#ya know as in blink and you'll miss it lol

[sanguineterrain]

I'm BEGGING for a continuation of the drabble where Reader breaks up with Jason

Thinking of him injured and alone after almost dying is killing me 😭

this got more serious than i intended lol but i hope you like it anon! finally there is resolution!

jason todd x gn!reader. tw jason almost dies, hints of self destructive behavior, guilt, communication (i am forcing the batboys to be good communicators!!!), injured jason, dick being the bestest goodest big brother.

pt 2 to this

****

It's extremely stupid for you to be out this late, but if you hadn't left tonight, you'd probably never leave. And you needed to leave. You can't sustain whatever you and Jason had.

Asking him to quit would've been unfair, and you know he won't do it. This city pulls him back in every time.

"Where ya headed?" the cab driver asks. He doesn't look too shady. He'll definitely overcharge you, but at this point, you don't care. You just want to go home.

"Gotham Heights." You don't give him the exact address, but someplace close enough.

It's begun to rain. You try not to think about how you just left Jason. You turned off your phone as soon as you closed the door; you know he's probably calling like crazy, but as soon as you answer, you'll go back.

And you can't.

You blink back tears. You can't keep watching him throw himself into worse and worse danger. Jason fights crime like he'd sooner let it kill him. One day, it will.

The car pulls up to a stoplight. You're dozing; it's nearly eleven o'clock after all.

Suddenly, something lands on the hood. You jump, heart dropping.

"What the fuck?!" the driver squawks.

Nightwing perches on the hood of the cab. He lightly taps the windshield.

"Evening. Mind pulling over?" he asks pleasantly. "I'm actually their designated driver tonight."

"Nightwing!" you snap, hot with anger. "Get off the car!"

"You shut off your phone and left," Dick says, those white lenses zeroed in on you. His tone is cutting. "He's losing his mind. You know we don't go dark."

You close your eyes briefly. "We almost lost him, 'Wing," you croak.

"So your instinct was to leave?"

"Alright, that's it! Get outta the car," the driver says, unlocking the doors. "Fuckin' crazies..."

Dick opens the door for you and tosses a roll of twenties on the seat. The cab speeds off. You wrap your arms around yourself as he guides you to the sidewalk.

Several emotions cross Dick's face, before he lands on one. Sympathy.

"What happened?" he asks softly.

Your face crumples. "He died, Dick."

"I know," he says, holding your elbow. "I was scared too. But he's okay. He's the toughest guy I know."

"How am I supposed to keep him alive?" you ask desperately. "I can't."

Dick frowns. "That's not your job. I wouldn't expect that of you, and I know Jason doesn't either. None of us do."

You press your palms to your eyes and start to cry for real.

"I just want him to be okay. Every time he goes out, I think it'll be the last time I see him. I love him too much to lose him, Dick."

Dick hums. "Have you told him this?"

You shrug, wiping your eyes with your hand. "Some of it. I-" You wince. "I yelled before I left. He was being so nonchalant about it, and I know it was so I wouldn't worry, but..."

"I know. He can be a real pinhead about some things, but Jason's on it when it counts. He loves you a lot, and I think he'd want to know you're feeling this way."

You rub your eyes so hard you see shapes. "I don't know, Dick. I don't know if I can tonight."

Dick sighs sadly. "Alright. Look, I'll take you home. But can you at least tell him you're okay? He called me up, terrified. Said he dreamt you were in an accident."

Nightmares. The guilt triples.

You turn on your phone. Ten missed calls and fifteen unread texts pop up.

[10:38pm] Baby please come back

At least text me you're okay

I messed up, and you can leave, but at least tell me you're safe

[10:42pm] I'm calling Dick

Sweetheart don't get into a car

[10:43pm] Please don't I have a bad feeling about it

Call me please

You sniffle and tap on Jason's contact. The phone rings once before he picks up.

"Baby? Hi, hi. God, fuck. Are you okay? Is Dick there?"

Jason sounds wrecked. His voice is raw like he's been crying. Tears start to build up in your own eyes.

"H-hey, Jay. Yeah, I'm okay. Dick is here."

"I'm sorry," he says. "I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have scared you. Shouldn't have been reckless. I won't do that again. I won't patrol alone anymore. I'll-I'll work with Batman again. I called him just now. Told him I'd be at the Cave next week."

"Jay, don't force yourself to work with Batman for me," you say, your stomach a pit. "I don't want you to do something that'll make you miserable."

It's been better, lately, Jason's relationship with his family. It's not perfect, but then again, you wouldn't expect a family that dresses up in Halloween costumes every night to fight crime to be perfect.

"It won't!" Jason says. "Look, B and I have our differences. That's for damn sure. But I'm not so mad about it these days. And I should be safer. You were right. I want to come home to you, sweetheart, I do. If that means working in a team, then I'll do it. I'll do whatever will make us both happy and safe."

You squeeze your eyes shut. "I'm sorry I wasn't there sooner, Jay. I should've been."

"Oh." Jason sounds heartbroken. You can imagine him running a rough hand through his hair right now, tearing through the strands. "No, no, no. Baby, my love, listen. I don't blame you for any of this. That's not your responsibility. It's my job to keep myself alive. And Leslie's, once in a while. But I don't expect that from you. Never from you."

It's quiet for several moments. Then Jason speaks again, tone timid.

"Have I... did I make you feel that way?"

"No, you didn't," you say, opening your eyes. "Not directly. But... I don't know, Jay, I've just felt like there's nothing holding you back some days. You fight like you're fighting something inside of you." You bite the inside of your cheek. "I don't want it to burn you out for good."

Not again, you don't say.

Dick bows his head, and suddenly, you're there, watching them lower Jason Todd's body into the ground.

"I won't let it," Jason whispers. "I won't. I'm sorry I did this to you. Made you feel like this. I only ever wanna be good for you. I'm-I'm trying to be good."

Your lip trembles. "I wanna come home, Jay."

Jason makes a desperate sound, like a wounded animal. "Please come home, baby. I don't want you to leave. Wanna hold you so bad."

"Okay." You nod at the phone and look at Dick. "Can you take me home?"

He smiles, small and hopeful. "Of course."

****

Jason nearly tears the door off of its hinges before you can knock. He's probably been listening for your footsteps all evening. Your throat tightens.

"Hi, baby, hi, hi," Jason says, bracing himself against the doorframe as he pulls you into a hug. "Missed you so much. Love you so much. I'll be better, it'll be better. I promise."

You kiss his shoulder and bury your face in his warm chest, listening to his heartbeat. A-live, a-live, a-live, it says.

"Thanks, Dickie," Jason murmurs into your skin.

"Sure thing, Little Wing," Dick says, and you think he might sound a little misty-eyed. Sentimental sap.

"Thanks, D," you say softly, and Dick squeezes your shoulder.

"Get some sleep, both of you."

"You first," Jason says, and Dick laughs on his way out.

You help Jason inside, tucked under his arm, and this time, he lets you guide him to the bed. He allows you removal of your shoes and jeans before tugging you in with him.

"I'll be better," he vows, and rolls you over so you're face-to-face. "I promise."

"I believe you," you say, thumb brushing over his salt-streaked cheek. "I'm sorry I went dark, sweetie."

He shakes his head. "'S okay. Well, I mean, it's not, but I understand. I just want you safe. And here. But only if you wanna be here. I won't force you."

"Of course I want to be here, Jay," you say, kissing his cheek. "There's no place I'd rather be. I just... I want us to live."

Jason swallows and nods.

"I'll live. I will. For both of us."

#jason todd x reader #jason todd x you #jason todd x y/n #red hood x reader #red hood x you #red hood fanfiction #dc fanfiction #batman fanfiction #inbox #blurb

[eisforeidolon]

It really bothers me that people feel like JA is floundering without Jared around to clean up or cover his messes for him. As if Jensen is unable to manage his own career or do things unless Jared is there to help him thorough it like a helpless child. I love Jared and think he is doing great post SPN but to think Jensen is only able to make good decisions if he has Jared involved is ridiculous to me. Jensen is his own person why do ppl feel the need to belittle him like he is not smart.

I mean, I'm guessing by people you mean Jared stans obsessed with the whole idea of competition between the Js. Like the hellers/AAs, neither group is happy with their fave being successful alone, the Other!J has to be actively failing to prove just how inadequate they always were compared to Fave!J. In their heads, Other!J was always just a lesser sidekick who is ridiculous for thinking they could succeed post-SPN without Fave!J to make their projects a success. Everything they've both done since SPN proves this is true!!11!!!

Jensen said a few different times there were various things he'd wanted to do while filming SPN that couldn't be fit around it and still maintain a decent work/home balance, and his approach since SPN ended seems to have largely been to take anything that crosses his radar that sounds cool. Make some albums, voice act Batman, do a western, work with Kripke/be a live action super hero, play a sheriff, do a live action version of a video game character, etc.

Of course, if Jensen is Other!J to you? Well, he can't possibly be doing a bunch of different projects because he wants to. Nope, he's broke and desperate and taking literally anything he's being offered because he has no judgement and is probably secretly having to beg for offers. Putting aside TW, which is a whole tempest in a teacup on its own, but ultimately just a CW-typical YA fantasy drama on a network that no longer wants to be the CW?

When there's really nothing controversial, they go with shit like: The Boys is a terrible show and Jensen was both awful in it and had a blink and you'll miss it role anyway! Actors doing albums is always a pathetic joke, enough said. He only did animated Batman because no one would hire him for the real thing and he's only pretending to like superheroes now after never mentioning it before (lol), and superheroes are a stupid tired trend that is so over.

When there are questionable aspects to something, they're more than happy to bolster any controversy they'd dismiss and/or mock if it were Fave!J: Didn't you hear how Big Sky is misogynist for its first season centering on women being abducted and racist for not making those misogynist abductions Indigenous women because it's filmed in an area where a disproportionate number of abductions have occurred within that population, so it should be about that instead of the novel the show was already being loosely based on?! Obviously there were problems on the set of Baldwin's western, anyone should have known when they were looking for a replacement actor that late something awful was going on and never taken that job (and that's about the least shitty thing said on that one). Why didn't Jensen do in depth research into a game company before agreeing to do a trailer to make sure a random FPS game in a bog standard sci fi setting wasn't controversial? He's just so dumb/careless/desperate and actually a terrible person that he would take such awful, awful projects!

See? See? He's incompetent and literally all of his choices are bad and/or pathetic. This is, of course, COMPELTELY DIFFERENT than hellers/AAs claiming the exact same thing over everything Jared does. Ours are all totes valid complaints, theirs are just bitter stans whining because they refuse to admit they know our fave is better than theirs! Nah, everybody in this bar is ridiculous.

#askboxery #anonymous #anti actor stans #anti jared stans

[boyslit]

hehe it's #ficwip's word game Wednesday :3

got some snips 👇 all HSR, various ships, assume M rating for everything

i should have tagged @littlekiara96 for the snip from "Bartender's Delight" lol :3c

hot dragon young.wip

There was still plenty of time to meet up with the others for a late-night post-fight snack.

Caelus sat a bit tenderly on the seat instead of flopping down carelessly as usual. March grinned at him and passed a menu over.

Dan Heng looked up from his own menu to ask, "Are you alright?"

