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All In 9
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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon/dubcon, age gap, power imbalance, low self esteem, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.
This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.
Summary: you meet a mysterious man on a night out with your sister. (petite!reader)
based on the winning option for this poll
Characters: casino owner!Bucky Barnes
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You can’t help but admire the books balanced in your lap. You’re overly aware of another set of eyes on you as you once more trace the title with your fingertips, not wanting to touch too much but simply unable to resist. It can’t be real. All the books you ever had come from the Goodwill or your grandmother’s closet.
Bucky leans into you, his proximity still sweltering to you. You glance over at him sheepishly as you grip the edges of the top book to hold them steady.
“Thank you,” you babble again, probably for the ten dozenth time.
“You like them, doll?”
“Yes, very much,” you push your shoulders up bashfully.
“See, doll, all I wanna see is you happy,” he intones, “you’re happy, aren’t you?”
“Sure, yes,” you stammer, “thank you.”
He chuckles, amused by your incessant thanks yous. He rubs your shoulder and grips it tight, pulling you closer.
“So, I made you happy,” he shifts his body slightly against the seat belt, “how are you going to make me happy?”
You blink and gulp, clutching the books tighter. You bite down as you stare at him. Oh.
“Can I tell you how?” He brings his fingertips up to pet your chin, “promise, it’s not too much.”
“Mm, okay,” you utter.
He grins and presses his thumb against your chin, “a kiss? Just one.”
You let out a wispy noise and barely keep the books from slipping away. What? You can't be entirely surprised, you have no illusions, well as little as you can have, about what he wants and yet it’s like you’ve been slammed into by a sixteen-wheeler. Your clamp your lips tight as your bat your eyes.
He considers you and his lips straighten, his dimples pitting beneath his beard, “you don’t want to?”
“Uh, no, it isn’t...” your bottom lip quivers and your voice quakes. “I just...”
You shudder and look at his mouth then his neck. You can’t look him in the face. Your whole body is alight and your heart is throbbing. How do you tell him the one thing you’re terrified to ever admit to anyone, though you’re certain they can see it clear enough.
“You just what?” His voice is grittier, deeper. It adds an extra beat to your heart.
“I never...” your eyes wander away, “I never kissed anyone. I’m sorry. I’m just... nervous. So I... I don’t know if I would be good.”
He hums and rubs your chin, turning your head to him. He moves his hand to cradle your entire jaw and your throat bobs once more. You can’t help but reach to his wrist, clasping around his silver watch as your other hand strains to keep hold of the books in your lap.
“Why wouldn’t you be any good, doll? Those lips can’t be anything but delicious.”
You squeak and squirm in the seat. A tingle flows up your spine and strangles you. Your lips open and close like a fish out of water, a fluttering breath escaping you.
“Doll, close your eyes,” he says.
You can’t argue. You can’t move. You can barely think. So you obey.
You shut your eyes and feel the heat around you stir. You can sense him leaning in and you stiffen as his breath glosses over you. He tilts your head up as his lips brush yours, his beard tickling your skin, and he presses firmly against you. You squeeze your eyes tight as he hums again and you let out a surprised squeak as his tongue pokes against your mouth.
He pulls back as the books fall out of your lap onto the floor. Your eyes flick open and you try to look down. He holds you in place and pushes you back against the seat.
“Forget them,” he urges as his hand stretches across your neck, “and open your mouth, doll.”
He leans in once more and you’re plastered against the seat by his weight and the seatbelt. His mouth covers yours again and you let your lips go slack as his tongue delves within. You let out a murmur around him and slap your hand against the suede as his hand moves under your ear, a perfect vee beneath your lobe. He groans as he keeps his tending firm but soft, drawing back with a nibble as he leaves your lips wet.
You sit there, eyes closed, puffing and trembling. He caresses your chin and purrs, “how was it, doll? Everything you expected and more?”
You force your eyes open and look at him, shrinking down as you reach for his arm and try to dislodge his hand, “wow... I...”
He smirks, “been a while since I left a lady breathless.”
“I’m... sorry.”
“Sorry?” He drags his touch along your jawline, “for what?”
“I... was I bad?” You ask.
He once more looms over you and you brace yourself. He kisses your forehead and slowly retracts his arm, “you are too good, doll. If I don’t stop myself...”
You look around, fluttering lashes, shaky hands, and slowly bend forward. You gather up the books and slowly sit back. You stare forward, stunned stupid as the feel of his lips lingers. It wasn’t bad, just new, a little bit scary. Just like his words.
What would happen if he didn’t stop himself? Could you stop him?
🃏
The car rolls through a gate topped with golden points. You peer up at the urban mansion. You’ve never been to this part of town. The towering homes and curated lawns make you feel tiny. More so than usual.
You fumble to undo your seatbelt as Merv opens the door. You slide out ahead of Bucky and he trails after, his hand on your back as he guides you up the stone walk to the front door. He punches in a code into the keypad and lets you in ahead of him.
As you enter, you smell maple and bacon. He stays close to you, directing you with a point over your shoulder. You enter a dining room, the large table only set for two. He takes the books from you and sets them aside on the corner table. You swallow tightly.
“My personal chef should be about done,” he pulls out a chair and looks back at you expectantly.
You scurry up and sit with a thank you. He tucks the chair in under you and takes the chair on the other side of the corner, still close. Before you can settle in, a woman appears with two stemmed glasses. She sets one down before each of you as Bucky nods in fleeting acknowledgement, though his blue eyes only twinkle in your direction.
“Smells good,” you chew your lip nervously and his gaze follows the gesture.
“Nothing but the best, doll,” he winks and sips from his glass.
You do the same, surprised by the bubbliness. There’s a slight tang to the orange juice you don’t expect. He’s still watching you, seemingly amused by the play of emotions on your face.
“What?” You give a brittle giggle.
“You,” he says, “it’s a mimosa...” he leans forward, “still tryna figure out what you like.”
“It’s nice. Sweet,” you look at the glass and take another drink.
“Mm, maybe something strawberry next time,” he suggests.
“Ooo,” you smile but stop yourself as you feel goofy.
You blow out between your lips, trying to expel the tension as his eyes stay stuck to you. His attention is flattering but no less intimidating. You were never one to be in the spot light. You peer around the room, admiring the modern but elegant decor.
“Your house is so nice,” you rub your hands together nervously. “Must be nice living here...”
“Eh, bit empty but not bad,” he says, “lonely.”
“Oh,” you turn back to him.
“Doll,” he pinches the stem of the glass, “I don’t want you to get the wrong idea here. I know I got a reputation, you probably read all about it online. But I’m a changed man... or trying to change.”
You lower your brow in confusion. It’s strange to have anyone, let alone him, explain themselves to you.
“You know, I was with a certain type for a long time but... nothing serious. No one like you.”
Oh, you know. Why would he be with someone like you? You don’t dare to ask the question.
“It’s... okay,” you stammer.
“I don’t know any other way to do this,” he sits back and pushes his hair away from his face, “I’m taking it slow but...” his chest rises and he exhales heavily, “I hope you know how into you I am.”
Your cheeks sting hotly and you can’t help but touch them. You avert your eyes, looking down, then cross your arms across your chest. You look at him and shrug.
“Why?”
He narrows his eyes and brushes his fingers along the trim of his beard. He puckers his lips thoughtfully.
“I didn’t know until I saw you,” he drops his hand, resting it against the table. “I don’t know, you just looked... sweet. A bit lost. But I meant what I said, the skirt was cute. Kinda hoped you’d wear it today.”
“Oh?” You let out apologetically.
“That’s okay, doll, wishful thinking,” he says, “can’t have everything I want at once. I’m learning that.” He sits forward, “you’re teaching me how.”
“I am?”
“Sure you are,” he smirks, “waiting on you, aren’t I?”
“Uh, yeah, I guess,” you twiddle your fingers nervously.
Before it can grow awkward, the same woman returns. She has a tray in her hands, large and spread with serving dishes. She leans it on the table and lays it all out; bacon, sausage, eggs, toast, french toast, waffles, pancakes. Everything you could dream of for a perfect breakfast buffet.
Your stomach grumbles loudly and Bucky tilts his head coyly. Did he hear that? You wait until the woman leaves to reach for your fork and knife, mirroring him as he does the same. He uses the tongs to put some bacon on his plate and offers you some. You take only one, it usually makes your stomach hurt.
“You’ll be waiting on me tomorrow,” he says, as he continues to serve himself. Each time, he adds some to your plate as well.
“I will?”
“Probably a long day for me. You’re gonna have to get into the night shift, doll,” he explains. “Business and all that tripe. I’d rather have you by my side later anyhow. I’m not much of a morning person. Besides, I’ll need something pretty on my arm at the casino.”
“Casino?” You echo.
“Sure thing, doll. I gotta keep a watch over what’s mine,” he insists.
“Right, er...” you look at your plate.
The idea of stepping back into the casino makes your insides jelly. It’s so crowded and bright and busy. And with him, the one person everyone will be watching. At least there are no cameras permitted on the floor.
“Just stick close,” he says, “shouldn’t be hard. I won’t let you get very far.”
He chuckles and you poke at the scrambled eggs. What do you wear? What do you do? Just follow him around like a duckling?
The woman returns, plaintive as she stands in the doorway. You glance over at her but Bucky keeps his attention on his food.
“Thea?” He calls to her.
“Sir, a package,” she declares.
“Ah, yes, bring it in,” he demands and bites into a sausage.
He chews and you opt to turn your focus to the growling in your stomach. You may as well enjoy what you can and you’ve never been shy of a good meal. You pour syrup onto the waffle and dust some icing sugar over it. He’s watching you, you peek up briefly to confirm it. You make your bites small and tidy. You wilt beneath his constant surveillance.
The woman, Thea, returns. Bucky waves her over as she carries a white box. He drops his fork and stands. You hover your cutlery over the plate and watch as he dismisses her with a curt nod.
“Please, enjoy,” he insists as he sets the box on the other side of the array of food.
You stick to your conservative progress, curiously watching him as he pops open the lid of the box. He looks inside and smiles. He goes back to his seat to retrieve his napkin and wipes his hands.
“How do you like them?” He pulls out a shirt, the edges scalloped around the bottom and neck, little purple hearts speckled all over.
“Pajamas?” You wonder aloud.
“Thought they’d be cute,” he smiles and drapes the shirt over the back of the chair in front of them, revealing the matching shorts. “You can take some pictures for me tonight.”
You nearly choke. You tried to forget that picture. Both of them. His and yours. Right then, you can only think of him in the towel.
“I’ll have it packed up with the books for you to take,” he puts the pajamas back in the box and closes the lid. “Let’s finish our food.”
“Uh, okay, thank you,” you stammer.
“Doll, it’s all just beginning,” he sits and reaches for his mimosa, holding it out. You take yours and he clinks your glass. “Here’s to us.”
#bucky barnes#dark bucky barnes#dark!bucky barnes#bucky barnes x reader#fic#dark fic#dark!fic#series#au#casino au#mcu#marvel#all in#avengers#captain america#winter soldier
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hcs about dating joost??🤍
Dating joost hc’s
Warnings:hair pulling,eating out,nsfw(at the end)
Authors note: sorry if this is dookie I couldn’t think the whole time I was writing but I can’t believe I actually wrote this😥anyways THANKS FOR REQUESTING this is my first time writing hc’s
SFW
•he lovesss cuddling with you and he won’t let go until you force him to, like you literally have to push to get him off of you.
•he will send you photos when he’s out preforming or when he’s out of the country like he will text you “I’m about to preform” and then send a picture of crazy frog.
•joost can tell whenever your anxious or upset no matter what you do and/or act like,he’ll start comforting you and try to cheer you up.
•joost is always sassy he’ll use emojis like 😒,🙄,😜 and he never fails to make you giggle a little.
NSFW
•both of you guys can agree that cow girl is you favorite position joost says that because he can see your boobs bouncing up and down
•joost likes it when you pull his hair,he’ll squeeze your boobs just for you to pull on his hair
•HE IS ADDICTED TO EATING YOU OUT LIKE HE’LL DO IT ANYTIME not anywhere but he’ll try to eat you out while your asleep,reading a book,on your phone,JUST SIMPLY LAYING DOWN
•since joost is 6’1 he is POUNDING YOU and he’ll still make you take it if you say you can’t take him anymore he’ll tease you until you can
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𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝
𝐂𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥!𝐀𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐞𝐧 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: You're a medical student with the perfect family and friend group, your friend recommends a Pen Pal site and you are paired with the most unlikely person, you decide to give him a chance but what will it cost you?
Warnings: Aemond is a criminal (he killed Luke and Viserys), pen pal situation, this fic will have certain themes like smut (consensual), angst, sadness and still debating a happy or sad ending, this will contain mentions and descriptions of murder, warnings will be more detailed as parts go on (I guess you can call it dark Aemond since he kidnaps you but he doesn't hurt you if you get what I mean)
You were not sure whether this was even a good idea, you palms were sweaty and your leg bounced up and down, Sara had told you about her pen pal, recommended the site for you to find one yourself, she explained it as entertaining
You weren’t quite sure if you even wanted to do this but it couldn’t hurt right?
You would feel guilty to personally choose your own pen pal so you decided to allow one to be chosen for you, you closed your laptop and walked away from your desk for a while.
“How have you been?” Doctor Godfrey smiled at Aemond while his monotone stare made her cross her legs, the woman had been his doctor for years, he was incarcerated when he was 17 and now he was 23
“I’ve heard you read books like there’s no tomorrow, do you like books?” She asked and still no answer, she let out a defeated sigh removing her black frame glasses “Aemond I want to help you, but I cannot do anything unless you allow me to” she explained and he held an emotionless face
“Who said I wanted your help” his voice was robotic almost, programmed to sound emotionless and empty “Aemond I’ve been here since you first came here, I’ve helped many people let me help you” she almost pleaded and to no avail “I’ve sighed you up to be apart of the pen pal program, you could make a friend out of this little world you’re in” she smiled softly “No” was all he could say
“I’m afraid that would be out of the question,” she stood up and walked out of the room leaving the guards with him, Doctor Godfrey loved her patients, no matter what they’ve done, that’s what she is here for, to help.
