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Calico Jack / Spanish Jackie (which I'm tentatively calling Jack^2ie) fic where Jack washes up at Jackie's after the cannonball, or after Anne and Mary throw him out, or some other low point, and Jackie sees him lying there passed out drunk and tells him to get the fuck out. He's too drunk to move and she has to get two of her husbands to throw him out.
Later, after being kicked out of every other bar in the republic, Jack comes back and applies for a job. Apparently no pirate crews are willing to work for him and he's not about to be anything other than a captain. He clearly knows a thing or two about liquor and she's recently out another husband, so she decides to give him a shot.
Jack turns out to be really good at parting drunk fools with their money, and Jackie takes him on full-time. He starts flirting with one of her other husbands, to which she asks him what the fuck he's doing. Jack figured that if they're all her husbands, they're all each other's husbands too, but Jackie shuts that down--they're all her husbands, and her husbands belong to her. Jack realizes he's into that.
After their wedding, while Jackie is carving the SJ into Jack's cheek, he lets out an "oh, fuck yeah, baby" and Jackie snorts. One of her other husbands complains that he's not allowed to call her baby, but she says she likes the way he says it.
#and then she pegs him and they live happily ever after#later steddyhands show up and feel mildly jealous that they don't have a shot with him#i actually started writing this one then i decided i already have too many other ideas so. here's this#our flag means death#ofmd#jack2ie#spanish jackie#calico jack#fanfic ideas
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dreamies w a clingy s/o
ㅤㅤㅤ💭my mom is one of the most delusional nanadoongies i've ever met. when he said "ice cream" she cried lmaooo #so real
✿ fluff , suggestive !! ㅤ
markৎ 마크
he loves it. he loves you.
he spends his days avoiding hugs from the members purely because none of them could ever come close to, or even compare to you at all. he can’t explain it without going all brain dead; but you give off this warmth he’s only ever experienced with you.
“baby..” he whispers as he climbs under the covers besides you. “hug me?”
immediately you turn into his chest and indulge in him.
if he could announce it to the world he would; to tell everyone he needs you. more than you’ll ever truly know. you make him feel at ease — content. and if you let him, he'd really like to spend the rest of his life in your arms.
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renjunৎ 仁俊
he honestly never would've pegged himself for a snuggler — not to this extent at least. he feels this constant urge to be with you. sometimes he'd jump in the shower with you just to be near.
and he adores you the most when you reciprocate his actions.
as soon as he leaves your shared apartment to head off for work, he's instantaneously bitter. he longs for your kisses and hugs all day.. anyone that were to walk pass him would assume he's really going through it — and he is, he is so knees wobbling weak for you.
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jenoৎ 제노
runs home. in a car? holds that gas pedal down with might.
as soon as his phone dinged and saw your message bubble, reading, "need you jen" he was gone. he loves that you need him — depend on him even.
so when you call or even send the shortest text, his day is instantly better.
he loves when you whine for him, any part of him. and you love the way he gives in every single time. some days the need is stronger, and on those days he can't help but fall to his knees.
the way you call out his name has his heart racing.
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haechanৎ 동혁
....isn't very fond actually. he needs to be validated and reassured, yes, but to haechan the only way for him to feel like you truly accept him as a whole is if he could comfortably initiate physical contact himself.
don't get me wrong, he does appreciate you and everything you do.
although, sometimes he may need a little time alone to lay in his own thoughts, he would absolutely love if you'd just lay there in his arms.
keeping him warm.
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jaeminৎ 재민
thinks you're too cute for this world. he loves when you reach out for him. seeing you smile because of him makes him so beyond words.. happy.
despite this, he cant help but think about you in lewd situations. under him maybe, tugging at his necklace for a kiss. he'd try but he could never deny you a kiss, even if he were mad.
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chenleৎ 辰乐
loves you no matter what. if you hated physical contact or vise-versa, he doesn't care. as long as you come home to him, he's set.
not really on the clingy set but if you joined in on his activities, he'd be so beyond happy.
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jisungৎ 지성
he admires you so much. follows you like a lost puppy, each step you take, he takes the same one.
he needs guidance, and you happily lead him. but when you turn around to check on him, wondering if he's keeping up — he can't help but smile. or when you run your fingers through his hair, when you pull him into a hug after a good talk.
it isn't hard to see that he needs you.
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Hellooooo. Javi x female reader where she dommes him, he’s a bratty sub and maybe she could even peg him? I think It’d be a great dynamic which not only would give more power to the woman but could also explore male anal pleasure!! Xoxox
oooh I love it!! I hope you like this, bby❤️
cold sweat || Javier Peña x f!reader**
word count: 1k
warnings: pegging, dom!reader, sub!Javi, male masturbation.
AGELESS/EMPTY BLOGS & MINORS WILL BE BLOCKED!
Being with a man like Javier Peña came with its challenges. All he had time and patience for was sex, and you happily complied with that. You weren’t looking for anything more in such treacherous times. You quickly got the hang of his persona, his charm, and how he liked to do things. He was one to prefer rough and quick fixes, seldom taking the rare opportunity to spend a few extra minutes going down on you or trying out a new position, slow and steady.
But Javier began to discover more about you too, and he found that you had a knack for being dominant as well. Surprisingly, Javier found himself pleading for you and your touch more often than not.
And, even more surprisingly, he liked it.
He liked it when you took charge. He liked the look on your face when he begged you to fuck him already. It was a whole other side of him that he enjoyed exploring with you, and you sure appreciated and liked to know that he was open to your needs and desires as well.
Tonight though, he dared go a bit further. Tonight, he teased and toyed with you so much throughout dinner, you began to lose your patience. You warned him in the sultriest tone possible to not start something he can’t finish, to which he had responded, in the same tone, “I never do, and I always finish”.
Now, after having spent half an hour on the way back to his apartment continuing with his bratty remarks, Javier found himself naked on the bed, on all fours. Anticipation got his head spinning and his heart in his throat.
“Have you ever tried this?” you asked from the bathroom.
“Not really. I’ve been a little curious, not gonna lie.”
You chuckled, appearing in the door frame, strapped up. “I’m glad to hear that. ‘Cause I’m gonna teach you a thing or two about being a brat. Kind of like you taught me when we started going out, remember?”
Javier smiled fondly. “I remember very well, querida.”
“Good. And remember, if you are uncomfortable or in any pain, you use the safe word. Are we clear?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Good boy.”
You squirted the lube on your hands, carefully spreading it around the tight ring of flesh, closely listening to Javier’s sounds. You peppered a few kisses on his butt and his back, letting him know that while you were there to teach him a good lesson, you were still attentive to the situation. You spread some more lube on the strap’s head, guiding it carefully to the entrance you prepared prior. You fit the tip carefully and very slowly, stealing glances at Javier’s face up front, contorted in a mixture of pain and pleasure.
“Are you okay? How’s this feel?” you checked.
Javier grunted, adjusting to the feeling of warmth and fullness inside of him. This must be what she feels, he fleetingly thought. He shuddered.
“Good,” he replied.
“You want all of me in?”
“Yes, baby, please.”
“Do you think you deserve it?”
“Please, I need it.”
“You need me inside you like this? Hm?”
You didn’t move, allowing him to adjust to the size and the sensation.
“Yes, fuck—“
You deemed that was enough, so you gave the first experimental thrust. Javier moaned, his breaths shallow and unsteady, just like him. You pushed in a little deeper, leaning over his back to hear more of his reactions.
“Still good?” you asked.
“Yes.”
“You want my cock, hm?”
“Yes, please—“
“Hmm, I don’t know if you deserve it. You’ve been kind of a brat the whole evening.”
“I’ll be good, I fuckin’ promise, I just—just move, please baby. I need you.”
“Yeah? Want me to fuck you like this?”
“Fuck yes.”
You gave another thrust, still slow, and Javier moaned again. Seeing him like this, so obedient and needy and on your knees for you, while you remained so deeply sheathed inside you was such a rush. It sent a gust of heat straight to your core. You knew you’d want him the same way a bit later.
But for now, you focused on the task at hand, fulfilling both your needs.
You start to move a bit more, with Javier grunting appreciative things in return.
“Can I—can I touch myself, querida?” he dared ask. “P-Please.”
“Not yet.”
You knew he was impossibly hard and that he could come at any second, but this was supposed to be a form of punishment after all. Javier soldiered through, though the aching need to jerk himself off while you fucked him like that was overpowering him. But he was stubborn, and he knew he had this coming all along.
“You take me so good, baby,” you say, picking up the pace in the slightest. “Doing so good for me.”
Javier could only grunt. If you kept going at that pace, he’ll come without even a single touch on his weeping cock.
“Tell me how good I make you feel.”
“So—fucking good, querida—so fucking good.”
The sounds emerging from his mouth are truly sinful, a pleasure in and of itself.
“Now you can touch yourself.”
All too eager, Javier’s hand instinctively grabbed his cock and began stroking. The pleasure building within was insurmountable: so full and warm with you, and so desperate with his own touch. He groaned when you grinded into him, snapping your hips at a moderate pace, chasing his high just as much as he was chasing his own.
“Can I come?” he asked. “Can I—please come? So close…”
“Are you gonna be a brat still?”
“N-No.”
“Then you can come.”
With a few more strokes and a few more thrusts, Javier spilled himself over the bed, unable to contain his moans. He’s never felt pleasure quite like this, surrounding him and overwhelming him.
And by whatever God was out there, it was marvelous.
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Sad girl - fourteen
summary: James has an interesting new business proposal and one hell of a condition to deal with.
pairing: Mob!Bucky Barnes x Reader
warnings: cursing, Bucky’s smartass, the feelings, smut, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), sub Bucky if you squint.
word count: 2.1k
part 13 | series masterlist
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Nat had become her glam squad at this point, helping her get ready for every event she had to attend. Glam squad, shopping buddy, bodyguard, and friend were the titles that she happily wore. Both women were in the bathroom of Bucky’s D.C. condo, getting Doll ready for the party. Neither had even seen Steve, Sam, or Bucky since they’d arrived earlier that morning. She had gotten a text from Bucky to confirm the details for the night but not much else. It stung that he had gone back to short and formal messages after doting on her while he was away.
The ring boxes sat heavily on the counter, her stare focused entirely on them as she sat and let Nat do her hair. She hadn’t spoken the entire time and her usual chatter was missed by the woman doing her hair.
“Rethinking your decision?”
“What?” she blinked at Nat through the mirror, “Oh no just confused I guess. He tried to be this macho asshole when he left but then acted like a loving husband while he was gone and now he’s back to being a dick.”
Nat hums in agreement as she gently rubs oil into the ends of the other woman’s hair.
“I thought making him work for my forgiveness would have him waiting for me with a room full of roses but this,” she shakes the phone in her hand, “this is what I get. No ‘how are you?,’ ‘how was the flight?’, nothing. Did I push him too far?”
Taking a deep breath and setting her hands on Doll’s shoulder, Nat meets her gaze in the mirror, “I think he genuinely felt bad for how he tried you and when you didn’t come running back to him, his ego got bruised and now he’s putting up a wall to prevent that from happening again.”
Her shoulders shag in Nat’s gentle grasp, “Oh my god and I got that dress and had that ring engraved and I had this whole plan for the limo. Oh my god what am I going to do?”
“Woah, woah what was the limo plan? You didn’t say anything about that.”
Looking rather sheepishly, she exposes her plan to Nat, “I had Steve arrange for us to have a separate limo to the party so I could… you know…”
Nat raises an eyebrow, “What? What were you going to do?”
“You know, dominate him because he did the same thing to me,” she mumbles weakly, not bothering to look at Nat’s surprised face.
“You were going to dominate him right before a senator’s party in his honor?”
She barely nods in confirmation and Nat squeezes her shoulders in excitement, “If that isn’t the hottest thing I’ve ever heard. You have to do that.”
It’s her turn to be surprised, turning her head to actually look at Nat, “What? You think it’s a good idea?”
“Of course I do. He needs someone to challenge him every once in a while. It might be good for his ego to be taken down a few pegs.”
