#like... babes. how do i explain EVERY DAMN THING YOU DO can be considered political by some metric

[origami-butterfly]

Ok but sometimes the most infuriating political stance a person can have is point blank refusing to discuss social issues with you when you bring it up because they "don't want to get political". Don't open the tags unless you want to read a rant

[the-insomniac-emporium]

Bound Blood (Cassandra Dimitrescu/Reader, Soulmate AU) Pt. 3

Fandom: Resident Evil: Village Rating: T+ for language and violence Warnings: Choking (kinda) Summary: Local feral human makes a friend, tries to sleep next to local mean vampire, then gets a taste of their own medicine Previous Chapters: 1: Sharing Is (Not) Caring; 2: Bloodbath, Baby!

3: Haunt Me Dearly

What a lovely crimson mess I’ve made, you think, watching as the last of the bloody water drained from the bathtub. There were still several splashes of red along the sides, where you had leaned on or otherwise touched. Frowning, you considered whether or not to clean up after yourself. Surely it wouldn’t be one of your captors doing the cleaning? In that case, you think, I don’t want to make any enemies out of the servants. First you had to finish binding your wounds. Wouldn’t want to risk getting them dirty so soon after washing them, after all. Except you weren’t even sure that you could properly wrap them on your own, considering the positioning of your injuries.

“Ah, fucking hell…” You muttered, scowling a little. Then you remembered that Cassandra had sent a maid to wait outside the bathroom for you. Maybe they could help? Nodding to yourself, you threw on your new undergarments and pair of trousers, deciding to save the shoes for later. Once you were ‘decent’, you slowly opened the door, peeking out from behind it. Before long you were making eye contact with an unfamiliar woman, who looked very confused. “Any chance you could help me bandage my shoulder? I can’t do it without help, and something tells me Cassandra’s not going to lend me a hand.” With that said, you gave her a friendly smile, hoping to make up for the awkwardness of the situation.

“Of course! It is my honor to serve a guest of my Lady,” the maid- servant, maybe- said, giving a short curtsy. Admittedly you’re a little confused by her response. Still, you gladly welcome her assistance, moving back into the bathroom to grab the gauze. Although you intend to do as much as you can on your own, the woman is quick to take over completely. “Please, allow me,” she continued, carefully beginning to wrap your wounds.

“Are all the workers here so polite? I can’t imagine anyone actually enjoys working here, all things considered,” you mused, squinting at the middle distance. At that, the servant tenses up, clearly not expecting you to speak ill of her employers. Well, she had called you a guest. “Don’t be surprised, friend. Less than an hour ago I was fit to be consumed by ‘your Lady Cassandra’. Only reason I’m not dead right now is because of a stupid blood bond,” you explained, tone dripping with irritation. This time the servant doesn’t flinch at all, instead nodding slowly, taking a moment to let your words sink in. During this pause, you decide to introduce yourself, just in case the two of you might see each other frequently.

“I… see. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, no matter the circumstances of your presence here. You can call me Daphne, though I must warn you that I am not one for, ahem, gossip about my masters,” she replied, finishing her binding of your shoulder wound. Next she searched through the cabinet by the sink, looking for a medicinal salve of some sort. Once she found it she was right back to work. The substance stung a tad on your skin, but you could hardly complain, seeing as it would help fight off possible infections.

“You sure about no gossip? What if we call it ‘helping me get acclimated to my new situation’? I’m a fish outta water here, Daphne,” you suggested, turning your head to look her in the eyes. At first she ignored you, focusing on rubbing the medicine into your skin. Eventually she meets your gaze, briefly, and releases a quiet sigh.

“You are free to ask questions-” you start to celebrate, though not for long- “just as I am free to withhold answers. Though I may be more responsive if you can tell me one thing… Why was Lady Cassandra’s dress wet?” Daphne asked, making you freeze in place. Of course she wanted the one answer you didn’t feel confident about giving. She’s quick to notice this, though, and laughs to herself. “Well, I suppose some things must remain a mystery. Now let’s get your face cleaned up…”

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By the time you make it to Cassandra’s room, the sun is starting to rise, leaking in through the castle windows. Exhaustion weighs you down, making you want to fall immediately into the nearest bed. As it stands, that was none other than your soulmate’s, though it was currently occupied. For a moment you hover in her doorway, contemplating whether or not you should steal her blanket. Floor can’t be too bad, you think, right? Before you can decide you notice Cassandra stirring from her sleep.