"Yeah. Peachy." Caelus stared down at the menu to decide on his celebratory dessert. Most of the desserts in Belobog were warm and hearty, like bread puddings and warm cobblers. But there were a few offerings of ice-cream like desserts that caught his gaze.

March squinted at him over her windberry shortcake. "You didn't go see Natasha after the fight, did you?"

Caelus shrugged. "I wasn't that beat up."

"But you were limping—" She frowned when Dann Heng shook his head at her. "What? Sorry I care about my friend, yeesh!"

Caelus put another spoon full of ice cream into his face and tried to will the heat in his cheeks to go away. "Anyway, what were you guys up to?"

Bartender's Delight.wip (Rara knows what this is :3c)

He laughs, almost in a self-deprecating way. "About me? I'm sure there's a lot more interesting topics just in the Golden Hour."

"Hmm, I doubt that," you said, letting your eyes trail down from his heavy jaw to his thick shoulders, and down his muscular arm to the scarred forearms under his rolled-up sleeves. "Besides, I was thinking you look like you could use some refreshment yourself, barkeep~"

His eyebrows perked up with interest, and a tiny smile tugged at his cheek. "I'm not sure what you could have in mind, that Felicitous Warmth you've got isn't half as good when it cools off."

You grinned. "Nothing that fancy, I'm afraid, but I think you'll still like it. We should probably partake in your office, though, for privacy."

Everything clicked into place, and his warm, intrigued smile made the corners of his whiskey-brown eyes crinkle. "I guess I could use a break, anyway."

homopathic medicine.wip

Hazy memories of strong, warm arms catching him before he hit the ground came back to him as he pondered the day's events. He frowned, frustrated at the little bit of excitement bubbling up at the thought. Yeah sure, fainting and being caught by someone was romantic and all but he was not going to have feelings for Sampo Koski just because the guy prevented him from concussing himself on the pavement. He was going to be sensible and have a nap like the doctor ordered, or … at least lie here with his eyes closed for a while.

a Sunday kind of Love.wip (the 20s au)

The excitement lasted all the way up until he saw Sam leaning against the paint-chipped door to an old truck, with a lazy grin and his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He leered at Luka from underneath the brim of a patched old newsie cap, looking for all the world like an alley ambusher spotting his next mark. It made something dark and warm curl around Luka's spine.

"Theeeeeere's our little star! I was wondering when you'd show up!"

Luka scoffed, rolling his eyes to break his gaze from the way Sam's shoulders rolled as he pushed himself off the truck door. "I know I'm not late, I left twenty minutes early. Don't you have a watch or something, fancy pants?

Sam pulled a pocket watch from his vest pocket and made an exaggerated face of suprise. "Well…how do ya like that?! You are early! I must've just missed you so much that waiting felt like an eternity," he said dramatically, gesturing widely with an arm towards where Luka had been standing. He opened his eyes and blinked at the empty patch of pavement.

DanNelo bits.wip (fan region au canonXoc)

Marinelo's eyes, warm despite their icy blue color, held his gaze as he reached forward and lifted Dan Heng's chin. Their lips pressed together softly, and Dan Heng let his eyes close, trying to savor the sensation. It was over far too soon; a chaste kiss, and the rose-scented night air rising to cool Marinelo's warmth from his skin.

The Lieutenant chuckled faintly. "Expecting a bit more, were you?" It didn't sound mocking, though. He almost sounded guilty.

Dan Heng licked his lips and glanced away. "...a bit," he said hesitantly. In truth, he wasn't sure how much he'd expected, or even wanted, but he knew if Marinelo wanted to kiss him in the garden all night, he wouldn't object.

"An apology, then." Dan Heng leaned his cheek into the palm that held him and closed his eyes as Marinelo leaned in to kiss him again, twice, longer this time but still hesitant. A third kiss found its home warmly on his forehead. "Forgive me," Marinelo whispered, holding him close. Dan Heng leaned his head against the finely-tailored shirt, listening to Marinelo's heart thudding just as hard as his own.

#my writing stuff #word game wednesday

[subtlereferencetomyinterests]

Complexities Unknowable Chapter 3

Ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/23274334/chapters/57175900

Chapter Two link: https://tha-best-url-evar.tumblr.com/post/614327945408987136/complexities-unknowable-chapter-two

MasterPost

Relationships: Established Relationship Dukeceit, eventual intrualiceit, background analogince.

Warnings: Remus says some things (mentions of biblically accurate angels, gore art description), food mention, mild sleep deprivation, cursing. As always everyone is sympathetic. Roast me if I forgot something. 

Word Count: 1,851

Remus was, once again, sitting on the counter in the light side kitchen. It was an ungodly early hour of morning, so the Commons were deserted. He was supposed to be waiting for Morality, according to the  spiteful little plot Dee had offered him that he hadn’t listened to all that well, but he surmised it meant he was supposed to fuck with a light side, so… Duh. Of course he was in.

Truth be told, three out of four of the self-proclaimed ‘light sides’ hardly bothered him! They were stuffy prudes, sure, but their insults slid off his back like blood off of steel. As long as he was doing his own thing with Deceit alongside him, everything was fine (he was still pointedly ignoring the existence of another Creativity). But looks like what Deceit wanted to do was torment Patton into, like, repenting? Or something? Like he said, he wasn’t listening.

Anyway! Waiting and watching was what he was doing! And doodling, because sitting still was literally impossible in Remus’ experience. Thankfully, he soon saw the paternal trait springing down the stairs. Straightening his back, The Duke put on his best intimidating face (which he thought looked rather silly, but Deceit assured him was very unsettling). He set down his sketchbook and blurred his edges. It didn’t work very well up here, but it was a little trick that they’d all- Virgil included- learned years ago. Honestly, he just used it to get cheap scares every now and then.

Patton strolled into the kitchen, whistling some jaunty tune and holy shit , Remus had figured it was some shtick, but was he just a cartoon character all of the time ? That was- sure, very adorable- but mostly all the more entertaining to scare!

“What’s up, Dilf!?”

Patton shrieked, nearly dropping a mug. With wide, startled eyes, he found the source of the noise. Said source watched the emotional trait force his expression into something amicable, laughing loudly.  

“Um- good morning, Remus! I, uh, didn’t see you there.”

“That was the point, MoMo,” Remus replied, dragging his claws screechingly down the side of a cabinet; Patton winced at the sound.

“Can I help you with anything?” Read: Why are you still here? Sometimes Remus wondered if he was too good at his job!

“Nope! Just enjoying the atmosphere, sketching, terrorizing…” He flipped onto his back, throwing his arm out and presenting his open notebook.

“You draw?” Patton seemed weirdly happy about that fact, managing a more natural smile. Seemed he thought he’d found something to work with, but that was likely to change.

“Of course I do, I am Creativity, after all! Here .” He handed over the sketchbook with a Cheshire smile. The creative trait had ensured it was flipped open to a detailed depiction of a being composed of several flaming rings, all of which absolutely covered with bloodshot eyes. It had an indiscernible amount of wings that could only be counted as ‘too many’. In the center of the rings was a swirling black void (a type of ink that took Remus weeks to conjure properly, thank you very much).

He watched carefully as Patton studied the image, looking bemused.

“It’s an angel!”

That seemed to only confuse the moral side more, making him tilt his head to a few different angles to look at the drawing. But he still didn’t seem upset by it, oddly enough.

“It certainly is an interesting interpretation,” He responded at last, “and all of these little lines must have taken you forever, that’s so impressive!”

Truth be told, they had taken a while, and Remus was very happy that the effort had been noticed- but that wasn’t the point!

“That’s nothing,” he took the sketchbook back from Patton and flipped through more pages. Aha! This would fuck him up, for sure! A full-color illustration of someone hung up on a meat hook, rib cage pried open like a spike trap to reveal very painstakingly rendered organs. He was actually quite proud of this one.

The only response that Patton gave, however, was a slight wrinkling of his nose when he first saw it, followed by more quiet observation.

“What do you think?” Remus prompted, watching as Patton set the drawing back down on the counter and began to assemble things for breakfast, seemingly unaffected.

“I wish I could draw that well, but I’m still not super good at it,” he said admiringly.

“I had to crack open my own ribs to make sure it was accurate, you know!”

Morality yelped at that one- score one for Remus! Finally!

“You wanna see my re-imaginings of my favorite Final Destination deaths? I’ve painted some with real- well, conjured- but real enough blood!”

But Patton didn’t even flinch this time; he looked more determined even!

“Art is a healthy outlet for expressing yourself,” he was almost certainly parroting Logan there, and he even seemed to believe the statement. Perhaps Remus would have to be a little more creative to get more reactions.

. “I agree! I didn’t expect you to have such an open-minded point of view. I’ll be sure you’re the first side to know when I make my next amateur taxidermy sculpture! Emphasis on the amateur!”

“Great!” Patton practically shouted, very stubbornly staring at the stove.

Before Remus had the chance to continue, the distinct sounds of Logan and Roman arguing their way downstairs met his ears, and he cut himself off. That was enough for one day, he decided. And anyhow, he looked forward to trying new ways to bother Patton next morning.

Deceit rose into the shadows of the Light Side commons with a smirk. It was an awful hour of the night, which was part of the plan. Not only was Patton the first awake in the morning, he was also often the last to sleep. Deceit supposed that Logan was looking after Roman and Virgil’s sleep schedules nowadays, which made it much easier to catch the artificial patriarch alone. That isn’t to imply that Dee had been tracking their schedules or anything, but the overwhelming lie that Morality surrounded himself with made him easy to track- especially in the night, when he had to pretend even harder that he was fine without the presence of his little family. Deceit entertained the idea that he should feel bad for the side, and maybe he did somewhere deep down. Deep, deep down. No, further than that.

Regardless of any such feelings, he was here to mess with Patton. Still unnoticed, he watched quietly as his target scrolled through Netflix, illuminated only by the dim glow of the television. The side looked so tired that he could’ve passed as a corpse, but gave a tiny smile after finally selecting whatever it was he was going to watch.

Wait. Wait. He was watching that ?

Deceit stared at the unmistakable green text that was the intro to The Good Place playing across the screen. If there was one thing he was expecting Patton to watch (Cartoons? Friends reruns? Slime videos?), it wasn't his own favorite show.

“Hm.” Deceit hummed.

In response, Patton shrieked and fell halfway off the couch. His head darted around until he finally spotted Deceit, who had slid down to sit on the sofa as well.

“Oh- um- good evening, Deceit! Wow, today is just full of surprises!”

“ Surely you won’t mind if I join you? This is one of my favorite shows, after all.”

Patton fixed his position so that he was no longer partially on the floor and looked the snake up and down. He paused the episode.

“ Really ?”

“Really,” and then, after some trepidation, “Honestly.”

Suddenly, Patton lit up dramatically, a happy smile stretching across his face. Fuck, wrong direction, Deceit wasn’t supposed to be cheering him up!

“I’m surprised that someone like you would like it,” Deceit continued hastily. Patton’s smile fell a little and he tipped his head in confusion.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean ,” He lounged back against the couch, “I didn’t think you’d approve of a show where all of the characters are such bad people .”

“What?! The whole point is that they aren’t bad!” Good, Back on track .

