was in charge.”

“Like you said, it was when my dad was in charge. Things are different now.”

“It doesn’t make any difference. People don’t care who was in charge when scandals happen, they just care that they happened, and they’ll blame you for it. It’ll ruin you, Zuko.”

“You’re insane.”

Jet laughed, “That’s true.”

“I’ll ask again, then: what do you want?”

“I want my pride back. That night you took y/n away from me hurt, pal. It’s your turn.”

***

Y/n reached the front of the broken building. She was so caught up in her thoughts she didn’t realize she was already there. The place already felt foreboding, and she was hoping whatever she saw behind the building wouldn’t scare her. Not that she was scared; in fact, she was gearing up to tackle anyone who would dare to hurt her man. Yes, her man. Y/n crept around the side of the building, making sure to keep her body pressed against the brick walls. She could hear the commotion before she saw it, and she poked her head around the corner to watch what was happening.

Zuko, in all his glory, was taking on three guys in a fight while a fourth stood back and watched. Most people didn’t know this about Zuko, but he’d been taking different forms of combat classes since he was little, they both had. The difference was that y/n was much more open about it. So, y/n wasn’t surprised to see Zuko handling the three men with ease, though she was still worried. One thing she had learned was that it didn’t matter how well trained you were... one slip up could be fatal. In this case, she was more angry with him than anything else. She knew it would be dangerous and she had told him that, but he didn’t listen. She just wished she had gotten here earlier so she could understand what their motive was. That’s when she began to analyze who exactly these people were to Zuko, but she immediately regretted that decision when she really looked at the face of the fourth person.

Her heart stopped and her blood ran cold when she recognized him. It was Jet. That slimy bastard was the one behind this whole thing. Of course he was! Zuko must have humiliated Jet more than he let on that night, and while that put a bit of a smile on her face, she wasn’t any more relieved about the situation. Then, her heart stopped a second time, but for a different reason.

Zuko had made a mistake.

A small stone had caught underneath Zuko’s shoe in the darkening space making him stumble just slightly, but it was enough for the other three men to take the advantage. Jet laughed loudly as his ‘friends’ began to pummel Zuko. There was a sickening gleam in his eyes and y/n almost panicked remembering it as the same look he gave her the night of his party. Zuko fell harshly to the ground as the largest of the three men struck him on the side of the head.

No, she thought, fuck fuck fuck.

“Hey!” Y/n yelled running out of her place behind the wall of the building and into the open parking lot. “Stop it!” The men stopped their assault momentarily.

“I thought you’d said none of your friends were coming, Zuko,” Jet sneered. “I’m not mad about this particular friend showing up, though. Makes things more exciting, if you know what I mean.”

Zuko didn’t move much from his position on the ground, but he flicked his eyes up to y/n’s own when he’d heard her voice. At first, there was anger in his expression, and honestly y/n wasn’t surprised to see that, but slowly it turned to worry and regret.

“Y/n what are you doing?!” Zuko’s voice gave a hint of something almost desperate, like he wanted her to leave, but she wouldn’t give him that satisfaction. Even now, she was looking for ways to frustrate the shit out of him; this seemed like the perfect opportunity!

“Well, listen, I know you said not to come with, but honestly it was a little boring without you at home so... here I am!” She gave him a half smirk, Zuko just glared back. “Besides, if I’d known it was Jet who called you here I definitely wouldn’t have let you go by yourself.”

“Trust me, if I’d known it was Jet I wouldn’t have come myself at all.”

“Awe sugar,” Jet interrupted then, directing his words toward y/n, “I love that you’re still thinking about me. Although, I’m a little hurt you chose Zuko here over me, especially considering his history.”

“I told you! I wasn’t even in charge at the ti- argh!” Zuko’s sentence was cut off by a boot to his chest. He began coughing harshly. Y/n looked menacingly at the man responsible, striding forward a few steps.

“I told you to stop,” she growled.

“Or what? What are you gonna do, huh?” the man spoke to her with a chuckle. He was quite large, broad in the shoulders, and his voice was deep. Y/n wasn’t very intimidated, if she was being honest. She was more focused on Jet than the other three; he was unpredictable.

“I don’t think you wanna find out what I’m gonna do, so I’ll tell you one last time to lay off!”

The man drew his head back in a loud laugh, his friends snickering behind him.