“What took you so fucking long?” She asked groggily. Now she’s sitting up, blanket clinging loosely to her body, and you realize that she’s not wearing a shirt. Though a blush rishes up your cheeks, you’re certain it’s too dark for Cassandra to notice. Or at least you hope so. Wanting to think about something other than what she was (or was not) wearing, you focus your energy on responding.

“Isn’t it obvious? I got invited to a sick orgy on the way back, and I wasn’t about to turn that down, so…” You trailed off, gesturing idly with your hands. The movement stretches your shoulder more than you’d like, resulting in an ache that lasts several seconds. It distracts you to the point where you almost can’t catch the object Cassandra promptly throws at you. “What the hell…?” It’s a shoe, as far as you can tell, that definitely would have hurt, had it hit its intended target. “Such a lovely gift, babe. I will treasure it for the rest of my days, forever keeping it as a reminder that you-” your tone shifts from a false joy to deadpan- “are a piece of shit. Now, seriously, where am I supposed to sleep? Is there a walk-in closet I can camp in? Or do I get the bed, while you sleep in a fucking coffin or something?”

Before Cassandra has a chance to respond, you’re walking further into her room, wanting to take a quick look around. There’s a large dresser that you quickly toss her shoe inside, as well as a window sill with a built-in reading nook. Trading your tiredness for sheer dickery, you throw open the curtains, letting the light pour in (and nearly blind you in the process). Half of you expects your soulmate to screech in response. Maybe even turn to ash. Instead, you hear her moving, and you turn to find her laying back down, facing away from you.

“When you’re done fucking around, come over here and sleep. I will knock you out if I have to,” Cassandra muttered, still sounding half asleep. As much as you wanted to know if she’d go through with her threat, you are exhausted. Begrudgingly you approach the bed. It’s certainly large enough for two people, even having enough room for you to be completely separate from each other. When you start to climb in, you find yourself overwhelmed for a moment, surprised at the quality of the sheet fabric. Exactly how rich were these vampiric assholes? This room alone seemed to be worth more than you had ever known.

This was, perhaps, the one bright side to your situation: A comfortable state of existence. Well, as comfortable as one could get in a place like this. So lovely on the outside, a muse worthy of a thousand artists, yet hiding far darker horrors within… much like the woman you now found yourself laying beside. Why me? Why her? What could possibly bring the two of us together, you think, other than a cruel fate? There’s a pain in your chest, dishearteningly similar to heartache. Damning the universe, and your blood bond, and yourself, you think ‘fuck it’ before sliding closer to Cassandra. One arm drapes itself over her waist, while you slowly lean your head against her back.

In an instant she’s tense, not even breathing, waiting for you to reveal whatever trick hid up your sleeve. But no trick comes, just your hand meeting hers, squeezing softly. Suddenly the tension is gone. None remains, not even lingering in the air, and the two of you soon drift off to sleep...

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Shaking, body made a wreck through tremors, tears staining her cheeks. Breathing comes hard, each shift of her lungs bringing with it a mighty ache. Someone’s holding her, whispering sweet nothings in her ear, fingers tracing circles against her back. But she’s lost in her dream, eyes clenched shut. Visions flash before her gaze like lightning in a storm. There’s no time to process, no opportunity to prepare for the thunder that follows. Every strike is a punch to the gut she can’t ignore. When release finally comes, it is not a gentle kiss to her forehead, or a reassuring hand on her own, but rather an intense surge of pain that jolts her awake.

Cassandra nearly screams as she sits up, hands reflexively going to hold her head. One of them stings, bad, and she notices what look like bite marks on the side. For a moment her confusion acts as a welcome distraction. Then she’s looking next to her, and the puzzle practically puts itself together. There you are, one hand in your mouth, an eyebrow raised as you stare at her. Ignoring the lingering memories of her dream, she turns all of her rage towards you. Quickly she grabs ahold of your arm, forcefully yanking your hand out of your mouth, even though it makes your teeth dig in a little deeper. It takes more willpower than she wants to admit to stop herself from strangling you right then and there.

“I didn’t know monsters could even have nightmares,” you taunted. Before you know what’s happening, Cassandra is lunging towards you, pressing her forearm against your throat. There’s just enough pressure to make talking difficult. Both of her yellow eyes are filled with hatred, aimed right at you, but you can’t help but laugh. “Ya know, I did try to wake you up nicely. I should have known you only respond to violence. Next time, though, I’ll remember to stay a safe distance away.”