Aemond had been imprisoned for exactly 2,623 days, he counted the years, months, weeks, day, minutes, and seconds, he was in his own cell, he had cellmates who believed they were, better, he didn’t care but when they touched his belongings he did not take too kindly
A seven pointed star his mother wore, the necklace he’d cling to as a babe when she’d hold him and hum him a lullaby to sleep, it was a memory of her, the woman was locked away in an asylum owned by her paternal aunt, Aemond had no updates but he could only hope his poor mother was okay, alive at the very least
He read a book from the book cart everyday, he didn’t like leaving his cell, if he could he would fucking rot in the damn thing.
You were in the middle of class, a literature lecture which was worth a big part of the semesters grade, a vibration from your phone caught your attention, you furrowed your brows looking at the email notification, “A pen pal has been found and available for you, come start a chat!” The bold letters made your skin crawl, you wanted to try it and it was supposedly a 100% safe site but something gnawed at her belly
“Ms. L/n” your attention moved back to your professor “I’m sorry sir, what was that?” You asked embarrassed a pink tint all over your cheeks “If you found the lecture understandable” he repeated and you nodded “Yes, yes of course” he gave a satisfied nod and continued on with some announcements while you began to put your things away
“Hey, hey Y/n!” Sara’s voice was loud and clear making you turn “Have you tried it?” She asked and you gave her your phone “I have to do some log in to get started or something” she chuckled “well, you’ll have lots of fun with this believe me, you get to talk to some possibly hot prison dude and he gets a friend win win” you truly didn’t understand Sara one bit
“Yeah sure, thanks I gotta go” you left since you got a ride home through Lyft, you got home locking your door and opening your laptop going to your email inbox, you pressed the green highlighted link and saw that you had to enter basic information, name, verification of age, address, and other info
You entered it and waited for it all to process, you saw a information sheet with your pen pal’s info, you saw his name, mugshot, age, and whatnot
He was actually kinda cute, “hmm, Aemond” you tested his name out as his name rolled off your tongue perfectly, he had such a pale face, his hair was very unique, white like snow almost and he had a surgical patch covering his left eye, a scar slanted down his face and his other eye was a bright purple, it was not unheard of, he must’ve been of Valyrian descendant
You saw he liked books, that’s all that was listed, he did not have much hobbies listed down, you smiled.
“Aemond, can you guess what good news I bring ?” Doctor Godfrey smiled and he was stoic, she sighed and gave him a soft look “We’ve found you a pen pal” she announced and Aemond shook his head slowly
“Oh good, I see we are improving with communication” she wrote down on her clipboard “And you quite frankly don’t have a choice, I am making this a assignment or a chore in a sense, and if you do well I’ll allow you to write to your mother”
Aemond’s eye softly widened at that, “She is still registered at the Green towers institution and I myself am making sure she is being taken care of” the sigh he let out was barley audible but it was of relief, his sweet mother
“I’ll make sure you get your stationary, I hope you stay well Aemond” the blond haired woman walked out of the room where her evaluations and sessions with Aemond were held
Aemond was led back to his cell, the cell mirrored him somewhat, blank, neat but nothing that described him, no personality almost.
You were stuck trying to figure out what to even write, what could you possibly say? You did not want to be too short nor write as if you knew the man
“Hello, my name is Y/n and I am not so sure how to begin this letter nor what to mention in it but I’d guess the basics, I’m 19, 20 soon, and I kind of don’t really understand why I decided to do this, well a friend did mention it but I decided it would be nice to try, this is all I can really come up with for now and it may be too short and not interesting but I do hope our conversations progress.”
You signed the letter, maybe this letter wasn’t the best but it was a start so if he decides to answer great and if not well you both will never meet so what would it matter?
"where you headed off to?" your mom asked "Store!" you yelled out before leaving your front door, you couldn't really tell her about this because she tended to worry about pretty much nothing at all, and that was the last thing you wanted to do
You walked to your local post office dropping the letter into the blue box, you left and only hoped for the best really.
Aemond was given stationary which was still placed neatly at the small desk all the cells had, he rolled his eye looking away from the stacked up white papers and envelopes with a single pencil
Days had passed and he couldn’t help but think about the fact that if he exchanged a couple stupid letters he could truly write to his mother, she was the only person he cared for, for him she was above everyone and everything else
A bang against the bars of his cell caught his attention “Got some mail Targaryen, a miracle” the guard held a single white neat envelope and Aemond took it from his hand
He sighed sitting at the desk opening it with a carefulness to save the envelope, he looked through it reading the paper, he couldn’t help but notice a tint of awkwardness yet kindness to the person who wrote it, a girl, her name was Y/n, 19 soon to be 20 no wonder,
Aemond himself wasn’t sure how to write but he wanted to check all the boxes, be respectful and exchange the needed letters to write one to his mother
He sighed before picking up the pencil
“Hello Y/n, my name is Aemond, I’m 23, my birthday is in a few months too, I don’t know what to write about either but I hope this letter won’t make you change your mind or bore you, I’m sure we can find some sort of topic to write about, you can write five questions for me like my favorite things and I will write some back after, hope this wasn’t too short for you, and yes I can see our conversations progressing in the future”
Aemond ended the letter at that signing it and putting it inside the white envelope looking at his sheet to see where to write the address, he had left the letter on his desk
Another guard would come around a few days a week to get mail and Aemond without saying a word gave him the letter
“That’s a change, got a girlfriend or what Targaryen?” Aemond ignored him walking away back to his bunk and looking up at the bottom of the top bunk.
"Hey, left your mail on the table" your father tapped your arm softly as you mumbled in your sleep "What mail?" you grumbled out "I don't know a letter" he then left the room making you slump back down on your bed with a soft groan before stretching
then it hit you, a letter
you rolled out of bed waking up in the process looking down at the white envelope, you picked it up slowly and carefully opening the piece of paper
you took a seat on your desk reading over it, it made you softly smile, he didn't sound mean and the letter looked sincere at least, and that was enough
maybe this won't be so bad.
A/n: I have high hopes for this fic and I hope many of you enjoy it, if you would like to be tagged please let me know!
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Comparative Healing 202
“...he had such a knowledge of the Dark Side that he could even keep the ones he cared about from dying,” Palpatine explained.
“Really?” Anakin asked. “That’s strange… I wonder how that works.”
“It’s a power that you can’t learn from a Jedi,” Palpatine said, delicately. “The Dark Side is a path to many abilities that some consider… unnatural.”
Anakin frowned. “I guess,” he said. “But what I mean is, how it’s different from the Light Side way of doing it.”
Palpatine looked at Anakin.
“What do you mean?” he asked, a little puzzled.
“I asked Master Kcaj, I think he’s attending the performance actually,” Anakin explained, with a little shrug. “He took me through Light Side Force Healing 201, he said it was good that I was learning to solve problems in ways that didn’t involve a lightsaber.”
The Knight frowned. “Well, he just called it Force Healing 201, because I don’t think he knew there was a Dark Side version, but I guess that makes sense, because that kind of thing would have to be really, really old by now. Was Darth Plagueis killed by one of the Jedi during the Jedi-Sith Wars or was he a victim of infighting?”
“He wasn’t-” Palpatine began, but Anakin was shaking his head.
“Actually, now I come to think about it, the way the Light Side version of Force Healing works, the way it’s Light Side is that you have to personally pay for the cost,” he said. “I guess it’s kind of ironic, really, because it means that Jedi can keep other people from dying, but we can’t keep ourselves from dying… we’d have to take on our own wounds and we’d be back where they started. There’s other things we can do to make it so that injuries aren’t as serious, but those only work for ourselves, so it’s… actually a way that you can combine two techniques to get a net benefit.”
Palpatine blinked, still about one and a half sentences behind and trying to catch up. “I… suppose it is ironic, yes,” he said. “Darth Plagueis the Wise had the same problem.”
Anakin frowned. “Chancellor, how do you know about this? Are you sure that it was a Sith? Because the Force Healing technique you’ve mentioned sounds a lot like it has the same limitations as the Jedi one, so maybe it’s actually been distorted and corrupted over more than a thousand years. It could even be that he wasn’t called Darth Plagueis but was called something that sounded that way and the story’s been corrupted over the centuries. You know, like Sifo-Dyas and Sidious, that only took a few years.”
“I’m sorry, Anakin?” Palpatine said, after a pause to try and avoid panicking when Anakin linked the two names. “What do you mean? This isn’t… it’s the story of a Sith.”
“Sure, that’s what you’re aware of,” Anakin replied. “And maybe it’s correct, but there’s lots of possibilities even then, right? It could be that he discovered the Jedi healing technique independently, or it could be that he stole it from the Jedi. Maybe the Jedi stole it from him and they don’t tell the story because it’s embarrassing to admit that the most highly restricted healing techniques are something originally invented by the Sith. Or maybe they let this Darth Plagueis guy borrow some holobooks from the Jedi library and he stole them, and they’re embarrassed now.”
Anakin ticked off points on his fingers. “Oh, and there’s also the possibility that if a Sith stole holobooks on Force Healing he’d have done it in a way that couldn’t be traced back to him, so the Jedi wouldn’t tell the story because they just flat-out didn’t know.”
“This is not a story from a thousand years ago,” Palpatine said. “It’s a story from only a few decades ago, as it happens, so it is definitely not warped by time!”
“Not more than the Sifo-Dyas thing,” Anakin pointed out, helpfully. “But yeah, it’s now really obvious why the Jedi don’t tell me about it, because it’s either really catastrophically embarrassing because it would mean that the Jedi literally didn’t realize the Sith were back despite a Sith stealing some library books, or they just have no way of knowing in the first place. I guess I’m more interested in the second one, though… does this story go into any more detail about how Plagueis did the Force Healing? If they genuinely are Light Side and Dark Side and that’s different, then it’s interesting.”
“I… didn’t take you as someone to be interested in healing,” Palpatine admitted, since it was about the only response he could think of at that point.
“I didn’t think I’d be interested either,” Anakin said, readily. “But Master Kcaj had this great analogy, he said that it was like being a mechanic of the body. Isn’t that such a cool concept? The heart’s the motivator, that kind of thing… and the better I understand that the more I can work on not needing to use the Force to heal people, except in a real emergency anyway. All I need is to use it to stabilize someone, and then I can get them the rest of the way to safety.”
Palpatine nodded.
“A… useful endeavour,” he said, in as fatherly a tone as he could manage, and tried to get back on script. “As I said, Plagueis could use the Force to influence the midi-chlorians to create life. He taught his apprentice everything he knew, and then his apprentice killed him in his sleep. He never saw it coming.”
“Oh, right,” Anakin replied, nodding. “Yeah, I think this sounds like a badly garbled origin story for the Sith.”
“Excuse me?” Palpatine asked.
“If Darth Plagueis was a Sith who’d taught his apprentice everything, then how would he not expect to be betrayed?” Anakin asked. “It makes much more sense if this apprentice was actually the first Sith and Plagueis being a Sith got read back into the story at a later date… but I’m still not sure how to get the midi-chlorians to create life. They’re our connection to the Force, it’s not about a connection to the Dark Side specifically. Unless what he’s doing is forcing the midi-chlorians to create life when it shouldn’t be, that would be a Dark Side thing that violates the balance in the universe while Light Side techniques are about balance – that’s why Light Side healing involves paying for taking away a wound by taking on a wound. Balance.”
Anakin glanced at his chrono. “Huh, I should probably get going… I need to tell the Council that thing you mentioned about Grievous hiding in the Utapau System.”
“Come, now, Anakin,” Palpatine said. “You can’t find yourself running around doing the bidding of the Jedi Council all the time. We were talking about this. They don’t necessarily have your best interests at heart.”
“I know, Chancellor,” Anakin replied, nodding. “But I don’t speak Quarren and I think if I need to watch five more minutes of this ballet I’m going to pass out from boredom.”
“This ballet is in Mon Cal,” Palpatine said.
“Yeah, I don’t speak that either,” Anakin shrugged.
“Did you know the Chancellor’s really interested in old stories about the Sith?” Anakin asked Obi-Wan, back in the Temple. “Fascinated by them.”
“He is?” Obi-Wan replied. “I’ve never got that sense.”
“No, it was a surprise to me, too,” Anakin agreed, shrugging. “But he was telling me this story about a Darth Plagueis who could heal people. It’s a weird kind of healing, though, using midi-chlorians to create life? At least that’s what the Chancellor said… he said the Jedi didn’t know about it, so I guess it must be an old story, even though he said it was recent. I wondered if maybe it was twenty generations ago instead of twenty years, or something like that.”
“I won’t lie, Anakin,” Obi-Wan said. “I don’t know what I expected your assignment to result in, but this isn’t it.”
Anakin sighed. “Master… I can’t do it, okay? I can’t spy on someone who’s been such a friend to me. Sithspit, all I’m really doing is sharing gossip he brought upand that still makes me feel dirty.”
Obi-Wan nodded. “I understand, Anakin,” he said. “The problem is really that there’s… a question about how independent the Jedi Temple is.”
He indicated the nearest landing pad, which had a trio of gunships waiting there. “We’ve been acting as generals for the last two years at least… the Chancellor feels that he can make decisions about who becomes a member of the Council… regardless of your abilities and suitability for the role, Anakin, after he suggested you it was impossible for us to put you on the Council with the rank of Master. It would set a precedent that the Jedi are simply another department of the government for the Chancellor to control.”
Anakin looked thoughtful.
“I hadn’t realized that,” he admitted. “I don’t think the Chancellor would do that, though.”
“The problem isn’t with this Chancellor,” Obi-Wan replied. “It’s with the next Chancellor. Or the one after that.”
He spread his hands. “Really, I think part of this is my fault. I didn’t try hard enough to make sure you learned the political skill a Jedi needs.”
“Master, you’re really good at that kind of thing,” Anakin protested. “I’m more into… aggressive negotiations.”
“Indeed,” Obi-Wan said.
Anakin waited.
“...you’re supposed to tell me I’m not that bad,” he said, eventually.
“I know I’m supposed to,” Obi-Wan said, virtuously.
Anakin rolled his eyes.
“Oh, before I forget,” he went on. “The Chancellor did say General Grievous is on Utapau.”
“Noted,” Obi-Wan said. “Now, what’s this story about Sith healing that the Chancellor told you? I’ve never heard of Darth Plagueis before.”
When Anakin had finished recounting the conversation, they were most of the way to the Council chamber, and he shrugged.
“You get what I mean… right?” he said, then took note of Obi-Wan’s disturbed expression. “Is something wrong, Master?”