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Seven o’clock on the dot and the limo pulled up in front of the condo. Before Bucky could open his door to get her, the other door opened and in a blur of white, she slid into the seat next to him.
“Bye Nat,” she wiggled her fingers in goodbye to the smirking redhead who returned her wave.
The partition instantly closed and it was just the two of them, the jewelry box in her lap, and a lot of unanswered questions. As the limp pulled away from the curb, she said nothing while she adjusted the necklaces around her neck. She had yet to even acknowledge Bucky and the anticipation is starting to itch under his skin. He’s staring at, eyes burning holes into her as he takes in her form. The corseted top perfectly hugged her chest, leaving enough hidden that he knew she would be the center of attention. The slit showed off the legs he had been dreaming of for the last week and the white against her skin gave her an angelic glow.
Feeling his burning gaze, she smirked to herself and removed the box from her lap to set them on the seat in the middle, “There’s your ring.”
She could see the gulp he took as he reached for the box and the accompanying look of shock when he saw what the ring was.
“I had my initials engraved on it. I have yours on my necklace so it’s only fair you wear mine too.”
She watches from the corner of her eye as he takes the ring out to inspect it further before sliding it on his ring finger.
“It looks good,” she finally looks over at him and sticks her hand out so he can get a look at her ring, “I think our rings make quite the pair, don’t you think?”
The diamonds sparkle under the passing lights, catching every ray of light that comes in through the darkened windows of the limo. He gently takes her hand, sending sparks through her, and turns it side to side to look at it. A small hum comes from him, voice stuck in the back of his throat.
“You can speak,” her voice is mocking at his silent state as she takes her hand back.
“Doll you look amazing. Better than I imagined,” it’s deep and gruff, filled with desire.
“I know,” it’s her turn to take in his form. She had half expected him to be wearing a uniform however she found him in a midnight blue three-piece suit complete with his usual watch and pearl bracelet.
“You look good too,” her simple compliment made him want to launch himself at her to get more out of her signature red lips, however, she’s faster than him.
She straddles him, causing him to make a surprised noise but it’s muffled by her hand covering his mouth. The look of surprise and lust is one she wants to cherish except she has a limited amount of time to enact her plan. His hands grip her hips tightly as her free hand pops the button of his slacks and slips inside his boxers. The feeling of her soft hand around him is too much and he throws his head back, moans and curses muffled by her hand still. The noises he makes cause a deep ache inside of her and her underwear are growing wetter by the moment. She fully takes him out and bunches her dress up so she can slide her underwear to the side. Sinking down on him both of them let out loud moans at the feeling. Satisfied with her position, she tightens the hand on his mouth and uses the other to put pressure on his neck.
“You really thought I would let you get away with trying to dominate me like that?” she purrs into his ear as she sets a slow and deep pace, dragging her hips at an achingly slow pace.
“You should know better than that. I told you I was in control but yet you had to test me, didn’t you? I should use you to get off and make you wait to cum until the end of the night,” she chuckles darkly as the man beneath her shakes and tries to plead against her palm.
“It’s cute you think you have a say,” she picks up her pace while the sound of bodies slapping against each other fills the air, “keep your hands on my hips and cum when I say.”
She removes her hand from his mouth to steady herself on his shoulder and filthy, loud moans pour out as they move against each other. As they approach the party, they both tense and chant the other’s name chasing their highs together.
“Cum for me Bucky, let go with me,” she demands of him as she pants.
A string of fucks and shits leave his mouth as they cum together. She rests her head on his shoulder as she catches her breath. She checks the time on his watch and slides off of him, both of them hissing at the feeling.
He watches her as she fixes her dress and checks her hair and makeup on her phone. Shooting him a small smirk, she makes a gesture to his pants, “Fix yourself. We’re almost at there.”
“Yes ma’am,” he says under his breath, tucking himself back into his pants and fixing his suit.
Just as they catch their breath, the partition slides down and the driver tells them that they have arrived. Taking his hand into hers, Doll says, “After you Sergeant.”
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As most politicians’ parties are, this one is especially stuffy and rigid, especially considering that it’s in someone’s home. The wannabe White House is filled with politicians, their less-than-happy wives, and enough security you’d wonder if there’s something more serious and sinister going on. Posing as the most perfect couple, Bucky and Doll had been arm and arm, dazzling everyone with their love-drunk smiles. Neither had made mention of what had happened in the limo however that is the first thing on his agenda when Bucky gets her alone.
Steve and Sam had wandered off some time ago but the line of pushy senators and their judgmental wives was slowly coming to an end. Same as the fundraiser weeks ago, the men were all too focused on Doll’s cleavage and the women left their hands on Bucky’s arm for far too long.
“James tells me you two got married a couple of weeks ago,” one overly dramatic woman had said, feigning joy at the couple.
“Oh yes, we did! It was a small ceremony but so perfect,” Doll responded, her left hand coming to his chest so the older woman could see her admittedly massive rings. At the sight, she’d wrinkled up her nose before whispering a “congratulations” and walking away.
“She acted like I sucked you off in front of her,” Doll says, watching the woman disappear into the crowd.
Chuckling, Bucky follows her eye line to the retreating woman, “We did come in looking less than presentable.”
“I made sure we both looked normal when we came in.”
“Speaking of that, care to explain?”
She can feel his blue eyes on the side of her face so she turns to look at him, “I made it pretty clear, didn’t I? I am not your submissive housewife. I’m in control just as much as you are and you needed a reminder of that.”
“Trying to assert your dominance then.”
“I’d say I was successful,” she says under her breath as Steve and Sam make their way back to the couple.
Bucky smirks, hand finding the middle of her back and smiles at the two approaching men. Steve informs them that the host wants to make a toast and that they need to make their way outside.
“You never told me why they were honoring you three for.”
“Guess you’ll have to wait and see,” he says while guiding her towards the backyard which is really a well-manicured garden.
“Jesus it looks like they live on the set of Bridgerton,” whispering to Bucky, her eyes wide taking in the elaborate hedges and rose bushes around them.
“Isn’t this what Anthony’s house looks like?”
“We lived in his apartment. It wasn’t until Morgan was born that Pepper decided they needed a house outside of the city and ‘away from the violence’ that they bought that house,” she explains, using air quotes around most of the statement.
His thought is interrupted by the host, a short older man in a violently blue suit, who begins to speak.
“Welcome everyone! My wife and I want to say thank you for joining us this evening,” he shouts over the crowd, greedily grabbing his much younger wife, “We asked you here to celebrate three very special gentlemen and what they have done for this country. Steven Rogers, Samuel Wilson, and James Barnes fought bravely for our country in Iraq together only to come back and continue to serve us selflessly. These three men have given most of their lives to protect their fellow American citizens and we can’t thank them enough. In addition to being fearless soldiers, they are also close friends of mine as well as many of you so let’s raise our glasses in honor of them. To Steven, Samuel, and James!”
The crowd erupts into a cacophony of shouts, cheers, and hoorahs. Cameras flash, blinding the four as the senator poses with them, no doubt using their veteran and mercenary statuses to garner more votes and support.
In between photos, she leans over to Bucky to clarify their earlier conversation, “All this to show off his fancy toy soldiers.”
“Something like that.”
“Now I see why you’re such a controlling asshole, always under the thumb of smaller and weaker men.”
The hand on her hand shifts to harshly grab her waist, “Or I have a spitfire for a wife.”
“You wouldn’t have it any other way.”
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In your fic how would your describe the relationship between the dark just dancers?
Competitive and tense. They aren't friends in the slightest and would happily destroy each other if it would win them Night Swan's favour.
Sara is shallow and conniving. Everyone she meets is merely a means to her end. Each of the other Dark Just Dance crew are nothing more than competition to her, people she has to overshadow and outwit to win approval from Night Swan. Desperate for approval and recognition from her, Sara would happily set any one of them on fire in an instant. She hates Jack more than anyone.
Brezziana is a loyal and strong General, dedicated to the good of the Swan Empire. She's the closest thing Sara has to a friend but to call it friendship would be generous. She'll happily back Sara up if she wants to, but is more than happy to tear Sara down a peg or ten when she gets too big for her boots - i.e. she has beaten the crap out of Sara more than once.
Mihaly is powerful but is merely a drone. Head empty, no original thought. Only acts when instructed. Has no strong thoughts or feelings towards anyone as independent thought in their head is too risky. Usually will be found following Brezziana's instruction, though will take direction from any of the Dark Just Dancers as long as it doesn't counteract an order from Night Swan.
Jack Swan thinks himself better than anyone, but only ever really butts heads with Sara. As Night Swan's only biological child, his instructions are almost regarded the same as hers, though it's not an authority he wields very much. Everyone except Sara recognises him as an authority and regards him as the Swan Prince. To Sara he is a pompous pig who isn't good enough for Night Swan. She only acknowledges his status when forcefully reminded to.
Wanderlust is similar to Mihaly, a somewhat mindless drone. He acts almost exclusively from instructions, primarily those given by Jack Swan. His corruption went deep and was designed to make him loyal and submissive, an attitude that latched onto Jack after the Swan Prince was born. The bond between them allows him to act independently towards maintaining Jack's happiness and safety in a many number of ways, leaving him blind to everything and everyone else. He holds no loyalty to anyone but Jack.
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I like the idea of Night Swan claiming them being like 'They were the Just Dancers, but now they are my children' and with Jack being her actual child makes him that much more arrogant, and Sara that much more petty and bitter and spiteful.
So yeah they basically barely even tolerate each other - except Jack and Wanderlust obviously
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Listen, I'd have less of an issue with Elseworlds concepts for Harley in live action if we'd EVER gotten an accurate showing of her origin story, the manipulation that runs throughout every second of every session they had together and the sheer and graphic brutality of the abuse she's endured at his hands, but we haven't.
And I doubt we're going to.
Regardless if you want to face it or not, the live action films reach a much larger audience than the animated shows or movies or comics. They're popular, but these live action films have a chance to bring in a Huge outside audience and that's apparent with Harley's surge in popularity after Suicide Squad.
And right now, every version of her origin that's been shown in live action is either a watered down little montage with heavy censoring that can (and Did) leave audiences with a horrifically skewed perspective on the actuality of their relationship, or is reported to be a completely changed and altered dynamic where she's not even a fucking psychiatrist at Arkham, she's a fellow patient.
Like, an important aspect of Harley's origin and the entirely of her character as a domestic abuse survivor is that it's showing that no matter who you are, no matter how much you think "I wouldn't fall for that, I'm smarter than that", or believe that you'd easily pick up the red flags, or that you're trained to see these things so it couldn't happen to you-
That's just not always true. You can still fall victim to these types of people.
Anyone can fall victim to an abusive, manipulative mastermind.
"You little fool. The Joker doesn't love anything except himself.
Wake Up, Harleen.
He had you pegged for a hired help the second you walked into Arkham."
"That's not... No... No!
He told me things, secret things he never told anyone!"
"Was it his line about the abusive father? Or the one about the runaway mom? He's gained a lot of sympathy with that one."
"Stop It! You're making me confused!"
"What was it he told that one parole officer? Oh yes, "there was only one time I ever saw dad really happy, he took me to the ice show when I was 7."
"Circus... He said it was the circus."
"He's got a million of them, Harley."
/ also I think it's important to point out based on Batman's "You and the Joker?" reaction that, despite her relationship with Joker being near the 7 year mark in this episode, he did not Know this "thing" with them was anything more than the standard henchmen/henchwoman type relationship most rogues have with their goons.
And the minute he does, he tries to get through to her. He tries to get through to Harleen. And then in the end, when he's almost got it, she's almost convinced and seeing the truth, he calls her Harley. He calls her by the name she's going by now, not the woman he believes to be trapped inside, but the one in front of him who's crying while her world is crumbling before her eyes.
It does not matter how trained you are, or how prepared you believe yourself to be, it can happen to Anyone. And it's No One's fault except the abuser for the actions the abuser takes.
But you can be the smartest person in the room and still be abused.
However, now, instead, we've got yet another film that's going to completely miss the mark and make a mockery of her journey. And instead of it being a first Live Action appearance for her and many others and whatnot like Suicide Squad was, this film is different.