“You don’t know anything, dipshit. Anyone else would know better than to spout so much fucking ignorance, but nobody taught you how to behave, huh?” Cassandra growled, applying more pressure with her arm, leaving you unable to reply (for once). “You’re a goddamn mutt, aren’t you? Thrown to the street like the garbage you are, left to live in the gutter, feeding off of trash like a fucking cannibal. You should be honored to be allowed anywhere near me. You should be worshiping me, for fuck’s sake!” Black dots form in your vision, a dark halo edging into the corners of your eyes, as your lungs beg for air. But you’re grinning. You’re showing your teeth, bright and proud, knowing full well that you have won this round. As soon as realization dawns on Cassandra’s face she’s pulling herself off of you.

Still, you are left gasping, clutching at your neck as she hurriedly gets dressed for the day. By the time you can see properly again, she’s left without another word. Even as she stalks down the corridor, eagerly rushing away from you, she hears your laughter howling through the castle. It digs into her brain, taunting her. Soon enough you’ll stop, light headed, but she will still hear it echoing inside her mind. You’ll haunt her just as much as her wicked dreams. Hopefully more.

[dilly-oh]

Rent-a-Boyfriend

I need to get drunk, FAST, Kakashi thinks, taking a seat at the bar and signalling to the bartender. He wants to forget this evening ever happened as quickly as possible. He is never going on another blind date arranged by his so-called friends again - the guy they’d set him up with was some creepy artist with a ponytail who straight up asked to sculpt his dick, and when he politely declined, told him it was okay, size didn’t matter to him. Naturally, Kakashi’d dipped the moment the guy was distracted flirting with some other dude and scurried off to a nearby bar to drown his woes and seriously consider ghosting his friends forever.

Speak of the devil, his phone starts buzzing in his pocket, but he ignores it in favor of taking a swig of beer instead. He is NOT talking to them right now. Just because they all found love doesn’t mean he needs to as well, especially not with their ‘help’. They make it seem so easy, like he isn’t even trying. Yeah, right. It isn’t as if the perfect man is going to just fall into his-

“Oh my God, help me,” a man hisses, barging over and plopping right into his lap. Kakashi gets a faceful of long brown hair (which is quite delightful considering it’s wonderfully soft and smells like flowers) and has to repress a giggle as it tickles his nose before remembering he’s supposed to be in a bad mood. Nice hair or not, Kakashi is about to shove the stranger off when he twists around to look up at Kakashi with the most gorgeous brown eyes he’s ever seen, wide and pleading for mercy. A worried frown wrinkles his forehead, crinkling the faded scar over the bridge of his nose, and he bites his lips anxiously. Suddenly Kakashi will do anything for this man, including murder. “My asshole ex is here.” Okay, he was kidding about the whole murder thing, but he’s not above a firm talking-to. Maybe even a long-winded discussion about boundaries if need be. “Please, please pretend to be my boyfriend so he’ll fuck off and leave me alone.”

Kakashi blinks. 

Pretend? Hell, he would love to actually BE this cutie’s boyfriend, where’s the application, sign him the fuck up. Kakashi almost says this aloud, but the desperate, almost wild look in the man’s eyes quiets his instinctual smartass remark and forces him to actually take things seriously for once. He nods imperceptibly and wraps his arms around the man’s waist, pulling him closer just as a douchey-looking guy with silver hair struts up, glaring at him poisonously.

“Who the fuck is this?” he spits out.

“Piss off, Mizuki,” the man in his lap snaps back. “He’s my boyfriend, obviously. Why don’t you go vape in the alleyway or something?”

“Bullshit. I don’t believe you.” Mizuki’s eyes narrow dangerously as he studies Kakashi. “...Prove it. Prove that you’re actually dating him.” The man stiffens in Kakashi’s lap.

“Don’t be ridiculous! He doesn’t have to prove anything-”

“Leave him alone, he gets enough stress from teaching brats every day,” Kakashi cuts in. The man jerks around in his lap, gaping in surprise for a moment before carefully schooling his face. “He was up late correcting papers again last night. I felt bad, so I brought him his favorite Ichiraku ramen for lunch and walked the dog for him. I even offered to play CoD with his little brother.” He leans forward, pulling the man closer to his chest protectively. “Now...why don’t you get lost?” 

“...Fuck you.” Mizuki’s glare darkens even further. 

“Fuck you, too.” Kakashi sends him off with a cheery wave that turns into a middle-finger once the guy’s back is turned. 

“How the hell did you know all that stuff about me?” the man in his lap asks once Mizuki slithers away to lurk in the shadows. He looks up at Kakashi uneasily, almost frightened. “Have you been...stalking me or something?”