“Yes,” Obi-Wan replied, firmly. “Anakin, what you’ve just described is exactly how it would look if Palpatine was trying to hint that he could teach you a Sith technique.”
“Really?” Anakin asked. “The Chancellor be able to use Sith techniques? There’s no way that is possible…”
He got out his datapad, and began flicking through records. “He’d have to be able to use the Force, and his midi-chlorian count is… is… not here?”
Anakin looked up. “Didn’t the whole Senate get tested to see if any of them was Darth Sidious?”
“Now I’m very worried,” Obi-Wan declared. “I know he’s your friend, Anakin, but how possible is it that Palpatine is Sidious?”
Anakin considered that.
“Do you think that explains why he ordered me to cut Dooku’s head off and leave you on a starship that was about to explode?” he asked.
“Definitely need to teach you politics,” Obi-Wan muttered.
#anakin skywalker#obi wan kenobi#star wars#palpatine#Anakin is oblivious again#Yes Coleman Kcaj is real
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I agree!! *an incoherent rant incoming* Jean imo def moved on from Kevin (in a romantic way; i think he’s not moved on from the whole ‘Kevin left me’ thing ofc but I think he obviously knows and accepts that he and Kevin won’t ever happen lol). And that scene with Renee was obviously a closure/farewell and they’ve moved on to being friends now (also imo while i like their dynamic i feel like they’d never work bc of the whole victim saviour complex, that’d be really uncomfortable and hard to overcome). Jeremy seems like he’s able to handle Jean’s crazy baggage without placating him too much or pushing him too hard. He definitely needs to work on his own shit first (i feel like the way he went all in on helping Jean is kind of giving ‘I am avoiding my problems by getting too involved in others’ problems’) but I think Jean will be the perfect person to help him with that! As you said he’s super perceptive and honestly very empathetic even if he doesn’t show it in the most obvious way. Jeremy would probably really appreciate Jean’s brutally honest approach lol. They’re lowkey perfect for each other ☹️ TSC2 can’t come soon enough
hardcore agree on every single point you made!! i feel exactly the same about Jean and Renee, as much as their dynamic is sweet, i think it would be really difficult to overcome Jean feeling indebted to her (whereas Jean and Jeremy are both growing together) + ya i think Jean has very complicated feelings toward Kevin but i don’t think he’s actively yearning over Kevin anymore
and exactlyy i definitely imagine Jean quietly picking up on whatever Jeremy’s going through and expressing concern only for Jeremy to try and pull a “my problems aren’t that bad and therefore don’t matter” which i don’t see Jean accepting. especially since Jean has an ‘older brother who cares more about other people’s well-being more than his own well-being’ vibe (underneath his slightly prickly attitude lol) i think Jeremy and Jean are really good for each other, Kevin subconsciously knew what he was doing by having Jean transfer to USC 🤨
#anon i love you#that was absolutely not incoherent we’re on the same wavelength here#def craving that next book lol#feel like it’s still only the very beginning of jean’s story#would not be surprised if we got two more books to make another trilogy#side note but i’m still so obsessed w the characterization of Jean as being so perceptive and attuned to other people’s feelings#logically i know it’s bc he had to read riko’s mood to appease him and probably also his parents#since even tho he barely will talk about it he’s confirmed that at the very least his mother beat him#and i honestly just can’t imagine his father who literally sold him treated jean any better#but even tho it’s partially due to abuse i still think it says something about jean#bc riko underwent horrible abuse too and was raised by similarly horrible people too#and yet riko turned out the way he did#and jean became perceptive and caring so#… anyways sorry to pop off in the tags lmao#aftg#tsc#the sunshine court#jean moreau#i just love him so#jerejean#ask tag
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Every Breath You Take (4)
Summary: There is a shadow following you. He doesn’t know what he got himself into.
Pairing: Stalker!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader
Warnings: stalking, being stalked, loneliness, a man out of time, secret admirer trope, voyeurism, longing
A/N: You all made me do it! Here’s the series to this random idea: Stalker Bucky & Crazy Reader
Catch up here: Every Breath You take (3)
Every Breath You Take Masterlist
You wake, once again, from a deep slumber you yawn and look around your bedroom. Last night you had the best dream.
Your dream man stepped out of your dreams and came to you to cuddle you in your bed. His scent still lingers on your clothes, and you sigh, wishing he’d stayed for a little longer.
“Well, he lives only in my dreams,” you press the plushie your secret admirer gifted to you to your heart. No matter what your colleague says, you cherish the cute cat. Whoever sent the flowers and the plushie to you must mean well.
You put the plushie away, putting it on top of your pillow. “Sorry, I got to go to work,” you sigh and pat its head. “I’ll be back soon, and we can cuddle some more.”
While you reluctantly slip out of bed, already regretting it the moment your feet touch the cold floor, Bucky watches you get ready for work.
He hums as you stretch in front of the wind. “We could work out together,” he says. “I think we will start with an easy workout.”
Alpine meows and turns their attention back toward the food in the bowl.
“What do you say, Alpine? Do you want to go shopping for her?” Bucky rubs his scruffy chin. “Maybe we could accidentally bump into her next time she goes grocery shopping.”
Bucky shakes his head. “No, it’s too soon. We need to get to know her even better.” He lies to himself. Bucky is scared to mess things up and tries to buy himself some time. “We’ll send her another gift today. I hope she’ll like it.”
“You got another gift from your stalker,” your colleague wrinkles her nose. She huffs because you ignore her jab. “You should call the cops or something. I just know that guy is a creep.”
“Why?” you look at the new gift. Your secret admirer sent an orchid to you this time. A beautiful yellow phalaenopsis. “They sent me an orchid. I love them.” You smile and carefully run your fingertips over one blossom. “I got them in many colors. How could they possibly know I didn’t have a yellow one yet.”
“Stalkers gonna stalk,” she quips while glancing at the orchid. “I’m telling you; they are going to become creepier in no time. Soon they will send you underwear or shit.”
“Underwear,” you gasp. “Oh, my.” You touch your heated cheeks. “You think they’re going to send me underwear? Maybe lace or satin.”
“You’re…crazy,” she huffs and storms off. “If you disappear, I won’t call the cops.”
You shrug. “I don’t know what’s her problem. The orchid is beautiful, and they didn’t do anything wrong. It’s a nice gift, nothing else.”
“Alpine!” Bucky calls for his cat. “She’s back and she got the orchid.” He grins when you step toward the window to place the new beauty on your windowsill. “She likes the orchid.”
Alpine ignores its owner once again. The white furball prefers getting comfortable in Bucky’s lap. “What else could we get for our girl, Alpine? We gave her flowers, a plushie, and an orchid.”
He wrinkles his forehead. “I got it!” Bucky jumps up, much to Alpine’s chagrin. The cat lands on the floor, hissing at their owner. “I’ll gift her my first edition of The Hobbit. She’s got a lot of books, but no first edition.”
Bucky walks toward the shelf he bought some weeks ago. A single book and his sunglasses the only things the only things he placed on the shelf. He grabs the book and smiles.
“I hope she’ll like it as much as I did when I read it for the first time.” He flinches at his own words. A memory wants to flash up in his mind, but he pushes it away.
Most of the time Bucky doesn’t allow himself to think about his life before Hydra.
Even if those memories are pleasant. It pains him to remember his life before the winter soldier, and all the losses he had to endure.
“I need to buy more wrapping paper, Alpine. Make a mental note.”
Bucky carefully puts the book on the small table next to his armchair. He’ll wrap it tomorrow and send it to you. Bucky wants to see you smile again.
“Ladies, we got a new roommate,” you talk to your orchids. “She’s a little shy, so be nice.” You giggle at your silliness. “Yellow queen, welcome to my home.”
You step away to admire your windowsill. “So beautiful. I wonder if he knew that I didn’t have a yellow one yet. He must be very observant. I can’t believe my colleague called him a creep. My secret admirer was nothing but kind to me.”
Smiling you just look at your collection of orchids for a moment. It makes you feel calm and happy just looking at them.
Sometimes, if the world gets too much you get lost in daydreams of flowers and fairytales. You are enchanted by the pretty flowers until you remember you had plans for tonight.
“Shoot! I still need to get changed. My show starts in not half an hour!”
Today, you leave the curtains open. Not only in your living room but in your bedroom too.
You slowly strip your clothes off and put on a show for your secret admirer. He won’t see much because you didn’t switch the light on, but you want him to see you for longer than a few moments.
If he’s not brave enough to talk to you yet, you’ll wait for him to reveal himself.
All you know is that he’s out there, watching over you like a guardian angel.
Part 5
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#Every Breath You Take (4)#bucky barnes#bucky barnes x reader#bucky barnes x you#bucky barnes x y/n#bucky barnes x female reader#x reader#tw: stalking
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soccer!captain boyfriend ━━━ nrk. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ nishimura riki as your boyfriend
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nishimura riki who leaves a drink he got at the cafeteria on your desk every morning before you come in
“they didn’t have the on you liked, so i got you chocolate instead.” riki stands beside your desk with his hands in his pockets as he watches you grab the drink. “you really didn’t have to riki.” “i wanted to.”
nishimura riki who likes to tease you by hiding your pencil case or work book so he can have an excuse to talk to you
nishimura riki who does anything he can to get you both in trouble so you can be in detention together and he has more time to spend with you
nishimura riki who shares his earbuds with you in class and has a specifically curated playlist for you with songs you said you like
nishimura riki who stares at you shamelessly just to watch you blush under his gaze
nishimura riki who flirts with you because he knows about the tiny crush you have on him
“so, what’s your type?” he asks one day while he soplays with your hair. “is it me?” he raises his eyebrows, teasing you but in reality he hopes you say yes.
nishimura riki who invites you to his soccer game with plans on asking you out after + he makes you wear his jersey so everyone knows you’re his
soccer captain!riki who asks you out with an entire poster board held up by his teammates and a bouquet of your favorite flowers
soccer!captain riki who leaves his team zip up at your place so you can wear it to school (also because he loves when it smells like you)
soccer!captain riki who walks you home everyday without fail even though he’s always late to his practice
soccer!captain riki who won’t shut up about you in the locker room and everyone knows who you are despite not meeting you properly
soccer!captain riki who tries hard every game and practice to impress you knowing you’re in the stands watching him
“put your shirt down!” heeseung yells as riki wipes his sweat off—showing his abs and smirking.
soccer!captain riki who introduces himself as your boyfriend to all your friends
soccer!captain riki who thinks your kisses are his lucky charm and cannot go to the field without one of your pecks
“why aren’t you playing?” you run your hands through his hair as he pouts. “you didn’t give me my kiss.” his arms are crosses and he huffs until you give in.
soccer!captain riki who has a shrine of you in his locker and occasionally has conversations with you before his practice (he’s insane)
soccer!captain riki who goes all out for valentine’s day and sends a flower to you every class period until you have a full bouquet
“did you like my surprise?” his arm is around your shoulder as he walks through the halls. “it was nice riki, thank you.” “there’s still more.”
soccer!captain riki who gets jealous easily and doesn’t like it when you give someone else *his* undivided attention, so he gives you the cold shoulder
however, he doesn’t last long until he’s spamming your phone and showing up at your house for late night cuddles
“i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to ignore you.” he mutters while he hides in the crook of your neck feeling nervous but also accomplished.
soccer!captain riki who buys you matching jewelry and clothes because he feels connected even when you both are away from one another
soccer!captain riki who teaches you how to play soccer so he can brag to all his teammates
“so, i’ve been thinking that jake should be replaced by my girlfriend.” “stop it!”
soccer!captain riki who claims that the reason he exists is to be your boyfriend
soccer!captain riki who isn’t shy to say he loves you with all his heart
“i think you’re the coolest person ever, i love you.” he randomly says one night as you both go for a walk, but ultimately you feel the same
#© dilrmma!#repost & revamp#enhypen#enhypen blurbs#enhypen drabbles#enhypen fanfiction#enhypen fluff#enhypen headcanons#enhypen imagines#enhypen oneshots#enhypen scenarios#enhypen timestamps#enhypen angst#enhypen comfort#enhypen soft hours#enhypen soft thoughts#enhypen x reader#enhypen x female reader#enhypen niki#enhypen nishimura riki#enhypen riki#nishimura riki#nishimura riki enhypen#riki enhypen#riki imagines#riki scenarios#riki x reader#riki fluff#riki angst#riki enha
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all my friends support palestine and know neil druckmann is a zionist
Decree # 13: No Scary Movies before Bed for Abby Anderson (#13)
abby’s voice is a whisper to match the darkness of the room. “hey, baby, are you asleep?”
“yeah” you respond in sleepy sarcasm. you shuffle deeper into your blanket.
“can i turn on the light?” this makes you peep open one bleary eye.
“uhm okay?”
the room is suddenly flooded with light from the bedside table.
the, open floor layout serves as a surprisingly large studio sized apartment, with a living, dining, and bedrooms in the same area as the kitchen. it’s wonderfully packed full of found books and pieces of art that took ages to collect. you and abby had lived here together for 17 months and each of you brought your own collections into one space. thanks to abby’s rank within the leaders of the WLF the apartment is big enough for you both to create a proper safe haven for yourselves.
however it’s not always as safe as you’d like it to be. especially tonight.
it’s been extremely stormy this winter and today has seattle bracing itself against wind coming through the bay and right against the stadium's walls. everyone was prepared for it. making sure the animals were inside and the crops were covered so everyone can hunker down for the big ocean storm. this storm has you and abby having a movie marathon. she found a bunch of intact dvds for the stadium collection and was rewarded with a functioning tv and dvd player for the storm. you picked out a romcom and a movie about found family while abby picked out two scary movies.
now four hours later, here you guys are, in bed, abby’s bedside lamp blinding you completely for a second.
“mmnph, you okay baby?” you mumble. your eyes are shut again, but you turn your body to face abby. the girl has moved to sit up against the headboard. she’s breathing deeply and clutching the blankets in her fists. when she doesn’t answer, you peek up at her with one eye. “baby?”
“yeah,” abby says when you sit up next to her. “i’m fine. i just couldn’t sleep. you can go back to sleep. i’m sorry.”
“no it’s fine!” you try to make eye contact with your girlfriend but it’s like she’s actively avoiding your eyes. “abby? did you have a bad dream?”
she looks at you from the corner of her eye. your face is earnest and full of love but abby knows what’s gonna happen next.
