and somehow it turned into actual emotions

Mothers’ Weekend

Hello there! Long time, no see (my bad I know) but, here: an Alicia Zimmermann-centric piece as she goes to Parents’ Weekend during Jack’s freshmen year. [focus on Alicia, Jack, and Shitty] 6k

Somewhere, deep in her heart, Alicia Zimmermann knows she is a bad mother.

It started out as a worry, as maybe it does for all new mothers, that she will be a bad mother. That she won’t know what to do with a baby or a toddler that one day she will accidentally drop him or forget to feed him or feed him something he is actually allergic to or maybe she’ll scar him emotionally somehow and she worried but she survived his childhood okay. And then, after he was five or six, she stopped worrying about it. She thought she was doing pretty good. Jack had hockey and loved hockey and, sure, they didn’t have deep emotional talks but she didn’t exactly have any basis of comparison. Television families told her she was doing okay. No teenage boy wanted to have deep talks with his mother. And, look, if Jack didn’t talk to her all that much as he turned 12 and then 13, at least he was still talking to his father. Mostly still about hockey but she… she thought that had counted. Hockey was like French, to her. Another language she could understand but couldn’t quite speak. But Bob could. He was on top of it. Jack was taken care of.

She loved Jack. That was never the problem. The problem was that her love wasn’t enough. It didn’t matter. It didn’t alert her to any of the facts and maybe it even blinded her– She loved her son and her son loved hockey and so she loved hockey too. She loved her son and then her son seemed to love a boy named Kent and they never talked about it but she let Kent come over all the time and she figured they would discuss it at some point. She just… assumed everything was okay. Even after he was diagnosed with the anxiety disorder and given pills. It was always… well, that was a little problem but it’s handled and under control and everything is okay now.

See. Bad mother.

A good mother would have known somehow.

A good mother would have pushed and prodded or sensed it without even having to be told.

A good mother would have paid attention to how hard Jack was on himself. A good mother would have made sure her son had interests outside of hockey. A good mother would have known that Jack’s long silences after losses weren’t normal. A good mother would have preached balance and fostered friendships with different types of people and stopped the fucking hockey.

She didn’t though. Stop the hockey. No, not Alicia Zimmermann. She encouraged it. She went to the games and cheered the loudest and she even loved it a little bit because she thought it brought him joy, like his father. She bought into the vision: Jack playing hockey like Bob, the Zimmermann legacy continued throughout the ages…

God, she even used to tease Jack about how it took his father three years to win a Cup and she was sure Jack could manage it faster than his old man.

A good mother wouldn’t have done that. So, see, she’s always been a bad mother. Even now, now that she’s almost lost him, now that she’s promised to do better, now that she’s finally read all the books and online articles about anxiety and pressure and the danger of sports and hockey culture… now she’s still just as bad. Just for different reasons.

Now she is a bad mother because it’s Saturday afternoon and he’s been at Samwell for almost three months and she does not feel like mothers are supposed to feel in this moment.

She glances around. At the sea of other mothers and fathers crammed onto Samwell’s campus for Parents’ Weekend. They are not nervous. They are excited. Happy. Enthusiastic. Overjoyed to see the teenager they had left just a couple months ago again. To her right is a father almost (but not quite) breaking into a run to give his son a hug. To her left, a mother has burst into tears. Happy tears.

And then there’s her. She’s not excited to see Jack. Well, no. No, it’s not that she’s not excited. She is. She is. (She is. She repeats it once more just to remind herself). She is just…

She is nervous too. More nervous than she is excited.

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The best ENTP rant/description you’ve never heard 

Here’s my take with all the dirt. An ENTP looks great from the outside because we make you laugh, we give you true insightful criticism, we know all about your interests, and really “understand” you -we know logically why you feel like you do, even if you don’t. We find creative “why didn’t I think of that” solutions to not only your life problems but your computer problems too. We can charm your grandparents, your parents, and your friends. We can party with the extraverts, and sit in silence with the introverts. We can talk Trek with nerds, and Baudelaire with artsy-fartsies. You probably didn’t notice us in high school because we were in our embryonic pseudo INTP/INTJ morph. But you got surprised when you saw us back from college break and though we looked different (aka more desirable). We seem now just oh so dreamy and exciting.

But all that takes a -lot- of energy. It’s a performance we put on tailor made, on the spot, just for you. Eventually we get tired and the mask slips off. That’s when you think we’re shallow or self-centered, but the truth is, you misunderstood our performance for personal interest. (And maybe we did too — it’s easy to lose yourself as a method actor.) But we’re just as cold and analytical ruthless as the other NTs: We don’t nitpick you apart like an INTJ, or categorize your usefulness like an ENTJ, or test your mental capacity like an INTP. We understand you by (subconsciously) pushing all your secret buttons…for good or bad. Maybe you fell in love with us, but now your angry and conflicted because you don’t understand why we’re suddenly being cold and distant. We’ve retreated — because while we’re good at faking emotion, and logically understanding why people feel a certain way, we’re really terrible at actually handling emotion. We get overpowered by it and annoyed by the illogicalness of it. ( Besides, we’ve already found a new shiny.) Now you hate us…but here is some consolation. We have a built-in nemesis and he’s a real bastard.

We turn that critical wide-ranging eye on ourselves. You can’t see it from the outside, but were utter perfectionists in our heads and we relentlessly measure ourselves against the realistically unachievable. Somehow we can’t find the same easy solutions to our problems as to everyone else’s, and we become mired in too many possibilities, haunted by how inadequate our own creative efforts seem to us. We at once believe our own hype, and ruthlessly condemn ourselves. We’ll may you our creations (probably something ½ finished). We secretly want your praise, like an 8 yo child. We don’t accept your garlands though (unless you’re an expert we respect) — because we’ve already judged ourself against Perfection and came out wanting. If you tell us you think it’s good, we won’t believe you. For what you mistook as bravado and arrogance, is really very wry, very sarcastic self-mortification. 

We can stagnate in our mess of ideas, with no external system of organization to help us move forward. We have brief mad rushes of energy —back, forward, right, left, a random walk of ideas with a net movement of zero. If you’re really smart, being an ENTP is a double curse…because your ideas are loftier, your movements more wide-ranging, your internal critic all the more perniciously accurate. You stand on the shoulders of titans, glimpsing something wonderful across the jungle of possibilities, and sketch out a map.

But then it happens: SJ reality. They turn off your water because you forgot to pay the bill. A check bounces because you didn’t know how much money you had in the account. You burn dinner because you’re suddenly obsessed with typing out a manifesto on a blog. You tell a friend you’ll meet him at 7:00 and show up at 9:00. You forget to call your mother on her birthday. You put off simple annoyances (like depositing a check) for weeks. Your mighty creative intuition gets mostly employed to talk your way out of the stupid jams your procrastination landed you in. People with lesser talents, pass you by and you make excuses: (The internal critic says it’s because your stupid and lazy). You don’t get the promotion because while you have a lot of good ideas, you don’t follow through. You’re unreliable. You have no problems expressing your boredom with your job or critiquing your boss publicly in front of his superiors, not realizing the implications. SJ boss now -really- doesn’t like you. You get A’s in some college classes and F’s in others — but all your NT professors still think you’re intelligent, even the one’s giving your F’s, because they’ve fallen for your charms and excuses. 

But people like you — they think your unique, clever and entertaining, because you are. They give you chances. So you pick yourself up, dust yourself off from your failures, and try again. Maybe you get your self another brilliant ENTP friend and start Apple Computer. Or write Candide. Or invent Quantum Electrodynamics. Or host the Daily Show. Maybe tomorrow. Or Next week. But what you’ll probably do, instead of working on finishing a paper your supposed to be readying for peer review, you’ll spend an hour typing out a cathartic blog post that’s maybe more about your own insecurities than being an ENTP.

So is ENTP the best of all the types? Hell yes it is. =)”


anonymous asked:

do u have any tips on how u can figure out/guess someone's moon sign ? theres these two lovebirds in my class and theyre awful and hes a leo and shes a cancer but we all know the real shit is at the moon (and venus when it comes to love™) signs

leo and cancer couples seem so messy ndndndn but i love this question so here u go (also this is from my pov and my own experience so dont quote me on this lmao)

aries moons are those attention seekers u know they dont ASK for it but they end up getting it and enjoying it?? and they can be real messy and angry when emotional tbh (fire moons are so emotional smh no one says that about them but they are)

taurus moons are so?? stubborn? and critical like they want people to think they’re chill u know from a distance but inside they’re fucking DYING and wont tell anyone abt it 

gemini moons are the easiest to spot ndndndn look for the non stop talking bitch whose attention span doesnt EXIST and u can talk to them all u want tbh they’re not even listening, they’re just waiting for THEIR turn to talk and hoard the conversation

cancer moons? did u mean? angels sent from above? they’re my personal favorite tbh, when they really care about a person YOU JUST KNOW like they’ll listen and care for u a lot but on the other hand, its so visible when they dislike u bc they’ll just pretend you dong exist, they’re soo transparent i swear

leo moons are ICONIC i swear some of the most entertaining people out there, i just have so much love for them, they’re real sunshines always trying to make the world a better place for the people they love (but watch out for the undeveloped ones and their huge ass ego)

virgo moons?? i’ve only known one my entire life and she was a mess tbh but she was also a gemini so i cant blame her, they just need constant reassurement that they’re doing good tbh JUST TELL THEM U LOVE THEM

libra moons are not my cup of tea when underdeveloped like they’re just the Ultimate People Pleasers 3000 but still on the other extremly superficial? they’re not all this bad honestly though the developed ones are like human versions of a cotton candy but i still??? idk??

scorpio moons are such wildcards honestly u know never what ur gonna get like, is this scorpio moon a mean bitch with a god complex?? or the sweetest most caring person u’ve ever met? anyway im both

i loveee sag moons with my entire heart ugh they can be a little “ill do things my own way so fuck you” but they’re also like reallyy funny and optimistic and serious when they want to be, god i would die 4 them

capricorn moons are soo easy to spot ugh and i KNOW this is a stereotype but they’re sooo sarcastic like i knew this girl who was a cap moon and i always thought she hated me but turns out she really liked me and that was her way of expressing emotions? idk tbh they seem like robots but deep down they actually have feelings (i think)

aquarius moons ugh ive known 2 in my life one was a cold ass bitch who only had like 3 friends and didnt talk to anyone but still somehow was superpopular ?? idk and the other is probably the most fun loving person ive ever met ugh i still miss her tbh

pisces moons !! hidden gems!! such kind hearts ugh i always love them so so much they’re just trying their best tbh they might be too emotional but they’re TRYING

(also message me if u still dont know bc i can help u out lmao)

Mary, her boys and Destiel

My thoughts around Mary, what she has seen and her coping with her boys and their angel buddy. 