“Never met you before in my life,” Kakashi replies, then goes on to explain. “According to my friends, not only am I a smug know-it-all and complete smart-ass, I’m also incredibly observant.” He takes a deep breath and begins. “You have red ink marks on your fingertips, presumably from a cheap red pen. The only reason for you to be using one of those is if you’re a teacher, grading papers, and judging from the bags under your eyes, I can easily guess you’ve spent more than a few nights up late grading. You have a rather fresh stain on your shirt, ramen, judging from the smell, with a unique aromatic spice added to the broth that’s only used at Ichiraku - I recognize it, having eaten there a few times. I know you have a dog because there’s fur on your pants, but it’s too high up for it to be from a cat, so therefore it must be from a medium-sized dog, perhaps a Shiba-Inu going by the length of hair and reddish tint. And as for your brother, the cell-phone in your pocket has a case that is a rather unfortunate shade of neon orange. Given your fashionable outfit and kempt appearance, you’d never have picked it yourself, therefore it had to have been a gift, and a sentimental one at that. A parent would never have purchased something so ridiculous for you, and you wouldn’t actually use it if it was a gag gift from a friend, so it could only have come from a younger sibling, obviously a brother, who I assume is teenaged based off the practicality of buying you a case for your cell-phone instead of something silly or useless like a keychain.” He finishes in a rush and takes a breath. 

“...Oh,” the man breathes out softly, his eyes wide with awe. Then he frowns. “Wait. How did you know about the Call of Duty thing?”

“He’s a teenager,” Kakashi snorts. “Of course he’s into fucking CoD.”

“Ugh, true,” the man laughs, relaxing in Kakashi’s arms, which he, admittedly, doesn’t want to remove. “God, is there anything you don’t know?”

“Your name and number,” Kakashi blurts out, then immediately wants to slap himself. What is he, an idiot? Hitting on this man right after he’s been accosted by his ex? That’s just...it was just-

“Damn, that was smooth.” The man leans back in his lap, looking him up and down, considering. “...I’d say you earned the name, at least. I’m Iruka.”

“Kakashi. Nice to meet you.”

“Likewise.” Iruka cocks his head and hums. “You know, it was kinda hot when you went all Sherlock like that.”

“My friends wouldn’t agree,” Kakashi scoffs, deciding his arms feel quite good where they are, as does Iruka. “Especially after I ruined Asuma and Kurenai’s surprise pregnancy announcement-”

“You didn’t.” 

“I thought it was obvious! Her feet were swollen!” 

Iruka laughs so hard he almost falls out of Kakashi’s lap.

Almost.

“Anyway,” Iruka says once he can breathe properly again, “thanks for pretending to be my boyfriend, I really appreciate it.”

“My pleasure,” Kakashi replies with cheer. “I was more than happy to offer my services.” 

“Then you wouldn’t mind keeping up the act until my ex leaves, or I do?” Iruka asks, nodding at the shadows where Mizuki is slumped over a beer, glaring at them. “What are your going rates?”

“I’ll give you a discount,” Kakashi tells him. “My only payment is you stay in my lap the entire time.”

“Deal.” Iruka grins wickedly up at him, throwing an arm over his shoulder and getting comfortable. “Although, as my pretend boyfriend, you should totally buy me a drink.” Kakashi grins back.

“Sure thing, babe.” 

Maybe he won’t have to pretend for long.  

(Written for @kakairu-fest KakaIru Month 2021, Day Twenty-Four Prompt: Fake Dating)

[ask-the-clergy-bc]

Headcanons for dew, rain, mountain and the papa’s s/o (feel free to leave out the ghoulies if you want <3) revealing that they have a glass eye after they’ve been dating for a while, but with a silly spontaneous taking out of the eye. (I recommend watching a video on how glass eyes work first though <3)

Thank you so much for recommending the videos, they really helped! I mostly went with your request of having the reveal be a silly prank and mixed it in with a few other scenarios, I hope that’s ok! And heck yeah, I’ll be happy to add the ghouls to it! Please enjoy! :)

Also feedback is always welcome!

Ember, Rain, Mountain, and the Papas React to their S/O removing their Glass Eye for the first time

Rain: Your ghoul lover had known about your eye since you first became an item. But it was becoming clear more and more often that he was very curious about your eye. He was a quiet and polite ghoul by nature despite his massive curiosity, so you knew it would take some time before he approached you on his own with questions. Not that you would have minded! Rain was respectful and you trusted him to be the same when it came to your eye. When one day you had taken it out to adjust after it had been bothering you for most of the morning you caught your lover watching, utterly fascinated. But Rain looked ashamed the moment you looked back at him. “It’s ok to be curious, Babe. It’s not a bad thing!” You assured him with a gentle smile and beckoned him over. Rain was happy you weren’t upset with him and did end up asking quite a bit! How to clean it, how does it stay, what is it made out of? You considered it a real bonding experience between you both!