“i, uh, i had a dream about being sucked into a black hole. like, like the movie we watched.”
now, abby’s nightmares are rare. if she has them it’s either based on a book or movie she recently watched or the day at the hospital in salt lake. growing up in the apocalypse, your nightmares are usually the least of your worries.
still you did warn abby about the dreams. she already had a messed up schedule because in the three days leading up to it, isaac had everyone preparing for the storm. and when you warned her about the scary movies, she brushed you off and swore she’d be fine. now she was at the mercy of her know-it-all girlfriend.
your lips twitch upwards. you lay back down and shift under the blankets until you’re back in the warm spot. you look at abby.
“am i allowed to say ‘i don’t you so’?” you smirk up at her.
she rolls her eyes. “whatever.”
you pout. “hey! be nice to me! i tried to warn you, you big baby! now come here and let me cuddle you!” you open your arms and abby eagerly falls into them. she snuggles into your chest. your hands go up to her loose hair and comb through the waves.
“i got you. go back to sleep, baby” is all abby hears before she lets sleep take her.
when you wake up, it’s to a giant tree limb slamming itself against the large stadium window. you jump in fear before you recognize the noise for what it is, taking a breath. abby has tucked you against her chest with your head under her chin, so she feels you wake up. her warm hands run up your back and she lets out a groan when you pull away from her. “i gotta go pee!” you apologize, practically running for the bathroom to keep the warmth in your body. abby’s watches out the window until you return with a sleepy smile and arms open. all of your responsibilities have been put on hold until the storm is over and you're going to take advantage of being able to lay in bed a bit longer than usual.
“did you sleep okay?” you mumble against abby’s collarbone. abby’s midnight worries are gone now that the sun is up. well it’s up there, behind the clouds somewhere.
“yeah,” she sighs. “sorry about that”
“you don’t have to apologize. you remember when i had nightmares for a week after we watched that killer doll movie?”
“yeahhh, that movie was fucked up”
“it was! and the black hole movie was also fucked. you don’t have to apologize… But am i allowed to say i told you so?”
abby playfully squeezes you tight to make you giggle.
“yeah,” she grins down at you. “you can”
“okay… I Told You Watching that Movie would Give You Nightmares.”
“why’d you say it like that? are you decreeing it?”
“yeah. you know i like being right. and besides, when you get scared i get to protect you so honestly it’s a win for me.”
“glad my misery brings you happiness”
you respond to her grumble with a kiss on the lips.
“my sweet scaredy-cat,” you say against her mouth. “i’ll always protect you. don’t worry” you promise into another, deeper kiss.
#number 13#the number game#abby brainrot era#mads’ headcanons#abby anderson x reader#abby anderson fluff#abby anderson x you#just fucking vibes idk
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King Aegon II Targaryen 💚💚💚
A little thing I did a while ago even before the official posters even came out. I just did not want it to stay in my drafts forever. Hope you guys like it <3 I also tried to give him his book accurate eyes, because why not? Also, I am still practicing how to do backgrounds and stuff so I’m sorry about that.
#house of the dragon#hotd fanart#aegon ii targaryen#team green#pro team green#aegon targaryen x reader#hotd aegon
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it bothers us because you have delusions that martell princess who was raped but nobody except her family was bothered by it cause she was so irrelevant suddenly should matter more than Jon Targaryen's parents who according to canon 'he loved her she loved him' and their love brought about the birth of the prince who was promised
suck on it irrelevant ugly woman stans and you have the gall to compare princess viserra to her when viserra was million more beautiful than the dornish scum and her ill spawn could ever be
Jon WHO? LMAO. I wasn't going to post this - my moots & followers don’t deserve to read this shit - but it made me laugh more than the others
Rhaegar chose Lyanna, I agree.... but it was to die. Do you think he wouldn't have taken here somewhere safer and with more people to ensure > her < safety during childbirth if he wanted to? Please.
He could've let Elia die in a third pregnancy and be free from her and marriage duties. The thing is that the moment he found out it might happen he went "no❤️".
Also, I'd be embarrassed to use the show as source. Especially if my pRoMisEd pRiNcE's end was that one.
'Ugly woman' and that's her:
"The crowning of the Stark girl, who was by all reports a wild and boyish young thing with none of the Princess Elia’s delicate beauty."
I can't believe you're so obsessed to the point of seeing posts I don't tag😭. Go use that time to read the books, they're fun.
On a more serious note [tw: rape]:
You are disgusting. Do you know how hard someone has to try to be worse than some ASOIAF men?
‘In Casterly Rock, it was common knowledge that Gregor Clegane had killed Elia and her babe. They said he had raped the princess with her son’s blood and brains still on his hands.’
That’s what you are mocking. I don’t care that she’s a fictional character, what you and your rabble say about her is truly sickening, it’s heartbreaking that you get to vote.
Someone who’s not from her family and cares a lot about what happened is Ned. I’m sorry if his own sister’s death didn’t influence his non-Jon decisions but Elia’s did.
Thus, one of the reasons he gives Cersei the chance to escape is his memory of Elia and her children's bodies presented to Robert and his reaction, you can’t even deny how much it affected him.
‘Ned had named that murder; Robert called it war. When he had protested that the young prince and princess were no more than babes, his new-made king had replied, “I see no babes. Only dragonspawn.” Not even Jon Arryn had been able to calm that storm. Eddard Stark had ridden out that very day in a cold rage [...]’
A few other quotes:
‘Tyrion watched the faces of the Lords Tyrell, Redwyne, and Rowan, wondering if any of the three would be bold enough to say, “But Lord Tywin, wasn’t it you who presented the bodies to Robert, all wrapped up in Lannister cloaks?” None of them did, but it was there on their faces all the same. Redwyne does not give a fig, he thought, but Rowan looks fit to gag.’
"Cersei is frightened of you, my lord … but she has other enemies she fears even more. [...] In Dorne, the Martells still brood on the murder of Princess Elia and her babes.
‘Some nights, Ser Barristan wondered if he had not done that duty too well [...] m. Princess Elia and the children. Aegon just a babe, Rhaenys with her kitten. Dead, everyone, yet he still lived, who had sworn to protect them.’
‘The Dornishmen burn to avenge Elia and her children [...]’
I know you can’t relate but Elia was loved. It wouldn’t matter if ‘only her family’ cared, what happened to her was brutal and nothing changes it. You people just come off as rude, uneducated and ignorant.
Fun fact: the name 'Elia' is mentioned 75 times throughout the series, 'Lyanna' 53 and 'Rhaegar', thanks to Dany, 258
#i'm sorry but i'm going to tag because jon targaryen is GOLD#at this point it's probably just a closeted elia stan trying to make us laugh i swear#elia martell#tw: rape
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beginning of how to ball and aristotle
first chapter of my new series you know how to ball, i know aristotle which is hockey player!cassian and book girly!reader
this is general headcanons and how their love story began <3
-At first, you were a puck bunny.
-And you had zero shame. Hockey players knew how to fuck. And you needed to blow off some steam. You also weren’t a fan of relationships in the slightest.
-You were Cassian’s most trusted hook up, he didn’t show an interest in anyone really until you. To be honest, he was the only one you hooked up with. It felt weird to fuck his teammates too.
-When you realized you were in love with him, you panicked quite a bit. You didn’t fall in love with people. You refused.
-You freaked out enough that you just stopped answering his calls. His texts. He showed up at the house you shared with Feyre, Nesta, Elain, Morrigan, Amren, Viviene, Nuala and Cerridwen. The girls had to keep covering for you.
-Eventually, Rhys and Feyre both confronted you. Rhys had said, “Y/N, he’s so miserable. His team keeps losing because he’s thinking about you constantly. Just hear him out.”
-You knew you were being shitty so you apologized to Rhys for putting him in that position, but then you went to go to Cassian at the apartment he shared with Azriel and Rhys.
-You kind of wanted to die but, you’d do it for him.
-When you knocked, Cassian answered.
-He looked like shit, but he got so happy when he saw you.
“I’m so sorry.” Was what you started with.
“Wanna come in?” He angled the door more open.
You nodded, barely being able to keep your tears at bay.
Once the door shut, you let the first tear fall down.
“Nobody else is home.” Was all Cassian said. “It’s safe to cry now, unless….you don’t want me to see. I can walk away.”
That made you start crying harder.
“I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry.” You hiccuped, “I was so scared and I just, I didn’t know what to do.”
“Could’ve talked to me.”
“I know.” You wiped your cheeks. “But, I was a coward and I ran. Because that’s what I do. Whenever someone shows genuine interest in me, I run because I can predict love stories in books, and I know whatever happens with them, I can still walk away and things won’t affect me.”
You took the tissues he was offering you, “and I’m not used to people actually liking me, like that-”
“Love.”
“What?” You sniffed.
“I love you. I want you to know I’m all in.” He shrugged, as if this conversation was easy. As if it was easy confessing your love to someone.
“You shouldn’t.”
“And why is that?”
“If this past week is anything to go by.” You gestured to the air. “I wouldn’t want to be with me either.”
“I’m willing to work on communication skills. Are you?” He asked, stepping even closer to you.
“You still wanna give me a shot?”
“Would you let me?”
You nodded, more tears falling down. He smiled, “can I hug you? I’m dying here.”
You nodded again, your voice failing you and just letting out a cry. He quickly took you into his arms. God, you missed this. His strong arms wrapping around you, his scent enveloping you.
“I’m sorry.” You whimpered. “I’m going to love you so hard. I’ll communicate everything.”
He let out his own soft chuckle, but you heard the tears in his voice. You two pulled away and rested your foreheads together. “I know it’ll be hard. All I ask is that you work with me.” His own tears fell down.
You nodded, some more tears falling down your face, you wiped his away with your sleeve as gently as possible.
“I still hate it when you cry.” He said, wiping your tears away.
You sniffed, it sounded very gross and snotty. But he still looked at you like you were the most beautiful girl in the world.
-After that, and a lot of talking, you two began officially going out.
-You had sent a text to your shared group chat and that was the announcement. Just to let folks know.
“Hey we worked shit out. We’re together. Don't be weird about it.” Was what you sent.
Meanwhile, Cassian sent a reaction image of someone giggling and kicking their feet.
You heart reacted each others messages.
Rhys responded with, “screenshotting this and displaying it at your wedding.”
Azriel: “she said don’t be weird.”
Feyre: “cuties!! also dw about rhys, he’s a lover of love”
Rhys: “easy to be when you’re my love, Feyre darling. 😘”
Nesta: “🤮. Im too ace for this shit. Congrats y/n and cass. Die rhys.”
After laugh-reacting Nesta’s message, you both turned your phones on mute. Rhys and Nesta loved each other, they just had weird ass ways of showing it.
-Anyway back to the headcanons.
-This man went feral seeing you in his jersey.
-Like after the game, fucked you in the car, with the jersey on.
-His good luck charm is one of your hair ties on his wrist. If he doesn't have it, it’s a bad game. It’s to the point where the coach will contact you if Cassian doesn’t have a hair tie on his wrist.
-He bench-presses you, he says he wants to keep up his strength so he can always pick you up and toss you around
To which you responded with, “you calling me fat?”
He smirked, “I like a woman with thighs babe.”
The audacity of this man.
-He got a penalty for launching at an opposing team member who was making a derogatory comment about your figure.
(Cassian did indeed fuck you so hard you couldn’t walk the next day after that).
-You accidentally became a meme when you went to his practice and just read in the bleachers for the entirety of it.
-But you never missed a game. If it was a home game you were in the audience, if it was an away game you’d text him all your thoughts and watch it live.
-He always went book shopping with you. He even had his own favorite bookstores to go with you too. He wasn’t much of a reader, but you got him on some audiobooks. He did enjoy history so he liked listening to those.
-He’d carry your books around for you, pick out ones he’d like you like. He offers commentary. He loves opening smutty books and reading random passages. Sometimes you’d buy them off of that alone.
-He would always take time off to attend book signings or festivals with you. He loved seeing how excited you got and nervous in the presence of your favorite author.
-You two adored each other with your whole hearts, and one day, Rhys did get to showcase that text screenshot to the guests at your wedding during his best man speech.
#acotar#acofas#acomaf#acowar#acotar x reader#cassian x reader#cassian imagine#cassian acotar#cassian
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Just Once | Taeyong x Reader / Jaehyun x Reader
this was requested !! tysm again ❤️ i hope you like it!!
summary: jaehyun and the reader are dating.. but what happens when taeyong develops a crush?
warnings: cheating (sorry jaehyun 😔), taeyong is a little pervy/kinda subby, smut, unprotected sex (do not do this!!) begging, probably some more but I forgot.
please excuse any spelling errors! thanks and enjoy! 😊
To be fair, Taeyong saw you first. He still remembers the too low top you wore to the bar that showed way too much skin for the middle of winter. Nonetheless, Taeyong was enthralled by you. You were just so gorgeous to him and he swore it was love at first sight. He was trying to psych himself up to go over and talk to you but as soon as he turned around to walk towards you, Jaehyun was already talking to you.
Taeyong already knew his chance was already out the window, and drowned out his sorrows with another drink as he watched both of you from afar. He knew how Jaehyun was, he knew how easy it was for him to pick up girls and you already had a sparkle in your eyes just after a few minutes of talking to him. It was over before it even started.
However, Taeyong also knew his best friend had a habit of dropping girls as quickly as he picked them up, which shouldn’t have given Taeyong as much comfort as it did. At least he would only have to watch this one time.
Wrong.
Per usual the universe held a personal grudge against Taeyong and soon enough Jaehyun would tell him that you two had actually began dating one day at lunch.
“We just really hit it off.” Jaehyun told him “She’s really funny and you already saw how gorgeous she was. I was an idiot if I let her go you know?”
Taeyong hummed, using every bit of strength in him not to throw a fork at Jaehyun’s head. He knew it was stupid to be jealous, to be angry that his best friend had found someone he really liked. But why did it have to be you?
So when Jaehyun started bringing you around their shared apartment more and more, Taeyong was slowly going insane. He couldn’t ignore you or be rude to you. 1. He didn’t have the strength to do so. 2. If he did, it wouldn’t take much for you to figure out he was actually in love with you, he’s read all the books. The only option that made sense was to be your friend. In a weird way it made him feel guilty, he had all these feelings for his best friend’s girlfriend and now he’s trying to be friends with her? He was not a good person.
