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Hi. I read that you're in your Captain Rex phase, so for a request, how about he x F! Kix's assistant doctor where is her birthday and Hardcase, Fives and Jesse convince her to celebrate on 79s. She doesn't drink, so when she does this for the first time she ends up confessing her feelings for Rex to his brothers and at that moment he listens. Rex takes her home and takes care of her. And maybe when she's sober they can talk about it, and she finds out that Rex feels the same way about her. ♥️
I Like You - Rex/f!medic reader
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Warnings: alcohol, mentions of syringes (but not used, just thrown away)
Word count: 1544 (dialogue heavy)
A/N: sorry I took a few days! It took me a while to figure out how to write this since I’ve never drank or anything, so a lot of googling! I hope this is what you meant! I’d be happy to rewrite it if you’re not happy!!! ❤️
“Stitches!”
You turn at the call of your name. Well, nickname. Ever since the Republic needed more medics and you came into the 501st family, that’s been your name. The men gave each other names, and they saw fit to give you your own.
“Fives, hey. Did you need somethin’?” You ask as you pick up another discarded syringe from underneath a gurney. The last battle was brutal, with so many fatalities. So many men. Troopers. Friends. Brothers.
“What, I can’t just come and say hi to my favorite medic for no apparent reason?” He smirks. You give him a look.
He folds, “Fine. Well… ‘Case and Jesse told me it was your birthday. Why didn’t you tell us?”
“I didn’t want to make a fu-”
“Don’t lie. I know how you and the other nat-borns avoid birthdays around us. It’s not like we’ll get offended, Stitch. It’s your birthday!” Fives grins and shakes your shoulders enough to make you smile back.
You give him that little shy smile of yours and his gaze softens from excited to empathetic.
“Can we take you out tonight? Not as a date, of course. You have someone in mind for that, don’t you, Stitch?” He waggles his eyebrows at you.
“Shhh! Shut up, we don’t talk about that…”
“Okay, fine. But, please, Stitch? Hardcase and Jesse would be devastated. You don’t want to crush their hearts, do you? Do you?”
“Oh, Fives, you… Fine! I can’t take your begging and pleading. You’re buying,” you say with a grin, walking away to discard the syringe. Fives follows you.
“We have a couple hours until we get home, so… Uh… Do what girls do,” he says.
“Okay, okay! Get out of here already, Maker…” You laugh as Fives hugs you from behind and runs out of the medbay before you can throw anything at him.
Why did I even say yes? I’ve never even touched alcohol and now I’m surrounded by it. I swear, if I’m dragged back to the barracks, I’m killing all three of those idiots.
“Stitch! Over here!” You’re called from a small booth in the back of 79’s. You’ve been to this bar a multitude of times over your two year career in the 501st, but you’ve ever had a drink here. You were, as Hardcase calls it, the designated driver.
You approach the booth, weaving between drunk troopers, their civilian dance partners, and server droids. Fives, Hardcase, and Jesse already had drinks in their hands as you slid in the booth next to Jesse.
“Finally made it. Ordered you a drink,” Hardcase says with his little grin.
“Too kind, good sir,” you retort, shoving Jesse to give you more room in the booth. He shoves back with a smirk.
The server droid quickly delivers your drink, a colorful cocktail with various sugary fruits on skewers balancing on the rim of the glass.
“How can you guys even afford this?” Your jaw goes slack at the sight of the drink.
“Bill it to the Republic!” Fives yells, raising his own glass in the air. Hardcase and Jesse reciprocate, thrusting their glasses in the air, spilling a bit of its contents on the table top.
“Sure, sure, yeah,” you giggle, slightly raising your glass so you don’t knock off the fruits.
It started with the cocktail. Then a few shots of Spotchka. Then some Corellian ale you’ve seen in holo-commercials. The four of you couldn’t even walk straight, but did it matter? It was your birthday and your first time experiencing the feeling of alcohol flowing through your veins.
The buzz kept you upright, kept you awake, kept you partying.
What if he was here… heh, we’d have fun… A lot of fun.
“So, who’s this mystery man we’ve had to hear so much about, Stitch?” Hardcase slurs.
“Oh my Maker… He’s. So. Fine. No, seriously, you don’t understand, ‘Case. And, he’s so nice…” you sigh dreamily.
“Oh, it’s me?” Jesse laughs.
“No… c’mere,” you beckon, the three clones leaning in with wide eyes. “It’s Rex.”
“Ha! I knew it! Stitch likes Rex!” Fives cackles, raising his empty glass in the air. Hardcase’s eyes go wide and he nudges Fives’ ribs with his elbow and points to something, or someone, behind you, in front of them.
“Wha… Oh. Hey, Captain… Didn’t know you were gonna be here…” Fives says, quickly lowering his arm, his face turning a deep scarlet.
Your breath stops halfway to your lungs, your blood running cold. Did he just say captain-
“Different Rex, of course. You know, that one dude… He’s uh… Over there somewhere…” Hardcase quickly says, pointing somewhere across the dimly lit bar. Fives and Jesse turn their attention there as well, all murmuring under their breath about the nonexistent other Rex.
“Okay, I think Stitch has had a bit too much to drink tonight. You’re obviously not getting home by yourselves anytime soon,” Rex says, curling his fingers around your upper arm and easing you to your feet.
“Rex, I, uh…”
“Stitch, don’t worry about it. Let’s get you home, yeah? Let you sober up for the night,” Rex gently pulls you away from the booth, the drunk trio of clones still trying to point out the different Rex. None of them notice as Rex takes you out the backdoor.
“What’s your passcode?” Rex asks as he comes to a stop at the door of your apartment, ready to type in your code.
“7-5-6-7,” you recite, your cheeks burning a bright pink. Rex raises his brows with a little chuckle and pulls you inside, shutting the door behind you.
“Let’s get something non-alcohol related into your system. You have water in the conservator?” He asks, gently pushing you onto a kitchen chair.
“Mmhmm.”
He finds a bottle of water and a ration pack, opens both, and places them in front of you.
“I want them both gone,” he firmly says as he slides in the seat across from you. He watches, making sure you eat and drink everything. “Happy Birthday, by the way.”
He said Happy Birthday to me. He said Happy Birthday to me. He said Happy Birthday to me. He said-
“Thanks.”
Once the ration pack is eaten and the glass is empty, Rex cleans up, ordering you to the bedroom. You sit on the bed, not wanting to go and find your pajamas, not wanting to clean off your makeup.
“C’mere,” his soft voice coos. It’s music to your ears, the way his accent makes him pronounce the sounds just a tad differently.
He grabs a wipe from your adjacent bathroom and gently wipes away the cosmetic gunk you painted on your face. You just barely hear him whisper, “Don’t see why you need it. You’re beautiful without it.”
The words bring warmth to your chest, butterflies to your stomach, happy thoughts to the mushy thing between your ears. He called me beautiful…
He turns away as you change into just your undershirt, hiding the rest of your body beneath the covers of your bed.
“Ah ah! Not on the stomach or back. Your side, Stitch,” he says, turning around and pushing you onto your side, piling pillows to keep you in position.
“But what if I like sleeping on my tummy?” You ask, trying to roll over to face him. He sighs.
“And you think I’m a difficult patient?”
“But… What if I get uncomfy?”
“Hon, lie still, please.”
“Bu-”
“No.”
You pout, jutting out your bottom lip. Rex smiles. “You’re cute like this. Get some sleep, Stitch.”
He called me cute…
Waking up with a skull crushing headache made you rethink going out in the first place. The nausea hits you as you sit up, your head spinning. The Coruscant sun spills through your translucent curtains, illuminating your bedroom.
The sounds of passing speeders whirling past your windows are muted by the durasteel walls. Someone, a man, sits in the chair beside your window, his face is slowly revealed as the sun rises higher.
Rex… he stayed with me… Aw, he’s sleeping…
“Mmm… Finally ‘wake…” he says, his husky voice laced with sleep. His eyes crack open and his drowsy hazel irises look upon yours. “Feeling okay?”
“Did… Did you sleep there?”
“Mmhmm… I didn’t wanna intrude. It’s your bed,” he says, rubbing his eyes with his calloused hands. “But how do you feel?”
“Hungover, I guess.”
“First time?”
You nod. “About what I said last night…”
“Hey, no. Don’t apologize, okay? I… like you, as well, Stitch,” Rex says, coming over and sitting beside you on your bed, the mattress dipping beside you.
“I- What? You do?” Your eyes widen, everything that happened, every little thing he cooed in your ear the previous night, all of it comes back. He called you cute. Beautiful.
He nods, wringing his hands in his lap, a shy smile tugging at his lips. He turns slightly to face you, the two of you subconsciously leaning in. Your lips part as your eyes drift down to his own lips, his tongue quickly wetting them.
“I really like you, Stitch…” He murmurs as he leans in closer.
“I really like you, to-” You’re shut up by his lips pressing against yours.
Maybe I won’t kill the idiot trio, afterall…
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Unrequited Dreams
WinterIron, M, 3.5k - Soulmate AU, Angst, hopeful ending
I can finally share my piece from the Reforged WinterIron Zine! I'm so excited, I'd had the idea for this fic for years and it was delightful to finally bring it to life. And now I get to share!
Thank you to all the mods over at @reforgedzine for making this happen!
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The night before his thirteenth birthday Bucky is so excited he can barely fall asleep, because he’s going to have his first dream about his soulmate.
The anticipation has been building for weeks, for years; his family has taken to fondly rolling their eyes because Bucky can't talk about anything else. He can’t wait to find out something, anything about his soulmate, about how they'll meet for the first time. He can't wait to start trying to make sense of the hazy details the dream will leave him with.
In the morning, Bucky wakes up sobbing, because now he knows that his soulmate is gorgeous and graceful. That knowledge is crystal clear even if few other details are.
And now, Bucky knows that he's going to put a gun in his soulmate's face and pull the trigger.
~
Thirteen year old Tony wakes up feeling cold and hollow except for a sharp ache settling deep in his chest.
Apparently, it was stupid to be excited, just like Howard always said. Because now he knows that their first meeting involves his soulmate pushing him away.
Literally.
Tony knows that dreams are funny things. He read all about soulmate dreams and how easy it is to misinterpret them, how they tend to exaggerate, back when he was dumb enough to look forward to them. But he would swear that the shove felt hard enough to knock the air from his lungs, felt strong enough to throw him clear across the room.
The ache in his chest lingers the entire day, and every morning that he wakes up from the same dream, the pain is agonizingly fresh, digging a little deeper.
So Tony grows up and learns how to push people away first. He tells himself that when he meets his soulmate, he’ll be ready.
~
Bucky never tells anyone about the dream, even when his parents give him concerned looks. Eventually people stop asking.
Every time he has the dream, Bucky remembers a little more. His soulmate is dressed in mostly black, moving gracefully and carelessly through a room in chaos. His soulmate has gorgeous eyes and a wicked, beautiful smirk.
Every time, Bucky shoots his soulmate in the face and wakes up nauseous.
At least when he joins the army, no one else talks about their dreams either. Most nights, Bucky is too exhausted to dream at all, and it’s almost a relief when nightmares start to overtake the few times that he does.
~
Most nights, Tony drinks until he falls into a short, restless sleep, just to avoid the one dream he doesn't want to have.
He doesn’t want to see his soulmate’s cold, emotionless eyes. He doesn’t want the all-too-brief feeling of his soulmate's hand beneath his own before he's shoved away.
When Tony does dream, it’s of clenched fists, feeling frustrated, helpless. Feeling like his entire life is falling apart around him, and it’s all so stupid.
So he refuses to figure out any other details because he’s already going to have to live through it at some point. He doesn't want to know if that fleeting contact of hand against hand is a first meeting, doesn’t bother trying to remember anything about the large, bright room the dream takes place in or the people around them. He doesn’t care if it's a charity gala or something else. None of it matters.
Tony wakes up and drinks more.
He builds and smiles for the press. He does his best to not lose the few people he has, and tells himself that he won’t care when his soulmate doesn’t want him.
Sometimes he even believes it.
~
The Winter Soldier doesn’t dream at all.
Not during the short, fitful sleep he gets on missions. Certainly not while he’s frozen.
He forgets.
~
When the moment finally happens in real life, they don’t recognize it.
Bucky isn't in his right mind. He’s barely clinging to awareness past the hold of the conditioning in a room in chaos. He doesn't recognize the graceful motions of the gorgeous man who jumps into the fight, or the moment he points his gun in the man's face.
The bullet doesn't connect, and when Tony doesn't die, the Winter Soldier rips his hand away from Tony’s, shoves him across the room and knocks the air out of his lungs.
Tony isn’t thinking about the brief contact of his hand on Barnes’ over the barrel of a gun, of Barnes’ hand splayed across his chest. He’s thinking about the fact that his life is falling apart, and that he needs to stop a rampaging Winter Soldier. He doesn’t have time to think about the splinter itching at the back of his mind.
They don’t even notice when they stop having the dreams, after that moment.
~
Tony is alone in his workshop, in the too-empty compound, when it hits him that he doesn’t even remember the last time he dreamt of his soulmate.
It’s not just because he barely sleeps, not just because when he does dream it’s of his friends falling from the sky, of cities and worlds crashing to the ground. He’s spent so much time trying to ignore the dream, apparently he’s even been ignoring the fact that it’s gone.