Mountain: The drummer had been more blunt about your eye than anticipated, but it was obvious he meant no disrespect. During a conversation it eventually came up that your eye was fake. Mountain replied with a factual, “oh I noticed. It’s quite amazing.” You were taken aback by his genuine appreciation for the simple prosthesis, and you pressed to know why. Mountain took the time to explain that he found human medicines and inventions incredible. In Hell there were no such things as prosthetics or any medical machinery. When you lost a limb or a body part you just dealt with it. Mountain eventually told you the only time he has seen another eye like yours was one that belonged to a stone ghoul leader. It was an exquisitely carved and smoothed green gem! He ends up comparing the high quality of your eye to the gem and lamented that he would never be able to carve a rock to the degree of which your eye was made! It was a fascinating conversation, as you never considered what happened to ghouls in Hell before they came to Earth. It even made you blush when Mountain admitted he thought your eye was one of the most amazing things in the world.

Ember: The first time you removed your eye in front of the fire ghoul you had startled him! All you said was, “Hey babe, wanna see a trick?” and plucked your eye out. The lack of warning certainly caught him off guard as he jumped like a cat. You laughed HARD when his tail was stiffened straight and he garbled half sentences at you. When his brain finally processed what happened he threw his hands up, exasperated. “You could have just TOLD ME, I thought you were about to do something fucking TERRIFYING!” A few minutes after catching your breath you almost regretted showing him as his enthusiasm started to show. Ever since he found out your eye was fake he INSISTED that your next eye should be all white so you could pretend to be an Emeritus. Ember vehemently claimed it’d be hilarious to watch everyone shit their pants when you come out MARKED BY LUCIFER! Of course, you know how terrible of an idea that is! But hey, he’s got the right spirit!

Papa Nihil: Originally randomly removing your eye was going to be a small joke. It was a prank you liked to do from time to time, and you’d be lying if you said you DIDN’T enjoy the reactions you got. Some people looked confused and others jumped from shock. It always ended in huge peels of laughter from you and your friends. What you could have never anticipated was what would happen was Nihil cackling after the fact. You had expected shock or curiosity, but not the Grand Papa practically laughing in your face. When he saw your confused look he gestured for you to come over. It was your turn to laugh when he removed a bottom row of teeth from his mouth. When you sat down to exchange stories Nihil told you about a wild bar fight he got into back in the 70’s. It resulted in him having a banged up jaw and needing a small row of bottom teeth to be permanently replaced. When you shared your story he was just as happy to listen!

Papa I: You weren’t planning on taking out your eye in front of Papa, but necessity waits for no one. That day you were trying a new prosthesis from your doctor, but it just didn’t seem to work out for you. The eye was a slightly different fit and shape than you were used to and it had been irritating you all morning! Papa and you had taken to the sitting room to read together, but the eye made it impossible! you couldn't focus with the damn thing bothering you. You had enough and just popped to accursed thing out. Moments after your sigh of relief you realized Papa had stopped to watch you, a look of concern plastered on his face. He didn't seem alarmed that you were holding an eye in your hand, more so that you looked so uncomfortable. “Are you alright? Is your eye hurting you?” It took a moment to snap out of your stupor but you shook your head and explained everything. Papa nodded politely and smiled, happy to know you were ok. After you excused yourself you were quick to go back to your old eye. When you settled down next to him again you couldn’t help but quench your newfound curiosity. “It doesn’t bother you that my eye is fake?” Papa set down his book, confused as he removed the reading glasses from his face. “.... why should that bother me?” Honestly, that one question was all you needed to hear.

Papa II: When you first started dating you were immediately open about your eye. It wasn’t a terribly big deal for you, but you felt it fair to let him know. Papa only ‘hmm’d’ when you told him but thanked you for the information. If anything, unless it was bothering you it rarely came up in your day to day life! The only time you’ve ever seen him react to it was when he caught someone staring at your face at a clergy function. Your eye was incredibly realistic but there was always bound to be someone who noticed it was a prosthesis. You were used to it, as you knew people were often curious. Very few people ever made you uncomfortable. Papa on the other hand did not share your sentiment. One thing everyone knew about the second Emeritus is how he absolutely despised anything he considered, in his words, “boorish”. Before you could say anything to the person Papa’s voiced hissed out as his hand clasped your shoulder. “Do you mind, or are you going to stare like a gaping troglodyte.” The sibling didn’t need to be told twice and immediately scurried away. Papa cleared his throat as you shook your head, trying to hide your smile. He apologized for speaking over you, and even looked a little embarrassed at his sudden defensiveness. You, in turn, told him he could make up it up to you by getting you a drink!