But all of that didn’t matter once he was with you. Sometimes you would come to the apartment before Jaehyun got home and Taeyong would take the opportunity to talk with you, whether it be about your day or the new show you were watching. Even when Jaehyun came home, you two would still be talking. Thankfully Jaehyun wasn’t particularly jealous, so Taeyong was grateful to still be in your life, even if you weren’t his.
That was until late one night, he got a message from you.
I miss you.
[Image]
Taeyong choked once he opened the message. It was a picture of you. Topless. On his phone. On his screen. Topless. No shirt. Boobs. On his screen. Your boobs. He short circuited. (He also never felt blood rush to his cock so fast.)
What should he say??? You had obviously picked the wrong number, this was definitely meant for Jaehyun. Taeyong felt sick.
Y/N did you check who you were sending this to?
Taeyong replied and threw his phone on his bed, slapping his hands over his face, embarrassed. What was he gonna do now? It was already hard enough pretending he was already thinking about how your tits looked under your shirt when you talked to him about the new cookie recipe you tried. Now he had nothing to imagine! He was so fucked.
Oh my god Taeyong. I’m sorry don’t look!!
Don’t tell Jaehyun he might kill you.
Taeyong chuckled at your response. God you were cute. Nope, he told himself, don’t think about how cute you are.
Trust me I won’t tell him. No worries.
Taeyong sighed as he laid down on his bed, staring up at the ceiling. Perfect. Great, the girl of his dreams just sent him a super hot boob picture and now he has to act like he doesn’t care.
Unless.
No, Taeyong thought, don’t say anything else just pretend it didn’t happen. It’s your best friend’s girlfriend. Taeyong fights with himself, trying to ignore the throbbing in his cock and the nagging feeling he has to say one more thing to you.
Fuck it, he thinks, it won’t do any harm. You can just ignore him.
Taeyong picks up his phone and it feels like he’s typing forever before he sends one message to you.
You’re beautiful btw. Sorry I looked.
-
You stare at the message on your screen. Trying to process what Taeyong has said.
You should be angry right? Your boyfriend’s friend called you beautiful and admitted to looking at a picture of your boobs! That’s bad!
But why does it turn you on? Why do you feel flattered? You should be angry!
After a few minutes of back and forth you realize it doesn’t solve anything to just stare at a screen. You also don’t want this to continue through text, you should confront Taeyong about this! He can’t just say things like that.
So you call him.
After two rings, he picks up. You hear him breathing for a moment before hearing his voice. “Hello?”
“Taeyong?” You say, suddenly unable to think of words.
“Yeah y/n? Are you alright?” Taeyong says. You scoff. “Am I alright?” You repeat.
Silence. Taeyong doesn’t say anything.
“Y/N I’m sorry. Please let’s just forget this happened okay?” Taeyong whispers, like someone would be listening to your call. You don’t reply at first, still processing what to say.
“You think I’m beautiful?” You ask softly, you know it’s wrong but you have to know the answer. This is crazy, but you can’t help it.
Taeyong doesn’t answer you, so you ask again. “Taeyong, do you think I’m beautiful?”
“Why wouldn’t I?” He finally says, and you notice he sounds a little breathless. “Have you looked in a mirror? You’re gorgeous.”
You chuckle once, “Taeyong you know you can’t just say things like that…”
“Why not huh?” He snaps back, “I’m so sick of this” you hear him grumble. You’re a little shocked at his reaction. “Sick of what?”
“Sick of pretending like I don’t think you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. Pretending like I just wanna be your friend. Pretending like I don’t think about you every fucking second of every damn day.” Taeyong confesses.
Without thinking, you hang up the phone. You immediately feel guilty and mean, but you don’t wanna hear anything else. Maybe he’s been drinking or something, he doesn’t know what hes saying. Maybe this is all just a bad dream and you’re gonna wake up tomorrow and everything will be normal.
You don’t know much, but you do know you are never ever no matter what forever ever going to tell Jaehyun about this.
-
“Did you send Taeyong a picture of your boobs?” Jaehyun asks you at lunch the next day.
Motherfucker.
You choke on your water. “What?”
“Taeyong, our friend, my roomate. Your boobs.” Jaehyun says slowly again, looking at you from across the table with a way too calm expression.
You want to crawl into a hole and die so bad right now, but instead you decide to look stupider. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” You deny, looking away from Jaehyun.
“Y/N he showed me the message this morning. It was an accident obviously you don’t have to lie to me.” Jaehyun says, again way too calmly for your liking.
‘Showed me the message’ you replay in your mind. Did Taeyong show him the part where he said you were beautiful? What is wrong with that guy?
You try to process everything in your head while still looking at Jaehyun’s indifferent expression. What the hell is wrong with him too actually? Why isn’t he more upset with you?
“You don’t care?” You ask, “You look like you’re just reading the weather forecast to me. ‘It’s gonna rain today oh and also Taeyong saw your titties.’ Jaehyun smiles at you, “Well no it’s not that I don’t care.” He says.
“But?” You reply.
“But..” Jaehyun sighs “I know you. I know Taeyong. I know our relationship. Taeyong is very honest with me, always has been. He said you sent him the picture accidentally and he deleted it in front of me and thats it.”
Well he didn’t mention the phone call, whether that’s good or bad you don’t know yet. But you do know Jaehyun isn’t angry, which is good.
“I was so embarrassed..” You tell him, “It was meant for you I promise.” Jaehyun smiles softly at you again, “I know and it’s alright. Just try to be more careful yeah? Luckily this time it was Taeyong. If you had sent it to Mark it might’ve killed him.”
You both laugh, and you feel a little weight go off your shoulders. This was just a funny story to tell later, you think, Taeyong didn’t mean what he said.
You decide then and there you won’t think about it anymore.
-
Two weeks have passed since the incident, and Taeyong has not gotten over it. At all.
He feels like a sick loser, he kept the picture you sent rubbing his cock raw to it every night since. Sometimes twice. Or three times. Four. Who’s counting?
God he’s terrible. Jaehyun is one of his best friends and here he is looking at his girlfriend’s boobs.
To make matters worse, Jaehyun wasn’t even angry when Taeyong told him about what happened, he just laughed! Taeyong thought for sure he would get angrier, and when he didn’t he just felt guiltier.
On top of that, now Taeyong had to try even harder to pretend he wasn’t crazy about you. Like right now, at the stupid dinner he stupidly agreed to come to with you and Jaehyun because he didn’t want things to be weird. Which is impossible.
It was disgustingly hard for him not to stare at you. You had a cute little cooking apron on from when you prepared dinner for the three of you. Taeyong only watched your mouth as you and Jaehyun spoke, imagine what it would feel like wrapped around his-
“Taeyong?” Jaehyun’s voice sucked him back to reality, “Did you hear me?”
Taeyong felt his face get hot, embarrassed he shook his head “No I’m sorry. Long day at work I’m kind of out of it.”
“No worries man but unfortunately I just got a big emergency call from work.” Jaehyun said “I hate to cut dinner short but my boss was pretty pissed. You’ll help Y/N clean this up yeah?”
Oh no. Taeyong. Alone. With you. Oh no.
Oh yes.
NO! Bad thoughts bad thoughts!
“Y-yeah.” Taeyong murmured. “Of course.” He smiled softly at you, who nodded.
“Go on Jae.” You said in your sweet voice, making Taeyong already regret everything. “We’ll be here when you get back!”
Taeyong watched Jaehyun give you a kiss goodbye before hastily heading out the front door. Leaving you and him silent at the dining table. You look down at your food, playing with it.
“I’m sorry.” Taeyong blurts out, suddenly feeling hot again. You look up confused “What do you mean?”
“For what happened. And for telling Jaehyun before you.” Taeyong says, standing up quickly to put his plate in the sink. You shook your head “No worries. It was a mistake.” You said firmly. “We can just forget it.”
Taeyong suddenly felt his chest tighten, forget it? He sat down at the table again, this time closer to you. You looked up at him, slightly confused.
“What if..” He began “What if I don’t want to forget it Y/N?” What was he saying?! Taeyong couldn’t stop the words from coming out.
Your brows furrowed, what the hell was he trying to say? “What?” You said, scanning his face for any sign of a joke.
“I said, what if I don’t want to forget?” Taeyong said again, grabbing your hand softly. You froze up, he definitely wasn’t making a joke.
“Taeyong…we can’t. Jaehyun is-”
“Please can I kiss you?” Taeyong cut you off, “Please? I don’t care what Jaehyun will say, I told you that night I’m sick of pretending. Just once, one time please I won’t do anything you don’t want.” The words spilled out, and Taeyong immediately felt guilty. But he couldn’t help himself, he gripped your hand tighter.
“I…What? No!” You said, but you couldn’t pull your hand away. Really, you didn’t want to. But you cared for Jaehyun, this was his best friend.
Taeyong sighed, and dropped your hand. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I should’ve just dropped it, I just…” He trailed off.
You being stupid, couldn’t stop yourself from asking. “You just what?” Suddenly you felt like you had deja vu, this was becoming so reminiscent of that stupid phone call.
Taeyong looked at you, his face stern. Here goes nothing, he thought to himself. “I think I just love you, Y/N.”
You didn’t know what else to say. You could only stare at him.
“Y/N?” Taeyong said after a long time. You weighed out your options in your mind, not sure which direction to go after hearing him basically confess his love for you. What are you supposed to say?
Fuck it, you think.
“Taeyong kiss me.” You say, grabbing his hand again. Taeyong looks at you confused for a moment, before gripping your hand tightly and pulling you close to him.
And you’re kissing him. He’s kissing you. This is so fucked up. You’re kissing you’re boyfriends best friend, and you really like it. This is bad.
But also so good.
Taeyong pulls away from you face and leans down to kiss your neck softly. “Please let me taste you.” He says in your ear, making you gasp.
“Not here.” You reply, you feel your conscience scream at you to say no, but no feeling compares to that of Taeyong on your neck. “Your room.” You tell him.
Taeyong grins and scoops you up making you yelp, before carrying you to his room.
Taeyong’s room was dark, cozy pretty similar to Jaehyun’s you thought as he carried you in.
Jaehyun.. You feel your chest ache a little. You feel guilty, but being with Taeyong right now feels..almost perfect.
Your pulled out of your thoughts as Taeyong sits on his bed with you in his lap.
“Can I take this off?” He murmurs against your ear, gripping the hem of your dress. You nod, to which he replies by nearly tearing your dress off, leaving you in your underwear. You gasp, and Taeyong smiles at you. “Sorry I got a little carried away.” Before you can respond, he lays you down and stands up to remove his own shirt.
“Are you sure you’re still okay with this?” Taeyong asks you again, grabbing your ankles, hesitating.
“Yes..Don’t worry.” You reply, sitting up on your elbows to grab his hands and pull him in for another kiss.
He whimpers into your kiss, feverishly grabbing at the straps of your bra. “Please, let me take this off of you. And tell me if you’re ever uncomfortable please.”
You nod again, gasping as he practically scratches to get your bra off. Immediately he starts kissing down your bare chest, making you giggle. Immediately he takes one of your nipples in his mouth and nibbles softly. “Oh god.” You moan, grabbing his hair which makes him whimper below.
Taeyong continues his minstrations on your chest, all the while making you wetter as every time you would pull on his hair he whimpered, before pulling away to look at you.
His big black eyes were blown out with lust and he looked at you with so much love you thought it was cute, which felt almost wrong in the moment.
“I fucking love your tits baby. So perfect…”He mumbles, pushing your shoulders to have you lay flat on you back before going to raise your legs up and lean down in between them.
“I bet your pussy’s better huh..” Taeyong says, hooking his fingers into your waistband and pulling them down your legs and throwing them into a corner of the room. You start to feel self conscious as he stares down at you, but the feelings quickly subsides when you feel his fingers rub between your folds, making you gasp.
“Aw you got so wet for me…Just for me right?” Taeyong asks, slowly rubbing your clit making you whine underneath him. You take note of the possesive tone in his voice and decide thats an issue to tackle later as you nod, unable to speak with how perfect his fingers feel on you.
Taeyong smiles at you before finally diving down to kitten lick your folds, holding your thighs close to his face to feel all of you around him. You whine and pull on his hair again, making him moan into your messy cunt.
Everything feels like too much yet not enough, Taeyong eats you messily, and his iron grip in your prevents you from doing anything but grip his hair tigheter. All the while he’s moaning underneath you, and you start to wonder who’s louder..
“Taeyong.. cum. M’gonna cum.” You whisper, pulling up on his hair to grab his attention. (Literally.) Taeyong responds by fully sucking on your clit, and you feel the knot in your stomach burn before you immediately feel yourself come undone with a shout.
Taeyong pulls away from you, and you open your eyes to see his face wet with your arousal, and a drunken look on his face.
“That was hot, your pussy’s so gorgeous honey.” Taeyong says, making you giggle. You sit up to pull him in for another kiss, climbing into his lap, which you notice is soaked.
“Did you cum?” You ask, to which Taeyong turns his face away from you, redder than a fire hydrant.
“You just..you make me crazy Y/N.” Taeyong mutters, kissing your face and going down to nibble your neck. “Any man who’s ever been lucky enough to taste you should be busting in his pants like me.”
You laugh at his comment, wrapping your arms around his naked torso to kiss his cheek. “Well that’s flattering, but you’re not quitting on me yet right?”
“As long as you ride me.” Taeyong replies, making you pause. Jaehyun never had you ride him before, always wanting to be in control of the bedroom. You knew it wasn’t that big of a deal, but with Taeyong..it felt like it was.
“Okay.” You reply, pushing his shoulders down as he quickly takes off his pants.
Taeyongs cock stands tall, harder than ever even though he just came a few minutes ago. You notice he’s a little thicker and longer than Jaehyun, which makes you clench as you hover over him. Taeyongs hands hold your hips as you slowly sink down, holding back a moan at the feeling of your hot cunt.
You realize too late you both forgot a condom, oh well. You never wore one with Jaehyun either, your birth control took care of that anyway. It’s not like he’d notice..right?
You’re pushed out of your thoughts by the feeling of Taeyong’s entire cock in you, and hearing him moan below you to move. He almost feels too perfect in you, hitting every spot that makes you crazy. You bounce on his cock with a vengeance.