“Jet, do you believe this bitch?” facing Jet, who didn’t speak, but stared blankly at y/n. The man then turned back to face her himself. “Your boyfriend didn’t stand a chance against us, what makes you think you could do anything?”

Y/n didn’t say anything further to the man. She stared him down, but with a relaxed form. This somehow made him incredibly angry. With one last shove to Zuko’s side, he stalked over to y/n with his chest puffed out. Still, y/n didn’t flinch or move from her position. When he was within arms distance he reached out to grab her, only for y/n to move out of the way just slightly, taking his outstretched arm and tossing him over her shoulder. Although he was much larger than she was, it wasn’t hard to shift herself into a position where he would be at her mercy. As his body flung forward and crashed onto the ground, he stared up at her in shock. He only registered his pain when she took his arm and yanked it to the side. At this point, the other two men had taken their focus off of Zuko to help their struggling comrade. Y/n took care of them just as easily.

Although Zuko had seen y/n fight before, he didn’t realize how much she’d improved since then. It was like watching a dance; a beautifully coordinated and mesmerizing dance. Her movements flowing and graceful, despite the fact that she was taking on three men twice her size. But, Zuko still felt the need to protect her with everything he had, even if she could take these men with her eyes closed. So, he tried to stand. The first thing he noticed was the pain in his chest like a sharp knife was gnawing at his insides; he must have broken a rib or two. Not the first time it’s happened, so Zuko shook off his discomfort and deemed it unimportant for the time being. His priority was y/n.

The second thing he noticed was the pounding in his head once he got himself upright. This made it difficult for him to focus properly, which is why when a figure came up from behind him he wasn’t quick enough to react. Jet pushed Zuko back down to the ground, Zuko landing flat on his stomach, his face pressed into the cement. Jet’s foot landed squarely on Zuko’s back, eliciting a painful groan from the pressure put on his ribs. His foot stayed there, pinning Zuko to the ground and ever so slightly increasing the pressure to his chest. At some point the pressure became too much and Zuko cried out unintentionally.

Y/n whipped her head around at the sound of Zuko’s cry. The fight was basically over and it didn’t seem like these men had much else to offer her, so she knew she could take her eyes off of them for now to focus on the real problem: Jet. As it so happened, he was the cause of Zuko’s shout, his foot pressed into the center of his back keeping him pinned to the rock-hard ground.

“Jet, get off him. Now.”

“Or what, sugar-tits? You gonna punish me?”

Zuko squirmed underneath Jet’s hold, fury emitting from him at the way Jet was speaking to y/n. He would not hesitate to beat the man again if he got the chance. Y/n just rolled her eyes, she knew what Jet was trying to do.

“You sure you wanna try that? Did you even see what I just did to your friends?”

As if in response, the three men groaned from the ground behind her.

“You know,” Jet spoke, “you’re a lot more capable of handling yourself than I thought you’d be. Guess it was a good thing I’d made sure you had a little extra to drink that night. Or maybe not. Could’a been more exciting if I didn’t.”

“Shut up!” Y/n screamed, her fists clenched at her sides. She didn’t want to react, she knew Jet was trying to rile her up so she couldn’t think as clearly. But, he’d hit a nerve bringing up the night he’d almost raped her. It was a topic she was trying to avoid at this moment.

“Awe. Sorry, we’re a little touchy on that subject, huh?”

“I said SHUT UP!”

Y/n went to move toward Jet, ready for a fight, but he had other plans. His foot pressed harder into Zuko’s back, making him cry out a second time, his fingernails scraping into the ground from the pain. Y/n stopped abruptly, her eyes widening at Zuko’s slight whimper.

“Okay, okay, stop. Please. Just-“ she hesitated for a second. “What do you want?”

Jet smiled. “It’s funny since I didn’t really expect you to show up. But since you’re here now, I guess it means something. This prick isn’t worth your time, y/n. He’s weak and he doesn’t deserve you. Why don’t you come back to me? I can take care of you, we can start over. And, I’d never hurt you, not like he has.”

Y/n stopped short at his last comment. How did he know about their past? How did he know Zuko had hurt her before? Jet must have noticed her expression because he continued...

“I know a lot about Zuko here, especially about the things he’s done to people he supposedly ‘loves’. There’s a lot he hasn’t told you. His sister isn’t the only one capable of doing a little research.” At that, he glared down at Zuko, increasing the pressure to his back ever so slightly.

