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Tonight, The Focus is on You

Summary: It’s late at night and in the midst of getting yourself a cup of tea you hear Bucky making some mysterious noises in his room.

Warnings: smutty smut, masturbation, fluffish, Sergeant kink, metal hand kink

A/N: I’m sitting at my kitchen table writing this and I can wholeheartedly say that writing has taken over my life and I love it. I’ve had to awkwardly click off this page so many goddamn times because my family keeps walking behind me and guys it’s so uncomfortable.


You picked up your cup of tea and strutted down the hallway. You were wide awake, another nightmare had plagued your dreams and woken you up panting. You hoped the cup of tea in your hand would soothe you, stopping your body from shaking, and help you fall back to sleep.

You slowed down as you passed by each door, not wanting to wake up anyone up. You stopped outside of Bucky’s, tempted to go inside. You wondered if he was awake, if he’d hold you and listen to the details of your nightmare. You nearly dropped your cup when you heard the faintest moan through the door.

Shit!” The word slipped passed Bucky’s lips, it was barely audible through the thick wood keeping you out. You pressed your ear too the door, desperate to hear more. “It feels so good, fuck…” Another moan left him as you heard him drop down onto his mattress.

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Jeanere/Erejean Fic Rec Masterpost

HELLO!! Some people have been asking me to do a fanfic rec for a while so here I am! 

on repeat by seabear - Eren and Jean are angry pizza delivery boys. They fall in love.

Traffic Colors by Freekish - Jean and Eren drabbles in a BDSM au. 

story without words (folie à deux) by andreaphobia - Eren and Jean in a world where they could have been happy.

in petersburg by Batman - (…) 

‘We aren’t strangers, though,’ Jean says, and Eren feels that breath-catching-heart-shooting phenomenon again.

‘We aren’t?’ The lilt marking his question is almost hopeful, he thinks.

‘No. See,’ Jean continues, leaning forward and grinning like something out of a framed photograph, ‘I’m already nicking your coffee.’

 (Reincarnation AU; slightly canon-divergent/post-canon)

Slammin’ shots and marry a man by pocketsizedtitan - It’s spring break. They get drunk. Marriage and sex ensues.

beach au by dizzyondreams - Eren moves into the house opposite Jean’s.

dudebro au by searwrites (sears) - erejean skater dudebros that dont get along and then do.

I Love You Verse by sciamachy - Or Jean’s Eight Attempts at Confessing to Eren

Leaving On The Fifth by avoidingavoidance - Even on a great night like tonight, Jean is the literal definition of cranky, but that doesn’t stop an overly-friendly Brit named Eren from trying to be his friend.

College, Careers, and Kids… Time Flies! by DeathsLastPrayer - Eren and Jean and the life they build together -from college to old age if they don’t fuck anything up in between!

roadtrip au by dizzyondreams - Jean and Eren inadvertently end up on a road trip alone together.

Appetence (bad blood) by catsonfire - Eren had his expectations, upon receiving his letter to Hogwarts, upon finding out that he was a wizard child born to two muggles without an ounce of wizard blood in the lineage. (…) Above all, he wasn’t prepared for Jean Kirstein.

Good Morning, Asshole by artenon - Internet personalities Eren Yeager and Jean Kirschtein meet, clash, hate each other, become friends, and fall in love. Fun times are had by all.

Allons-y by sandwichtree - Jean becomes progressively more protective of the worst possible candidate.

Bound Together by NormieScum - Eren and Jean bump into each other on Spring Break as strangers and end up getting ‘stuck’ together for a night. They’re both assholes but they click instantly :)

5:02AM by Winterreise - After a rude awakening early in the morning, Jean returns to the bedroom and discovers a rather…thrilling way to go back to sleep.

friends with benefits au by dizzyondreams

Later Is Better Than Never by Freekish - He fell asleep in his arms, something he’s only ever done a handful of times before. The warmth and weight of his arm feels right…feels safe. Steady slow breathes ghost over the back of his neck, reminding him this is where he belongs, where he should stay, but this is all temporary. He’ll be gone in a few hours.

tell me we’ll be just fine by andreaphobia - Eren’s a drug addict, Jean’s a washed-up freelance writer, and they’re no good for each other. They’re really, really not.

No Doubt by Freekish - Jean really has no doubt in his mind that Eren is going to be around for a while.

How to Salvage a Terrible Date by jtjenna (pornographicpenguin) - We’re going on a blind date - but wait a moment, aren’t you the one that went down on me in a back alley behind a club year ago? … what do you mean “which one”?

A Series of Unrelated Events Starring Jean x Eren by DeathsLastPrayer - We find Jean x Eren in various settings and plots but always together in the end… or eventually.

Your Touch Is What I Need by Freekish - When Eren gets in an emotional funk, he likes to disappear for a while. Mikasa and Armin don’t know where he goes when he leaves, and they worry about him. There is someone who knows how to find him. Jean. He never reveals where he finds Eren, but he sends a reassuring text that he’s with him and he’ll bring him back home in the morning.

let me turn you out (with human contact) by seabear - “If you’re not wearing them, you’re not gonna get to come tonight,” Jean’s eyes darken, the light usually playing in their depths shorting out as their gazes lock again. Eren feels himself starting to sweat from the heat pooling in his face as he brings his hands up to undo his fly and zipper. “Ooh,” Jean coos. “Very nice. They look expensive.”

in which david bowie is an enabler by dizzyondreams - Eren has had a crush on Connie’s weird, basement dwelling art student brother Jean for so long.

dat jeaneren smut.doc by Sycophantism - Jean and Eren are fighting. Then they’re frotting. Oops.

Habits by Hanaji_ga_Eren - Before he knows it, one of his one night stands just keeps showing up in his life, and they become much more than either intended. Jean slowly realizes that he doesn’t need the coping mechanisms that he’s used so far, as long as Eren’s there to make him feel like a person again.

Fricition by sciamachy - is still friction when it comes to lower body parts. Drabble Collection

Pousse-café by Variabile - Jean accidentally sends half-naked selfies to an unlisted number in his contact list and it’s all downhill from there.

sea change by andreaphobia - Eren and Jean find each other in prison.

clinquant by crunchrapsupreme - It’s not really that big of a deal, Jean thinks. Friends cuddle with each other all the time, right?

and give no warning to her flight. by albion - He keeps on finding him; him, of all people, and his not-mother had told him once that the people you meet have been put in your life for a reason, but Eren can’t work out why for the life of him why fate had decreed that in every universe he keep on finding Jean.

there’s a fire burning within me by jeanpls - Eren’s floating and desires the closeness of another human being.

Laundry Night is Horrible by XenophonSpeaks - An anger-fueled mistake on laundry night leads Eren into the strangest quest for friendship, and possibly something more, of his life.

Mating Ain’t Easy When Your Mate Is An Alpha Wannabe by DeathsLastPrayer - Jean x Eren are placed in an ABO setting as werewolves but it’s kind of like Romeo & Juliet when you consider the fact that Jean’s a City wolf and Eren’s from the forest and no one wants them to be together (they don’t even want to) but they are. Because they’re eternal mates.

Bring Your Best by tanyart - 24 hours without kissing and a still lot of kissing.

the thaw by dizzyondreams - “Yeah, well, at least you didn’t sacrifice your Saturday morning in bed to trek across the state to some bullshit wedding where I have to be your fake boyfriend.” Jean grumbled. God, saying it out loud like that made it seem even stupider than it was.

pulse to pulse by dizzyondreams - The smell of cigarette smoke made Jean stop short, and he peered down the stairwell to see what seemed like a lump of blankets sitting on the bottom step, his usual smoking place.

Frustration of Thunk by SkyChasingDreamer - Jean kept chopping and stacking, the pile growing higher one piece at a time. The sun and sweat made Jean’s skin shine and Eren loathed that. He had a special and particular hate for the hair sticking itself to Jean’s forehead, matted down with wetness that darkened the sandy brown color.

erejean fic collection by searwrites (sears)

Suck it up by souljacker - On a school night, Jean plays video games, and Eren is being his usual self. Sex ensues.

dead dreams and debauchery scenes by dizzyondreams - It’s 2am and Jean’s mind is ticking over with deadlines and thoughts of his future and a terrible rising panic about never falling asleep that night, again.

Arcadia by andreaphobia - Eren loses his way, then finds it again… with a little help.

the lowlight by searwrites (sears) - modern au where jean is a couple of years older than eren

Chronos by callmeabs - Four years ago, Eren hated Jean with everything he had, for everything Jean was, including how his own gut was telling him that Jean Kirstein was going to be a permanent problem (fixture) in his life.

A Taste for the Illegal by KuraraOkumura - Jean and Eren are pursued by the police after robbing a bank, and Jean tells Eren to hide in the backseat of their car while they wait for the police to pass. Eren wasn’t expecting the other boy to hide…right on top of him. Things get a little steamy after that. 

Love is Confusing and Life is Hard by kiwisaurus121 - Jean wakes up to find a stranger on his couch. He’s still not sure why he didn’t call the police, but at least he gets a kitten out of it.

EreJean Week 2014 by pandaspots

Eren x Jean Drabbles
by Chukabu00 - Random one-word inspired drabbles on the life of Eren and Jean. In no particular order. Contains some M-rated content from time to time, some married fluff, modern AU.

sun-drenched dream by dizzyondreams - Besides, he had a real nice thing going on with the cute son of a local winemaker that he didn’t want to sacrifice just yet.

Welcoming for Strangers by thanatopis - Eren Yeager and Jean Kirstein have known each other since high school and have very little good things to say about one another. So when Jean comes back from his trip abroad in France, old things are rehashed despite Eren not wanting them to be.

Heart-Shaped Glasses by Emery - “Everything should have been so much clearer now that Eren could see, but the fact of the matter was—it wasn’t. Jean’s face may have been distinct, but Eren’s feelings for him were still as blurry and muddled as they had always been.”

I’ll let you know that all this time I’ve been afraid by Ingi 

Like A Horse To Water by WolfNotFawn - The Jaegers had lived beside the Kirstein ranch for more than seven years now, but as far as Jean was concerned, Eren was no more than a thorn in his side. If you asked anybody else, they would tell you it was a little more complicated than that.

and you feel like the ocean by dizzyondreams - Jean’s car pulled up outside Eren’s house at 2am sharp, and by 2:30 Eren was pressing him against it for a welcome-back kiss. His skin was warm under his fingers, as if he was still holding lingering heat from the day.

daffodils by crunchrapsupreme - Jean learns that Eren’s favorite flower is a daffodil.

you got a black heart by seabear - Eren is a performer at the Shiganshina Horror Park. Jean is the strung-out costume/makeup artist who hates him. Maybe. Eren’s a little unsure about that last part.

cobwebs and storagerooms by Sexycanofsoup - Sometimes all it takes to get two angsty boys to crack is to lock 'em up in a dirty old room for a while. The big stupid homo crushes tend to reveal themselves without much effort after that. A story of cleaning, confessions, and awkward blushing boys who know how to use their fists better than their words.

cross country trek by supportingcharacters - Jean wakes up at 2am to Eren Jaeger in his car outside, beeping his horn and insisting that he wants to go to the beach. 

The Simple Things by supportingcharacters - Every Thursday, Eren goes to the same drive thru to pick up lunch. Even with the new asshole of a server, he won’t be deterred. Though maybe the new asshole of a server isn’t actually as bad as he thought.

As It Is by Chaeriee (cheshireree) - Eren, Jean and all the trouble that comes with them. A giant collection of old EreJean fics I have.

Stardust by Syene - He never meant to put himself in the spotlight like this, yet here he was. Eren Jaeger, nondescript New Yorker, college student and barista before all of this happened was now followed around by the paparazzi because he was seen with a Hollywood starlet apparently.

oh this town it’s so electric by dizzyondreams - The first time Jean saw Eren Jaeger, he was sweating and wearing glitter under the pulsing lights of some club in Stockholm. As he watched the strong line of his body move to the beat of the music, the hazy green lights flash across his face, Jean thought: he’s gonna be mine.

Nothing says 'I love you’ like a bunch of corpses by pandaspots - Jean is an FBI agent and someone has a killer crush on him. Literally. He has no idea how things got to this point, but he figures threatening the sicko he will do anything to see him cuffed and locked up has something to do with it.

a sleeping giant that you’ve woken by qaara (maladictive) - The world went to hell the day Jean Kirstein decided he gave a shit about Eren Jaeger’s emotional well-being.

Too Hot To Handle by mongoose_bite - Jean has recently joined MI6’s elite agents as 003 and he couldn’t be happier. His career is going places, his degree is paid for, his job is exciting, if somewhat dangerous, and his handler is the beautiful Mikasa, whom he will definitely certainly ask out soon. Until it isn’t. Until Mikasa is replaced by Eren, who Jean quickly decides is absolutely the last person he wants talking in his ear when he’s getting shot at.

you there, hiraeth by crunchrapsupreme - Jean says, “Come visit me.” Eren freezes, his fingers going still as he glances up, locking eyes with Jean’s through the screen. (…) “Um,” Eren says, scratching the back of his neck before smiling. “Okay.”

clear the runway, prepare for takeoff by Piyo13 - July 1948. Jean Kirstein, U.S. Airforce pilot, has been called back to Germany in the wake of WWII, in order to assist in the Berlin Airlift. Eren Jäger, West Berlin resident, has been helping unload cargo from British and American planes for almost a month, trying to keep the city of Berlin fed and warm. It’s grueling work for the both of them, but they make it work.

Seven Minutes in Heaven, Ninety Minutes in Hell by Armajesty (hinatella) - Eren is left with an even bigger one when a game of Seven Minutes in Heaven gets him trapped in a closet with his enemy-but-certainly-not-crush-because-ew Jean. 

Paper Kites by burlesquecomposer - When Eren Jaeger joined as a drummer for a small college indie rock band, he hardly expected it to develop into something more.

Creep by Variabile - Eren giving Jean a tattoo.

the jean wayne by crunchrapsupreme - The first time Jean’s faced with the elusive question, he’s seventeen and Eren’s sixteen, fresh with a new license and a shitty used car with beige leather seats that smell like smoke from the previous owner.

When We See the Sea by WhiteSilverandMercury - staring at eren is like staring into the sun, they say it blinds but men do it anyway; and jean is a young man who wears his heart on his sleeve but guards it with the spade ready to dig his own grave.

What We Will Find by jtjenna (pornographicpenguin) - a modern au in which very many slightly related and very goofy things occur.

Sleepy Eyes and Boney Knees by ilrei- A few drabbles for the Erejean2k16 prompts that I just put into the same universe. Doing the prompts: Music, monster, confession, similarities/differences and bath/shower.

unintentionally burnt pancakes by venator - Someone set fire to some pancakes once upon a time and it was all downhill from there.

pink lips, pink lace by dizzyondreams - “These aren’t mine you-” He turned just in time to see Eren wriggling into his slightly undersized trousers and caught a flash of something before he pulled them over his hips. Something lacy and distinctly pink. Jean’s words dried up in his mouth.

Doomed from the Start by Engineer104 - Eren found the documents entirely by accident. An Unwind AU.

“I like you, Jeanbo” by shulkie - City-slicker Jean Kirstein is forced to come back to the small town he spent one year in for a funeral and runs into hell-raiser Eren Jaeger, apprentice to the local mechanic.

Working Past It by tyrellis - No matter what Jean may say, it’s not Eren’s fault that this happened: he was just innocently searching for a working vending machine. Jean had the good voice, and sang in French, and seemed like an angel. Eren feels entirely justified in the disappointment he feels when he discovers Jean’s actually a massive dickhead.

Nights With You by NormieScum - Eren makes bad decisions and Jean is always there to help him clean up afterwards.

bound to fall for you by dizzyondreams - Later, on the bus back to their apartment, Eren went on a stoned rant about Jean’s profile that Armin patiently sat through with a quiet air of bemusement. Mikasa just stared out of the window and offered the occasional, “Believe me, he’s an ass.” to which Eren paid no attention. He officially had a new crush.

Magnolia lights by peralta - Jean enjoys his days working at the flower shop. He’s never had so much fun, though, as when a bright-eyed boy stops by every Friday asking for tulips.