“Fuck, you’re so perfect.” Taeyong murmurs under you, hands on you tightly. “Wish I could feel this all day, I’d do whatever you want baby all the time.”
“Yeah?” You find yourself asking, grinding down on him. Taeyong whimpers, hands moving up to pull your chest down closer to him, feeling his breath on your tits, making the angle his cock entering adjust perfectly. “Yeah whatever you want. Just wanna be your toy baby.” He rasps, hands going to grip your ass cheek making you moan.
“Fuck Taeyong…” You whisper. He’s too much. This is too much. Its so perfect its too much, you don’t even care if Jaehyun finds out or dumps you or calls you a cheating whore liar. All your morale flew out the window already anyway.
“Can I cum baby please?” Taeyong asks you, almost whining, his hips bucking up. “Let me fill up your pretty pussy baby please I’ll be so good for you.” Hes rambling now, making you clench even harder around him. You’ve never felt this in control before, sure with Jaehyun being more laid back and letting him take control was fun but this was a different level of hot.
But you had a mean streak in you too.
“What would Jaehyun say huh?” You ask, making Taeyong’s eyes snap open. “What if he sees your cum leaking out of me later?”
Taeyong shakes his head “Baby please he won’t I’ll clean you up with my tongue after just please.” His hips buck up harder, you yelp as the tip of his cock kisses your cervix.
“I don’t know yongie..” You mumble, feeling his hips stutter at your new nickname for him.
“Please honey, just this once for our only time.” He’s totally whining now, hands gripping at your hips, your ass, your tits, like he’s trying to ground himself. “Let me fill you up this once baby please.”
You may have a mean streak, but nothing can make you say no to Taeyongs whines, and the fact that you’re worried he’s gonna break a hip with how quickly he’s bucking into you. You finally nod, locking your legs around his torso and grinding down on him slowly.
Taeyong cums almost immediately with a moan, and you feel his cock spurt thick ropes in you, making you whine as you fully lay down on top of him after pulling yourself off, feeling his and yours fluids leak out of you.
“You needa come too.” Taeyong whispers, and before you can tell him you’re fine you feel him shove three fingers deep in your cunt, fingering you one of the quickest orgasms of your life.
He pulls out almost as fast as he entered, shoving his fingers into his mouth as his other hand strokes your hair.
The guilt can come later, you think. Listening to Taeyong’s heartbeat relaxes you. You just want to be present in the moment.
“This isn’t the last time” You say, looking up at Taeyong. “We can say that, but it’s not the last time.”
Taeyong only smiles cheekily at you before saying “Yeah. I know.”
#nct smut#nct 127#nct#nct x reader#nct imagines#nct scenarios#drxmxss writes#taeyong#lee taeyong#taeyong smut#taeyong x reader#taeyong x you
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I saw you were doing requests and I was thinking of a scenario with covert hypnosis but the reader catches on quickly and does their best to resist/escape. I want to fight for my will against the inevitable. If not tho that's cool :)
Hi anon! Here’s something just for all you who love a good struggle…
“Excuse me, do you have a moment?”
The crowded sidewalk didn’t leave much room for you to figure out who had called out, until someone approached you with a clipboard.
You registered they were petitioning or raising money or something and your social anxiety took over.
“Sorry, I’m in a rush.” You said, avoiding eye contact.
“This will only take a second.” They added, as they always do, but you faltered as you noticed no one had signed whatever sheet they had.
And it was three on a Saturday. The heat bore down from the afternoon sun.
Pity.
So, reluctantly, you turned to them, nodding for them to continue.
A surprised smile was on their face.
“R-right. I’m going to read you a passage of a book, and by the end of it could you answer some questions?”
“Okay.”
“Great!” They flipped over their paper and began reading in a much lower tone than they’d previously been speaking in.
“The cave was dark. Deep. Never-ending. She stared and stared but could never find the bottom, no matter how far she looked. But that wouldn’t stop her. She wanted to. Needed to look deeper…”
The slow, winding tone of their voice clued you in. How the voices began to fade away from the busy street around you.
You shook yourself.
Ah.
So that was the game, hmm?
You fiddled with your nails to show your disinterest. How unfazed you were.
Ignoring the growing warmth within you.
They continued.
“She unknowingly was walking into a nest. A creature was watching, waiting. Calling to its prey. She felt compelled to continue. Walking in an almost dream.”
“Are you done yet?” You said, batting your eyelids innocently. They felt heavier, but nothing to worry about.
They licked their teeth and put on a false smile.
“I guess you really are in a hurry, aren’t you? Don’t worry. It’ll be over soon…”
They found their place on the page once more.
“How long had the creature been trapped in that cage with no one to gaze upon its mesmerising features? 10 years? No, 9. 8? 7…” they paused, looking up at you.
Feeling slightly fuzzy from the counting, you picked this moment to start walking away.
Better luck next time.
“H-hey! Wait up!”
Your movements were clumsier than usual, but freedom was just a few steps away if you could lose them…
They followed you through the weaving crowd, still reading to you.
“She was helpless. Walking in circles. Resistance was futile. Her feet felt like lead. The floor of the cave grew muddy. Sticky. Weighing her movements down. She was slowing. Her mind. Her thoughts, slowing.”
You ignored them, pushing through, mumbling half apologies to those you moved past.
They felt faster than you. Lighter than you.
Get out of my head, you thought.
“That’s it, the creature cooed to her. Stay with me. Go on. Give up your fight and stay here forever. Listen to my words. Let them seep into your mind.”
You half faltered, turning and seeing them smile at you.
“N-no. No she didn’t. She made it out of the cave…” you said looking deep into their eyes.
You couldn’t see the sun. You were no longer outside. You were in the deepest, darkest, cave.
The creature stared back from the darkness and spoke.
“Perhaps. But, even if she did, would she ever really stop thinking about what she could’ve had with the creature…?”
You dropped.
#I hope you enjoy!!#hypnok1nk#hypnosis#mind control#brainwashing#hypnotized#mindfuck#watcher answers#watcher writes#watcher’s stories
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Wille's Month - Music (Room)
day 29 ! @youngroyals-events
Ex-Prince Wilhelm, hoping to escape the turmoil following the end of the monarchy, enrolls in university in New York City. He meets fourth-year music student Simon Eriksson in a music room on campus. AU.
read below the cut or on ao3. (T, 2k)
It’s a random Monday afternoon in September when he first meets him. Well, first sees him.
Wille has been taking advantage of the rentable music rooms on Columbia’s campus, despite not technically being a music student. One day, enjoying the general listlessness of his new life in New York, no path, no expectations, he’s playing a tune on the piano that he still somehow remembers from his childhood. He must have gotten carried away, distracted by the music, because he jumps out of his skin when someone bursts through the thick, sound-proofed door.
“Listen, I just made it to the practice rooms so,” a voice is saying in– Is that Swedish? Wille turns around in surprise as the intruder halts, quickly ending his phone call and dropping his hand to hang loosely by his side. He switches to halting English to say, “Oh, sorry, I thought I had—”
Ever used to it, Wille notices the exact moment the recognition flooded the other’s face. He braces himself, feeling a bit sick because he hasn’t been recognized yet in New York, which has been a welcome change of pace, and also because this man is the most beautiful person Wille has ever seen.
This time, the stranger doesn’t bother switching to English to say, “Aren’t you—?”
He stands up abruptly, saying “I– Just, just Wilhelm,” then gives a curt nod and starts frantically collecting his things. Hesitating for a moment, he cools his expression, trying not to stare too hard at the man’s smooth skin and silky curls. “Forgive me, I must have lost track of time. I didn’t realize anyone had booked this after me. I’ll get out of your way.”
In a matter of seconds, he’s slipping out of the room, ignoring the warmth when his arm lightly brushes the stranger’s as he passes, and fleeing down the hallway.
Feeling guilty, he thinks about it the rest of the week, hoping he’ll run into the pretty man with the brown eyes and brown curls again so he can apologize. He’s back in the music room on Wednesday at the same time and he stays a few minutes after, but no one else arrives.
On Friday, he does the same, pacing the room as the last few minutes of his reserved time tick over. Just like Monday, the same man bursts through the door, looking slightly ruffled.
“Oh.” The man stands in the doorway again, awkwardly staring.
Wille comes to a stop next to the piano.
“Hej.”
“Uh,” the stranger glances over his shoulder, like he expects to find someone else standing there. “Hej.”
“I’m sorry, I was rude last time. I didn’t expect to—” He shakes his head and steps forward, extending a hand. “I’m Wilhelm.”
The man stares down at his hand for a moment, looking shocked, before slowly extending his hand.
“Simon,” he says, brown eyes boring into Wille’s. Wille tries not to think about how well Simon’s hand fits in his. Thankfully, he’s distracted by the other man saying, “You were kind of a dick.”
“Simon,” Wilhelm repeats, feeling both a slight grimace and an embarrassed flush rise on his face. “I am really sorry.”
Simon shrugs and his perfect mouth curls into a smirk. Wille’s shoulders sag a bit at the realization that Simon might be fucking with him just a little bit. That, he can deal with.
“I was hoping to run into you again,” he says earnestly, hoping to make up for his lack of manners earlier that week. “It’s nice to meet you. You… You speak Swedish?”
“I am Swedish,” Simon deadpans. Wilhelm’s cheeks blush pink again. “Half, at least. I was born there. We moved away when I was, like, 13.”
Wilhelm nods understandingly. At that moment, they both seem to realize that they’re still shaking hands. They drop each other's hands quickly, chuckling awkwardly. Wille feels the blush on his cheeks darken further, but he sees a slight pinkness appear on Simon’s cheeks, too, and feels a bit better.
“I have to admit, you caught me off guard.” Wille folds his hands behind his back and rocks a bit on his feet. “Most people here either don’t know who I am or don’t care.”
“Oh, I don’t care,” Simon says nonchalantly. Wille lets out a surprised laugh. “I just mean— I never really cared about the monarchy, you know. I thought it was a stupid waste of taxpayers’ money and upheld harmful traditions of the elitist class. I mean, I lived in a small town with a fancy rich-kid school. They all assumed the absolute worst of me and just solidified my theory that the upper class sees those below them as ‘less than’. The monarchy really only encouraged that mindset, I think. Rich people helping other rich people get more rich, perpetuating the gap. I wasn’t living in Sweden when the vote happened, but I would’ve voted for the end of it. Thankfully they didn’t need my vote, anyway, but—”
Trying to school his expression into something that hopefully doesn’t say I want to kiss you so badly right now – one, because that’s inappropriate and two, because they’ve quite literally just met – Wille pulls his bottom lip into his mouth and bites on it, hard.
The other man looks sheepish by the time he cuts off his own rant, then blushes and looks down at his feet. “Sorry, I just…” He trails off and Wille grins.
“It’s okay. You’re right. It was a harmful system. The vote passed for a reason.”
Simon tilts his head to the side, considering Wilhelm, which, is fair. Most don’t expect him to be staunchly against the institution that he was a part of for most of his life.
“What are you doing here?” Simon asks.
“Uh,” Wille glances behind him at the piano. “Practicing?”
The pretty man waves his hands, “No, here, in New York. But, yes, I suppose also why are you in the Columbia practice rooms?”
“Oh. I’m a student here. I wanted to escape Sweden for a bit after… everything. My, um,” Wille pauses, twisting his fingers together, “My brother and I always talked about taking a trip here when I turned 18, too. So… Here I am.”
A silence fills the room and Wille is grateful when Simon diverts the topic.
“Are you focusing on music then? What are you working on?” Simon rounds the room to look at the papers propped up on the piano. Wille feels suddenly embarrassed by the music sheets that are just messy scratches of black ink.
“It’s not really—“ Wilhelm rushes forward, collecting the sheets and shuffling them together. “I’m registered for sociology, but I haven’t really decided on a focus yet. This – the piano – is more of a… hobby. It was a hobby. I’m not really sure how I feel about it.” There’s another long pause and Wille blushes more, holding the papers to his chest. He looks down at his feet. “I wasn’t really allowed a lot of hobbies growing up, but music classes were required so I figured…”
“Right, that makes sense,” Simon says gently. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to overstep.”
“No!” Wille bursts out, nearly dropping the sheets in the process, eager to reassure the other. “No, no. It’s okay. I’m just not very good so I…” He releases the music from his tight grip and shuffles them in front of himself, frowning slightly at the scribbles.
“I could,” Simon begins slowly, “take a look, if you want? This is kind of my whole degree. No pressure.”
Wille looks between the black ink and Simon’s face, chewing on his bottom lip again. Reluctantly, he slowly returns the paper to the music shelf. “I mean, if you don’t mind. I don’t want to steal your reserved time.”
Waving him off again, Simon slides onto the bench and begins to sort through the notes. “It’s fine. No one has this room booked after me so I can stay later. Like I said, it’s literally why I’m here.”
Simon looks up at Wille hovering over him and Wille looks down, thinking, oh fuck this is going to be a big problem isn’t it?
Before he can doubt himself any further, Simon says, “Show me how it goes so far?”
That entire weekend, this time not out of guilt but out of fascination, he thinks about Simon. He can’t help it. The beautiful man with his beautiful laugh, his snarky remarks and complete disregard for Wille’s past is the perfect storm for Wille immediately falling head over heels.
On Monday, he lingers awkwardly in the music room, praying Simon will show up. He does, much to Wille’s delight, and brushes past any lingering unease, offering to show Wille the production program he’s been learning about in class. Simon is very smart and a very good teacher, easily moving through the parts of the program and kindly explaining them to Wille without complication.
Apparently the program is rather large, because after only about ten minutes, Simon’s laptop slips into buffering mode. He frustratedly smacks the side.
“God, this dumb laptop,” Simon groans, tossing his head back. Wille does not look at the long, lean line of his neck.
Wille smiles at the dramatics, and says, politely, “I don't think hitting it will encourage it to work, Simon.”
Simon groans again and sends a scowl at him. “You don’t know what my computer likes.”
“I can’t imagine it likes being jostled around like that.”
Simon rolls his eyes and Wille laughs.
“Why don’t you leave it alone for a bit and let it work itself out?” he suggests, wanting to reach out to comfortingly pat Simon’s shoulder but not knowing if they’re to that point, yet. “We can do something else?”
Shrugging, Simon puts the laptop down on the piano and folds his arms, glaring at it like he’s willing it to work.