She’s gone from being a mother of 2 babies in a (happily? generally?) cupid-induced loving marriage, still fighting the supernatural on occasion to happily dead in heaven (which she remembers), to now being a (unneeded) mother to 2 grown men - who live with a supernatural being, in an underground bunker owned by her family’s ‘mythical opposition’ the men of letters and living the hunting life she was desperate to keep them away from. Yeah, tough.

- Resurrection : Dean convinces her of who he is by an emotional retelling of her life and how she met John.  Reminding us that when Mary and John first met they didn’t actually immediately like each other, she 'knocked him flat on his ass’. They did fall intensely in love although their relationship and family was marred by the supernatural and they sometimes fought passionately (she doesn’t know it was a Cupid of course)…. Aside - *ahem “couple who were 'forced to be’ v couple who embody free will” parallels*

Originally posted by castieledits

- Witnessing Dean and Cas being reunited when Cas believes he has died. Cas throwing himself at Dean, shouting then quietly murmuring his name into his neck. She, understandably, has a questioning look in her eyes. Then, um, ANGEL?!

Originally posted by mellofone

- Seeing Cas work tirelessly to find Sam. Seeing Dean completely trusting Cas to do this and also relying on him emotionally (overhearing their #married phone conversation about Dean not wanting to overwhelm her).

- Knowing that Cas lives in the bunker with them, but noting that he doesn’t sleep, emphasising his 'inhuman’ side.

- Seeing how completely Cas falls apart when Sam and Dean are imprisoned as he tries to find them and attempts to hunt alone (v how effective he was at finding just Sam, working with Dean, when she first met him). She blames him for their loss at first. Then upon seeing how completely he is broken, even counting the hours, she tries to support and help him in as much as she can, in her way. Upon realising how he is NOT coping she goes from her first instinct of blaming him for their loss in her role as their mother to actually consoling him.

Originally posted by angvlicmish

Mary is NOT a monster, she’s really struggling, she misses the people she loves and so buries herself in hunting to bury her emotions. Plus her automatic reaction to strong feelings of love, pain and guilt is to get angry… LIKE DEAN (very relevant for Cas’s death scene).

- Cas putting himself in danger to save her from Billie, he then gives an impassioned, muddled speech about how important you/you all is/are to him/everything… but predominantly throughout this is looking at Dean.
Sure he doesn’t want Mary to die, but this speech - this declaration is not really about them all being so important to everything, it can’t be, she’s not been around long enough and she hasn’t done anything to show Cas that she’s of any real importance. 

She wonders if he even really understands it himself, he looks so muddled and broken. Is it because he’s an angel? Do angels feel like humans? She’s confused and worried, she is already not sure of the new world she’s come back to, and now there’s a supernatural being in her and her boy’s life, it’s intense. And now this?!
She turns to Dean and sees the look of pain in his eyes as he realises how broken Cas is and how he has put himself in harms way for them. 

His jaw is clenched, his body language is closed off, guarded. She understands this is far more complex than she first imagined.

Originally posted by mishacolins

- After such an emotive night she heads out to clear her head, she can’t cope with being around them all, it’s too much. The next time she sees them all it is most definitely jarring. Sam and Dean are all business with her, there’s no sign of anything cosmic or anything in their actions to recall that emotional night. Dean partakes in some over the top posturing with the waitress on Cas’s behalf while calling Cas 'devastatingly handsome’ while Cas seems oblivious, or is that actually a scowl on his face? She’s now even more confused. Does Dean not realise or is this something else entirely? Has she misread Cas? She doesn’t know any other angels so it could be that she’s misunderstood. He is a little awkward and supernatural after all…. but the boys want him around and he obviously cares for them so she should just get them all to get on with the hunt.

- Cas is dying and it’s her fault. He wants the Winchesters to leave him as to save themselves. He tells Sam and Dean that his best moments have been with them which makes her wonder just how old he is and what he has seen. He says the things they’ve shared and done have changed him. She knows this is important but not exactly how, it’s deeply emotional though and it reminds her of how little she actually knows of their time together and her boys that this angel, this supernatural being could have been affected so much by them.
She turns and sees Sam, then Dean’s faces and how they both are pained by Cas’s dying words. Somehow though she can see not just sadness in Dean’s eyes but also regret and self loathing. He blames himself. She knows because it’s what she sees in the mirror. She is reminded again how Dean is so like her.

- Cas looking up at them all, calling them all his family, nodding at her to include her which just makes her feel awful for her part in having led to this, his death and all their pain. She doesn’t really deserve this, to be a part of their family.

- Cas then immediately looking down, not catching anyone’s eye as he says 'I love you’. 

Originally posted by jensen-jay

Cas looking up at Sam as he tells him that he loves them all, meaning him, specifically TOO, then finally the long lingering, revealing look at Dean as he can’t avoid him any longer. She knows now, she understands. 

She looks at Dean and sees so much of herself in him. She wonders if he understands too or if his self-loathing prevents his comprehension that he can be loved like this. She’s not known him very long as an adult but she knows this much about him and that saddens her deeply, it also contributes to her own self-loathing in an ironic twist. And if he does understand Cas’s words, does he reciprocate? Her and Dean, they work with actions, not words and she sees his actions now, how he’s holding back. She understands. But it doesn’t matter now anyway, 

Cas is dying and it’s her fault. She could be the cause of the breaking of her little boy’s heart and he doesn’t even know it. But still in the back of her mind, is this not maybe for the best? How can you love something not…human?

- Sam and Dean fighting for Cas, refusing to leave him, emphasising that he is family, seeing the understanding and love in Cas’s eyes as they do so. Dean had even been arguing with and insulting both the KING OF HELL and RAMIEL as he was so worried for Cas. Mary is terrified of Ramiel, another yellow eyed demon and she has seen this. 

Now, as he is dying, Sam’s consoling words while Dean can’t watch, he looks down like he might even be praying. Or perhaps he just can’t watch Cas’s last moments.

Originally posted by godshipsit

Originally posted by foodiestiel

- But he lives, no thanks to Mary.

- “Let’s go home”….

No wonder she can’t stay around them, with the confusion over their supernatural 'friend’ plus now the guilt (she’s still in the old hunter mindset of kill anything inhuman, she doesn’t have 12 years worth of Winchester Gospel storyline to teach her the grey areas like our boys have and they’ve only recently learned it fully re: Benny, Amy).

Originally posted by shixpe

And yes she’s made it a hell of a lot worse by now also betraying Sam with the BMOL, when he was the one who really still trusted her.

So yeah, in her struggle to find herself she’s ‘abandoned’ BOTH Sam and Dean and now she’s narratively: 

1. betrayed Sam through her work with the BMOL.

2. betrayed Dean…. by endangering Cas. 

So I think that speaks volumes.

Now for her redemption arc as she’s already admitted to working with the BMoL and is clearly conflicted about nearly losing Cas, let’s get some more wake up calls :)

Liar | 01

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being in a two year relationship with jeon jungkook never made you think that he would cheat on you

pairing: jungkook x reader ft. seokjin
genre: angst 
word count: 1.5k
warning/s: none

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I’ll Bet You Anything

Pairing: Connor Murphy x reader

Prompt: Any accidental sex prompt with either Evan, Connor or Jared

Word count: 2,222

Warnings: smut, lap dance, hand job, other smut things

Author’s note: I enjoy writing smut and I enjoy writing Connor :)

“Connor, I will bet you anything that you won’t pass the Literature test we have tomorrow fourth period.” You declared, dropping your lunch tray into the open spot next to Jared and across from Connor. Immediately their attention was turned to you, and Connor quirked his eyebrow up.

“Anything, hey?” He smirked, drumming his fork on the table in front of him.

“Yep. Anything. I’m just that confident you won’t pass.” You retorted, returning his raised eyebrow.

“But what if I do pass? What’s in it for me?” Connor’s tone was light and playful but the look in his eyes told you that he was serious.

“So you’re that confident you can pass you’re already planning the win, hmm? From what I know you haven’t even read the book the test is based on so I think I’m pretty fuckin’ safe, Connor.” You took a bite of your sandwich and teasingly smiled at him.

“Here’s an idea,” Jared began, the smile on his face indicative of things to come. “Y/N, if Connor wins, you have to give him a lap dance - in private, don’t worry” Pausing for your spluttering and Connor’s laugh of what you assumed was agreement, Jared continued, “And Connor, if Y/N wins - which I think we all know is more likely - you have to go without masturbating for two weeks, unless Y/N is watching you.” Jared ending with a proud smile, now Connor’s turn to flush with embarrassment as you laughed at the terms.