It’s a stupid thing to be upset about.
Tony has always known how they would feel about him, known they wouldn’t want anything to do with him, but he still has to sit on the cold tile floor as his legs give out. He blinks back tears, wondering how far he must have fallen, if he doesn’t even deserve a soulmate who pushes him away anymore, doesn’t deserve anyone.
He wonders if his soulmate dreams about someone else now.
~
Bucky is in Wakanda, trying to find peace, when a doctor asks about the dream.
For a second Bucky doesn’t remember. And then he does. And he can’t breathe.
He doesn’t dream much anymore. When he does, it’s always nightmares. He hasn’t dreamt of his soulmate since before the war.
Before the Soldier.
And Bucky realizes he’s probably already killed his soulmate, and doesn’t even remember it. Everything goes fuzzy.
No one asks about the dreams again. Bucky has so many regrets to move past, he just shoves this one down with all the others. His soulmate is probably long gone. There’s no need to think about it.
So, he tries not to.
~
Having everyone back at the compound is exactly as awkward-as-hell as Tony thought it would be. It only makes him feel a little better that he’s clearly not the only one feeling it.
The reasoning is sound, the threat is coming, but that doesn’t mean Tony has to be happy about it.
But he smiles, shakes hands when he has to, and reminds himself this is for the best. He can bury his hurt feelings for the good of the world. He can be an adult, pretend everything is fine. He shows everyone to the residential wing, despite most of them already knowing their way around, and doesn’t meet anyone’s eyes as he says to make themselves at home.
Slowly, they start putting the team back together. There’s lots of talks about trust and honesty that feel hollow and stilted, but Tony supposes it’s progress.
They still work well together in the field, but that was never the Avengers’ problem.
Around the compound, though, the split remains obvious. Everyone seems torn between walking on eggshells and the urge to act like nothing’s changed even though it has, Tony among them.
The different sides of the war still give each other wide berths in the hallways, and Steve still stands protectively between Tony and his shadow of a best friend when they happen to run into each other in the gym.
Tony spins on his heel with a lazy wave, doesn’t even care if he’s too obvious. For just a moment, Tony’s gaze meets Barnes’ as he turns.
For just that moment, Tony finds himself caught in that deep blue stare before the doors slide closed behind him.
~
Bucky spends a lot of time wandering the compound.
He’s aware everyone thinks it’s a paranoid-perimeter-check thing, which it partially is. But it's also just him enjoying the novelty that he can spend his time wandering aimlessly. He can go where he wants when he wants, never has to sleep unless he chooses to.
He’s still getting used to it; remembering how to enjoy the freedom.
Which is how he runs into Stark in the kitchen at three AM, when he’s trying to outrun his nightmares. Tony is apparently making pancakes.
Bucky freezes in the doorway as they stare at each other. Just when he’s preparing to back away, Stark’s lips curl into a tiny smile. Stark tips his head towards the rest of the kitchen, obviously inviting him to stay instead. Bucky grabs an apple and sits at his usual spot at the far end of the table, trying to look comfortable, and it’s somehow easier than he’s expecting.
It’s only a couple minutes before Stark finishes making and neatly stacking his pancakes on a plate. Then he dumps everything in the dishwasher and shoots Bucky only the briefest look before leaving with his plate of food.
Bucky tells himself to avoid the kitchen around that time. He should give Stark some space, because he’s so clearly uncomfortable with everyone being back.
But two sleepless nights later, Bucky’s feet carry him on a familiar path without thought.
Stark is making waffles this time. He barely even looks up as Bucky takes up the same space at the table. Stark glances at him again as he’s preparing to leave, at the power bar Bucky’s been picking at, then transfers one waffle to a smaller plate. He sets the small plate on the table, just within Bucky’s reach. Then to Bucky’s surprise, Stark sits at the counter instead of leaving.
Bucky pulls the plate closer, and they eat in total silence. They’re not even facing each other and Bucky is actually a little relieved. He doesn’t know what to say to anyone these days, much less Stark.
It’s the first time they’ve done more than pass in the hallways, but it’s not as uncomfortable as it should be. When Tony stands to leave with a wave and a small, warm smile, Bucky finds himself disappointed.
~
As the weeks go by, Tony notices Barnes getting more comfortable around the compound, sometimes with Steve but most often alone.
Not that Tony lets himself wonder why he cares, why he scrolls through security feeds of the hallways like he needs to check on Barnes. It’s just morale has been slowly improving, and that’s the last bridge Tony has to mend. Or, the last bridge to build from scratch over a giant chasm, in this case.
He’s coming back late from a charity event, a little tipsy with plans to head to the lab, but gets sidetracked when he passes through the living room and realizes Barnes is on the couch watching Star Trek. Tony pauses for a second, filled with nostalgia, but he tells himself to leave Barnes to his marathon in peace.
To his surprise, Barnes looks at him with a tiny smile, unsure but devoid of suspicion or impatience. Tony sinks into an armchair, asking himself why. They proceed to watch four and a half episodes in silence.
Tony wakes up to Steve and Sam clomping through after their morning run, slumped down in the chair with a blanket carefully draped over him.
It becomes a habit, and Barnes becomes Bucky, even if they haven’t actually spoken yet.
So maybe Tony has FRIDAY alert him when Bucky is queuing up the next episode so he can head to the living room. After the first time, though, Bucky waits for him to arrive before hitting play and greets him with a smile that gets brighter every time.
Tony doesn’t let himself wonder about the why’s. Like why he spends so much time simply existing in the same room as Bucky, why that doesn’t feel awkward at all. Or why it seems to be the only thing that helps Tony ignore the empty pit in his chest.
One night, Tony realizes he hasn’t seen Bucky in a while. There’s been no marathon nights despite being due to start Next Generation. He tells himself it’s not creepy to flip through security feeds., He’s just curious how Bucky is spending his sleepless nights now.
Tony’s heart leaps into his throat when he finally locates Bucky on the roof of the hanger, standing on the ledge. He’s breathless by the time he makes it to the hangar, heart racing and legs shaking from the sprint. He doesn’t even know what he thinks is happening, except…
Bucky looks at him with wide, exhausted eyes when Tony bursts through the door, and he could swear Bucky’s shoulders drop in relief. Tony doesn’t have time to think. He just starts talking, because Bucky looks so haunted, and Tony knows a thing or two about distractions.
They’re still on the roof when the sun comes up., And Bucky has to stop pointing out all the constellations he can remember while Tony fills him in on the new star science he’s missed.
~
After the roof, something shifts.
Bucky can’t put his finger on exactly what it is, or even when it happens. But that one stilted conversation about the stars becomes less stilted conversations about whatever’s on TV becomes friendly debates about the merits of different toppings as they make pizza at midnight.
Before Bucky knows it, he feels like he’s home.
He finds a groove with his new life and starts branching out, starts connecting with the rest of the team. He’d almost forgotten what it felt like to be a person. To actually interact when he passes people in the hallway and eat with a group.
To be more than a ghost, to be part of something good.
Always though, he gravitates back to Tony. Because Tony actually makes him laugh and it fills a void in his chest Bucky has long gotten used to. Because Tony is always trying to do better and god Bucky wants to learn how.
Because when Tony’s been on an inventing binge, Bucky can trick him into taking a nap by putting on home improvement shows, and it makes Bucky feel like he’s doing something right. The team smirks when they walk in on Tony drooling on his shoulder, but it’s not like that.
He recognizes the look Steve and Natasha start to give him, smug and knowing. And fine, maybe Tony would have been exactly his type, before. But it’s not like that.
Because Bucky is the man who killed his soulmate. He doesn’t let himself think about that kind of thing.
~
When Bucky decides that he wants to officially join the Avengers, Tony leaps at the chance to make him new gear.
He does the same for the entire team, after all, making sure everyone’s safe. It doesn’t make Bucky special. No matter what the wide grins from Rhodey try to imply.
Tony just loves a challenge, loves the excuse to build something new. So maybe he gets more input from Bucky than anyone else, offers to help Bucky test all the gear on top of team training, but it’s not an excuse to spend more time together. He just sees what Bucky is trying to do, and he’s all too familiar with that struggle.
Despite the knowing looks from everyone, it doesn’t mean anything that he lets Bucky into the lab to see the prototypes, even if it is Tony’s only place of solitude in the compound. Even if eventually Bucky just hangs out there with him for hours.
Tony keeps telling himself it means nothing.
Watching Bucky try to teach DUM-E checkers is the final straw, though. Warmth fills Tony’s chest so fast and hard that he can’t breathe around it. And he finally admits that maybe it all means something.
But Tony is the man who doesn’t deserve a soulmate, who never even got to meet them. Who’s not sure he’d want to meet them anymore, as guilty as it makes him feel.
Maybe he can’t lie to himself anymore. Maybe he’s completely in love, but Tony knows better than to say anything.
~
Days spent in the lab with Tony run together in the best possible way. It’s a blur of playing with the bots, watching Tony create the future, and trying to convince him maybe the new reboots of Star Trek do have something to offer.
Bucky knows what a privilege it is to be here, to see Tony at his most relaxed and occasionally unhinged. He tries not to let it go to his head, give him ideas, even though every day he falls more in love. He’s even getting used to the pangs of guilt over the soulmate he should miss.
Until one day they’re watching a movie on the lumpy couch in Tony’s lab. When it’s revealed that Tony called the plot twist from the very beginning, he smirks at Bucky at just the right angle.
Bucky’s heart drops into the floor.
He knows that smirk. He’s seen it a thousand times in a thousand dreams, even if he hasn’t had it in years, he remembers.
And of course it’s Tony, who’s smart and gorgeous, graceful and just the right amount of wicked. Who Bucky already loves so much he can’t breathe sometimes.
Tony, who he still can’t possibly deserve.
So Bucky says nothing, as happy as he thinks he’ll ever be. Tony is here, alive. Bucky’s soulmate is too smart and too tough to die. Bucky gets to watch the way he laughs when their friends do something stupid, to watch Tony’s back in fights while they both try to do better.
He’ll never get to taste the edges of Tony’s smile, but he shoves that aside. Tony is alive. That’s more than enough.
~
Tony’s first thought when he wakes half-buried under rubble is that he’s officially over alien invasions. The second is that the power of the suit fading in and out, causing the concerned shouting over the comms to cut in and out, is really not helping with his throbbing head.
The aliens swarm into what’s left of the nightclub, stealing his attention before Tony can work up the breath to answer, and all the suit’s questionable power has to go to blasting the ones that get too close. The oversized bug-like soldiers just keep coming, and Tony starts to wonder if he’d be better off ditching the deadweight of the armor.
But he’s not sure he can make a run for it. His head is spinning and he’s dimly aware of blood filling the suit, and the aliens are still coming—
There’s a roar of approaching gunfire and then Bucky is bursting into the destroyed building, wielding a large knife and the only gun Tony has built in years.
And the thing is…Tony knows those movements.
He knows that brutal fighting style, the blank rage in those blue eyes. He recognizes the wrath of the Winter Soldier. He’d been dreaming of it most of his life.
Tony can’t believe he never put it together before, because of course it’s Bucky. Resilient and brave and so kind, Bucky who still deserves so much better than Tony. Of course.
Maybe it’s just easier to recognize him with unconsciousness trying to drag Tony under. Maybe Tony’s already dreaming.
He must be, because suddenly Bucky is leaning over him. His eyes are warm, and scared. Tony doesn’t know this part of the dream, doesn’t know what happens next.
Everything is going black. Tony struggles to find his words, to plead. To beg not to be shoved away again.
~
Bucky sits unmoving beside Tony’s hospital bed for three days, even though all he wants to do is run.
He saw the recognition in Tony’s eyes, he knows that Tony knows. He wants to leave before Tony asks him to, because what else could Tony want from a soulmate like him?
But that’s not what Tony had said. Tony asked him to stay while sounding so scared, so resigned. Like he knew Bucky wouldn’t and it was already breaking his heart.
So, Bucky stays.
He’s staring at his fists, trying to stop himself from wondering, when the heart monitor starts beeping triple time, giving away that Tony is awake. Bucky jerks his gaze up to meet Tony’s big brown eyes, watches the flashes of fear and hope that go through them.
Bucky knows he must look terrible, hasn’t slept or shaved in days. He’s barely eaten, and he can feel the lines of worry set into his face. But Tony’s still looking at him with something like awe, just because he’s here.
When Tony smiles nervously the wave of hope that crashes over Bucky nearly overwhelms him, could crush him beneath it.
Bucky smiles back.
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Who the Heck is This Izumi Chick?!
Besides just being the club mama….
First off, she seems like a kind person and as Kamiya stated, definitely not suited to be wrapped up in the Yakuza-girly lifestyle. I'm going to throw out a few speculations as to what her relationship to Doumeki could be and her importance to the plot. These ideas are based off of theories I have read and my own thoughts/interpretations :)
Doumeki's confidant/friend This does seem out of character for Doumeki but I'll list it as a possibility anyway. Maybe they're just friends and he confides in her about emotional things, his past?. Maybe she knows about everything that happened four years ago. She seems to know things about Doumeki that other characters don't. Like how she seemed confused when Kamiya referred to Doumeki as her boyfriend in Ch. 54. Not to mention that Kamiya says "He's always going over to your house" now I know D doesn't like sex that much, lol - at least with people who aren't Y. And he did mention he usually takes care of that himself. Think about it, if they were just sleeping together or in a relationship, there wouldn't be so much ambiguity surrounding their association with each other - Sensei has ofc done this purposefully! She wouldn't be acting so "weird" about it, if you ask me. Maybe she knows Aoi or helps D keep tabs on his family and gets money to them. idk idk idk, ahhhh! OOOO maybe when after kamiya left and izumi repeated to herself his words, "Not suited, huh." It was something she heard before from someone - D maybe? what could this meannn. What other reason could D have for visiting her all of the time? Do you think she's seen him smile? That would be adorable if it was a friendship. It would definitely be nice, but this is my theory that I think is the most off and doesn't fit the plot/characters. womp womp.
