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alyss01 · 3 years

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Studying for finals headcanons:

Corpse x GN!reader, Sykkuno x GN!reader, Toast x GN!reader

Word count: 1.5K

Requested: no

Synopsis: How Toast, Sykkuno and Corpse would be with a S/O studying for finals. Headcannons and fluff.

Warnings: none

A/n: Do I have more than enough requests? Yup! Should I probably work on those? Most likely. Basically wrote this during / after the most intense two to three weeks of studying I’ve experienced in at least a year. I needed some comfort so i provided myself with it, hope it can do the same for others even though most people have most likely already finished all their exams, tests, finals and all that already. Enjoy! (This was also mostly written at like 2AM the day of my last final, but it is proofread)

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Corpse:

Let's be honest, he would have no idea what exactly it is you're studying

He knows some basics that are common sense and bits and pieces that he's collected while you were rambling about the topics to him

Generally though, he has no clue what's going on and certainly will not be able to help you do the actual studying

However if it helps for you to explain the topics to him instead of reading the books for a hundred times with seemingly no pay off, he'll gladly listen

Allows you to rant of about the intricate details as he fakes an understanding and nods his head along

Don't get him wrong, he loves to hear you talk and is genuinely interested in what you're saying, but you might as well be speaking a different language cause he cannot understand a singular word that passes your lips

If you're a night owl, that's great! He'll love to bring you midnight study snacks and bring a glass of water every so often

He definitely stays up with you and likes to just hang around the room where you study in the background and vibe to some music

Every so often he will walk up to you for head pats

The screen in front of you shone brightly, lighting up the room. The only thing telling you the time and date was your laptop. With the curtains permanently shut and having lost any sense of time you did possess over the past days, you wouldn't have a single clue how much time had passed otherwise.

Music comes through your headphones in attempt to keep you focussed on the matter at hand, a word document that is much longer than you would've liked containing all the summaries you had made over the past days.

The music however also deafened you from the sound of the door opening and closing, as Corpse stepped into your room with a white plastic bag containing some snacks and a cup of your favorite drink in his other hand.

As he set the objects on the desk beside you, you realized he had come in and pulled one side of your headset off your ear.

Corpse's arms wrap around you from behind, his chin resting on your head as you nuzzle yourself closer in his embrace. His eyes lazily trail over the text on the screen for a moment before they narrow and turn away.

Tilting your head back, you look at him from underneath, chuckling as you catch his confused look at the screen.

"when did you have this exam again?" The question escapes his lips almost with a hint of pity within.

Sykkuno:

Honestly I think it really depends on what you're studying if he will understand it or not

No matter what it is however, he is proud

When he has a chance in any conversation he'll casually bring you up and proudly explain what kind of complicated things you have been studying and how smart you are

He is so encouraging, no matter if he quite understand what it is you study or not

He probably would leave you interrupted while studying, but if you come out of your room to seek his attention out first he'll be so happy

If something bothers you or frustrates you about the material he's waiting with open arms to take your mind off it

If you're studying for long times he'll come to crave some affection so he'll either be glued to your side when you do finish or he will come and seek you out first

Will provide you with snacks, your favorite food, smoothies, coffee, tea, whatever you prefer while studying, he'll get it for you

Will want to spent time together once the stressful period is over, catching up to affection he may have missed during it

I think he'd definitely keep quite a careful watch over you in terms of rest

He will drag you off to bed at 2AM if you're still studying demanding you get some proper rest

"you know staying up this late is bad for your health, right?" The worry was evident in his voice as he leant against your desk as he stood beside you. His back was turned to the furniture and his eyes were glued to your tired face.

"it'll be worth it once summer vacation hits." You shoot Sykkuno a tired smile, making him turn his head to where your mug dutifully stood, as it had been for the past three days, half filled with your favorite study drink which had turned room temperature by now.

He raised his eyebrow in question, watching as you turn back to the screen that lights up your face with white light, the page's reflection in your eyes, "rest is important if you want to do well on the exam."

"so is knowledge and caffeine," though your words may be harsh, the tone with which they leave your lips easily tell him it was a joke, "besides, I'll just need to finish this last part."

His hand finds your hair, and you lean into his warm touch as you shut your eyes for a moment, taking in the moment. A small smile formed on his lips at the sight, his fingers threading through your hair.

"promise this is the last part?" He speaks up as you open your eyes once more, looking up at him as you give him a small smile.

The bags under your eyes paired with the exhausted look on your face had noy been as clear in the past days as they were currently. He admired you for your willpower to study these amounts, but you worried him sometimes with your behavior.

Your voice pulled him back to the small smile that played on your lips, "I promise."

Toast:

He's knowledgeable, not on all topics and subjects, but he's definitely knowledgeable

Start ranting to him about topics and he'll genuinely become interested and follow along, asking some questions here and there

If you ever need to write some sort of paper or essay, he'll gladly read it over for you for any mistakes or things to change

He won't admit it, but if you start explaining some of the things you're studying to him, he'll love it

Especially if it's something you're passionate about, he'd love to watch you explain stuff to him

The way your eyes shimmer, and how excited you look to talk to him about it all, he loves it

Forehead kisses while studying and will order food for you and bring drinks

Probably won't hang around too much in the room you're studying in to give you privacy and peace, but will come in and ruffle your hair before placing his lips on your head momentarily and wish you luck when he passes your door

In these moments often likes to sneak a peek at your papers or computer screen, just to see a glimpse of the topic you're working on

He doesn't mind if you stay up longer than him to study but will definitely drag you to bed for rest when he's decided you didn't give yourself enough rest

"I'm ordering take out, what do you want for dinner?" Toast is quick to poke his head around the corner of your door, phone in hand as he walks in and leans against the doorframe.

Pulling your headset off, you rotate your chair to the side, facing him as you question where he is planning to order.

He walks over to your desk to hand you his phone so you can scroll through the online menu, his hand quick to brush your hair back. Instead of pulling his hand away, he lets it stay in your hair, brushing through it a few times with his fingers.

While you were invested with the online menu, his eyes scan the screen, where you were working on the introduction to a paper.

He recognized the material, the day before you had trailed off on a small explanation that ended up much longer than intended when he asked what you were currently working on.

When you finish looking through the menu and having filled in your order, you catch his gaze glued to your screen.

Before he leaves your room he gives you some slight advice, offering to replace some words with others before wishing you good luck and leaving your room for the time being. At least until the food arrives.

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hayleysayshay · 3 years

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On Wu’s backstory:

Wu is a character many people find annoying, but I enjoy. His backstory is vague at best. Here is what we know.

Wu is the grand nephew of Hou-Ting. He is the only heir to the throne.

At some point he moved to Republic City. Commentary implies that he was there doing a degree

At some point Mako was made his bodyguard. Commentary implies that Mako was his bodyguard for the three years.

The canon status of all commentary is debatable. As far as I see it, the show is true canon, the only reason we take the commentary as canon is because nothing contradicts it, but it is particularly substantial.

So, let’s analyse this backstory. This is all my personal opinion and headcanon and based upon what I find interesting and what fits Wu’s character as we see it in Book 4.

Was there a Royal Family massacre and is Wu traumatised?

We don’t see any other family members than Hou-Ting in Book 3. In Book 4, we are introduced to Wu, and only Wu. He is the heir to the throne.

At the end of book 3, Ba Sing Se falls to a the angry citizens of Ba Sing Se. We do see them enter the palace. They are seen looting and burning.

So, did this mob murder the rest of the Royal Family? Wu is the only heir. He is the grand nephew. This implies both his parents and grandparents are dead. What happened to them? They all must have died fairly young if Wu is the heir as a twenty something in Book 4.

I believe this is the basis of the ‘royal family massacre’ argument. Wu is too young to be the only heir to the throne. And the mob were angry. Therefore, the heirs above Wu were killed.

Now to be clear: the real reason Wu is a young heir is because Bryke wanted someone young for Mako to bounce off of. He’s around the same age as Mako but has a completely different life to him. Wu is not serious whereas Mako is. Wu is flippant and Mako is serious. Wu is extroverted and Mako is introverted. Wu is rich, Mako is not. This contrast is more fun if they’re the same age.