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anonymous asked:

Do you also like Annie? I've personally always disliked her and thought that she was more cruel than Reiner and Bertholdt. I mean the way she killed a few soldiers was very sadistic and unnecessary whereas Reiner and Bertholdt always tried to make it quick and humane.

I actually adore her, but I also agree with what you said.

The warriors we got to know so far seem to have their own way of coping with killing people. Reiner erases it from his memory, Bertolt turns his emotions off and Zeke with Annie treat it as a game, thus appearing to enjoy it. Bertolt especially made a point about killing everyone in the quickest way possible so they wouldn’t suffer but the western fandom still somehow considers him one of the most cruel of the trio.

I think the western fandom has a tendency to make Annie appear more innocent than Reiner and Bertolt. I’ve even seen people insisting that she had nothing to do with the Shiganshina attack, even though the manga (and now the anime) prove otherwise.

She certainly didn’t enjoy killing anyone and that much is obvious from the Marco flashback, but she also showed signs of enjoying it on other occasions.

Actually one of my favorite redraws in the manga was Isayama making Annie’s smile even more obvious before she spun that soldier to death in chapter 23.

And let’s not forget this interesting bit from the most recent chapter.

Fans need to realize that a character being morally ambiguous isn’t a bad thing, and a character doesn’t have to be a “cinnamon roll” to be appreciated. Love the characters with their flaws and don’t pretend any of them are innocent, especially in Shingeki, where both sides have killed a fair share of people.

(Dreamswap) Unconventional (Dream x Nightmare)

Something that I’d been working on here and there for a while…

Whoops? •u•

Setting: Dreamswap, prior to the Great Shenanigan. (we should totally start calling the apple incident that)

16+, I guess? 15+? Implied stuff. (how do ratings work)

Frankly, I love the idea of Nightmare being the cheekiest yandere dork imaginable and Dream just being so done with him.

Dream woke up in their small house one night, his concern immediately building up when he gained his bearings and noticed that Nightmare was not in the bed next to his.

If he was not there, something happened to him, or rather… or he happened to something, in all honesty.

Dream groggily grabbed the clock on the table next to him and held it up to his face so he could see it in his blurry morning vision.

It was… three AM.

He just heck no’d, putting the clock back down and falling back asleep on his stomach in about a minute and a half. He was not going to figure out where Nightmare was, not at this hour.

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Tripping Over the Blue Line (9/45)

It’s a transition. That’s what Emma’s calling it. She’s transitioning from one team to another, from one coast to another and she’s definitely not worried. Nope. She’s fine. Really. She’s promised Mary Margaret ten times already. So she got fired. Whatever. She’s fine, ready to settle into life with the New York Rangers. She’s got a job to do. And she doesn’t care about Killian Jones, captain of the New York Rangers. At all.

He’s done. One more season and he’s a free agent and he’s out. It’s win or nothing for Killian. He’s going to win a Stanley Cup and then he’s going to stop being the face of the franchise and he’s going to go play for some other garbage team where his name won’t be used as puns in New York Post headlines. That’s the plan. And Emma Swan, director of New York Rangers community relations isn’t going to change that. At all.

They are both horrible liars.

Rating: Mature
Content Warnings: Swearing, eventual hockey-type violence
AN: Happy (pre)season! Henry’s going to stick around for awhile, Roland Locksley knows more about hockey than anyone else in this story and Emma can’t stop texting Killian. As always, I am constantly thankful for @laurnorder, @distant-rose & @beautiful-swan, who are are all just a goddamn delight. 
Living on Ao3, and tag’ed up on Tumblr as well. 

She’d told Henry.

She hadn’t meant to.

If it had been any other situation or any other kid, Emma probably wouldn’t have said anything. She’d have kept those memories and experiences and a very distinct string of never-ending disappointments pushed under metaphorical lock and key like they always were. She never told anyone that kind of stuff.

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You’re a Spy Sent To Make Them Fall For You

Originally posted by sunkissedhao

S. Coups, Woozi, and Mingyu would panic a little and threaten to kill you if you compromise their information, though they weren’t sure they could actually follow through with that.

Hoshi and Wonwoo would indefinitely just tell you they’re going to have to get rid of you, no matter how much it hurt them.

Jeonghan, Jun, and Seungkwan would somehow find a way to get back at you for betraying him without actually harming you in the process, seeing as it was hard for them to get rid of their feelings.

Joshua, The8, and Vernon would be the ones to know what to do the least, and they feared that telling anyone would cause your disappearance; they continued their relationship with you with lots of caution.

Dino and Dokyeom would probably be the most emotional about it and immediately confront you about it; they would threaten to turn you in or kill you many times but they would all be empty threats.

anonymous asked:

Hurt the Bop boy ~ Gabe


He’d just wanted to make music.

Bop doesn’t know what he’s done to find himself in this situation, cornered in the recording studio with two of the most powerful egos for no reason he can discern. He’s shaking, teeth biting into his lip so hard he can taste the copper of blood on his tongue. Dark is talking, whisper soft and gentle, but Bop can’t hear him over the roaring in his ears.

Google stands like a statue at his side (just one of them thankfully). His eyes glow eerily in the dimness of the studio, icy despite the pleasant smile programmed to adorn his lips. He doesn’t hide his strange eyes like Bing does (isn’t self-conscious of their unnatural hue, like Bing is).

Bop curls into himself in an attempt to make himself smaller. He doesn’t know what they want from him, what he could possibly tell them that would be of value. He tries to speak, tries to ask what they want from him, but all that manages to tumble from his lips are seemingly incoherent babbles. Bop knows they aren’t, but from the look of irritation that flashes in Dark’s eyes (the way his form shivers with the threat of a crack), Dark doesn’t.

He reaches out, takes Bop’s wrist, and squeezes. The pain steals his breath away, tears gather in his eyes and through the blur of agony, he can see the silver of Dark’s hand bleeding into his own. His legs nearly crumble beneath him and he’s sure that if not for the wall supporting him, he’d have fallen.

There’s a sudden flurry of motion and Dark’s being pushed aside, replaced by a pale Host. His lips are pulled back in a snarl, back to Bop like a shield. But Dark only adjusts himself, fixes his tie, moves a lock of hair from his eyes. He gives a look that has the Host shrinking away, though his stance is no less protective.

And then Google steps forward, a strange flicker of emotion in his eyes (concern?). He takes the Host’s arm.

“I will escort him out. We can continue this later”, he says, no longer impeded by a robotic stutter.

Before he can be lead away, the Host turns to him, placing careful fingers on Bop’s wrist. He flinches, and the tension doesn’t leave his body even once he discovers that the Host’s fingers don’t burn, are actually pleasantly cool. He can’t see the marks already begining to form, but he somehow still manages to caress them.

“Go see the doctor. He can take care of you”, the Host rumbles, his hand retreating to trace something on his own wrist that Bop can’t catch.

And then he’s being lead away, Google’s arm seeming almost protective on his shoulder. Dark hangs back, gives him a brittle smile, and is gone.

Bop has no idea what they had wanted from him.

anonymous asked:

Have you done a role reversal where kaito is the one shrunk? And shinichi somehow stumbles onto him and his "disappearance" case?

I’m still not sure if this is a request or not, but since the answer was “No, actually,” I might as well write a quick little something for it before I head to bed.  ;D  It turned a little away from what you might have been going for, but I like how it came out.  Hope you enjoy it!!

Kaito froze, caught in the act.  He put on his best little kid smile, beaming up at the teenager approaching.  Shit shit shit.  Kudou Shinichi could not be here, today.  This was a horrible time for him to be showing up.  Kaito needed to stop a theft, he was presently seven years old, and he was in no state to do battle of any kind with Kudou.

What happened to not going after thieves?  Sure, he’d gone after him a few times when he could still act as Kid, but this was Nightmare, not Kid.  Why was he here?  He wasn’t supposed to be here.

“You’re not supposed to be here,” Kudou said, frowning.  “How’d you get in here anyway?  I locked that door myself.”

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14 & 23-Kylo Ren

14. “Because I love you dammit!”
23. “Come back to me, please.”

Kylo Ren growled as he walked the perimeter of the room. You faced him, expression unwavering. Your arms were at your sides as you faced the man. Nothing about your posture suggested fear or regret.

“I can’t believe you,” Kylo Ren muttered angrily, “After everything we’ve been through…”
“I’m not the one who threw you out to the streets like a rabid Rancor,” you hissed, “This is a byproduct of what you did, not me.”
“You didn’t have to join the Resistance!” he shouted, “That was your choice!”
You grit your teeth. “You know as well as I, if I hadn’t joined, I’d just be on a planet your men would decimate and conquer. What if I was one of the casualties of such a thing?”
“I never would’ve let that happen!”
“Wouldn’t you?” you shouted, hot tears threatening to fall, “After all, I was just another soldier to you. Nothing special. No longer worth your time. Isn’t that what you said?”
“No, I-” he attempted.
“Or have I imagined the last five years of your voice ringing through my ears?”
“Y/N, pl-”
“Or moving from building to building just waiting for you to turn around?” you shouted, a few tears falling, “If it weren’t for the Resistance, I’d be dead!”

The room fell silent. You kept your posture, though your fists had curled tighter. Despite the pain and emotion behind your words, they had somehow come out even and strong. After a moment, Kylo Ren removed his mask, keeping his back to you. Had the room not been so quiet, you would have missed his quiet plea.

Come back to me, please.
You scoffed. “Why would I do that? It’s not like you actually care. You made that pretty clear.”
Because I love you dammit!” he shouted, “I let you go because-because-”
“Because why?”
He let out a shaky sigh. “Supreme Leader Snoke had other…ideas for your service to the Order.”