Secret tattoo Artist Not very likely Imo, I feel like a person would have come to the house (I'm not familiar with where irezumi is normally done in the yakuza) to do D's tattoo or he would go to the same person who did Tsukanawa's. I'm not sure if he got the tattoo after he saved Niki - I'm pretty sure he did - but maybe Tsukanawa and the others suggested he get one after his noble feat? Like an emblem. Maybe Tsukanawa offered to pay for it? Also, I saw a post on here that said D's tattoo didn't look finished yet, but I disagree. If that were so, I think Y would have mentioned it or something - or maybe it would be more obvious to the reader that it is still in progress. Y just says, "he went and got a back tattoo" and not something like "The idiot's got a half-baked tattoo on his back." AND if she did tattoos, I'm sure it wouldn't be a secret to everyone else. AND if the reason D was over her apartment all of the time was because of his tattoo that wouldn't make sense because you need time to heal between sessions and his back would be protected with something if he was.
Sex Buddy (turned friend) I could definitely see D attempting to get over Y in some way over the 4 years they were apart - albeit clinging onto hope that one day - somehow - they would reconnect. And during that period, I can imagine him experimenting with another person to "get over" Y (as if) or just to explore his own sexuality in a healthy way - especially as he matured and formed his own identity separate from Y. Maybe it started as sex, and they became friends? I still don't know though, because he is so terrified of being a rapist like his dad with Y, so it's also hard to imagine him - pardon my language - dominating a woman like that. Especially if what happened with Aoi still lingers in his mind. Even though Y tried to comfort him I'm sure he still feels the guilt. Saving Niki may have helped his guilt though - finally being able to successfully protect someone he cares for. ALSO, D denies having a woman when asked by Tsukanawa several times, but when Y assumes he has a woman during their encounter in Ch. 46 he confirms that he does. which is it Doumeki? Sounds suspicious to me. And it's not as if he is too shy to tell his boss that he has a woman, I mean he told Tsukanawa about his jerking off habits soooo.... I think he said this to make Y jealous - he was even looking away from Y with his head hung down as he answered the question...
Plot Driver Assuming my first theory to be true: Maybe something happens with the yakuza plot to where D is in a really bad situation (about the money he stole, Misumi, involvement with Y, disobeying Tsukanawa, current group drama, etc) and Izumi is the one to offer up crucial information about his past that ends up helping him?
A query... In Ch. 46 Izumi asks Kamiya not to spread around rumors of her and D's assumed relationship status because it might cause trouble. My question is why? What kind of trouble? Why would them dating be an issue? Thoughts?
Please share your thoughts also! And be well people <3
Disclaimer: These are purely my own ideas/theories/opinions, and they are all most likely incorrect lol. I'm just having fun speculating about what's to come :D
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The Fake Girlfriend - pt. 4*
Summary: “Harry and Y/N faked their break-up when they got back to the wedding, and they haven’t seen each other since. But Y/N can’t handle the silence, and decides to confront him.”
Wc: 5.2k
Tropes: semi-enemies-to-lovers (she hates him)
Warnings: angst, overdue confessions, possessiveness, feral!Harry, elevator sex, multiple orgasms (f!receiving), overstimulation (slightly)
A/N: The final part is here!!! I hope you enjoyed this little ride. Thank you for the likes, reblogs and comments. I just wrote this in one sitting, and I haven’t actively proof read it, but I wanted to upload it anyway and I’ll go over it again tomorrow. Enjoy!
It has been three weeks since Harry and I flew back home. After our adventure in the broom closet, Harry’s entire energy had shifted and he was being distant, except when we needed to prove to everyone that we were a couple.
The flight was nothing short of excruciating, and a part of my soul, one that I had decided to lock up for my own sanity, hoped that the plane would never hit the ground. It had become evident that once back home, everything would go back to how it used to be. That stupid flight was the last time I could pretend Harry and I would ever stand a chance.
I was in awe with how fast I'd fallen for him, but seeing him around his family, having him touch me in the ways he did, and watching his eyes sparkle whenever he looked at me. I'm positive I'm making half of it up, especially because I've been reeling over everything that happened over the past week.
Harry and I had agreed, before we even stepped on the plane to Italy, to just tell our friends that it didn't work out once we got back. To say that we got into a fight on the way home, and we were back to hating each other's guts.
At the time I wondered how I was going to fake being heart broken in front of my friends, but I didn't have to lie. Zoey and Natalia were shocked to see how affected I was by this supposed break-up. They never said 'I told you so', but I know they were thinking it. Nonetheless, they stayed with me, talking about it all night.
I managed to twist the story to fit the narrative Harry and I told everyone. I just needed to talk to someone about the whole situation with Ophelia and how I felt foolish for ever thinking we'd have a shot in the first place.
A week after we got back, I saw him in the hallway of the literature building. He doesn't take any literary classes, so I was startled when I saw him standing there. He was alone, and looking at me, but he didn't walk up to me. I tore my gaze away from him and walked into the classroom. I still don't know what we talked about in that class, but I remember sitting by the window to watch him walk to the engineering building, hands buried in his pockets.
Thirty days have passed, and I'm still not entirely over it. Zoey and Natalia asked me to go out for drinks tonight, and I reluctantly accepted. I need to get out of this house and start moving on from the confusing mess I worked myself into.
We meet at a local Irish pub near the campus. Upon arriving, I almost immediately spot the girls sitting in one of the bigger booths. As I near, I spot a few of Malcolm's friends, and my ex himself in the booth too. Zoey sees me and comes running as fast as she can, pulling me away from the table.
"I am so sorry!" She begins, a stressed look on her face. "We texted you that he was here, but we weren't sure if you'd get them in time. I swear, we didn't know he was coming."
I throw her a smile, then pull her into a hug. Zoey stays still first, but slowly wraps her around me too. When I get out of the hug and look back at her, her wide eyes are filled with question marks.
"I really don't care, but thank you for trying to warn me." I rub her arms soothingly. I still sound sad, I know that, but I can't help it. Maybe a beer will help me relieve some of the weight I've been feeling on my shoulders these past few weeks.
"You really liked Harry, didn't you?" She asks me, and I nod, because it's in the past now so there is no point in denying it anymore. "Even though you dated for such a short time."
"He just... I don't know, Zoe. He felt so familiar, and I thought that meant something..." I shrug, feeling my heart strain as I talk. "But it didn't. My mistake."
Zoey gives me a sad smile, and suggests to go get a drink. I agree and we walk to the bar together, where we both order some kind of special beer we've never tasted before. We get caught up in a conversation, and our huge glasses are half-empty by the time we get back to the booth. I greet everyone, blowing a kiss to Natalia who sits in the middle of the booth. She shares the same worried look as Zoey, but at the sight of our faces, she relaxes a bit.
I feel Malcolm's burning stare on me. He is sitting with his arm around another girl, slouched back, fiddling with his empty glass on the table. I don't gift him the satisfaction of meeting his eye any more than necessary, and pick up the conversation with Zoey where we left it off.
An hour goes by, and no one dares to mention Harry so far, which makes me a lucky girl because I don't want to hear about him right now. But I think my mind jinxed it, unfortunately, because over Zoey, Natalia and my laughter, I hear Malcolm's voice say something I didn't even know I was dreading until the words come out of his mouth.
"Did you see that blonde chick Harry was with the other day?" He asks Noel, one of his idiot friends, who has always hated me for some reason. Noel nods intently.
"Oh yeah she was insanely hot, where the fuck did he even get her from?" He replies, and even though I'm not looking at him, I can feel the smirk in his voice.
But I don't really care about the malice with which those words were spoken. All I can think about is the word 'blonde', and how much I wish it isn't who I think it is.
I take a deep breath and finish my beer in one go. I have taken note of the awkward silence that dominates the table, but I don't let it get me self-conscious.
"I have to go." I say to Zoey, and start moving towards the end of the booth. She moves along with me and gets out of the booth so I can get out, but she looks concerned.
"Don't let Mal get to you. He's a jerk." She pleas, and I shake my head.
"He isn't getting to me. I just need to go, I need to see Harry." I explain, even though I'm risking the chance that Natalia and Zoey will physically restrain me from going.
"I'll drive you." I hear Natalia say from behind me. I turn around and see her getting out of the booth as she throws on her jacket.
"Where are you guys going?" Noel asks, a bit of an angry tone in his voice. Natalia turns around and scowls at him.
"To find guys whose balls have dropped."
With that, Zoey and Natalia escort me out of the pub, and we giggle as we get into the car.
"Okay, where does he live again?" Natalia says, getting her car GPS ready. I give her the address, which is actually quite close to the pub, and in under five minutes we have arrived at his apartment complex. I've never been here before, but I keep that to myself, of course.
"All right," Natalia and Zoey turn around to me, who is sitting in the backseat. "let us know when you're inside and if you want us to wait, okay?"
I nod at them, and they cheer me on as I get out of the car. Anxiety fills me as I make my way towards the door, and I feel like I might just throw up as I ring the bell. However, Harry doesn't answer it. To my luck, a woman opens the door from the inside, and holds the door for me so I can walk inside.
Utter fear and excitement make my body shiver as I stand in the empty elevator, waiting to reach the seventh floor where Harry lives. I speed walk towards his front door, but once I'm in front of her, I get increasingly more anxious about knocking.
What if Ophelia is still here? What if they're inside together? I'd look like a fool. Hell, I already do. What part of me even assumed he feels something for me in the first place. For all I know, he doesn't give two shits about me.
But the second I take a physical step back, I shake my head. No, I need to talk to him.
I knock a couple of times, but there is no answer. I stand there for a minute, then knock again. After three minutes of standing there in silence, my shoulders start to slump. He's not here. But there is a string of motivation that pulls me along anyway, and it makes me pick up my phone and dial his number.
Much like his door, he doesn't answer the phone, and I am connected to his voicemail. I take a deep breathe as the peep reaches my ear.
"Hi," I softly say when the peep has faded and it's up to me to leave him a message. "I... I'm uh, I'm at your apartment, but you're not home— Of course, otherwise I wouldn't have had to leave this voicemail."
I squeeze my eyes shut at the awkward trailing off, and clench my jaw to shut myself up before I say too much stupid shit.
"But uhm, I heard you were with— never mind. Can we talk? Let me know, okay?" I stumble, before hanging up. I sigh, rolling my eyes at my own stupidity as I walk back to the elevator.
When I'm back at the car again, the girls are quick to jump me with questions, but their voices fade at the sight of my disappointed face.
"We'll drop you off at your apartment, okay?" Natalia says as Zoey grabs my hand and squeezes it. I silently nod, feeling too stupid to talk or move.
It doesn't take long to get to my apartment, which is on campus. I huh the girls goodbye and make a beeline for the elevator, wanting to get into my bed as soon as possible and watch movies for the rest of the night.
When the elevator reaches my floor, I am quick to step out, but my eyes widen at the person I spot.
At my front door is Harry, whose head shoots towards me at the ping of the elevator. His eyebrows raise at the sight of me, like he's relieved to see me. In a matter of seconds, he's standing in front of me.
"What are you doing here?" I managed to say, my mind cloudy from the surprise of him standing at my front door after I just came back from standing at his front door.
"Making up for my stupidity." He says without missing a beat, a sad look in his eyes. It looks an awful lot like the way he looked at me in the broom closet as his energy completely shifted and he emotionally closed himself off from me for the rest of the trip.
"D– did you get my voicemail?" I ask him, but he shakes his head. I stare at him, doe eyed. Freaky.
"I was just at your apartment. You weren't there, and I thought you were with... Malcolm said he saw you with a blonde girl and I... oh, I don't know I'm rambling." I wave it off, shrugging my shoulders.
"I wasn't." Harry leans down to meet my eyes, and when he does, he says it again. "I wasn't."
He cups my face with his hands and waits for me to respond to him. I nod, softly, my stomach turning at the touch of his hands on my face, and I fight the urge to close my eyes.
"Look, this whole thing is stupid. I caught feelings, and I think I saw things and found meanings that weren't there." I confess to him, the tension in my body already starting to fade away. "I just got weirdly jealous of Ophelia. I mean, here I was with this crush that had been developing for a couple weeks, while she has this deep history with you. I know I can't compete with someone like that."
Harry frowns as if I'm telling him lies, and it gets me a little bit insecure.
"But, I don't know. I guess I just wanted to apologize for if I made things weirder than they needed to be." I give him a half-smile. "So, sorry."
It stays silent between us, for a couple of minutes, but then Harry let's put a short laugh. My cheeks begin to heat up at the sound of it. Is he laughing at me?
I roll my eyes. I thought he was serious about talking to me, and now I feel stupid for what I just said. I go to walk past him, but he doesn't allow me to.