Papa III: Your mischievous streaks were only matched by Papa’s. It’s what made you fall for each other, after all! So naturally you decided your big reveal would have to be a good one. You waited until the perfect opportunity arose one night. You both had a fun game of saying or doing the most over the top romantic clichés you could think of. It was like your own little game you only played with each other! Papa's favorite tactic was to bombard you with the cheesiest pick up lines he could think of! You loved to roll your eyes and pretend you didn't love every minute. The moment finally came one night when Papa had fallen into your lap, proclaiming how amazing your eyes were. Papa went over the top to make you laugh- saying how much they sparkled like the night sky and were like gems he wanted to keep like little treasures. You grinned and without missing a beat reached up to your face. “You like them that much? Here-” he gasped as you plucked it out, “you can have one!” It took Papa a few moments before he howled laughing, you joining him shortly. Papa praised you for your excellent comedic timing and it has been your inside joke ever since!!

Papa IV/Copia: The fact that Copia saw you taking out your eye at all had been a rather hilarious coincidence... to you at least! It often slipped your mind when you first started seeing each other to tell him of your eye. It wasn't a huge concern for you and every time you remembered you figured the right opportunity would come. One day when you woke up you decided it was as good a time as ever to clean it. You had been ready to start cleaning it and plucked it out as Copia wandered into your shared bathroom, half asleep. Copia hollered at first when he saw you remove it. He frantically shook his head and rubbed at his own eyes to make sure he was awake. When you both realized what had happened Copia had little time to blush as you doubled over laughing. Eventually, after your giggle fit, Copia apologized profusely for his crappy behavior. He explained that he was still waking up and thought you had just randomly pulled something out of your eye socket. You had to convince him a couple of times that you did not take offense to his reaction. As far as you were concerned, no harm no foul! You knew that Copia would NEVER purposely make someone feel bad. Eventually he came around and accepted that you weren’t mad at him!

[gangrenados]

A-z for vampire jason? Please

•Could you do all the AU!Vampire alphabet with Jason, please?

I wanted to use a more vampire-ish gif BUT I can't say no to a shirtless gif of this dude, sorry

Warning: blood, death and murder mentions

A - Accident - would they turn someone to save their life?

I don't think so, that person has to be really important to Jason for him to consider turning them into a vampire. Like you, one of his siblings (cuz batkids care about each other idgaf), Alfred or his close friends...maybe even Bruce but I'm not so sure about that one...

B - Bite - how do they bite? Sensually, aggressively? Do they make it hurt or try to be gentle?

When Jason bites you he tries to be gentle and not apply so much pressure. He doesn't want to hurt you too much, so he prefers to take things slow.

Of course, if he comes to bite you in privacy then he will do it in a sensual way, doing everything possible to give them hickeys since they like to see them afterwards.

Now, if he is feeding on someone unimportant then he doesn't care that much if it hurts or not. Of course, it all depends on who this person is, because if it is someone who made him angry then he could even tear the skin so that more blood comes out.

C - Control - do they take advantage of their powers?

Of course! He uses every one of his abilities when he has to fight, it would be very foolish if he didn't.

Besides, he uses them for extremely normal things, like not turning on the lights at night to go to eat something, using his cloaking ability to scare you a little and flying around when he feels very overwhelmed and wants to be alone for a while...

D - Dangerous - how scary they can get? How bad things can they do? What’s their ethics?

When Jason is mad it's better to stay away and let him deal with it. Anger is not an unknown emotion to him, but he truly prefers for you to not see him when he's about to rip someone's head.

His eyes turn blood red and his fangs come out, in this scenario his fully strength comes to light and he's not afraid to use it. Jason is an agile and stoic fighter, so you wouldn't know what happened before you're death.

He's capable of killing or injuring someone pretty fucking badly (or even dismembering if he's feeling playful)

E - Exchange - do they opt for blood bags or animal blood, if possible?

He prefers human blood as it is easier to get and tastes a little bit better as well. However, I think that in a life and death situation he wouldn't pay much attention to that detail.