“Oh? Then what are they? Last I checked, the main character was very selfish .”

“I- okay, I see what you’re trying to do,” Patton turned to face Deceit entirely, “But they’re- they also-”

“Also what ?” Deceit was also sitting sideways on the couch now, his eyes glinting. He was certain that he’d talked the trait into a corner, which was why he was so utterly unprepared for Patton’s response.

“It’s, like, they all start off not great, but that’s because they were all set up for failure before the afterlife! They had it hard before dying, but when they were finally given the chance to actually get better, then they got better! They aren’t perfect , but they care about each other! And I think it really shows that sometimes, somebody can be wrong over and over and over again, but that doesn’t mean that they’re hopeless, or that they’re a bad friend, or…” He trailed off, looking down at his lap and blinking very quickly. “Or that they’re a bad person.”

Suddenly, Deceit wasn’t that sure that he wanted to see Patton upset anymore.

After a very uncomfortable silence that lasted far too long for his liking, the scaled side realized that he should probably be the one to say something.

“That’s…  a very in depth analysis, Morality. I’m inclined to agree with you.”

“Thanks,” Patton replied. When he looked up, his eyes held an odd recognition. It was a look that no Light Side had ever given Deceit, but they gave it to each other plenty of times. The side in question wasn’t sure if he liked it, but he sure knew that he was uncomfortable.

“So… The show…” He prompted.

“Oh, right!”

Patton pressed play.

Deceit had planned on doing some more provoking of Patton as they watched, but he found himself rather caught up in the program. The conversation he did end up making with the other incidentally slipped into chatting about their shared views on the show. It was almost nice. Maybe. Whatever.

After a few episodes, Deceit elected to return home for the night. As he was sinking out, he heard a sleepy voice bidding him farewell.

“G’night, Kiddo.”

He popped up in his bedroom after that, eyes quickly landing on a half-asleep Remus half-watching Saw 4 . The lights were dimmed to a glow, and the TV’s volume was so low that it might have been inaudible to anyone other than the more animalistic sides.

“You didn’t have to wait up for me,” Deceit murmured warmly, sitting beside his fellow Dark side. The trait yawned and rubbed his eyes, instinctively leaning into him.

“Wanted to,” he responded, voice groggy, “How’d it go?”

Deceit snapped his fingers to change into sleep clothes, reaching across Remus to flick off the lamp. As he settled in to semi-watch the movie, fingers automatically moving to card through his partner’s hair, he carefully considered the question.

“Fucking. Weird.”

Chapter 4

Tags: @deceits-left-glove​ @princemesscharming

#my writing #fanfiction #fanfic #sanders sides #ts #sanders sides fanfiction #Complexities Unknowable #deintruality #intrualiceit #dukeceit #demus #moceit #intruality #tw cursing #tw sleep deprivation #minor analogince #ya know as in blink and you'll miss it lol #creativitwins #patton #remus #deceit

[eternal-armin]

25 or 6 to 4 [part ii.]

you wake up somewhere you don't recognize, scared and in pain. across the bridge, sala and ymir find out that you've gone missing. reader: neutral. happy 666 posts lol cw: reader has been kidnapped, psychological manipulation, yandere jinx shenanigans.

at first, when you woke up, everything was fine.

your body ached a little, tingling with the warmth of your blankets- but that was always the case after training or after a game. so you nuzzled back into the pillow, waiting to fall asleep again.

but you couldn't. a pain crept like a spider, ebbing and panging from the back of your head. it was a strong, merciless ache, which worsened as quickly as it had come.

perhaps it was made worse by your sleepiness. groaning, you reached a hand up and rubbed the back of your neck; thinking it was just some sort of knot, you could easily knead it out.

no. it was a bruise. a bad one, judging by how damn much it hurt to press down on it slightly. your bleary eyes filled with tears. but you blinked them away, pushing yourself to sit up. a familiar freeze pricked at you like needles, uncomfortably cold at the realization that something is terribly wrong.

this wasn't your room.

you couldn't move. just like before, your instincts told you to go along with whoever it was. but there was no one here. no one that you could see, anyway. slowly, as if any sharp movement would set off a bomb, you looked around.

this was nothing like your room.

the aching walls were plastered with drawings and handmade posters in neon colors. hanging from the ceiling were some... metal creations, shells maybe, with the appearance of angry eyes and jagged teeth.

the blankets atop you, as well as the pillows beneath you, were your own. the bed wasn't.

against your better judgment, you... had to say something.

"hello...? am- am i alone?" your voice reverberated in your own head.

a few painstakingly slow seconds of silence passed before you heard movement. something clattered and heavy footsteps ran toward the door. the numb fear you felt was only worsened, nauseatingly stabbing at your chest.

"91! you're awake?" a familiar voice giggled beyond the door. after a moment, it swung open. gleeful eyes greeted you, accompanied by an unnervingly bright smile. the familiar silhouette, the azure hair, made your heart drop. sala was right. sala was always right.

"hiya, toots! how are ya?"

you stammered. your voice said what you couldn't, trembling with the tears in your eyes. "j-jinx? where am i? what is going on?"

maybe you should've let sala walk you home.

her grin faltered a little bit, as if she could read your mind. "well, i took ya somewhere safe! you don't really need to know where, it's fine. but i'm gonna take care of you, [y/n]!" she quickly regained her cheerful composure. in the dark room, perhaps she couldn't see the terror on your face.

you tried and failed to form words. she walked toward you, leaning down to look you in the eyes. her hands gently cupped your cheeks, wiping away the tears that fell. "jinx... why...?"

at those words, her smile did disappear. "i-i had to, honeybun. i saw you, and all of a sudden there were colors again! and they wanted to take that away from me? i couldn't take that. no, no no. i wouldn't be able to live, [y/n]. don't hold it against me. i promise, i promise i'll take good care'a ya. just as long as, y'know, you listen to me! 'ts not that hard, right?"

jinx broke into another smile.

after a moment, you nodded, sniffling quietly. you were too scared to deny what she was doing- you couldn't see if she still had that gun on her hip. you didn't dare to speak, knowing all that would escape when given a chance would be sobs.

"don't cry, sweets...! no, no, no, it's- it's okay!" jinx hugged you tightly. confusion laced her voice.

how could she not understand?

you shouldn't ask questions like that.

"you'll be okay, [y/n]. i've got ya. always and forever. you'll always be safe with me, okay? no one'll ever touch you- see you- again!" jinx pressed a surplus of kisses to the top of your head. the giggle which accompanied her voice simply deepened your fear. affection you would've, at one point, died for, now felt horribly petrifying.

"i mean, unless ya really wanna see someone. i guess i could figure somethin' out. just for you, just for my 91!" her happy giggles, evidently proud of what she had done, echoed in your mind.

your shoulders slouched. maybe it was a mistake, but you leaned into her embrace. you were too weak to do anything else. you were a volleyball player. not a fighter.

"there you are, angel. don't worry, don't worry at all. i've got ya, jinx's got ya. i'll never let you go. promise." she gently stroked your hair. her smile was almost audible.

"i love you so much."

"91!" ymir called, knocking on the door to your apartment. she waited impatiently a few moments longer, reaching for the doorknob. twisting it, she found it open.

weird, but not the weirdest thing ever. still, she was concerned. after that escapade with jinx, everyone was a bit worried.

the door opened. your apartment was a mess. fear crept up ymir's spine. the kitchen, the living room, your bedroom- everything was turned upside down. whoever it was, was hell-bent on finding something. some things were missing from your home. bedding, food, books, clothes... it was like you had hurriedly packed necessities for a long trip.

"sala- sala?" ymir called. she sounded scared. sala immediately ran to her side, eyes wide. her spine chilled at the sight.

"fuck. fuck. god damnit! stay here, i'm getting an enforcer!" sala didn't sound as angry as she was scared. the tremor in her voice was completely alien to ymir.

back alone again after a few seconds, ymir stared into your apartment. the worst outcome... jinx did something. she could've killed you and staged it to look like a robbery gone wrong. ymir didn't cross the threshold to find out. the best outcome, maybe it was just some bad news that you had to hurriedly pack for. a sudden emergency- you would be at the mercy of panic. but you'd been living in this apartment for years. this looked like someone, with no knowledge of your home, tried to find everything. ymir feared the worst, because nothing was pointing away from it.

"what's happened here?" ymir stepped back, allowing the enforcer to enter your ransacked home.

"i- i don't know. i came to check up on [y/n], and i found this. the door was unlocked. they never leave it unlocked."

"[y/n] [l/n]? the volleyball champion from last night?"

"yes."

"is it possible someone could've taken them for ransom?"

"jinx was with them for a while," sala interjected.

the enforcer took a breath, noting down the state of the apartment. "[l/n] didn't have any affiliation with her, did they?"

"of course not! can you just tell me what you're gonna do about this? they're missing!"

"don't worry. we're going to commence a search of piltover. usually, we would be obligated to wait twenty-four hours. however, considering the circumstances, and that [l/n] was a famous athlete worth a lot of money, we can probably start searching today."

"what about the undercity? y'know, where jinx lives? the person who was with them last night? who could've followed them?" the fear left sala's voice, leaving behind anger.

"ma'am, please, calm down. we'll find your friend, alright? i'll send down a few enforcers to do a basic search of the undercity. some things have been happening down there anyway."

"good." sala crossed her arms. but her set expression faltered, looking at the chaos beyond the pristine door.

#arcane jinx #arcane netflix #arcane #jinx x y/n #jinx league of legends #jinx x reader #jinx x you #jinx x gn reader #jinx x male reader #jinx x female reader #jinx x fem reader #jinx x gender neutral reader #arcane x gn reader #arcane x female reader #arcane x y/n #arcane x reader #arcane x you #yandere jinx

[dinner-djarin]

Next To You (Bucky x reader)

Just a little one shot I wrote after watching FATWS on repeat. (I tried to make it gender neutral but I may have missed something so I'm sorry if it's not!)

Rating: Mature

No use of Y/N

Word Count: 2.6k

Summary: Bucky is having nightmares, and you're there to comfort him. Based on the Julia Michaels song If You Need Me. (so if the ending sounds dumb go listen to the song you'll understand why lol)

Warnings: Fluff & angst I guess idk, kinda dark themes, because well it's Bucky. Just two people who have definitely been through some shit. Oh ya that reminds me swearing. Suggested that intercourse has happened but nothing descriptive. A little (a lot) about trauma but mostly about nightmares. If I missed something pls lemme know, I don't want anyone to feel triggered reading. But if you can watch the show and be fine, you'll probably be okay with this.

Also just letting you know if I put ~ its cause I switch the focus from Bucky to reader, but I'm not switching POV completely its all written in reader POV.

Every night brought pieces of the past. He never knew which memory would be dragged to the surface once he let his subconscious take over - clawing and scrapping against the walls he put up, begging to be let out; to be confronted.

Some nights were worse than others of course.

He wasn’t sure how he was ever going to out run the monsters of his past. For a while he just stopped sleeping. It may not have been a permanent fix, but he thought some relief was better than none at all. He used to go days, even weeks, without sleep during the war, so he figured it might be the best way to silence the past.

Dr. Raynor, however, caught on quick.