This is a sequel to a film that's already got a fan base full of apologists for him. A fan base full of incels who have taken him on as their icon, as their role model, and we all fucking know it.
However they portray her character in this is going to stick with people and a lot of those folks are going to happily believe and treat this as if it's the true reality for her origin. No matter what other medias say, this is the accurate one. This is the one that's finally just allowing them to be together and not toxic. This is the one that's "not butchering his character so she can be the victim", he just gets to be his goofy little self and isn't changed so her story can exist.
And the only other live action movie that these people will or have watched that's got her character is Suicide Squad, as it's apparent so many of them clearly do not care about the 3 decades worth of evidence showing their actual relationship.
Cause facing the fact that that crusty ass disgusting man Is, and Has Been, a domestic abuser would make their constant woobification of him all the more difficult.
And why would they do that when they could just keep pretending he's not the fucking problem.
#tw abuse mention#tw clown boy#mentioned#harley quinn#harleen quinzel#dc comics#batman#bruce wayne#that scene from btas lives rent free in my head#from the voice acting to the dialogue to the little 'clev'a?!' 'brilliant' moment ❤️
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Lavender Roses ~ (Kyoya Ootori x Reader)
pairing- Kyoya Ootori x Reader
In which a rational head hides a generous heart, but you have always known how to see past his walls and help him bloom into the gorgeous rose he is.
Enjoy a slow burn between an honor student and our beloved glasses character!
-> word count: 5.8k
-> summary: Kyoya walks with the rest of the host club as they wait for you and Haruhi to finish up your exams. His mind continued to flicker back to the conversation he had with you earlier.
Maybe it’s not just them.
He realized he never got to finish.
Maybe it could be us.
-> i'm so tired rn.
tw!: it's that scene in the changing room, so it has a feel of SA, but no actual SA happens! just be aware of yourself <3
see masterlist!: masterlist
Beware The Physical Exam! pt. 2
“We will begin conducting physical examinations shortly. All students, please proceed to the clinic in your respectful school building.”
You, Kyoya, and Tamaki walk together, weaving through the crowds of pale yellow dresses and blue jackets towards a large ballroom at the end of the hall.
“Are we sure that the girls won’t know it’s me?” Tamaki asks, stuffing his hands into his pockets. His shoulders squirmed, and both you and the ravenet saw the concerns swirling in his violet irises.
And you couldn’t have that, now could you?
“Now, don’t go doubting your own plan, Tamaki. Have some faith.” Kyoya assures, his black book firmly grasped in his hands.
Still not completely convinced, the blonde met your gaze.
“You got this Tamaki, it’ll be seamless.” You say, following it with an awkward thumbs up.
And sure enough, Tamaki’s suspicions were vanquished by the overwhelming trust for his friends, and he walked ahead, a proud look in his eyes. You breathe a sigh of relief and shake your head as you watch your friend.
“I almost feel bad for him.” You say to the megane, laughing as the blonde walks with a new confident stride.
Kyoya rolls his eyes, a smirk gracing his lips. “Oh, please. Tamaki has had his head in the clouds all week. He needs to be brought down a peg or two.”
“You’re just mad because he called you ‘supporting cast’.” You tease, taking the time to wave at some of your guests as they pass by.
“As were you.” He points out, gray eyes flicking to you for a moment.
Shrugging, you brush it off. “I mean, if anyone is a supporting cast, it’s us.”
“How so?”
You observe Tamaki as he practices his lines under his breath. “Don’t you think it’s all kind of perfect? A vase breaks, and a month later, Tamaki is reaching epic lengths to keep this girl in our little club.”
A sentimental simper lifts the corners of your mouth as you look at your blonde friend. “Tamaki has always done the most for the people he cares about, but this time it feels different.”
“Because he loves her?” Kyoya questions, raising an eyebrow.
You nod, meeting his gaze. “Haruhi might think he’s pompous now, but you and I both know that it’s only a matter of time before she realizes how lovable Tamaki really is.” You throw a knowing look his way, and he delves his attention back into his notes.
“And then from there, the classic sequence of fluffy moments, intertwined with jealousy and protectiveness, lead up to a dramatic event that just might tear their relationship apart.”
Kyoya nearly gags at the dreamy look that clouds over your expression. “It will be clear then, how important they are to each other. A grand romantic gesture, probably from Tamaki, will seal it, and they’ll live happily ever after.”
You end your fantasy and come back to earth, taken aback Kyoya giving you the most deadpan expression you’ve ever seen.
“What?” You ask, a blush threatening to show.
“Who knew you were such a hopeless romantic?” He rolls his eyes. That earns him another shove.
“Shut up, it’s nice.” A teasing tone laces in your voice. Ootori huffs a breath, laughing in his own way.
“As I was saying,” You continue with your theory as you reach the arch of the grand doorway. When you walk into the physical exam room, Tamaki makes a turn behind one of the curtains. “Those two are like the perfect formula for a romantic comedy.”
Kyoya glances at you, then back at his book, casually writing as he says, “Maybe it’s not just them.”
The weight of that he just implied makes you falter slightly as your best friend continues to walk forward.
He’s not talking about me, right? About us?
You shake your head slightly before you can dig deeper in the meaning of those 5 words. Of course not, he’s not interested. It was just small talk.
Even as your heart sinks slightly at the thought, you catch up with the ravenet once again. Both of you make your way to Haruhi, who is staring incredulously at Mori and Honey-senpai adorning doctor outfits. Your mood is immediately lightened at the serious look on the cousin’s faces, and a giggle bursts from your chest. This was unexpected.
“They’re so obvious.” Haruhi says once the pair of you are in earshot.
“I have these two for backup just in case something happens.” Kyoya says as he nears Haruhi’s side, a hand on his frames.
“But why are they in doctor disguises?” You ask, an speechless smile painting your face, slightly covered by your fingers.
“They’re just setting the mood. Disguises make our operation feel like a real espionage mission.”
Another laugh escapes you. “This just got so much better.”
To the left of you three, a doctor brightly commends a student for losing a couple pounds, his smile a little too big and his pitch a little too high.
“Don’t you find it weird that all of these doctors are so jovial and nice?” Haruhi says, an annoyed look on her face.
With an agreeing tilt of your head, you fold your arms across your torso. “They are chosen by the school’s chairman. While this may be a school, it’s also a business.”
Kyoya shuts his book and adds on, “He wants to keep the students happy. After all, most of the students who attend Ouran Academy have private doctors at home, so this…this is just a formality.”
As if in sync, you and Haruhi both roll your eyes. Damn these rich people.
The honor student walks off to explore a little more, but as you turn to Kyoya to start another conversation, you feel a sudden pressure on your shoulder. Your body twists as it struggles to catch its balance, and you topple into Kyoya’s side. He supports you from your waist and shoulder, guiding you back to your feet.
Looking up, you notice a man wearing a lab coat looking back at you in surprise, his face unshaven and dark circles tracing his under eyes.
Kyoya’s gaze sharpens as the doctor meets your gaze, an unsettling feeling finding the pit of his stomach. His grip on you tightens as the doctor finally speaks.
“I’m terribly sorry.” The homely man’s voice is like gravel as his brown eyes flicker back down to the floor.
“It’s no problem.” Your heart is in your throat. Neither you or Kyoya liked the way he had studied you just now.
When the doctor walks off, and you straighten your uniform, trying to get your pulse to slow down.
“Are you alright?” Kyoya asks as you roll your shoulder.
“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine.” You watch the doctor from over your shoulder. Kyoya follows your eye line.
“You got a bad vibe from him too, right?”
“I did indeed.”
Huh.
:::
Girls and guys alike crowd around a curtain, waiting in anticipation for the Hitachiiian twins as they are called in for their chest measurements. The host club stands to the side while Haruhi looks on, confused at the determination in each of the students' eyes.
“You can use this area behind the curtain to undress.” The nurse says, attempting to guide them back behind one of the vanilla-colored fabrics. You roll your eyes as the pair of twins refuse, unbuttoning their shirts in the unobstructed view.
“Doesn’t matter to me.” Hikaru says, his shirt falling off his shoulders to reveal a chiseled chest.
“Yeah, we’re not shy.” Kaoru’s abs peek out from the cotton material as the shirt pools at the bend of his elbows.
The fans in front of them squeal and cheer as their faces flush with overwhelming excitement. Averting your eyes, you meet Mori’s gaze as you both judge in silence.
Kyoya pushes his glasses further up the bridge of his nose. “See, Haruhi? A rather impressive turnout today.” He brings his hand down into his pocket, a confident stance taking over his form. “Physical exam day is quite popular with the guests.”
Taking their attention in stride, Hikaru and Kaoru put on an act, sensually holding each other while whining about the ‘doctor games’ they play at home. Gagging, you push forward with the plan, saving Haruhi from seeing anymore of this monstrosity.
“C’mon, Haruhi, this way.” You say as you push her through one of the curtains. With a surprised yelp, she stumbles out of sight, leaving you to move back to your friend’s side.
When you see the Hitachiian’s, you blink, grumbling as you near the group. “Goddamn it, twins, put your shirts back on.”
They each raise an eyebrow. Exchanging a look, they move towards you.
“Or what?” Kaoru leans an elbow on your shoulder, while Hikaru comes up to your opposite side.
“You gonna fall in love with us or something?”
You look between each of the twins as a small patch of silence befalls the group. But Hikaru was the first to break.
A fit of laughter rings through your trio as you grasp at each other, trying to catch a breath.
“Oh my god!” You snicker, struggling to get the words out. “How did you say that with a serious face?”
The twins had tears in their eyes, “We have no idea!”
The other hosts watch you three as you’re crumpling, rolling their eyes at your antics.
“Mr. Fujioka? Are you ready to be measured now?” You barely notice a sudden hush fall over the room, but you and the twins take that as a signal to shut up.
Your attention is dragged back to the curtain that you pushed Haruhi through. Curtain rings screech against metal as the fabric is dramatically pushed to the side, a pale figure coming into view.
An open button up shirt was draped over a man with brown hair and violet eyes. Those irises were serious as they looked among the crowd.
“Yes,” his distinguishable voice fills the room, “I am Haruhi Fujioka.”
Blanketed by a confused hush, the students stared at Tamaki in a brown wig with a sweatdrop on their foreheads.
Once again, the twins were dying as you clutched your side, not able to stop yourself from laughing so hard.
Hikaru shouts through his absolute guffaws, tears clouding his vision. “I can’t believe he actually did it!”
“I can’t breathe!” You open your eyes for a split second to catch a glimpse of Tamaki raging towards the group, only to laugh harder. “Tamaki, please, haha, I can’t breathe!”
Kaoru has been reduced to his knees, banging his fist on the ground. “They recognized him! I told you they’d see through it.”
Long legs reach Hikaru, and Tamaki’s hands wrap around his throat. “You jerks!” He turned to you and pointed while still keeping a grip on Hikaru. “You said there was no way the guests would be able to tell it was me!”
“It’s payback for calling us the homosexual supporting cast!” You snicker through your retort, calming down slowly and wiping the water from your eyes.
Tamaki takes off his wig and retreats back to the curtain, pulling it open further to reveal a defeated Haruhi on her knees, a dark aura surrounding her.
“I’m sorry, heh,” The prince says, hiding behind the fabric, “They figured it out.”
The honor student whips her head around to her senpai, a fierce stare piercing Tamaki as he screams in horror. He pales and freezes, stuck in temporary limbo.
You watch as Kyoya walks over to Haruhi and places a hand on her shoulder.
“Haruhi, ready?” She glances up at him, her eyebrows knitted together. “I went ahead and set up a separate room for you, a special boys clinic.”
Haruhi seemed hesitant as you stepped up beside her. “And there is a doctor standing by that is sworn to secrecy.” You say, an assuring look in your eye.
Kaoru and Hikaru give Kyoya a side-look. “It turns out the doctors here today are all on staff at one of Kyoya-senpai’s hospitals.” They start to shrug in unison.
“Would’ve been nice if you had said something to us earlier.”