F - First bite - on what occasion would they bite you for the first time?

Jason is really unsure weather biting you is a good thing or not, he doesn't want to put you in pain and he's really sure a small bite will lead to him sucking your blood. He tries really hard to avoid biting you.

The only way Jason will bite you if he's starving really bad. He would just go where you are and bite down on your arm without much care

Jason is too hungry to be polite and after you see part of his face covered in blood and a little grin because now he's not at the verge of dying, Jason will apologize for almost drying you.

G - Growl - are they more on the “civilized” side or do they enjoy hunting their prey down?

Jason absolutely loves haunting his prey, the thrill of the chase gives this man joy. He will do anything to make this situation enjoyable for himself, he doesn't care that much about the pray because, well, they're gonna die either way, right?

The only "prey" Jason is careful with is you. He still scares you in a joking way when he's about to suck your blood, but he doesn't torture you...

H - Hate - how do they feel about their kind? About themselves?

He feels like a monster in every way possible. It sickens him to the core the fact that he has to hurt you to be with you, he hates himself for all the horrible things he has done in the past.

It's an neverending torment, but Jason stills hope he can change.

I - Intimacy - how fast would they let you close to them? Would they want to share with you what they are?

It took you YEARS to get closer in an emotional level with this man and yet it's hard to understand him sometimes.

Jason is a complicated person, he believes that if someone gets close enough to him something bad will happen to them. That's the reason he tends to avoid you.

He told you the vampire part when you found him in a compromising position: Jason's entire face was covered in blood along side his hands.

He was standing next to a corpse, whipping away the blood from his chin as he licked it eagerly. It has been so long since he has eaten something, living with a human was surely a hard task.

"Oh shit..." he turned around at the sound of your voice, his panicked eyes meeting your scared ones. " Is that you J-jay?"

Jason took a few steps away from the corpse,spreading his arms fearfully."I can explain, babe..." he said slowly. This is the end, he fucked up and there's no way you can forgive him this time.

"Fuck!" He shouted when you fainted, speeding up to catch you. Jason's fingers brushed your face lightly, smearing blood on your skin." Damn, I fucked up..."

J - Joke - would they do pranks on other people with the use of their powers?

You can bet you life he would.

His family is used to dealing with Jason's stupid pranks, so are the Outlaws. In fact, everyone who has a decent relationship with him will be a victim of his pranks.

L - Life - do they wish they were human?

Yes, that thought tends to cross his mind every time he sees the simple life the humans have or when you're asleep on top of him.

He knows your life is a lot shorter than his and it scares him to know you one day will die and leave him. Jason wants to spend his life with you for the eternity, maybe he will need to use other methods to make his wish come true.

K - Key - what’s the way of making them open up to you?

Acceptance, love and a lot of patience.

Jason feels like a burden every time you put se effort in trying to connect with him, however, it warms his heart since it's always a surprise when someone is kind and sweet towards him.

M - Murder - would they kill someone while feeding? Have they ever done so?

Jason has murdered people before, so yeah, but he usually tries to avoid drinking blood from criminals because you don't know where this people have been.

That why he prefers to buy some clean blood or just ask one of the people he trusts for some of theirs. But if the thing gets extremely bad, Jason is not opposed to just feed off a random civilian...

If Jason feeds of normal people, then he tries to be gentle and not suck them dry, even when he's starving really bad.

He once accidentally killed a civilian while feeding on his early vampire years. Jason didn't even asked them if it was okay if he drank some of their blood, he was beyond hungry and too altered to be polite...he still feels guilty of it.

N - Nature - do they justify their doings? Do they consider them natural?

Of course he doesn't! Jason thinks he's a freak, as well as the rest of his kind but maybe his way of thinking has to do with the fact that he wasn't born a vampire.

This is his new life so he has to keep up if he still wants to live. But there's no way someone can convince him that drinking blood, having sharp fangs, the ability to fly, among other weird things like being able to camouflage.

O - Odd - do they have any specific hobbies or habits?

Jason wanted the whole vampire aesthetic, so he learned how to sleep upside down as well as levitating. It's weird having a normal human day and then finding your boyfriend taking a nap in the rooftop.

But Jason has been trying to convince you to buy a coffin.

" You said you're tired of the footprints in the rooftop, if we had a coffin you wouldn't have to worry about that!" He says so confident it makes you roll your eyes ." Besides it would look dope."

He also as deployed a love for bloody milkshakes with extra whipped cream (he has been speeding too much time with Dick lately)

P - Pain - are they sadistic? Do they enjoy what they do?