A lot of her methods seemed like bullshit to Bucky. He could tell she was genuinely trying to help him, but he doubted anything she had anything to offer him that would prove to be effective.

But at the end of the day she was definitely no fool. He had a tough time lying to her. She didn’t take anyone's crap, and that might have been the only reason he trusted her, even a little. It may have been the only reason he actually gave it a sincere try (besides the fact he’d be arrested if he didn’t).

So he probably shouldn’t have been surprised when she caught on to his sleep strike. In fact she called him out on it only three days in. He thought he’d get longer than that. Even so, he was almost relieved. After only 72 hours he already felt the nightmares slowly creeping into the day. Every time a door slammed or a car horn blared his body tensed. Every time he turned a corner he’d reach for a knife he no longer carried. So maybe it was better to let his past haunt his nightmares. That way he’d be alone when the memories took over. That way he wouldn’t hurt anyone else.

But he made a mistake. He did what he told himself he could never do. He let you get too close.

Falling asleep in your arms felt better than any therapy session he could ever imagine. It was the first time in forever he could remember what it was like to be his younger self. The version of him that marvelled at the idea of flying cars; who thought he could save the world by enlisting. The dreamy eyed boy who was hopeful for the future, who thought he had a future.

Lying next to you made him feel in control, like his problems didn’t matter. He was there to keep you safe, and warm, and comfortable. He never thought he’d feel like that with anyone. He didn’t think he was allowed.

You didn’t question his metal arm for starters. When Bucky took off his jacket, after the hundredth time you insisted - “It’s like 100 degrees in here Bucky, please take it off, you’re gonna melt” - he thought he’d instantly regret it. But you simply looked at it with wonder for only a moment, before returning your eyes up to his own. Staring back at you, he saw the wheels in your brain click into place. He could almost hear your thoughts as you decided what your next move would be.

In the blink of his eyes you tore your shirt off and stood completely still in front of him. For a moment his emotions were mixed, and he worried where your sudden advancement came from, but then he saw it. A thick white mark slashed across your torso.

You took only one step forward before speaking. “It’s not exactly… I know it’s not the same thing at all. But the scars - the marks we carry - they’ll be with us forever, whether we like it or not. Even if they remind us of the worst pieces of ourselves, or the worst moments of our lives, it reminds us that we can move forward. And it reminds me that there’s something to move forward to. I don’t know…it doesn’t really make any sense but somehow it’s almost comforting.  To know that something will always be with us, till the end”

His mouth was on yours in an instant.

He had been hesitant to let anyone in. After coming back - after going through everything he’d been through - he felt like damaged goods. He worried that the minute he let himself be happy, everything would come crashing down again, and he had good reason to believe it. It just kept happening over and over. It seemed like every time he found even a small amount of peace, the battle made its way back to him.

But when he found you, when he felt you, he felt peace. The softness of your skin, the gentle wave of your hair, the light scrape of your fingernails against his back and chest, your quiet moans muffled by his own mouth on yours. Being with you made the horrors of his past melt away. Even when you clamped down around him and bit into his shoulder muscle, even when he knew you’d left marks all over his skin. Knowing they came from you made all the difference. They didn’t remind him of the wars he fought, or lives he took, or the atrocities he committed. The sting of your nails and teeth weren’t pains from his past, they were reminders of his present, of the possibility of a life he could have. With you.

But in the end he knew that it was all wishful thinking. He knew he wasn’t cut out for that type of future. He knew you deserved better.

So he decided to let you off easy, to disappear from your life, leaving your shared experience to the confines of your bedroom. A memory, nothing more. He knew he’d have to sneak away once you fell asleep, because that way it might not feel real. Everything that happened between you might disappear with him.

But then he fucked up.

He was waiting for your breath to even out, a sign he would take to mean you had fallen asleep, but after listening to the air rush out of your body, and watching your bare chest rise and fall, your hypnotic essence overpowered his will, and he fell asleep alongside you.

Only he wasn’t asleep for long.

Eventually the past caught up, as it always had a way of doing. Images, and sounds, and smells all came flooding back to his uninhibited brain - sleep made him an easy target. He was vulnerable to every torment he caused, and every mission he was forced to carry out. Tonight was no exception. His brain managed to sift through every wall he thought he had up, and trudge yet another painful memory to the surface. The image of himself taking life after life, cruelly and viciously. There was no remorse, no stopping him. He saw every crime lord and politician he was made to terminate. Until his brain moved away to a new idea. The image of a young woman. Innocent and pure. But in the way of his mission. The Winter Soldier spared none.

He woke up in a blind panic. His surroundings were unfamiliar. Something was wrong. Was he being held captive or-

~

“Hey,” you made yourself known to him, and he twisted his head back to see you sit up beside him. You were quiet, and a worried expression blanketed your face.

Is he angry, you thought for a moment? No. Your brain was tired, and it was slow to process. Not angry, scared.

You knew from the minute you saw his arm that there was more going on. You already had some suspicions, nevertheless you expected there to be something like this.

For a moment, the two of you stared at each other in silence. You watched him regain his breath, and you carefully shifted your legs to sit crossed underneath you.

His steel blue eyes cut through the darkness, pinning you down. You wondered what was going on in his mind, what he might be doing to regain his grip on reality. You knew this moment too well. The quiet. The darkness. The fear. Not sure of how to move forward.

You were scared too, but not of him - more like you were scared for him. You knew he must be going through something, and you wanted to be there to help, but you also knew that was easier said than done. “Being there to help” was a nice concept, but in reality - well things were generally more complicated. You didn’t know if it’d be alright to approach him, mainly because you were unsure of your role in all this. Were you really someone he wanted around when he was so obviously vulnerable? You’d never seen him so raw and exposed, like a wound you wished you could tend to, while also fearing that your interference could make things worse.

You knew he wasn’t going to ask for your help, you could see he wasn’t that kind of man, but maybe if you made the first step, and let him choose - maybe he’d let you in. So, you held out your hand and waited. After a moment, you saw him move, only slightly though. His eyes darted down towards your hand and he subtly lifted his fingers off the bed. But it only lasted a second. He froze again, hand hovering near yours, and that’s when you realized he had been reaching for you with his left hand. You had been wary to touch it before, you thought it was probably a sensitive subject. Something about the idea of touching his metal arm seemed more personal, if that was possible. Like only the most trusted people in his life might be allowed to… and maybe not even then.

You felt your own eyes drop to your lap, an almost nervous energy now emanating in the space between you. But just before you could drop your hand too, his fingers hesitantly entwine with yours.

You shot your eyes up to see his right hand grazing the palm of your left. As your gaze slowly elevated, you found your way to meet his own eyes, only to notice the very sudden change in them. Whatever fear or darkness hid their before had now melted away. You couldn’t place it, but whatever emotion he now held sent a chill from your core to your fingertips. A lump in your throat formed and for a moment, you thought you might never be able to breath again. The look in his eyes was almost soft, but with a hint of yearning. Fire was blazing through every nerve in your body, while a chill kissed your skin, making every hair stand on edge.

Feeling outrageously brave, you took your free hand up to his jaw and held him there, gently swiping your thumb over his cheek, and allowing your fingers to reach slightly past his hairline and to the back of his neck. You wondered if he could feel the raging storm of your emotions through your touch.

“You okay?” you managed to whisper to him.

“Nothing I haven’t dealt with before” his answer pierced your ears with a hard tone, refusing to let any vulnerability resonate in his voice.

You shake your head at him, wishing he wouldn’t play pretend. “Okay then,” you mumble, letting your hand drop from his face. But as it fell, Bucky was quick to grab it, and hold it with a gentle squeeze. When you looked at him again, you knew he meant it as a reassurance, trying to tell you that he was okay.

~

He couldn’t handle the way you looked at him. Like you could see every thought in his head. A knowing gleam in your eyes told him that you didn’t believe him, and you’d be right not to. He wasn’t okay. He never really was. There was so much darkness surrounding him, poisoning every inch of his life. But you. Your touch was gentle and your voice was kind, and even though he had just seen your scar, he couldn’t help but think your world must have been so much brighter than his own. Looking in your eyes, he almost wished he’d never met you. He was so afraid that his pain might infect you too, the only good thing he had left. He wouldn’t ever be able to forgive himself if he let that happen; if he let his past ruin your future.

He wanted to leave, he needed to get out, before any of that could happen.

He slid off the bed quickly, and made his way to grab his clothes, but before he could you grabbed his hand - his left hand.

“Please Bucky don’t.” was all you could say. But the way your voice broke, on the verge of tears, fear of being rejected, of being left alone in the dark by the only man you ever wanted to let in - it was enough to stop his heart. He stood there, frozen from your touch. You kept his hand in yours, and for a second you worried it was too much. You worried you betrayed whatever trust you had built with him. Just holding his bare metal hand felt more violating and revealing than the fact that both of you remained completely naked. But you didn’t want to pull away. You didn’t want him to think you were afraid of him, afraid of the fact his hand could pulverize yours in a second - because you weren’t. You’d felt his touch. You knew how gentle and caring he could be. And you wanted him to see it too. That he wasn’t defined by his worst fears.

You pulled your body towards him, kneeling at the edge and facing him, “You don’t have to leave.” you spoke softly, as if he might be spooked and run off if you were any louder. “You don’t have to push everyone away. Please don’t push me away… I-”

Before you could finish, he was crashing into you. His tongue invading your mouth, like he was trying to soak up your unsaid words. His hands held your waist in place against his, steady and strong, but there was still resistance in his fingers; a hesitance to use too much force with you. You could feel how he feared he might hurt you.