You swallowed, understanding exactly what malice lay behind that statement. Regardless, you couldn’t forget your years of abandonment. You may not be well liked across the Resistance, but you knew they would never leave you the way Kylo Ren did. The man turned to face you, eyes red and puffy. Your stare remained hard.

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Walk The Line Pt. III

(Donald Pierce/Mutant!Reader)

Part I, Part II, Part IV, Part V

Warnings: Smut, a little bit of swearing
Words: ~3,7k

A day went by and you moved to your new location, a few towns over. Another old, abandoned house.

Jake was now very careful again, not letting you out of his sight and it bothered you.

Soon you felt trapped once more, with an urge to leave.

But you could never leave him.

He needed you and you needed him.

But the days were long and mostly boring and you started to get antsy.

All of that wasn’t the worst thing though, the worst thing was, that even now you were still thinking about the encounter with Pierce.
About what you did, about how he made you feel and about how much you wanted it, even though it was so wrong.

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title: cola with the burnt out taste (laid bare)

rating: t

pairing: klance

tags: set in s3, emotional hurt/comfort, fluff & angst, pre-relationship, haircuts and late night conversation and keith + lance growing closer as paladins. anyway @/dreamworks let! keith! cry!


“Keith,” Lance says.

“What?” He whirls around to Lance, scowling harshly, but it’s a poor imitation of his usual glare. Lance can recognize when it’s genuine irritation at him and when it’s only misdirected; he’s started to scratch the surface of decoding Keith’s facial expressions and body language, and he knows enough to recognize that this is not annoyance.

This is badly concealed grieving.

“It’s okay to not be fine right now.”

keith and lance try to get used to shiro being gone.

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Because I love you

Originally posted by eric-imagine

Pairing: Eric x reader
Prompt: Your relationship with Eric had always been less then conventional but things take a dramtic turn after a brutal fight reaches a tipping point with a power full confession.
Fandom: Divergent series
Word count: 8,885…( oops,sorry not sorry)
Warning: Nothing other than strong languge, mentions of drinking, and i supose slight violence.

A/N: I’m so terrified to post this because i think it’s absolute trash but ive been working on it for a while and its time i take the leap. This is probably one of the first fics ive really ever spent a long time working on and so pretty please send me feedback and constructive critisism. Thank you and i really, really hope you enjoy. Also please look over any grammar issuse ive read and reread this like a million times but sometimes i over look things.

The fight between Eric and you had been brewing for weeks. Just waiting to rise to the surface when one of you snapped. To be fair, you two weren’t a couple, no your ‘relationship’ started as a one night stand which then evolved into regular fuck buddies. 

  But somehow, over the course of almost a year, casual hook-ups turned into something more. Something that involved true emotions and could no longer be labeled as just sex. You stopped seeing Eric less as just a narcissistic asshole, that was a good lay with a nice apartment, and more as an actual human being. You saw past his tough façade. There where nights where the two of you would just lay naked in bed cuddling, talking, and wake up the next morning, pretending that it was still just sex. 

 It wasn’t though, it stopped being just sex when you started spending the night with him instead of running home after the deed was done. It stopped being just sex when he gave you one of his dresser drawers to put clothes in and you put ash trays in your apartment for his occasional after sex cigarette. It especially stopped being just sex when you guys exchanged spare keys to your respective apartments.

  Everything was going great between you two, considering the situation, for a while. It was a daily routine you finished up working around the same time Eric got out of his office, the two of you would meet at one of the apartments and spend the rest of the evening together, most of the time it carried into the morning. You really couldn’t think of the exact reason why most nights where spent together. The fact that they usually ended with you two naked in bed, exchanging rough kisses and dirty word probably had a lot to do with it. But there was also the fact that you where one of the few people Eric wasn’t a total asshole too and you could put up with sometimes sour attitude and match his sarcasm.

  You and Eric both agreed that it was best to keep your hook ups private. There where multiple reasons why it was best to keep everything discrete when in the presence of others, and you tried to pretend it didn’t make your heart hurt when you thought about them. But that didn’t stop Eric from sometimes approaching the table in the dinning hall you sometimes sat at with Four, Tris, Will, Christina, Uriah, Zeke, and anyone else who decided to join. Of course his main goal was to torment Four but he also made sure to shamelessly flirt with you, to which you always responded with a ‘fuck off, Eric.’ A few sarcastic quips later he was off to make someone’s day miserable. Everyone always questioned how you managed to put up with him, you always faked a grimace and pretended that your heart didn’t beat a little faster when he was around.

   The Dauntless compound was thrown into complete chaos when Max was arrested. Eric, along with a few other dauntless leader, had been the one to step forward and reveal Jeannine plans when it came to Divergent. Of course all hell broke lose and she was arrested along with about 20 other erudite scientist that had been test serum illegally and helping with the plan of action. Max and another Dauntless leader where thrown in prison also. Make no mistake, you knew the main reason Eric did it was to gain more power, with Max gone Eric was now the second most powerful leader. Harrison was the man who was now head leader of the faction, he was to ‘retire’ in about a year and when he did Eric would take his place.

  But with his new position came a hundred more responsibilities and you could see the stress getting to him. Eric was more hostile than usual, if that was even possible. He seemed to be getting in more fights with the rougher dauntless, which put him on thin ice with Harrison. Even with you he was more aggressive something you found beyond agitating mainly because you of all people didn’t deserve it. 

  One evening after you got off work and found yourself wondering toward Eric’s apartment. He had called you earlier that day asking you to come over that night. Ever since every thing had gone down about a month ago, the two of you rarely saw one another. You where excited to spend time with him again, not that you would ever admit that to anyone.

  You where surprised when you let yourself in his apartment that he was already there. He was laying across his couch one leg thrown over the back, the other dangling over the armrest. A cigarette was lit between his lips and a glass of whiskey rested on his navel. You snorted at the sight of his lounging form, moving toward him you sat down on the one cushion he wasn’t occupying, throwing your bag on the floor. He moved his drink to the coffee table next to the couch and adjusted his position so his head now rested in your lap. You began absently minded playing with his gel filled hair, he practically melted under your touch.

 “Bad day?” You asked softly, just wanting to hear his voice. He simply grunted in reply and closed his eyes. Figuring you weren’t going to get a better answer you leaned your head back on the couch and relaxed, closing your eyes too.
 It was the fucking cigarette that started the fight. You weren’t a particular fan of them but you had plenty of habits and ticks that Eric hated, so you where willing to put up with it. But after a few moments of continuous smoke floating in your face you grew irritated.

 “Eric common..” You grumbled, you knew he knew exactly what was bothering you. A few more seconds passed and you could still smell  the smoke in the air. You opened your eyes and looked down at Him. His piercing steel gray eyes looked up at you with no emotion. You quickly realized he was in one of his weird moods, where he was a complete asshole for no reason. Eric was a dick majority of the time but he was down right evil when he was like this. 

 You continued your starring contest with him until finally he moved his hand from where is was resting on his chest and he grabbed the butt from between his lips. He took a long drag from it, killing what little was left, and moved it away from his lips. You had expected him to get up and put the cigarette out, but no instead he blew all the smoke up in your face. That upset you, but what really pissed you off was him placing the cigarette back between his lips and looking up at you smug.

 “Real mature, thank you very much for that.” Sarcasm dripped from your tone as you moved to stand up. Eric simply pressed his head harder into your lap, making it practically impossible to get up.

 “Eric, stop it! What’s your issue?” You where tired, hungry and losing patience. He eventually let up the pressure and allowed you to stand. You looked down at him and rolled your eyes, muttering the whole way to the kitchen about how ridiculous he was.

 Peaking into his cupboards you quickly realized that he had hardly any food. The package of instant noodles was the only thing that looked appealing. You grabbed a pot from another cabinet and turned the stove on. Turning around to put some water in the pot you jumped slightly when you saw Eric sitting on the counter watching you. He had made no sound when he came in and honestly it was a little unsettling how stealthy he was. You shook your head when you noticed a new cigarette dangling from his lips. After filling the pot and putting on the stove you turned to watch Eric, leaning against the counter opposite to him. You narrowed your eyes as you watched him pull the butt from his lips and tap the ash into a tray. 

  The moment you glanced away, to look the steaming water, was when he moved, jumping off the counter and rushing forward. You saw him move last minute out of the corner of your eye and lunged to the side to avoid him. But you weren’t fast enough and before you knew it he had you trapped between his body and the edge of the counter that was now digging into your back. His thick arms rooted themselves on either side of your head. He had a few inches on you and the close proximity forced you to have to slightly look up at him.

  He leaned his head back slightly so he could replace the previously removed cigarette. He moved his hand back to the other side of your face and used his teeth to hold it in place as he inhaled a drag. He blew the smoke out his nose. You squirmed and put your hand on his chest to push him back. He moved one hand and rested it on your hip and pulled the cigarette away with the other after taking another drag. You knew instantly what he was going to do.

  “Don’t you dare-” You didn’t even get to finish you sentence before he was taking advantage of your open mouth and pressed his lips to yours, letting the smoke flow from his lungs to yours. 

  You where livid as you pushed him away with all your force, choking on the smoke in your throat. 

 “Aww common ____ don’t be that way!” Eric was cracking up at your reaction as you turned the stove off and storming out of the kitchen. Eric sighed as he watched your retreating form, flicking the lit butt into the pot of water, he rushed after you.

 “____ Where are you going?” Eric yelled, bewildered from the kitchen. He grabbed onto your arm and turned you to face him. You yanked your arm away and crossed your arms.