"Let me through." I demand, trying to push his arm away, but he just shakes his head.
"No."
"I'm not going to stand if you're just going to laugh at me. Let me through, Harry." I argue, but he doesn't budge. I groan loudly, then turn around and walk towards the elevator. I hear his footsteps behind me , but I ignore them.
"What are you doing?" He asks, watching me as I push the button from the elevator over and over again, as if it has any effect on the speed with which it will arrive.
"Getting away from you." I grit through my teeth, a little sense of victory washing over me as the elevator door opens. I have no idea where I'm going, but I'm currently opting for tattling Harry to the janitor so he'll get kicked out of the building.
Not so much to my surprise, he follows, standing in front of the buttons. He smirks lazily as I try to move him away, and eventually manage to push the '1' button. The door closes, and I go to turn around, but Harry pulls me back against him, and suddenly the elevator starts shaking a bit, and we come to a halt. I push Harry's arm away from my waist and turn around to see his hand still around the emergency stop. My eyes widen at the realization of what he just did.
"What did you do?!" I cry out.
"We weren't done talking." He says, face turned serious again.
"We were." I argue, crossing my arms. He rolls his eyes at me, just like I did before.
"We were not."
"Well, I was!"
"You can be so difficult sometimes, do you know that?" He tells me, voice strained with irritation.
"Says the guy who stopped the elevator!" I fight back.
"You won't hear me out." Harry reasons, and he's right. I don't. I'm too mad to hear him out right now. So, I don't respond to him with anything but a scowl. He takes a step closer, and I instinctively take one back, tearing my eyes off him and instead staring at the ground.
"And if you don't hear me out, you wouldn't know that Ophelia was never here. I haven't seen her since the wedding. They probably saw me with someone from class." He tells me, and while I feel relieved, I also feel like an idiot for ever having the plan to let janitor Hector throw Harry out of the building.
"And you also wouldn't know that when I was eighteen, I went to this pool party, and I saw this girl in a lilac bikini, playing volleyball in the pool with a beer in her hand," He steps closer again, and I let him. My brows knit and I meet his eyes. "and I fell in love with her right then and there."
I remember that party. I didn't know he was there, too.
"But she was dancing with someone else, so I hooked up with this girl named Marie. And when I went on a date with her, I discovered her best friend was the girl from the pool party." He explains, and I scoff. What a pretty fairytale like story, too good to be true. Harry shakes his head slowly, and then cups my face with his hands again.
"I swear to god, Y/N. I've liked you from the first time I laid eyes on you three years ago. I was young, and stupid and I'm sorry you lost that friendship because of me. I shouldn't have made a move on you while dating someone else, that was stupid and I can't take that back. But I got too excited with the fact that I could finally talk to you."
"You worry about me and Ophelia's history. Well, I've wanted you for three years. I've just been waiting for even a sliver of a chance, and I promised myself I wouldn't fuck it up when I got it." He tells me, and the generosity in his voice makes me want to cry. "I just got a bit nervous, after what happened those two nights. I didn't want it to be a one time thing. But I acted too distant, I shouldn't have done that. But I swear, from the moment I saw you, it's been you. Not Ophelia or anyone else, just you, okay? And if you don't believe me, let me add that my parents actually don't know Leila's gay."
I take a deep, shaky breath, unable to take my eyes off of him, and then push my lips onto his. It's sudden, and it's needy, and it stems from the overwhelming urge to be as close to him as I possibly can. I can't articulate what I feel but I can show it by the way I kiss him.
He doesn't waste anytime and deepens the kiss as soon as my arms have flung around his neck. His tongue dances around mine hungrily, but there is still this gentleness in his movements. He is holding back a bit, as if he kissing me like he really wants to will make me disappear. I decide to pull out of the kiss for a moment, and we stare at each other, breathless with the passion that is burning in both our bodies.
"I missed you." I blurt out, shocking myself and him. Harry's mouth forms into a wide smile, and dives his head straight into my neck. A moan escapes my mouth the second I feel him starting to suck on my skin.
"Harry... we probably shouldn't do this here." I protest ever so slightly, because I actually do not care but I'd rather have him in my bed than against the hard wall. "Let's go back to my place."
He kisses his way up to my jaw, and gums in agreement. I go to step away from him to push back the emergency stop, but Harry doesn't let me. He puts his left hand around my neck and kisses me again, while his right hand hikes up my skirt. Upon stopping the kiss, he leans into my ear.
"We'll get out of here once you've had an orgasm. Consider it an apology for laughing just now." He purred. The combination his heavy breathing and his fingers slipping into my panties makes me shut my eyes tightly. He strokes my pussy with two of his fingers, getting a feel of my wetness.
"Poor girl, I've got you all soaked, don't I?" He taunts as he begins to rub my clit. I moan a 'yes', too aroused to be able to handle the slow teasing. I just want to come so we can get out of here and he can fuck me on my bed.
"Harry, please..." I plead with him, and somewhat of a growl leaves his mouth. His fingers disappear from my heat and I whine at the sudden coolness of my underwear's fabric in my pussy.
I hear the jingle of his belt and I look down to see him taking his rock hard cock out of his pants. Before I can even ask what he's doing, Harry grabs my ass and lifts me up. I instinctively wrap my legs around him, gasping at the feel of his cock against my wet folds.
"I'm going to give you my cock baby, and you're going to take it like the good girl you are, alright?" He commands, taking my underwear between both of his hands and ripping it apart. I widen my eyes at the sight of him pushing away my torn panties, but I'm too turned on from it to get mad.
"Harry, we're in an elevator. What if other people—"
"Do I look like I give a shit about other people? They can take the stairs for all I care." He interrupts me, voice raised a bit. I shake my head ever so hesitantly. "Now, do you want my cock or not?"
He slaps my thigh when I don't respond to him immediately, so I nod as fast as I can.
"Yes, I want it. Please." I look at him, and he leans in to kiss me again. This time it's harsh, and sloppy and needy, the passion having turned into a rough fire that can only be put out with a hard fuck.
He stops the kiss, aligns himself with my pussy, and then pushes himself into me. I let out a shameless cry at the feeling of his dick gliding into me. It's so easy because of how wet I am, and I like how big he is and how it hurts the first minute.
"Fuck, you have no idea how much I've dreamed of this, love." He starts out slow, knowing his size is something to get used to, but I want none of that.
"Go faster, Harry. I don't care if it hurts, I just want you." I gasp into his mouth in between kisses, and he groans loudly before pushing himself into me with a sharp trust that gives me a burning feeling in my core. It's like I've turned a switch, because Harry's pace is unbelievable and I find it might be too much to handle. Every thought I have fades away until the only thing I can think about is him.
I moan like we're in an isolated room and watch his beautiful face and the curls that fall in front of his face because of the harshness of the thrusts.
"Ah! Fuck, fuck, Harry!" The only words I'm able to articulate from all that are flying through my brain.
"Thaaat's it baby. You get what you asked for " He smirks, his fingers finding their way to my clit. I cry out from the moment he starts to rub circles on it, and I know I won't last very long anymore.
"Are you gonna cum for me already, baby? Are you gonna cream all over my thick cock?" He asks and I can't help but scream out. My tits are almost spilling out of my top because of the way Harry's fucking me against this wall.
"Yes, yes, please! I'm gonna—" I can't even finish my sentence before my orgasm takes ahold of my body, mind and soul. My walls are pulsating around Harry and I'm pulling on his hair for some kind of support as I fall apart. I try to catch my breath, but I'm not able to because Harry drills into me even harder than before.
"H– Harry what are you, oh..." My eyes roll to the back of my head at the amount of stimulation that I'm currently feeling. My grip on his head loosens and I slowly start becoming nothing but a rag doll for him to fuck stupid.
"You're mine now." He growls, and I nod at him, too out of breath to say anything. "And I'm going fuck you until I cum inside your sweet pussy, and you'll hold it in there until we get to your apartment. Do you understand?"
I nod at his request, but he isn't pleased with that. He wraps one of his hands around my neck and squeezes ever so slightly.
"I said: do you understand?"
"I understand." I sputter out, and with that he is back to pounding himself into me. He doesn't take his time, and I know it's because he needs this release just as much as I do. His thumb finds its way to my button again and he continues rubbing and rubbing until I'm nothing but a shivering mess under him.
"Look at you, getting fucked stupid in an elevator by your boyfriend. Such a little slut, all for– fuck! All for me, huh?" He rambles and nothing but words of agreement leave my mouth at his dirty words as I feel my legs tremble with the arrival of a second orgasm.
I push Harry's face against mine to muffle my own scream, but the way he moans into me doesn't quite help my case.
"Fuck I'm gonna cum, baby." He says, and I gather all my mental strength to return some of that dirty talk he's been providing me with.
"Cum for me, please. I need it so fucking bad, baby. Make me yours." I mewl and his thrusts become more erratic with every word I utter, and by the time I'm done talking, I feel the hot spurts of his cum coating my walls.
We're both unable to talk for a minute. We stand there, catching our breath with our foreheads pressed against each other.
"I'm gonna pull out, baby." Harry says after another minute of coming back to earth. I nod tiredly, and hiss as he removes his dick from me. He slowly lowers my legs to the ground, but I hold on tight to his neck because my legs need a few seconds to adjust to holding up my entire body weight.
Harry puts on his pants again and shimmies down my skirt for me before pushing the emergency stop. The elevator goes up almost immediately, but it feels like forever, especially with the feeling of Harry's cum starting to leak out of me. I do my best to hold it in, but it's hard when your legs have just done the most intense work-out they've ever done in their entire life.
When the elevator door opens on my floor, we are met with another couple, who looks at us with a frown when met with the state of us. It doesn't help that the elevator smells like sex now, so we walk out as quickly as we can, Harry adding a cheeky 'goodnight' before we rush to my door.
We both burst into laughter the second the elevator closes and I open my front door for us to get in. Once inside, Harry picks me up and Carrie's me to my couch, where he lays me down on my back. He lies on top of me, partly holding himself up so I don't crush under him, and gives me a deep, long kiss.
His hands stroke through my hair as our lips brush against each other. It's delicate and I could cry at the softness of it all. Harry pulls out of the kiss to analyze my face. He takes in every feature, as do I, and after a bit of silence he speaks up.
"I can't believe you let me have you." He says, those stars in his eyes that I love so much.
"I can't believe your parents don't know Leila's gay."
That makes him laugh, and in time me, because his laugh is the most beautiful thing I've ever heard, apart from his moans.
"You liked me for three years." I state what he said earlier, and he nods a genuine nod.
"Three and half, to be exact."
"You're crazy." I shake my head with a chuckle.
"Deal with it. Your boyfriend is a crazy guy." He says and kisses my neck again, before moving away from me.
"Where are you going?" I ask with a frown, not happy with him just going away out of nowhere. I roll my eyes when he hikes up my skirt once again and starts kissing my thigh.
"Harry, I already came two times. I don't know if I'll be able to come."
"Ssh, baby. Just want a taste." He says before attaching his mouth to my clit. I let out a shriek at how intense the feeling is, especially in regards to the sensitivity of my clit.
I become a moaning mess right away, and my hand finds its way to his hair. He sucks and licks long stripes all over my pussy. He lifts his face for a moment, mouth and nose glistening with our arousal and pushes two of his fingers further and further into my mouth. I suck on them with a satisfied moan, until he retracts them and shoved them into my already filled up hole.
"Oh, m– oh my god!" I whimper as his fingers pump in and out of me, and he knocks me out of the park when he starts flicking his tongue over my clit.
I know my orgasm is closing in, but I've never experienced three orgasms in one night before, and I have to say I'm slightly scared of this one. Everything feels so intense that I don't know how I'm going to react to this third one.
A string of curses and moans are the only thing that leave my mouth as I shut my eyes so tight that I swear I see stars, and my entire body pulsates as he helps me ride out my high. I don't even have the strength to open my eyes until Harry gets back on eye level with me.
"Open your eyes baby." He whispers, his fingers caressing my cheek. My eyes flutter open and I whine incoherently.
"I know love, I know. I'll get you all cleaned up and then we' go to sleep, alright." He tells me, planting a kiss on my cheek before getting up and scooping me up from the couch. I already feel awake enough to walk myself, but I keep quiet so he can carry me to my bathroom.
He strips both of us from our clothes and turns on the shower. He cleans me up, even though I insist I do it myself, and afterwards he also fancies himself in charge of what I'm wearing to bed. He picks out a simple, oversized Metallica t-shirt I got from my dad, and helps me put it on before getting into bed with me.
I have to say I am quite sleepy, so my eyes fall shut quite easily. Harry keeps on playing with my now wet hair, making me even more drowsy.
"I won't mess this up." He says, mostly to himself, I think. But I respond anyway.”
"I won't let you."
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Thinking ‘Bout You [Part 3]
Jason Todd x M!Reader
[Thinking ‘Bout You Masterlist]
Warnings: Torture, angst, swearing
Summary: Jason goes to the location given to him, just to find it empty and there’s a cassette tape and mini tv
Quote: "Yes it is! He's gone because he was walking to MY place, he's gone because of ME!"
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Jason parked in an alleyway near the building that his family gave him to find you. As he walked to the building it looks deserted, no one was there. Did his family really give him the wrong location? No. They couldn’t have. They weren’t this cruel. Jason had no choice but to open the doors.