Slowly you leaned back, feathering your fingers over his shoulders to guide him with you, and when he hovered over you, you let them slide into his hair, grabbing what you could and leading his head down…

~~~~

You lay there in the dark with your head on his chest, listening to his steady heart, feeling the crisp sting of metal graze your back. And even though you knew it was ridiculous, all you could think about was how you wanted to keep him safe. The man was stronger than any other human being, and probably thought you were fragile and helpless, and needed his protection more than anything. But still, you wanted him to be okay. You wanted him to know he could be safe.

“I’ll fight them for you.” you whimper quietly, suddenly worried that Bucky may have already fallen back to sleep.

“Huh? Who- what do you mean?” his words stuttered and tripped over his tongue. His half sleeping brain was suddenly running a mile a minute trying to decipher your statement. Who were you fighting? Why would you need to fight them for him? Surely he was more capable of fighting anyone off. He should be protecting you-

“The monsters” you said a little louder. The words feel childish and awkward in your mouth, and once you said them, you wished to take them back. But you decided to push forward, “if you want me to… if you need me… I’m here”

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x you #bucky barns x reader #bucky x you #bucky x reader #fatws bucky #fatws #the falcon and the winter solider spoilers #tfatws #fanfic #post snap #marvel

[ambivalent-anarchy]

Body

Part 1 of 2

Part 2

Masterlist

Gender: Female

Pairing: Peter Parker x reader

Warning: None

Anon requested- can I get a one shot where the reader does the body positivity trend with the new megan thee stallion song and the reader is insecure about how ppl will react to it?? Most importantly how peter will react to it?? K thanks

Awww I love doing smol readers and where Peter's actually the one that has it together lol sooo thanx for this

The TikTok is that new body positivity trend with that Megan Thee Stallion song. Couldn't link it because tumblr acts weird about links but part 2 will have a video for Peter. Also reader will be 18 (senior in high school) cuz some people think minors shouldn't participate in the trend lol

A/N: Either a motivation fairy hit me in the middle of the night or I'm really just that bored to the point where I had no choice but to get my motivation to write back. Either way I'm happy lol. Enjoy! Thanks to @yumings and @kelieah for helping me feel confident in this lol

Will definitely be a two parter🙂

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Body oddy oddy oddy oddy oddy oddy oddy-

You'd finally finished editing the video.

It was a simple, short collage of all of your favorite selfies and pictures that showed off your body well. There was a new trend going around on TikTok and when you saw it you just had to jump at it headfirst.

People would take their favorite pictures of themselves, ones that showed off their bodies just the way they liked, and they'd put it to the sound of Megan Thee Stallion's song "Body".

You looked through your entire phone gallery to find pictures that you were confident enough to post, some you'd forgotten you even took in the first place.

When you were done, you threw in the simple caption that everyone was using.

Heard we're using this sound to show off. My turn then😜

Yeahhhhhh, the caption sounded much more confident than you actually felt.

You actually thought about deleting it from the minute you posted it. Insecure wasn't even the word for it. And even with your followers there to hype you up, you couldn't help but feel self-conscious. So, albeit hesitantly, you went to your friends for support.

The first person you showed was Michelle.

"You killed that," she said in math class as she passed you the phone underneath the table so that the professor wouldn't see.

"Thanks," you said. "I was honestly kinda nervous about it." You noticed her incredulous look and explained yourself, toying with the loose strings on your jacket. "Like seriously, I don't wanna fish for compliments, it's just that there are so many better ones out there."

Michelle gave a lopsided grin. "That's just you being insecure, you dork," she retorted. "You look hot." She gave an uninterested glare at the teacher when they told her to be quiet. Then she turned towards you with a smile. "You shown Peter yet? I bet he'd agree."

You shifted in your seat nervously and MJ immediately caught on. "What, you don't wanna show him?" She gave you a look when you took a while to answer. "Dude he's literally your boyfriend. I'm pretty sure he'll like it."

"MJ, we haven't even-" you looked around secretively. "-we haven't even taken our shirts off in front of each other yet. There's literally a pic of me in my sports bra and I.." You shrugged, a little embarrassed by the conversation topic. "I-i just don't know how he'd react."

You and Peter were a fairly new couple and were taking it slow. You'd only ever kissed, cuddled, and held hands so far. Plus, you were a major causal clothes wearer. Sweatshirts and jeans, those were your specialty. The two of you were in no rush and you were both fine with that, but you had no idea how he would react to seeing pictures of you like that.

And, though it wasn't the most feminist approach, you kinda wanted to impress him. Was that so bad?

MJ, forever the voice of patronizing reason, rolled her eyes at you. "So, let me get this straight. You're not fine with your boyfriend seeing sexy pictures of you, but you're okay with literal strangers seeing you instead?"

"Look, I know it's-"

"No, no I totally get it," she said with a sympathetic smirk, before laughing. "I just wanted to show you how dumb it sounded though."

The bell rang, signaling the end of class.

"Look," she said, standing up and getting her things. "You have nothing to be worried about. Peter practically worships the ground you walk on. He'll love it."

When you showed Ned, he genuinely didn't give a shit.

"Oh my God, there's a new Megan Thee Stallion album?!"

"Uh, yeah."

"I have to listen to it right now!"

"Yeah okay, but do you like the-"

He was already plugging in his headphones before you even finished your sentence.

You showed Harry next. If anyone was gonna rate you unabashedly, it'd definitely be him.

He was the only friend you had in your lunch period, so you met up with him every day. Towards the end of lunch that day, you'll pulled out your phone and asked if he wanted to see the video. He enthusiastically agreed.

He watched the short video with an amused expression, bopping his head to the music all the while.

When it ended, he handed you your phone back and gave you a high-five. "Damn girl!," he praised. "Just throwing it out there, if Peter fails you, I'm hella available."

"Heh, thanks." You smiled as you felt your entire face heat up. "Ya think he'll like it?"

"What, you haven't shown him yet?" You shook her head, giving a nervous smile. "Oh-" he nodded confidently. "-he'll love it. Trust me."

"Are you sure?," you asked.

"Yeah," he responded with a shrug. "Why are you so worried?"

"Because he's not-..he doesn't really seem-" You couldn't find the right words for it. "I dunno, I just really want him to like it!"

Harry scoffed. "Look. Let me tell you a little secret about Peter Parker," he snickered. "Or practically all guys for that matter."

"Okay?," you said, curious as to where this was going.

He smirked. "You remember when he introduced himself to you at my party last summer?"

You nodded.

"Well, hon..." Harry lowered his head to where he was whispering in your ear. "Your personality wasn't what he was noticing from across the room.. catch my drift?" He chuckled when he saw you blushing as you caught where his eyes had wandered. "Just sayin'."

Seeing your incredulous expression, Harry continued. "Peter likes to act like he's not checking you out every second of the day, but I promise you he is. That little "I'm so respectful and bashful" crap he has going is complete B.S."

You smirked and rolled your eyes as he pulled away from your ear and kept walking. "You're an ass."

Harry shrugged. "True, but I'm a realistic ass." The alarm on his phone sounded which marked his time to start heading to his next class. Standing up, he smiled down at you. "Seriously, if I could take back all the time spent listening to Pete go on about how good you look in your jeans, I'd be one well rested guy."

You rolled your eyes, but it betrayed the small smile growing. After all, he wouldn't be Harry if he wasn't a flirtatious dweeb. "Bye Harry."

"Show him the video, [Y/N]. He'll love it. You know I'm right."

And then there was one...

Later in the day, you were talking with MJ after school, waiting because Peter always insisted on driving you home because chivalry was not going to die as long as he was alive to keep it going.

When he finally showed up, the first thing he did was take you by the hand and give you a quick peck on the forehead.

"How are you guys doing?," he asked as your little trio started to walk.

"We're good," you chirped, ever so conscious of the phone in your pocket that you were suddenly very hesitant to pull out.

MJ noticed and nudged you. "You got anything you wanna show anybody, [Y/N]?," she asked with a smirk, causing Peter to look at you curiously.

You stayed quiet, but MJ still wasn't putting up with it. "I think you may have a video that you made..."

You remained silent and Peter looked at you, a lot more confused now. MJ frowned. "Um... cough.. cough."

Peter laughed and stopped walking. "Okay, what am I missing?" He looked to you and when he didn't see your expression falter, he looked to MJ. "What's going on?"

Michelle shrugged. "[Y/N] wants to show you a dumb TikTok she made but she's scared about how you'll react."

"Michelle!," you scolded.

She shrugged again. "What? You weren't going to say anything anytime soon."

"A TikTok?," Peter questioned. "Cool, which one did you do this time?"

You could feel your face heat up for the hundredth time that day. "It's a...um.." You stared down at the ground. Jesus, this was hard. "..It's a body positivity trend."

His eyebrows went up at that. "Oh, well um.. is it cool if I see it?," he asked.

You blushed. "Sure." You pulled out your phone and opened the app. When you got to the video you quickly shoved it into his face before you had a chance to second-guess yourself.

Both you and Michelle watched Peter's face as he watched the video.

His cheeks immediately turned red but his expression was unreadable. He had to have watched it over 5 times before MJ pulled the phone out of his hand. "Helloooo, earth to Peter Parker?"

She snapped into his face several times and he started to blink wildly, apparently being pulled out of a trance. "I...um- heh.."

You gave a small, nervous smile. "..did you like it?," you asked, growing confused as stared at you, his expression still the same. "Um, Peter?"

Suddenly, he smiled and let out a little chuckle. "Sorry... just..." He laughed again and scratched his head, unable to keep eye contact. "You're just- like.... really hot."

You blushed. Fuck. "You're not just saying that are you?"

"No, really like-" He looked back at the phone. "...Damn." He bit his lip. "How on earth did I get so lucky?"

"Okay, can we please get in the car before I throw up?"

The two of you looked at an uncomfortable MJ with embarrassment riddled on your faces. "Yeah, totally," you said with an awkward cough. "Sorry."

"Nice video [Y/N]," Peter murmured bashfully, opening the door of his car for you, his face still beet red. "Really nice..."

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[kulemii]

an unwarranted, not asked for (positive) rant about Yakuza 5

So, I get it. Yeah? In the grand scheme of the yakuza 5 plot, Aizawa definitely should not have been the final boss but he was (more on that in a different post). We gotta get over it. I'm not gonna waste a bunch of energy frothing at the mouth about how much better the story wouldn't been if the writers had done x, y, z.

I'm tired of ruining RGG games for myself by doing that. I'm nearing the end and there's a certain formula I've come to terms with that is in EVERY SINGLE GAME. So, imma just love it for what it is, write my lil fanfic and call it a day.

Yakuza 5's plot was convoluted and maybe even longer than it should've been but I still really enjoyed it.

If I'm honest, because 5 was so long, I got this odd sense that I would play it forever. So once it ended, I got pretty bummed out.

It's funny because as I came across aspects of the game that were unfamiliar I greeted them with a roll of eyes and a groan and without fail, I wound up loving whatever it was and wanting more of it.

I'm not a game reviewer. I can barely even write but I'm going to take a shot at talking about the things I loved about 5 that aren't really related to the plot. If ya wanna read my babbling, feel free but expect no semblance of order or structure. If ya want a proper game review, you won't find it here lol. I'll try to keep it spoiler free here and make a different post for when I talk about the characters specifically where I will wanna go into more detail.

Alright..

Graphics:

Visually, I think it looked pretty damn good. I played it on PC and had very few problems. There were times when it was a lil wonky. For example, some of the cutscenes looked like they were ripped straight from the PS3 version for a few seconds, especially if the camera was zoomed out from the subject. Sometimes, the blurring was very obvious to the point of it being eye catching but I don't know if that's just because of the time I spend editing that makes me pay attention to things like that or not. Another thing I took issue with was the glossiness of the eyes of some characters. Like, say, Kiryu. He looked like he was on the verge of tears for majority of the game and that broke some of the immersion (for me) when he's supposed to be threatening and tough.

Other than that, it was great. I loved the animation details. I'm a sucker for that sorta thing. All of the little facial expressions that are 'blink and you'll miss it' are right up my alley. Aizawa, I'm looking at you! I'm not scoring things but if I were, I'd call it a 10/10 for sure. 20/10 for Aizawa's facial expressions alone.

Gameplay:

Combat-- Booooy. The combat/progression system was a lot of fun. The training was engaging and I was (for the first time out of the ENTIRE franchise) thrilled to max out all the stats. The addition of the extended health bar and the Tatsuya health bars (idr what they're called) were great. Doing all the training, having the dragon gauge filled, the health bar doubled and the focus, strength and spirt bars filled brought something different to the combat that I really enjoyed. Kiryu and Saejima were OP'd af but I loved it. Kiryu and Akiyama's combat was very appealing and seamless (mostly). I preferred playing as them the most. Saejima was okay but nothing that really stood out to me, personally. Shinada's combat was extremely clunky though and unless I had weapons I enjoyed, I loathed fighting with him.

Side/sub stories-- this was one of those areas that I rolled my eyes at and then got fucking obsessed with once i got used to it (except Haruka's; I was looking forward to hers because I expected something different).

- Working as a Taxi driver? You kidding me? What the fu--Oh, damn. That's actually pretty neat-- Hold on, I get to race-- What?! I FINISHED IT?! ALREADY?!

-Seriously? Hunting? You've gotta be-- Oh that's that guy that that one tumblr acct is always posting about-- If I get rammed by one more fucking deer so help me-- Wait, I don't wanna leave the mountain yet!

-Don't even get me started on Haruka's. I get to watch Haruka do choreography to some fucking bops?? I get to dance to more bops in town??? I get to shake hands with creepy, sticky fans??? And read Haruka's sweet reactions to fanmail????? SIGN ME THE FUCK UP!

One issue though is that I didn't get into Shinada's side story. The baseball thing was just not for me. In it's defense, everything else, I'd gone back and given it a chance and wound up loving them but I ruled this out from the get go. That's on me. It's probably great but nah.

I am really bummed that Akiyama didn't get a side story. One thing that I will complain about and give my unwanted suggestion is: if they didn't wanna give Akiyama a side story, they could've given him double the substories but that's just because I am a whore. SO no hard feelings.

Locations:

Nagasugai, Fukuoka-- was pretty. It gave a sense of serenity before Kiryu's ultimately dragged back into the fray. I enjoyed exploring it. The npcs were friendly and with that one bracelet, it was nice not having to fight random thugs every 2 seconds. I loved that one little quest where you have to go around collecting trash. That was oddly fun to do (the sfx were oddly satisfying too) and then going back to work and seeing Kiryu's progress on the board: Loved that. Kiryu's apartment was nice too. It was all clean and organized which was a shock because he was so clearly depressed. Buut that might've had something to do with the owner of that extra toothbrush thoooo.🤭

Tsukimino, Sapporo-- very nice! Prison and the mountain village didn't really offer a whole lot visually (imo) so it was a nice change of scenery. It was really pretty. The snow festival sculptures were super cute and I kinda wish that it played more into the story just so I could see what they'd do at such a festival. At the time of writing this, I just remembered that I forgot to go back to the snowball fight which is a bummer. Maybe I'll go do that.

Kin'eicho, Nagoya-- very unsettling. It was another factor that kinda encouraged me to speed through Shinada's route. It came off as really eerie, grimy and seedy. Perhaps that was an intentional, creative choice given the type of life Shinada leads but it was too off putting for my liking.

Sotenbori and Kamurocho-- tried and true. Loved them. Always gonna love them. But let me just take a moment to congratulate my husband on Kamurocho Hills turning out amazingly!! Job well done, babe. Love you! It looked great and it would've been so cool if I could've explored it outside of combat.

Music:

I expected nothing less from the Sega Sound Team but they did a fantastic job. I loved the music. Now, there were times where they'd play a cheesy song during a really corny scene that made me cringe a couple times buuut I have come to expect that so it was all good. Majority of the time, the music did a swell job of setting the tone and making the story that much more immersive. No major complaints from me. My personal favorites are: all of Haruka's songs (duh), 'Be the Star!!' and 'Comin' at ya, My girl.' I was pleasantly surprised to find on Spotify 'Be the Star!!' is 4:36. I have been playing it to hell. It's playing right now and what about it????

Overall:

Yakuza 5 was a fun time. When I sit here with all my thoughts and just accept it for what it is, it's a solid game in every sense and I genuinely take back anything negative I said when I first started getting into it. This comes at a surprise to myself but it's over taken Kiwami 2 as my second favorite game in the franchise, Yakuza 0 being number 1, naturally. I already have the urge to replay it which is refreshing because I stopped having that feeling after playing 3 and 4.

If there is one thing that I wish I could change about the game, is that there was so little Majima it made me sad, especially with the plot being what it was.

Anyways, if you're looking for a sign to play Yakuza 5. This is it. Go! Do!

Next post, I'll be talking about the characters that stood out to me that I'd like to voice my opinion on from 5.

#yakuza 5 #kulemiirants #thanks if you read this far ^^

[the-stuff-of-quenei-azryneth]

I always have, and always will...

Your parents are going overseas with you. It was the day before your departure, you ran to Juza crying. "Juzaaa!!! I don't wanna go!" Tears streaming down your face, as you cling on to Juza's jacket. "(Y/n)..." Juza didn't want to see you cry, and parting with you actually hurts him more than it hurts you. You are his only friend outside the family, and yet here you are leaving. "Juu... waaa! I wan... na stay wi*hic*th you!" You barely completed your sentence in between your sobs. Juza, however, an attempt to make to you feel better, he rubbed his free hand on your back but it only made you grip even harder. " 'Kay. What if I buy us ice cream, will that cheer ya up?" His second attempt worked, you gave him a weak nod and he slowly wiped the dampness in your eyes and went to the your usual sweet shop.

"Juza, If I ever come back, will you be here waiting for me?" You sounded like you are about to choke. You already know what he's going to say, but you wanted assurance. " 'course." Juza answered with unwavering ness in his eyes. Those were simple words yet, somehow,  you feel a wave of overwhelming relief wash over you. "Good, because you're seeing this face of mine whether you like it or not." Your declaration made Juza let out a light-hearted chuckle and soft smile appeared on your face. "You finally smiled," Juza whispered, and you almost missed it. "Eh? Well, hanging out with you always have, and always will make me smile." Juza had a hint of blush on his face, luckily you too looked at another direction to hide yours.

"Here ya go." Juza played it cool and hands you your ice cream. "Woah, that's a lot of flavours." You stared at your tricoloured ice cream. "You'll melt it if ya keep starin' at it." "Pfft... Alright. When I get back, buy me the same ice cream, okay?" "' 'Kay." Juza replied with a warm smile on his face, "I Promise."

"Oi! Hyodo, wake up!" The sound of his flatmate, Banri, woke him from his dream. "You were laughing like a weirdo in your sleep." Banri looked visibly annoyed. "Says the guy who was moaning a model's name two nights ago." Juza retorted. "Whaddya say?!" They are about to raise their first, but Sakyo is standing by their doorway. "Both of you, shut up!" They felt chills down their spine, as Sakyo entered their room. "Now, now, Sakyo." Omi followed Sakyo inside, To bid them out of the room, and the four of them got out.

"Ah, Nii-chan! You're up early!" Kumon wears a tight-lipped smile as he greeted Juza. "Kumon, whassup?" Juza peered into his face, but Kumon immediately looked away. "Ya hiding somethin' from me, Kumon?" Kumon darted his eyes to the main entrance. Just then, there was a soft knock on the door. Kumon walked towards the door and slowly opened it, "Surprise?" The moment the door opened, you leapt right into Juza's arms, catching him off guard by hugging him tightly. "Juzaaa! I missed you so much!" You loosen your grip a little to catch a glimpse of his face. Juza's mind is still processing the situation. He couldn't believe his eyes, the person he had longed to see is right there in front of him. He can tell you just arrived by looking at your clothing. He blinked again and again in disbelief, "(Y/n)?" Saying it somehow made his heart thud like crazy. "Dude, you're killing the mood here! This is supposed to be our happy reunion!" You pouted but immediately hugged him again, this time more comforting and gentle. Your heart sang in happiness, as you caught a whiff of his scent, "[I missed this scent, I missed you, Juza...]" You slowly looked at his face again, not too different from back then. "Now, say those words." Juza already know what you meant, but is too embarrassed to say it. "Wel...Welcome home?" You can tell he's still shaken by your sudden appearance. "Say it properly!" "Welcome home..." And you thought you can't smile wider than you already did. "It's good to be back." You are completely unaware of your surroundings like he's the only one you see and nothing else.

"Juza is dating?!" A loud voice across the hallway brought you back to the real world. You turn to see a young woman around her 20's sprinting to your direction. "[Hm? Oh, she must be the director.]" Thanks to the troupe's blog, you can tell who's who just by one look. When you were about to introduce yourself loud voices from other troupe members cut you off. "No way!!!" All of them exclaimed at the same time. "Uh... This is Nii-chan's friend, (Y/n)." Kumon explained the whole situation to clear the misunderstanding.

"Ah, so you and Juza are friends since childhood. Well, colour me surprised." "Yes, and you must be Omi, oh wait... can I call you Omi?" "I don't mind at all." "[Woah, He's tall, built, and has a mom-ish vibe going on around him.]" "To think Hyodo has a friend like you." A tall guy with light brown hair interjected. "[He's Banri, I think?]" "How did you and Juu-chan meet?" A pinked hair boy asked, "[He's Juza's cousin, Muku.] Well, I was bullied back then, but Juza came to my rescue. And that's how it started. At first, He would always keep his guard up but eventually relaxes with time. He's a really sweet boy." "Wow, it's like a scene from a shoujo manga!" Muku's eyes gleamed in delight. "..." Juza remained silent throughout the entire conversation. "Let's continue this in the dining room, I'll be preparing a very special meal., " "Well... if it's not too much of a bother, then I'll stay." You agreed to Izumi's suggestion and her eyes sparkled.

"Yay!" "It's curry." Tsuzuru sighed "*gasp* How did you know?" "Don't act surprised!" "I'm cool with curry." You said. "What about eating it every day?" "Uh, I guess I'll skip a meal or two when that happens. Ehe he."

"(Y/n), what's Juza like back then?" Izumi asked with a very curious look. "Well, there's not much of a difference. He grew taller at least." "Ya didn't change a bit. either." Juza stated "Well, I can see you still wear sandals" You smiled teasingly. "I can see, Ya still haven't grown taller." "*gasp* How dare you!" You gave a light punch to Juza's arm, as he let out a burst of amused laughter. It's been so long since he had little arguments like this with you. "Hmph. Your comebacks have gotten a little better, I'll at least give you that." "Thanks." "Hey, hey. Don't give me that 'Victory is mine' look, cuz you ain't won anything yet." Azuma wore a knowing smile as he observes your exchanges. "You two seemed very close, maybe a little too close to be called 'Just friends', don't you think?" You paused for a moment at Azuma's words. You actually stopped seeing Juza as just a 'mere' friend a long ago, but a part of you still wavers, you fear that he might only see you as a family member. And because of that fear, it kept you from admitting your feelings for him. And so you kept it to yourself but it only grew by the day, especially the time when you were away. "Yeah, Juza is my special friend?" You sounded unsure about your answer. "[What am I to you, Juza?]"