I say this because I think it’s clear that Wu was created with no clear trauma in mind. Wu does not act especially scared, or traumatised by the past. He is cautious and scared of hearing of Hou-Ting’s death, but acts in a comedic manner (fake strangling sounds) but then resumes a proper mourning action (may she rest in piece). Wu acts fairly silly throughout the series, enjoys the attention from fans, and even towards the end he creates a plan that he hopes will gain him attention from Korra. Wu is breezy and flippant and shallow, only really maturing towards the end and appears to be genuinely committed to dismantling the monarchy.

The trauma seen in fan works is a result of fan expansions, and personally I don’t really see it having a strong basis in the show. Wu is never really shown to be scared, or withdrawn at any points. Wu is never shown to be angry at the local populace who killed his family, as although Wu is shallow he never treats anyone badly. So is he masking? That’s totally up to your interpretation. Wu could be burying all his negative emotions and is acting out to hide his trauma. This is perfectly plausible. Personally, the lack of anger is what slightly damns this interpretation for me, I’m sure he’d show something.

Also I don’t think Wu not being fully prepared to take the throne is unreasonable— it makes sense if he was going to finish his education before starting public duties and gaining more political experience. And he could have made public experiences but still be fairly shallow. It’s implied that the Dai Li have a great degree of power so Wu not taking things that seriously or having a lot of experience is perfectly reasonable: it’s not needed for him to do so. So no, I don’t think Wu being the primary heir to the throne has to be sudden and unexpected because Wu isn’t very well prepared or serious.

How Old is Wu?

If you take the idea that he was in Republic City doing a degree when Hou-Ting was murdered, he could have been eighteen at the time, and twenty-one by the time of Book 4. He could be older. He could have started the degree at a younger age however, so he could even be nineteen at the start of Book 4.

If you ignore the idea that Wu was in Republic City prior to Book 3, and only came to Republic City to be safe after the Queen’s death, he could he even younger, potentially around eighteen in Book 4 if you HC him as young, but he could also still be older than Mako. Basically nothing confirmed, but I think it does depend on how seriously you take the commentary about the degree.

Have Wu and Mako worked together for three years?

This is going to be my strongest opinion, but I don’t think their relationship makes much sense if they’ve known eachother for three years.

I feel like this was meant to explain what Mako was doing for three years, but Mako doing his job as a detective was enough. So I don’t think it was needed.

In the episode where Wu’s coronation is ruined, Wu has a breakdown. Mako asks why he even wants to be King. He apologises, and Wu says that ‘no-one ever spoke to him like that’.

No-one has ever spoken to Wu like, even Mako. For three years? I don’t buy it. Mako is professional but he does talk back to Wu. Mako doesn’t think Wu is deserving of power just because he was born into it. I can’t believe Mako would his tongue on Wu for three years.

Also, I think Wu and Mako have a nice arc over Book 4. They get to know each-other more deeply. Mako sees the more mature side of Wu. I just don’t get the impression that they really knew each other that well beforehand, and I think you’d learn more about each other if you were together 24/7 for three years.

Obviously a lot of fan works expand on this and make the whole three years together thing make sense (by making them fuck usually and then having ensuing drama), but my critique is that I often think this over explains Wu’s character and ignores the very real shallowness Wu does show in early Book 4 by making It doesn’t meant I don’t love these fics, but I just don’t really ever reconcile them with the version of Wu we see in the show.

What I headcanon.

Again, this is literally just headcanon, and the events have no real confirmation in canon, it’s just what I think is both interesting and what I think matches with Wu’s characterisation in the show, whilst also giving him a backstory and more depth.

Wu’s grandparent and heir to the throne had one child, who became Wu’s father. This grandparent and heir dies. This grandparent dies young.

Wu’s parent’s were married. It was a political arrangement as Wu’s mother was from a rich family. Their marriage is strained. They have one child, Wu and don’t really talk to eachother much. Wu’s Dad dies young from partying too hard. Wu is left the only heir.

Wu’s mother remarries a wealthy baron or something. Because of not doing widowhood properly she is not welcome at the palace and moves away from Ba Sing Se. She and Wu have a strained relationship, since she never really wanted Wu in the first place. They sometimes exchange letters. (This could be swapped for his father and his mother was the heir but honestly I just wanted a strained relationship with a maternal figure. She got her happy ending but not with Wu).

Wu and Queen Hou-Ting have a very strained relationship as Hou Ting considers him weak, and despises animals which Wu loves.

Wu ends up with no real close familial relationship and is used to never really caring about anything. He is very isolated and is mostly raised by Dai-Li appointed carers.

At twenty ish Wu decides he wants out and asks to study in Republic City. The Queen is against this but Wu is insistent and she sees it as an excuse to get him out of her hair.

Wu moved to Republic City. After the fall of the walls, the Dai Li are in disarray as much of the leadership flees the city. Wu was previously appointed Dai Li bodyguards but Republic City officials replace them with city appointed bodyguards instead to maintain order. Unsure of how to proceed with Wu, Raiko and the other leaders agree that Wu shall complete his degree whilst Kuvira restores order. Wu is rarely included in meetings that decide the Earth Kingdom’s policy because they don’t like him and everyone just accepts he will be a King supported by his advisors and won’t rule himself.

Wu is of course horrified but he has a lack of personal stake in the death of his great aunt other than the realisation that he is now under a lot of pressure, which Wu mostly just ignores.

Wu completed his degree. After this, he begins to move into the public sphere and begins to make public appearances. Instead of a rotating team of bodyguards he requests a personal one, Mako, because he saw him a newspaper and thought he was hot really cool. This happens around six months before Republic City.

Mako treats Wu as a job, but the events of Book 4 eventually push them to become better friends and get to know eachother. Wu matures What happens next is either comics canon or my own ideas.

This is complete headcanon and I expect some people disagree! Hope it makes sense.

#wuko #Prince wu #mako #legend of korra #tlok #lok #avatar

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daincrediblegg · 3 years

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ALPHABET HEADCANONS: JACK O’NEILL

A/N: This is it!!!! I’ve caved!!!! I need more content for this man and I’ve gotta create it myself, so enjoy these unprompted lil nuggets of fluff! And don’t forget my ask box is always open for more!!

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Jack is super fuckin affectionate, but he’s more of a… show don’t tell kinda guy. He’s got a bit of a hard time necessarily talking about how he feels- usually deflects things with humor. But he shows it in other ways. In warm touches, in playful side-eyes. Unrestrained by being professional he will hug you all the fuckin time. No shortage of funny little pet names either oh my god it’s like he comes up with a new one every fuckin dAY.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Jack O’Neill is a really good best friend ok. You’ve seen how he is with the rest of SG1. The dude has so much chill (unless it’s a life-or-death situation obviously), is always inviting you to go fishing. He’s REALLY good in tough situations simply because of his sense of humor and general chill attitude. GREAT at reducing anxiety like guy is a human valium- always knows how to distract anyone before their brain goes into some sort of head-spiral about anything. Loyal as SHIT when you’re in with him he’s pretty much ride or die for you even if you don’t agree with him on everything he would still probably take a bullet for his best friends. Also the biggest hype man- whatever you’re good at he has 100% faith in you to do it right and will always shut down negative thoughts about your abilities. 10/10 on the bestie scale tbh the man is a LIFER.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

He’s actually, perhaps surprisingly, a really snuggly guy when you’re in a relationship with him. He may be… a little touch-starved since the divorce, and kinda misses it, so expect an arm draped over your shoulder or around your waist whenever you’re in a room together, and to be damned near joined at the hip when you’re not in public. The man is an actual living cuddle bug and he’s so sweet jesus.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

At one point in time he’d have liked nothing more than to settle down, get a dog, just enjoy being retired, but honestly he doesn’t mind that that ideal is a little further away than he thought now that he’s in the Stargate Program. He likes what he does- as stressful as it is sometimes, but there’s never a dull moment. That’s for sure. He’s very good about cleaning and keeping things tidy generally (it’s that military training hard at work), but cooking??? Eh??? He’s passable, can make some basic stuff and ofc he loves to grill (expect very charred meat) but… just don’t ask him to cook anything too elaborate (like… this is a dude who thinks beer is a good omelette ingredient jfc do not let him near a stove for anything more elaborate than a fried egg he’s a fucking gremlin man).