To Win is to Lose by somethingintheireyes - “The first one to fall in love loses.” “Heh, you picked the wrong opponent Jaeger, you’re on. ”

god tier emo au by dizzyondreams - There was something odd about him, something that interested Eren when all that interested him anymore was drumming. The way the look in his eyes, the curve of his mouth, didn’t quite match up with the rest of him. First violin, some button-down rich boy, but Eren had found him beating the shit out of a guy in an alley. Blood dark against his shirt, and his eyes like flint behind the trail of Eren’s cigarette.

That’s it! I’ve read SO MANY lovely jeanere fics so I’m pretty sure I’m missing some but I think that for now this list is good :) I’ll be updating this whenever I read new awesome fics so yeah! stay tuned! You can find some more nice fics here !
last update: 26th May 2017

Superman Starter Pack

First and most importantly, before we go into petty commercial concerns, let’s remember the meaning of this day. Because friends, this is no ordinary day: this is Miracle Monday, the anniversary of Superman triumphing over no less than the biblical prince of darkness himself (or at least a respectable substitute), and it was so awesome that even though it was expunged from humanity’s collective consciousness, they still instinctively recognized the third Monday of May as a day of good cheer to be celebrated in Superman’s honor from now until the end of time.

I know I write plenty about Superman on here, but with as much as a pain as comics can be to get into, I’m sure at least some of those I’m lucky enough to have follow me haven’t been able to find an easy in for the character. Or maybe a follower-of-a-follower or friend-of-a-friend is looking for a reasonable place to start. So in the spirit of the season, I’ll toss on the (admittedly already pretty massive) pile of recommended starting points on Superman: ten stories in a recommended - but by no means strict - order that should, as a whole, give you a pretty decent idea of what Superman’s deal is and why you should care, all of which you should be able to find pretty easily on Comixology or a local bookstore/comic book shop. I’ll probably do a companion to this in September for Batman Day.

1. Superman: Birthright

What it’s about: It’s his origin. He gets rocketed to Earth from the doomed planet Krypton, he gets raised by farmers, he puts on tights to fight crime, he meets Lois Lane and Lex Luthor, he deals with Kryptonite, all the standard-issue Superman business.

Why you should read it: It does all that stuff better than anyone else. He’s had a few different takes on his origins over the years due to a series of reboots, another of those tellings is even further down the list, but the first major modern one pretty much hit the nail on the head first try. It toes the tricky line of humanizing him without making you forget that hey, he’s Superman, it’s high-action fun without skimping on the character, and if there’s any one story that does the best job of conveying why you should look at an invincible man-god all but beyond sin or death with no major inciting incident in his background as a likable, relatable character, this is it. Add in some of the best Lane and Luthor material out there, and it’s a no-brainer.

Further recommendations if you liked it: About a decade before writing Birthright, its author Mark Waid worked with Alex Ross on what ended up one of DC’s biggest comics ever, Kingdom Come, the story of a brutal near-future of out-of-control superheroes that ultimately narrowed down to being about Superman above all else, and one of his most popular and influential stories of all time at that. Years after Birthright he created Irredeemable, the story of a Superman pastiche named Plutonian gone murderously rogue and how he reached his breaking point, illustrating a lot of what makes Superman special by way of contrast.

(Since Superman’s had so many notable homage/analogue/pastiche/rip-off/whatever-you-want-to-call-it characters compared to other superheroes, often in very good stories, there’ll be a number of those stories on this list.)

2. Superman: Up, Up and Away

What: Ever seen Superman Returns? That, but good. Clark Kent’s been living and loving a normal life as a reporter and husband after a cosmic dust-up in one of DC’s event comics took Superman off the board for a year, but mounting threats demand his return to save Metropolis again, if he still can.

Why: If you’d rather skip the origin, this is as a good a place as you’ll find to jump onboard. Clark and Lois both get some solid characterization, a number of classic villains have solid screentime, there’s some interesting Kryptonian mythology sticking its head in without being too intrusive, a great overarching threat to Metropolis, and it captures how Superman’s powers work in a visceral sense better than almost anything else. If you just want a classic, pick-it-up-and-go Fun Superman Story, this is where to go.

Recommendations: If you liked this, you’ll probably be inclined to enjoy the rest of co-writer Geoff Johns’ run on Action Comics, including most popularly Legion of Superheroes and Brainiac, both with artist Gary Frank. Another series tapping into that classic Superman feeling pretty well - regardless of whether you enjoyed the original show or not - is Smallville: Season 11, showing the adventures of that series’ young Clark Kent once he finally becomes Superman. Currently, Peter Tomasi and Patrick Gleason’s run on the main Superman title under the banner of DC Rebirth is maintaining that feeling itself, properly introducing Jon Kent, Lois and Clark’s 10-year-old-son, as Superboy in what seems to be a permanent addition to the cast and mythology (though there’s some continuity hiccups there, even as they’re mostly kept to the background - for the first 20 issues Superman is a refugee from a previous continuity, don’t ask).

3. Superman: Secret Identity

What: He’s Clark Kent, an aspiring writer from a farm town in Kansas. Problem is he’s only named after the other guy, an ordinary teenager who’s put up with crap his whole life for being named after a comic book character in an ordinary world. But when he suddenly finds himself far closer to his namesake than he ever would have imagined, it becomes the journey of his life to find how to really be a Superman.

Why: The best ‘realistic’ Superman story by a long shot, this doesn’t sideline its heart in favor of pseudo-science justifications for what he can do, or the sociopolitical impact of his existence. He has the powers, he wears the costume to save people (though he never directly reveals himself to the world), and in-between he lives his life and learns what it means to be a good man. It’s quiet and sweet and deeply human, and probably one of the two or three best Superman comics period.

Recommendations: Superman: American Alien is probably as close as there’s been to taking this kind of approach to the ‘real’ Superman, showing seemingly minor and unconnected snippets from his life, from childhood to his early days in the costume, and how they unconsciously shaped him into the man he becomes. If you like the low-key, pastoral aesthetic, you might enjoy Superman for All Seasons, or the current title Supergirl: Being Super. If you’d like more of writer Kurt Busiek’s work, his much-beloved series Astro City - focusing on a different perspective in the superhero-stuffed metropolis in every story - opens with A Dream of Flying, set from the point of view of the Superman-like Samaritan, telling of his quiet sorrow of never being to fly simply for its own sake in a world of dangers demanding his attention.

4. Of Thee I Sing

What: Gotham hitman Tommy Monaghan heads to the roof of Noonan’s bar for a smoke. Superman happens to be there at the time. They talk.

Why: A lot of people call this the best Superman story of the 90s, and they’re not wrong. Writer Garth Ennis doesn’t make any bones about hating the superhero genre in general (as evidenced by their treatment in the rest of Hitman), but he has a sincere soft spot for Superman as an ideal of what we - and specifically Americans - are supposed to be, and he pours it all out here in a story of what it means for Superman to fail, and why he remains Superman regardless. It sells the idea that an unrepentant killer - even one only targeting ‘bad guys’ like Tommy - would unabashedly consider Superman his hero, and that’s no small feat.

Recommendations: If you read Hitman #34 and love it but don’t intend to check out the rest of the series (why? It’s amazing), go ahead and read JLA/Hitman, a coda to the book showing the one time Tommy got caught up in the Justice League’s orbit, and what happens when Superman learns the truth about his profession, culminating in a scene that sums up What Superman Is All About better than maybe any other story. If you appreciated the idea of a classically decent Superman in an indecent world, you might enjoy Al Ewing’s novel Gods of Manhattan (the middle of a loose pulp adventure trilogy with El Sombra and Pax Omega, which I’ve discussed in the past), starring Doc Savage and Superman analogue Doc Thunder warring with a fascistic new vigilante in a far different New York City.

5. Superman: Camelot Falls

What: On top of a number of other threats hitting Superman from all sides, he receives a prophecy from the wizard Arion, warning of a devastating future when mankind is faced with its ultimate threat; a threat it will be too weak to overcome due to Superman’s protection over the years, but will still only just barely survive without him. Will he abandon humanity to a new age of darkness, or try and fight fate to save them knowing it could lead to their ultimate extinction?

Why: From the writer of Secret Identity and co-writer of Up, Up and Away!, this is probably the best crack at the often-attempted “Would having Superman be around actually be a good thing for humanity in the long term?” story. Beyond having the courtesy of wrapping that idea up in a really solid adventure rather than having everyone solemnly ruminate for the better part of a year, it comes at it from an angle that doesn’t feel like cheating either logically or in terms of the characters, and it’s an extremely underrated gem.

Recommendations: For the same idea tackled in a very different way, there’s the much better-known Superman: Red Son, showing the hero he would have become growing up in the Soviet Union rather than the United States; going after similar ideas is the heartfelt Superman: Peace on Earth. The rest of Kurt Busiek’s time on the main Superman title was great too, even if this stood easily as the centerpiece; his other trades were Back In Action, Redemption, The Third Kryptonian, and Shadows Linger. Speaking of underrated gems, Gail Simone’s run on Action Comics from around the same time with John Byrne was also great, collected in Strange Attractors. And since the story opens with an excellent one-shot centered around his marriage to Lois, I have to recommend From Krypton With Love if you can track it down in Superman 80-Page Giant #2, and Thom Zahler’s fun Lois-and-Clark style webcomic Love and Capes.

6. Superman Adventures

What: A spinoff of Superman: The Animated Series, this quietly chugged along throughout the latter half of the 90s as the best of the Superman books at the time.

Why: Much as stories defining his character and world are important, the bread and butter of Superman is just regular old fun comics, and there’s no better place to go than here for fans of any and all ages. Almost all of its 66 issues were at least pretty fun, but by far most notable were two runs in particular - Scott McCloud, the guy who would go on to literally write the book on the entire medium in Understanding Comics, handled the first year, and Mark Millar prior to his breakout success wrote a number of incredibly charming and sincere Superman stories here, including arguably the best Luthor story in How Much Can One Man Hate?, and a full comic on every page in 22 Stories In A Single Bound.

Recommendations: Superman has an embarrassment of riches when it comes to runs of just plain fun comics. For the youngest in your family, Superman Family Adventures might just be what you’re looking for. Supergirl: Cosmic Adventures in the Eighth Grade would fit on your shelf very well next to Superman Adventures. Superman: Secret Origin, while not the absolute best take on his early days, has some real charm and would be an ideal introduction for younger readers that won’t talk down to them in the slightest, and that you’ll probably like yourself (especially since it seems to be the ‘canon’ Superman origin again). If you’re interested in something retro, The Superman Chronicles cover his earliest stories from the 30s and 40s, and Showcase Presents: Superman collects many of his most classic adventures from the height of his popularity in the 50s and 60s. Age of the Sentry and Alan Moore’s Supreme would also work well. For slightly older kids (i.e. middle school), they might get a kick out of Mark Millar and Lenil Yu’s Superior, or What’s So Funny About Truth, Justice, and the American Way? And finally, for just plain fun Superman runs, I can’t ignore the last year of Joe Casey’s much-overlooked time on The Adventures of Superman.

7. Superman vs. Lex Luthor

What: Exactly what it says on the tin: a collection of 12 Luthor stories from his first appearance to the early 21st century.

Why: Well, he’s Superman’s biggest enemy, that’s why, and even on his own is one of the best villains of all time. Thankfully, this is an exceptionally well-curated collection of his greatest hits; pouring through this should give you more than a good idea of what makes him tick.

Recommendations: While he has a number of great showings in Superman-centric comics, his two biggest solo acts outside of this would be Brian Azzarello and Lee Bermejo’s Luthor (originally titled Lex Luthor: Man of Steel) and Paul Cornell’s run on Action Comics, where Lex took over the book for about a year. Also, one of Superman’s best writers, Elliot S! Maggin, contributed a few stories here - he’s best known for his brilliant Superman novels Last Son of Krypton and the aforementioned Miracle Monday, and he wrote a number of other great tales I picked some highlights from in another article.

8. Grant Morrison’s Action Comics

What: Spanning years, it begins in a different version of Superman’s early days, where an as-yet-flightless Clark Kent in a t-shirt and jeans challenged corrupt politicians, grappling with the public’s reaction to its first superhero even as his first true menace approaches from the stars. Showing his growth over time into the hero he becomes, he slowly realizes that his life has been subtly influenced by an unseen but all-powerful threat, one that in the climax will set Superman’s greatest enemies’ against him in a battle not just for his life, but for all of reality.

Why: The New 52 period for Superman was a controversial one at best, and I’d be the last to deny it went down ill-advised roads and made outright bone-stupid decisions. But I hope if nothing else this run is evaluated in the long run the way it deserves; while the first arc is framed as something of a Superman origin story, it becomes clear quickly that this is about his life as a whole, and his journey from a cocksure young champion of the oppressed in way over his head, to a self-questioning godling unsure of the limits of his responsibilities as his powers increase, and finally an assured, unstoppable Superman fighting on the grandest cosmic scale possible against the same old bullies. It gives him a true character arc without undermining his essential Superman-ness, and by the end it’s a contender for the title of the biggest Superman story of all.

Recommendations: Outside of this, Greg Pak’s runs on Action Comics and Batman/Superman, and Tom Taylor/Robson Rocha’s 3-issue Batman/Superman stint, as well as Scott Snyder, Jim Lee and Dustin Nguyen’s blockbuster mini Superman Unchained, are the best of the New 52 era. If you’re looking for more wild cosmic Superman adventure stories, Grant Morrison’s Superman Beyond is a beautiful two-part adventure (it ties in to his event comic Final Crisis but largely works standalone), and Joe Casey’s Mr. Majestic was a largely great set of often trippy cosmic-scale adventure comics with its Superman-esque lead. For something a little more gonzo, maybe try the hilariously bizarre Coming of the Supermen by Neal Adams. And while his role in it is relatively minor, if we’re talking cosmic Superman-related epics, Jack Kirby’s Fourth World has to be mentioned - it’ll soon be reissued in omnibus format to coincide with the Justice League movie, since many of its concepts made it in there.

9. Superman: Whatever Happened to the Man of Tomorrow?

What: More than just the title story, DC issued a collection of all three of Watchmen writer Alan Moore’s Superman stories: For The Man Who Has Everything, where Superman finds himself trapped in his idea of his ideal life while Batman, Wonder Woman and Robin are in deadly danger in the real world, Jungle Line, where a deliriously ill and seemingly terminal Superman finds help in the most unexpected place, and Whatever Happened to the Man of Tomorrow?, Moore’s version of the final Superman story.

Why: Dark Superman stories are a tricky tightrope to walk - go too far and you invalidate the core his world is built around - but Moore’s pretty dang good at his job. Whatever Happened you should wait to read until you’ve checked out some Superman stories from the 1960s first since it’s very much meant as a contrast to those, but For The Man Who Has Everything is an interesting look at Superman’s basic alienation (especially in regards to his characterization in that period of his publication history) with a gangbuster final fight, and Jungle Line is a phenomenal Superman horror story that uncovers some of his rawest, most deeply buried fears.

Recommendations: There are precious few other dark Superman stories that can be considered any real successes outside a few mentioned among other recommendations; the closest I can think of is Superman: For Tomorrow, which poses some interesting questions framed by gorgeous art, but has a reach tremendously exceeding its grasp. Among similar characters though, there are some real winners; Moore’s own time on Miracleman was one of the first and still one of the most effective looks at what it would mean for a Superman-like being to exist in the real world, and the seminal novel Superfolks, while in many ways of its time, was tremendously and deservedly influential on generations of creators. Moore had another crack at the end of a Superman-like figure in his Majestic one-shot, and the Change or Die arc of Warren Ellis’ run on Stormwatch (all of which is worth reading) presented a powerful, bittersweet look at a superman’s attempt at truly changing the world for the better.

10. All-Star Superman

What: Superman rescues the first manned mission to the sun, sabotaged by Lex Luthor. His powers have reached greater heights than ever from the solar overexposure, but it’s more than his cells can handle: he’s dying, and Lex has won at last. This is what Superman does with his last year of life.

Why: I put this at the bottom since it works better the more you like Superman, but if you’re only going to read one story on this list, this one has to be it. It’s one of the best superhero stories period, and it’s everything that’s wistful and playful and sad and magical and wonderful about Superman in one book.