The third Ootori son puts on a fake host-smile, “I had to get my revenge too.” He glances at you as he says, “I just don’t think I’m supporting cast, homosexual or otherwise.”
You adjusted your gaze elsewhere, shaking your head with a knowing simper on your face.
Haruhi grabbed your wrist gently, getting your attention.
“Would you come to the clinic with me, (Y/n)? I still don’t really know my way around this place.”
“Oh! Yeah, of course.” You turn to Kyoya. “I’ll just get my exam done there since I haven’t seen a nurse yet.”
He only nods, waving goodbye to you as you walk down the hallway.
:::
You and Haruhi make it down one of the lengthy hallways and open another intricate door. A woman sits inside at her desk, dressed smartly with glasses and a ponytail.
“Haruhi Fujioka. I’ve been made aware of your situation. If you wouldn’t mind, please disrobe over there.” The doctor points to one of the two changing stations, and you give Haruhi a thumbs up before she moves behind another curtain.
The doctor looks over at you, a polite but confused smile on her face.
“I’m sorry, but Mr. Ootori didn’t say anything about two cross-dressing students, so I-”
You wave your hands in front of your face, giggling. “Oh no, no, I’m just one of Haruhi’s friends. Kyoya said it might be okay if I just get my exam done right now? Since I’m already here?”
“Oh!” She perks up and pulls out another sheet of paper, attaching it to her clipboard. “Of course! Just disrobe in there, and I will be with you as soon as I’m done with your friend.”
She steps into Haruhi’s curtain as you step into yours. Your jacket pools to the floor as your tie slithers from the collar of your shirt. Button by button, the cotton fabric is shrugged off your shoulders, revealing the undergarments you had chosen for the day.
On the other side of the room, Haruhi and her doctor were finishing up.
“Well Mr. Fujioka, everything looks normal!” The medical professional flips through some of her papers as Haruhi shrugs her button-up back on, working the plastic circles through their holes.
“Thank you, Doctor.” Haruhi bows slightly.
“No worries at all! Now, onto our next patient, Ms. (L/n)-”
The two women froze as they heard a muffled scream across the carpeted clinic.
:::
Kyoya walks with the rest of the host club as they wait for you and Haruhi to finish up your exams. His mind continued to flicker back to the conversation he had with you earlier.
Maybe it’s not just them.
He realized he never got to finish.
Maybe it could be us.
Taking a long breath to keep his heart in place, he walked past a group of girls. He didn’t even realize she was crying until she let out a whine.
“I’m telling the truth!”
Along with the rest of the host club, Kyoya turned, confused at the sudden tension in the air.
“One of the doctors grabbed me by the shoulder! He was trying to make a pass at me!” The young girl held her face in her hands. “I’ve never been so terrified.”
The club’s manager put a hand to his chin, an image of the strange doctor flashing across his mind.
“Hm, I had a feeling this might happen.” He breathed a bored sigh, earning a confused look from the others.
Honey looks up at him, Usa-chan hanging at his side. “What do you mean?”
“Earlier today, (Y/n) and I saw a strange man wearing a white lab coat, but clearly not one of our hospital’s doctors, and we both thought it was a little odd.”
Confused looks turn into annoyed ones as the twins look at him with deadpan faces. “Shouldn’t you have said something earlier?”
A sheepish smirk crosses Kyoya’s face as he realizes they are right. “Well, it’s no big deal. I’m sure the security guard will catch him.”
Voices spring back into their vicinity. “Tell me, Miss, did you see where the pervert doctor was headed?”
“Yes sir, he ran off towards the special boys clinic!”
Kyoya’s heart dropped into his stomach. The twins' eyes widened as Honey and Mori’s faces hardened into something threatening. Tamaki looked scared, his jaw clenching as all six of them whip around to look down the long hallway that led to where you were.
“(Y/n) and Haruhi!”
:::
As you undressed, you heard the ruffle of the curtain behind you. You turned to welcome the female doctor you had met before, but as a man closed the opening behind him, trapping you inside, you began to think differently.
“Hey! What the hell?” You cried as you tried to cover yourself up, your clothes being too far away to grab as you put distance between you and the stranger.
He turned around, and you recognized him as the man from earlier. Your heart picked up speed even more, remembering how his gaze scanned you up and down earlier this afternoon.
When he saw you, his eyes widened, and being larger than you, strode over to you in one step, placing a constricting hand over your mouth and a firm grip on your shoulder. The force presses you into the wall
“It’s not what you think! Please, just keep quiet!”
Feeling your heartbeat in your ears now, tears prick your eyes as you’re pinned against plaster. You scream behind his palm, hoping the sound is loud enough for someone, anyone, to hear.
It was.
As he neared the room, your high-pitched scream made Kyoya run a hundred times faster than he had been, rage and fear fueling his speed when he thought of what could be going on in there.
The muscles in his jaw clenched as his shoulder forced open the door. When it opened, he saw Haruhi and the doctor rush out of their changing room, the honor student’s alarm going off once she saw how terrified the host club looked.
The Ootori son was the first to reach the curtain, whipping it open to find you pushed against a wall, your clothes strewn aside as you were manhandled by the stranger in question.
His chest lurched at your tear-stained cheeks as he ran to you, Tamaki springing a kick at the doctor’s head, throwing the stranger into the wall.
And then, as fast as the man was thrown off of you, Kyoya stood in his place, wrapping your form in his jacket and cupping your face. His gray eyes safely scanned your body, searching for any sign of bruising or injury. Thank God.
His presence was comforting, the complete opposite from his usual, cold demeanor. Had he always been this warm?
“You’re okay, (Y/n), you’re okay.” Kyoya’s face was stern, but the intense emotions that coiled behind his glasses made you wonder if he was assuring you, or himself.
Shock still stopped your body from moving as your friends gathered around you. They saw your wet irises and slack jaw, and you were surprised that they couldn’t hear the hard thump of your heartbeat.
A feeling of safety washed over you. Your brain finally registered that your friends were here, Kyoya was here, and you released a shuddering breath you didn’t know you were holding.
Shuffling was heard behind the club as the man dragged himself up from the wall, catching the attention of your friends. Shadows crossed over their faces as Kyoya gently passed your wobbly stature to Haruhi, who let you lean into her side. The darkest aura twisted around him as his glasses flashed, making sure to keep you behind him at all times.
“One, good looks that attract the public eye.” The twins step forward in sync, their posture menacing.
“Two,” Kyoya stepped forward, glaring knives at the doctor in front of him. “More wealth than you could imagine.
Mori stands above them all, side-eyeing the unruly man in the wall. “Three, chivalry that will never be able to overlook…”
Honey rises a few feet below him, reflecting off of his cousin. “...the hideous wickedness of this world.”
Tamaki plants himself in front of you all, ready to protect his mon ami at all costs. “That’s what makes up the Ouran High School Host Club!”
Then, in unison, they shout together. “We’re here! Watch out!”
Even amidst all the drama, you let out a small laugh. “Do you think they practiced that?” You turn to ask Haruhi, but her brown eyes are staring at wonder at the princely blonde in front of you.
Kyoya turns back slightly at your laugh, relieved to see you returning to normal.
The doctor whines, scared of the men in front of him. Sweat pours from his forehead as he begs for his safety.
“Please don’t hurt me! Spare me my life.” From his position on his knees, he frantically succumbs to the host club, becoming very pathetic in your eyes. Confused beyond measure, you step forward, gripping the borrowed jacket around your form as you walk towards him. You’re still hesitant, of course, but as the man who had you pinned up against a wall, just moments ago, desperately bows at your feet, he doesn’t seem so scary anymore.
“What are you doing in here?” You ask him, feeling more confident by the second.
He looks up at you, then hangs his head, and suddenly, it’s his life story.
“I’m a doctor. I have a small emergency clinic that I run in the next town over. My name is Yabu.”
Your eyebrows raise as the twins behind you grimace.
Hikaru appears to your right. “Did he say his name was Yabu?”
Kaoru approaches your left. “What a terrible name for a doctor.”
They meet eyes with each other as you’re stuck between them. “Unless you’re a quack.”
Yabu heaves a heavy sigh. “I know.” He looks around to all of you, observing the threatening glances each host displays on their face.
“I’m here looking for my daughter. My wife left me last month and took my daughter with her, but I know that she attends school here.”
Your mind races, trying to connect the dots as Haruhi speaks up, standing near Tamaki.
“Not to pry or anything, but why did your wife leave you?”
The quack sits on his heels, one hand rubbing his face as he recalls the worst day of his life.
“Well, you see,” He starts, a distant, sad look ghosting over his brown eyes. “I’ve had a problem letting patients take advantage of me, allowing them to get away with unpaid receipts and forgotten IOUs. My girls thought that I didn’t care about the welfare of our family, but that could never be true!” Yabu’s hands were brought up to cover his face.
“But they didn’t listen,” He whined, “They left me forever.”
As he looked back up, he was met with sympathy from your group instead of distaste, his story keeping you and your club at the edge of their seats. Save for Kyoya, of course.
His tone softened as he begged for someone to feel for him. “I know I’m terrible with managing our money, and I can’t say no to anybody. But I want to see my daughter one more time.” He weakly gestured around the room you were standing in. “So I came here.”
Pulling on his lab coat, the doctor continued. “I finally made it to your school, but once I entered, I was mistaken for a doctor here to examine students.”
Empathetic looks replaced the twins' foreboding scowls, and they both spoke at once. “Well, of course, you were wearing a lab coat.”
You crouched down in front of him, a concerned look embedded in your brow. “Anyone would mistake you.”
Yabu nodded and looked down at the floor “And then it happened.” The shaggy brunette began to cry as he recalled today’s events. “I tried to ask a student if she had seen my daughter, but she started screaming. And before I knew it, there were all kinds of people chasing me!”
Already emotional from the minutes before, Tamaki joined you as you both cried with him. “That’s so tragic!”
Realizing that, once again, he was the only rational member of this friend group, Kyoya cleared his throat. “Doctor Yabu, I think you may have the wrong place.” He spoke plainly, not quite ready to forgive and forget. “Are you looking for Ouran Public High School?”
Yabu quickly nods, relieved to hear something familiar. “Yeah, that’s right.”
Kyoya tsked, a headache forming at this guy’s stupidity and ignorance. “I figured that might be the case. This is Ouran Academy, a private institution. Your daughter doesn’t go to school here.”
You turn to see the doctor pale, a shocked expression on his tear-stained features.
Hikaru shakes his head. “Wow, that’s pretty sad. You don’t even know what school your daughter goes to?”
Kaoru sighs, just as disappointed. “I bet your relationship is messed up ‘cause you don’t pay attention to her. Not because of some stupid debt.”
Standing up, you walk over to Kyoya. “Wow, I couldn’t even figure that one out.”
Kyoya notices the color has returned to your face before replying. “Well there’s no way the daughter of such a small town doctor would ever be able to get into Ouran Academy.”
This comment earns a playful glare from both you and Haruhi as Kyoya doesn’t realize the irony.
Behind you, Tamaki straightens out, and you turn around to sense a soft, determined aura around him.
“Kyoya, would you please find a map of all the public high schools in this area? I’d like to help this man find his daughter.”
There was a pause as the ravenet perked up. You noticed Haruhi’s pupils twinkle as she saw Tamaki in a different light. You smiled at her, remembering the first time Tamaki first showed you this side of him.
Kyoya, also being touched by his friend’s fortitude, relaxed slightly with a smirk on his face. “Whatever you say.”
He spared a last glance at you as he walked out of the room, knowing that you were okay. The megane knew you were just as resolved and kind as the prince. It was one of the things he adored about you.
:::
The eight of you watch Yabu walk off your campus as cherry blossoms flutter around him, clutching a map close to his chest.
Kaoru raises an eyebrow. “Are we sure about this?���
Hikaru nods. “After all, even if he does manage to find his daughter, there’s no guarantee she’ll wanna speak with him.”
Tamaki follows the doctor with violet pupils until he is out of sight. “Well then, that’s something he will have to find out for himself.”