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Quickly. And probably succinctly. The only time he’d really get blunt about something is if he had to end it with his partner for some reason. Just to spare himself and his partner the pain. It’s not without emotion though. Oh no. He may move on from things with relative ease- more likely than not without malice for the other person, but he’d never leave anyone without saying a proper goodbye if he’s the one who has to end it.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Probably not too quick. He’s not even sure he really wants to get married again after how everything with Sarah went down. He’d have to be pretty crazy about someone to want to try all that again, but if that happens… then maybe he won’t be thinking about it like that.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

H-… have you seen this man??? How tender he is with his partners??? It’s unbelievable that a guy like him has the capacity to be as gentle as he is but it’s breathtaking, and it’s only a glimpse of what he’s capable of. He may be a military man- but doing what he does requires much more care and dexterity than people think, and his touch only serves to show as much. This is the guy who holds your face or tugs you closer when you kiss him. This is the same guy who can diffuse bombs and wield a firearm like an extension of himself and handles you with the same amount of reverence and care if not more.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Oh he loves hugs. Loves them. May not do hugs quite as often as he might like actually. Hugs his close friends plenty and especially when they need it, but hugs you even more. He’s a really good hugger too. They’re just encompassing and strong and warm and if you’re not careful you could get addicted.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

He waits on this one. For like… a long while. He probably knows it deep down long before he says it, probably won’t really admit it to himself for a long while even when he realizes that’s what he feels. But one day it probably just… slips out. Unprompted. And it’ll shock you both, but one thing’s for sure; he means it with his whole chest and nothing less.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Oh you have no jealousy troubles with this man. He’s an adult, and he recognizes that he’s not the center of everyone’s universe and that people can have just friendly relationships with other people of the gender they’re attracted to. He wouldn’t be in any kind of serious relationship with someone he didn’t trust them implicitly from the start. The man is truly a champ at being chill as hell. If he ever does feel it you’d probably never fuckin know it either. Guy can keep that shit close to his chest if he wants.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Warm, enveloping, grounding. The kind that make you feel like you’re sinking into something solid, that nothing could hurt you. If he’s kissing you he’s taking his time. Holding you close. Meaning it.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

ARE YOU KIDDING??? HE’S FANTASTIC AROUND KIDS!!!! EARTH KIDS?? ALIEN KIDS??? THEY ALL LOVE HIM!!! HE IS JUST DAD SHAPED!!!!!! TO EVERYONE!!!! He’s… not sure if he’d ever want to try to have another kid of his own, maybe, but he has SERIOUSLY considered adopting some alien kids in the past at MINIMUM and probably would if he wasn’t always going off-world.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

A lot of groaning, at least when he wakes up at first, probably some sleepy kisses while resisting the temptation to uh… get frisky before work. But he’ll get up, clean up, shave and do his silly little crossword (and he DELIBERATELY puts in wrong answers for funsies I know this in my heart). Most days he probably eats breakfast at the base, but on his days off he would probably take turns with you making breakfast- makes egg and bacon smiley faces when it’s his turn (and the occasional beer omelet if he’s feeling lazy). PROBABLY would pick up donuts for the weekend too.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Usually with a couple of beers, snuggling up under a nice flannel blanket and watching The Simpsons, or whatever else is on TV. Maybe some take-out from one of the usual places (I’m convinced he’s got like 5 or 6 places in town he’s a regular at that he goes to on rotation) . Probably gets a fire going if things are getting chilly up in Colorado. Just likes to settle in and maybe pass out on the couch a lil.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

He’s a low and slow kind of guy. Both for his own emotional well-being and for his partner’s. He’s got some pretty nasty demons in his past, and they overwhelm even him sometimes. He knows that it’s important to talk about it, and while if he really loves someone he won’t mind sharing these things with them… it just takes time for him to work up the courage to face them again himself and put it all into words.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

With a partner, he’s just about as far away from easily angered as a guy can get. He’s actually very chill with the people he loves. There’s sincerely so very little that you could do that could piss him off to the point of losing his temper- and even then he’d never shout at you or anything- that’s the kind of shit he has to do and see enough at work, and he pretty explicitly never wants to cross that line with someone he’s in a romantic relationship with. And even if he is angry for some reason he’s never really angry at his partner- at least in affairs of the heart he pretty much always remembers the love he has for you comes first and foremost.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Believe it or not he actually is *very* good at remembering things about people. He may be one whole dumbass, and can’t do math, but that’s because most of his brain capacity is taken up with things about the people he cares about. Probably knows you down to your favorite food- enough to know to bring it to you to cheer you up, or suggest watching your favorite movie when you get home after a long day.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

He probably remembers the moment you met the most clearly- the moment when you were suddenly in his life even though he didn’t know what you would end up meaning to him down the line.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Jack is honestly the kind of guy who would rather die himself than stand idly by and watch someone he cares about die. This man would take a staff blast and so much worse for you and that’s a guarantee. But when he’s down that means he’s a little more vulnerable. He really appreciates it when he knows someone is gunning to keep him alive too. To know that despite his bravado and despite his own hero complex someone’s just as concerned with his livelihood.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

He’d put a little effort in. He’s more on the low-key side, not as big of a fan of grand gestures, and of course sometimes the job gets in the way of putting plans into motion (and he’d need a partner who’d understand that), but if that does happen he inevitably finds a way to make it up- sometimes even ahead of time if he has even a shred of warning about some kind of impending earthly peril. But when he plans something it’s usually very sweet, and far from an unfun cliché (but at least one time for valentine's day you *will* come home to rosepettals on the floor leading to the bedroom to find him in some silk boxers on the bed because of course he’s the gift). But usually things with him are… I don’t wanna say spontaneous because he does usually have at least a little bit of a game plan, but he’s all for improvisation and just loves getting swept up in doing whatever with you.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

I wanna take some time to call him out thoroughly on the fuckin beer omelets thing my guy do you???? Have taste buds???? Listen. With other shit in there I might understand. Beer and cheese is a good combo. But???? JUST BEER IN YOUR EGGS AVAJSFHR!!!!!! Of all the stuff you’ve done in this whole series this is probably your greatest war crime and I’m gonna fucking invoke the 3rd amendment for it. Oh also his fridge is nasty and full of “science experiments” (which like... same) but guy I get why you always be getting take out now jesus fucking christ.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Not overly. You’ve seen how this man dresses. He has his little inexplicably fashionable moments, but by *far* he’s more concerned with practicality at least where his attire and physical appearance are concerned. That being said, if you compliment him on like literally anything he will get a major confidence boost about it and will try to do it/wear it more.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

No… and yes. With all he’s seen and been through, he knows not everything is certain, not everything is meant to be and nothing is forever. But at the same time… he feels just a little better off with you around. He feels this kind of thing with everyone he’s really close with in their own unique way. He really doesn’t know where he’d be without the people he cares about who care about him back and can’t imagine a scenario in which he’d feel whole as a person without them coming into his life at the time they did. And you’re absolutely no different.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

So we know Jack has like the biggest fuckin sweet tooth. Pie, Cake, Donuts, ice cream, all of it. There’s always sweets in the house. And if you *make* some for him??? He will automatically love you forever. Also would probably be ok with you feeding him sweets. Warning tho: He’d probably do it back and get it all over your face and whoops now you’re making out covered in frosting and bits of cake and the only way to clean up is to lick it off each other’s faces oh no oh dear.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Petty, pushy people. Just doesn’t have the time. Jack can honestly vibe with just about everyone, even people who are wildly different than him, but the only thing that’s really an outright nope for him is people who are so wrapped up in petty problems they can’t see any kind of bigger picture. Or people who are just generally *too* pushy or overly dramatic about every little thing for little to no reason to the point of being just plain childish. He can handle just about everything else but that??? Nope.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Kinda sprawls out a lil in his sleep. Typically a stomach sleeper but shifts to his back sometimes (especially to cuddle). He’s always at least touching you in his sleep because no matter how much or little he just likes knowing you’re there.