Recommendations: If you’re interested in the other great “Death of Superman” story, skip the 90s book and go to co-creator Jerry Siegel and Curt Swan’s 60s ‘Imaginary Story’, also one of the best Superman stories ever, and particularly one of Luthor’s best showings. If you got a kick out of the utopian ‘Superman fixes everything’ feel of a lot of it, try The Amazing Story of Superman-Red and Superman-Blue! The current Supergirl title by Steve Orlando seems to be trying to operate on a pretty similar wavelength, and is definitely the best thing coming out of the Superman family of books right now. The recent Adventures of Superman anthology series has a number of creators try and do their own ‘definitive’ Superman stories, often to great results. And Avengers 34.1 starring Hyperion by Al Ewing and Dale Keown taps into All-Star’s sense of an elevated alien perspective paired with a deep well of humanity to different but still moving results.

“That was really inconsiderate of you, Harry.” Y/N responds instead of answering his question.

“No it wasn’t.” Harry argues, glaring at Y/N. He takes a step forward, bringing himself closer to Y/N down the narrow hallway. “I was just doing my job.”

“You didn’t have to do it like that, not in front of me and in such detail.” Y/N fights with Harry far too often, or used to at least. It’s silly, because he always seems to win.

“In such detail?” Harry repeats, scoffing at her accusation. “If I was going to go into such detail,” he lowers his voice and takes another, gradual step forward, until their chests are brushing intimately, “I would’ve told him that, no matter how much you writhe in that thing, you’re never going to get any sort of friction. I could’ve told him that you’ve never had an 

orgasm, and that the most action you’ve ever received is having my hand against your bum.” Harry leans his face in close to Y/N’s, smirking. “Y/N, I was very considerate in filtering these things out. You should be thanking me.”

or, Y/N’s the Princess of England who is designated to wear a chastity belt to preserve her purity at all times. Yet, her feelings toward her head of security, Harry, are everything but pure.

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Colony Vs. The Tax Evaders for Freedom and Justice

This fills the tentacle square on my bingo card. 
Challenger @rose-on-the-mountain, who is also responsible for the Tax Evaders. 

I’m not sure if this will actually fit into the Happy Lights ‘verse, or if it’s just a fun sort of what-if scenario, but I hope you enjoy it!


“They call themselves The Tax Evaders for Freedom and Justice,” Steve explained. He rubbed at the center of his forehead. “They’re registered as a church.”

“That is a joke,” Tony insisted. “There’s no way that is actually not a joke.”

Steve shrugged helplessly. “That’s what the file says. They’ve recruited some B-list villains including… The Kangaroo, Asbestos Lady, and… Flag Smasher?” He was miserable just reading the names and pushed his tablet away so he could put his face in his palm.

“Wow,” Clint said, “You are a massive troll, Cap, but I don’t think even you could troll this hard. Why are we getting called for this one? Isn’t this something that the cops can handle? Or, you know… the local biker gang?”

“We don’t really have anything better to do at the moment,” Steve pointed out, “And it would be a good training exercise for our newest member.”

The colony didn’t quite understand the point of chairs, but it was trying to imitate its human colony members. Several of the larger tentacles were coiled around the empty chair at the briefing table, and the rest were spread out over and around the table to keep limbs wrapped around their humans. It was a small subcolony of only forty-seven members who had come back with ‘Steve Colony’ after their last trip to the colony homeworld, and looked intent on setting up a permanent colony presence.  

“Can’t we just sic the IRS on them? I mean…The Church of the Tax Evaders for Freedom and Justice. Really,” Clint persisted.

Think of it like a team building exercise, Tony suggested, and the colony lit up gold at his mental voice. I have new arrows for you to try out.

Sold! Clint agreed.

Sold! the colony repeated, flickering through a quick rainbow of colors, and then asked, Sold?

The colony did not understand currency, and the last time Tony had tried to explain the concepts of buying and selling, they’d ended up in a circular loop of Why? for most of the night. About the only thing the colony had been attracted to during the conversation was Tony unleashing financial ‘logic’ into the colony mindspace. It was a good thing they weren’t interested in using the colony’s understanding of math to their own benefit, because they could just about take over the world with only minimal effort and the colony’s help.

Let’s not start that conversation again, Bruce pleaded. “Asbestos Lady?”

Steve checked the notes. He grimaced, but offered, “Apparently she’s fire-proof?”

“And dying of asbestos poisoning?” Sam guessed. His chair was conspicuously tentacle-free, but he had his head propped up on one fist and was casually petting the magenta tentacle that had wrapped around his water glass, the end periscoped up to eye level and nuzzling against his fingers. It flickered gold and the colony was suffused with a definite sense of smugness at the attention. “Has the colony been cleared to leave the tower?”

“Technically or theoretically?” Tony asked innocently. He was completely bound to his chair by a dozen thick loops and being towed around the table at the colony’s leisure.

Sam hastily held up a hand. “I don’t even want to know. Plausible deniability is a thing.”

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Closed Set

Request:  Hiii so I know you write mostly Sam and you claim you don’t write Jared, but would you be willing to write a Jared story? I want to request: Imagine filming a sex scene with Jared. And maybe he gets really into it, which isn’t in the script, but you can obviously take it wherever your heart desires. -@impalaimagining

Jared x Female Reader

Summary: Filming a love scene with Jared is a little more than you bargained for. 

Warnings: This is what I would consider smut adjacent, nothing too graphic.

Word Count: 1700+

A/N: Beta’d by the always amazing @elliewinchesterr

Possibly part one of two, I’m always skittish when I write Jared. 




“How do those feel?” Tabitha, your wardrobe assistant, gestures to the round flesh colored stickers covering your nipples.

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Whovian Feminism Reviews “World Enough and Time”

“World Enough and Time” is an episode of Doctor Who that is very self-aware – of its own history, of its own tropes and cliches, and of the community that follows this show so passionately. This results in some truly delightful fan-service that lightens what might otherwise be an unbearably grim and horrifying episode. But that self-awareness falters when it comes to the treatment of Bill Potts and her fans, who were handed a brutal episode that came right to the edge of fridging the first lesbian companion and second black woman companion. With one episode left in the season, there’s still time to pull out a happy ending for Bill. But I’m not sure it will make up for everything Bill and her fans will have been through to get her there.

Even though the end of this episode left me feeling conflicted, I sure as hell enjoyed the ride. Steven Moffat has always been good at creating stories that creatively play with time travel, and parking a massive spaceship right next to a black hole is such a fun way to mess with time. Director Rachel Talalay perfectly paces the transition between the two time zones, creating a story that flows from one timeline to the next instead of giving us narrative whiplash. But what she’ll probably be most remembered for in this episode is making the Mondassian Cybermen truly, bone-chillingly scary. There was always something eerie about their sing-song voices and cold logic. But Talalay brings the body horror to the forefront of their genesis, emphasizing their unceasing pain and letting the audience’s unease build steadily until it’s almost unbearable by the time Bill is converted.

But while the Mondassian Cybermen loom over this episode, this story is firmly about the Doctor and the Master’s friendship and enmity. The Doctor’s test isn’t just an opportunity for Missy to escape her prison in the Vault. It’s the culmination of nearly fifty years of conflict between these two characters. At one point or another, each has believed that the other can be convinced to see the universe as they do. Now the Doctor gets to see if he’s right and if Missy can really be reformed. 

Missy is going along with the Doctor … sort of. She’s not actively trying to burn everything down, but she’s definitely going to do things her own way. And if she’s going to endure this exercise, she’s going to poke fun at the mythos the Doctor has created for himself. She calls the companions the “disposables” and names them “Exposition” and “Comic Relief,” which can be read both as a commentary on the Doctor and a meta commentary on the show itself. There’s even a long bit about whether he’s called “The Doctor” or “Doctor Who,” a reference to the insufferably long-running argument in fan circles about how to refer to the character. (The answer is that both are fine; Missy cheekily tells us to “check our screens,” reminding us that in the Classic series, the character was named “Dr. Who” in the credits!) 

In contrast, John Simm stands out as the quintessential Master. His portrayal here is a more toned-down version of the Master from the Russell T. Davies years, and he’s leaned hard into the Classic Master tropes. He’s got the beard and the high-collared black jacket. He spends most of this episode disguised in a rubber mask. He even calls Bill “my dear.” Get some hypnosis and the TCE in the next episode and he’ll have checked off all the boxes. I should’ve figured out who he was much earlier in the episode, but John Simm’s acting and prosthetics were so good that I have to admit I didn’t figure out that Razor was the Master until the moment that he snuck in on Missy (and there was definitely a lot of impressed swearing once I finally realized what had happened).

As wonderful as he is, Simm isn’t just there to provide fan-service. He’s also there to encourage Missy’s worst impulses. He’s the devil on her shoulder, their mutual Id – almost like their Valeyard, if you’ll accept the analogy. He reminds her of all the distrust and anger and betrayal they’ve built up against the Doctor. And if the trailer for the next episode is any hint, it looks like he’ll be encouraging her more violent impulses. The Doctor wanted to test Missy to see if she was genuinely reforming herself, but now that test will happen while her previous regeneration is deliberately driving a wedge between her and the Doctor.

And Bill is just another body caught in the crossfire.

Before I dig into Bill’s conversion, I want to start off with one caveat. This is only the first part of a two-part story. I don’t know what ultimately will happen to Bill, and whether or not the next episode will cast this one in a different light. However, I think it is still valid to examine and critique this episode based on the information we have so far. This episode wanted to leave us with feelings of shock and horror for a week, so it’s valid to examine those feelings and the communities they impact the hardest. And regardless of Bill’s ultimate fate in the next episode, it is valid to examine whether the events that took place in this episode were problematic.

I would argue that they were. Although Bill isn’t dead, this episode goes right to the edge of fridging her. She has practically no agency in this episode, and everything that happens to her is in service to someone else’s story. She is shot and converted into a Cyberman to further the conflict between the Doctor and the Master. Everything that happens to her is done so we can explore the Doctor’s feelings – his guilt and pain over pressuring Bill into this situation, his conflict over giving the Master yet another chance, his struggle to forgive Missy after what her previous regeneration has done. This isn’t about Bill, her choices, or her story. Hell, she didn’t even want to be on that ship. Arguing about whether or not we can count what happens to her as fridging because she isn’t actually dead feels a bit like a technicality. She is still violent, graphically harmed for her male protagonist’s story.

It doesn’t help that “World Enough And Time” has some uncomfortable parallels with the Series 8 finale “Death in Heaven,” where another black companion, Danny Pink, is also converted into a Cyberman. Danny was another casualty in the conflict between the Doctor and the Master. And his death and conversion weren’t really about him or his story either. It was about the Doctor’s discomfort with soldiers, and it was about Clara’s guilt over having treated him poorly. Danny does reclaim some of his agency in the end, so perhaps there is still some hope for Bill. But this is now the second time that a black companion has been converted into a Cybeman to further the conflict between the Doctor and the Master. 

It’s also worth noting the level of graphic violence involved with Bill’s near-death and conversion. Plenty of companions have died or had horrible things done to them. Moffat is particularly fond of making monsters out of his companions; Rory became an Auton, a Clara echo is converted into a Dalek. But seeing a horrible burnt hole through Bill’s chest and her slow, piecemeal conversion into a Cyberman is truly on another level. I had to think back to some of the things that the Sixth Doctor’s companion Peri suffered through to find any examples that gave me the same visceral reaction – and those are moments you really don’t want to be compared with.

This is a drama and science fiction show, and there’s always been a certain level of risk when companions travel with the Doctor. We were meant to be horrified by what happened to Bill. But the people who were always going to feel this moment the hardest were the most marginalized and underrepresented in this fandom – queer women and women of color. Women of color have had so few non-white companions on Doctor Who to identify with, so obviously this moment would be felt particularly hard. And this would also be especially hard for queer women, who have faced a recent surge in violent deaths of queer characters, largely to further the stories of white, cis, straight protagonists.

The great irony, of course, is that this episode spends a great deal of time cheerfully showing off how self-aware of fandom it is. There’s fan-service galore in this story … just not for the fans who were invested in Bill’s character. And our standards were already set so low. I would’ve been happy if she came out at the end of this season alive and whole. I would’ve given bonus points if she was happy and with a girlfriend.

I don’t think Bill was shot or converted because of any particular animus or prejudice against her character. There was a story that they wanted to tell between the Doctor and the Master, and what happened to Bill was necessary to further that story. I think it just shows the carelessness with which her character was handled. It’s all well and good to represent a black lesbian woman on TV, but that comes with a certain amount of responsibility. And even if this is all magically undone by the end of the next episode, nothing will erase how Bill’s pain and suffering was used to further the conflict between the Doctor and the Master. And nothing will erase the sight of Bill with a hole through her chest or crying in pain beneath the Cyberman mask from the memories of women of color and queer fans.

Video Games - NaLu Week 2017

Summary: Hello! This is my one shot for the prompt “Video Games” for @nalu-week this year! Enjoy! <3

Pairing: NaLu (Natsu & Lucy)

Genre: Romance

Word Count: 2091


“Natsu, what are you doing?” Lucy asked, gently placing her bag on the desk whilst her dense friend casually tossed his on the floor.

“What does it look like?” Natsu answered, as if Lucy were the dense one, switching his TV on. “I’m playing a video game.”

“I came round after school so we could do our homework, not play games!” Lucy puffed her cheeks out. She should have expected this, really.

Despite being best friends, Natsu and Lucy had fairly opposite views on certain things; homework was most certainly one of them. Occasionally there would be a rare day where Natsu actually completed his homework with minimal help from Lucy, but most of the time it was Natsu rapidly texting Lucy the morning it was due asking for the answers.

It would definitely irritate anyone, but Lucy had been friends with Natsu long enough to always expect a text from him.

Considering how rare doing homework was for Natsu, Lucy was more than pleased when he invited her round his house after school to, as quoted by the man himself, “do homework or something.”.

Sure it was pretty vague, but just the sound of Natsu saying the word “homework” without a hint of disgust curling off his tongue had excited the blonde.

“C'mon, Luce.” Natsu turned to face her. “We’ve got loads of time. Just one game and then we’ll get to work.”

Lucy let out a heavy sigh, “The one time I actually think you invite me round specifically for homework…”

“Oh, lighten up!” Natsu grinned. “Come on, sit down and play.” He patted the vacant seat next to him.

Lucy, however, shook her head. “Nope. You can get on with that, whereas I have algebra problems to solve.” she planted herself behind Natsu on the table and chairs, taking the sheet of paper out of her bag.

“Ew.” Natsu’s lip curled upwards just by hearing any word related to maths.

Despite being a tad annoyed at her friend, Lucy couldn’t help but let a small smile play at her lips at Natsu’s disgusted sound.

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It had been around twenty minutes and Lucy had barely managed to complete the first question. She didn’t know for sure whether Natsu intentionally turned the TV up really loud and was being way too over enthusiastic about the game, but considering how well Lucy knew him, she was pretty certain it was no accident.

“Oh my god, Natsu!” Lucy threw her pen on the table in defeat, standing up abruptly.

“What?”

Lucy began making her way over and parked herself right next to her friend. “Considering you clearly want me to play that badly,” she picked up the other controller. “One game!”

Natsu’s eyes instantly lit up, grinning widely at his success. “Alright!”

Lucy hated herself slightly for giving in so easily, but there was no way she could sit back for the next hour doing nothing. It was either struggle with the homework, do nothing, or play video games, and Lucy chose video games.

“Okay, so you press that to switch weapons, that one to shoot and-” Natsu began instructing Lucy, until he was interrupted.

“I know how to play.” Lucy answered simply, fidgeting slightly in order to make herself more comfortable.

Natsu blinked in slight shock, but shrugged it off and pressed play.

To Natsu’s complete dismay, Lucy was incredibly skilled at video games, so much so that she’d gotten a killing streak and had won the first round.

“How..?” Natsu questioned out loud.

“We may have been friends for eight years now,” Lucy grinned triumphantly, “but there is still much you have yet to learn about me, Natsu.”

“No kidding.”

“You up for round two?” Lucy asked, completely disregarding her algebra homework in excitement to beat Natsu again.

“Sure, but you’re lucky streak is about to change. Just warning you.” Natsu smirked, focusing intently on the TV.

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Four rounds later and Lucy had won every single one, much to Natsu’s annoyance. Every round she won, Lucy would jump up proudly like a little kid, which would humour Natsu momentarily until he remembered he was just beaten.

Fed up of losing but not wanting to accept defeat, Natsu made an attempt to grab another game off the desk. However, Lucy’s keen eye quickly caught on.

“Scared of losing again?” Lucy smirked, leaning over so she could taunt Natsu more.