As he went inside, he realized his family didn’t give him the wrong location, because he recognized the room where you were tortured in. But something was off. As he walked further into the room, he saw a old tv and a cassette tape.
Jason cautiously looked around before putting the cassette into the tv and waited for it to load. And he was met with joker on the Tv. The first thing Jason noticed was you, tied up, hanging on some type of pillar. You were blindfolded, and you had even more scars and bruises on your body.
“Why hello there little bird” Joker laughed.
“Jason! Is that you?” You cried out.
“Look at him! He’s desperate for you to come save him! Where are you birdie?” Joker smiled into the camera.
Jason could only look at the screen angrily as Joker teased him through the screen.
“I was expecting more from you hood! You should’ve known I wouldn’t stick to my word!” Joked laughed out as he had a gun pointed to you.
“No!” Jason yelled out.
“But! Your little boyfriend has more bones for me to break! And wouldn’t that be a waste!” Joker said as he skipped around you.
“P-please stop, I don’t want to die” you sobbed.
“And you won’t. But you’re gonna wish you did” Joker laughed as he started to rub the gun on your scars, making you cry out in pain.
Joker started to walk towards the screen smiling like a maniac.
“I’m going to relocate him to a more… safe… place, I can’t have anyone taking away my punching bag from me now can I?!” Joker laughed.
“I’ll see you later hood!” Joker smiled before the footage cut.
Jason didn’t know what to do. He failed you, you depended on him to save you, but he was too late. Out of a fit of rage, Jason started to throw stuff around the abandoned warehouse. It was a mix of sorrow and anger.
After Jason was done, he left the warehouse and rode home in silence. When he arrived, his family immediately ran to him and started to ask about you. He ignored them and went to straight to his room. Jason wouldn’t forgive himself for this, he failed. A few minutes later, he heard a knock on his door.
He was expecting someone like Dick or Tim to walk through the door, but it was Bruce. Bruce sat next to him on his bed and they sat there in silence until Jason started to burst into tears.
“I-I failed him, he’s gone, it’s my fault” Jason cried.
“It’s not your fault Jason” Bruce said as he tried his best to comfort Jason.
"Yes it is! He's gone because he was walking to MY place, he's gone because of ME!" Jason hollered.
"I know how you feel Jason, out of anyone in this family, I understand more than anyone what you're going through, but that doesn't mean you should blame yourself for what happened" Bruce said.
"I-I just don't know what to do without him, I need to find him" Jason sobbed.
“All we can do is hope that joker will send another hint to where y/n is now” Bruce sighed.
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hey, being aegon’s favorite whore at the brothel and him seeing you with another man…what then? 🤭 -@pluvialpoet
#1: I love you beyond words my lovely little bean I was hoping to finish this before you woke.
#2:
Of His Desire
Warnings: smut (18+), choking, biting, a little hair pulling.
Aegon definitely shouldn't be here.
Of all the places to be on a night like this, he knows this will get him into the most trouble. His mother will most likely throw a screaming fit when she inevitably finds out, screaming about his duty to his family, and his duty to his wife and the crown he'll be accepting on his unkempt head in the morning. No one will tell him about the new duty he feels he now holds- his duty to you.
The coronation is in the morning, and here he is, sneaking away from the castle, dressed in rags so that he can get to you.
He was being followed, he could tell, but a few quick moves and he's lost whatever tail he had. His white hair is tucked under the hood of his cloak, and when he steps into the rowdy brothel, he tugs it even lower to hide his face.
You, he's looking for you, and when he gives your name to the woman in charge, she says you're busy with someone else.
Aegon blinks in surprise.
"I'll pay double to see her now."
The older woman's eyes spark in recognition, looking at Aegon with realisation, and he can see the gears turning in her head, finding a way to make an even bigger profit.
"Make it triple and you'll have her for the rest of the night."
"Done."
The woman nods, turn to the man beside her and whispers something in his ear, points at Aegon to follow where he leads.
Aegon's hand is on his knife the entire time. He doesn't trust anyone here, as he rightfully shouldn't.
The large man he's following leads him up into the second floor of the brothel, down a thin corridor, and stops before the door at the very end. He raises a fist and pounds on the door three times.
He can't see you around the large frame of man, but he knows it's you that answers, hears the confusion in your hushed voice. Aegon feels the anger inside of him finally stir. You were here with someone else? How many men had you bedded after him, after you'd sworn you were his when you were naked below him? Aegon crushes his teeth together and thinks they'll break under the force of his anger.
The other man you were with leaves easily, with a huff and a glance of recognition in Aegon's direction. No one is going to deny the future king his favourite whore.
He can tell you've barely been touched, your hair is still in a pristine braid on your shoulder, not a seam broken on your dress. Your lips are a little red, and the ideas that spill into his head make him furious. The door closes behind him, and then it's just you and him alone together.
There's a tense silence at first, your quiet anger at the interruption of your job, his anger at any man that had dared to touch what he thought was his.
"Would you like me naked, Highness?" You ask on a soft breath, watching the way his eyes flit up to meet yours. The fire in them would make you nervous if you were unprotected. However the brothel you called your home took the safety of their women very seriously.
Aegon pushes the hood of his cloak off his head, the light of the nearby torches bouncing off the whiteness of his hair and surrounds it in a halo of light. You swallow, captivated by his Targaryen lineage.
"You said you were mine." Are his first words to you.
"What?"
He takes a purposeful step toward you.
"You told me you were mine, I assumed that meant you would take no other."
You give a small shake of your head.
"Highness-"
"Don't," he hisses angrily taking a few strides closer, "Don't pretend as if you do not know my name. You will call me by it. The way you do when you beg for release."
You can hardly breathe.
"Aegon." You whisper.
His eyes squeeze shut.
"You claimed you were mine above all else. You swore you were, time and time again, and here I find you with another man?"
You anger and sorrow builds inside of you until it has nowhere to spill but out of your mouth.
"What did you expect? That I would save myself for only you? I am a whore, Aegon, since my eighteenth name day, this is all I have known." You turn away from him, "This is all I will ever know, and though I wished my promises to you could be real, fulfilment of them would have me tossed onto the streets at the mercy of any man."
You swallow, hot tears threaten to spill from your eyes.
"I am a whore, and you are soon to be a king. So tell me which part of me you would like to use, or get out and let me get back to my work."
How could he be so stupid? How did he not realise that you'd only been doing what was necessary to survive? He knows how, because he'd always been too drunk to notice- too inebriated and high on passion to realise that you couldn't be his in the ways he'd wanted before.
But you could be now.
"I'm sorry." Aegon finally says and you look up at him with tears spilling down your face and he steps forward, bringing his hand up, wiping at the apples of your cheeks with his thumbs.
"I'm sorry I never noticed before. But I promise you that I notice now. You're mine. Do you understand? Only mine."
You sniffle, something delectable spears itself into the deepest parts of you. Another part tells you that it's too good to be true.
"Aegon-"
"I mean it. Leave with me tonight, I'll give you a home and everything you could possibly want, and all you'll have to do is belong to me."
He surges forward, lips meeting yours gently, groaning into your mouth when he feels your hesitant response. You take small steps backward, eager to feel him against you, humming when the backs of your knees bumps the bed.
Aegon grips your hips easily, destabilising your body so that you fall back onto the soft sheets with a gasp, looking up at him demurely as he climbs his way over you.
He draws his knife- his favourite thing to do when he's too impatient to wait, slipping it under the top of your dress and pulling down, cutting through the bodice in one harsh swipe.
"When I am done with you, you'll ache for no other cock but mine. You'll yearn for me... maybe almost as much as I yearn for you."
His lips are hot on the nape of your neck. You gasp, felling his hands wander your body, your hands reaching for the edge of his shirt, grabbing it in you hands and bunching it in your fists.
"I already yearn, Aegon. Every man I've lain with, I've had to close my eyes and think about you."
He growls angrily into your ear.
"I'll kill them all." He hisses.
His hands grip at your skin, his mouth kisses any available space. You feel dizzy with the pleasure, drunk on his lust. Your nails scrape harmlessly against his skin.
You manage to pull his shirt off, wrapping your legs around his hips you feel his erection hot and hard between your thighs. You sigh his name.
You squeak when he flips you over, tearing at the tattered remains of your dress, pulling it off your skin, his hot hands on your hips as he lines himself up.
"Mine." Aegon grunts, "Say it."
You're too busy adjusting your body to focus on his words, but one stinging slap against your rear reorients your thinking.
"Yours!" You cry out, "I'm yours, Aegon. To do whatever you please."
His hand runs over your stinging rear in an attempt to soothe.
"Good." Is the last thing he says before he presses his cock into you.
You sob as you're filled with him, delighted by the way he always manages to feel so incredibly deep within you, in a space you know you could never get him out of.
He says something in another language, a swear you think.
"You feel like heaven." He praises.
"Please... move." You beg.
His hips withdraw, and press in again. You cry out in bliss. Aegon starts slow, takes his time, fucks into you so evenly that your body can't help but relax.
He leans forward, his front covering your back so that he can whisper debauched words into your ear.
"Do I feel good? Tell me, is every thought in your pretty head washed away with my cock?"
You can only nod.
When he hits you with an especially hard thrust, pleasure explodes everywhere all at once. You moan in approval.
"Your king asked a question."
"Your cock feels so good, Aegon. I love it."
"You love my cock?"
"Mhm."
Another harsh thrust, your body trembles below his.
"Will you let anyone else touch you?"
Your words are too soft to hear.
He reaches down, a hand wrapping around your throat pulls your blissful thinking back to reality for a moment.
He pulls you up, squeezing harshly around your throat for a moment, before speaking again.
"Will... you... ever, let another man, touch you?" He asks angrily between his teeth, emphasising each pause with a thrust of his cock.
"No!" You scream, "I'm yours, Aegon. Please please- I'm only yours!"
His hand moves up from your throat to grip your jaw, turning your head so that his mouth can meet yours in a hot rush of emotions.
He begins fucking you steadily, rutting into you easily. He's lasted so long already, longer than most of the other men you spend time with.
It's what makes him so unique- that he takes the time to allow you to chase your own pleasure, that he doesn't just take but he gives as well. Until you're screaming his name.
"Aegon," you say, trying to warn him of impending orgasm.
"Fuck. Go on, sweet girl, release all over my cock."
You gasp, tossing your head back till it rests on his shoulder. You say his name again and again. His free hand moves from gripping your hip to palm at your breasts, then moves down to the apex of your thighs to circle your swollen bud while he fucks you.
The sensations are too much, and your orgasm slams into you in full force as you feel his lips on your neck. Your eyes squeeze shut, light exploding behind your eyes as the bliss overtakes you. It burns in every inch of your body, sears into your bones the way his kisses sear into your heart. You go limp in his arms and through it all, Aegon keeps fucking into you without a care in the world.
He maneuvers you onto your back, grabbing both of your legs to brace them on his shoulders. You reach for him, hand smoothing along his hot skin, gasping in surprise when you feel him reenter you.
"I will never be done with you." He says on a breath, jutting his hips hard against yours.
In this position, he feels just as deep as he felt last, but the best thing now is that you can look at him. With half-lidded eyes, you study his stature, his white hair and indigo eyes and pale skin. You bite down on your bottom lip, trying to stifle your moans, his hands roaming all over your skin.
"Made just for me." Aegon grunts, plucking at your sensitive nipple, shoving his fingers into your mouth when you cry out.
"Give me another. Now." Aegon orders, leaving no room for you to deny your king.
A few harsh thrusts and your second orgasm crashes into you, leaving you struggling to scream behind his fingers. He pulls his fingers out of your mouth, replacing it with his tongue, properly bending you in half so that he can kiss you carelessly.
He grips your hair, pulling your head to the side so that he can kiss your neck next.
You can tell he's close, by the way his thrusts grow even more forceful, his pace getting uneven.
"I own you now, love, and I will never let you go." He says lowly, before burying his teeth in your skin.
You come with a gasp, followed by a loud moan as the pain of his teeth mixes with your orgasm, making something sweet and dark and delectable flood your system.
Aegon groans too, spilling himself deep inside you, his hips stuttering to a stop as he finishes completely.
His teeth unlatches from your skin, he kisses the spot gently, your hands trace from his shoulders and into his hair, pulling him close, into something more than a lover's embrace.
He collapses into the space beside you, panting as he tries to catch his breath. He leaves no room for doubt, reaching for your hand to twist his fingers with yours.
"I'd like being owned by you." You say softly, unable to meet his eyes.
Aegon reaches for you, grips your jaw to get your attention. Your eyes meet his.
"You own me as much as I own you." He says earnestly, leaning forward to kiss your lips. Your eyes close blissfully.
You can almost believe him.
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#aegon ii targaryen#aegon ii targaryen x reader#aegon ii x reader#aegon ii targaryen smut#house of the dragon#hotd#game of thrones#cloudy with a chance of raen
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Thoughts While Watching Gilmore Girls, 3x8, Let The Games Begin. Part 6
When we last left the Gilmore Clan, Richard Gilmore was regaling his family about his past as a dirty, dirty freaking man skank. That is, until he met his darling wife.
Emily expressing a rare sentiment and compliment to Lorelai: You know, your father is having a wonderful time. It means a lot to him to share this time with you and Rory. I'm glad you're here.