#I will flood this tag at once or die trying #jack o'neill #jack o'neill x reader #stargate #sg1 #god damnit didn't show up in the tag so I'm reuploading #please let it work #stargate imagine #sg1 x reader #stargate headcanons

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fmdminhee · 3 years

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headcanon 001. lily’s title tracks & minhee’s opinions. word count: 1,422.

notes: this is all new writing! song titles are not included in the word count.

into the new world

nearly ten years on, minhee still insists that into the new world was an iconic debut song. she was only in her mid teens when lily debuted, and was full of hope, so ready to start a life free of her mother’s clutches. with all that in mind, there probably isn’t a better song in the world she could’ve debuted with. in the years since, so many girl groups have performed it, almost like a rite of passage, and they’ve rearranged it into a ballad version. if either of those come up, minhee will cry. she’s an ugly crier. it’s pretty embarrassing.

gee

gee gee gee gee baby baby - hwang minhee (minnie), 2013. she wants the lyrics of gee engraved on her tombstone, if possible. it’s still one of her favourites, and not just because it was a career maker. to be honest, if they hadn’t managed to at least match it with hits going forward, she’d probably dislike it by now. but, as it stands, she loves how unabashedly cute it is. 10/10, would perform all the time if she didn’t know her members’ heads would probably explode.

nonono

nonono is super fun and super catchy, and minhee really enjoyed promoting it. nowadays it’s not one that she’d pull out immediately, preferring the comeback preceding it and the three directly after, but she likes the song. it feels very classic lily, and listening back to it, and the corresponding mini-album, makes her feel sentimental as hell.

tell me

one of minhee’s top three, i think! do not hold me or her to that. all of lily’s title tracks are bangers and ranking depends on mood. but tell me definitely consistently stays in the top five. it might not be technically as good as some of their other releases from around the same era, but it’s tied with gee and oh! for number one song that makes her hyper as fuck. it’s just too much fun, she can’t take it. she got to be wonder woman for the music video too, which was cool. everything about tell me scratches minhee’s silly little brain just right.

mr. chu

though not quite on the same level as tell me and oh!, which 100% turn minhee’s brain up to 2x speed, mr. chu still gets minhee hyped up. something about the chorus and choreography and concept just all fit correctly. she’d like to say they invented the weirdly popular girl groups on tennis courts concept, but she should probably cite her sources somewhere. it’s sort of like a more her nonono.

oh!

oh! came out around the same time that minhee was coming of age, and actually wanting to try something a little different to lily’s typical concepts, and oh!’s styling allowed her to do that -- she liked it a lot, she felt like she was the cool girl in an american high school movie. not only that, but she loves the dance and the addictive chorus too. she has about as much fun with it as she does with gee and tell me.

run devil run

when minhee said she wanted to do something different, she didn’t mean it like this. in all seriousness, run devil run is a fun song, but she appreciates it much more today than she did when they released it. the image reversal on stage was really difficult for her. still, if they were going to go down a sexy route, she hoped it wouldn’t feature so much tight leather in the future. short shorts >>>.

nobody

a very cool song, one that minhee thinks did better at showing off her versatility than run devil run, alongside showing the public lily’s more grown up and sexier sides, without going as far as run devil run did either. she got to be expressive in her face, and really had a lot of fun playing it up for the cameras. fun fact! it’s her dad’s favourite lily title track.

genie (tell me your wish)

genie minhee’s beloved <3 truly one of their best. it’s the perfect blend of original and the at the time emerging new lily. refreshing and upbeat, flirty and fun. it’s an unbeatable combination of all the things that make lily great. she has absolutely no qualms about calling it a modern classic.

hoot

BOP. has a lot of the same positives for minhee as nobody and genie. she loves the whole old school thing from this era of lily’s title tracks. one of her personal top favourites (a contender for a slot in the ever rotating top three and five), not least thanks to the choreography in the chorus. she thinks hoot is iconic, and though yes, people would agree, she thinks it deserves to be even more of a widespread opinion.

i got a boy

minhee’s tiny attention span loves i got a boy. she really loves it, like seriously. it’s one of lily’s most active choreographies, and she doesn’t think any other group could pull off a song like i got a boy. who else could get away with it?? she loves how youthful it feels too, and how it managed to be so without it feeling like they’d gone too far back after the mature-ish retro concepts before it.

the boys

for minhee, the boys is kind of like run devil run’s better younger sister. run devil run was a test run, then they took the formula and made it ten times better with the boys. maybe it’s a confidence thing though. her self esteem was never low, per se, but she was definitely better equipped for a concept like this in 2017 than she was in 2015.

be my baby

retro lily best lily! minhee adores be my baby for its return to one of her favourite styles of lily song -- the kind she can really get expressive during. she could be cute and pouty up on stage again, while still acting her age. she had so much fun performing be my baby, and it’s another contender for the top five title tracks in her opinion.

only one

only one is a nice song, for sure, but it’s pretty close to the bottom of minhee’s list. it’s like an unremarkable return to classic lily ... except it’s not fun or cute enough to satisfy minhee’s standards. weirdly, it makes her feel old. as if bc is putting an odd, grainy filter on an otherwise modern song and concept because they doubted whether or not the girls could still pull off the likes of mr. chu or nonono.

luv

luv is uncharacteristically somber when compared to pretty much all of their other title tracks, but minhee, surprisingly, likes it a lot. it’s catchy, both in its music and its choreography, and it’s a good blend of the old school drama type of vibe she gets from something like nobody or be my baby with the sweetness and sincerity of into the new world. a dark horse in minhee’s rankings.

five

five, in minhee’s opinion, is a much better attempt at whatever bc was trying to do with only one. it feels much more like proper original vibes lily, noticeably lacking the inexpiable bad vibes she got off the whole production of only one. everything about five came naturally to her.

remember

remember is a really unique song in lily’s discography in terms of its concept. the nautical summery themes also sort of reminded minhee of nonono and the sailor outfits they wore all the way back then. in the grand scheme of things, it lands squarely towards the end of minhee’s list in terms of preference, but above only one.

mr. mr.

ULTRA BOP. minhee loves mr. mr. so much. it’s got all of the retro influences that she adores, topped with a modern electronic dance flair. she’s conceited, so if you ask her, she’ll tell you that lily were the trendsetters behind retro coming back, citing mr. mr. and, like, half of their earlier title tracks for good measure. again, she’s come a long way since run devil run, and is much more comfortable being cool as well as cute now.

i’m so sick

i’m so sick is retro leaning, has a fun dance, and the styling makes minhee feel like a sad princess in a fantasy version of modern day. it’s perfect. she doesn’t love it as much as a lot of their previous releases, but she thinks it’s a really good concept for them to run with in 2021. she’d admittedly been sort of doubting bc and her decision to renew her contract because of her gripes with only one and remember, but thanks to 2021′s releases, minhee feels pretty satisfied with her choice.

#( * hc )#important!!! bc i've been thinking abt this after listening to my lily playlist on repeat since the restructure was revealed!!!!#gonna do a couple things on eunah and then /: clear out my room so i can get new carpet put down lol and then hopefully either tn or tomorro #i can reply to everyone's messages properly!!! i slept in today even after going to bed early so i'm a little behind schedule

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bihansthot · 4 years

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What witch craft is this? I’m actually uploading a proper fic?! You’re damn right I am, this is my half of my trade with @merplderpl. I typically don’t/won’t write for Havik but I will when presented with Bi-Han in return. So, she drew me a cute little head shot of Bi-Han and she gets, as requested; four pages of rough sex with Havik. I’m just going to put this out there, but if any of you lovelies have none Bi-Han related asks you want me to write, I’m more than willing to try to write whatever as part of a trade. It doesn’t have to be a fic for art, it can be a fic for a fic, a short fic for headcanons, or graphics/gifs whatever. I’m open to all sorts of creative exchanges but yeah having an incentive on my end that is a little more concrete than likes/comments/reblogs has definitely seemed to kick me out of my writers block. So, if you have something in mind feel free to ask or DM me and we can work out a trade. :)

Without further ado, here’s the aforementioned 4 pages of rough sex with Havik, enjoy!

The cleric’s eyes roam over your bound body, admiring his intricate work. For a being of chaos, it was unexpected that one such as him had the patience to dress your body in the long, silken shibari ropes. He chuckles as he pulls at the rope, testing the bonds, knowing full well what a strong and feisty woman you are.

A low whimper escapes your mouth as you feel the chaos cleric tugging on the ropes, each loop and knot delicately yet roughly hugging the supple curves of your body. “H-Havik,” you breath out shakily as he toys with the ropes binding and woven in between your quivering thighs.

“I can’t get enough of seeing you bound and at my mercy,” he peers at your flushed face, his half-skinned visage splitting into a wicked smile. “It’s so against my nature to see anyone restrained in such a way, unable to do as they please, but with you it’s different. Trying to tame you for my own has proved to be the ultimate exercise in chaos.”

You whine in frustration and roll your eyes at the cleric’s posturing, “Just fuck me already, scarecrow.” You scowl at him as you feel your thighs growing damp with the moisture his actions were inspiring.