Haruhi looks at him, the same amazed look from earlier. You slightly nudge Kyoya, gesturing towards the two, and whispering, “There’s the moment, where she realizes that he isn’t as pompous as he seems.” You smile up at him and he quietly hopes that you have come to the same conclusion about him.
“Uh, not to be rude, but we need to get out now.” Haruhi says as she turns to the rest of the group.
Tamaki blanches and jumps away from the honor student. “Haruhi, are you still mad at me? You’re not thinking of quitting the host club, are you?” Horror streaks across his face.
The brunette just laughs and gestures to you. “Don’t be stupid, senpai, (Y/n) just needs to finish her physical exam.” Your friends look at you before quickly averting their eyes somewhere else, quickly remembering that under Kyoya’s jacket, you were not very decent.
“Oh, fuck, you’re right.” You say, tightening the apparel around you. “Would it be rude if I said to get out?”
:::
After your exam, you find Kyoya waiting for you outside of the clinic. While he is jacketless, you are able to see the outline of his arms as he leans against the wall, his swimmer body becoming more apparent to you through the fabric of his shirt.
Your eyes travel upwards as he notices you, pushing off the wall to greet you.
“Thank you for this.” You pass his coat back to him, as you are finally fully dressed. “And thank you for everything you did for me back there.”
Kyoya simpers at you, his heart blooming at your validation. “As long as you are alright.”
“I am now. Today was kind of an emotional rollercoaster.” You two begin to walk down the corridor as Kyoya shoves on his jacket.
Ootori hums. “I wouldn’t really know much about that.”
A giggle escapes your lips as your eyes roll. “Yeah, yeah. Sorry to break it to you, Ootori, but you have feelings.”
The ravenet stuffs his hands in his pockets. “I don’t really care to explore that side of me, thank you.”
Bumping your shoulder against his, you yawn, emotionally exhausted. “Well, I like you the way you are. I’ve had enough touchy-feely for one day. Being around you is grounding.”
A hint of a blush escapes Kyoya’s attempts to prevent it, but he hides it as he adjusts the frames of his glasses.
“That’s an interesting notion, in its own way.”
BONUS DRABBLE
Crouching low, a (h/c)-haired girl hid behind stone that was erected out of a pink tile floor.
The music room was bustling with guests, the host club in full swing. Your friends were at their peak, entertaining their visitors with such skill and elegance, you knew it would be the perfect time to catch it on tape.
Days ago, Kyoya had asked you to take photos of the club members for a special project that he was preparing, but not to let any of them see you, or else it would ruin the pictures. You had asked why, but there wasn’t a lot you could pry out of the ravenet, only getting the response of ‘I’ll tell you soon enough.”
You had shrugged, needing something to do for the next couple days anyway. You asked him to throw in a couple new pastries on the menu that you liked, and you were in.
Now, a camera rested in your hand as you stalked behind one of the pillars, capturing the climax of one of the Hitachiian acts. It was dramatic and framed perfectly, as Hikaru grasped his brother in a loving embrace, and you pat yourself on the back for your photography skills.
Next, you slithered through the room, the camera’s plastic hitting against your chest as it laid around your neck. You walked quieter, stealthier, tip-toeing over to Honey-senpai’s table. Like a predator stalking its next victim, you wait behind a potted rose bush, camera set up between the stems. Your finger rests over the button as Honey picks up a piece of cake from his plate. Readying yourself, Honey takes a bite of the desert while closing his eyes, savoring the delicious taste of strawberry and vanilla mixing together. And when he opens his eyes, you click the button, the camera capturing the moment of pure bliss and happiness in Honey’s face as he licks the icing from his lips.
From your position you turn to Mori, who is crowded with women, but barely paying attention to any of them. Instead, his gaze is turned to the window, a hint of longing in his posture. The sunlight cascades across his face as it punctures through the glass, and you follow his hand as it comes up to gently rest under his chin. Freezing the moment in your device, you regretfully turn away from the aura of calm that his pose shares with you. Flipping through the last couple shots, you shake your head in amazement.
Why are all these people so goddamn photogenic?
You lay the camera back on your chest as you bend and weave through tables and chairs, army crawling under guests without being detected.
Tamaki was next, and he was never hard to photograph. Slowly from your hiding spot, you observed as Tamaki gently gripped the chin of one of his girls, raising her head so that she would take the delicious red rose he offered, a beautiful charm flowing from his entire being. You barely remembered to take the shot, never believing so much magic could come from one person.
You realized that you had been entranced for too long, and spun before anyone would notice you. Unfortunately, someone already had.
“(Y/n)? What are you doing?” Haruhi’s brown eyes looked back at your bewildered (e/c) ones as you were stuck in place.
She just found you hiding behind a couch with a camera, sneaking pictures of the members of the host club.
“It’s not what it looks like.” You cower, trying to find an escape route from her questioning gaze.
Your response only makes her more confused as her eyebrows draw closer together.
“Okay, then,” She points the device in your hand, “what’s with the camera?”
“Oh, uh, this?” Your hand reaches around the back of your neck as you hold up the photo box, twisting and turning it in your other palm. “Uh, I’m part of the, uh, yearbook committee!” You brighten as you find a decent excuse.
“Yeah, yeah, the yearbook committee! They needed some photos of the host club, so they asked me to sub in!” A bright smile stretched across your face that didn’t quite meet your eyes, and you hoped you were convincing enough.
“Oh! Well then, here.” Haruhi backed up a little before throwing up a peace sign. “I’m ready for my photo.”
You pause slightly before relaxing, always up to take a picture for your good friend. The honor student smiled slightly as you took the picture. She looked happy, contentment shining through her.
You thanked her as she walked away, and you made your way to Kyoya, ready to return the camera.
He was working at his desk, concentrating on his computer as you walked up to him. You smirked as you thought of an idea and turned the camera around, the lens now facing the two of you.
Stretching out your arms, you stood slightly in front of him, smiling the best smile you could.
Kyoya looked up just in time to see the flash. You jumped a little in excitement as you turned the camera back around to see the photo.
There you two were, your smile beautiful and open, as Kyoya sits to the right, his eyes caught in the moment of meeting the lens dead on.
Lowering the camera, you showed him the photo as he barely gave it a passing glance, complaining about hating people taking photos of him without his permission.
Little did you know, that photo now acted as his wallpaper for his personal computer at home.
Next time, on Lavender Roses.
“Hey Senpai, I heard a rumor that there’s another girl joining the host club. Is that true?”
“Don’t act so surprised. I heard that she’s actually Kyoya’s fiancé!”
"What?!"
Attack of the Lady Manager!
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I have come to ask SO MANY QUESTIONS about my favorite bioweapon dad Cole:
🚗💊🫂💗🎤🩷🏃😍⛓️🙈😭
thanks for the ask! :D
🚗High or low sex drive
Usually low, but every now and then he’s extremely horny one day and it comes out of nowhere.
💊Are they vigilant about birth control and safe sex, or more flippant?
He’s extremely vigilant. He thoroughly makes sure he and Julia have taken proper precautions. At first it was borderline paranoia but now he’s just a little strict about it.
🫂Was it hard to come to terms with their sexuality, or did they embrace sex from the beginning?
Cole severely doesn’t care about sexuality, so he embraced it pretty well!
💗How often do they masturbate, if at all?
Usually once or twice every two weeks. He’ll do it if Julia is away and vice versa. They’re both ok with it :)
🎤Are they good at communicating their needs?
Yes. He’s almost kinda blunt about it, like before sex he’d just say “I’m into pegging. Your thoughts?”
🩷Do they prefer soft sex, or rough sex?
Soft sex for the most part, on the rare occasion that he’s being pegged, he prefers rough sex.
🏃Are they confident about pursuing sex?
Yes, but he won’t pressure Julia if she isn’t in the mood. Again, he’s very blunt/honest about his kinks and boundaries.
😍Do they see themself as sexually desirable?
Yep, he’s happily married so don’t get any ideas. Sometimes he likes to mess with people who are attracted to him if they don’t leave him alone.
⛓️How important is kink in their sex life?
He’s mixed about it. Stuff like bondage and pegging could be extremely hot to him one day and a trauma trigger on another.
🙈Do they have any particularly taboo kinks? Age-play, fauxcest, race-play, etc.?
No, not really. He staunchly dislikes a lot of taboo kinks bc ✨trauma✨
😭 have they ever cried during sex, what happened?
He teared up a little after he and Julia had sex for the first time in their relationship, if that counts. He sometimes goes a little overboard with the aftercare because of a creeping anxiety he gets telling him he isn’t doing enough to support his partner.
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Happy Valentines @cooking-with-hailstones! 💖 Hope you enjoy this little fic
Lullaby | T | OoT Zelink
Ao3
Zelda can’t remember the last time she was as exhausted as she is right now.
Perhaps, she has never been. After all, years of relentless training, and even defeating Ganondorf seem to pale in comparison to what she has just done.
“This is the fight of your life, love,” the midwife had said when the contractions had begun in earnest and she had squeezed Link’s hand so hard it was likely painful. And she’d been right.
It had been excruciating, exhausting, an endless battle she wasn’t certain she could win. But Link had been there the entire time, fingers entwined with hers. And though she had hardly noticed when he coaxed sweat-soaked tendrils of hair from her face or murmured reassurances, his presence had been an immeasurable comfort.
He squeezes her hand now, and she turns to him with a small smile.
“How’re you feeling?”
She sighs, letting her gaze slip back to the little bundle cradled in her arms. Even after everything she’s seen and endured, she still finds it incredible that their love created something so wonderful.
Their newborn daughter, Zelda Saria Hyrule.
“Tired,” she breathes, “and sore. But looking at her now, it was all worth it.”
It’s true. The worst of the pain is no more than a distant memory, now that she is here with the man she adores and the child she already loves.
She would do it all again in a heartbeat—saving Hyrule, training to be Sheik, enduring the agony of childbirth— if it meant getting to this same point. And she would do it all happily.
“She really is something else, isn’t she?” Link murmurs, awe, and adoration practically dripping from his voice. “I think she has your eyes.”
Zelda tilts her head, thoughtfully. “Mm, maybe. I think she has your nose.”
Link leans forward and regards their child scrutinizingly. “No, no definitely not. It’s too tiny and cute.”
“Oh, all right.” She chuckles. “But I like your nose!”
Link looks unimpressed. “It’s gigantic, and you know it. I could’ve killed Ganondorf with it.”
Zelda can’t help the laughter that bubbles up in her. But the jostling wakes Saria from her peaceful slumber, and she begins to cry, in desperate high-pitched tones.
“Oh, dear.”
She lifts the baby up and sets her against her shoulder, patting and shushing gently. Her efforts do little to calm her.
“You know,” she manages over the ruckus, “I’m realizing now that I know next to nothing about comforting a baby.”
Link chuckles. “Neither do I. I was raised by a tree.”
Zelda sighs, as Saria’s wails only grow louder and Link’s expression comes to mirror her own desperation.
“This is going to be harder than it looks, isn’t it?”
He nods. “It certainly seems that way.”
A princess who lost her parents too soon and a fairy boy raised by a tree. Zelda has the urge to laugh. Certainly, no one ever pegged them as being prime parent material.
She wonders if Impa has any tips she’d be willing to give. She must have figured something out in order to raise a young girl in a war-torn world and teach her to be a warrior.
“You know what?” Link pipes up, suddenly, and when Zelda turns to him, a little grin has brightened his face. “I’ve got an idea.”
He fishes his ocarina from its place strapped to his belt and lifts it to his lips. Seconds later a familiar tune weaves itself through the air.
Almost instantly, Saria quiets, wails turning to sleepy coos.
Zelda gives a quiet chuckle of relief and sags back against the pillows. Who would’ve thought a simple song would be enough to soothe their child?
Though, it’s not just a simple song at all, is it? She thinks, with a smile. It’s really quite special.
The music washes over her in waves, bringing years-old memories with it. Mother humming as she tucked her into bed, Father teaching her to play it on the ocarina, a little fairy boy listening attentively as she entrusted him with the melody that could unlock almost any door.
…including the one to her heart.