Hours passed by quickly, and you enjoyed your time with the company members and made friends them. You pulled Juza away to talk with him privately. "Hey, Juza. I believe you forgot something." "What?" "You can't hide anything from me. I know you know what I mean." "Sorry." "You say that, but you're smiling, Juza. Anyways, let's go." You said your goodbyes to everyone and left with Juza.

The two of you walked side by side to your usual spot, as you were reminiscing. The streets you walked a child, the playground you used to play, and the person next to you who was always with you in those places. "Nothing has changed, it was exactly how it was when I left." You hummed a tune, as you swung your arms freely. "What have you been up to lately, aside theatre of course." "Not much, the usual." "And by usual you mean; 'eating sweets while no one is looking' usual." Juza turned his gaze away from you, and it looks like you hit the jackpot. "LOL. Alrighty then, let's get moving." You took Juza by the hand and dashed to the store.

"This is it, right? Here ya go." You reached for your ice cream but froze midway through.

"What?" Juza peered at your face curiously. "Ah! it's nothing, I'm just having a Deja vu right now. Uh, thanks" You took it from his hand and began indulging the sweetness. "Mmm, it's so good! Uh, Juza, you got a little something on your face." "Here?" He then touched his face. "No, a little bit to the right, no that's too much. You know what, I'll wipe it for you." You brought your hand to his face and wiped the cream off with your thumb, and you licked it." Juza stiffened and has forgotten how to breathe. You realized what you've done, but kept it cool. "What's wrong?" "No..nothing." An awkward silence fell upon you as you tried to think of another topic. "The sunset looked beautiful." You reached for the sun as if you easily grab it. Juza followed your lead and reached out for the light, but your hand brushed against his and you immediately pulled your hand away. "Ah, I... Um... sorry." Juza apologized "[Oh shoot!] No! don't apologize, it's fine. If it's you, I don't mind." Your heart's hammering out of your chest, "[Oh my! Why on earth did I say that?!]" "(Y/n)..." You slowly glanced at Juza, and to your surprise, you see his cheeks flush. Juza didn't know if it's the mood or you actually looked gorgeous in the sunset.

"Listen. I don't care if ya laugh, but.... I... I... Don't wanna be friends with you, I mean I do wanna be friends with you It's just... Ugh! You... You're special to me."

"Wow, are really are good at killing the mood. Fine, I'll finish. I love you, Juza. More than you'll ever know, for a long, long time."

"[How long exactly?]" He thought to himself.

"Are you really gonna keep silent? It took a little courage and a huge amount of fear to say it, you know?" You tiptoed and gave him a light peck on his lips, and it left Juza stunned. "You were always there for me. You would always listen to my rants, you would always give me the encouragement I needed. Juza, when I was away, you are all I can think about. Like; 'I can't wait to see you again' or 'I want to hug you again'. Juza, I love you. I always have, and I always will." Juza lifted your chin and with unexpected confidence, he kissed you ever so gently. And you welcomed that kiss by slowly closing your eyes. His kisses are sweeter than any candy or sugar in the world.

"[I love you, and I'll say it a million times if I have to. I'll say it again and again for as long as I can breathe.]"

[doodlelolly0910]

Close Encounters of the Spiritual Kind

Summary: Emma Nolan spent a lot of time alone, and that was fine by her. Because one is never truly alone. She should know. She can talk to dead people. What she didn’t expect was one of these spiritual encounters to hang around, taking her down a rabbit hole of missing women, revenge, and, least expected, love. Can she save the day and Killian Jones? Is there even another choice?

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A/N: So I have been reliably informed that I am cruel and evil for this chapter sooooooo sorry? Lol. Some very big shifts happen here, but I won't say much more because I don't want to give too much away for this chapter or the chapters this affects in the future. You'll have to read and see ;) An especially large thank you this week to @kmomof4 who was very patient and efficient with this chapter, which made it possible for this to be posted on time (I had a really rough week lol) and of course thank you to @courtorderedcake because she's amazing, this art is amazing, and I'm just in awe of her period. *insert Wayne and Garth WE'RE NOT WORTHY bowing here* lol. Y'all are fabulous for all the reviews and favorites and reblogs and even just for reading this. I appreciate each and every one of you. Alrighty, on with the show, I hope you guys like it!

Chapter 13

Despite her better judgement, and the severity of the situation, Emma found herself managing Will Scarlett’s presence quite tolerantly. He reminded her of an annoying little brother, eating her sunflower seeds and spitting them all over himself, fiddling with her radio, trying to go through her console and glove box, making her thankful she’d locked the latter. It held her badge and gun in case of emergency.

“Take another left over here.” He pointed to an upcoming side street, happily bobbing his head to the music and chomping on another handful of seeds. Emma wrinkled her nose as he noisily slobbered shells into an empty convenience store cup.

“Can you not do that? It’s distracting. And disgusting,” she said, turning down the street he’d pointed out. She was glad she'd called Jefferson before they left and let him know she was waiting on Gold because this journey was taking much longer than she thought it would.

“Aw. Have I offended the princess’s delicate sensibilities?” he asked, grinning and still chewing on the seeds in his mouth. “Turn right up here.”

“Where are you even taking me?” Emma asked, complying with his instruction once more.

“Don’t trust me, love? I thought I had an honest face,” he grinned, a black bit of seed lodged in between his second and third upper teeth.  Emma rolled her eyes, and tightened her grip along the steering wheel. Much as she tolerated Will Scarlett, he was still a criminal leading her to a dangerous man in an unknown location. That, and he was infuriating.

“Can’t you just give a single straight answer?” she grumbled and suddenly, she recognized their surroundings. The smell of the sea permeated the vehicle, which was a welcomed break from the floral torture she’d been under for the last day solid, and she took a deep breath. “The docks, huh? I still have my knife if you’re trying to dump a body.” Will snorted.

“Hook would have more than me balls for somethin’ like that. And it’s broad daylight, if ya haven’t noticed,” he pointed out, motioning around them as the car came to a stop. “Not exactly prime conditions for corpse dumpin’.” With a final grin and a waggle of his ridiculous eyebrows, he opened the door and slipped from the vehicle like a cat. Emma was slower to respond, taking in her surroundings and a deep breath as she unbuckled her seatbelt. She exhaled slowly, trying to get her bearings, when her breath cut off short at the sight waiting for her.

Will was making his way towards a small pier where a figure stood staring out over the water. She knew even from behind that it was Killian Jones. His slightly overlong hair moved with the seaspray, his good hand tucked into the pocket of his leather jacket. His weight was supported on one leg, giving him a slight lean, his hook swinging freely at his side. It was exactly like the very first vision Milah had shown her of him. This must be something he did often, and she wondered briefly why he would summon her to a place that obviously meant a lot to him. Will approached him, saying something that she couldn’t hear, and Hook turned to acknowledge the man before setting his sights on her. He said something back, slipping his hand from his pocket and clapping Will on the shoulder but keeping his gaze firmly locked on hers. Shaking her hands out over her lap, she reached for the door handle and got out.

She leaned against the open door as he walked over to her, expression near unreadable, but somehow lighter than anything she’d seen on his face before. As he got closer, his eyes seemed to hold a note of apology and relief, which surprised her. He did throw her out, after all, dismissing her admissions and fears immediately. She couldn’t say without a second thought, because, well, here she was.

“Have you met with Gold yet?” he asked, coming to a stop just on the other side of the barrier the door provided. She raised an eyebrow at that.

“Good to see you again, too. And, yeah, I did,” she said, motioning to the bruise forming on her cheek and the split in her lip where the man in question had struck her. The anger that she was used to seeing in Hook’s eyes flashed there once again and he clenched his jaw making her blink at him in bewilderment. “I’m still in one piece, though, so I mean, it could be worse,” she mumbled, unsure of why she felt the need to reassure him of her well being.

“Aye. It could. Maybe you are a fool after all, Swan,” he said tersely, as if he were scolding a child. This ignited the rage in her belly all over again.

“Okay,” she said, slapping her hands on the top of her door. “Nice to see you again. I’m leaving.” She made to get back in the driver’s seat.

“No, no, wait, love, wait,” he rushed forward, hand and prosthetic held up to stop her. She paused, her lips pursed into a tight line.

Just listen, Milah murmured softly and Emma squeezed her eyes shut at the sound, shaking her head lightly. She blinked them open and scanned the area again, finding Will still patiently waiting on the dock he'd approached Hook on, clearly giving them space. She turned her attention back to Hook, his eyes searching her features as if trying to read her.

“I know you're upset with me,” he began and Emma snorted.

“Understatement,” she scoffed and a surge of jasmine around her made her bite her tongue against further barbs. The last thing she needed was for Milah and Hook to be battling for her attention.

“I know, and I called you here because perhaps I was a little hasty in enforcing your departure.” He nearly winced at the words, looking down and fiddling with his prosthetic with his good hand, and Emma found herself mildly amused by his discomfort. Apology did not seem to be his strong suit.

“So you regret missing an opportunity to recover your mother's ring,” she replied, irritation overriding her amusement. “Anything else?”

His eyes snapped up to hers with a force that almost had her stumbling backwards, a curious intensity to them that almost made the blue brighter and darker at the same time.

“I never told you that was my mother's ring,” he said, his tone low and even. Emma almost swallowed her tongue, fully expecting him to lash out again.

“I- I- uh- you didn't? I'm sure you did because, I mean, how else would I know that?” she tittered nervously, scooting closer to the interior of the car in order to make a quick escape if needed.

Silence descended between them and his eyes settled into a saddened expression, his brow furrowing slightly.

“No, love, I didn't. I haven't spoken of my mother in quite a long time. And the last people I spoke about her with are long gone.” He shifted towards her carefully, his movements slow and obvious, as if she was a wild cornered animal. She felt like one, so it was appropriate.

“Why am I here, Hook?” she said in a cracked voice, much higher than she would have liked it to be. He was standing practically up against the door now, his expression more sincere than anything she'd seen from him yet. There was a glimmer of vulnerability in the depths of his pupils that she was sure he didn't let free often and her heart clenched in her chest at the thought of him letting that side open to her. In this moment, she knew she was dealing with Killian Jones, not Hook.

“I want to help you,” he said with a steady certainty. “Gold is… well, you're in over your head. I'd like to help get you out of this predicament.”

“I can take care of myself,” she ground out. “I'm not a damsel in distress.”

“Of that I have no doubt, Swan,” he said, the mirth returning to his voice. He smirked and rocked back on his heels with a single ridiculously arched eyebrow. “But it would be bad form to leave a lady in distress when I have the power to ease her troubles.” He chuckled a little. “That's something Liam would have said. He was a navy man. Believed in all things done in ‘good form’.” He made air quotes with his hand and hook, eyes glazing in memory, and Emma couldn't help but soften as he spoke of his brother. His gaze came up to meet hers again, raw and honest. “But you already knew that, didn't you?”

Emma's breath caught in her throat as she gauged his expression. Strangely, she found no judgment or malice there this time. Just something that looked an awful lot like hope. She didn't trust her voice, she she offered him a simple wide eyed nod. He smiled, a soft little thing that made him look years younger and infinitely more handsome. Emma blinked a few times against that thought and drew her brows together in confusion. She had a job to do, she reminded herself. No time to be distracted by handsome criminals.