Zuko gasped. So, he knew. He knew about everything; about how he’d asked Azula to look into his history, about his shared past with y/n... everything.

“I’m sorry about what I did to you earlier. But, I’m willing to make it up to you if you come back to me,” Jet spoke calmly to y/n. It was almost too much. Y/n looked down at her feet, unsure of how to go on. Zuko was only watching her with pleading eyes, hoping to god she wouldn’t believe what Jet was telling her.

After a brief moment, y/n looked up determined. She’d made up her mind. She walked calmly toward the two, stopping only inches away and looked straight into Jet’s eyes. Then, she offered her hand to him.

“You’re right Jet. I’ll give you another chance.”

Zuko’s heart sunk. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Just like that she’d left him to suffer at her feet. He was heartbroken, yes, but he supposed he deserved it. It wasn’t like he expected this to last - nothing ever did. He had hurt her too much to ever deserve her love, and y/n knew that. She could never be with him after everything he had done to her. She deserved better. She deserved someone who wasn’t weak like him, someone who could protect her. Zuko was a failure, and he should have known y/n could never love someone like him. His own father didn’t.

Jet smiled broadly, taking his foot off of Zuko’s back and grasping y/n outstretched hand. He walked a couple steps toward her, wrapping his arms around her waist, one hand travelling towards her ass.

“I knew you’d make the right choice, baby. You’re mine.”

Y/n looked him in the eyes, a small smile gracing her lips. Just as Jet was about to lean down for a kiss, y/n took that moment to strike, ramming her knee into Jet’s groin. He doubled over, wheezing, giving y/n the chance to strike his head, making him drop to the ground, his nose spurting blood down to his chin. Zuko was shocked, but immensely relieved. He felt like he could breathe again as y/n rushed over to his side.

“Are you alright? Where does it hurt?” She began asking him once she’d knelt by his side. Zuko just lay there captivated by her.

“You didn’t go with him,” he said finally.

“What? No, of course not! Zuko, I would never choose him over you... did you think I would?” She asked sadly.

“Well... yeah. I mean, kinda? I don’t know, I-“

“Zuko,” she interrupted him, “Look at me. I will always choose you. You’re important to me.”

Zuko watched her as she helped him to get on his feet, a small smile creeping onto his face. He was important to her.

The moment was interrupted by a glint in the corner of his eye just behind y/n. Without thinking, Zuko rushed to pull her behind him, shielding her from the impact of the knife which had just imbedded itself into his shoulder. Zuko yelled in pain, gripping onto y/n’s shirt while blood flowed freely down his back. Y/n was screaming. Jet backed away slowly, after having recovered from y/n’s attack and retaliating with the pocketknife he kept hidden in his shoe. He hadn’t meant for it to hit Zuko, and frankly he was surprised when it did, not fully registering the weight of his actions. He immediately turned and ran in the opposite direction leaving his comrades, as well as y/n and Zuko, on their own.

“Zuko,” y/n cried, “hey, look at me. Zuko, please-“

“Y/n, I’m fine,” Zuko forced out. “Just give me a second.”

“You’re not fine! You-“

“There they are! Guys over here!” A voice shouted suddenly. It was Sokka.

Behind Sokka was the whole group: Aang, Katara, Suki, and Toph. They all rushed to the couple, at which point Zuko began leaning heavily on y/n for support. Y/n immediately lowered the both of them to the ground, looking to her friends in desperation and placing her palm firmly over the wound. Zuko hissed. She maneuvered him into a position where his uninjured shoulder was leaning against her while they both sat on the pavement.

“What happened?” Katara questioned once they were close enough to see the damage.

Y/n looked to Zuko’s injury with regret, “Jet happened.”

“What?!” Toph yelled from behind the group.

“Guys?” Zuko spoke roughly, “What the hell? I thought I told you all not to come!”

“Zuko, I swear to god, now is not the time for this,” y/n looked to him deeply unimpressed. He glared back at her.

“So,” Suki jumped in, “is someone gonna call an ambulance or...? You know, for Zuko’s shoulder?”

“Wait, what’s wrong with his shoulder?” Toph asked, confused.

“It’s got a fucking hole in it,” Sokka put it frankly.

“What the fuck, Zuko?!”