As the last notes fade, she reaches out and takes Link’s hand.
“You’re going to be a wonderful father,” she murmurs.
Grinning, he leans forward and gives her a peck on the cheek.
“And you are going to be the best mother in all of Hyrule.”
Zelda hums. She isn’t too sure about the truth of that claim yet, but she is beginning to think that maybe, just maybe they’ve got this.
After all, they’re together. And when they’re together there is nothing they can’t do.
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Drawn & Quartered [Chapter 6]
December 2010, 8pm
A Year Ago
Ville and Caitlyn sat silently on the couch as the heavy snow fell outside. It was day one of what was supposed to be a three day long snowstorm and the couple was happily enjoying the excuse to do nothing but enjoy each other's company. Caitlyn Christmas shopping on her laptop with Its A Wonderful Life muted on the TV. Ville sat a few feet away on the couch tuning his guitar.
A sudden strum of all 6 strings indicated that he was done tuning, each string rang out in perfect tune. As they should, Ville had been sitting there for the better part of an hour meticulously tuning each one.
"Not sure how he can tell the difference." Caitlyn thought to herself a few moments prior, after seeing Ville go back and forth with the D string a few dozen times. He'd pluck it, adjust the tuning peg by a tiny fraction of a turn, pluck again, adjust, and repeat. Caitlyn was sure it was the same note being played over and over, but Ville's furrowed eyebrows told her otherwise. He was listening for something that Caitlyn just wasn't privy to.
"And done." Ville announced before cracking his knuckles and beginning to play random little bits of songs. Some his, some others.
Caitlyn smiled at his playful strumming. Between Ville's guitar, the fire they had going in the fireplace, the festiveness of the movie she had going, the falling snow outside looking magical against the pitch black sky, and the overall atmosphere of their house just filled Cait's heart with joy.
Ville looked over and saw her looking at him and smiling, "What?"
Cait blushed, "Nothing. I'm just happy."
Ville beamed, "Well good. I like to hear that. Because I am too." he kept his response short and went back to strumming, but this time a different song. Cait stretched out her leg and tapped her toe against his thigh along with the melody. She recognized the song instantly; Everlong by the Foo Fighters.
Ville played it perfectly by heart. When they had dubbed Everlong "their song" years prior, he spent forever making sure he had it memorized just for her.
The song filled the room and Caitlyn's heart swelled more. She knew what he was doing. He never was good with words, anytime he felt something, he said it was a song. He'd apologize with some little song that she'd recognize. She'd accept it, because sometimes "sorry" was hard for Ville, so Cait learned to accept musical apologies.
Or he'd email her the link to a YouTube song to convey a message of love.
Seeing that Everlong was their song, Ville playing it beside her told Cait everything she needed to know about his mood. On the last chorus of the song he sang softly;
"And I wonder,
when I sing along with you,
If everything could ever feel this real forever.
If anything could ever be this good again.
The only thing I'll ever ask of you,
You gotta promise not to stop when I say when.
She sang."
His voice was so beautiful, Caitlyn just stared, blushing. Ville made eye contact after the last note finished reverberating off the walls, "I love you." she told him.
Ville smiled at her. "I love you more."
Cait put her laptop on the ottoman and stretched her arms out toward him. Ville placed the guitar down and crawled on top of her, lying his head on her chest. The pair laid in silence for a moment, Ville listening to Cait's heartbeat as she stroked his back gently.
"I could die here." Ville mumbled sleepily.
"I'll allow it. In about 40 years." Cait responded playfully, planting a kiss atop his head.
"Wow it's really coming down out there." Ville remarked, looking at the snow through the window.
"We're getting like three feet of snow this weekend." Cait nodded in agreement.
"That's not going to be fun to shovel." Ville sighed.
"We'll tag team it. It'll be fine." she assured him.
She could feel him furrow his eyebrows against her, "Absolutely not. I will not be caught dead allowing my girlfriend to be seen clearing the snow. I'd hire someone before I'd let you do manual labor." he replied.
"Look at me, I'm Ville, I like gender roles." Cait mocked him playfully.
Ville lifted his head and smirked at her, "Sometimes."
He put his head back down on Caitlyn's chest and sighed with contentment. "If everything could feel this real forever..." Ville sang softly.
"If anything could ever be this real again." Cait sang back just as softly.
"Only thing I'll ever ask of you, you gotta promise not to stop when I say when."
January 1st 2012, 7am
Present Day
Cait stared out at the falling snow, reminiscing. "Gotta promise not to stop when I say when." she whispered. Ville said 'when' when he broke up with her. And Cait had 'stopped' when she left. She should have fought. She knew it. "Why the fuck didn't I just apologize? Why the fuck didn't I call him?" she kept thinking over and over in her head.
A diamond ring was held tightly in her fist. She'd made a mistake. She had led Matthias on too far, and he'd proposed on New Years Eve, at midnight. It gave her the ick, because honestly who the fuck proposes after two weeks? How and why did he already have a ring? But she was furious at herself... for saying yes. She didn't feel like she had a choice, Matthias did it in front of the entire ski lodge and she couldn't humiliate him by saying no. But now she was tasked with breaking it off with Matthias. Everything with him was a mistake and she felt sick to her stomach. It was all too fast, too much, too soon and now she had to do damage control. She needed to talk to Matthias as soon as he woke up before getting his hopes up even more.
A Few Days Later
Unfortunately for Caitlyn, word spread quickly about Ville Valo's ex-girlfriend getting engaged to some random guy. Rumors swirled, people were talking, Caitlyn was furious at herself and Matthias. Her petty, spiteful, scorched-earth actions had made a bad situation a hundred times worse and she was kicking herself as she hid in her room at her friends' apartment. Ville was usually the impulsive, temperamental one. She wasn't used to this new attitude of hers and she didn't like it. She had never been so angry for so long. Even grief when her father died didn't seem so intense as this. But now the anger was waning and the consequences of her actions began coming to view and it was not a pretty sight. Caitlyn was being stupid, she knew she'd rubbed salt into Ville's wounds more than once. She also brought an innocent bystander into all of it as well, and she felt terrible. When Caitlyn let Matthias down, it wasn't pretty and they decided to back off one another. It was seeming like the road through the clusterfuck of a situation was never ending and Caitlyn had no one to blame but herself.
Across town, Ville was on his way to the band's rehearsal space. Ville had been toying with some new songs, the only good to come from his current heartbreak. As he walked into Finnvox and knocked the snow from his shoes he could hear his bandmates talking.
"Do you think he knows?" Burton asked.
Mige shook his head, "No, I think he's still thinking she's going to call him any second and beg him for forgiveness."
"We should probably tell him." Burton urged.
"I'm not sure I want to be around for when he finds out." Linde muttered, "He's going to lose it."
"When who finds out what?" Ville's voice rang out, he'd heard the entire exchange. There was a long silence in the room. "Well don't everyone speak up at once." Ville pushed when everyone just stared awkwardly.
Everyone in the room side-eyed each other, no one wanting to potentially be the messenger shot by an enraged Ville. Mige sighed, "Why don't we go outside and talk--"
"No. What the fuck is going on? What is going on with Cait that I don't know?" Ville's voice rising, panic clearly present in his tone. She was already fucking Matthias, how much worse could this situation get? His mind was racing "What is going on?" his voice rose in impatient panic.
"Dude... have you been seeing the tabloids?" Mige asked.
"No, what the fuck are you getting at?" Ville's heart was pounding in his ears.
"Rip the fucking bandaid off, dude." Linde interrupted, directing his statement to Mige, wanting to break the tension as quickly as possible. "She's engaged to Matti."
A surge of rage swelled in Ville's chest and his legs began to shake.
"Ville--" Mige could feel the panic pouring out of his friend.
"I gotta go." Ville quickly turned around and headed outside.
The rage inside of him caused him to nearly rip the exit door to the back of the Finnvox parking lot to swing off the hinges. Ville ripped his phone out of his pocket and called Caitlyn.
Across town, Caitlyn's heart thudded within her chest upon seeing Ville's number pop up. She knew there were only two reasons he'd be calling,
If he didn't know about the engagement situation, he may be calling her to reconcile. If he did know, he was calling to tear her a new asshole.
“Hello?” Caitlyn answered with bated breath.
“Is it true?” Ville jumped right to the point.
He was enraged. She could tell immediately. He was definitely not calling to reconcile.
“What do you mean?” Caitlyn asked, not wanting to acknowledge what she knew he meant. She knew that photos of her and Matthias' "engagement" had gotten out into the world. Everyone was shocked that Ville's girlfriend of 5 years was suddenly engaged to someone else. But unfortunately, no one else was aware that she had broken it off the next morning and her and Matthias were no longer seeing each other. Caitlyn knew she fucked up, but when Matthias pulled that stunt publicly, she was furious. She knew it would get out and sure enough it did. She looked like a desperate, impulsive idiot to the world and she knew it.
“Don’t you fucking do that! You know exactly what I'm talking about.” he shouted, “Is it true?” he practically screamed into the phone.
“Yes, but let me ex--” Caitlyn whispered then suddenly as soon as she said it she heard a series of sickly cracks and then a crunch and then the phone disconnected.
She didn't have a chance to explain before Ville had violently smashed his phone repeatedly against the brick wall beside him and then he violently threw it with such ferocity at the ground it shattered, sending splintered pieces flying. He began hyperventilating, tears immediately filled his eyes. He gripped his hair tightly with both hands and sunk down against the wall.
“Ville?” a gentle voice spoke out a few moments later. It was Mige. Immediately, Mige saw the devastation on his best friend’s face and he crouched beside him and embraced him tightly. Ville couldn’t hold back and broke into the hardest sob he’d done since he was a child into his friend’s chest. It was over. Forever. Caitlyn was never coming back and it was all his fault. She'd moved on. The life he always wanted with her and she was living it with someone else. His deep weeping tightened his chest and he began to wheeze. “Ville. Ville. Come on, where’s your inhaler?” Mige grabbed his friend’s shoulders. When Ville didn’t respond, Mige took it upon himself to dig into Ville’s pockets searching for it. Once retrieved, he forced Ville to use it.
"How the fuck could she do this to me?" he wailed.
Mige couldn't answer, he just held his dear friend tightly in his arms. Ville had been through many breakups, but Mige knew Cait was Ville's "The One" and Ville was taking this harder than he'd ever taken a breakup before. Moments later, Seppo came around the corner, he knelt down to be close to the young man he considered a son, trying to comfort him. Ville's cries eventually subsided.
"Ville, let's get you home." Seppo spoke softly. "I'll take you home."
"No. I'm gonna walk. I need air. I need to think."
Caitlyn sat with her head in her hands, sobbing. She kept trying to call Ville back but it just kept ringing and ringing. Never even going to voicemail.
"Honestly, sweetie, I think that means he blocked you." Nina explained, when she picked up Cait's phone and tried calling Ville herself. "If it's just ringing and never going to voicemail... I don't know."
"He didn't give me a chance to explain." Caitlyn wiped her eyes. "I'm so fucking stupid. I hate myself."
"Caity, stop. Hurt people hurt people, it happens. You're human. He doesn't get to be mad at you moving on though. He shouldn't have broken up with you for literally no reason. If anything he should just be mad at himself."
Caitlyn shook her head, tears beginning to fall again, "No, it's my fault. I was wrong. I should have just admitted I was wrong and we could have avoided all of this. I ruined my fucking life. I lost him and now he fucking hates me."
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[coffee cup] BJ/Peggy/Hawkeye OT3 is better than BJ getting divorced and leaving his established family (sorry this came off as confrontational somehow omg oops, I promise I'm just curious about your thoughts :3)
Thank you! And no worries lol it doesn't sound that confrontational to me.
That's a big disagree from me. Cut to spare any followers I have who are into it.
Like I'm not into ot3s in general in fiction, it's just something I'm incapable of getting invested in. The only ot3s I've ever been interested in have been extremely ill-judged ones that inevitably crash and burn due to tension and jealousy and weirdness lol. This isn't a reflection on how I feel about polyamory irl of course, but it's not my bag in terms of fictional romance.