Natsu froze, one hand holding another game in the air and the other balancing himself on the sofa. He turned to face Lucy, who’s smug expression was not helping Natsu in the slightest. Natsu hated losing. It didn’t matter if it was a video game or his daily brawl with Gray in the cafeteria, he wouldn’t leave until he was victorious… or until the principal would drag them both to his office.

Slowly, Natsu began placing the game back down, Lucy’s eyes following his every move like a hawk. Picking up the controller again, Natsu let out a small breath of amusement, ready to take on another challenge.

“You are on, Heartfilia.”

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Needless to say Natsu’s confidence offered him no help in the slightest as Lucy continued to win every game. Although it was amusing seeing Lucy so excited and happy, it was also incredibly irritating.

Natsu had also quickly learnt that Lucy was the type of gamer to move with the controller, so if her player moved to the left, she would also move to the left. This completely limited Natsu’s choice of action, as not only would she continuously bump into him, she would do it chest first.

Lucy’s body moved just as much as her player, and it offered no assistance to Natsu’s already stressed state when Lucy was basically on top of him for half the game.

“I win for the… oh, how many rounds has it been now, Natsu?” Lucy grinned victoriously.

“Seven.”

“I win for the seventh time in a row!”

“It’s your fault I’m not winning!” Natsu protested.

“Why? Because I’m too good?” Lucy teased.

“No, because you keep climbing on top of me every round!” Natsu crossed his arms like a child. “It’s very distracting.”

Lucy had hardly noticed she’d been moving that much, and even if she had she never would have thought it would be a hindrance to her friend. However, a disadvantage to Natsu merely meant an advantage for her. Taking the new found information into consideration, Lucy took no hesitation in making the predicament more convenient on her half.

Starting another game without Natsu’s consent, Lucy was clearly already in the lead, catching him off guard.

“Hey!” Natsu called out, quickly grabbing his controller. “That’s playin’ dirty!”

“Really?” Lucy questioned, her eyes drifting from the TV to Natsu. “Is this playing dirty as well?” She began leaning over, even if her player wasn’t, so she could edge closer to Natsu.

“Yes.” Natsu stated simply just as Lucy’s shoulder touched his, although his eyes refused to leave the screen.

“How about this?” Lucy leant closer towards Natsu, however this time she manoeuvred herself so instead her chest pressed up against his arm.

Natsu gulped, though not hard enough for Lucy to have noticed.

Taking his silence as a yes, Lucy smirked and shuffled closer so their legs were touching whilst her chest was still closely pressed against his arm.

“Luce, what’re you doing?” Natsu finally spoke.

“Being distracting,” Lucy put it simply, trying to meet Natsu’s careful gaze. “Is it working?”

Realising the game she was trying to play, Natsu made an attempt to shrug Lucy off of him.

“Nope.” he answered, crossing his arms defiantly.

Lucy, however, only took this as another challenge much like the video game they were playing, and she was not about to lose. Deciding to go a step further, the blonde lifted a leg up and draped it over Natsu’s lap.

“How about now?”

Natsu shook his head, still refusing to meet her gaze.

Lucy lifted her other leg on his lap.

“Surely now?” she teased.

Natsu shook his head again. “You’re gonna have to try a lot harder than that.”

Grinning, Lucy accepted the challenge and hoisted her entire body onto Natsu so she was sitting on him; this made it almost impossible for Natsu to avoid eye contact now.

“Keep trying, Heartfilia.” Natsu said, smiling slightly.

Lucy’s eyes widened slightly, stunned Natsu was reacting so calmly considering she was basically straddling and seducing her best friend. Instead of letting it show, though, the blonde inched her face closer towards Natsu’s until she could feel his breath on her.

“Am I distracting you, Natsu?” Lucy whispered.

Natsu’s expression remained the same, his lips curling upwards into a small smirk. “Not yet.”

Lucy grew slightly irritated that Natsu wasn’t giving in easily, but in his defence he was merely making the game more fun especially on Lucy’s part. Her eyes stayed locked on Natsu’s as Lucy inched even closer so now their foreheads were touching. Figuring that wouldn’t do the trick, Lucy’s lips brushed Natsu’s nose ever so slightly.

Natsu flinched at the sudden touch, and Lucy smirked triumphantly.

“Is this distracting?”

“…No.” Natsu answered, though his voice shook, revealing to Lucy that she was winning.

“How about this?” Lucy barely whispered as her lips travelled to his cheek, planting a kiss there and slowly moving to his lips.

Her lips lingered centimetres from Natsu’s for quite some time, just so Lucy could wait to claim victory. Every now and then she would move her lips forward ever so slightly, then retract them again.

“How about now, Natsu?” Lucy’s breath was warm on his face. “Surely this is distracting?”

“Yes.”

That was the only word Natsu spoke before pressing his lips against Lucy’s. It came as a shock to the blonde, causing the pair to stumble back slightly, until she fell in to the kiss and closed her eyes. Natsu’s hands wrapped around Lucy’s hips, pulling her closer whilst her fingers entangled themselves in his pink locks.

Lucy had surprised herself. Never would she have thought that she had the capability to seduce someone, especially her best friend. She’d never really considered having feelings for Natsu, but any coherent thoughts had drifted far from her mind as the pair fell deeper into the kiss and each other.

Allowing a small moan to escape her lips, Lucy pushed herself further against Natsu’s body, pining for more. Her friend made no hesitation in pleasing the blonde, snaking his arms from the small of her back to up her shirt.

Eventually the pair retracted for air, breathing heavily as they stared into one another’s widened eyes. It appeared as a shock to both of them. Lucy never expected Natsu to kiss her. Natsu never expected to kiss Lucy, yet it all came so naturally.

“I-” Natsu began to speak, though not quite sure what he was about to say himself.

Luckily, however, Lucy didn’t allow him to finish as she quickly pressed her lips against his again, desperate for more.

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“What do you mean you haven’t completed the homework?” Natsu and Lucy’s teacher loomed down on them intimidatingly, awaiting an excuse.

“We’re really sorry, sir.” Lucy bowed her head down in shame. “I got…” she thought back to last night, “Sidetracked.”

The teacher sighed. “I would expect this from you, Natsu, but Lucy? What could you have possibly been doing that made you forget?”

Lucy’s cheeks tinted pink at the memories. “I-I don’t know, sir. I’m sorry.”

Natsu snorted at Lucy’s stuttering, earning himself a discreet shove from his friend.

“Well, regardless as to what you were up to, the homework is incomplete.” The teacher handed Natsu and Lucy each a sheet of paper. “The pair of you have detention after school today.”

“But I-” Lucy couldn’t finish the sentence, realising she had no way of defending herself.

Their teacher took off, leaving Lucy with her mouth hung open whilst Natsu made a failed attempt to stifle his laugh, thus earning another shove.

“Hey! What was that for?” Natsu stuck his bottom lip out.

“This is your fault. I wanted to do homework last night but you insisted on playing video games!”

“Woah! Video games were barely the half of what we did last night!” Natsu held his hands in front of himself in defence.

Thinking back to the seducing and kissing, Lucy hung her head low as her face heated up. Natsu let out an amused laugh, patting her shoulder.

“What can I say, Luce? I guess you are pretty distracting.” Natsu smirked.

Nancy Mulligan

Title: Nancy Mulligan

Word Count: 2606

Pairing: Steve x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol. Pure fluff

Authors Note: I am so in love with Ed’s album Divide, as I’m sure you all are too. This song never fails to make me grin and want to dance, and I can’t help but picture Steve being enraptured by some girl as she dances around to this. So viola, mes cheries. 

Listen to the song here

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Originally posted by littlemisssyreid


It wasn’t that Steve didn’t want to be there – because he did. Really. Despite Tony’s eye-rolling and Bucky’s incessant need to flirt with the single women within earshot. He was just bored. He had been to an insanely large number of parties and events within the past two weeks, and this was no different to any of the others. The alcohol was flowing, the band was loud and the people were bordering on obnoxious. With a small sigh, Steve swirled the whiskey in his glass before taking a large swig and finishing it all.

“There he is!” Bucky threw an arm around his best friend, a bottle held loosely in between his metal fingers. “What are you doing way over here, punk? We’re off duty, have some fun!”

“How much have you had to drink?” Steve shook Bucky’s arm away from him and frowned at the super soldier. “You’re drunk.”

“I’m not,” Bucky scoffed and rolled his eyes, his words clearly slurring. “I’m having a good time. Something you should be doing too.”

“I’m having fun.”

“Clearly.” Bucky obviously did not believe a word he said because he held his bottle out for Steve to take a sip. “Look, I know you don’t wanna talk about it, but you and Sharon called it quits weeks ago. It’s time to move on.” Steve took a swig from the drink and quickly pulled a face at the horrid taste it left in his mouth. “Some of the girls I’ve been talking to have asked about you. Do you want me to introduce you to one of them?”

“Nah, I’ll be alright,” Steve shook his head and risked another sip before handing the awful-tasting drink back to Bucky. “Thanks though. Jerk.”

“Punk.”

“Tell me you love me, boys,” Tony joined them, all but jumping into his seat as he proudly placed a bottle in the centre of their table.

“Tony, we’ve talked about this,” Bucky tried to keep a straight face. “You’re great and all, but I just don’t swing that way.”

“You’ll be changing your mind pretty fast when you see what I’ve got.” Tony turned the bottle around to show off the label, which read Property of Thor Odinson.

“He’ll kill you.”

“Is that going to stop you from having some?”

“Absolutely not,” Bucky scoffed and pulled the Asgardian liquor over before pouring himself a generous helping. “Stevie, do you –”

“Tony!” a feminine voice cut Bucky off. The three men all turned to look over at the woman approaching them, a wide smile on her face. Steve swore the world stopped spinning as he caught her eye. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, wearing a simple, yet elegant dress that looked a lot like something from the 40s.

“Y/N!” the billionaire stood up and tugged her into a tight hug. “You didn’t tell me you would be coming to this.” He pulled away to give her an accusing glare. “I thought you were still in London?”

“Well, you know me,” something akin to mischief sparkled in her eyes. “I’m never far from an open bar.” Her eyes slid over Bucky and Steve, and the latter could have sworn the half-smile she sent his way was unlike anything he had ever seen before. He didn’t know if it was aimed at him or his best friend, but god, did he hope it was for him. “Good to see you again, Sergeant Barnes.”

“Likewise, Agent L/N,” Bucky smiled and pulled her into a gentle hug. “Or are you Y/N Maas, now?” He looked down her left hand, and then once more when he noticed her bare left finger.

“It’s still L/N.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.”

“I’m not,” she shrugged casually and turned her head to look at Steve. “Captain America, I assume?”

“S-Steve,” the super soldier cringed slightly and cleared his throat. “Please, call me Steve, Agent L/N.”

“Y/N,” she corrected him with the same half-smile that that had disarmed him before. He doubted even his shield could protect him from the glint of mischief that seemed to sparkle in her eyes. Steve decided that the best defence was a good offence.

“Y/N,” he repeated, a crooked grin of his own appearing as he brought her hand up and pressed a kiss on her skin. He was shocked to say the least, if it were any other woman she’d be melting in his hands right about now, but instead, she shot him a brief wink and another one of those adorable, coy smiles. Steve was glad that she had her back to Tony and Bucky because that meant she missed the looks of surprise that flitted across their faces before the smug smiles appeared. The men invited her to sit with them, and it provided Steve with the perfect opportunity to stare at her, enraptured, as she told them a story about the latest mission she had been sent on.

I was twenty-four years old
When I met the woman I would call my own.
Twenty-two grandkids now growing old
In that house that your brother bought ya.

The band started to play a new song, and Steve wasn’t surprised to note that he didn’t recognise the tune the guitarist was plucking out. The last remaining couples cleared the dance floor, distaste evident on their face at the upbeat melody. A few children, clad in overly expensive outfits, ran forward, their laughs echoing over the music as they began to fool around in the large empty space. Steve couldn’t help but smile as he watched them and began to fondly remember how he had acted the same back in his day. He was a terrible dancer – and he still was – but spinning a pretty girl around was fun. Especially when they didn’t mind if he stood on their feet.

“Come and dance with me, Stark,” Y/N demanded as she got to her feet.

“Oh no, not after last time,” Tony shook his head with a laugh. “My poor feet won’t be able to keep up with you. Besides, I’ve drunk so much of this Asgardian ale, I honestly don’t know which realm I’m in!”

“Tony, I know you think that this stuff doesn’t affect you, and to be honest you’ve even surprised Thor, but if you drink much more it may kill you,” she shook her head at the man and tried to extract the bottle from his grip.

“Are you calling me an alcoholic? Because let me tell you!” he pointed at her wildly, his arm waving around to stay steady. She took advantage of his momentary distraction and slipped the drink out of his hands, before slyly handing the bottle over to Steve. “I am drinking half as much as I used to. Besides, you drink this stuff all the time, I mean you put it in your coffee, surely that makes you more of an alcoholic than me?”

“I don’t go to meetings,” she crossed her arms over her chest and frowned at Tony.

“What?”

“Alcoholics go to meetings, Stark. I’m a drunk. Besides, this stuff doesn’t have the same effect on me as it does you. Now, go and get a glass of water before you die.”

“I haven’t died yet! I’m starting to think I can’t be killed.”

“That’s the ale talking.”

“Really? That’s not what it said to me! Have you been saying things behind my back?” he glared at the bottle in front of Steve accusingly, which prompted the blond to let out a low chuckle. “Whatever,” Tony rubbed his face and tried to get to his feet unsteadily. “I’m gonna see if the drink has any more bar.” He just about managed to stand up before his legs gave out from under him and he fell back down into his chair. “As soon as I figure out where my legs went…”

“Boys?” she looked over at Bucky and Steve. They both looked up at her curiously, and in Bucky’s case, through alcohol-clouded eyes. “Do one of you want to dance?” Her eyes lingered on the blond for a second, something the brunet took note of, albeit slowly. Bucky drunkenly blinked at her for a moment, one eye after the other, before claiming he was too tired after spending half of the night on the floor. Steve could feel the butterflies building in his stomach as he knew what his best friend was about to suggest. He honestly couldn’t understand how he could go up against Hydra, the Chitauri and an army of evil robo-starks with relative confidence, but a single woman could shatter his nerves.

“What about Steve?” Buck mumbled, drunkenly gesturing towards his petrified friend, bottle in hand.

“Maybe later,” Steve replied, trying his best to sound like his usual, confident self.

“I’ll hold you to that, soldier,” she smiled at the men before turning and walking towards the dance floor. The children on the floor welcomed her with open arms, and she quickly kicked off her high heels to join them.

“What’s wrong with you?” Bucky’s hand met the back of Steve’s head. “Go and dance with her!”

“Leave it alone, Bucky.” It was clear from the stern, finality to his tone that Steve was not in the mood to listen to his friends chastise him, so the brunet dropped the subject and turned to strike up a conversation with Tony, who was currently watching the Captain through the corner of his eye. Steve took no notice, however, as his gaze was firmly fixed on the stunning woman whirling around to the music.

Steve was enraptured. Her hair had spilled out of its fancy up-do and flowed around her as she twirled around in style. Some of the present party-goers frowned at the sight, but the majority watched her intently, clearly as taken with her fluidity as Steve was. Tony and Bucky stood up to grab the former a drink, leaving Steve alone at the table to watch Y/N glide across the floor. Her movements were unplanned and uncoordinated, and she stumbled a few times as she span, but somehow, she still managed to move with the grace of a ballerina.

She must have caught Tony’s eye as he waited for his drinks by the bar because before Steve could blink, Y/N had grabbed Iron Man by the hand and dragged him out to dance with her. It was obvious that the disgruntled face that Tony had plastered on was an act because he easily kept up with her as they both danced around on the empty floor. His movements were sloppy in comparison to hers, but then again, Steve mused, he doubted that anyone moved as elegantly as she did, especially not with half a litre of Asgardian ale in their stomach.

The violin joined in with the music, sparking a new Irish flame to the music. Being sat so close to the dance floor, Steve could easily hear Y/N’s laugh of mirth as she threw her head back and began to spin herself in a circle. Tony, along with a few other people who were watching, began to clap their hand in time to the music or banged their fists against the tabletops. The stern, uptight façade on their faces was fading away the longer they watched Y/N dance across the floor with Tony and the children following her lead.