 “Home Eric, I’m going home…” You said slowly

.  “Why?” He arched an eyebrow and reached for you again. You took a few steps back in order to avoid his grasp.

 “Because you have been acting like a douche lately and I thought tonight would be different but I guess I was wrong.” You said calmly as you walked to the couch and grabbed your bag from where you had left it on the ground.

   “Fine.. go, I don’t care.” Eric snapped as you walked to the door. You almost turned around and said bye, that is until you heard the tell-tale sound of him lighting another cigarette behind you. Instead you made sure to slam the door on your way out.

 The walk back to your apartment was long, seeing’s how it was all the way on the other side of the compound. By the time you got there you where even more pissed at Eric as you realized that half your shit had fallen out of your bag when you haphazardly through it on the floor. You knew your anger at Eric was unjust but you didn’t care. Thankfully your keys where still in the bottom of your bag.

 Eventually you would need to go back to his apartment and get what had fallen out of your purse, but right now the thought of facing him made you a whole new level of angry. Entering your apartment, you couldn’t even work up the energy to take a shower or make something to eat. Instead you laid across your bed, starring up at the ceiling, pretending you didn’t wish you hadn’t left his place.

 You successfully managed to spent the next five days avoiding Eric. It was the longest you had gone without talking to him in a while. Granted ever since his slight change in jobs, your nights spent together had been few and far in between. But even during the weeks you to couldn’t see each other, emails and call where still sent back and forth. Most of the time it was simply him bitching about Harrison and you calming him down but every once in a while he would sent you an email with a subject line that simply read ‘I miss you’. Since your fight you hadn’t heard anything from him.

 Your wallet had been on of the few things that had fallen out of your bag at Eric’s. Still to stubborn to go and get it you had been trying to just eat what was in your cupboards, but it was made apparent very quickly that you also had next to no food in your house. But still you powered on and found a way to make saltine crackers and canned vegetables taste good.

 On day six of avoid Eric you found yourself making the walk to his apartment. You where hungry and things where getting ridiculous. It was fairly late but you didn’t even know if he would be home.

 You stood in front of his door for a while wondering if you should just let yourself in or knock. Making up your mind you banged your first on the door. You leaned your head against the door way and waited. Just as you where about to pull your key out, the door was pulled open. You moved to stand up straight and came face to face with a shirtless, baggy sweatpants clad Eric. 

  “You have a key.” Was the first thing he said, he kept on hand on the wall and the other on the back of the door, ready to slam it shut at any moment. His breath smelled like alcohol.

  “Yeah i know i just..” You trailed off not knowing what to really say. Trying not to squirm under his harsh gaze, you shifted from foot to foot as he narrowed his eyes at you.

  “What do you want?” He said with a raised eyebrow.

  “I left my wallet here the other day.” You tried to keep your face blank.

   “Right…” Was all he had to say in response all he moved back slightly to let you in. Your shoulder brushed his chest slightly as you walked in, you could feel his gaze on your back, He closed the door behind you. You walked over towards the couch and sat down. Everything that had fallen out of your bag laid neatly on the coffee table. You watched Eric as he disappeared into the kitchen and returned with a beer in his hand.

  He sat down on an arm chair next to the couch and opened the beer. There where 5 bottles, that you could see, sitting on the table and next to his chair. But you knew better than to think that that was near enough to even get him buzzed. You could tell he had no intentions of speaking to you as he reached for a book that laid abandoned on the table. You shook your head and let out a humorless laugh as you realized how terrible an idea this had been.

 “I should go..” Was all you said as you moved to stand.

  “Oh.. running back to the stiff so soon.” As soon as the words left his mouth your head shot in his direction.

 “What the hell are you talking about?” You where so confused and he hadn’t even lifted his head from the book.

 “You know exactly what I’m talking about!” He yelled at you.

 “No Eric, no I don’t!”

 “I’m talking about you and Four, ____!” You had absolutely no idea what he was talking about and your face must have shown it because he seemed to grow increasingly angry.

 “Don’t play stupid, your fucking him!”  His words left you speechless, it felt like he had just slapped you across the face.

 “How in the hell did you come to the assumption that I’m having sex with Four? What from us hanging out while we weren’t talking? You realize how ridiculous that is right?” You where in complete shock.

  “Please I saw you two that morning all cuddled up sharing his food.” True disgust dripped from his words as he stood up. 

 Four was one of your best friends. He instantly knew something was up when you didn’t come to eat breakfast, lunch, or dinner for a few days during the time you didn’t have your wallet. He finally can to your apartment one morning and walked in on you trying to decide if you wanted tuna or macaroni for breakfast. After explaining the situation to him, making sure to leave out where exactly your wallet was and how you ‘lost’ it in the first place. You where only thankful he didn’t ask too many questions, even though you knew he didn’t believe your bullshit story.

 Four convinced you to come down to the dinning hall. The two of you shared his breakfast that morning, after you refused to let him buy you something to eat and he refused to let you go to work until you ate something. You guys did the same thing for lunch and breakfast the next day too. You hadn’t even realized that Eric was there.

 But you had absolutely no sexual or romantic feelings for Four. The two of you had a drunken make out session once, one night at Zeke’s party after initiation and woke up the next morning mutually off put by it.

 “Eric, we’re just friends, besides he has Tris. You know he would never cheat on her and I would never cheat on-” You cut yourself off before you even finished the sentence, but he knew what you where going to say.

 “Ha what where you going to say, ____? You wouldn’t cheat on who? Me?” He was laughing but there was no humor behind it. “We aren’t a couple, we are fuck buddies, nothing more.” You flinched slightly at his cruel words. 

 “Maybe you right Eric, but answer me this, if this is just sex then why do you care what i do with four so much?” In all the time that you had known Eric, you had never seen him as speechless as he was now.

 You stood there and waited for him to answer. But instead of responding, Eric let out what you could only assume was a grunt of frustration as he threw his half full beer at the wall. You watched numbly as the bottle smashed into a hundred pieces and beer splattered against the wall.

  The two of you fought for about three hours before you finally felt truly broken and gave up. You guys argued about everything from your ‘relationship’ with Four to Eric’s smoking habits and tendency to be a prick. You where exhausted and upset. You had almost forgot just how mean Eric could be. You guys where both brutal to one another. Eric had completely destroyed the living room, throwing some of many empty bottles and knocking things off the tables.

 “I give up.. I can’t.. I can’t do this right now.” You finally said sitting down on the couch. It was currently 2:39 am and you didn’t even have the energy to fight. Eric was drunk and still pissed off as he paced around the room.

 You laid down and curled your knees up too your chest. Eric suddenly stopped moving and looked in your direction. He huffed at your position and shook his head.

 “Just take my bed.” Was all he muttered, slightly slurring, before he disappeared into the kitchen for what felt like the 10th time that night. Your suspicions where confirmed as he reentered the room with yet another beer.

 “I’m going home..” You announced as you pushed yourself off the couch with next to no grace. 

 “Fine ____, do the 20 minute walk back to your place. You going to do whatever the hell you want it doesn’t matter what the fuck I say.” Eric sounded oddly calm as if this was some casual conversation.

 He glanced back at you and rolled his eyes, “Just fucking take the bed.” You couldn’t help but notice that he sounded as defeated as you where. 

  Standing there awkwardly for a few seconds, you finally nodded your head and retreated to his bedroom. You closed the door behind you and deflated. 

 Eric’s room was beautiful, just like the rest of his apartment. You could probably fit your whole living room in just his master bedroom. A California king sized bed, adorned with black silk sheets and a matching comforter, dominated one side of the room. A night stand stood on both sides. There was a sitting area near the door to the bathroom, with a black loveseat and a small round coffee table. bookshelves covered almost all of the charcoal grey walls. 

  Probably your favorite part of his room though was the French doors that lead to a large balcony. The view was amazing. The placement of it allowed you to see majority of the city and given how high up you where, you could see a little ways over the fence.

 You wondered over to the bed and slipped you boots off, soon followed by your pants and bra. crawling under the silk sheets and you curled up into a ball. As you laid there and thought about how shitty the past week has been a sudden wave of sadness passed through you. You replayed the last few hours in you mind over and over again. Squeezing you eyes to hold back your tears you tried to shove everything out of your head.  

 “Your heartless Eric, you have no emotions, no capability to feel. You’re a monster.” You screamed. Every word that left your lips was a lie and you knew it, but still you yelled them in his face.

 Eric flinched, actually flinched at your words and it broke your heart.

 “Maybe I am ____, but you’re a liar. Tell me how do you think Four, Tris and the rest of your little gang feel, knowing that your fucking me?” His words stung slightly and a feeling of guilt rose in your throat. Eric made Four’s life a living hell sometimes and now you where sleeping with him.

 You buried your head in his pillows and tried to block out everything. The fact that the pillows and blankets smelt like him didn’t help. You eventually rolled over on your back and just stared at the ceiling. The bed felt cold even despite all of the blankets. You stopped trying to get comfortable after you realized that the reason the bed was so freezing was because Eric’s warm body wasn’t pressed against yours.

 You got maybe 4 hours of sleep before you where woken up by Eric slamming things in the other room. You laid there with a pounding headache and let the events of last night fill your mind. You rolled over on noticed that sunlight was trickling into the room from the blinds that covered the windows on the balcony door. you almost could have fallen back asleep that is until panic fill you and tugged you completely awake. You had over slept, usually you were up before the sun had even risen. You quickly jumped up and grabbed your clothes. rushing into the bathroom. After a quick rinse off in the shower and getting redressed, you brushed your teeth and left the bedroom.