Havik bends over you, his tall, well-muscled body dwarfing your small frame; as he nips playfully at your ear, “fret not my little badger, I know I can go all out, I’m not afraid of breaking you.” His eyes darken as he spreads your legs apart as he slides his fingers teasingly over your slit.

You curse to yourself as just the slight touch makes your body feel electrified as you squirm with embarrassment. The rough, calloused fingers of the cleric glide ever so softly along your sopping folds, spreading your want messily all over your mound. You arch your back as much as the ropes allow as Havik slips two of his thick fingers slip inside your aching cunt. A loud, breathy cry escapes your lips as his fingers curl inside you, stroking against your sweet spot with strong, almost harsh strokes. A foreign, almost unrecognizable yelp forces its way up your throat and past your lips as you feel his fingers spinning round and round in circles. Havik’s abilities to completely defy reason, logic and physics with his body may seem strange and off-putting to some, but you reveled in it. Your fingers dig into the soft bedding beneath you as you push back against his hand forcing his rotating fingers deeper inside your throbbing cunt. You groan his name as he slips a third finger inside you, pausing only for a moment to stoke and massage your pulsating walls, your growing slickness making the cleric’s actions easy and unhindered as he starts to drive his fingers hard and fast against your sweet spot, forcing your toes to curl with your quickly mounting pleasure. The delicious sensation does not last long much to your dismay after Havik pulls his fingers from your sticky cunt after only a few deep, teasing thrusts.

Before you can even process what was happening, a loud cry is forced out of you as you’re flipped on to your stomach and his hand connects with your full ass, the slap echoing in your bedroom. Another sharp blow follows, your hips jerking forward involuntarily with the force of the slap, pulling another cry from your lips. “Th-that all you got s-scarecrow,” you taunt, voice trembling as you feel heat rapidly pooling in your taut stomach.

“Chatty today are we, my little badger,” the cleric questions, “weren’t you the one just insisting to fuck you already?” Another teasing smack sends ripples through your supple ass, the sight of you being teased below him causing Havik’s thick cock to swell with lust. He takes his hardening length in hand, stroking it in time with his increasingly hard slaps, groaning in anticipation as he smears the gathering pre-cum across his swollen cockhead.

Finally, a wicked, purposefully hard smack has tears welling at the corners of your eyes. You feel your whole body trembling with excitement with every harsh slap, you moan when his hand connects again, a strange mix of embarrassment and arousal washing over you when you realize how damp the silken ropes are becoming, the evidence of your arousal dripping on the bed bellow. You’re torn in the best way, between the pleasure and pain coursing through your body. The fierce slaps from the cleric sending deliciously mixed signals to your brain, as he just chuckles at your dismay. You whine pitifully as you feel more and more familiar heat pooling and tightening your stomach with each smack. You can’t help but let out primal scream of pure pleasure as you feel his thick cock entering you in one rough thrust. It takes all your will power not to cum right then and there, the delicious burn and stretch of the cleric filling you after the teasing build up was pure ecstasy.

Havik lets out a long moan above you, reveling in your tight, wet heat as his hands grip and squeeze your thicc hips. “Look at you, who knew my little badger was such a slut for discipline,” you can practically feel the disdain in his voice.” “Who knew woodland creatures loved cock so much?” he taunts, pulling his hips back, leaving just the tip of his generous dick inside you, waiting impatiently for your reply, fingernails digging into you fleshy hips.

You pant and try and catch your breath as the cleric gives you a moments respite. “H-Havik, it’s because it’s you doing the spanking that I’m so turned on, nothing else, I swear” you groan softly as you tighten your pussy around his thick, throbbing cock. You half expect Havik to leave you here, unsatisfied so you can’t help but yelp as you’re rewarded with another stinging slap across your jiggling ass. Havik’s hand finds its way into your short hair and gives it a harsh tug as his cock spears you open again, slamming into your sweet spot, forcing you to shriek with delight as you nearly topple over from the force.

“You really are a marvel, you know that?” He hisses in your ear before biting down harshly. “Just look at you, the way you do such a good job taking my cock, as rough as I please. Spanking that perfect ass of yours, feeling your pussy tightening around my thick cock. Every inch of you is my playground,” he groans loudly as he grabs your supple hips with both hands, each pointed thrust driving deeper and deeper inside you.

You’re beside yourself at this point, back arching, the ropes digging into your skin, the pain only continuing to add to your pleasure as you fall forward. The unrelenting force of his thrusts leaving you unable to support your weight on your arms any longer, face pressed into the plush bedding as you moan helplessly. Each thrust driving you closer and closer to your peak until you break, you scream his name as your body jerks in his grasp. Your world shatters as your mind goes completely blank. All you can feel is the overwhelming sensation of cumming hard around Havik’s thick cock, squeezing your walls around it in desperate, sporadic pulses.

Your orgasm pulls a deep, gravely moan from the cleric, the most sinful noise you never even thought he was capable of making as his hands grip your hips tighter, blood oozing from under his blunt nails; they don’t stay there for long though. You soon feel your head being wrenched back as his fingers thread into your hair, forcing your exhausted, strained body up and flush with his rock-hard flesh. “Still waiting for me to fuck you?” he hisses in your ear, hips starting to falter as he drives them deeper inside your fluttering cunt.

“N-No,” you stammer out, jerking your head from side to side. You’re already closing in on your second orgasm, it’s impossible not to when each and every thrust forced the velvety head of his cock to slam into your sweet spot. You squirm as best as you can in your bound share, thighs trembling with pleasure and exertion, concentrating on every twitch and pulse of his cock, unable to keep your greedy hips from slamming into the cleric’s, meeting each of his punishing thrusts. Everything about this encounter with your scarecrow has your head spinning, it was all so rough, so delicious it made you feel like you were drowning. Like no matter how hard you gasped, how much he drove his cock inside you that it just wasn’t enough, you needed more, you craved him like air.

“Heh. That’s what I thought. Not so confident with yourself now are you, brat,” Havik grits out through clenched teeth, fighting off his own impending orgasm, starting to lose himself in the vice grip of your velveteen heat.

“N-No H-Havik! Ah! Fuck! Please more I need more! You said it yourself you won’t break me! Ah! Shit! I love the way your cock fills me up! I-it’s so perfect I feel like I can’t breathe!” you cry, every muscle in your body tightening at his smug words. Your shrill cries echoing in the room, drowning out the obscene squelching as the cleric continues driving his hard cock into your dripping cunt. All it takes is a few more well-aimed thrusts and you’re sobbing his name like it was the only word you could remember how to form. The intensity of your second orgasm has you nearly blacking out as you see stars, your whole body drowning in the pleasurable sensations, body thrashing uncontrollably against his.

Havik finally stills his hips, driving himself deeply inside you one last time before groaning your name loudly and emptying himself inside deeply your wrecked cunt.

You can’t help but whine in satisfaction as you’re filled with the cleric’s cum, savoring every drop of his release. You pant and gasp for breath before resting your head on his shoulder, utterly spent before mumbling “if this is how you react to me being demanding, I might have to do it all the time.”

“You keep this up and I may never untie you,” the cleric chuckles as he nips lazily at your neck. He wraps his arms tightly around your body as he collapses on top of you, using you as a pillow as his cock softens inside your warmth.

You smile tiredly as you rub your cheek affectionately against the cleric’s, your body aches, and throbs but you’re too satisfied to care as you drift into a pleasantly exhausted sleep

#Mortal Kombat #havik #mk havik #havik x reader #reader insert #fanfic #trade #trade requests open #requests are open #fic request

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noirbriar · 5 years

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MDZS AU Headcanon dump: Stay (2)

(Part 1 here)

Living with the Wens is interesting to say the least.There’s always something that needs to be done.Although most are suspicious on why the righteous Hanguang Jun would stay with them, helping their daily chores ( “ Lan gongzi!Its okay!””...” ), over time as they did with WWX, they became close ( “Lan Gongzi, you can cook really well! Who taught you?” “Watched.” “Ah?! Lan Gongzi really is a man of many talents!” )

Apart from provisions, LWJ brought some money that allowed Wen Qing to head down to Yiling to open a small clinic of sorts where fourth uncle and other Wens rotate to help out.With that,Allowing them to live better. Wen Ning stays on the Burial Mounds to help with the heavy labour and retrieving herbs.

The one who is still reeling in from shock is our Yiling Laozu. Because it is practically bagging up all he knew about LWJ and throwing out of the window. LWJ keeps WWX company in his den as he worked on the little projects. Sometimes he observes the man in usual silence, other times he reads and enquires on what he’s doing.