“It’s not that bad! Seriously, it’s just my shoulder, I’ll live,” he glared at them, not wanting to make a big deal of the situation.

“You need stitches,” Katara glared back. “It won’t heal properly if you leave it.”

“Katara’s in nursing, you gotta trust her, Zuko,” Aang spoke for the first time since getting there.

Zuko looked to the ground, as if it would give him an answer to his problems. He never liked the hospital. It brought back too many memories from when he was younger. Then again, his friends were right. He needed proper care, and they weren’t even aware of the possible fractures to his rib cage.

“Fine,” Zuko relented. “But, you’re not calling an ambulance. We can just drive there.”

“Zuko-“

“Y/n, I’m serious. I just need something to bandage it and I’ll be fine until we get there.”

She said nothing, but nodded reluctantly. She looked to the rest of the group and they all seemed to be in agreement: they would drive. Y/n moved to stand, careful not to move Zuko’s shoulder the wrong way, and helped him to his feet as well. Once standing, Zuko seemed to sway a bit so y/n put her arm around his waist to steady him. She looked to him concerned, his eyes seemed unfocused and all his concentration went to making sure he didn’t fall over. Obviously, he was in a worse state than he was letting on, but he’d never tell them that. Instead, he leaned slightly onto y/n as they took a few steps forward. About a five steps in, however, his knees buckled and y/n had to jump in to catch him before he hit the ground.

“Zuko!” Y/n screeched. Sokka jumped in to help as y/n held Zuko in her arms. His eyes were shut tight, fists trembling. “Damnit, I knew it!”

“I’m fin-“

“Don’t.”

Y/n was at the end of her rope. She turned determinedly to the rest of the group, but before she could get a word out she realized she didn’t have to say much for them to get the message. Sokka and Suki were already running to grab Sokka’s car that was parked just down the road while Katara, Aang, and Toph helped in making a makeshift bandage for Zuko’s shoulder. Y/n turned back to him. His eyes were drifting and he felt limp in her hold. So much for being fine, she thought. In reality she was freaking out. She didn’t know what else to do, she wasn’t a doctor!

“Zuko...” she spoke softly but stern, cradling his cheek in her palm. He drifted his focus to her eyes, searching them, but it seemed like he was struggling. “You gotta keep your eyes open for me, ‘kay?”

“Y/n,” his words were almost like a whisper, “sorry...”

“Hey, no, don’t do that. This isn’t your fault.”

He stared into her eyes, contemplating on something. Then he spoke.

“You’re important to me too...”

“I’m- what do you mean?”

“Earlier you said I was important to you... you’re important to me too.”

He lightly grasped the hand cupping his face in his own, squeezing gently in hopes of conveying what he meant. Y/n got the message loud and clear.

“Zuko-“

“Y/n I need you to lift him up a bit for me while I wrap his shoulder,” Katara chimed in, unintentionally breaking their moment. Y/n did as she was told, lifting Zuko as much as she could while Katara fit the makeshift bandage around his shoulder and torso. Zuko groaned lightly in pain, his features twisted to try and hide how much it really hurt. Y/n did everything she could to help, even if it wasn’t much. Soon, Sokka pulled the car up next to them, Suki in the passenger seat.

“We won’t be able to fit everyone, so you guys are gonna have to decide who’s going first and I’ll pick the others up later,” Sokka stated.

“Y/n,” Aang turned to her, “you should be the one to go with him. I can stay behind.”

“I’ll stay too,” Toph said. “Katara should be in the car with you guys since she’s got the most experience medical-wise.”

Everyone nodded, Aang helping to lift Zuko into the back seat while y/n climbed in after, holding his body as close to hers as she possibly could. Katara got in on the other side of the car and they were off. Y/n never let go of Zuko the whole car ride, thinking of what he’d said to her just before. Of course he was important to her, she loved him and she would do anything for him.

Wait.

She loved him.

Oh god.

They pulled up to the emergency room, rushing to get Zuko help, and the whole way, from the car, to finding help, and finally to the whole gang sitting in the guest area waiting for some sort of update on Zuko’s condition, all she could think about was that... she loved him.

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AHH Okok so finally finished and I’m sorry if the chapter kinda dropped off at the end🤭😬😬 but I hope you guys enjoyed, I know it’s been a whole long ass time so this was something I was looking forward too! Again, love you guys and I’ll see you at the next chapter💕✨💖🥰

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