 The though of having to face Eric made you feel nauseas but you where running to late to really care. Grabbing you wallet off the table, you shoved it in your pocket and walked to the front door. You lingered in front of it and looked to the side. From where you stood you could see into the kitchen. Eric stood there making a cup of coffee, looking off into space.  

 He eventually seemed to notice your presence from the corner of his eye and he looked up to meet your gaze. He obviously hadn’t gone to sleep after you when to bed. He was a mess with rumbled clothes, dark circles under his eyes, and his slicked back hair looked haywire from him running his hands through it. The two of you just stood staring at each other before you finally broke eye contact.

 “Goodbye, Eric.” You practically whispered, but he heard you. Waiting a second to see if he would say anything, you finally opened the door and slipped out of his apartment. Eric’s eyes had never left your form as he watched you go.

 You made your way to dinning hall, trying to fight off tears for some unexplainable reason.  

 Eric leaned against the counter and sipped at the coffee he had made. He was tired and still a little drunk from all of the beer, replaying your final words as you left in his head like a broken record.

   “Goodbye, Eric.”

 He didn’t know what it was about the statement that he couldn’t shake. It drove him crazy, You drove him crazy. Why was he so infatuated with you? Why was he so hung up on two fucking words? Two word that you said to him all the time. Realization hit him like a freight train.  

 Something about your tone had sounded so final, so set in stone. You actually meant it, you said goodbye and meant it. Eric quickly realized that he had messed up, you where gone. 

 “Fuck!” Was all he could say. He abandoned his bitter coffee and swiftly moved to the living room in search of his cigarettes. It was only as he reached the coffee table did he remember that in a fit of anger last night you had broke all of them in half. Eric didn’t know what to do for the first time in a long time. He paced for a few moments trying to figure it out.

 Eric was bolting out his front door running down the hallway before he could actually think a plan out. He bumped into a few people shuffling down the hall and as he neared a large thong of Dauntless who where all waiting for the elevator, they all quickly parted for him. The elevator was packed full of people, Eric frantically looked around for the stairs. Shoving people out of the way, with a heavy hand and a ‘fucking move’, Eric sprinted his way down 7 flights of stairs, still wondering why he was doing this, why he needed to catch up to you so desperately?

  You mentally prepared yourself to enter the cafeteria as you made your way down there. When you reached the entrance you lingered there for a few minutes thinking. The events of the last 12 hours played through your head on loop. God you where miserable.

“Goodbye, Eric.” 

  Who would have ever figured two simple words would have had seemed so heavy. You didn’t have time to dwell on it now, you couldn’t because the longer you did, the harder it was to keep yourself together.

  You made your way into the packed room and did your best to keep your head held high, easier said than done you felt like a beat dog.

 You absolutely refused to be seen as weak. Looking around you spotted Four, Tris and the rest of the gang sitting around your usual table. Christina, who sat practically in Wills lap noticed you enter and started to wave to you. The rest of the group was now looking your way and happily beckon you over. Even despite your sad mood you couldn’t help the small smile that was beginning to stretch across your cheeks.

It was almost in slow motion, as you started to make your way over to them, one by one their smiles left their faces as they looked at something behind you. Before you could turn, a strong hand wrapped around your upper arm. The grip was like iron, you whirled around as best you could. Eric looked back at you with a crazed determination. He released your arm and bent over, trying to catch his breath. 

 You stumbled back a few steps as the realization that he ran down here to try and catch up to you crossed your mind. You shook your head as you turned to move away from him.

“_____…Don’t.” His called out to you still out of breath. You couldn’t believe he had the nerve to come down here and start shit, your sadness turned to anger.

“I’m not doing this here Eric.” You practically spat at him, you turned once again to leave but his tight grip returned once more to your arm.

“Let go of me!” you tried yanking out of his grip but he wasn’t having any of it. At this point majority of the people in the room looked towards you two because of you outburst.

 “We need to talk, please don’t cause a scene.” He hissed in your ear, now growing aggravated at the attention you where gaining. You where seething at this point, how dare he just bust in, man handle you, and then tell you not to ‘cause a scene’.

 You turned around and pushed him away from you with all your force sending him back a few steps.

“Fuck you Eric! Who the hell do you think you are to tell me not to cause a scene!” At this point every one in the room, leaders included, looked on at you and Eric, mouths open and eyes wide in confusion and a little amazement.  
Eric looked around awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck. This was exactly what he didn’t want, prying eyes looking upon your relationship.

 You knew Eric wasn’t necessarily embarrasses to be seen with you, but deep down one of his biggest fear was being seen as weak. And for some reason in his mind affection, relationships, and really any emotions that followed translated to that. 

 “What’s the matter Eric don’t want people to know about our issues.” There was no hiding the smugness in your voice.

“No ____, I don’t. You wanna know why? because its none of their fucking business!” 

“Well it is now, you want to talk so bad, fine were talking!” You shouted back.

 The room was eerily quiet, you could have heard a fork drop from the complete other side of the hall.  

 “You know what, fuck, this isn’t worth it.” He let out a bitter, humorless laugh and threw his hands up in mock surrender. This was it, this was his cold façade, the mask he put up.

 “What isn’t worth it Eric, our relationship?” You couldn’t believe him. At your words he let out another hollow guffaw, shaking his head.

“Nun uh no, what we had wasn’t a relationship, It was just sex point blank. You weren’t my girlfriend, we weren’t dating, hell we aren’t even friends. We are just two people who like to sneak around in the dark, fuck each other senselessly, and then carry on with our lives.” You tried your best no to flinch at his words.

 “That’s not true and you know it.” Your voice cracked slightly. “What we have, had, whatever it may be is more then that and we both know it.”

 "Are you sure about that?“ The cold glazed over look in his eyes was hunting.

 "Yeah Eric, I’m positive. People who just have sex together don’t spend the night at each others apartment, they don’t cook breakfast for the other while their asleep. They don’t set up cheesy romantic evenings when someone has a bad day, People who’s whole relationship revolve around sex don’t give each other spare keys or leave their tooth brushes in each others bathroom. Stop me if I’m wrong but friends with benefits, fuck buddies, whatever else you wanna call this,” you made a motion between the two of you with your finger. “Don’t do that.”

“They don’t know each others favorite book, or food, or time of the year. They don’t pay attention to the others little quirks or bad habits. They don’t stay up until sunrise talking about dreams and fears and what if’s.. they just don’t Eric…” You felt a flood of memories come flashing back too you, your heart hurt and it most have shown, given the way Eric looked at you.

  “_____….” He trailed off obviously not knowing how to respond.

  “I don’t get you, it’s like one moment you’re the sweetest, most caring guy I’ve ever met and then the next your just this monster. I can’t keep up with you anymore, its killing me.  What are you so scared of.. Why do you do this too me?”

 You realized that you where crying as you finished your sentence. God you felt so weak under all of dauntlesses gaze. You lowered your head and brushed past Eric, you couldn’t do this. You half expected him to reach out and grab your arm, to stop you from going and you felt you heart break a little when he just let you go. You where almost at the door when you heard him speak.

 "Because you drive me bat shit crazy, because my every though is filled with you 24/7. Because I hate that I need you so much, because I love you and that is fucking terrifying.“ You felt completely frozen by his words. Eric had not only just admitted to actually being afraid of something but he also declared his love for you in the most public way possible.

 You turned around slowly to face him, not really knowing to respond. He stared back at you with a look that impossible to identify. Everyone in the room looked at Eric like he had grown a second head. You felt so overwhelmed, confused, and scared.

 "You don’t mean that..” You stumbled backward your voice coming out shaky and broken.

 And in that moment you did the thing that as of late seemed to be a natural reflex, you ran.

  Eric watched you retreat and felt broken. He had absolutely no fucking clue why he decided to do that, why he said that. But it was out now and there was no taking it back. He could feel the creeping, slightly overwhelming, gaze of everyone in the room. Watching him like a hawk, judging him.

“What the fuck are you looking at!?!” Eric Yelled at the first Dauntless willing to actually hold his gave for more than a few seconds. The young teenage quickly ducked his head, averting his gaze. Eric glanced around the room sending angry glares in every direction.

 He eventually worked up the courage and motivation to storm out of the room making sure to keep the snarl on his face and his shoulders squared, ready for a fight.

 Eric made sure to stop at a liquor store on his way back to his apartment, clearing the shelves of anything that would get him completely shitfaced.

You don’t remember the walk back to your apartment. You don’t remember unlocking the door and letting yourself in. Hell you don’t even remember striping down and climbing into an ice cold shower. You sat there at the bottom of the shower for god knows how long, you felt numb, broken.

You honestly don’t know how many days you confined yourself to your house.. You didn’t want to leave your apartment and face the rest of the compound. Four came knock at your door a few times but you never worked up the energy to answer. Tris came barging into your apartment one evening, Arms loaded with food to stock your apartment. Of course you freaked out when you first walked in on her putting the groceries away in your fridge and she made it quite clear to you that she had no intentions on leaving until she had cooked you dinner. You quickly realized that she some how got her hands on a key card that opened every door in the compound.

True to her word Tris didn’t leave until after she had made dinner for the both of you and you guys had ate. She filled you in on the gossip around the compound making sure to skip over any mention about Eric or you. Dinner was good and somehow she managed to take your mind of things somewhat but you could tell you both where avoid the elephant in the room.  Eventually conversation died down as you both finished your food.

“Have you seen him?” You said quietly, looking down at your plate. You didn’t elaborate on what you where asking but Tris understood anyways.

 "No Eric has been almost as much of a shut in the past week as you.“ She said quite bluntly. "The only time he leaves his apartment is to get more alcohol or start a fight.” You shook your head and tried to keep from grimacing.

 "Do you wanna talk about it?“ Tris questioned. You could only shrug your shoulders.