Secondly when it comes to these people in particular, I find it impossible to suspend my disbelief. I can't imagine BJ being mature enough and secure enough to let Hawkeye fuck his wife or let Peggy fuck his boyfriend lol. I can imagine him saying he's okay with it and trying to make it work for about a week before driving himself around the bend, but I can't imagine him being chill about it. Hawkeye would be fine, I have 0 problem imagining him in an open relationship or with multiple people, Peggy is non-existent as a character so she's whatever the writer needs her to be to suit the fic, but BJ is the weak link who would send it crashing down.
Thirdly I don't have any emotional investment in BJ's marriage, I don't particularly care about Peg because she isn't an actual character and I have no imagination so I can't emotionally invest in a non-entity, and I think it would be very fitting for BJ's narrative if his marriage crashed and burned when he got back to Mill Valley.
The way he's - textually - most invested in it as a coping mechanism, as per War Co-Respondent, says it all to me, and completely tracks with how that marriage is portrayed throughout the show, imo. He cheats on her in season 5 and tells Aggie that he'd cheat on her again if he didn't need that vision of future with his family to cling to to keep him sane. He's paranoid about Peggy cheating in multiple episodes, he's scared of her having changed when he gets back home (Mail Call 3 iirc), he's scared of her not needing him, he's scared of being replaceable... what he's really scared of is losing his own image of himself as Wholesome Family Man, moreso than anything to do with this specific interpersonal relationship, imo.
I'm not saying he canonically doesn't love her, but I am saying that thematically it's not the most important aspect of their marriage, BJ's self-image is. And that really lends itself to darker takes on their marriage, and/or interpreting BJ as gay and repressed. Which is great for me, because I don't care about hetero relationships in my media, but I do care about interesting character writing, and this is that.
I don't think it's the only fitting culmination of BJ's narrative, but I do think that BJ and Peggy getting divorced is definitely one solid potential ending to it that fits the themes nicely, and it's much, much easier for me to imagine than BJ engaging in a triad relationship or otherwise opening up his marriage.
I also think that there's a solid Peggy vs Hawkeye thread you can trace through the show, and when it comes to narratives where two potentials are pit against each other, I always favour being forced to choose one over a character having their cake and eating it too. I'm a fan of bittersweet choices, consequences, gaining one thing while losing another, sacrifices in the pursuit of happiness, etc. Not a big fan of uncomplicated fluff where everything works out perfectly.
All that said, I did mention being into doomed ot3s, and ngl I would loooove to see a take on Hawkeye/BJ/Peggy that's less of a happily ever after and more of a giant trashfire. BJ telling himself he's cool with it and being completely unable to hide his jealousy at the thought of Hawkeye and Peggy even making small talk without him there. Or BJ trying to finagle an open marriage for me but not for thee set of relationships, idk, could be fun!
BJ's got a lot of flaws, and I'm only really interested in him if we're exploring them.
send me a ☕️ and an opinion (popular or unpopular) and i’ll say whether i agree or disagree
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Mr. Malcolm's List Actor Zawe Ashton Taps Into The Feminine Mystique [Interview]
After watching her turn as the cunning Julia Thistlewaite in "Mr. Malcolm's List," one might expect Zawe Ashton to be similarly intimidating. She's the kind of scene-stealing performer whose reputation definitely precedes her: Ashton's career spans decades, following the actor-writer-filmmaker from the stage to the screen and back again. It's easy to feel intimidated by the thought of speaking to Ashton (I definitely was), but all that melted away when I sat down to chat with the "Mr. Malcolm's List" star.
Speaking with Ashton is like making fast friends with a stranger in the place you least expected to. Her thoughts on Regency life and antiheroism are candid, hilarious, and considerably devoid of ego. Ironically enough, it is ego (and a thirst for revenge) that catalyzes the plot of "Mr. Malcolm's List." After Ms. Thistlewaite is humiliated by the titular Mr. Malcolm (Ṣọpẹ́ Dìrísù) — and immortalized in a Regency-era meme — she sets off to knock the bachelor down a peg. She asks her childhood friend, Selina Dalton (Freida Pinto), to pose as Malcolm's perfect woman, only to leave him high and dry once he starts to fall for her. It's the kind of story you'd expect from a '90s-era rom-com, where the stories usually begin with a harmless bet and feature at least one makeover montage. In that kind of story, Julia would be the villain, a cut-and-dry mean girl who gets what she "deserves" before the credits roll. But for director Emma Holly Jones and writer Suzanne Allain, "Mr. Malcolm's List" was not that kind of story.
Not only is Julia a character worthy of redemption (despite her questionable choices), but she's also worthy of a happily ever after. Her subversive arc appealed tremendously to Ashton, who'd never had the chance to star in a period romance before "Malcolm's List." The process was undeniably euphoric for the actor, especially when it came to the film's gorgeous costumes, but not without a few corset-related challenges. "Getting used to seeing your own bosom whilst acting is definitely a journey," Ashton mused. "But also what I love is, again: The sensuality, the feminine mystique that I'm not drawn to necessarily in my own life. I don't think about enhancing my bosom, necessarily. And I definitely will now from now on — for myself, not for anyone else."
I chatted with Ashton about walking the line between hero and villain, and tapping into the iconography of the Regency period.
You've spoken before about your attraction to more extreme characters. Is that what attracted you to Julia?
Well, do you know, I loved ... when I read [the script], I had 24 hours to read and decide and meet with Emma, our director, because two fantastic actresses had not been able to do the role. And Lyvie, I have no ego about that kind of thing because filmmaking is an intricate process that has lots of just twists and turns. But as an actor, the way that you come onto a project is often so influential. So having that very, very short decision time kind of made the decision easier in a way, because you go straight to the heart of things, I think. So I instantly read the intersection of genres present in this film. I'm a rom-com fan, I'm a fan of the new Regency-core journey that we're on as an industry, so that was an intersection that was a tick.
I also was like, "There's something so contemporary about this woman, Julia." We meet her at a point in her life where she's four seasons without a match. Her mother's starting to give her the side eye at every opportunity, reading out the latest matrimonial news at every opportunity. And that's something I think women can really understand, when society starts to kind of close in on you with that messaging of where you're supposed to be at in your life versus where you might be.
And I think I said to Emma in one of our initial interviews — or our only interview — I was like, "She feels like the Regency Bridget Jones." And that's a wonderful place to start. And then she becomes this protagonist. And then she becomes this humbled figure who lets her guard down and finds love and gets that intention that she sets off in the beginning of her life with, which is to marry for love. And I just really embraced the arc of that. I embraced the lightness and the kindness of the movie. We were in the second wave of lockdown and I knew that it was going to be a really wonderful spiritual reset to do something this fun.
And I have a very, very strong intentionality when it comes to supporting first-time filmmakers from underrepresented intersections. So it was just like "tick, tick, tick, tick, tick" in the space of 24 hours. And then I found out who the cast was and then I said, "Definitely. Please yes, I'll do this."
I love that you touched on kindness, because I feel like Julia sort of walks the scorned woman archetype throughout the film and she does make questionable choices, but she's never demonized. At the very end, she's able to find that she is worthy of love and forgiveness — which from a modern perspective, especially for women of color, that was so, so refreshing to see.
I think it's deeply refreshing to see. And you asked about a penchant for extreme characters. I wasn't drawn to Julia's extremes necessarily, but I'm always drawn to walking that line, I think. People in life are complex and I think I have a superpower as an actor for just really not minding if I'm disliked. I think lots of actors really desperately would like to be liked, but I don't know. I'm open to anti-hero-ness. I think they were the characters that I always warmed to as a child, when I was watching animated films or when you were at a puppet show, or just those first formative steps into understanding different creative worlds. I was an Ursula "Little Mermaid" fan. [Laughs]
They have much more fun, to be honest.
I think it's sort of ... you have to do more work as an audience member, and as an actor if you are going to win them over in the end. And of course you can win people over by just being extremely devious, and that's a very delicious experience.
I really love that also we're seeing an antagonist in a film of this genre who is a woman of color, who isn't attempting to be anything other than who she is. I really don't want to ever defang a performance for the purposes of being palatable. I personally don't feel like I make good work if I'm trying to pander to an audience in that way. And I also feel like you don't keep the door open for even more complex interpretations in that space, unless you really commit to walking that line. So I have a penchant for walking the line.
You've spoken about your relationship to secondhand clothes and how vintage has helped you find characters in the past. How did costuming inform your kind of molding of Julia?
Huge. And I'm so glad they have the costumes on show here at Saks Fifth Avenue as a way of representing this film. I love it mostly because there wasn't a huge amount of budget to make a lot of costumes. We really had to kind of do a lot with a little and that's down to our fantastic costume designer, Pam Downe.
Costume is very influential in this film, because I'd never played this era before, the Regency era. It's something that you've watched for such a long time. It has so much iconography attached to it. Stepping into it is a very, very unique experience, because the door has been closed to this genre to me for a very long time. So putting on a bonnet was heaven. I was like, "I feel cute! And I feel aspirational." Putting on the little ballet slippers that they wore at that time, it's extremely ... again, it's just very, very gentle and very ... it has a softness to it that really does transport you from this world to that one.
Also, I feel like there was something really, really fantastic about how sometimes wrong Julia was getting the fashion of that time. Her huge feather that was extremely offensive to Malcolm, I mean ... there was just a wonderful freedom in that to be someone who was presenting this very fashionable high society woman, but without making those fumbles and mistakes that we all make. Because of course, it was a hedonistic time. We don't think of it necessarily as that because we see the slightly more repressed behavior. Then the Victorians came along and corseted the Georgians up for a reason, because it was kind of sexy and out there! It was, again, it had this contemporary edge of a woman who's kind of embracing the fashions of the time and not necessarily always hitting the mark, but having fun with it. There was a huge freedom in that. (x)
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I love mind control tropes, I love Black Friday, and arguably the most moral characters in the play Tom and Becky being turned by Wiggly into selfish, callous, ruthless antagonists is one of the scariest parts of the play for me. So I ended up writing a little glimpse into Tom’s mind when he’s completely in Wiggly’s thrall, falling deeper and deeper. I’m posting it in case anyone in this fandom shares my love of scenes like this. It’s set right after he leaves Becky and Hannah for dead.
Update: now on AO3 with a second chapter adapting the “If I Fail You” scene.
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Tom ran. His footsteps thundered across the eerie, deserted courtyard. The mall was still swarming with brutal cultists, cultists headed by Linda Monroe at that. Most of them had blood on their hands from the rioting earlier. They would tear him to shreds for the cloth and foam he was clutching. Not to mention Becky would be furious when she woke up - he was sorry, but he couldn’t help that he needed Wiggly more than her, and it was her own fault for sedating herself and becoming dead weight. The sooner he was out of here, the better. The air was thick with tension. Acidic storm clouds were gathering in his stomach, the sense of foreboding that the situation in the mall would only get worse, and he didn’t want to stay to find out how lest hell rain down upon him.
Hell. Wasn’t that kind of funny? All hell breaking loose, over a random toy.
A good toy though, he would admit. His throbbing stab wound made him slow to a walk and he took the time to reexamine his prize. Wiggly really was cute, with his big fuzzy eyebrows and little fingers like twirly straws and soft, fluffy body. Stroking his tumsy-wumsy did feel satisfying.
Hello Tom. I’m so glad you found me. I was afwaid I would never get to play with you.
Whoever designed this little guy knew what they were doing. And the marketing was great. He still couldn’t get that song out of his head. So the mania and murderous cult wasn’t justified, obviously, he wasn’t saying that, but… maybe it was understandable. Maybe Tom could understand all hell breaking loose.
(It didn’t occur to him to be confused that Wiggly knew his name and was saying things besides his scripted lines. It was impossible to be suspicious of anything said in such an endearing voice.)
“My son’s gonna love you,” he muttered.
Tim’s smile beamed in his mind’s eye, so close and ever closer. His face lighting up as he realized why his dad had really left, his laughter as he played with his new toy, a proper embrace between them for the first time in far too long. Tom might have failed his wife and his sister-in-law and his old flame, but he wouldn’t - couldn’t fail his son too. He was still a good dad. He was, dammit. And this would prove it. He had to come through for Tim, no matter the cost.