What Lorelai Hears:
You know what I always say to you, kid. Enjoy it while it lasts.
I mean, we've had to see the balcony where Rory was concieved a number of times so maybe we should just bring this thing full circle.
Lorelai pouts that she is bored and she wants to go home. A few moments later, as the fam is touring the grand and lovely halls of the university with Richard playing tour guide, Lorelai keeps looking around for some kind of an escape route, utterly bored and disinterested.
Let's play my favorite game and yours! Why Is Lorelai Gilmore Scowling?
1.. Her father did something beyond incredibly generous for her child, so she is jealous of her child? Again?
2. There is a nefarious brainwashing attempt by her father underway that, if successful, might have her child interviewing at more than one university and everyone knows that if you decided you wanted to go Harvard while in Kindergarten, you can't change your mind, and with Harvard having a nearly single-digit acceptance rate and Rory having virtually nothing to throw into the pot but her grades, Rory is going to be a total shoo in to Harvard. Backup schools are for DORKS.
3. Despite the fact that she just listened to a whole afternoon of happy memories that her parents have from this school, including Yale being the reason Lorelai even exists in the first place, she'd rather sabotage the whole thing just to spite her parents than have Rory attend the same school.
4.She is mad at her father for going "Behind her back" arranging this incredibly generous once-in-abso-fucking-lutely-nobody's-lifetime opportunity instead of telling her directly, even though if he told her to her face that he arranged this interview for Rory, she still would have had a hissy fit.
5. Lorelai's brain is pea soup and she did not consider that Rory might actually like Yale after visiting Yale (not surprisingly, nobody has asked Rory for her thoughts on the matter).
6. Lorelai would turn to dust if she couldn't control Rory's life at every turn
7. She's upset with Richard springing the interview on Rory as a surprise without consulting Rory first and she didn't have time to prepare (fair, but this is Lorelai we're talking about here so you know that's not the whole enchilada)
8 .The whole enchilada
Google sez: Yale's acceptance rate was just under 17% in 2002, while Harvard's was around 11%. (It’s barely half that in 2024)
You know, I hear that Lorelai's alma mater, the local community college, is really nice this time of year.
Rory's mother and grandparents steamroll her, never asking her what she thinks about anything, while in turn she never stands up for herself or speaks up on her own behalf, and wouldn't you know, the interview is about to happen RIGHT NOW, so Richard attempts to usher his wordless grand daughter right into the interview cave.
For the love of God, Rory. Say something, you spineless jellyfish.
THANK YOU.
You were only delaying the inevitable by not telling Lorelai ahead of time, Richard. Now she's going to have a meltdown in public like a crying toddler who didn't get a candy bar. I hope you're happy.
Lolelai: What do you think you're doing?
Richard: Trying to get my grand daughter into what I think is the best Ivy League school in the country.
Lorelai: She doesn't want to go here!
Richard: She doesn't know that yet.
Lorelai: You're unbelievable dad, you corner her alone the other night without me there (how dare he)
Richard: Of course I did, you wouldn't let her go. I knew the last thing in the world you'd want is for Rory to go to Yale.
Lorelai: And why is that?
Richard: Because I went to Yale, therefore Rory can't.
Lorelai: Oh, the CRAZY REASON?!
Richard: You're allowed to feel that way. It's my prerogative to make sure Rory knows all of her options.
Lorelai: Calls her father a liar
Richard: This is for Rory's own good
Lorelai: Rory is going to HARVARD.
Richard: We'll see.
Lorelai (louder and angrier) NO, RORY IS GOING TO HARVARD! IT'S ALREADY BEEN DECIDED WITHOUT YOU!
Nobody "decides" they're going to Harvard or Yale. The only person doing any "deciding" is currently interviewing your daughter.
If you selected 1-6 in the Why Is Lorelai Gilmore Having A Temper Tantrum in Public quiz, come on down and collect your prize. Number's 1 and 5 are pretty much implied.
Rory is a few feet away being interviewed by a big wig Yale admissions officer, who certainly doesn't know any other big wigs from other certain Ivy League schools that begin with an H, who won't ever hear the story that he interviewed a student whose mother was screaming "SHE'S GOING TO YALE OVER MY DEAD BODY" (paraphrased) and that this student had already "Decided" she was going somewhere else and just wasted his time.
The Yale and Harvard admissions guys with Rory's application:
Lorelai's meltdowns are such a bitch to write.
There are 5 minutes left in her meltdown.
Only Mommy can do that.
Lorelai: accuses Richard of pulling a "Stunt", Richard said he was just trying to avoid an argument with Lorelai. That's cute that he would think that was possible.
Lorelai: My whole life you've had to control everything, if you didn't get to control something, then you just didn't deal with it. You couldn't control me, you couldn't deal with me!
Ah, Lorelai, I think this is another conversation that would be more suited to a therapist's office than in public.
Lorelai's therapist furiously taking notes off camera (and seeing dollar signs)
Richard: This has nothing to do with you. This is about Rory and her education which is frankly something you know nothing about. You never went to college, you don't know anything about how it works. You want Rory to go to Harvard that badly? So do thousands of other mothers. Yale is an excellent school. The equivalent of Harvard in every way, except one- I went here. I'm an alumnus. That makes it easier for Rory to get in. And if you knew anything about how college works, you'd know this. I'm not leaving Rory's education to chance simply because I might offend you. Her future is more important than her pride. If you don't like that, I'm sorry. And if that makes you angry, what else is new?
That was the one of the best Humblings I've ever been blessed to witness.
Lorelai: Ugh, sounds like the my daughter's a loser, Gilmore named sullied, future squandered speech! I'm calling a cab, we're leaving.
Emily tries to reason with her, Lorelai states it doesn't matter what anyone thinks besides herself and Rory, even though we're 32 minutes into the episode and not one person has yet to ask Rory what she thinks.
Emily: So what if she takes a meeting at Yale? That doesn't mean she won't be going to Harvard. If she gets into Yale that might make her more appealing to Harvard! You're on such a crusade against your father that you haven't even stopped to consider that if Rory went to Yale she could still live at home.
Lorelai: She is still going to Harvard! *literally screaming* SHE'S NOT APPLYING TO YALE!
Better hope that admissions officer doesn't have his window open.
Now I want Rory to get into Harvard and hate Harvard so much that she drops out in the first week or she flunks out in the first semester. Just to crush Lorelai's dreams, nothing more. The mid-way Yale dropout-and-return just didn't give me the same heartwarming satisfaction.
You know, I thought Lorelai's freakout in Teach Me Tonight was the height of her insanity and immaturity. This is on some whole other level from the depths of heck. Screaming at your parents for getting your kid's foot in the door at an ivy league school when thousands of other hopeful parents would chop off their hand to give their kid the same chance, can only happen on the special plane of existence that Lorelai Gilmore alone exists on, and we mere mortals aren't meant to comprehend it.
And finally, if you chose #7 on the Why Is Lorelai Gilmore Scowling Quiz, you're technically correct, the best kind of correct, because after Lorelai (Rory) exits the interview, one that was seemingly a success, she immediately turns to Richard to chew him out for springing the interview on her last minute and not giving her time to prepare. That is more than fair. And I'm glad to see her standing up for herself.
Anyway, I've been writing for like four hours straight? I've gone beyond my Lorelai Limit. It's been real. If you've made it this far, I see you, I appreciate you. Peace out girl scouts. See you in part 7.
#gilmore girls#rory gilmore#gilmore girls season 3#LTGB#let the games begin#gilmore grands#richard gilmore#emily gilmore#yale#im tired#lorelai freakout#lorelai meltdown#maybe all that coffee isnt good for her blood pressure#she should chill
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BNHA AU: Villain's Quarter
Some areas of Japan are known officially as 'dead zones' or 'ghost towns'. Some were destroyed in the early quirk riots, some victim to a villain attack that resisted clean up, some the site of an attack so brutal the vast majority of the people living there left. They have no police, no heroes, but not no people. They are well populated, by those unwelcome anywhere else - the poor, the mutants and, most of all, the villains. Southwest Mutsutafu is one of them - the locals call it the Villain's Quarter.
Midoriya Izuku's mother dies a few days after he turns 13. Her funeral comes and goes, leaving Izuku all alone.
After Inko dies, Bakugo is nicer. Not nice, exactly, but on one memorable occasion he asks if Izuku's foster family is ok. Izuku cries, because Bakugo is the only person who would care to ask, and he cries because there is no foster family. He thanks him and tells him they are nice enough.
Here, the quirkless are considered legal adults at 12, he's already aged out of the foster system/any legal protections for children.
He has no money other than what was in the house - he knew his mother had a will, but he got nothing. She left him something - she told him, but apparently whoever was in charge of her will didn't see fit to give him anything. He was hungry. He was tired. He was so lonely.
Bakugo may have gotten nicer, but the other students had only become more cruel. He'd arrived to school only to see Bakugo throwing flowers out the window - the 'go join your mother' notes still inked directly onto the wooden top of his desk. A girl bumps into him, tells him she thought he was a ghost with a nasty laugh. A group of boys tell him to jump off a roof. A particularly nasty teacher asks him why he's still even here.
One month since his mother died, Izuku is done. He ran out of food 3 days ago, and he ran out of hope not long after. Entering the Villain's Quarter is said to be tantamount to suicide - so thats just what he does.
Shigaraki often wandered the streets of the villain quarter at night - Sensei ran the show, and everyone knew who he was. Those who didn't and tried to pick a fight - well.
He's not expecting to run into a kid - skinny and short, still dressed in his well worn gakuran. His eyes are empty.
Faced with what feels like an echo from his past (a little older, but he'd been just as crushed an alone and hopeless, without a hero in sight) he invites the kid back to the bar. He cringes a little, because hes some guy in the villain quarter inviting a cute little kid back to his place, that looks so fucked on so many levels - the kids gonna book it - But. The boy just nods. They get back to the bar in minutes, Tomura makes him a cup of tea (he can feel sensei's heartbreak at whatever way he must be ruining the leaves but thats sensei's problem).
He didn't really think he had much of a heart, but it sure fucking breaks when the kid asks him why he hasn't killed him yet.
(More under cut)
So! This AU features a much nicer AFO (he's trying to raise tomura well! hes. not great at it, but he is legit trying) who has morals of a sort. The morals include - touch children and die by my sword, quirk discrimination bad, and 'i will give u the chance to leave before i kill you, because im nice like that'.
He doesn't see the problem with experimenting on dead bodies - but hes not ok with experimenting on living people. Nomu are, as far as he knows, only made of dead people.
He, admittedly, just kinda likes being a villain. Crimes are fun, only some murder is bad, I like beating people up and stealing their quirks. The tale of him being a massive evil is. Kinda not true - he's just a theatre kid. But only OfA could beat him at this point so. Fair. He's not mad ab All Might beating in his face he's like "good fight. good fight - its nice to be on the ropes for a change!" All Might is not aware of this.
Tomura is also nicer! His aim isn't murder All Might, but defeat him so badly it destroys the stupid hero system. He doesn't hate All Might - well, he does, but he's aware that what he really hates is the system and All Might is just tragically easy to dislike if you are Tomura - but there are some people he's of the opinion that them dying is just an all round positive. He wants to murder them.
So when a very depressed baby Izuku shows up, they try to find out what hes doing so they can return him to the correct authorities and hopefully get him some therapy. Then they find out there are no authorities and they suddenly want to murder the whole government. All for One didn't want to rule Japan (too much effort) but at this point it seems like he straight up could not do a worse job than the actual government.
So, they keep him! Izuku helps Kurogiri around the bar and, eventually, starts cooking. Its the only restaurant in the villain quarter and its very popular - you can pay in anything with value (money, gold, information, a lot of drugs, weapons, one time just a whole puppy that Izuku instantly adopted). Izuku is actually kinda happy, for once. He doesn't agree with Tomura or Sensei, but he doesn't disagree - he helps with planning, and he and Sensei have a dedicated time each week were they play with some of his quirks.
Basically Izuku gets adopted by every villain in the prefecture. It is very stressful when you are Eraserhead, chasing up on a lead about a quirk analyst in the villain's quarter and you see a whole child wandering around some stalls selling very illegal goods in broad daylight like hes at a farmer's market.
#villains quarter au#bnha au#bnha au ideas#bnha#mha#heroaca#boku no hero#i like this au! the real villain is the government and the cops :)#like real life
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So I finally saw Pixar's Elemental.
A projected box office flop turned frickin' SLEEPER HIT as this movie went from Pixar's lowest opening weekend to one of Disney's biggest financial hits in a WHILE. There are arguments as to why this happened, with some saying that it's because good word of mouth made more people want to see this movie more, while more CYNICAL individuals saying that it's because other choices at the time were either The Flash or Ruby Gillman. And whether you like THOSE movies or not...other people tend to agree that Elemental was the better choice. The question is, where do I stand? Do I think this movie was so good that more people went to see it or was it just a bit of good timing?