Motivated by the rapport they’ve established, and itching to learn more about Simon, Wille asks, “Do you like it here?” He’s embarrased by how shy and timid his own voice sounds.
Simon turns to him and studies his face.
“Do you like it here?”
Wille holds eye contact for as long as he can, before looking away to stare at his shoes. There’s something about Simon’s stare that pierces his soul and completely disarms him.
“Yeah.” It sounds a bit like a question, which it kind of is, because he’s unsure if he’s telling the truth but also doesn’t know if he’s lying. He steels himself enough to look back up to meet Simon’s eyes.
New York has been fine, a nice change of pace at the very least, but he’s still lonely. A different type of lonely, but no matter how far he flees, his brother is still dead and the monarchy is still gone and he still has no idea what his future was going to look like. (Now, though, for the first time in a long time, thanks to brown eyes and a blinding smile, he has some idea of what he might want it to look like.)
“What did you want to be?” Simon blurts, startling Wille out of his musings. “Before this. When you were a kid. Before you were… a prince. Before you weren’t anymore.”
Wille smiles slightly. “An astronaut.”
“Really?” Simon sounds surprised.
“Yes,” Wille frowns. “What’s wrong with astronaut?”
Simon shrugs. “Cliche.”
“Oh, alright,” Wilhelm quips sassily, and enjoys the amused look that arrives on Simon’s face. “What did you want to be, then, if my answer is no good?”
“A fish.”
Wille’s mouth drops open. He closes it, then opens it again but can’t seem to make any sound come out.
“Yes, exactly like that!” Simon grins widely, pointing at Wille. This makes Wille splutter, which makes Simon burst into laughter.
“That’s not– You can’t be a fish, Simon,” he gasps incredulously.
Simon continues to giggle. “Why not?”
“It’s not possible!”
“Oh and you becoming an astronaut is possible?”
“Hey, if I wanted to I could. You are a human person. You cannot be a fish.”
“Well, that’s what I wanted to be. You asked.”
Thirty minutes later, their booked time in the music room is up and Wille realizes Simon’s laptop has stopped buffering. He’s not sure how long it’s been done, he’d been too busy laughing and joking with Simon. He’s also not sure how long it’s been since he laughed like this. It feels really, really nice. Comfortable. He books the same time slot for Wednesday as they bid their goodbyes.
#another au! who's shocked#been working on this lil guy for months#music room redemption! let's go#willemonth2024#yr fic#young royals#wilmon#simon eriksson#wille eriksson#yr fanfic
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Bleeding Heart [six]
warnings! tooth rotting fluff cause i wanna, mentions of stalking, mention of a gun for like 2 sentences at the very beginning (it isn't used and no one is hurt)
one, two, three, four, five
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...one week later
Banging at his door made Jason jump, setting his well-loved book to the side and reaching for the .45 taped to the bottom of the coffee table. It was one of many he had hidden throughout his apartment, a safety hazard, he claimed.
“Jason!” A familiar voice called through the door. “Sorry to bother you but it’s important!”
He was up in an instant, forgetting the gun, and scrambling to get to the door. As soon as his hand was on the handle, he almost ripped the door off its hinges.
“Hey,” he said, breathless, praying she didn’t hear him almost trip over his discarded boots to get to the door as quickly as possible.
Shit.
He cleared his throat. “Everything okay?”
Everything was most definitely not okay.
Leia’s hair was messily pulled away from her face, her eyes were wide and quickly becoming glassy, her hands wrung themselves out as she looked up at him.
His mind drifted as she rambled on, he caught every other word, but not the full thing. How could he when tears were collecting in her eyes, a silent plea as her lips trembled slightly. He wondered if she would look at him the same way as he –
“So can you come over?”
“What?” His ears were on fire, they had to be.
“Can you watch Cal for a few hours? I didn’t plan on getting called in today, people just didn’t show up. I promise it won’t be long, I’ll get back as soon as I can. I just –”
“I don’t mind.” Jason interrupted her, shoving down any and all thoughts that were less than appropriate for the situation at hand.
Maybe one day – no.
The woman in front of him visibly deflated, shoulders sagging. She leaned against his doorframe, looking up at him again with her pretty smile.
“You’re a lifesaver.”
Jason’s heart skipped and he smiled down at her, heart feeling like it could burst. “Anytime, sweetheart.”
Her mouth opened and closed and she cleared her throat, neither of which Jason missed, a smug sense of pride filling him. “I’ve already got dinner made, feel free to have some. Just…please make sure Cal doesn’t hurt himself.”
Jason hummed, nodding. Easy enough.
Leia pushed off the door frame and walked toward her apartment. He snatched up his keys and locked his door before following her.
“I really can’t thank you enough for this.”
“It’s not a problem. Callum’s a good kid and you need help.”
“You promise? What about your night shift you were telling me about a few days ago? The one that got you that bruise?”
Jason stiffened for a second. It was a half-truth he’d told her when she saw the large bruise on his cheek bone. With his quick healing (thank you Lazarus Pit), he hoped it would be gone by the time it was time to pick up Callum from the bus stop, but Leia had been off work that day and spotted him leaving in his civilian clothes as she came back from dropping Callum off. She had told Jason to stay put and she ran into her apartment and came back with frozen peas wrapped in a hand towel. She had offered it to him without a second thought and he took it, exhausted and sore from the night prior. Maybe it was because it came from her, maybe he was in more pain than he thought, but he sighed in relief when the pain evaporated.
“You have to take care of yourself.” She had said, hands on her hips, scolding him. He wondered if she would say the same thing to him if he came home to her every night, if she would take care of him into the early hours of the morning like she had when he’d accidentally stumbled into her room. “How did you get that anyway?”
“I’m a bouncer.” He’d blurted out the first thing that came to mind. To his surprise, Leia just nodded in understanding.
“Makes sense.” She shrugged then grinned teasingly at him. “Bet the other guy looks worse, huh?”
Jason had laughed, peas still pressed to his cheek. It had hurt to smile, but it was worth it.
“Jay? You coming?”
His heart caught in his throat at the nickname. It wasn’t the first time she’d called him that and he prayed it wouldn’t be the last.
“Of course, sweetheart.” A cheesy grin plastered on his face, wondering if she’d call him on the nicknames. She didn’t. She shifted on her feet again, holding the door open for him so he could walk in behind her.
He glanced around, taking in the space. Most of the walls seemed bare with a few boxes stacked in the corner. The walls that were decorated were full of photos of the small family, much like Leia’s room, and two large shelves that housed a few trinkets and books with worn spines. The remnants of Leia’s cooking hang in the air along with the faint scent of her perfume he’d come to adore.
The overall layout was similar to his apartment if not smaller which made him feel incredibly guilty. There were a few stuffed animals and toys scattered across the floor, a coat hanging over one of the chairs at the small table, and a few dishes in the sink, proof of Leia’s hard work.
The soft padding of feet brought him back to reality as he closed the door behind him,
“Mr. Jason!”
A little body collided with his legs, small arms wrapping around him.
“Callum, honey, lets not overwhelm–”
“It’s okay,” he waved her off and shut the door behind him then crouched in front of the boy who grinned and waved. “Hey, little man. Mama has to go to work, so why don’t you give her a hug before she has to head out?”
Callum spun on his heel and hugged his mother who was smiling fondly at the two. Jason had never seen that smile before. A type of melancholy sweetness he’d never thought existed until now. She picked Callum up, hugging him close and kissed his nose. The boy giggled and wrapped his small arms around her neck.
It was so domestic, a life Jason thought died in the warehouse. A normalcy that he would never be able to grasp. Now, he watched it stand in front of him and giggle at each other.
“Go get your stuff and head out. I’ve got this one.” He risked reaching out and gently squeezed her arm, her skin warm and soft under his calloused hands. She let him and nodded, pressing one more kiss on Callum’s head before sitting him down.
“You be good for Jason, okay?” Leia held out her pinky finger, a faux serious look on her face.
“Pinky promise!” Callum wrapped his much smaller pinky around his mother’s and shook it side to side.
Leia nodded then gestured toward the kitchen counter where a dish was covered in plastic wrap. “Sorry about the mess, but feel free to have as much as you want.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
She chuckled and shook her head before walking toward what he assumed was her bedroom.
Callum took Jason’s hand (the boy’s hands were only able to grab two of his fingers) and tugged him toward the couch where a plethora of legos were scattered across the worn rug. Most times, Jason had no clue how to act around kids, but after the short walks and small meets in the hallway, it became as easy as breathing.
“What are you working on?” Jason sat on the couch, leaning forward to peer down at the small lego pieces (and make himself not look as intimidating, not that that ever mattered to Callum).
“It’s Star Wars.” Callum responded. “Can you help me do the…” he pointed at the small booklet with the instructions.
Jason chuckled, picking up the small booklet. “Was Mama helping you?”
Callum nodded, picking up two pieces and fiddling with them. “Yeah, but her phone told her she had to go to work…I don’t want her to go.”
“She’ll be back before you wake up tomorrow.” Jason tried to assure the kid.
Leia watched the two from around the corner, heart warming at the sight before her phone went off again, bringing the boy's attention over to her. She texted back, saying she was headed that way and walked over to stand beside Jason, placing a hand on his arm. Electricity shot up his arm from her palm.
“Love you, Mama!” Callum waved.
“I love you too, baby.” She turned to Jason. “Bed time is in an hour. I put his pajamas on his bed, Callum knows his routine. If something happens, you have my number.”
Jason nodded once. If she was paying more attention, Leia would have noticed how he looked at her, the silhouettes of hearts dancing around his dilated pupils.
“Have fun!” He called over as she left, her responding laugh music to his ears.
“Be good you two!”
And just like that, she shut the door behind her, her quick footsteps fading down the hall. When he could no longer hear her, Jason turned back to Callum who was fiddling with the corner of the rug, frowning as he looked at the shut door.
“Why don’t we see how much of this we can get done, yeah?” Jason tapped Callum’s head with the instructions.
The boy’s face changed immediately, grinning widely as Jason pointed out the next few steps, handing him the small pieces he needed. This went on for a while, Jason moving to sit on the floor crisscross so he could reach all the pieces easier. Honestly, it was harder than it looked. With Jason’s bigger hands it was harder to maneuver some of the pieces correctly and more than once Jason thought about throwing the instructions out the window but decided that wasn’t setting a good example for Callum.
The incessant ringing of Jason's phone broke the moment and he frowned, rolling his eyes at the name that appeared and declined it.
They'd be fine without him for one night. Plus, Jason deserved a night off.
The ringing picked up again and Jason groaned, grabbing his phone and standing.
"Sorry, kid, this guy is gonna bother me till I answer. I'll be right back."
Callum nodded; face scrunched up as he focused on finding the pieces for his portion of the step.
Jason walked over to the kitchen, answering the call with gritted teeth.
"What?"
"Where are you? We've been waiting here for an hour!" Tim, Red Robin at the moment, hissed through the speaker.
"Busy tonight. You'll be fine." Jason replied, pinching the bridge of his nose.
The one night everything was going well for him. Out of all the nights these fuckers could've borrowed him it was tonight.
"And you didn't think to tell anyone?" Tim replied, probably rolling his eyes on the other end. Jason faintly heard Damian's chattering in the background getting progressively louder.
"It's none of your business what I'm doing," Jason replied, leaning against the counter, frowning at the floor. He could feel the start of a headache building in his temples.
“I found the gray one!” Callum cheered, holding up a single gray piece they’d been looking for for the past five minutes.
“Good job, kid.” Jason chuckled, watching him connect the pieces.
"Who was that?"
Jason ended the call, tossing his phone onto the counter. He sighed, his eyes catching a painting in the corner of his vision, and he froze.
Slowly, he turned, finding a crude painting of three people. He easily recognized himself, a smile painted on the face of his character. Next to him, Callum, much shorter and then on Callum's other side was Leia, dark hair framing yet another smiling face.
Despite how it was obviously made by the young boy not paying much attention to Jason's stiff, barely breathing form.
When he finally broke out of his stupor his fingers grazed over the painting, scarred fingertips reaching to grasp the normalcy of a child's drawing.
"You draw this, kid?" Jason called over, swallowing the swell of emotions
Callum scrambled over, peering up at the painting on the fridge and grinning. "Yep!" Then, he glanced at Jason's phone and his smile wavered, and sad eyes peered up at Jason. "Are you going too?"
"No." Jason said immediately, shaking his head. "Just my...uh...brother."
How could he? Especially now, after seeing the painting Callum made. The kid painted himself, his mother and Jason. Most would just glance over the paper, finding it cute and moving on, but Jason couldn't. It was something he never knew he wanted. He hadn't thought this would ever be an option in this second chance life of his. To have a child draw you in a place of care was something Jason had yet to experience and now that he had, he didn't know if he could ever let this feeling go.
"You have a brother?" The kid gasped, bouncing on the balls of his feet. "What's that like? I told Mama once that I wanted a sibling, but she said not right now. I heard it's like having a best friend."
Jason bit back any remark about his rather...rocky relationship with his brothers and instead smiled and ruffled Callum's hair.
"It is pretty fun most of the time. Now, let's keep workin', yeah?"
"Yeah!" Callum cheered, going back over to his spot, sitting crisscross on the rug.
Jason chuckled and looked over at the painting one more time, ingraining it in his mind, memorizing the beady eyes and wobbly smiles, the reds, blues, and yellows of their shirts, the sky, and the sun. A beautiful ideal of everything Jason had ever wanted, but never thought he could grasp.
He shook his head and moved to sit down too, careful to not step on the small Lego pieces scattered across the floor.
As they continued, Callum quizzed Jason: what’s your favorite color, who’s your favorite hero (his was Flash which made Jason laugh), what do you do for fun. Jason was as honest as he could be, leaving out a particular violent hobby that originally let him meet the boy’s mother.
“Mama likes reading too,” Callum pointed to the large bookshelves. “She used to read a lot while Auntie Matilda painted.”
“Auntie?” Jason paused putting together the pieces.
“Yeah, she went away after the crash. Mama says she’s in a better place, but we can’t see her anymore.” Callum teared up then, looking toward a picture on the wall depicting another woman with blue and pink hair split down the middle. She was beside Leia who was holding what he assumed was baby Callum wrapped in a green blanket.
Callum sniffled, rubbing at his eyes.