“You should go up there,” Bucky nudged Steve gently as he sat back down. He pushed a fresh glass of whiskey in front of Steve and rolled his eyes at the surprised expression on his friend’s face. “Come on, punk. It’s not every day you meet a dame like her. It’s not the 40s anymore – you’re Captain America – go and talk to her.”

“I’ll probably just step on her feet and embarrass myself,” Steve shook his head and sipped his drink.

“You think Tony hasn’t already?” Bucky chuckled and bumped his friend again. “Go. What’s the worst that could happen?”

“Everything, now that you’ve said that.”

“Get over there, punk,” Bucky insisted, as he all but pushed the blond out of his seat.

“Jerk.” Steve straightened up and nervously fiddled with his suit jacket, before shrugging it off and making his way over to the dance floor. He lingered on the edge of the floor with some others, not quite joining in as he began to hesitate. What if she didn’t want to dance with him? He didn’t have much time to think about it, because Tony had noticed him standing on the corner of the dance floor, and quickly excused himself with a red face as he stumbled over to Steve.

“Swap.” Tony gasped for breath and tumbled by him to sit down. Clearly, he didn’t have a choice in the matter, because Tony quickly shoved him forward, and into Y/N’s awaiting arms. She grinned up at him, and he could have sworn the whole world slowed to a stop as she took his hand in hers and placed a hand on his shoulder. She was patient with him, and didn’t complain as he faltered and stepped on her feet clumsily. He was sure his face went red as he stuttered out an apology, but she simply giggled spiralled around him before facing him once more.

He took a step back and stomped along to the music with everyone else. He was content just watching her as she tilted her head back, arms over her head as she clapped along and skillfully pivoted herself so that she was spinning around in circles. She didn’t seem to stumble or lose her balance once – or if she did, Steve didn’t notice. She was perfect to him, and when the song came to a stop and she eventually fell into his arms, he could help but laugh and hold her upright.

“Are you alright there, darling?”

“Fine,” she chuckled and pressed her forehead to his chest. “Just give me a second to stop the room from spinning.” The band started up again as the cheers died down, a slower song playing this time. He could see Bucky and Tony gesturing wildly to him over the top of her head, and once again, he was glad her back was to his teammates. He would need to talk to them about subtlety later, but in that moment, he tightened his hold around her and gently began to sway along to the music. Y/N didn’t seem to mind, and the second she was feeling alright, she wound her arms around Steve’s broad shoulders so that she could move back and forth alongside him.

Something tightened in his chest as she lowered her head to rest on his shoulder. Steve thought he knew love before, with Peggy and then with Sharon, but this felt different. It was stronger, more terrifying. He knew, even though he had just met her, that he would do anything she asked him to. He had only known her for an hour, but she had him wrapped around her little finger, and he wouldn’t have it any other way. Steve wanted to know her better, to see if he could take this further. He just hoped that she felt the same way.


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Robin’s Nest: Part 4

Prompt: Where the robin’s were Bruce’s and Batmom’s biological kids

Words: 1517

AN: This was edited by my wonderful team of beta’s who continue to plow through my stories.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3


You’ve never actually planned for a baby before, so you’re kind of surprised when it takes you around six months to get pregnant. It’s not a terribly long time when things are put into perspective, but you’re kind of just used to waking up and finding yourself pregnant.

          This pregnancy is a little bit different from the other two. You’re not sure if it’s just because it’s been three years since the last time, or if it truly is different. All you know is that you feel a lot more tired this time round. Bruce does his best to take over a lot of your duties at home. He starts taking care of bath time, and story time, and even play time, and you can’t help but feel a little bit like a bad mother; as though you’re abandoning the two children you already have. Bruce assures you that isn’t the case.

          Of course, you’re much more hormonal this time round, and you have a total melt down. He takes it all in calmly before just picking you up and holding you. He places a hand on your slight little bump, and jokingly tells you that this little girl is going to be a handful. He seems so certain that it’s going to be a girl, something tells you otherwise.

          Dick is excited about the prospect of another younger sibling. As far as he’s concerned Jason is a great playmate, and tons of fun, which means another brother means that much more fun. Jason is on the other end of the spectrum. Just like with Dick, you tote out the life like baby doll, he takes one look at it before taking it and throwing it down on the floor. Before you can correct him, Dick is there, showing Jason how to hold the baby and love it.

          At the sight of his big brother being loving towards the baby doll, Jason seems more interested. You and Bruce just shrug, and maybe, kind of, sort of leave the issue with your four-year-old son. Over the next several days you see Dick teaching Jason everything he knows about babies, and it just warms your heart so much, and then you’re crying again.

          One again Bruce sweeps in and gets you out of the room before the boys can see. Even in your very hormonal state you know that a mommy’s tears would worry her children.

          When the baby starts moving, you find out that it takes after Bruce and is indeed nocturnal. The only time he seems to move is during the night. It’s safe to say that you’re not getting much sleep and naps have to become a regular part of your routine. When your boys go down for a nap, so do you.

          The baby ends up coming two weeks late. By that time, you’ve tried almost every trick in the book to induce labor, including a lot of “alone time” with Bruce. Your water finally breaks during a Saturday morning breakfast. Bruce just simply grabs the go bag, and with kisses and hugs to your children, you’re off.

          Your labor only lasts six hours, a big time difference from Dick and Jason. Timothy Harrison Wayne comes into the world rather quiet. He doesn’t cry straight away like his brothers did, but he’s healthy. He’s longer than his brothers were, and kind of skinny, he has that trademark dark hair that all of your sons seem to have.

          The hospital keeps you overnight before sending you home. Because of this Alfred never brings the boys up, which is a good thing considering the paparazzi seem to get crazier with each baby. You know the reason behind it of course, they never get unplanned shots of your boys. The only photos released of your children are planned ones. Typically, there’s one following a birthday, or a major Wayne Foundation event.

          Either way, this craziness is the norm, and Bruce just holds you a bit tighter as he and the police escort you to the car. The boys are jumping when you get home, both excited to see their new brother. Because you’re still a bit sore, Bruce takes care of introductions. He sits the boys down and gives them each a chance to hold him.

          Tim seems fine in Dick’s arms, still fast asleep, but when he reaches Jason’s arms he wakes up and begins screaming. Jason winces before demanding you return him to the hospital. When you tell him that’s not an option, he runs off. You take Tim while Bruce goes after Jason. Dick just sits there and stares at his new brother before informing you “I like him mommy, he looks smart.”

          You just smile and kiss Dick’s head, before continuing your efforts of quieting Tim. The next several months are stressful to say the least. With three kids you’re very much outnumbered, and there’s the little fact that Tim not only has colic, but doesn’t want to sleep during the night.

          It’s while Alfred is gone that you and Bruce have your first real fight. Both you and Bruce are sleep deprived, and more than a little cranky. So it shouldn’t be a very big surprise when the blow up happens. He has to head out as the Batman and you want him to stay. You both need sleep, Tim is still crying, and Dick and Jason still aren’t in bed despite it being past their bedtime.

          “Y/N, the Joker escaped he’s causing havoc.”

          Your teeth grind together as you continue to bounce Tim “If you haven’t noticed Bruce our family is in the middle of havoc. Neither of us have slept in more than forty-eight hours.”

          “I have a duty …”

          You stop him before he can finish, “To your family, Bruce. Your duty is to me and your children. Gotham comes second.”

          He takes a deep breath “People are dying Y/N, please try to understand.”

          The anger finally explodes. “Understand what Bruce? Understand that you’re about to get yourself killed. You’re not at the top of your game, you’re tired and stressed, and I refuse to become a widow. If you go out tonight, the boys and I won’t be here when you get back.”

          He looks at you shocked for a moment, then you realize what you’ve said and the tears come. He moves forward to hold you and you let him, while blubbering out an apology. He’s been so great ever since you found out about the pregnancy. Bruce has stepped up taking on so many of your responsibilities, and doing his best to manage family, work, and after hours’ activities. He’s just as sleep deprived as you are, but he never lets it show. You tell him as much, and he just laughs.

          “Trust me, I am just as tired as you are but . . “

          You straighten up a bit and he wipes the tears from your eyes, as you finish his sentence “But people need the Batman. Gotham needs the Batman. I know. Go. And please be safe.”

          He stares at you with love in his eyes and asks, “Are you sure? Because if it’s between the suit and my family, I pick my family every time.”

          You smile “And that means the world to me Bruce now go put the crazy clown back in the asylum. I’ll figure something out.” He nods and turns to leave and you stop him with one more phrase “And Bruce, the boys and I will be here when you get back. Always. For better or for worse.”

          Bruce just smiles, gives you a wink and disappears out the bedroom door. It’s in that moment that you realize Tim has not only stopped crying, but has fallen asleep. Doing your very best to stay quiet you lie him in his bassinet and go put your other two monkeys to bed.

          You wait up for Bruce, despite being exhausted. He comes in a little bruised and battered, but other than that he’s okay. You move to him, pulling him into the shower. Together you wash off the gunk of the day before going to bed. Despite the exhaustion, or perhaps in spite of it, you feel the need to be intimately close to one another. It’s the first time since Tim’s been born that it’s happened, and when you’re done you feel a little sore but otherwise amazing.

          You and Bruce snuggle together, and you sleep through the night. That’s also the night Tim sleeps through the night for the first time in the eight months since you’ve brought him home. The next day things seem to fall into place. Tim’s colic seems to be gone, and he turns into one of the happiest babies you’ve ever seen. Dick and Jason seem to be happier as well, although Jason still wants to return him on occasion.

          Eventually, things fall back into a routine. You and Bruce make sure to spend more time together, going as far as to designate a date night. Your life is complete chaos, but you love it.  

Arrow’s storytelling problems

I was originally going to tack this onto a response to an excellent piece by @eilowyn1 but it became SUPER long and I didn’t want to hijack her post. (But you should definitely read her thoughts, as my post is still in direct response to it. It’s also just a great read from the perspective of an aspiring screen writer). 

Now, I’ve never had ambitions to be a screenwriter but the process of constructing a story fascinates me, and I’ve had a lot of thoughts about Arrow’s narrative issues for a while now. I guess today was the day to let them out.

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Sapphire (II)

Author: defholiq, Admin Shanna

Pairing: You / Jaebum

Rating: PG

Word Count: 2,525

Summary:  You’re the owner of a jewelry store. Prone to working late, staying overnight and not worrying about your safety. Until one night you’re robbed.

Originally posted by jaesbum

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The First Time With Jeon Jungkook

Originally posted by bottomkookie

Genre: romance/fluff/love
Pairing: Jungkook/You
Length: 5398 words
Summary: This a series based on all of your first times with Jungkook from your childhood till when you both reach adult hood.

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PART 1

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The first time he got kissed on the cheek

It was a new year and school started once again. Everyone was excited of going back to school. You may have played the entire summer with Jimin and Taehyung, but you were excited to get back to school. You’ve had many sleepovers and outings with the two boys meanwhile Jungkook wasn’t able to join you because of his trip in The U.S .His parents were business travelers so they had to go around the world quite frequently which caused you guys to be separated for the entire summer. You didn’t complain and played with Jimin and Taehyung, but you still missed the boy so badly.

Taehyung always tried his best to fill your best friend’s spot but it was no use, because no one could replace Jungkook in your heart. You missed playing with his hair and dressing him up with your girly clothes. You missed playing tag and holding hands while walking in the attraction park. You may have have been only 9 years old but Jungkook was your crime partner and your best ally. You still had lots of fun with Jimin and Taehyung, but every time you’d play or do something, it’d remind you momentarily of Jungkook who was far away from you. The boy sent you a few letters with his adventures and he always made sure he mentioned how much he missed you and the boys.

This time you were going to finally see him after 3 months because school was back and you were so excited. You invited Taehyung and Jimin over so that they can help you pick out your outfit for the first day of school. The boys were still boys and fashion was still far away in their brains.

Jimin playing a game on his nintendo console meanwhile Taehyung who was laying on your bed playing with all of your plushies. He was casually giving out tea to the dolls as talking to them as if they were his friends. He especially took a liking to Sailor Moon the blonde doll who was supposedly his girlfriend. It was a usual thing for him to get attached to inanimate objects

“There’s no more tea” Taehyung would pout as he’d reverse the teapot upside down to show there’s no tea left

“Tae, please.” Jimin would sigh before adding “There’s no tea in that teapot.”

“Stop breaking my dreams” Taehyung would hug the plushie tight in his arms

“Isn’t that Y/N’s Doll?” Jimin points at the sailor moon doll

“Don’t talk to my girlfriend Sailor moon” Taehyung holds the doll defensively

“Dude, you need to stop playing with dolls and plushies. We turned nine and Sailor moon is not your girlfriend” Jimin rolls his eyes

“Yes she is”

“No she’s not!!”

You suddenly got back to the room with your orange juice in a hand while you had a package in your other little arm. You were quite surprised to see Taehyung and Jimin arguing while you were away. Jimin doesn’t waste time to pause his game and go get the package from your arms. Even if he was a nine year old boy, he knew how to be a little gentlemen.His little gestures never failed to bring you a smile and a little sense of melancholy within you. His actions were getting similar to Jungkook’s. If Jungkook was there he’d actually try taking the box and the juice from your arms, because that’s how much he was concerned about you. You could say that Taehyung and Jimin did a great job at filling the empty spot of Jungkook in his absence but you’d still miss him dearly.

“I got this” Jimin grabs the box from you

“Thanks, chimchim” You smile before asking “But,What’s going on guys? I heard you fighting” you ask as you push the door

“ It’s just Taehyung who’s freaking out about your Sailor Moon doll” Jimin rolls his eyes “ I told him that we’re getting too old to play with these kinds of toys”

“Jungkook loved that doll too” You’d suddenly pout “I miss jungkook”

“Jungkook is not dead Y/N. He’s just in another country “Jimin ruffles your hair

“But still…” you feel the tears reaching up your eyes

“kookie said he’ll be back for school right?” Taehyung shots up from bed “Y/N, don’t be sad.We’ll reunite in three days” he pats your shoulder

“It would’ve been so much more fun if he was there for the summer” You play with your fingers

“Why do I feel offended now” Jimin pouts “My heart aches for some reason…”

“Face it, Jimin-ah. We can’t replace the spot of her best friend” Taehyung sighed “Y/N, come here” he opens his arms

You sniff and wipe off your salty tears before getting in Taehyung’s tiny embrace. Taehyung would play with your hair as you’d hug him back tightly. The boy knew his ways to comfort you. He may have been the most childish out of the three boys, but he was the one who knew how to bring back a smile onto anyone’s face. Taehyung didn’t like to see his friends in tears and he’d do whatever it’d take to wipe off the tears on your face.

“Wooahhh…Y/N!!!” Taehyung suddenly exclaims “Did you change your shampoo?! It smells like strawberries!!!”

“Yeah, my mom changed it up” You chuckle as you separate yourself from his hug

“I need to get the same shampoo!!” Taehyung jumps on his toes

“Of course he’d say something like that” jimin replies “Stop sniffing Y/N and playing with her dolls.”

“Why would I do that?! I have the right to do whatever I want!” Taehyung argues

“Why do you constantly copy Y/N!!!? You always ask to get the same thing as her whenever we order food. You always ask her where she buy her toys and now you even want the same shampoo” Jimin replies

“Don’t be harsh on Taetae” you touch jimin’s shoulder “He just happens to like the same things as me. It’s okay!! Do you want to me to share with you too?” you ask jimin

“Forget it” Jimin rolls his eyes

“Are you jealous or something?” Taehyung pulls his tongue out

“So what if I am?! You never play with me!!!Ever since Jungkook left for the states, you only have eyes for Y/N!!”

“Y-You wanted to play with me? “ Taehyung would blink

“WHY ARE YOU SO DUMB” Jimin would sigh “YES I WANTED TO PLAY WITH YOU. It’s been a while since we played fight. Playing with Y/N is cool, but I miss playing just with the boys!I miss playing with you and jungkook…”

It has been indeed a while since the boys got quality time together. Whenever they met up, you were there and they didn’t want to sound too aggressive by playing fight when you were with them. They knew that you were still broken over how Jungkook left for the summer and they wanted to treat you with delicacy for the time being,which resulted with Taehyung giving a 100% of his attention to you and not to jimin. They knew you were fragile and on the verge of tears every time jungkook was mentioned in a sentence.