Well...Honestly, I'd say it's really that good. Or, at least, ALMOST that good. The meat of the story is about immigration, where this fire family moved to Element City, only to realize the town wasn't built for people like them in mind and their left struggling to make a life there with their community having their full support. Needless to say, this is definitely a movie with a specific target audience in mind and it's an engaging angle to go about the concept of sentient elements. And it's definitely more interesting than being a romcom about how opposites attract. Don't get me wrong, Wade and Ember have their cute moments, but not enough to sell me as a couple as they don't have enough chemistry (ha) to make something endearing. By the end of the day, I find myself fascinated more by Ember struggling to make her family proud and keeping the light (haha) of her heritage alive despite the things she wants to do with HER life. Ember finding a man? Nah, I could be fine without that. Especially when the movie does the whole "We're in love despite knowing each other for a few days" thing. Not my cup of tea when it comes to romance...
But where the story tends to struggle, where Elemental succeeds in is the animation. I'm sick of this belief that Pixar having great animation isn't a compliment anymore, because LOOK at this film! It's one of their most gorgeous projects to date, having breath taking visuals, fantastic expressions, and movements that nail the physics of fire and water PERFECTLY. Did a story about immigration or opposites attract NEED to be animated? Probably not. But a story about fire and water falling in love? Absolutely, because while the story doesn't do that opposites attract concept justice, the animation does. There's this great scene where they touch for the first time and, visually, they perfectly capture that fear and excitement that comes from holding the person you love for the first time. It's sight to see, and I was left in awe through so much of this movie because of it.
In a way, I can totally buy why people went to see this movie, making it the hit that it did. The immigration side of the story had to have struck a chord with so many people and the animation made the love story more beautiful than it had to. That combined had to have been elemental to the films success.
I just hope studios learn something from this film.
"That you should leave movies in theaters longer to make them a success instead of throwing them onto streaming?"
THAT, and that the only way this movie exists the way it does is through the HUMAN experience. Only a human can convey the feeling of wanting to move to a new country, wanting to make a life only to feel as though they don't fit in. Only a human can accurately convey the beauty of love through the beauty of fire and water.
Computers can NOT. You can use AI all you want to make movies with NONE of the heart and talent that make hits like these. But studios will quickly learn that none of that will lead to a financial success like this.
(And if you're wondering where this stacks in my Pixar ranking, I'd say...#15. Right between the first Toy Story and Turning Red)
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I don’t know if you have a character limit, so may I request the first year squad with mc being really prone to disasters, accidents, to the point where they just accept it as part of life? (think misery from Ruby gloom (if you know the show)) If not the entire squad you can pick and choose from there. Thank you! 💚
I love Ruby Gloom! Its been one of my favorites since childhood so this request is such a delight to receive hehe (⁀ᗢ⁀) My character limit is 5 in one post so don't worry, this is the perfect amount!
Fem aligned!MC
Freshmen with an Disaster Magnet MC!
Ever since you arrived in Twisted Wonderland it seemed misfortune dogged your every step. Chandeliers falling when you close a door, mirrors shattering when you touch them, everything you did led to some form of destruction.
Eventually, you learned to just accept everything that came at you. The same could not be said to your fellow freshmen...
Ace Trappola
If he thought meeting you in the beginning was the peak of his bad luck streak then he thought wrong
Just how in the Great Seven’s name do you get into these situations????
Is more concerned with how oddly you deal with them, especially when you brush off almost getting hit by LIGHTNING
He doesn't trust you anywhere near the Heartslabyul dinning hall after the teapot fiasco
Please, for the love of his stress levels, stay inside or near him… he just wants you safe
Deuce Spade
Bad Luck Buddies!
Might not have as bad of luck as you do but he relates hella hard to the weird things that happen when you’re not paying attention
Would be surprisingly adept at keeping you out of harms way, even if he fumbles a bit trying to do so (you have a few bruises to show for it)
Once he gets used to it that is...
He likes to stay near you whenever you're near kitchen supplies and bookshelves
Jack Howl
Oh he is not happy about it
First he has to deal with the Adeuce duo and now you?? Great Seven give him strength
S T R E S S E D
Poor puppy just wants to see you thrive but the universe decided to say no❤️
Will be a tad bit overprotective in the beginning but will start to chill if you tell him to back off (he’s being supplied the Respect Women Juice™ by Leona)
Epel Feilmer
Concerned
He’s had his fair share of accidents happen to him while on his family’s farm but you take it to a whole new level
Will actively avoid giving you anything heavy after you dropped a crate and managed to break five mirrors at once
Wont be as overprotective as Jack but he will subtly guide you away from any holes and tree roots
Please don’t go into Pomefiore anymore, he’s tired of being forced into cleaning duty after your visits
Sebek Zigvolt
Great Malleus give him strength
He already didn’t trust you around Malleus due to you being so chaotic but now he barely trusts you to be alone with his master for completely different reasons
What if you managed to get both Malleus and yourself hurt?? (Highly unlikely that the dragon would even flinch at such misfortunes but go off I guess)
Will be constantly teased by Lilia, but he will make it his mission to make sure you survive through the day with minimal harm
Don’t point out he spends more time worrying over you rather than his master, he will throw a massive fit
I hope my work fulfilled your fantasy! -GN
#twisted wonderland#ace trappola#deuce spade#jack howl#epel felmier#sebek zigvolt#twst headcanons#disney twisted wonderland#twst x reader#ace trapolla x reader#deuce spade x reader#jack howl x reader#epel felmier x reader#sebek zigvolt x reader#twisted wonderland x reader
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I apologize if there's something already on your blog about this and I didn't find it, but I was watching tailgate party and realized that Shiv had spent the entire episode pacing around one apartment complex 6000 steps over and that the Roys do this a lot.
My memory of the last few seasons is fuzzy (<- binged it before and now doesn't remember shit) but I feel like the Roys spend a lot of time in very large, usually open spaces, with wide walls and tall ceilings, and usually ones we've seen before or are expected to see again and that a lot of important scenes happen *outside* of these spaces. Important meaning either big moments or iconic ones or sometimes just transitonary. Kendall had his Next-Jesus moment out in the ocean, Tom started throwing water bottles in that cramped ass escape room or talked about his marriage out on the beach, the entirety of Kill List happens outside of ATN offices, Logan meets Mattson for the first time on a personal island, Roman went to a random one story office environment for a fucking business school and was never the same character (well. compared to S1 Roman) again, they have that reverse Jesus thing over cruises on a cruise ship, etc. I feel like plane scenes could both fit into this or break it depending on the season but at least for other scenes I feel like there's a pattern here.
Outdoor spaces or parts where they actually put their shoes outside onto sidewalk always feel semi important to me but it doesn't even have to be outdoors specifically. Like, even just the honeymoon suite was different enough from every other building we'd seen the show have, and that's when Shiv admitted to cheating!
Do you think there's something to this, or do you have your own thoughts? I'd be interested to hear more if only to appeal to my ego ;-). There's other things that could connect to this like the grey-white-brown-dark blue color palette damn near every scene is in vs. scenes with real color inside of them and Kendall's asking why Sophie was "on the street" being indicative of how he thinks she should be raised (based on how he was raised and also how he can recognize the manipulation and abusive inherent to his father's parenting but not the more subtle isolation and neglect) and the fact the Roys are literally running an actual rat race while trapped inside Waystair Rocyo 1/2 the time but I have to stay focused on one thing when I write shit down even if I'm connecting dots in my head or else this ask won't even be remotely legible.
[If you already wrote about this - sorry! I hope this makes sense. Either way, have a good night, and fingers crossed something fun happens at Logan's funeral. I still want Tom to fight someone. It won't happen but it'd be funny as hell lol]
yeah i haven't really written anything comprehensive on this, but i do think there are a few interesting points with regards to how the show uses the characters' environments. forgive me for bullet-pointing lol, maybe you can help string these things together into something more cohesive. but:
yes, the characters often spend most of an episode trapped in one location, even one building. in part i think this is a function of the presence of playwrights on the writing staff, and the way many episodes flirt with the three classical unities of tragedy writing (time / place / action). so, lots of episodes are 1 day only, or 2 or 3 max, and often a character will be mostly confined to one location during that span. in part this helps make each individual episode really tight internally, but it also contributes to that persistent sense that the characters are trapped (within their circumstances, company, family, etc)
indoor vs outdoor is an interesting thread. one thing that has always stood out to me is that the show has a tendency to use natural sunlight not as refreshing, enlightening, etc, but as blinding, overwhelming, and even dangerous. the sun almost kills logan in s3, there are those shots in 2x10 and 3x09 where everyone's squinting in the bright light, there's a similar effect in 'austerlitz', etc. this contributed to the overall sense of discomfort that the roys experience, despite all their material luxuries; it also contributes to the sense that nature and the natural world is an alien, external force that appears threatening—this sense also comes out in all of the animal metaphors they use, which emphasise the brutality they see in the animal kingdom and in nature generally
if we're talking places, i also must bring up the presence of bathrooms on the show. these are quotidian rooms, but also dangerous ones, in the sense that they exist to purge a civilised society of its filth, and the whole process tends to be marginalised and wilfuly ignored. so, i've always liked that succession has a lot of scenes set in bathrooms, and often characters are able to speak differently in the bathroom—sometimes more intimate (kendall and stewy, tom and logan in 3x05), or more direct (greg and logan in 2x08), or they're allowed to say things they couldn't elsewhere (roman and mencken). bathrooms are also sheltered personal spaces, where the characters can retreat and hide (kendall using them to do coke, shiv practicing a smile in 1x02, greg rehearsing his congressional testimony)
the waystar offices obviously have that very 21st-century glass-and-steel aesthetic that telegraphs new money, a certain neoliberal attempt at severance from systems of social and cultural meaning-making, etc. so, moving the characters to other locations is effective because, in contrast to the kind of soullessness of the waystar building, it makes the other places stand out and emphasises the meaning we can glean from the sets alone (like, the gut-punch of dodds's house in contrast to the sort of corporate default)
in regards to the idea of control and confinement within luxe spaces—yes, this is clearly something we see many of the environments convey (the ultimate expression of this being the anti-suicide wall that logan puts up to pen kendall in). this is really a discrete material expression of how waystar operates in a broader sense, constraining people whilst appearing to create more options and more freedom (also a basic characteristic of neoliberal modes of production, lol)
again i'm not sure i have a thesis statement here unifying all of these observations lol. but i do think the show does well at using its environments and settings to tell us a lot about the characters, the company, and the broader world they inhabit.
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Hi I’m the work anon from earlier
Wow your revenant fic was amazing! I’m so glad I got to read it from start to finish and watch as your story grew and took shape
I adored Soap and Gaz’s friendship but I also adored how Ghost trusted and was friends with him too especially when he asked him for advice! 😭 (there’s so little of their friendship the fandom and it sucks ) Price was best dad and deserves all the hugs (and cigars for dealing with his sons squad every day) Rudy and Alejandro (and the vaqueros) were adorable and had the 141 backs from the start, they were ready to throw down! Grave’s got what he deserved I hated him in this fic so much (great job) he was such a smug smarmy bastard until the end. Farah and Alex were so sweet they were like the favourite cousins that got roped into the family drama (I still want Fahra to BITE shepherd you know as a treat!) Laswell knows things and is scary she will happily help people reach the find out portion of their fucking around.
The reapers were so cool!!!! Especially with how they combined I was not expecting that, was legit shooketh (I now imagine limbo as a pitch black ocean full of burning stars (I also have a couple questions regarding it I would like to asked later please?)) Soap’s reaper was warm and kind Ghost’s was cold and clinical together they’re so much more?!?! Like it’s poetic there the best version of themselves together (like ghoap)
Speaking of ghoap they’re so in love it’s sickening all I could imagine during the vows was Price “listening in” and then getting Laswell to hand the boys a bloody wedding certificate so sweet 😭
Thank you for putting in the time and effort to create something so beautiful for so many people have a lovely day or night you deserve a break after all of that hard work!
And with all my admiration fuck you for making me cry (again)
Hello work anon! Hope it went easy haha
I feel like there's a few versions of Ghost headcannons floating out there, one is basically "the man believes he's broken beyond repair, he doesn't think he's human, all he does is focus on work" and the other is "yeah he went through really fucked up shit, but he holds himself together pretty well, and while it's hard for him to find someone he trusts, the people close to him are priceless."
I like both versions, but this time I went for the latter. I love love love Ghost and Gaz as friends (mw4 please give me them interacting), and you can see that in my comics as well lol.
I made Graves such a little bitch that everyone hates from the start lmao.
I didn't plan for Rudy and Ghost to interact that much if I'm honest, but because Soap wasn't the POV and I wanted to have the Vaqueros more prominently in the story (it does take place mostly in Las Almas after all), Rudy's initial reaction to Ghost's mask was the perfect opening for a deeper friendship.
Farah and Alex weren't too active, if I make a sequel, I think I'll make it focused on the situation in Urzikstan. Farah deserves to take her own revenge and get her happy ending...
I love your description of Limbo, especially because I mentioned in the fic that Ghost loves seeing the stars, because it's the first thing he saw after he was Reaped (and now Soap created stars for him in the void).
I'd love to hear your questions!
Ghost and Soap, like someone else commented, are practically married on all levels beside legal lmao. I never planned for them to be so fuckin' whipped for each other tbh, like the vows at the start were not planned at all. I just looked up Celtic wedding vows, and it was literally so perfect for them ("I give ye my Body, that we Two might be One./I give ye my Spirit, ’til our Life shall be Done."? Couldn't fit more to their story), I just had to add it.