“Hey,” Jason suddenly felt guilty, scrambling to stop Callum from crying. He’d never seen the kid cry so seeing the tears falling down his small face made him panic. “Your mom was right, y’know?”
Callum looked up, bottom lip trembling. “But I miss her.”
“I know, bud. But you’ll be okay. She wouldn’t want you to be sad, right?”
The boy sniffled again then leaned his head on Jason’s arm and he went stiff, not sure how to proceed. He didn’t mind that the boy’s tears stained his shirt, no, he could care less.
“Thank you, Mr. Jason.”
“Anytime, kid. Why don’t you go get ready for bed?”
Callum whined and gripped Jason’s shirt.
“Can I not stay up a little longer? Please?”
“Nice try, but you know what your mom said and I don’t think she’d be too happy to find you awake when she gets back.” If Leia hadn’t given him strict instructions, he would’ve bent to the kid’s will immediately, but the last thing he wanted to do was test Leia’s trust in him that tonight showed. He wanted to prove that she could rely on him.
Callum groaned dramatically but relented and got up, going to his room. Jason kept his ears peeled for any sign of Callum getting hurt. While listening, he cleaned up the legos, putting their half finished project on the coffee table and putting the small pieces back in their bags then into the box.
“Mr. Jason!”
Callum’s shout made Jason rush toward the boy’s room.
“Everything alright?” He looked into the room, quickly scanning for intruders then Callum for injuries. Instead, he found Callum sitting in bed, grinning up at him.
“Can you tuck me in? Mama always does it.”
Jason sighed heavily, shoulders sagging just a little. “Sure, little man. And you can just call me Jason.” He winked at Callum who giggled as Jason pulled the baby blue covers over the pajama clad boy.
“Okay! Good night, Jason.”
“Night, kid. I’ll be here till your mom gets home, yeah?”
Callum nodded, yawning and snuggling further into his blankets that Jason had just tucked him into per the kid’s request. Jason was honestly a little surprised the boy went down so easily, having heard about how kids his age were little monsters but Callum was the furthest from it. Sure, he had his moments, but he was a child so that was expected. He credited it to Leia’s parenting.
Jason walked out, closing the door softly behind him. The temptation to wander into the room adjacent to Callum’s was beyond strong. It tugged at his conscience, what he knew would be a direct violation of her trust…but it was right there.
Before he could give in, he walked into the living room, curiously picking up a book that was on the corner of the couch. There was a bookmark made from a receipt from a local coffee shop that Jason took note of. It was halfway finished, not Jason’s usual pick, a fantasy novel judging by the cover, but he was desperate to have something in common with her. To be able to talk about this book whether Leia enjoyed it, her favorite character, chapter, anything.
He sat there for two more hours, keeping his ears peeled for Callum, but it was otherwise peaceful, calm. The silence was different from his lonely apartment. Their place was whole, warm and inviting while his was bare as bones, the home of a ghost. He clung to this feeling, hearing the shuffling of feet outside the door, he tucked the book back where it was, having gotten a little past Leia’s bookmark.
He stood, hearing the door creak open. And there she was, exhausted, but beautiful as ever. He walked over, footsteps light but enough shuffle so she could hear him approach.
“It’s me,” Leia called in softly, shutting the door behind her. She kicked off her shoes and tossed her bag to the side, smiling sleepily at him with her eyes half closed and hair messy.
“Hi,” he said, peering down at her. “Callum is asleep.”
“Thank you, really, it means a lot. You’ve done so much for us these past few weeks, I can’t tell you how much I appreciate you.”
Her confession made his heart soar, but was overtaken by confusion when she pulled out her wallet, grabbing two twenties.
“Stop.” Jason rushed to put his hand over hers, stopping her from trying to pay him. He had more than enough access to money so taking anything from Leia, especially this, left a gross taste in his mouth.
Leia looked up at him with wide, confused eyes. She tried to push against his hand, but he gripped it just tight enough to keep it in place, pressing the money back in before tossing her wallet back into her purse with shocking accuracy. “Then how am I supposed to pay you back?”
Jason had no clue where the confidence came from, but the words came out so quickly, he couldn’t stop them.
“Maybe you could repay me with a date?”
The silence was heavy and thick, but then a smile broke out onto Leia’s face and Jason could’ve kissed her when she responded.
“I’d love that.”
Unbeknownst to both parties that were too in their moment of giddy smiles and warmth to notice the hints of a storm rising over the city’s horizon. A shadow growing in the distance took the form of Gotham’s protector. It peered through the window, curious as to why the Red Hood was absent, only to find him clinging to a civilian like she was the last good thing in the world. Maybe to him, the bloodied vigilante, she was.
Poor thing, the sun whimpered as it disappeared behind the clouds.
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“Where was Hood tonight?”
“He said it was something important but I thought I heard —“ Tim caught himself, brain too fuzzy to think of much else than getting in bed but was awake enough to remember that he wasn’t supposed to know what Callum sounded like.
“Heard what?” Nightwing – now back to Dick Grayson asked, raising a brow at his younger brother.
For once in his life, Tim cursed his inability to rest seeing as now it left him scrambling for an answer.
“He’s with Leia isn’t he?”
“What?” Tim sputtered, not missing how casually Dick leaned against one of the stone walls, crossing his arms.
“C’mon, Timmy. I’m not blind.”
Tim’s lips pressed into a thin line and he prepared himself for a lecture. Instead, Dick smiled kindly at him and nodded toward the almost too large computer dutifully named the BatComputer.
“So…you gonna share with the class or am I gonna have to sort through your shit myself?”
“As if you could get through half of it.” Tim snorted, glancing around to make sure Bruce and Damian had gone away for the night, leaving just the two of them in the Cave.
Dick shrugged, pushing off the wall to stand behind him. “Fair point, but it’d be easier to compare notes, right?”
Tim chuckled, beginning to type in his many passwords to open his treasure trove of notes and know-it-alls. He wouldn’t show Dick everything, no, Tim was going to be a little selfish, but Dick was right: it was better to compare notes and learn more. Afterall, Dick had already met her and was as observant as any other trained Robin. There was only so much Tim could see – feel from behind a screen.
So, still weary, he pulled up the first, much less in depth version on a smaller screen in front of him, allowing Dick to pour over the information.
“Thorough as always, Timmy,” Dick muttered as he scanned it.
“You’re not…usually you get onto me for this type of stuff.”
Dick hummed. “Well not this time. First, we’re both worried about Jason especially since he likes her enough to skip patrol.” Tim could’ve sworn Dick’s jaw clenched, but it was gone in a millisecond. “Second, she’s a curious thing, nothing wrong with a little background check. And third, well, if anything this is just keeping her and her son safe.”
Little…right…that’s what all the document Dick was looking at had. 'Just a little background check' his ass, but Tim perked up when Dick mentioned they were just keeping them safe. He was glad he wasn’t alone in that thought.
It’s to keep them safe, they told themselves over and over and over again.
“Right…now spill.”
Uhhh sorry I dropped off for a sec there y'all my bad.
#this is a disgusting amount of fluff#i'm not sorry#jason todd x oc#jason todd fluff#jason todd#yandere batboys#yandere batfamily#yandere dc#yandere x oc#tim drake#batfam#red hood#red hood imagine#yandere#damian wayne#dick grayson#bruce wayne#dc robin#batman#dc fanfic#dick grayson x oc#nightwing#red robin#batfamily#tim drake x oc
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So I watched “Like Minds” (I’m super unwell about gay people)
this one is like 3x longer than the tenet one
spoilers for a movie that came out 20 years ago ig
alex is clearly rly smart but he’s a right prick about it
nigel sure does like to stare 🤨🤨
oh so he’s a little freak. bro’s got a taxidermy cat in his luggage
ARE THEY MAKING BOMBS??
well. def explosives
DOES HE TAXIDERMY THE ANIMALS HIMSELF
he rly likes dead stuff…
not the gay little obsession
GIRL RECORK YOUR WINE BOTTLE
NIGEL WHY ARE YOU DISSECTING BIRDS IN YOUR BEDROOM
he’s so pretty tho fr mfer has gorgeous eyes
bro fuck this cop frfr
he did not seriously just punch this kid
oooh alex is fucked in the head too. inch resting
alex is one of those rich boys ._.
“obligations” hmmm i Do Not like the sound of that
WAIT THAT WAS HIS DAD??? that explains that ig
wait why is alex on the villains wiki. WHY IS ONE OF HIS CRIMES NECROPHILIA
interesting that alex is so aggressively anti-church (as an establishment, i mean)
ooooh nigel is Looking at him
not him fighting with his teacher
taking detailed notes about the people around him…nigel colbie autism
nooo leave him alone :((
alex is so mean to him omg. let him be a little freak in peace
HOLY SHIT HE JUST KILLED THAT KID
OHHH SALLY ROWE IS FUCKIN. JONI THROMBEY
wtf ym you “can’t find” the colbies..
omg staring across a casket at each other..
tom sturridge is so fucking beautiful i’m unwell
“i almost missed him” 🤨🤨
38 minutes in and i think this is the longest we’ve heard nigel speak
THE FUCK BOOK IS HE READING FOR THIS CLASS
idk i need nigel and alex to kiss
WOAH NIGEL JUST GOT REALLY CLOSE
“i’m really sorry about your friend” baby don’t lie no the fuck you’re not
smth abt the way nigel said “but you don’t have to worry” reminds me of the scene at the end of batman where joker is telling the riddler he did a good job.
THE GLARE AT THIS POOR GIRL nigel looks jealous as fuck
nigel baby giving the boy you like a hand is not the way to his heart
“it looks like you need a hand.” BABE. NO. TOO ON THE NOSE
he’s so cute in his lil jumper
SITTING ON HIS BED??? LEANING OVER HIM WHILE HE SLEEPS???? nah this is. gay behaviour
“alex, wake up. i’ve got a night planned 🥺” aww they’re gonna go on a date
oh they’re super close. NOW KISS
ooh hanging the essay over his head
the big smile… “are you having fun?” the little giggle. the smirk. he hates his ass. he is so in love with him. WHAT IS GOING ON
hmm i do not trust this
THE PUPPYY
“i’ve never brought anybody here before” INTERESTING (“i’m being vulnerable plz don’t be a dick abt this”)
i’ve still got an hour left of this movie good god
my mom is watching gbbo rly loudly and i just got super confused as to why the music Did Not Match the scene
“do you like it 🥺🥺” NIGEL. BABY. he’s so proud of his weird little lab it’s so cute
these little history nerds…
i rly thought nigel was gonna cuddle into him for a second
HELLO NIGEL IS STARING AT HIS LIPS????
“do you know what a pike is?” batting his eyes, looking as coquettish as possible. oh my god. oh my god.
CALLING HIM JACK. i’m so unwell this is so gay.
“we’ve been brought together for a reason” oh my god he thinks they’re murder soulmates
HIS SMILLLLEE
“for eternity.” gnawing on the bars of my enclosure
not him asking her out, nigel’s gonna be PISSED
the sword to his neck 🤭 OMG THE RUNNING IT DOWN HIS SPINE WHAT THE FUCK
the way he says “jack” i’m gonna pass out
“my name is alex. stay away from me.” NOOO it’s ok nigel i’ll be your jack
taking the gay goggles off for a second nigel clearly is in desperate need of a friend and is trying so hard to make alex his friend and it’s making me super sad bc he doesn’t seem to quite understand why it’s not working :(((
but also nigel baby stop breaking into his room
it’s giving yandere tbh
“what’s with the knife” *biggest most innocent doe eyes* “i don’t know what you mean, jack”
HOLY SHIT NIGEL. I FIGURED HE WAS GONNA KILL HER BUT WHAT THE FUCK.
i feel bad for her fr tho she didn’t do nothin wrong. not her fault alex is oblivious to his psychopath boyfriend
lol alex looking around for nigel when he finds out she’s dead. he’s not stupid, i’ll give him that
HE TOOK THE KNIFE
nigel’s very bad at acting innocent
“i sense some hostility” NO REALLY
they look like they’re abt to kiss
“no jack, you did it.” babe.
“feels good to vent one’s anger doesn’t it jack””i don’t want any part of this” “too late for that”
oh he’s CRAZY
he so sure that alex is just as nuts as he is.
OHH MCKENZIE IS IN THE CLUB TOO?? INTERESTING
wtf happened to nigel’s parents
babe being cryptic is not helping your situation
OOOH ARE THEY GONNA FIND NIGEL’S LITTLE ROOM OF CREEPY SHIT
i bet his parents are dead
hehe the jack <3
his jars of dead shit are so weird
was that a drawing of the dead kid?
nigel has rly nice handwriting omg
idk if the knowledge that it’s purely for scientific interest makes the pictures of the sleeping girl better or worse
HE TAXIDERMIZED HIS PARENTS???
he calls them helen and john???
love him introducing alex like he’s his boyfriend
THE EYE CONTACT HELLO??
nigel looks so dead inside omg
“stop it, nigel :((“
OH HE MADE THE BIBLE??? i thought it was a book he had not smth he created that’s actually pretty cool
“our union” 🤨🤨 its giving marriage
“nigel was right about this” hmmm boyfriend behaviour
omg mckenzie SUCKS like he’s just kind of an asshole
“i knew you couldn’t resist a secret rendezvous <3”
“you didn’t know nigel”
DID HE FUCK HER CORPSE
“my dearest jack”
IS HE SLEEPING WITH HIS MOTHER
THE PICTURES WERE OF HIS MOTHER????
his lack of reaction to her getting shot…
SO MUCH JUST HAPPENED IN A SPAN OF 30 SECONDS
he’s so clinical about the cleanup…
he’s so pretty…
HES SO FUCKED IN THE HEAD
omg does he want jack to be his maraclea is that why he got the gun (ik his mom was his maraclea let me be delulu)
he rly thinks this is completely justified
HOLF SHIT HE PULLED THE TRIGGER
i’m so sad he’s dead :(( gimme my babygirl back
holy fuck alex got released
AND HE KEPT THE BOOK
“my beloved susan” WHAT DOES THAT MEAN
“nigel got what he wanted…eternity”
OH MY FUCKING GOD J CANT BELEJEV HE DID THAT… continuing nigel’s work… oh my fucking god
“you like history.” BITCH WHAT
Edit: I forgot to give the movie a rating .-. 500/10 i fucking loved it, i’m already making a forbie playlist
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