“Oh…so that was the problem” your eyes rounded “I’m sorry if you felt that way, Chimchim” You pat his shoulder “I just happen to be a cry baby, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to take Taehyung away from you”

“Don’t blame yourself Y/N” Jimin holds onto your hand “This is not your fault”

“But you were so mean with me” Taehyung pouts

“That’s because you’re my friend” Jimin would comment awkwardly

“Group hug!” you open your arms

You hug both of them while ruffling their silky hair.

“Now that the fight is solved. Can you guys help me pick out an outfit for the first day of school?” You said with excitement in your eyes

That’s how you were now digging through the package that had all the clothing items you bought with your mother a few days before.You didn’t seem satisfied at all for some reason.You wanted to look memorable for that day.Jungkook was going to be there and it was going to be your first day of school too.

“ Do you like Sailor Moon that much?” Jimin chuckles as he stares at Taehyung who’s hugging firmly the blonde doll

“You guys may not know it, but Jungkook has a secret crush on Sailormoon” you giggled

“Really?! Taetae, Jungkook would kill you if he was there. Sailormoon is his girlfriend not yours” Jimin remarks “You know how possessive he gets with the things he likes”

“I had a date with her already so she’s mine!!”Taehyung retorts “Jungkook never put dabs on her, so I took her”

“But she’s sixteen! How can you expect to date a girl that is sixteen when you’re nine years old?” Jimin tilted his head to the side

“Just wait till she come out of the tv” Taehyung nods

“She can’t come out of tv Taehyung-ah. She’s a fictional character.” Jimin pokes Taehyung

“She’s so pretty though” Taehyung smiles like a fool

After digging through your clothes you find this one pink dress that looked quite cute.

“What do you think of this pink dress?” You ask Taehyung

“Hmmm…Don’t you have something shinier?” Taehyung blinks “With lots of glitter!”

“I don’t think so” you reply while digging through your closet

“This guy just likes glitters, don’t pay attention to him.” Jimin sighs “Why would you want to wear a dress though? I always wear pants and it’s comfortable.”

“I want to look special! It’s the first day of school!” You reply

“Pants won’t make you special?” Jimin tilts his head to the side

“I don’t feel like wearing pants” you frown

“Sorry, I’m just not familiar with the whole skirt and dresses thing!” Jimin scratches the back of his head “I like skirts and dresses too though! I just thought that girls would wear them for special occasions”

“I just want to look special” you comment

“ I want to look special too though…” Taehyung comments

“We’re still kids, you don’t need to worry about these kind of things” Jimin nudged you

“I still want to look pretty” You argue

“YEAH. LET HER BE. SHE WANTS TO LOOK PRETTY!” Taehyung takes your side

“Oh …I think I get it” Jimin gives you a sneaky glance “Is it because Jungkook is going to show up that day?”

“I-I…n-no!” you stutter and shake your head in denial

“It’s a hundred percent for him” Jimin chuckles “Why would you dress up for Jungkook though?” He blinks “Do you like him or something?”

Jimin was getting sneakier as he grew up and that part of him was making you slightly embarrassed and enraged for some reason. He knew how to get on your nerves and pick a fight.You liked jungkook and that was a fact. He was your closest friend. What was there to not like about him?! He was charming with a breathtaking smile and gorgeous hair. He was a boy that prioritized you over his other friends. A boy that treated you like a rose and not like another guy friend.

“NOOO!!!!” You shout as you feel your cheeks heat up

“Then why do you want to dress up?”

“She likes dressing up! What’s so wrong about that?!” Taehyung takes your side

“It’s the first day of school and Jungkook is coming back from his long trip! I just asked for help to pick an outfit! Why are you always digging through weird stuff?” You frown at jimin

“I don’t know, but my mom told me that girls like to dress up to impress the guy they like” Jimin giggles

“That’s NOT TRUE” you reply

“Are you saying that you don’t like jungkook?” Taehyung blinks innocently “Jungkook would feel so sad and disappointed if he heard this” Taehyung pouts

“Jungkook is my best friend. Of course I like him” you stare back at Taehyung

“Then you like him.”Jimin concludes “Okay then that’s all good. I got the information I needed “he smirks

You felt like hitting Jimin for some reason but you chose to shrug it off for the sake of Jungkook. After all, the boy was coming back in three days and you were so excited. It was a very fun after noon where you got to pick an outfit and have a cool sleepover with Taehyung and Jimin.As you went to bed you couldn’t help but feel like you weren’t going to be able to sleep.You were so excited to see Jungkook again that you wouldn’t wait for the day you’d meet him again.

The day

It was finally the day you waited for the entire summer. Jungkook just got off the plane the day before at night and he was now going to meet you up at school. Little Jungkook who was still jet lagged and couldn’t walk in a straight line. The boy was tired but knowing that he’ll be able to see you was enough for him to feel energized.

“You need to sleep more jungkook-ah” his mom would try putting him to sleep

“I’ll really get to see Y/N, tomorrow?” He’d ask for the hundredth time

“I already said yes” His mother would sigh before ruffling his hair “You must really like her a lot. You talked about her the entire summer”

“She’s my first friend” Jungkook replies shyly

“Oh really? I thought Taehyungie was your first friend” his mom smiles softly

“Y/N is the first girl I became friends with, so she’s special” Jungkook grins

“Then she must have a really special place in your heart, huh?” His mother taps his nose

“Yes she does” Jungkook nods

It may have seemed like you’re the only one who missed him for the entire summer, but it was definitely not true. You had Taehyung and Jimin by your side, but for Jungkook it was another story. He was all alone and he couldn’t even understand English which made it ten times worse. He may have spent more time with his parents, but he would pout whenever they’d reach a fun place. He wanted to show you all of these amazing places, but he was so powerless. What could a nine year old boy do?

The night went by quickly and it was finally morning. You could say that he dressed his best for that first day of school. He was going to impress many girls and break many little hearts with that attire he got from the U.S. Jungkook was now back from Boston and he learned a few little words in English. His skin was slightly tanned and his black hair was still silkier than ever. He stayed the same and his bunny teeth were still there. He didn’t change, he was still your best friend.

Jungkook’s mom dropped him off at the gates and the boy sighed while drinking on apple juice. He may have been wearing pricey clothing items as he went to many events the entire summer but he still missed his friends. He kicked the ground with his little nike sports shoes while pressing his back on the bricked wall. He adjusted his Yankees baseball jacket while ruffling his hair a few times. Jungkook was indeed lonely and his behavior was showing how much he yearn for a friend to give him a hug.

“JUNGKOOK-AH!!!!”  Your little voice shouted

It wasn’t long before jungkook’s smile that disappeared for the entire summer was finally back on his face. He could recognize you right away from the ruffles of that pink dress you loved so much. Jimin and Taehyung were both on each side of you walking to him meanwhile you were running to Jungkook. His apple juice was now dropped on the ground and he was running to your direction too.

“I missed you SO SO SO MUCH!!!” you sling your slim arms around his little neck

Jungkook smells like vanilla for some reason and you can recognize his non-usual scent.He changed up his shampoo and even his clothing style. Even if the boy was physically different, he still looked like your best friend and you were thankful that he stayed the same

“Y/N!!! I MISSED YOU EVEN MORE” Jungkook pulled you in his little embrace and got all confused to notice how you didn’t fit that well in his embrace anymore.

Wait, there’s something different about her, Jungkook would ponder in his head

“One second “He’d pull away from you to stare at you for two seconds and analyze what was this situation

“W-What’s wrong?” you panic momentarily for two seconds

What if he didn’t like you anymore? What he was going to push you away? What if he found a better friend in the states? It was a mental break down for you and you could feel that little panic arise through you.

“ It’s just that…something changed “ He stares at you from head to toe before coming to the realization “Whoa, you actually got taller” He’d blink at you

“Oh god. I thought you were going to tell me you didn’t want to be my friend or something “You held on your chest

“Do I seem that much like a jerk?” Jungkook nudged you “I’d never do that…but I can’t get it. You grew so tall. You reached me now” he’d compare his height to yours

“Yeah, I’ve been told many times” You giggle “My mom said I grew 2 inches taller”

A lot happened in the summer, such as you growing a few inches taller and reaching up jungkook’s height quite fastly. The boy was in awe at how you grew up so fastly during the summer, but he still was stuck with the same height. Meanwhile Jimin was struggling to grow taller and Taehyung didn’t even understand what was that fuss about getting taller.

“I wish I could grow taller too” Jungkook kicks the ground with a slight pout

“My mom said that girls usually grow taller before boys” you reply

“Is that so?” Jungkook plays with his hair “When will it be my turn…” he’d sigh

“Don’t make that face jungkook! Do you know how much I missed you?!!” you grab his hand in yours and Jungkook feels flustered for some reason

“O-Oh, I missed you too” jungkook would suddenly turn shy

“Let me cry a river now” Jimin wiped off his fake tears

“I missed jungkook too” Taehyung comments before tears reach up his eyes

“It’s only been three months. Come on Tae, be a man!” jimin nudges Taehyung’s shoulder

“Jungkook-ah” Taehyung opened his arms to welcome jungkook

“TaeTae” Jungkook smiled as he hugged Taehyung back “Everything was cool while I was away?”

“Tell me about it. Y/N was a mess” Taehyung whispers to jungkook

“Y/N was a mess?” Jungkook’s eyes rounded as he turned to look at you

“TAEHYUNG that’s so rude” You frown at taehyung  in embarrassment

“She’d talk about you every day. Promise me you won’t fly away next summer, cause’ I need some mental support too” Taehyung fakes a sob

“Why are you saying that!” you hit taehyung’s arm as you furrow your brows

“Really?” Jungkook chuckles before nudging you with a playful smile “I actually did the same” he’d feel heat creep up his cheeks “I missed her more than what I thought…”

“Jungkook understands” you smile as you grab his hand once again “Please don’t ever go away, It felt lonely without you” you pout at jungkook

“To that extent?” Jungkook chuckles before putting his tiny arm around your shoulder

“I feel very offended now” Jimin glares at you “I thought we were your friends too”

“I’m sorry for making you feel that way” you bite on your bottom lip

“Come on Jimin, don’t be like that. You know that her best friend is jungkook” Taehyung nudges jimin “We can’t take his place”

“Are you guys okay?” Jungkook furrow his brows at this awkward tension between jimin and Taehyung

“I was just kidding ! Take a joke!” jimin chuckles

“Taehyung and Jimin only fought the entire summer” You sighed

“Why would you tell him such a useless detail?” Jimin frowned “Plus, I didn’t even got to welcome back jungkook.”

“That’s because you keep on wanting to be cool. You said that cool guys don’t hug each other” Taehyung mimicked Jimin and you laughed

“I’ll show you how to welcome back a friend while staying cool “Jimin bragged before coming up to jungkook “What’s up bro” Jimin bro fisted jungkook

“Jimin-ah” Jungkook grins “It’s been a while! You became a little chubby around the cheeks” Jungkook giggles before pulling on jimin’s cheeks

“I’ve been eating and drinking lots of milk! You see, I want to grow tall” Jimin replies proudly

“ I’ve been trying to do that too, but it just doesn’t seem to work” Jungkook pouts

“Tell me about it, Y/N what do you eat to grow so fastly?!” Jimin kicks the ground

“You’ll tell me right?” Jungkook whisper in your ears as you chuckle  “Forget about jimin and tell me!!”

“RUDE” Jimin scoffs “Y/N will tell me first!” jimin pulls your arm “I may love you jungkook-ah, but I was the one who played with Y/N for the entire summer”

“No way, Y/N is my best friend.” Jungkook frowns “I’m keeping her.”

“No need to fight. She already gave me the secret” Taehyung replies in a very Zen tone

“You told him?” Jungkook feels a little disappointed to know that you already shared a secret with Taehyung

“Come Taetae, Tell them” you nudge Taehyung

“She said something about eating vegetables” Taehyung sighs “I hate vegetables though…”

“ Come TaeTae, don’t be picky” you ruffle his hair

After getting in class for a few hours it was finally lunch and you had planned to eat with your friends at that little picnic table.You made sure to not leave jungkook’s sight for even a second.The boy would have to ask you to let him go so that he does his business in the bathroom. That’s how much you missed him and you were going to make sure he spends the entire day with you no matter what.

“Did you learn any  english words while going to the states, jungkook?” You ask jungkook as you both sit on the table

“True, you must have learned a few words didn’t you?” Jimin nods while staring at his friend

“ Ugh…yeah” Jungkook replies awkwardly

“ I know this face a bit too well. It means he did not learn anything” Taehyung giggles

“No! I did learn some…some words” Jungkook scratches the back of his head in embarssament

“Like what?” Jimin blinks

Pardon” Jungkook would suddenly say

Pardon? What is that?” You chuckle “It sounds kind of funny!”

“It means sorry” Jimin comments “You definitely need more English training, my friend” jimin pats jungkook’s shoulder

“Ugh, leave me alone. I left for vacation not for school” Jungkook would pout

“It’s okay jungkook-ah, we’re all black holes when it comes to speak English anyways” Taehyung laughs

“What did you guys do during the time I was away though?” Jungkook asked

“We played tag and we tried teaching Y/N how to swim but…”Jimin would sigh “ Y/N does not want to get in the water”

“Why?” Jungkook would blink at you

“She’s afraid of water or something! I swear she refuses to get deeper and learn to swim. She’s freaking out whenever the water reaches her knees” jimin comments

“Oh, If I’d knew, I would’ve helped you out… but I wasn’t even there” Jungkook pouts

“No need Jungkook-ah! I don’t need to know how to swim” you play with his hair

“ She said you’d be there for her forever” Taehyung giggles and you feel your cheeks blush

“Oh really?” jungkook raises a brow

“Will you be there for me forever jungkook-ah?” Taehyung puckered his lips

“I think you can take care of your own self” Jungkook cringes his face at taehyung

“Unfair treatement” Taehyung pouts “PLEASE LOVE ME”

“In your dreams” jungkook laughs “what else did you guys do?”

“Well, I also got a new girlfriend” Taehyung adds

“A new Girlfriend?” Jungkook’s eyes rounded

“He stole Sailor Moon away from you Jungkook.” Jimin suddenly commented

“HEY! I LIKED SAILOR MOON BEFORE YOU!” jungkook frowns at Taehyung

“I just thought she was beautiful. Why can’t I like her too? I even had a date with her” Taehyung brags

“I’m not fighting over a girl” Jungkook sighs in defeat “You can take her, I’ll find a real girlfriend when I grow up”

“You said it! Sailor moon is mine then!!” Taehyung replies

“Yeah you can take her. She’s an anime character” Jungkook smirks

“Sailor Moon is still pretty gorgeous. Will we find girls like her when we grow up?” Jimin asks

“OF course!” You smiled at Jimin “I can tell that you’ll find a beautiful wife Jimin-ah”

“I’ve been searching for a wife since kindergarten. Why are they so hard to get?” jimin pouts

“We are kids Jimin-ah, think about finding a wife later please” Jungkook sighs “can’t we just play tag instead? I hate kisses and lovey dovey things” he cringes his face

“They always say that, but he’ll eventually be the first to get kissed in the end” Jimin giggles

You opened your lunch box and the boys did the same .You laughed the second you saw Taehyung cringing his face at the contents of his lunch box.

“Guys, my mom only packed me vegetables for lunch” Taehyung sighs “I hate carrots!”

“Give them to Jungkook, I’m sure he should love them.” Jimin relpies

“Why me?! I don’t like it either!” jungkook pouts

“I thought bunnies ate carrots though, why are you an exception to the rule?” Jimin taps on his chin

“Probably because I’m not an actual bunny” Jungkook rolls his eyes

“You can give them to me” You pat Taehyung’s arm “I like carrots. Do you want to share lunch with me then?” you offer

“Do you have anything like banana milk or something?” Taehyung asks

“I have banana yogurt” You reply

“For sure, I’d take that” Taehyung smiles

You’d eat lunch and it wasn’t long before you felt a little hand creep up your braid and you jumped in fright. You turn around to look at jungkook who was trying to touch your hair god only knows why.

“Y-You scared me!” you put a hand over your heart

“Can I touch your hair?” Jungkook would look at your hair in fascination

“Why?” you ask

“It just looks different and I wonder how it must feel like” he blinks

“My mom braided my hair this morning” You smile

“Exactly, I never saw this in my entire life” Jungkook comments “You call this a braid?”