( “Hah, Lan Zhan, I know you don’t like these stuff.Not proper of what GusuLan believes in.You don’t need to put an act out of courtesy. You are doing plenty already helping the Wen family.” ”No.” ”Hah?”Not an act.””...?” ”Its not conventional.But your work, its genuine in purpose.””...*cues internal screaming in WWX’s head*...”)

The one that benefits the most is a-Yuan.Who continues to cling to LWJ’s leg, but slowly got weaned of the habit.LWJ teaches a-Yuan, even going as far as allowing him to play on his Qin. WWX continues to tease a-Yuan, telling him he might as well really call LWJ dad at this rate. But WWX’s eyes softens every time he sits beside them.He may not admit it but he’s thankful the child is having a semblance of normalcy in this hellhole. And on occasions where the trio go down the mountain, for the occasional errands or a breather, WWX feels the happiest. His gaze would often land on LWJ and he tries to shake of the weird feelings in him.

(”Lan Zhan.” “Mn.” “What is a-Yuan reading?I-Is that Lan Sect rules?!Why do you even have that here?!” “He was curious.Also good for peace of mind, developing character.” “...He, doesn’t need to read while doing headstands though...?””Builds body.””............” )

However, there are occasions where LWJ, who is still learning about WWX’s mannerisms where he prods the wrong buttons on each other.The arguments don’t really last but when they do usually someone will be there to mediate.Or one of them will cave and continue awkwardly.It was one of these arguments that led to the reveal with WWX screaming, the negative energy in him fluctuating and out of control, that he can’t do much without a Golden Core can he? And LWJ just freezes as the other man breaks down, disorientated and had to be knocked out by Wen Qing.

Wen Qing is reluctant to say anything ( doctor’s oath ) so it was Wen Ning who actually tells LWJ everything.From WWX giving up his core, doing demonic cultivation and his reason for helping the Wens. LWJ who is still young ( twentyish ) realises not everything is right or wrong.Fate sometimes lead people on different roads.

But the only path LWJ wants to walk, is beside the man whose kindness drove him to the corner, alone.The boy who was always lively and a social butterfly, now can only be in the darkness away from others.

When WWX wakes up, the first person he sees isn’t the usual Wens or the siblings but LWJ, humming a familiar lullaby.He realises he is in LWJ’s lap and awkwardly tries to get up but LWJ stops him.He needs to rest.They actually talk now.

(”Isn’t this stupid?I’m practically a invalid now trying to be a sad imitation of a bad guy.””...You aren’t””You don’t need to pity me Lan Zhan.I told you before, I chose this path without regrets.this is what I owed the Jiangs anyway. And this is what I owed the Wens.All my life, the only thing I can proudly say, even with regrets, I am able to make my own choices, and I’ll shoulder the responsibility on my own.””No.””.....?””Not alone.Not invalid.Will stay with you.””Ah? Don’t you hate me Lan Zhan? Why will you even do that?””...Never hated.””...!?”)

Its dark in the cave, but WWX swears he can see LWJ’s ears are tipped a fierce bright red. ( Part 3 here )

#mdzs #mo dao zu shi #headcanonAU #StayAU #lan wangji #wei wuxian #if lan wangji stayed #wen qing #wen ning #wen yuan #wtf are you doing #this is self indulgent trash at this point #so ooc

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allthemarvelousrage · 7 years

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WIP - Phil Coulson’s Personalized Matchmaking for Clueless Superheroes

A post-CATFA, pre-Avengers that might have been, had Phil Coulson been slightly more meddlesome than his canon counterpart.

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It starts like it always does: with his two biggest pain-in-the-ass agents passing vital intel and credible threat assessments Phil can’t ignore.

The very earliest, faintest strains of an oncoming headache begin throbbing across his sinuses as he stares down at the report placed in front of him on his desk. He desperately wants to massage his temples, rub his eyes, scrub at his face until this problem goes away, but he refuses to do that. He refuses to let Barton and Romanoff know how very, very tired he is of them finding the most unique and interesting problems to dump into his lap.

They don’t get to win on his watch. They haven’t earned the satisfaction.

So instead of doing any of the things he so badly wants to do, he folds his hands on the desk in front of him, quirks a skeptical eyebrow at the pair standing quietly on the other side of his desk, and says, “Stark has about a dozen death threats against her. She collects them like trading cards. What makes this one different?”

Barton clears his throat, and his expression shifts into that angelic schoolboy look Phil finds more suspicious than Barton’s normal shit-eating grin. “Well, sir,” he starts, and his eyes flick to Romanoff’s for a moment before focusing back on Phil. “We’ve reliably confirmed that sources outside Stark Industries have come into possession of documents that detail her security arrangements and personal schedules for the next six months.”

Phil never trusts Romanoff’s expressions, because she’s got the best poker face he’s ever seen. He’s built his career on being able to read people’s smallest microexpressions, but Romanoff’s mostly neutral, mildly irritated default death stare is flawless. “Whether she wants to admit it or not, Stark’s a SHIELD asset, and we can’t take the risk that unknown parties could take her out or co-opt her.”

He skimmed the report before they arrived for their debrief, so it’s easy to keep the surprise and concern from showing on his face. He sighs through his nose and closes the open file, then turns his chair to lean back in it and thread his fingers together, elbows on the armrests. “You sound like you’re advocating to assassinate her ourselves, Romanoff.”

He’s inwardly delighted when Romanoff blinks. “No,” she says, and is that a note of uncertainty he’s detecting in her voice? It just might be. “No, sir. Not at all. Just pointing out the potential losses if this intel isn’t taken seriously. When I was undercover in Stark’s company last year--”

“Which you made a fucking mess of doing, I’d like to add,” Barton interjects cheerfully.

Romanoff narrows her eyes, side-eyes Barton and hisses, “Shut your mouth if you value your tongue.”

"You seem to value it too, if I'm not mistaken," Barton continues, gracefully ducking out of the way of Romanoff's backhanded swipe, but coming into range for her sneak attack from behind. "Ow! Hey!"

“Enough,” Coulson says, lets some of his amusement show, mostly because he can’t hold it all in out of sight. “Let’s assume the threat is credible, and critical. What are your recommendations?”

“Undercover, round-the-clock protection,” Romanoff says promptly, fixing Phil with the sort of stare he finds unsettling. “The best we have. Stark’s safety is a matter of national security, no matter what way you look at it. She’s a SHIELD consultant, her company holds government contracts, and she built a working suit of power armor out of a box of scraps in a cave in the middle of nowhere.”

Phil considers, steeples his fingers and slowly rotates his chair so he’s sitting straight behind the desk again. As much as it pains him to admit it, the best of SHIELD is standing in front of him, but he’s not getting the usual vibe that emanates from agents looking for high priority protection details. “Are you asking for the assignment, Romanoff?”

Romanoff’s face does… something. On a normal person, Phil might label the fleeting expression as regret. “No, sir,” she says. “As Clint pointed out, I made a few errors in judgment during my undercover assignment at SI. I don’t think Toni’d welcome me back any time soon. I’m very good, Agent Coulson, but I can’t protect someone trying to actively run away from me.”

Barton leans forward, beaming. “I’ll do it. Where do I sign up?”

Romanoff yanks him back, lets go as he yelps and flails to keep his footing, which he does after some very fancy footwork that impresses even Phil. “Agent Barton’s idea of protecting Stark will be to keep her in bed,” Romanoff says, tucking her hand behind her back again and ignoring Barton’s dirty look. “It might have been effective on past ops, but his personal training regimen has been slacking and I doubt he has the stamina to keep up with Stark in the sack.”

“I hate you,” Barton says sincerely, with another look of absolute filth at Romanoff. “I hate you so much.”

Phil sighs quietly, but doesn’t miss the amused quirk of Romanoff’s mouth, and finds himself smiling faintly in return. “Who would you recommend in your place, Romanoff?”

“May, sir,” she replies promptly. “Carter, maybe. Stark and she have good history. Ward, if she wouldn’t eat him alive on day one. Ogawa’s good, and so is Kimball.”

Phil tries to picture assigning Melinda May to Toni Stark’s protection detail and fails to come up with any scenario that doesn’t result in blood and bodies and a smoking crater where Manhattan used to be. He represses his instinctive shudder. “I’ll take it under consideration,” he says, rests his hand on top of the folder pensively. “Is there anything else I should know about your recent assignment before your official debriefing this afternoon?”