If he couldn’t even be a good dad anymore… he was nothing. And what kind of parent would he be if he wasn’t willing to do anything for his child?
A failure.
See? He totally needed Wiggly the most! Wiggly was what Tim wanted and as he said, Tim would definitely love him.
Of course he will. Everyone loves me. Everyone wants me, so you’ve got to hold onto me. And I’ll hold onto you too. That’s what fwends do, isn’t it?
What a nice thought: a toy that loved you back. Maybe hell on Earth wasn’t that bad if it meant magic was real.
He nodded at Wiggly in agreement. “No way am I letting you go.”
That’s right. Just hold on; never let go. You’re my fwendy-wend now, and you’re going to play my game. This will be so much fun!
“Yeah. Thanks to you, everything will be perfect,” he breathed, and putting it into words felt like finally sliding a round peg into a circular hole. A beacon of happiness crystallizing in a world of chaos, pain and misery. He had what he needed. It would all be okay. He and his son would live happily ever after, just like life was a story being written for them, with hope building in every subsequent word.
Wiggly’s laughter echoed around his skull. Now Tom didn’t even notice that it wasn’t the same as the recorded version or pay attention to exactly what was said next. Why should he? He already knew that he’d agree with it, because Wiggly was about the only thing that made sense anymore. He was so glad he’d found him. Even the bitter sting of leaving Becky behind faded into sweet oblivion, eclipsed by the joy of a Tickle-Me Wiggly secure in his hands. For the first time since he’d lost Jane, he was getting what he wanted. He was in control of his life again.
You’ve settled right in in Drowsy Town, Tom. Keep enjoying your sleep. Soon it’ll be forever and ever and ever.
He had never been happier.
#okay now watch the whole ‘if i fail you’ scene that comes after this#it’s one of my favourite scenes in the show because a) SONG GOOD and b) such aawesome powerful inner strength and character development#tried to show his motive slipping from ‘tim is all that matters’ to ‘wiggly is all that matters’#also ‘no matter the cost’ is a reference to ‘no matter the cost idle the threat’#i hope i got wiggly’s dialogue right#he has a very unique voice#starkid black friday#black friday spoilers#tom houston#wiggly#wiggog y'wrath#hatchetfield#hatchetfield series#hatchetverse#mind control
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001 for Maevelander :)
* when I started shipping it if I did:
Episode 3 of season 1! They had so many good interactions. I was really intrigued by what kind of person Maeve was to be able to not only date HL, and also somehow manage to extricate herself out of a relationship with him, still be alive, and still have him clearly pining to get back together.
“See that’s what I like about you. You always tell me the truth”. And then in episode 4… the harrowing plane scene. The Boys writers say it sets up a contrast between HL and Maeve’s moralities, of course, but I thought it was also a fascinating example of someone staying silent about a serious crime because it’s their ex-partner who did it. Her evolving and increasing disgust and self-judgement as events spiral out afterwards was very interesting to watch.
* my thoughts:
I do think with each season their interactions got less satisfying 😕 But I adored morallygray!Maeve walking with the devil side by side in season 1 ❤️❤️❤️
* What makes me happy about them:
I thought Maeve was a badass female character, and I really like to think/read about how she first discovered and tapped into HL’s mental subbiness.
* What makes me sad about them:
Well, the fact that they were never really on the same page at all about the relationship is pretty sad. The scene in S3 where she tells HL that she hated him from the start makes her yet another person gaslighting him (don’t think the writers intended this scene to be tragic but it was)
* things done in fanfic that annoys me:
I have to say none of the Maevlander fics I’ve come across have annoyed me. Hypothetically, I’d be annoyed by a fic where HL was cruel and abusive to Maeve and she was meek and long-suffering.
* things I look for in fanfic:
Maeve being dominant in bed, but also Maeve being afraid of HL. The fics that pull off both of those aspects really rev me up. Also, it’s not a requirement but I’ve been delighted by the percentage of fics for this pairing that involve a pegging element— not a necessity by any means, but makes me feral.
* Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other:
Maeve can be with Elena if that makes her happy (maybe this is my own problem but I wish Elena were written as a more interesting character. I didn’t quite feel the chemistry.) I loved Maeve with Butcher, even though it came out of left field— but it would have been an interesting endgame, imo. For HL… he probably needs to end up with someone who genuinely loves him. Which might be impossible if he doesn’t get depowered. He’s going to have to be single dad parenting Ryan :/
* My happily ever after for them:
Homelander harvests her eggs and makes super babies via surrogate…. Juuuuust kiddingggg. I would have loved if Maeve never broke up with him but stayed on as the jaded, cool kid vaping in the bathroom while HL tries to reason with her and please her with romantic gestures, and never dumps her even though she’s undermining his clean cut earnest image and costing him points.
* who is the big spoon/little spoon:
I love HL being possessive of her, hovering around her, coming up behind her, trying to get into her space (Clarification: don’t condone irl, just compelling dynamic). He’s the big dumb eager spoon that her little spoon has to stave off periodically.
* what is their favorite non-sexual activity:
Apparently he liked weekend getaways to Europe with her. I think HL is into the glitz and PR of the relationship. But Maeve didn’t really enjoy any of that. I’d love to have had a glimpse into what HL references as understanding what it’s like for one another, being lonely at the top of the fame pyramid. Did they have quiet nights in where they watched movies and ate ice cream straight out of the pint container? We’ll probably never know from canon.
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And if I said re.dcrackle was ma.iko done better?
My kneejerk response is 'how dare you do Carmen and Gray dirty like that 😭😭😭'
BUT I think I know what you mean--if you take maiko back to the bare bones, you come up with 'childhood friends turned enemies turned lovers', and on that score, red crackle did it MUCH better.
I think a big part of it is that Carmen Sandiego started out giving you the sense that these two characters genuinely loved and cared for one another in the 'childhood friends' portion of their past. (Although it wasn't childhood so much as late adolescence, which probably helps at least a bit--CS never tried to convince me that a one-sided crush from 12-year-old kids would last until they were nearly adults and only then become mutual.) The thing about maiko is... it was entirely one-sided from the very beginning. Shippers will sometimes try to sell you on them being 'childhood sweethearts', but they really weren't--Mai had a crush on Zuko, to which he was oblivious, and likely even if he weren't he wouldn't have wanted to even consider the possibility of returning her feelings because she was his sister's friend and Azula terrified him.
(For good reason, as we see in flashbacks when Zuko is convinced by Ursa to play with his sister and her friends, because then the whole 'knocking Mai into the fountain' thing happens--which, according to the comic that actually explained how they got together in the break between books 2 and 3, she apparently blamed Zuko for, even though it was entirely Azula's fault.)
Gray and Carmen, on the other hand, were established as rivals who quickly became best friends over the course of their year in school together. They clearly cared deeply for one another, and Gray was just as upset as she was when Carmen failed their final exams (and he was clearly devastated when she got taken down trying to stop their 'graduate' mission). They didn't see each other for three years (incidentally, the same length of time between Zuko's banishment and meeting Mai again), at which point they were enemies, and yet Gray was clearly upset at the prospect of having to hurt her. (I maintain that this is why Carmen so easily got the drop on him on that train, and why he gave her the chance to tell the whole story to begin with--he really didn't want to fight her, and his heart just wasn't in it when push came to shove.)
Obviously, this is where the two ships diverge dramatically--Gray got his memory wiped, and Carmen saw it as this bizarre sort of second chance; she befriended him and flirted with him and asked him on a date, she tried to stay away to protect him from VILE taking renewed interest, and she tried desperately to save him when they finally did choose to bring him back into the fold. And then Gray let her go, when she tried to save him only to find the brainwashing had been reversed--because he never wanted to hurt her again. And then he went to ACME after Carmen got VILE-ized, because this wasn't who she was and even if it meant going against everything he'd worked for, it was worth it to give Carmen back her mind and her choice. And then they got married and lived happily ever after -cough- sorry I can't help a bit of editorializing, but ANYway.
Where atla went wrong, I think, is failing to establish any real reason for Mai and Zuko to remain in a relationship after the completion of Zuko's character arc. Mai makes sense as a stopgap measure for a Zuko who is trying desperately to fit back in at home, be the 'prodigal son' returning triumphantly to his father's side, worthy of his father's love--something he'd been desperately working towards ever since his exile--and she was also, incidentally, an example of why Zuko didn't fit any longer. He had become a square peg trying very hard to fit himself into a round hole, and Mai was part of that facade, but once he finally stopped trying and instead left to do what he knew was right, even if it wouldn't be easy... Mai stopped making any sense as a part of his life.
Unlike Gray, who came to understand why Carmen fought so hard against VILE and endeavored to free her even if it meant he had no place in her life any longer (giving up his own place in that world in the process, because he knew there was a chance VILE would kill him even if he succeeded), Mai never seemed to care, much less understand why Zuko left in the first place. She saw it as a betrayal--of her and of his country, and there's never any indication that she came to realize the Fire Nation was wrong and needed to lose the war--right up past the point where she saved his life, which she did because she still had a crush on him, not because she cared at all about the cause for which he was fighting.
Carmen and Gray both grew as characters separately and together--Mai never grew at all, being the exact same person in her last appearance as she was in her first, with the same beliefs and no indication that anything about her worldview had changed, and this is especially egregious when she was paired as a love interest with the character who arguably had the most dynamic growth throughout the series.
So yeah, bottom line? As far as 'childhood friends to enemies to lovers', red crackle did it worlds better than maiko (though, admittedly, that particular bar was kinda on the ground already).
#atla#carmen sandiego#anti maiko#maiko salt#red crackle#salt for ts#long post#Anonymous#asked#kitty meta#a bit late to actually start tagging for it but better late than never lol#zuko#mai salt
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In honor of sunday a not safe for w // ork headcanon under read more to make up for the complete lack of it:
(read only if you are okay with several k -- inks being mentioned)
it's meant for historical verses but you can obviously apply it to ANY with some light changes (she has access to internet in modern days)
Emma is in some ways very traditional: no threesomes (she's too territorial), no being watched (unless it's 'risking to be seen' but she needs to be almost sure they won't be and then she can happily dirty talk the guy into it), no humiliation kink (she'll fight him), no spanking/hitting/blood except for when it comes from scratches.
In other ways, Emma has also slept with many men. MANY men, some very happy to teach her what she could do to pretty much ruin them since Emma is all too happy to learn (she's more the type to give and give until he can't take anymore because she finds that incredibly hot).
So she has learned things that normally wouldn't be accessible to a woman without google/a particular net of friends to explain it to her, such as things she can do to a man that are normally done by other men (if peg--ging was an option she'd go for it immediately, but fingers it is), and she's very into testing the limits of how much at once the man can take, and for how long, and how many times. She prefers tying up to being tied up, but that's also because while she enjoys it, she'd rather give o.ral than to receive it, because she prefers the feelings of having a man at her level to grab and hold close, or 'ts even better if he can pick her up. Not that that's the only thing one can do to her, but in any case she likes being an active participant.
She's a very grabb-y person, basically, and enjoys touching his whole body and can be gentle or rough, depending on the moment. She's also a bit-y person but that's a different matter. So as much as he can take, and as much as he's comfortable letting her explore and try to end him, she'll go with those limitations.
Most importantly, she's also the person who doesn't mind giggling and really enjoying it and kissing the guy before, during and after as much as she can.
Goes without saying that given her trauma she'd panic if someone tried to dominate her, but even without that she's naturally one for taking charge (not that there has to be someone who is in charge, it can just be something mutual with no powerplay whatsoever) and dirty/sweet-talk her way into what to do. But she'll go for fun/rough/spontaneous regardless, and she'd like romantic too probably if she ever tried it.
After she's likely to expect to be pushed away though.
#not safe for ele#so yeah behind the scenes this is it lol#headcanons#also useful to do threads where we skip the doing it part and we go to them actually meeting each other lol#there is obviously more to say but it's a headcanon post not a thesis
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