“You’re so silly Jungkookie” you chuckle

“That’s because he avoids girls way too much” Jimin shows up

“I don’t avoid girls!” Jungkook frowns

“Oh please, Kookie. You really need to start playing with the other girls! They won’t bite you! In fact they’re all nice” Jimin nods

“Just leave him alone” You reply to jimin

“Is Jungkook aware that you like him?” Jimin suddenly spits out

“Yah, why would you bring such a weird topic while I’m enjoying my banana yogurt!” Taehyung nudges jimin “Let them be and let me eat my food in peace”

“ Y-Y/N likes me?” Jungkook blinks at this random information

He knew that you were very straightforward with the things you liked from the moment you hugged him in kindergarten and told him you loved him. It was probably just the way you were and he didn’t had to feel that concerned, but he couldn’t help but feel shy for some reason.

“Of course she does. I like you too jungkook-ah” Taehyung eats a spoonful of his yogurt

“Not that kind of like” Jimin rolls his eyes “You know, she likes you”

“Stop saying weird things Park Jimin. Seriously, why are you like this?” you hit his arm

“ I’m just stating what I heard from her a few days ago” Jimin lifts his hand in defense “ It’s up to you to define what liking you means”

“I like him because he’s my best friend!” you reply in defense

“I like her too though. Why would this be a problem?” Jungkook raises a brow

“I don’t know, you guys deal with yourselves. I’m just saying” Jimin keeps on eating his lunch

Jungkook chooses to ignore his friend and focus on you instead. Something caught your attention for now and it was jungkook’s attire. He was dressed differently and his clothes looked more amazing than the usual. You were fascinated by the leather on his jacket as you run your tiny fingers over the fabric.

“What is this? It’s so cool” You pat the fabric

“Do you like it?” Jungkook gives you a little smug look

“Whoa look at him bragging in front of us” jimin would gossip to taehyung

“Let him be, he can brag all he wants. He still had to travel the entire summer, while we played tag for three months” Taehyung sighs “why are my parents so poor?”

“Whoa!! I really love your new jacket!” you reply

“My mom bought it for me when we were in Boston” he grins shyly “I actually brought a present for you.” Jungkook smiles

“For me?!” you exclaim

“Of course he did” Jimin sighed

“Why are you acting like a jealous girlfriend jimin, get over yourself” Taehyung chuckles

Jimin was at that age where he wanted people to pay him more attention and the fact that jungkook just came back from a trip and took all the attention made him feel like he was left out. It was an unavoidable behavior that kids of his age would have. Jungkook and Taehyung would be bond to go through this too, but for now, it was only Jimin who was struggling and wanting all the attention.

Jungkook on his side unzipped his new backpack and took out a little pink box.Your eyes got sparkly at the sight of that little box. You knew that Jungkook never forgot about you and he even brought you a gift before coming back from his trip.If truth was to be said, the boy thought about what to give you for the entire summer and he finally figured it out 2 days before coming back. He wanted this gift to be meaningful for both of you.He wanted to give you a gift that you’d remember even after you both grow up and turn into adults.

“It’s really for me?” you blink in awe at the pink little box

“Yes, it’s just for you” Jungkook hands it to you before that blush crept up his cheeks “I don’t know if you’ll like it or not though…”

You didn’t waste time and opened the little box. Your lips curved into a smile as you saw what was inside the tiny box. It was a pink Bowtie and jungkook still remembered that you loved bows so much. You were so happy at the sight of that glittering hair accessory meanwhile jungkook was getting more embarrassed as the seconds passed by.

“ I thought that since you lent me your hair clip when we were five, I should give you something in return…” he’d ruffle his hair very awkwardly

“Thank you so much Jungkook-ah!” You reply “I’ll cherish it forever” you hugged the bowtie on your chest

“I’m happy you like it” Jungkook blushes

“I love you so much, jungkook-ah! You’re the best friend ever!!” you sling your tiny arms around his neck and press your child lips on his rosy baby cheek

Jungkook is under a mental shock he cannot seem to find himself moving from the position he’s in. He just got kissed on the cheek by a girl and this girl happened to be you. Jungkook the boy who despised kisses and things that involved his cheeks was now blushing and embarrassed while holding onto his cheek. It was his first kiss on the cheek and he was going to remember it for the rest of his life. He was going to remember that it was you who gave it to him. The first girl that gave him a kiss. His one and only Best Friend.He was going to remember that moment even in the after life,because that was how important you were for him.

TO BE CONTINUED…

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Flowers And Friends

Fandom - The Mortal Instruments

Characters - Magnus, Catarina, Ragnor, Alec

Summary - Magnus has had his first fight with Alec; he’s unhappy. Catarina and Ragnor take it upon themselves to cheer their old friend up.

Words - 1071

Magnus was devastated. He’d fought with Alec for the first time. He never wanted to do it again. Magnus had never felt the feeling of guilt this badly before; fighting with Camille and the others had been nothing like this. This was torture.

“Magnus?” Catarina said, staring at her friend. He looked heartbroken. He was sat next to her, head in his hands, hair flopping over his face. She couldn’t see, but she was sure he was trying not to cry.

“I don’t like fighting with him.”

“I know.”

“Magnus, it’s only natural to fight with him,” Ragnor reasoned from behind them; he too had come to cheer up his friend. “You’ve only been with him for a short time, and you’re very different people.”

“Still.”

Catarina sighed. “Magnus, we came here to cheer you up and you’re just ignoring everything we say.”

“Well, you’re not helping.”

“We’re TRYING, Magnus.”

“Very trying.”

Ragnor and Catarina gave simultaneous eye rolls. “Hilarious.”

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PLL 7x16 The Glove That Rocks The Cradle - Thoughts

- Overall, this was one of the weaker episodes of the season. Still incomparable to the atrocious season 6, but still, I wasn’t overly impressed. 

- I don’t like that they revealed that Lucas didn’t know Charles was Charlotte. I thought it was a great plot twist that Lucas was (supposedly) visiting CeCe in Radley back in season 3, when he said “I have a lot of crazy friends” after having just come out of the front door of Radley. But, actually, if Lucas never was visiting CeCe, that fits in well with my theory that CeCe never went back to Radley after her transition. So, the fact that Lucas was never visiting her in Radley could be because, well, she never was there. She lied in 610.

- Still, PLL is really bad at delivering good motives. I guess it just adds another layer to Charlotte’s motive for being A, which is cool, but just because Lucas was emailing Charlotte about what a bitch Ali was in high school, that doesn’t mean you can go throw a car into Ali’s friend’s living room. My friends badmouth other people all the time to me. I don’t take matters into my own hands, let alone play life threatening games with them just because my friend hates them.

- The writing this episode was very good. I enjoyed the snappy one liners such as “wait until I’ve asked the question”.

- I LOVED seeing Spencer and Marco’s relationship go straight south. I LOVED that Spencer was turning it on Marco, almost about to blackmail him to stop investigating because he’ll come across as corrupt if he’s seeing her romantically.

- Mona will die in the finale. Just a major vibe I got. And finally, Mona verbalised exactly what I’ve been saying for YEARS: the girls still unnecessarily treat her like an outsider when clearly she has gone through similar things. DOLLHOUSE.

- Ezra pisses me off with how blind he is. He was there when they got the text saying “thanks for giving me Hanna, you’re free to go. AD” … does he really think all that is over?? Does he think AD just packed up and went home?? He keeps asking Aria if she’s okay… NO EZRA??? Did you forget that your fiancé is being harassed by yet another stalker? I know Aria hasn’t told you about the board game, but shit, it’s not hard to remember that 2 weeks ago (show’s timeline) Hanna was kidnapped. Spencer was shot. Noel died. Surely you can work out that something is going on, and no, Aria is not okay.

- I was annoyed that they didn’t play even further with the concept of Emily catching Aria in the hoodie. It started off great, but it should’ve gone on for longer to increase the intensity of the episode. That scene was far too short.

- They really need to stop with the book storyline. I’m done with even hearing Nicole’s name. I’m so over the storyline where Ezra keeps having to prove he picks Aria over Nicole. We get it. You’ve made your decision. Aria > Nicole. We get it. Move on, damn it. 

- I like how they keep having Spaleb scenes; how the two keep checking up on each other. I like that they still care for one another.

- The Emison scene at the end was cute. Emison fans would’ve absolutely loveeeeeeed that and I’m happy for them! That was 7 years in the making! Sure they’ve had their cute moments over the years like in the 100th episode, but hearing Ali say “I love you”… that was big. No longer are those kisses for practice. 

- If the police can’t piece together that the receipts were flooded in order to protect Spencer, they’re stupid. They should be looking at everyone who has access to that room, and they’ll see Caleb. Who’s connected to Hanna. Who’s obviously connected to Spencer. So although they can’t find the exact receipt, they can still conclude Spencer is not innocent. Maybe not formally, but they can still work with their theory. It’s not like “ohhhh no receipt!? Spencer, you’re free to go!”

- Loved seeing Aria in the hoodie. That was an awesome scene. And thank god they included a crying scene. I didn’t want it to come across like Aria enjoyed doing that. I like that they showed that it hurt her to hurt her friends.

- I think this episode confirmed Ali isn’t AD :(

- Honestly, it’s so wrong that they say answers every episode. That’s pathetic. Biggest lie. But whatever. We’ve waited this long… I can happily wait 4 more weeks. I’m not going to sit here bitching about getting no answers weekly. If anything, saving them for the finale will be more epic. It’ll be non stop, one after the other, which will be intense and fun as hell. So not getting answers weekly has its benefit; the finale will be extra-epic.

- Next week’s promo and synopsis just screams Spencer’s twin to me. AD threatens the Hastings house. Why Hastings, and Hastings only? “Screw you for adopting Spencer but not me?” And also the “here lies” grave from the ending - here lies Spencer? The promo actually didn’t excite me, which is weird. Someone gets engaged, which will be cool, but as a watcher of PLL for the mystery, I won’t get excited over that. I’ll appreciate it when it happens, but I won’t get hyped over it. I have a feeling next episode will be just like this one with little plot progression other than an engagement. Normally promos are better than the actual episode, yet that promo didn’t excite me, so that’s not a good sign. But whatever, I’ll stay optimistic!

- Overall, 6.5/10. I don’t feel like the story progressed much. That’s all I base a PLL episode on: did the story progress (and writing). Not quantity of answers. I’m happy to wait until the finale. We’ve waited this long - 4 more weeks won’t kill us. All I want is for the story to progress, and we didn’t really get that in this episode. It’s still all talk as to what will happen to Spencer - the story should’ve progressed in this episode in that she should’ve been arrested. They’re dwindling on that for too long. Aria did more AD work. Emison made a room for their baby. Lucas told us he’s innocent. Not a lot of plot progression, hence I wasn’t too impressed this week. Not their strongest, not their weakest. It was just another PLL episode to me. Emison fans may say it’s the best of the series! And that’s fine, but I watch for the mystery, so that’s where my opinions come from. This being the final 5 episodes, it saddens me that there was nothing epic about this episode. Again, this was just another episode to me. It just exists.

If anyone disagrees with my thoughts - if you loved the episode and gave it 10/10 - that’s awesome. Everyone has their own opinion. It’s my opinion that the story didn’t progress as much as it should have. In my personal watch of the episode, nothing really excited me. If you got excited, again, awesome. Different opinions is what sparks fun conversation so let’s be mature about it :)

Eros - Bar AU Chapter 1, part 1

Disclaimer: This piece is a Mystic Messenger AU.  It is heavily inspired by the American sitcom Cheers, a show centered around a Boston bar called Cheers and it’s regulars.  Even though I have tried to keep as much of canon personalities with all the Mystic Messenger characters just remember that it is an AU and a few things may be different than in game or your headcanons. This has been fun to plan and I hope you find a bit of joy reading it!  

PG13+ for swearin’ and boozin’.


Ch.½ | Ch. 2/2



Eros.

If you’ve never wandered to the outskirts of the downtown nightlife you’d think the name represented an establishment of finesse; a fancy restaurant, a classy gentleman’s club, a ritzy cocktail lounge.  

But throw open the doors to the aging building during the late midday and you’d find yourself staring at a lavish open bar.  You’d get a warm greeting from a handsome bartender and there’d be an air of familiarity amongst all the patrons.  

You’d never know that you’d love it until you stepped into it and everyone welcomed you back, happily shouting your name.

Names.

That’s right…

There’s always a good story behind a name.

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Bonkai Reunion 8x14 (part 2)

Ok, I know you’ve been waiting for an analysis of this scene and I am ready to deliver. I want you all to know that it is almost impossible to convey in words the level of excitement I feel when I write about this scene but just know that with each word I type, there is a smile on my face that can’t be removed. Like this reunion scene is not even close to what I had imagined or would have wanted their last scene to be, but DAMN…Kat and Chris’ acting/chemistry made what could have been a mediocre scene, a scene full of depth and sexual tension. I mean how many actors can make you feel the intangible connection and sexual tension between their characters when they are on opposite sides of a bar?!! HOW MANY?!! I would be lying if I said I only watched this scene multiple times to analyse because the truth is, I can’t get enough of it. So without further ado

Part 2 of the analysis, The Game:

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Stereotype of satanism

It bothers me that in any mention of the devil and satanic worshipers people immediately think of punk rock, piercing, ripped jeans, cat callers, cars driving by with music on blast, heavy drinkers, goths, people with nerves of steel, mo-hawks, and rebelling teens with sharp eyeliner. 

We’ve wasted far too much time explaining that Satanism has nothing to do with kidnapping, drug abuse, child molestation, animal or child sacrifice, or any number of other acts that idiots, hysterics or opportunists would like to credit us with. Satanism is a life-loving, rational philosophy that millions of people adhere to (consciously or not). 

 Like please, people who support the satanic commandments have to fit a stereotype. 

(Side note: We also wear pink flowery dresses, and like listening to soft, gentle music, dancing in a field of flowers and singing loudly in the shower (poorly and alone), or just generally fit the conventional form of ‘normal’ or being a ‘sweet person’. I don’t have to look a certain way to be a certain way.)

Also, please know what Satanism is about. 

Look at the Satanic rules for instance:

  1. Do not give opinions or advice unless you are asked.
  2. Do not tell your troubles to others unless you are sure they want to hear them.
  3. When in another’s lair, show him respect or else do not go there.
  4. If a guest in your lair annoys you, treat him cruelly and without mercy.
  5. Do not make sexual advances unless you are given the mating signal.
  6. Do not take that which does not belong to you unless it is a burden to the other person and he cries out to be relieved.
  7. Acknowledge the power of magic if you have employed it successfully to obtain your desires. If you deny the power of magic after having called upon it with success, you will lose all you have obtained.
  8. Do not complain about anything to which you need not subject yourself.
  9. Do not harm little children.
  10. Do not kill non-human animals unless you are attacked or for your food.
  11. When walking in open territory, bother no one. If someone bothers you, ask him to stop. If he does not stop, destroy him.