 "What’s there to talk about?” You muttered sliding out of your seat and dumping your dirty dishes in the sink. Tris followed you into the kitchen and after placing her plate in the sink she followed you again as you wondered to you living room and plopped down next to you on the couch.

 "How long where you guys together?“ She asked and you flinched slightly at the question. That was the one thing you didn’t want to answer. You had lied to your friends for so long about your true ‘relationship’ with Eric.

  "Almost a year.” You bit out refusing to look at her. You could see her eye widen in surprise and heard her mutter a small ‘wow’. You didn’t blame her for being surprised it was crazy how long you managed to sneak around.

 "Do you love him?“ Tris’s question took you by surprise. You had no idea how to respond and it took you a few moments to reply.

 "I…I don’t know, I care about him.. A lot.” You answered honestly, she said nothing in turn for a few minutes.

 "You should talk to him..“ Tris trailed off. You glanced over and meet her gaze shaking your head slightly.

 You never responded and eventually conversation picked back up. You guys talked and laughed for a few more hours before Tris announced that she had to head home. You hugged her as she left and said goodbye.

 After she was gone you crashed on you bed and stared up at the ceiling, trying not to think about him.

"Harrison why me..?”

 "Because you’re the only one he will listen to Four.“ Harrison said with a sigh. Four couldn’t believe  what he was hearing. Harrison had just called him out of the control room.

 "Eric hates my guts-”

 "Maybe Four but he hasn’t been into work in almost a week. I don’t have time for this bullshit, I need him to actually show up and get shit done. So your going to take this key, go talk to Eric, and get him to snap out of it.“ The dauntless leader looked exhausted.

"Go.. Get out.” he finally said making a shooing motion with his hand.

 Four left without argument, knowing it was useless. There was not a single bone in his body that wanted to go deal with Eric. For some reason Harrison thought four was the person to go to when it came to getting Eric to quit moping around.

 He made the trek up too Eric’s apartment and hovered outside of his door. Four could already faintly hear angry music blasting from inside the apartment. He tried pounding on the door and surprise, surprise he got no response. He eventually gave up and fished the key out of his pocket, entering the apartment.

 It became apparent pretty quickly that Eric’s apartment was a complete mess. There were bottles every where, most of them broken from being thrown against the wall. Furniture was tipped over and smashed. Eric was no where to be seen in the living room and there where no lights on in any of the other room that he could see. Four wondered over to the radio that was blasting in the corner of the room and turned down the angry lyrics. He then made his way into another room that he could only assume was the kitchen. He flipped the lights on and heard a groan. Looking down he noticed Eric was siting on the floor surrounded with even more liquor.

 "Turn that shit off.“ Eric slurred slightly, gesturing to lights above him haphazardly.

 "This is just pitiful Eric.” Was all four could say as he looked down at the other man

 Eric let out another groan as he glanced up and realized it was Four of all people. “Get out.” He muttered, not slurring his words quite as bad as before.

  “When was the last time you showered? Or cleaned house?” Four said as he looked around taking in the mess of the kitchen. He also couldn’t help but notice how terrible Eric looked.

“Get the fuck out, stiff!” Eric repeated raising his voice, Four ignored him.

 Instead he looked around wondering where exactly to start cleaning, he still couldn’t believe Harrison was making him do this. He didn’t want to clean up after the other adult man and he sure as hell didn’t want to be bothered with baby sitting him while he mopped around like a depressed preteen dealing with there first break up. If four had it his way he would leave Eric to die of alcohol poisoning or to choke on his own vomit.

He decided on cleaning the counters first. After pulling a trashcan out from where it had been tucked away in a small closet, Four pretty much just made a  long sweeping motion along the counter knocking as many empty bottles in the trash can as possible, He really didn’t give a shit what all landed in the garbage. He was pretty positive he had knocked a pepper shaker in the bin but he couldn’t be bothered to fish it out.

“Harrison said you haven’t been to work in like a week.” Four stated as he finished with the counters and moved to the floor.

 "So what?“ Eric growled angrily.

 "So what?! Are you kidding me? In less then a year your supposed to lead this faction Eric. Look at you now, your pitiful, weak.” Now that pissed Eric off, He pushed his way off the floor faster than four thought possible in his drunken stupor.

 Eric leaned into Fours personal space far past his comfort level and grabbed his shirt so he could move, “You better watch your fucking mouth stiff.” Four was slowly starting to piece together that Eric wasn’t quite as plastered as he though.  

 "Or what?“ Four challenged. Eric simply pushed him away and then pointed at the door yelling for him go away.

 Four couldn’t help but notice how bloodied his knuckles where upon close examination. He had heard about all the nasty fight Eric had been getting into as of late, so far he had put three people in the clinic.

 "Where is your first aid kit?” Four asked once again ignoring Eric’s yelling.

 "I don’t need your help..“ He growled back stubbornly, Four simply rolled his eyes looking around.

 "Yeah you do..” He replied. After a few more minutes of bickering and glaring Eric finally revealed that it was in bathroom and four retrieved it and sat at the small dining room table Eric had bandaging his knuckles. They sat in stiff silence as Eric glared a hole in fours head and four made sure that the rubbing alcohol he applied in some spots hurt like a bitch.

“Do you really love her?” Four finally said breaking the silence.

 "That’s none of your business.“ Eric bristled and four could tell by his tone that he had been expecting the intrusive question.

 "How long where you guy’s together” Four tried again.

 "We weren’t together, we where hooking up.“

 "Same difference.” Four mumbled as he began to bandage one of Eric’s hands.

 "Your okay with this all?“ Eric said after a another spell of silence. Four briefly glanced up at Eric before retuning to his hands shacking his head.

 ”____ is a big girl, she doesn’t need my approval.“ Four retorted as he moved over to bandage the other hand.

 "You know what I mean.”

  “…..I’m upset she didn’t tell me and I definitely think she could do better than some dirt bag like you but other than that..” He trailed off and Eric rolled his eyes at Fours little jab.

  “Besides it’s not really that shocking.” Eric widened his eyes at that slightly.

 "You knew?“

 "You guys forget that my job is to spy on everyone in dauntless..”

  Eric just kind of sat there a little shell shocked and then he started cursing under his breath.  "Why didn’t you say anything.“

  "I wanted to see how long you to would try and sneak around.”

  “Right…” Eric said looking down at the other man cautiously. Four finished with Eric’s knuckles and packed up the first aid kit, not bother putting it away. He started to make his way to the door.

  “Get your shit together Eric, cause sadly this faction kind of needs you.” Four hovered in front of the door for a second before speaking again. “And If you really love her… You should fight for her.”

 You eventually got out of the rut you where in. You where still incredibly sad and most defiantly didn’t want to fact the world but you where going stir crazy in your apartment, not to mention the fact that you where scared shitless of losing your job. So you woke up early one morning, showered and started to function like a normal human being.

  You would have thought everyone saw a ghost as you made your way to the dinning hall, People parted like the red sea as you made your way through the compound. You could hear the not so quite whispers as you made your way through, you felt the burning gaze of just about everyone. You felt like a zombie as you sat with your friends during breakfast. Zeke and Uriah tried there best to laugh and make jokes in order to try and keep the mood light and it worked some what, that is until you snapped at Christina.

 She conveniently decided that today of all day was when she wanted to play 20 question ’ ____ and Eric’ version. She rambled on and on about all the gossip concerning Eric that had been floating around the past couple of days, she even felt the need to fill you in on a few rumors about you that had also been big talk. You tried your best to answer her questions within reason, there was no point in trying to hide it not to mention the fact that these people where like your family but quite a few struck a nerve. God the girl had no filter, and you eventually told her to shut her 'candor mouth’. Of course you immediately felt bad after and tried your best to do damage control before excusing yourself from the table.

 Work was long, boring, and even a little lonely without the witty emails from Eric. You tried your best to push every thought of him from your mind but it was easier said than done.

 A few days passed with this schedule with the addition of going to the  training room to let out the days frustrations.

 One night you found yourself cooped up in the large space going to town on one of the punching bags. You had skipped dinner not really feeling like dealing with another altercation with Christina, she still hadn’t forgiven you for your first comment. Besides you where enjoying having the large space all to yourself.

 You had only been hitting the bag for a few minutes but you could already feel the sting in your knuckles, you hadn’t bothered properly wrapping them.

 "Keep it up and your going to bust your hand open.“ You froze at the words that echoed around the room, belonging to an all to familiar voice. You stopped hitting the bag and gripped it before it swung back and hit you.

 You turned around slowly and your gaze fell onto Eric who was sitting on the steps that led into the steps that lead into the room, watching you intently. You honestly had no idea how long he had been watching you, you hadn’t noticed him as you where running laps around the room but Eric had always sneaky that way.

 The two of you held your gaze for a while just watching each other for a while before you finally glanced away and made your way towards the gym bag you had brought with you. You took the time to wrap your now red knuckles and take a small water break. You finally glanced back up to Eric to find him still watching you closely. He looked like shit, but then again so did you so you really didn’t have the room to judge.

 You walked to the arena in the center of the room and made a head motion for him to come and join you. He pushed his way up from the steps and made his way toward you slowly. You slipped your shoes off and waited in the center for him to join you. The two of you got into position and began sparring. It started out with the two of you just going through the motions throw a punch, block, repeat, over and over again but eventually you grew frustrated with the situation and stated to throw real hits, aiming for his sides and stomach. He caught you drift and before you knew it the two of you where rolling around on the floor, throwing hard jabs and punches.