But distracted she was when his good hand came unexpectedly to rest on top of hers, turning it to grasp her fingers, his skin warm and callused on hers. Her heartbeat kicked up a notch and she stared at him, trying to get a read on what was going on.

“I don't know who you are, Emma Swan, or what's happening here, but I think I want to,” he said earnestly and Emma's heartbeat went from moderately fast to breakneck speed, her grip involuntarily tightening on his hand. He smirked at the movement, his tongue coming out to trace over his lips before lifting her fingers to them and placing a kiss on the back of her hand and releasing it easily. Emma didn't know what to do, what to say.

A shrill ringing sound coming from the console inside her car broke the tension and she darted her eyes to the interior.

“I better…” she trailed off, pointing awkwardly into the vehicle before slipping into it and retrieving the phone.

The words UNKNOWN NUMBER flashed across her screen. Emma felt a chill run through her and she fought not to shiver, knowing she was still under Hook's scrutiny.

“Swan,” she answered, a little proud of how businesslike and even her tone was.

“Neverland Shipping Warehouse,” Gold's voice said through the line, clipped and straight to the point. Emma was surprised to hear him on the line, rather than Zelena or another of his goons. “I've sent the address to your phone. There is a crate inside that I need you to get into. It is labelled with a large red X. You have four hours. Do not disappoint me again,” he said coldly and hung up before she could say another word.

DANGEROUS, Milah's voice shrieked out in her head, and Emma frowned deeply, ignoring her and looking down to the phone to confirm she received the information. Once she had, she looked up to see Killian Jones watching her with quiet concern, his hand on her still open door.

“Gold's people, I presume?” he said, his eyes darkening again.

“Ah, the man himself, actually,” she said and Killian looked so surprised it bordered on alarm. “I have to go. Duty calls.” She gave him an apologetic look, then glanced towards the docks to see Will Scarlett heading back in their direction.

She reached for her door, fully intending on making her escape (and making Scarlett Hook's problem), but she was halted by Hook's hand pulling the door gently, but firmly back to him. A puzzled look crossed her face and she jerked her head up to meet Hook's gaze.

“This isn't right, love. I don't think it's wise that you go,” he said, caution painted in every word.

STAY, DANGER, Milah repeated.

Emma scoffed and rolled her eyes at the both of them, pulling the door back to her and out of his grip, shutting it with only a little more force than strictly necessary. She rolled her window down to about halfway and smiled up at him, his face still a mask of stony concern.

“Swan, you're playing with fire here,” he cautioned again.

“Wouldn't be the first time I've gotten burned.” She shrugged and started her little yellow bug, the engine puttering to life. “I'll be in touch.”

As she pulled away with one last reassuring smile, she saw Hook motion sharply for Will Scarlett to get in the black SUV that was parked by a small building. He would get over it. She had to focus on Gold. Then she could worry about him.

The drive was short, thankfully for her nerves. She shot Jefferson a quick text to update him on her location and the plan, and he confirmed it with the usual caution to be safe that made her roll her eyes again. She had more people seemingly concerned for her well being now than she'd had in her whole life.

When she pulled up to the abandoned looking metal building that matched the address Gold had sent her, she was pretty damn sure that Hook and Gold must certainly have the monopoly on the real estate market for places that looked like they'd be a good spot to hide a body.  The building looked like it hadn't been used in at least a decade. It was the last one standing on the block that was surrounded by dilapidated, crumbling structures, buildings that were shadows of their former selves and that should have been set for demolition years ago. A general unease set into the pit of her belly.

Dangerous, Milah murmured in her head again, the sound a feeble plea. Emma supposed she was getting as tired of saying it as she was hearing it. She ground her teeth together. She knew it was dangerous. She had no other choice.

She took a deep breath and pulled her door open, her senses on high alert and the hair on the back of her neck standing on end. The jasmine scent surrounded her still as she moved towards the warehouse, strangely giving Emma comfort that she wasn't alone, even though Milah was adamantly unsupportive of this endeavor.  She scanned the area, making sure no one was watching as she made her way to the door and tried the handle.

Much to her surprise, it wasn't even locked. The door was heavy though and it took several pulls before the rusty old thing swung open on a loud groan that had Emma's heart dropping to her stomach. She quickly looked around as she darted inside, making sure the noise hadn't given her away. She still saw no one in the vicinity and she wondered briefly what was so important and difficult to obtain at this location. She shrugged it off. If this was the way to get back into Gold's good graces, so be it.

The room she found herself in was large and mostly empty, a few empty crates and pieces of abandoned, unstable furniture littering the area. The door shut heavily behind her, making her wince once more. It was quiet. Almost too quiet. But none of that mattered when she spied her prize.

A wooden box sat in the center of the room, not overly large in size, but conspicuous all the same as it looked like it had been recently placed there. The large, spray painted red X on the outside of the box told her she was in the right place.

Emma, leave now, danger, Milah said firmly, her accented voice full of worry, making Emma pause in her tracks. The spirit had never called her by name before and a chill went down her spine.

“I can't, Milah, I have to see this through,” she said, her tone acknowledging the regret she felt in the pit of her stomach.

As she approached the box, one of the corners appeared to be wedged up, giving Emma her in. This was turning out to be far smoother than she thought it would be, which put her even more on alert, especially with the steady warnings her ghostly companion had been offering (not to mention how the last time something was going her way went). She screwed her courage to the sticking place and put her gloved hands on the lid, prying it open. The box was filled with styrofoam peanuts, a paper that looked like a packing slip at first glance sitting on top. She picked it up and unfolded it to read and her blood immediately froze in her veins.

One is not useless if they can be used as an example, dearie.

It was then she noticed the red wire hanging limply from the back end of the lid, most likely separated from whatever it was connected to when she lifted the wooden top. Frantically she shoved the packing peanuts out of the way until she laid her eyes on the something she definitely hadn't been prepared to see.

Several gray blocks of a clay like substance sat surrounding a clock face, a motherboard and wires connecting them all together wedged underneath. She looked at the digital numbers in the center and her adrenaline spiked immediately.

00:12

00:11

00:10

00:09

EMMA RUN, Milah screamed out in her head and she didn't have to be told twice. The paper fluttered to the floor and she scrambled to turn around, her feet carrying her as fast as they could back to the door she came through. The heavy metal door was even harder to open from the inside. She struggled, pulling and yanking on the handle so hard she was almost afraid she was going to pull it off. In one last effort, Emma planted her foot against the door frame and tugged as hard as she could, the groan from the hinges giving way like music to her ears. She stumbled backwards with the force of opening it but quickly righted herself and ran through the door to freedom.

A deafening boom rang out behind her the instant her feet hit the packed dirt outside the door, heat and debris assaulting her back, and then she was falling. She could hear nothing except a high pitched ringing in her ears as her world turned on its axis. Her body rolled midair with the force of the explosion, the sky coming into view above her, flames licking at her peripheries, and her head hit the ground with a crack she couldn't hear in the same spot she had been struck before. She felt immediately ill, her vision blackening at the edges.

Through her haze, she registered two sets of legs running in her direction, but she couldn't see who they belonged to through her rapidly darkening sight.

She must have been going crazy after all,  because the last thing she thought she saw before losing consciousness completely was the profile of her mother's face, the song that had comforted her for years echoing over the ringing in her head.

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(this is proof of how much i cherish our friendship)

BESTIE BESTIE BESTIE YOU WERE RIGHT I AM THRIVING!!!!!!! I LOVED THIS BOOK SO MUCH IT IS THE BEST ONE I HAVE NO COMPLAINTS ONLY LOVE ONLY BIG LOVEY DOVEY LOVE FOR THIS BOOK 🤍🤍🤍🤍 IT WAS ALL MY DREAMS COMING TRUE ✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨ MISS SARAH!!!!!!!!! YOU DID IT!!!!! SUCH A GOOD FUCKING BOOK WITH A GREAT PLOT AND BEAUTIFUL ROMANCE I AM SO IN LOVEEEEEEE

they got married 🥺🥺🥺🥰🥰🥰 my darlings got MARRIED and it was so wholesome so pure and chaol is so happy and so hopeful and yrene is me I AM yerene it is I and they are in love and MARRIED and i—- she is so powerful yrene holy hands imma call her, she saved chaol (the wayyyyyy he sacrificed himself for her without blinking PLS 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭🤧🤧🤧🤧🤧🤧🤧) again and he is SO IN LOVE AND HE IS SO DESERVING OF HAPPINESS MY HEART IS BRIMMING WITH HAPPINESS AND ALSO——- MR CHAOL 😳😳😳😳😳😳 ngl to you bestie kitty butterflies ALL over, 👀

and DUVA??? I WAS NOT EXPECTING THAT AT ALL!!???? I WAS SO SCARED IT WAS GOING TO BE HAFIZA 😫😫😫😫 i was so scared for the baby!!!!! This whole part of the story was so freaking scary and I thought for a moment chaol would actually die but thank the 36 freaking gods Yrene (my love my queen my inspiration) saved him (and all the other healers!!! Pls 😫😫😫) and now they are like soul bonded??!? 🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍 and the whole thing with the court was so sad and heartbreaking but also so wholesome in the end with the family royal getting together and hugging it out🥺🥺🥺☺️☺️☺️☺️

and omfg VALG QUEEN????????? AND FALKAN BEING LYSANDRA’S UNCLE!!!!!!!!! MY BBY HAS A FAMILY 😫😫😫🥺🥺🥺😫😫 PLS I WAS SO HEARTBROKEN WITH THE STORY BUT SO HAPPY SHE HAS A FAMILYYYYY 😫😫😫😫😫😫😫 also the spiders being valg?!?!??????!? I was gaping like a fish the whole times i was NOT expecting it

chaol realizing it was aelin who helped yrene (the whole locket moment PLS PLS PLS 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭)

AND KEJAHSHSJAHDDJJ SARTAQ BEING HEIR!!!!!!! AND HIM AND NESRYN PLS IT WAS SO BEAUTIFUL I WAS SMILING SO HARD THE WHOLE TIME AND WHEN SHE REUNITED WITH HER FAMILY 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 IT WAS SO FREAKING BEAUTIFUL PLS I CRIED 🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍

honestly eos was my favorite book bc ;;elorcan;; and also bc yes it hurt like a bitch but it was also cunningly and horribly wondrously done and i was struck in the face with it but..... tod had everything and the way sarah wrote the characters was absolutely stunning and ugh im emotional i loved it the plot was awesome and the adventure was a+++ and the visuals were amazing and i’m in the biggest book high ever i am so happy 🤍🤍

I have started koa and I’m scared, i will prolly take longer to read it fully (bc it is huge and also bc it is the last one and i want to savor it) that’s all i’ll say🧃🧃🧃

HEHEHEHE ( i appreciate you so <333)

Every time you said something about Chaol in your earlier asks I kept thinking how much TOD is going to be great for you HAHA.

The whole final chunk with Duva, Yrene healing her, the siblings talking, and Nestaq was just *chef's kiss* I loved the moment when Chaol finds out that Aelin was the one who helped Yrene because it's just all so *waves hands wildly* full circle ya know? I think it was definitely one of her best books and it's always wild to me when I hear people skip it...HOW CAN YOU WHEN THERE ARE SO MANY IMPORTANT PLOT POINTS?!?!?!

Also...how about that last chapter huh? 👀

But anyways. I'm so happy you loved it so much hehe. You'll need this book high because uh...uh...KOA is going to hurt. Like badly babe. Buckle up XDDDD.

I'm planning to start KOA after I finish Gods & Monsters (which I started today) and then I'm going to read a nice rom-com I just got approved for on Netgalley then I'll start KOA lol. And immediately read a rom-com right after. I suggest you get a rom-com prepared as well HAHA.

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