Look at the sins:

  1. Stupidity
    The top of the list for Satanic Sins. The Cardinal Sin of Satanism. It’s too bad that stupidity isn’t painful. Ignorance is one thing, but our society thrives increasingly on stupidity. It depends on people going along with whatever they are told. The media promotes a cultivated stupidity as a posture that is not only acceptable but laudable. Satanists must learn to see through the tricks and cannot afford to be stupid.
  2. Pretentiousness
    Empty posturing can be most irritating and isn’t applying the cardinal rules of Lesser Magic. On equal footing with stupidity for what keeps the money in circulation these days. Everyone’s made to feel like a big shot, whether they can come up with the goods or not.
  3. Solipsism
    Can be very dangerous for Satanists. Projecting your reactions, responses and sensibilities onto someone who is probably far less attuned than you are. It is the mistake of expecting people to give you the same consideration, courtesy and respect that you naturally give them. They won’t. Instead, Satanists must strive to apply the dictum of “Do unto others as they do unto you.” It’s work for most of us and requires constant vigilance lest you slip into a comfortable illusion of everyone being like you. As has been said, certain utopias would be ideal in a nation of philosophers, but unfortunately (or perhaps fortunately, from a Machiavellian standpoint) we are far from that point.
  4. Self-deceit
    It’s in the “Nine Satanic Statements” but deserves to be repeated here. Another cardinal sin. We must not pay homage to any of the sacred cows presented to us, including the roles we are expected to play ourselves. The only time self-deceit should be entered into is when it’s fun, and with awareness. But then, it’s not self-deceit!
  5. Herd Conformity
    That’s obvious from a Satanic stance. It’s all right to conform to a person’s wishes, if it ultimately benefits you. But only fools follow along with the herd, letting an impersonal entity dictate to you. The key is to choose a master wisely instead of being enslaved by the whims of the many.
  6. Lack of Perspective
    Again, this one can lead to a lot of pain for a Satanist. You must never lose sight of who and what you are, and what a threat you can be, by your very existence. We are making history right now, every day. Always keep the wider historical and social picture in mind. That is an important key to both Lesser and Greater Magic. See the patterns and fit things together as you want the pieces to fall into place. Do not be swayed by herd constraints—know that you are working on another level entirely from the rest of the world.
  7. Forgetfulness of Past Orthodoxies
    Be aware that this is one of the keys to brainwashing people into accepting something new and different, when in reality it’s something that was once widely accepted but is now presented in a new package. We are expected to rave about the genius of the creator and forget the original. This makes for a disposable society.
  8. Counterproductive Pride
    That first word is important. Pride is great up to the point you begin to throw out the baby with the bathwater. The rule of Satanism is: if it works for you, great. When it stops working for you, when you’ve painted yourself into a corner and the only way out is to say, I’m sorry, I made a mistake, I wish we could compromise somehow, then do it.
  9. Lack of Aesthetics
    This is the physical application of the Balance Factor. Aesthetics is important in Lesser Magic and should be cultivated. It is obvious that no one can collect any money off classical standards of beauty and form most of the time so they are discouraged in a consumer society, but an eye for beauty, for balance, is an essential Satanic tool and must be applied for greatest magical effectiveness. It’s not what’s supposed to be pleasing—it’s what is. Aesthetics is a personal thing, reflective of one’s own nature, but there are universally pleasing and harmonious configurations that should not be denied.

And the Nine Satanic Statements:

  1. Satan represents indulgence instead of abstinence!
  2. Satan represents vital existence instead of spiritual pipe dreams!
  3. Satan represents undefiled wisdom instead of hypocritical self-deceit!
  4. Satan represents kindness to those who deserve it instead of love wasted on ingrates!
  5. Satan represents vengeance instead of turning the other cheek!
  6. Satan represents responsibility to the responsible instead of concern for psychic vampires!
  7. Satan represents man as just another animal, sometimes better, more often worse than those that walk on all-fours, who, because of his “divine spiritual and intellectual development,” has become the most vicious animal of all!
  8. Satan represents all of the so-called sins, as they all lead to physical, mental, or emotional gratification!
  9. Satan has been the best friend the Church has ever had, as He has kept it in business all these years!
Scotham: Episode III

Scotham started as naught but a wee one-shot Batman-rip-off crackfic for thewhitelady  for Outlander’s Fic Secret Santa 2016! However, somewhere along the way, I fell in love with the concept of a Vigilante AU.  

And such was born MacDubh + Assassinach fighting the vile Reds in Scotham city. 

Fair warning: This is meant to be silly, so SUPERHERO TROPES ABOUND.

Fair warning: I WILL NOT BE UPDATING THIS FREQUENTLY

((but it isn’t going away, either :D))

Episode I  Episode II 



Episode III 

“You have to enter your super-secret safe house… through a wheelie bin?”

The key-code had just revealed the dark staircase within, and Claire was staring at it as though at—well, at a filthy dumpster in a dark alley in the middle of the night. Which it was. 

Even with her mask on, her look of disgust was so intense, Jamie couldn’t help but grin. “Only because you’re here, Sassenach.” He led the way, crouching through the low door, and she reluctantly followed him.  

Once the door was shut behind them, the illuminated panels of his suit showed her face still skeptical, though with a clear strain of amusement.  “So…you give all your lady callers this kind of star treatment, Mac?”

He shrugged and gestured for her to follow him down the narrow stairs. “Never had a lady caller here. Honest!” he protested as she snorted in disbelief. “And besides, when I’m alone, I use this.” He tapped his wrist in indication.

“Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ, you have a….? That’s remarkable!” she exclaimed, grabbing his wrist as they reached the first landing.  “How in the world do you have access to portable teleporters?” she demanded as she examined the thing in awe. “Must cost a bloody fortune!”

“The Reds have plenty of guns,” he said, as they descended deep under the city, “and hordes of officials in their pocket, forbye, but we far outstrip them in terms of access to new tech. My Uncle Dougal has a team dedicated to churning out useful stuff for the Resistance, at cost. You’ll meet the lot in just a moment and they’ll show you just what we’ve got in our arsenal.”

They stopped at the bottom of the steps to grab bottled waters from the refrigerated cache. Claire drank hers gratefully looking tired— it was after midnight, after all, and they had had a strenuous ordeal. “We’ve got a fair stretch of tunnel to get through before we reach HQ,” he said, indicating the long passage through the door, illuminated by dim, green light. “All flat, but perhaps a mile. Think ye can manage, lass?”

She only scoffed and shoved him out of the way to sprint down the corridor.

God, Jamie thought, eyes and feet momentarily riveted, I could watch her outstrip me all. day. long.

Dinna be disgusting, he chided himself a moment later, jogging for a few dozen yards to catch up with her before matching her stride. “You’re quite fast, Sassenach.”

She slowed to a brisk walk and took another long draft of water. “Ought to be, with eight years of track and field as a kid.”

“Oh, aye?” He could see that. She had the lean build for it. “Win lots of medals?”

“My dad always said, ‘Claire, sweetheart, you *might* let some of the other runners have a turn at winning every now and again!’”

“Let me guess:  taking second place out of pity wasna quite your style.”

“You wager correctly,” she laughed. “Run ‘em into the ground, was more my motto.” She took off her mask in stride and rubbed her face in relief. “Oof, I’ll tell you what though, it is NO FUN running and working up a sweat in all this leather.”

“Aye, as fetching as your getup is, we’ve got to get ye a proper suit, lass. Something bulletproof, for starters.”

“Alright, then,” she grinned, “as long as it isn’t PLAID.”

“If it were, I’d see ye in court over it! Tis my trademark!” He removed his own PLAID mask and gloves, stretching his fingers absently as he grinned at her. “Canna have ye mucking up my personal brand, now can I?”

“Oh!” she said suddenly, halting to look at the hand he was rubbing. “Is that a ruby?”

“Aye,” he confirmed, stopping too and handing the ring to her for inspection. “'Twas my father’s.”

“It’s beautifully made…” Her whisky-colored eyes were alight as she turned it tenderly in her fingers. “Gorgeous…..”

“Been in our family for many generations. It was one of the few earthly possessions Da truly treasured.”

She looked up at him, eyebrows drawn. “Treasur/ed/….Is….Did he…?”

He hesitated only a moment. “Aye. He and my mother, both. She in a car accident when I was small; Da, when…”

He couldn’t speak of that day. Not yet.

He cleared his throat. “A stroke. I was sixteen.”

“I’m…so sorry.”

As fierce as she was in battle, as biting and vicious as she tended to be with her words, there was nothing in Claire in that moment but…love.

He shook his head to rid himself of that fool notion, but looked down to see her hand wrapped around his. It was small and warm, strong. He squeezed it and met her eye. “Thank you, Sassenach.”

After a moment, she brought their joined hands upward and slipped the ring back on his finger. Was it his imagination, or did she seem reluctant to let go?

She did, though, and resumed her brisk pace down the corridor.

Strange…horrible?…..shameful?….that in six words and a simple touch, he felt closer to Claire than he ever had with Annalise.

Aye….shameful. When he could still remember the weight of her dead body in his arms on the ground. Still remember the way her sky eyes stared upward, unseeing as the murder and chaos thronged pitilessly around them.

Shameful, Jamie.

But the truth.

“Did you play any sport yourself as a youngster?” Her jovial, joking tone was back, and he was grateful for the gift of easy distraction. 

“Oh, aye, a bit of shinty and rugby at school.”

“Were you any good?” she demanded, eyes glinting.

He tried to look modest. “Not bad.”

“Good enough to… CATCH ME?”

She set off at a lightning-fast sprint again before Jamie could blink. “CHEATER!” he called after her, laughing, trying to catch up. She was so fast he could barely make her out in the dim light ahead. “LEFT!” he yelled as she nearly missed the turning. “THE LEFT PASSAGE!”

She veered left and flashed him a taunting grin over her shoulder as she disappeared from view. It was only a few seconds before he reached the turning himself, but damn she was fast. He put on a fresh burst of speed

then heard her scream

and heard her body hit the ground.

He knew he was running, faster than he’d ever run before, each footfall screaming to him, FASTER.

He knew his dirk was in his hand, and he was screaming for her. He knew she was there, under attack.

FASTER

Claire.

FASTER

Standing in the green haze, her back to him, legs spread as if ready to dive.

FASTER

A wavegun blast barreling out of the darkness, the blue energy slamming into her with such force she fell to one knee with a great, gritted yell of pain and anger.

FASTER

Back on her feet.

FASTER

Another blast .

FASTER

Another cry

FASTER

In the dim light beyond her, the fast-approaching shape of—

“UNCLE!” his own disembodied voice was screaming, “S T O P !”

FASTER

Dougal mere feet away from her now, knife in one hand and blaster in the other

F A S T E R

Claire crouching lightning-fast and kicking him hard in the kneecap

Dougal grabbing her by the shoulders and flinging her hard onto the ground

F A S —

Dougal pointing the blaster down at her head

“NO!”

Jamie collided hard with his uncle, knocking the shooting arm so the blast hit the far wall. He had the bastard pinned on the ground and was screaming down at him in Gaelic, completely overtaken by blood-red rage; then a sharp WHIZZ-WHIZZ and his orientation spun, feeling his body tumbling and heaving in midair, flying; and then his forehead collided hard with something solid and everything went black.

It couldn’t have been more than a couple of seconds, but even so, he awoke disoriented, his vision blurred and searing pain gripping his wrists. He found he couldn’t move and he blinked, realizing with a jolt of fury that he was pinned face-first to the wall with a set of Dougal’s telekinetic cuffs that kept his wrists trapped high over his head.

He jerked and struggled against the restraints, his head blinding with pain as he confronted wildly over his shoulder. “CLAIRE?”

Dougal had one of his cuffs on her too, pinning her to the opposite wall by her throat. Her toes barely touched the floor, and she was struggling hard to breathe, scream, kick out, anything.

“DOUGAL! LET HER GO!” he screamed.

“I never have fucking believed it,” Dougal growled lethally, his knife and eyes never leaving Claire. “Never thought I’d live to see my own blood raise a hand to me in defense of a filthy Sassenach, in our own house.”

“She’s on our SIDE, Dougal!” he cried, trying to turn around to face the bastard directly, but the cuffs prevented it. “For the love of God, let her down, and I’ll explain everything!”

“On our side?” Dougal snarled and Jamie barely had time to cry out before Dougal’s knife flashed downward and Claire screamed in excruciating pain

Never had Jamie felt so helpless. Not even on the day of the Cull, as he watched Annalise and so many others die.

He was screaming out her name, feeling the cuffs drawing blood as he struggled to free himself, to reach her—

And then Dougal was walking toward him. Over Dougal’s shoulder, Jamie could just see Claire, paler than he thought possible, blood spilling freely from collarbone to shoulder. Dougal had not gone for the kill it seemed, but had cut out a large strip of Claire’s suit from the high collar to her left shoulder, taking no heed for her safety and leaving a long gash as he went. Dougal held this strip in his hands as he drew nearer.

“Claire! Sassenach, CHRIST, are ye—”

Of course she wasn’t alright. She couldn’t even reply; could barely touch the ground, and struggling as she was to get high enough above the cuff to breathe, every movement pulled on the wound and gave her more pain. She would pass out, in a moment; and if the knife had nicked an artery, she would—

Jamie struggled furiously against his own bonds, seething at Dougal. “Dougal— for fuck’s sake, release her before you KILL HER. She’s on OUR SIDE!!”

Dougal ignored this, and raised the strip of leather, dripping with Claire’s blood, shaking with Dougal’s own rage, in Jamie’s face “A Sassenach wearing RED is on our side, aye?”

“She’s Claire Beauchamp,” Jamie spat through his teeth, his fury blocking his ability to speak more clearly. “Claire Beauchamp.”  

“EXACTLY,” Dougal bellowed, “Fiancée to FRANK RANDALL. THAT name ring any bells?”

It was as if someone had shoved a ball of hot lead down Jamie’s throat. 

Fiancée.

Even through her restraints, even hurt and weakening as she was, she shook her head fiercely at Jamie. but before she could even attempt to speak, Dougal tele-released the collar so that she fell hard to the ground. To her credit, she moved fast to scrabble to her feet but Dougal strode over and knocked her flat, putting his huge boot on her neck. He leaned forward to put more weight on it and she gave a gurgling scream of pain and panic.

“UNCLE” Jamie bellowed, but he was totally and completely helpless in Dougal’s restraints. “LAY ANOTHER HAND ON HER, AND I SWEAR, I’LL—”

“What’ll ye do, pup? What, eh?” Dougal’s voice was low and quiet. Confident and unfeeling. He pointed the knife down at her, keeping Jamie’s eye. “I could slit her throat right now…. and ye couldna do a thing to stop it.”

Claire was crying but her eyes were closed, her lips closed tight together. She wouldn’t cry out again, if this were the end.

Jamie was begging, now, tears flowing freely and teeth gritted. “For the sake of my mother, your sister, you’ll let this woman leave. FOR ELLEN!”

Silence reigned for a long, long time, save for Jamie’s whispered. “Please….please….”

At last, Dougal removed the boot. He leaned down and snarled quietly in her face. “Get. Out. And if I ever see ye again… I WILL cut your throat, Sassenach bitch.”

She got shakily to her feet. She was bleeding profusely from the shoulder and there was a fresh trickle of blood running from her hairline down to her jaw. Claire’s throat was so damaged from Dougal’s mistreatment she could barely produce sound, but she glared fiercely at Dougal and mouthed furiously with the hint of a hoarse whisper.  “FUCK….YOU….

And with not a glance at Jamie, she turned and ran limping back up the passage from whence they’d come.

Jamie tried to call after her, but Dougal took that moment to release the fetters and punch Jamie hard in the stomach as he fell. 

“Uncle….” he wheezed, as he got laboriously to his feet. “What the fuck—s’matter with—”

“Wi’ ME? “ He shoved Jamie hard against the wall. “What is the matter with YOU! How FUCKING dare you, Jamie!”

“She IS on our side, Uncle,” Jamie snarled. “I’ll stake my own life against it, and will stand as surety for all her actions.”  

“Our side,” Dougal spat derisively, retracting his foul tools with the press of a button on his forearm and kicking the strip of leather on the ground with disgust.

“The….the red suit was a poor choice, I’ll grant you,” Jamie said faintly, still seething, but feeling now as though he would be sick, seeing the limp hide on the ground, oozing with Claire’s blood. He gritted his teeth and said more boldly. “I reacted much the same way when I encountered her tonight— nearly throttled her myself, but ye didna give her a chance to speak her piece, man! She’s a true believer in our cause, Dougal—the Reds murdered her parents.”

“And yet she’s content to remain engaged to the nephew of the son of a bitch that probably gave the order? The son of a bitch responsible for your Da as well?”  

Engaged.

Buck the fucking hell up, Jamie, you’ve known her for a few hours—you’ve no cause whatsoever to feel—

But RANDALL—of all the goddamn pricks in this city, she had to choose the one whose uncle—

He clenched his fists, speaking with more confidence than he felt. “I TRUST her, Dougal.”

“So you’ll place a Sassenach above your own flesh and blood? Your own blood that practically raised you?”

“Ye trained me, Dougal. My parents raised me…Thank God, they raised me to be a better man than you.”

Dougal raised a hand as though to strike him, but then lowered it and turned his back, speaking gruffly. “Get changed, lad. Your auntie’s kept Christmas Eve dinner late for ye, and we’re going to—”

But Jamie was already striding fast back up the corridor.

“You’re no’ going after that Sassenach whore, Jamie,” came Dougal’s voice, sharp and threatening.

“She’s no’ a whore,” he spat over his shoulder, not slowing.

He heard the whiz behind him but this time, he was ready. The cuff sliced in two against his raised dirk as he whirled.  

He lowered the blade just enough to level it at Dougal.

“Use your goddamned contraptions against me again, Uncle, and it’s your own throat that’ll need watching.”  


[to be continued. someday.]