The only sound that filled the room was the occasionally grunts of frustration or pain as you two moved together. At one point in the fight you found yourself straddling him and using one hand to pin him down by the neck and the other was drawn back to strike him. A moment of hesitation on your part was all he needed in order to grab hold of drawn back arm with one hand and use the other to pry your other hand off his neck. You struggled for a few moments uselessly trying to free your hands but it was no use. Eric didn’t bother trying to flip your position and you let out a cry in frustration.

That’s when you realized that you where crying again, a few stray tears has slipped down you cheek without your permission and they landed on the man beneath you. You felt weak, you didn’t even know why you where crying but you where.

 Eric released you and pushed himself up far enough to where he could tightly wrap his arms around you without pulling you down. You tensed in his embraces at first but soon enough melted into his warmth and threw your arms around him. The two of you just sat there like that for a while as you cried into his shoulder and he nuzzled into your neck.

 "I hate you..” You whispered as you held onto him, both of you know that was far from the truth.

 "I love you..“ He whispered back.

 "No you don’t.” You felt more tears run down your face.

 "Yes I do ___, so much..“ He insisted.

   He released you and pulled away enough to look at your tear stained face and brought a large hand up to wipe away the tears on your face.

 "I don’t know and it drives me crazy..“ You couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped your lips at his response. He leaned in and brushed his lips across yours and waited your you to respond, You in turn pressed your lips to his desperately. Eric brought a hand up to your cheek and his other stay wrapped around your waist. While you carded your fingers through his blond locks.

 The two of you broke your kiss as you both ran out of breath, laughing.

 "I love you too.” You said slightly breathless and he pressed a stolen kiss to your lips. “But I also still hate you cause you’re a major asshole sometimes..” He chuckled at that and pressed his forehead to yours.

 "You wouldn’t have it any other way.“ He muttered giving you a playful glare. It was rare you say Eric act so.. Sappy.. But you could get used to it.

 "No.. I really wouldn’t.”

  Honestly you didn’t know where you and Eric stood, you didn’t know what the future had in store for you either. But for right now in this moment, that honestly felt like it belonged in some cheesy romance novel, you where just going to enjoy being in his arms. Because in some twisted, dysfunctional since it felt like home and that was kind of perfect.

•All his life, Keith has never felt emotions like a normal person does. He grew up feeling hollow and feeling like something’s amiss.

•Keith learned to adapt and act like a “normal” person. Despite this, he still came out a little bit anti-social and emotionally stunted to others, thus become the school loner.

•Entering the Garrison, Keith wasn’t expecting much of anthing. That was until he met… Golden Boy, Shiro.

•Shiro was the first one who treated Keith with such warmth and kindness during their brief interactions.

•Keith latched to the different emotions being with the presence of Shiro made him feel, soon becoming slightly addicted to the sensation. For the first time in his life, he actually feels something.

•It didn’t take long for him to realize that Shiro was popular. Popular enough to have so many other people vy for his attention.

•For a while, Keith stayed put, silently dreading the day someone else ends up taking Shiro away from him.

•It all took a dark turn when someone calling themselves Haggar came into contact with Keith bringing information about potential rivals..?

•Although somehow reluctant, Keith started eliminating rivals through crafty and simple ways (framing them, dissuading them from liking Shiro).

•As time progressed, Keith soon realized that there were other rivals who were just… persistent.

(Idk, I feel like Keith probs kills Lotor at some point ¯\_(ツ)_/¯)

Bonus: Shiro actually likes the weird (kind of creepy) kid who follows him around.

Send me an AU and I’ll retell it as a Sheith story!

anonymous asked:

Aaaand I'm in another ship thanks to you. Any headcanons for Zia x Reyna (both being adults like they should be and like I thought Zia was when she was first introduced)

SO DID I, literally so did i it wasn’t until way after carter and zia like actually became A Thing that i was like “okay this is really weird?? he’s like 14 and she’s like 20 what?” turns out that he is fourteen and she is fifteen la;ksjdl;kaf


  • at Some Point or another there’s going to be a whole worlds colliding thing
  • like jason is like self-appointed pontifex to all the gods or whatever, it’s going to become his business when the egyptian gods and the greek/roman gods are fighting again
  • and it’s going to become reyna’s business, because the gods are getting split personalities again, and so u can bet ur ass she’s gonna be like “jason we have to do SOMETHING i am NOT going through this again”
  • and so percy and annabeth and carter and sadie will definitely be there but reyna and zia will go too like the Responsible Adults that they are, taking care of their gaggle of troublemakers
  • they both look down on each other like very strongly just on principle ( “their primary combat skill is magic! MAGIC, you guys” *percy and jason like uuuuuuh we do that too rey rey* “shut up it’s different when it’s actual magic! MAGIC, YOU GUYS”) ( “they still regularly go on missions for their gods? what is this, the first century?” *carter and sadie like uuuuuh zia we do that too* “THAT WAS DIFFERENT”)
  • buuuuuuuut they’re also Exactly each other’s type (power warrior babes) and so when they actually do the whole meet and greet they hit it off
  • and all of a sudden reyna’s like wow zia show me your magic and zia’s like okay ;) and all these lil teenagers are just staring at them in shock like “wow ? get a room”
  • zia shows off her fire powers and jason’s like “oh! our friend leo can do that too—” and reyna’s like “shhhh not like this not like her it’s different” sj;dafkj
  • so, flirting
  • like, SO much flirting
  • and then they’re both like all too eager to take over this whole roman/greek/egyptian business and basically kicking the teenagers off the mission ( “i told u i would handle it, jason, and now i am” “you were complaining about it for WEEKS” “i don’t know what you’re talking about”)
  • they probably start hooking up like way before they actually tell anyone anything
  • and then it turns into Sex With Feelings which they’re both not good at bc they have emotional intimacy issues but
  • they’ll work it out
  • but like there’s plenty of days where reyna like isn’t sleeping and she’s just pounding espressos and a little wild eyed
  • meanwhile zia is like holed up somewhere making up fake jobs for herself so she seems busy enough that no one will talk to her and finally sadie is like “oh my god just talk to her”
  • so the next time they actually do see each other zia’s like “they keep telling me that we have to like, talk but i HATE talking because it’s just like” and reyna’s like  “oooooh my god i know it’s the worst!! expressing feelings whom???” and then they like deadass bond over how they’re both so mutually bad at like making actual emotional connections with potential dating partners lmao
  • and at some point it turns into like “well i never thought i would meet someone who understands” and it gets sappy but they’re both being like so honest and matter of fact that they kind of don’t notice and forget to be awkward
  • anyway the point is ?? ur fave lesbian mentor dream couple
  • they call each other babe all the time and are always somehow cuddled very close to each other in public and will never in their lives know the meaning of the word “discreet”
  • they probably honestly make a lot of people gay because like they’re like SO happy it’s almost ridiculous and people ask them like “how….do you get a relationship like that” and reyna will be like totally poker faced “lesbians invented loving relationships” and then zia will give her A Look and be like “well it’s all about commitment and trust and blah blah blah…..but the lesbian thing helps too yeah”
  • these r such a mess but i think it’s safe to say that this ship is like WELL into crack territory so who cares ???

eennoshita-shine  asked:

-sadly I'm on mobile so I can't get to your rules. I truly apologize for being an inconvenience if I screw up. delete my ask if this sucks- Let's pretend Jonathan somehow comes back (at like maybe the end of part 4). Could I request headcanons on how the other Jojos (from parts 2-4 of course) would react to meeting him?

No rules have been broken, don’t worry at all! I hope these turned out okay!

☆ Joseph ☆

  • Joseph would get pretty emotional, actually; he says he doesn’t care much about family name, but having grown up without parents, he’d love to be able to meet his grandfather. He’s heard good things about Jonathan from Erina, so he’d love to meet the man himself.
  • Jonathan would be amazed; this is his grandson? What?? He’d also be very proud at Joseph’s Hamon ability and training; he may even ask that Joseph teach him a few things, or take him to Lisa Lisa, since Jonathan never got training of that level.
  • He’d be somewhat disappointed in his grandson’s attitude, honestly- he seems reckless and loud and very un-gentlemanly. However, when he sees how in love Joseph and Suzie are, he’d be filled to the brim with pride; he’d inherited some of the gentle Joestar spirit after all!

☆ Jotaro ☆

  • Things would probably be pretty uncomfortable between these two at first; Jonathan is a gentle giant, and Jotaro is anything but. There might be some bickering at first, as Jonathan tries to offer advice to fix Jotaro’s attitude- it would be up to Holly to keep them from going at each other.
  • Once they’re settled and not fighting, they’d get into fairly deep conversation. When Jonathan learns that Jotaro is the one who permanently took out Dio, he’d have a new respect for the kid, and would want to spend some time learning about Star Platinum and Stands in general.
  • Jotaro would probably try and be the tiniest bit nicer around Jonathan; he’d never heard much from that side of the family, and the guy’s from something like a hundred years ago, so it can’t really hurt. He draws the line when Jonathan starts entertaining the fangirls and inviting them to date his descendant, though

☆ Josuke ☆

  • Although he’d be confused at how this was even possible, he’d be so excited to meet Jonathan! He’d never even known his own father, and now he’s able to meet one of the men at the head of the bloodline- this is great.
  • He’d want to show Jonathan around the entire town, showing him off to all his friends. “Can you believe I’m related to this beast? The two of them stop to pet every dog they see along the way, and that ends up with all the dogs following them home. They both look ready to cry when Josuke’s mom says take ‘em back.
  • Josuke’d heard a bit about Hamon from his dad, but given that Joseph isn’t in the best shape to teach, he’d ask Jonathan to show him how it works! He doesn’t quite have the talent for it, though; he can make a few sparks fly from his fingertips, but that’s it. Jonathan would be proud of him anyways!