Thank you for reading and commenting! I wish this break was voluntary, but my semester is ending in 3 weeks and I have many projects to finish, so I have to prioritize that for a while T_T
#asks answered#ty for the ask <3#as I said before I could talk about revenant AU for hours#so sorry for the wall of text but not really
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more terrible no good headcanons for eddie disaster dreamboat munson
I said that if anybody made him too cool I'd have to add more and that's exactly what I'm gonna do babes because I had to scroll for way to long to find him making spagetti-os
(posting again bc it wasn't showing in the tag)
(first post)
-genuinely doesn't know what those stains are. Didn't even know it was stained bc he's had the same fitted sheet on it with one corner tugged off for 8 months and forgot about them since last time
-throws away Tupperware if the stuff in it is too gross
-he's pretty sure that green sour candy counts as a vegetable so he does eat at least 3 a day.
-just. Doesn't ever throw things away. Stupid shit like the backs of band aids and paper straw wrappers and napkins and hooooo boy this has turned into a callout post about myself
-sometimes horseflies fly into his hair and get stuck and he can hear them buzzing around and doesn't necessarily so anything about it right away until it stops
-no room for legs in the front seat of his car that space is reserved for old fast food bags
-buys new underwear instead of doing laundry
-hey why do I keep writing genuinely embarrassing things that I literally do irl. Is this really worth putting myself and the 4 huge bags of laundry I have in my tiny car and all my band aid wrappers on blast. Next I'm gonna write that every surface in eddies house is covered in stacks of hobbies and papers that feel like a goddamn archeological dig every time I clean
-psych he does that too
- ok things that I don't also do so that I don't start having a crisis that makes me a tidier person:
-feeds a family of raccoons that live in an abandoned hunting cabin in the woods
-one time he let one live in his closet for a bit and hoped Wayne wouldn't notice (this may explain some of the stains)
-this boy spills. Everything. He's a hand talker and it doesn't matter if he's holding something.
-the hand talking is also terrifying when in a car he is driving
-never drinks water ever and it stresses ppl out
-every single time he sees somebody he knows in public he will try and sneak up on them to scare them
-wears shoes inside bc he broke glass on the carpet months ago and he doesn't want to vacuum.
-the only place he has to actually sit and do anything I his room is his bed because everything else is covered in stuff
-everything is covered in stuff but every drawer he has is empty
-theres one category of things he owns that is organized absolutely meticulously and idk what it is but he's very proud of it and when he says he's "cleaning his room" it means organizing like band tees alphabetically or sorting minifig painting supplies and everything else stays trashed
-it's a perm and he did it himself in his bathroom 100%
-hair dye stains all over the bathroom from an ill advised look a while back. and maybe a few more times
-doesnt have a compulsive habit to bite his nails he does it bc he can never find the damn fingernail clippers
-notes and doodles. All over his arms
- yknow how when u were in school by the last day you'd have like one pencil and nothing else and u kept a hold of it bc you couldn't find any others?
- eddies been at that point since about half way thru his first senior year. He has one pencil and it is a stub (it is a d.a.r.e. pencil and he does find it funny) with no eraser and it's not sharp and it had a million bite marks on it
-has little stoner burn holes in all his clothes all his sheets his matress his sheets and the seats on his car bc he needs to be more careful and is gonna end up starting a fire someday
-wait that last one was a me thing
-maybe this is how I can embrace my flaws. make eddie do em too. it's cute when he's disgusting
-I no longer have improve myself at all
-puts random food in his pockets for later even though it will get linty. Gonna go ahead and say that I don't do this.
-isn't actually that good at guitar it turns out
-I gotta stop myself now because I know they'll just keep comin but add any you can think of or dm me because every time he gets worse he gets more of my love so like 2 give him a hug reblog 2 spray him with a hose
#eddie munson x reader#stranger things#stranger things x reader#stranger things fanfiction#stranger things fic#my writing#eddie munson#eddie munson x oc#eddie munson fanfiction#eddie tag
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hey, i don't want to overwhelm you, but do you think there would be another part for the end of the line series in the future that deals with the course of the first pregnancy?
everything is fluffy and smutty.
sebastian is the very best husband ever and wants to take care of everything while his wife just sits there making her baby and just looking irresistibly sexy doing it.
he is so incredibly sweet and holds her hair when she throws up. the weeks of nausea are terrible and it hurts his body and soul to see her like this, but of course, as always, he manages to make everything better and more bearable.
he always pays a lot of attention to her belly and kisses every inch of it. he keeps stroking it, snuggles up to it and tells his unborn child everything and nothing. he teams up with it against his wife, who just has to giggle about it.
and don't forget bedtime. he turns his dramatic and super hot love story with his wife into a child-friendly fairy tale.
when she gets into her insatiable phase, seb is right there and satisfies her in every imaginable way, just as she needs it. be it his hands, his tongue or his big cock. she is so much more sensitive than usual and already falls apart at his appearance and the look he gives her. god she needs him. it's best if he never stops pounding into her.
and if she feels like a fat and ugly whale for even a second, he's there to wipe that bold statement out of her mouth. just the fact that she's carrying HIS child turns him on. damn it. if you think all the boners before their relationship were a torture you cut yourself. the sight of her and her growing belly makes him so hard that not even several cold showers would help. luckily he doesn't have to hold back anything anymore.
he takes care of it and in her future pregnancies so she doesn't give it a second thought about how she looks.
(maybe that could be used for another fic if it doesn't fit here) but seb will definitely not stop talking about the pregnancy at work and subliminally bragging about it. he's so damn proud and soo in love with his family.
and yes, leander (or whoever he hates working at the auror office right now), he and his wife are fucking each other and now the loveliest baby is on the way! remember it!
and seb often goes for walks with her as long as she feels good enough for it. everyone should know that HIS wife carries HIS child. she's HIS and he's HERS!!!!!
and when his wife wants to take revenge for everything he does for her and fails to surprise him, seb is also there to make everything better. he is everything to her and she can't stop crying. those stupid hormones. she finally wanted to do something for him and then he does something for her again. but she doesn't need to worry. a shared bath makes everything good again. seb is happy when you are happy.
and when it's time and the baby comes, seb will go a bit crazy and maybe or maybe not he'll smack his buddy garreth. all the orgasms must have helped, right? or? everything will be fine. she will be fine and his baby is healthy and beautiful. omg it's coming he has to keep his nerve. luckily uncle ominis aka the mother of the group is there. he always struggled with those two idiots when they just danced for their feelings. then childbirth will also be easy peasy!
(that was a very long text and i hope it wasn't too much for you. these are all just ideas. if you're considering writing something like this, you can just use it and tinker with how the muse is kissing you in this moments.
i just wanted to get my thoughts out there and you always write everything so damn beautifully. i love you and your writing. and please take your time to think about it if you would like to write about it.)
♥︎♥︎♥︎
I’ve been sitting on this for a few days because I wanted to comb through it and absolutely try to incorporate some of this into End of the Line !! I’m still playing around with how I’ll start it but you actually gave me a couple ideas with this so HELL YEAH, THANK YOU MY DEAR !! 💞
I’m half considering writing it in a timeline sequence but we’ll see 🤷🏻♀️
#asks#by timeline I mean pre-pregnancy then first trimester then second and so on#it’ll give me wiggle room to include a lot of fun plot points and cover most of my bases#tw pregnancy#and I love long asks like this so don’t worry about me being overwhelmed these actually help A LOT#sorry I kept it to myself for a day and a half but I was taking notes AAHAHAH#long post#BK!S
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im so glad someone else is also hyperfixating on jack horner, i would LOVE to see any headcanons/fic/art/memes/etc you have!!
OMG!! It's the first time someone send me something in my ask box!! Thank you for that! Also well i think you won’t mind me using your message to post some headcanons ^^
And it's my first headcanons post so hope it'll be ok
(Same headcanons but in french below)
SFW
He get bored really easily
As a child, he was the type of cute kid with an adorable face but temperamentable and who can be insufferable
In general his parents gave him everything he wanted
He always been interested in his parents pie factory but he dreamt to head off on an adventure
He often helped his parents to bake the pies and liked to eat some of the fruits meant for it
To this day he hardly ever bake
If he had to take over the family business, he wanted to keep growing it as much as possible
In a way he thought it would make people respect and admire him
Now he don't care that people usually don't like him
Not because it doesn't matter for him but because he got used to it
His parents offered him his first magic artefact because since the "Pinnochio accident" he wouldn't stop to throw a fit about it
They thought he would be happy with it and move on (but we all know he didn't)
He've put it in a small chest like a treasure
When he took over family business that's when he also started hiring thiefs to go find him others magic artefacts
NSFW (I guess?)
Either he is virgin or he do one-night stands one after the others (but he doesn't have time for a relationship nor he's not even willing to try)
Also get bored easily in bed
[French version]
SFW
Il s'ennuie très facilement
Quand il était petit, c'était le genre de gamin mignon avec une bouille adorable mais capricieux et qui peut se montrer insupportable
Ses parents lui donnaient tout ce qu'il voulait en général
Il s'est toujours intéressé à l'entreprise de tartes de ses parents mais il rêvait de partir à l'aventure
Il lui arrivait souvent d'aider à faire les tartes et il aimait grignoter les fruits qui y était destiné
À aujourd'hui il ne pâtisse que rarement
Quitte à devoir reprendre l'entreprise de ses parents, il voulait continuer de la développer autant que possible
Dans un sens il pensait que les gens le respecterait et l'admirerait pour ça
Maintenant il se fiche que les gens ne l'apprécie habituellement pas
Pas que ça n'importe pas pour lui mais parce qu'il s'y est habitué
Ses parents lui ont offert son premier artefact magique car depuis "l'incident avec Pinnochio" il n'arrêtait pas de piquer des crises sur ce sujet
Ils pensaient qu'il en serait heureux et passerait à autre chose (mais on sait tous que ce n'est pas le cas)
Il l'a placé dans un petit coffre comme un trésor
Quand il a repris l'entreprise familiale c'est là qu'il a commencé à engager des voleurs pour lui récupérer d'autres artefacts magiques
NSFW (Je suppose ?)
Soit il est vierge soit il enchaîne les coups d'un soir les unes après les autres (mais il n'a pas le temps pour une relation ou même l'envie d'essayer)
Il s'ennuie aussi facilement au lit
Thank you again and stay tuned for more content about him ^^
And a little bonus sketch of my favorite big boy cause why not :
I also have relationship headcanons for him so i will post it in a few days!
#big jack horner#jack horner#puss in boots#puss in boots 2#puss in boots the last wish#headcanons#literally my list of fanarts ideas to do of him grow everyday#next sketches are for next week
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I've vented about this before but I have to, again, because I genuinely don't think there's any hope left for fandom. people keep reaching new lows. every time you think this is the lowest... they find a way to get even lower, more awful, more cruel. there is no respect, no decency, no humanity to be found anymore.
this delusional cult cannot and does not want to hear that Dan and Tina are not an item, let alone accept it. they insult everyone who says anything against it, they throw temper tantrums like 5-year olds who don't get their will, they distort things said in interviews that were never meant that way so it fits into their little world, and don't get me started on the AI photos/videos and fanfictions they create and treat as if it was reality.
but now that Dan actually does have a new girlfriend it's the worst it's ever been since this whole mess started 5 years ago. they found her on social media and ever since analyze every inch of every post for clues where she is or if she's with him only to actually insult her, both of them really, in ways I'm not even going to repeat here. a couple days ago things went from worse to horrible when fake accounts on instagram started popping up, posting tons of AI nude photos of his girlfriend and tagging them both in all of it, and while Dan since then doesn't allow tagging at all anymore I've been wondering all this time how he manages to stay quiet and calm about it. until yesterday. yesterday he's finally had enough, he spoke up in his chat group. and it was loud!!!
I am very glad and so proud that he finally gave them a piece of his mind. but immediately after the cult went on and on how he has humiliated Tina with what he said, but they also blame him for not putting an end to it sooner, when he was asked about her on the radio interview a few weeks ago. (which, correct me if I'm wrong, would in their logic humiliate her even more publicly). however which way you spin it, they blame him, he's the bad guy. when he says nothing and is a gentleman who doesn't want to say anything bad it's his fault but when he eventually speaks up because he and his family are being tortured it's also his fault. the names he's been called the past 18 hours for simply wanting his privacy respected and to live his life are nothing short of inhumane, which also makes me think that if these people think like that about him, why would they even want him with her? what is the point here?
he only opens his chat group for everyone to write in for annoucements or special occasions and when tensions rose again last night, he wished everyone a good night via voice message and closed the group directly after so I wasn't fast enough to reply anymore but also didn't want to just leave it like that. I wanted him to know that not everyone out there is insane, that there are actual fans who love and support him so I texted him privately. which he saw, and liked.
and then came today, where pretty much every media outlet has picked up the "news" and keeps making it a big story. the man is literally begging for everyone to just leave him be, let him live and breathe but now even the mainstream media is like… "lol, no".
sure, we see behavior like this from both "fans" and the press all the time, many celebrities are treated like crap and if it were anyone else I wouldn't care so much. but it's not. and I do. how does this behavior seem normal to people, how does anyone think this is acceptable? if it were the fans' lives being invaded like this, how would they feel? but what, because someone is famous, they don't have a right to their own life, their privacy and to be with whoever it is they want to be with?
it is incredibly infuriating and from the bottom of my heart, I feel so so bad for Dan, his new girlfriend, and his family.
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