“No sir,” Barton and Romanoff say in perfect unison.

Phil eyes them both speculatively, because that’s about as suspicious as it gets in his books, especially where these two are concerned. But he decides to let it go, in the interest of actually finding half an hour to eat a proper lunch today. “I’ll see you this afternoon in the war room then,” he says, nods to each of them. “You’re dismissed.”

He doesn’t pay attention to Barton and Romanoff’s squabbling as they leave his office, and he only looks up to make sure they closed the door behind them as they exit. Best of the best needed, and the two best have taken themselves out of consideration. Hmm.

It’s gut instinct, but he reaches into his desk, turns the key in the lock of the hidden panel he keeps secured at all times inside his tie drawer, and pulls out two manila folders stamped EYES ONLY in 72-point font. Sets them side by side, just under the threat assessment Barton and Romanoff compiled.

Sits and stares at all three folders for a long time, pensively.

Two problems. Toni Stark. Steve Rogers.

If Phil plays his cards right, Rogers just might take interest in protecting the daughter of a man who had been at the very least an acquaintance of his. And Phil wishes Stark all the luck in the world trying to outstubborn a man who is the orneriest sonofabitch Phil’s ever had the pleasure to meet.

He makes a note in his personal planner to schedule a psych eval at the earliest opportunity, because there’s no way this doesn’t end in tragedy and body counts. But the more he thinks about it, the more he likes it.

In a tiny, distant part of his mind, where his headcanon lives, where both Iron Man and Captain America have shrines set up in their honor, he thinks that maybe, if he plays his cards exactly right, he’ll be able to pat himself on the back at their wedding reception.

#ficlicious writes #wip #stony #female tony stark #steve rogers #phil coulson #avengers fanfic #fanfic rules my life #steve rogers/tony stark

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shop5 · 7 years

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I wrote Kalluzeb fic I don’t really know why but here it is This was really just a way of working out some headcanons for rebel Kallus and what happened after he left the empire

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Kallus went to the room they'd shown him and stood there looking around alone. He didn't know what he was expecting when he got here—probably a cell but this seemed like normal living quarters. With the adrenaline of the fight subsiding some he started to register the pain he was in—a couple of bruised ribs, his face—he pulled off his gloves and felt gingerly around his ribs to make sure nothing was broken—grateful, when he discovered nothing seemed to be.

He looked up when he heard the door slide open holding his breath for a second half expecting the jedi or one of the others coming to interrogate him. He relaxed slightly when he saw Garazeb walk through the door. He was strangely relieved to see the other alive and there was a second of silence as they looked at each other.

Zeb held up the parcel in his hand and tossed it to Kallus. “Brought you some clothes.”

Kallus looked down and them and then back up at Zeb holding the parcel closer. “Thank you.”

“Yeah.” Zeb walked over and flopped down on the bottom bunk. He glanced back over at Kallus. “You might as well change seeing as how we're roommates now we have to get used to that kinda thing.”

Kallus raised an eyebrow. “Roommates?”

“Limited space. Everyone's gotta share.”

“Right.” Kallus said. He ran his fingers over the material on the clothes he'd been given. It was softer then what he was used to but looking back he couldn't remember the last time he'd worn anything but his uniform. He set the parcel on one of the near by crates and moved to get his tunic off, struggling with with the movement that caused a shooting pain every time he tried to turn.

“Do you need help with that?” Zeb said after a while.

Kallus hesitated. “If you wouldn't mind.”

Zeb got up and walked over helping Kallus get himself out of the tunic. Kallus could feel the Lasat's eyes on him. “What?” he said.

“That looks like it hurts,” Zeb said with a grunt. He gestured to the nasty looking bruises that covered a good portion of his torso.

“I'll manage.” “You'll have to we've got were getting low on supplies and there plenty of others worse off.”

Kallus nodded and pulled on the clothes he was given. They fit rather well and he wondered vaguely who they really belonged to.

“Thanks for these.” Kallus said. Zeb just nodded. “Not to look a gift horse in the mouth—but, what happens now?”

“What do you mean?” Zeb said.

“With me what's going to happen.”

“You're cover's blown. Looks like you're a rebel now.”

“Hmm...” Kallus sat down on one of the crates. He didn't regret what he'd done but hearing Zeb say it out loud felt like a strange realization.

“So much for taking your chances with the empire.” Zeb said with only a note of irony.

Kallus smiled a little and looked over at him. “What can I say, a damn bleeding-heart alien got inside my head and had me questioning everything.”

Zeb laughed. Kallus sighed trying really hard to focus on anything that wasn't the pain in his ribs.

“Don't suppose there's anything to eat around here is there?” Kallus said.

“Not until we land no. But actually--” Zeb got up and kicked one of the wall panels open. He pulled out a bottle of something blue and slightly shimmery. “This do you until we get to Yavin?”

“Is that Ortolan Blue?” Kallus said raising an eyebrow.

“What, not good enough for your imperial tastes?” Zeb said opening it.

Kallus got up and walked over holding his side. “Imperial tastes? They serve that in the cantina on the Steel Talon – it's better than the hull stripper we used to drink on Coruscant.” He took the bottle and took a long drink.

“So you are from Coruscant then?” Zeb said taking the bottle back.

“The accent didn't give it away?”

Zeb shrugged. “I am.” Kallus sat down on the edge of Zeb's bunk and looked up at him. “Level 2142. I was a kid, near the end of the clone wars the academy got less picky and started taking recruits from the lower levels.”

Zeb took a seat next to him and handed him the bottle. Kallus took a swig.

“I'm assuming you're the one that vouched for me so. Thanks.” Kallus said.

Zeb patted Kallus' chest with the back of his hand and reached for the bottle setting it aside. “Don't make me regret it.”

Kallus sat back and closed his eyes for a second.

“I'd like an audience with who ever's in command when we get to your base. You said you're running low on supplies—I have information regarding supply points and lines on several different planets mostly in the Outer Rim. I'm sure I have other pertinent information as well.”

“That's probably our first stop anyway so you're in luck.”

Kallus nodded looking down at his hands.

“Was our conversation really what made you turn on them?” Zeb said.

“Our conversation made me realize some things I'd been thinking for a long time.” Kallus looked over at Zeb. “You know on Lasan I was the one that gave the order to use the T-7s – we didn't know what they could do and after that, Admiral Yularen and others argued against them in the senate so we would never have to give that order again.” He hesitated for a second. “Now I think they're working on something much worse. Thrawn had his suspicions but I was never able to gather any solid information on it.”

“What kind of something?” Zeb said.

“The kind of something that requires tons of Quadranium and a lot of need-to-know memos from the top.”

There was a few long seconds of silence before Zeb shook his head. “Nothing we can do about it now. You should get some rest. I can take the top bunk.”

Kallus looked up. “You sure that thing can support you?”

“What are you implying?” Zeb huffed.

“Nothing except that I'm fairly certain this ship's being held together with spare parts and hope. And I'd rather not be crushed while I sleep.”

Zeb shoved him. “This ship got away from you enough.”

“I know. I should be embarrassed.”

Zeb snorted.

“I'm not that tired anyway.” Kallus said.

“What do you want to do then?” Zeb said.

“Have some more of that booze?”

Zeb handed him the bottle.

“If you've got cards and a couple of dice we could play Corellian Spike—” He took a swig of the drink. “Or rather more specifically you can watch me win at Corellian Spike.”

“Is that so?” Zeb said getting up. He grabbed the Sabacc deck and some dice from one of the compartments and dragged a crate over to use as a table. “Because I'm pretty sure you're the one that'll be watching me win.”

“Care to put a wager on that?”

Zeb sat across from him and shuffled the cards. “Alright when I win you're doing my laundry rotation for the next two cycles.” He started to deal the cards.

“Right, and when I win you're doing mine.”

Zeb snorted. “When you win.”

Kallus picked up his cards and looked at them.

***

They were three rounds in before Zeb finally slammed his fist down on the crate. “You're cheating.”

Kallus smirked and laid another card down. “It's your deck how could I possibly be cheating.” He looked up. “Your move.”

Zeb opened his mouth to say something else when the door to the room slid open again. Kallus straightened up when he saw Hera standing there.

“I see you boys are settling in.” She said. She looked between them.

Zeb muttered something under his breath.

“Very well ma'am. Your hospitality. It's more than I deserve.” Kallus said.

Hera waved a hand. “We'll be landing shortly. Agent Kallus if you're feeling up to it the council has requested to speak with you right away.”

Kallus looked over at Zeb for a second before turning back to Hera. “I'll be fine, tell them I'm more then happy to speak with them.”

When Hera left Kallus looked back at Zeb. “So what's that, six cycles on laundry you owe me now?” Zeb grumbled collecting the cards. “This isn't over.”

Kallus got up and patted Zeb on the shoulder. “Maybe next time I'll let you win.”

***

When they got to Yavin IV they landed on a bustling tarmac. Kallus looked around as he walked with the others to command. It was certainly much larger and more well organized than he'd expected. He'd expected a loose contingent of rogue agents like the Ghost this was much more substantial. The Empire underestimated them. He'd underestimated them too.

“Yavin wasn't even in our periphery.” Kallus said off-handed mostly to himself. “It's incredibly clever. The planet proper masks your location and the forest would make a ground assault damn near impossible even if they did find it.”

“Not so much If they really are building a super weapon.” Zeb said.

Kallus looked up at him. “Perhaps not.”

Once off the tarmac they entered one of the old temples that had been, what seemed like, hastily converted into a hanger and command center. Everything seemed functioning but ramshackle and all the personal looked tired. He walked with the Ghost crew into the council room where they were met with stares ranging from welcoming to skeptical. A few he recognized. Some of these people were senators or government officials of varying degrees—a few he knew he'd seen in Admiral Yularen's office before. Kallus kept his mouth shut and his eyes forward trying his hardest to keep himself upright if only to sooth his own pride.

“Agent Kallus,” said and even voice when they got closer to the center of the room.

He looked over. “Senator Mothma.” He said with a small bow and only the slightest hint of surprise.

“Have we met?” she said looking at him closer.

“A long time ago ma'am I was assigned to your security detail when I was a cadet.”

“The name did sound familiar,” she said. Kallus glanced around. “You're holding your side are you sure you're up to this now?”

“With all due respect, ma'am if we wait any information I have may be unusable. The empire is...efficient at tying loose ends.”

Senator Mothma nodded.

The Ghost crew was dismissed with thanks from the council and Kallus stayed alone to relay what intel he could. Stenographers were brought in to record the information and send it to the appropriate units in real time. He told them about supply routes and holding stations, recruitment centers in the outer rim and as much as he knew about labor camps and the slave trade. The senators seemed to have a keen interest on learning anything they could about governor Tarkin, the science division and why the empire was stripping Jedha. Kallus answered their questions to the best of his ability and after what felt like hours he was released. He felt drained.

When he left the council room he found Zeb sitting outside against the wall.

“Don't tell me you've been waiting out here this whole time.”

Zeb snorted. “I don't like you that much.” He stood up and handed Kallus a bag.

Kallus took it skeptically. “What's this?”

“Dinner. Didn't want you to miss it.”

“Thanks.” Kallus said. He opened the bag and was a little shocked to see a real sandwich and fruit.

“What's wrong,” Zeb said. Kallus looked up.

“Nothing, just surprised. I was expecting rations.”

Zeb shook his head. “One good thing about Yavin there's always fresh food.”

“I couldn't tell you the last time I had something that wasn't freeze dried or prepackaged.”

Zeb laughed. “Well you can get used to it for a while. It looks like we're grounded, until the heat's off.”

“I've never really liked staying in one place to long,” Kallus said. “Makes it easier for ghosts catch up with you.”

“Yeah I know the feeling.” Zeb said He gestured for Kallus to follow him. “Come on we'll find a place to sit until they sort out where we're staying. The Ghost is in for repairs.” Kallus closed the bag deciding to just eat when they stopped again rather then trying to eat and walk at the same time. Zeb lead them back out onto the tarmac and through another building that appeared to be some sort of chop shop for droids and other parts.

“Is that a K2 unit?” Kallus said gesturing to a disassembled droid charging in the corner. It's voice box seemed to be missing but the droid followed them with it's eyes. Zeb glanced over.

“I hear that's lieutenant Andor's pet project at the moment.” Zeb said.

“If he gets it working it'll probably be useful. They can tap into essentially any imperial tech.”

“That so?” Zeb said. “Maybe the kid's onto something.”

Kallus nodded. They walked for a while not saying much until they came to a more lived in part of the base. A mishmash of smaller buildings and pop-up barracks that looked republic era. Zeb lead him to a more secluded rec area near the edge of a lake where they could sit down and he was grateful for it.

Kallus set the bag on the ground and started getting out the contents to eat them.

“They really grilled you in there, huh?” Zeb said glancing over at him. “You were in there a while.” “They asked me a lot of questions,” Kallus said through a bite of the food. “A lot I didn't have much on but I tried to help as much as I could.”

“Not much more you can do than that.”

Kallus nodded. “The base is impressive.”

“Getting bigger everyday,” Zeb said. “Most of these buildings weren't here last time I was here.”

“The recruits seem young. Tired. They're not soldiers.” Kallus said.

“They've seen their share of combat.” Zeb said.

“You know what I mean.” Kallus said.

“Yeah, I know what you mean.”

They were quiet for a bit, while Kallus ate and looked out over the lake. Zeb was pulling at the grass on the shore. It seemed ridiculously peaceful considering where they'd been just a day before.

“Senator Mothma suggested I take a job training intelligence agents. She thinks I could do some good there,” Kallus said.

“Not really that surprising given the circumstances.” Zeb said.

“No I suppose not.” Kallus set the bag with the food aside. “You know I didn't expect to make it out of there alive.”

“We don't leave a man behind.” Zeb said. “That'll be you're undoing you know.” Kallus said. “It's worked out for us so far.”

Kallus laughed. “Thrawn will stop at nothing to hunt us down you do know that don't you? We're a blight on his near flawless record.”

Zeb smirked. “That will be his 'undoing,'” Zeb said.

Kallus shook his head with a tired smile just as Zeb's datapad buzzed. He took it out and glanced it over.

“Looks like they found us a room after all and it's not even bunks.”

“Thank the maker.” Kallus said.

Zeb rolled his eyes and got up. He reached a hand to Kallus to help him up too.

“We've got to check in but after that I think we both need to rest.” Kallus ran a hand through his hair. “Yes, I don't think I'm going to argue with you this time.” He tried to stretch out and winced when a shooting pain almost made him double over. Things always seemed to hurt worse when they were healing. He was taken off guard when he suddenly felt Zeb scoop him up. “What are you doing?” he said almost sounding offended.

“It's a long walk back across the base and you can barely keep yourself upright.”

“I'm perfectly capable to walk—this is so undignified.” Kallus complained.

“It's late most people are at the cantina or in bed now one's going to see you. You could just say thank you.”

“Alright fine. But only because I want to get there faster.” Kallus leaned into the lasat more his fur was softer then he'd imagined.

Zeb wasn't wrong on the whole way back to the barracks they saw maybe two or three people.

“There's a blackout order after sunset,” Zeb said like he knew what Kallus was thinking. “Leaves the base less vulnerable.”

“Smart plan.” Kallus said.

When they were near check in. Zeb set Kallus down and got their pass codes. He gestured for Kallus to follow him. “We'll get you set up with personnel tomorrow. You'll need a security clearance.”

Kallus just nodded as Zeb opened the door to their room.

“Not much but it's more comfortable then the ship.”

“I've slept on ships so long I don't know if I'll be able to sleep somewhere that's actually quiet.” Kallus said. He looked around the room. It was about the size of most rooms he'd had with the empire. Two beds but it was cozier. It looked lived in and less cold.

“I know the feeling,” Zeb said. He sat down on one of the beds and started taking his things off. Kallus sat on the other bed and kicked his boots off laying back. “The fresher's up the hall. It's fresh water not sonic and the four units in this building share it so you might have to wait.”

Kallus looked over at him. “You know I don't think I've ever used one that wasn't sonic.”

Zeb laid back when he'd stripped down to shorts. “There are some perks to being a rebel.”

Kallus looked him over and wanted to ask about his scars but decided against it for now. He looked at the ceiling as Zeb turned the lights down with his data pad. Part of him still thought he was going to wake back up in a cell on the Chimaera, but for now he could hear Zeb's breathing slow and the water lapping the shore of the lake outside, and for the first time, in very long time, he felt himself being lulled into a comfortable sleep.

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