Jason is not sadistic with you, he hates the thought of inflicting your pain on purpose. But if you're on the freaky side then you can convince him to be a little mean with you during the nasty, and even then Jason will always ask how you doing and if you want him to stop.

Taking that apart, he can be sadistic with the people he doesn't like. During fights Jason will mock them as he crushes them without blinking, what if he's confronting someone who harmed you? Well, Jason is gonna make that person feel pain ,he wants their suffering to last.

R - Roles - do they enjoy pretending to be normal people? How do they feel about leaving their life behind to start a new one?

He had to leave his life behind even if he wanted to, coming back from death is not a normal thing to do and it gets even weirder when you find out you're blood sucking creature.

Jason tries his best to pretend to be a normal human when you go out, he doesn't want to draw too much attention. It annoys him and he doesn't want you to be exposed to be uncomfortable.

S - Scars - do they leave marks or try to make the wounds small and invisible?

Jason doesn't understand why, but it makes him so happy to see his bite marks on your skin, for him they're like hickeys in a twisted way.

He also like to leave the normal hickeys when you're doing the dirty.

T - Turned - how were they turned?

(This apply more with this Arkham Knight version cuz yeah)

Jason was turned after a few days after being locked in Arkham. He remembers vaguely what happened since his mind was still off in that time.

Jason just knows he was in one of the many cells with one or two goonies of the Joker and high pitched voice of Harly complaining about the Joker leaving her alone.

Then Jason felt a sharp pain on his neck, blood running down his cleavage and staining part of shirt and the weird thought of "why is this taking so long?" That filled his mind.

Next thing he knew was that he had to feed of blood for the rest of the eternity.

U - Universe - what’s their biggest wish that they can’t achieve as immortals?

A decent mental stability and a good relationship with his family.

Jason has been through many things that he does not wish on anyone, the negative things he thinks about himself are embedded in his brain and it is difficult for him to ignore them sometimes.

As hard as he works to overcome all his insecurities and traumas, he feels that he will never be able to escape these demons. Still, he tries to be better...

Now, we all know that batfam is somewhat complex and no matter how much they support each other, there is always that tension present. Jason looks like he doesn't care, but that's a lie.

He cares about them even if it is hard for him to show it, and he wishes that the relationship they have was more stable and not so chaotic.

V - Vampire - would they turn you?

Yes and without hesitation if you were at the verge of dying or after he had a crisis because he became suddenly aware of the short lifespan humans have.

Jason can't bare the fact of living without you, it sickens him to think about the day of your death...he just can't let you go.

He doesn't care if it's selfish, he will transform you into a vampire so the two of you can be together for the eternity. Jason is aware he might feel extremely awful after, but again, he dosen't give a fuck as long as you're alive.

W - War - would they engage in fighting their own kind for the humanity’s sake?

Well, he goes out every night to fight crime...I guess that's a yes, but it has to be a really serious fight for him to fight against his own kind.

Y - Yandere - would they become dangerous to you (their lover)?

Jason can be pretty obsessive and extremely protective, he just wants you to be safe and that's sweet, but he can get suffocating really fast.

Because of this Jason doesn't hesitate about killing those who harmed you in cold blood, as well as keeping you safe from the horrible things the world has to offer.

Jason would not abuse you by any means, but if he has to scare you to make you understand why you have to be careful, then he will. However, it takes a lot for him to do that.

Z - Zombie - are they on their way to losing sanity?

Jason has made a lot of progress since the pit days, but I don't think it takes much to make this man go insane.

It's not gonna be a cute thing if he loses his mind. Jason would turn into a cold hearted man with prominent sadistic tendencies and little to no care about other people's lives. However, the last point is just for criminals, Jason still has a soft spot for those who can't protect themselves...he doesn't cross that line.

If he reach this point there's a big chance Jason will try to make you leave, since he doesn't want you to get in trouble OR in the other hand, he will basically make you stay with him even if you don't want to cuz he truly believes he's the only one in this world that can protect you.

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“You’re my muse, did you know that?”

Namjoon x Reader genre: fluff word count: 2.5K

a/n: Here is the sixth fic in my little Christmas universe. Basically, Joon is late for the Christmas party and well, his lady gets mad. But then it gets real sappy. I promise it’s definitely fluff. I hope you enjoy! This is the longest fic in the series and I wasn’t planning on it being this long, but here we are. Thank you for reading, my lovelies! :))

p.s. this pair is loosely based off the couple in my fic, “We believe you. We believe that you think you’re just friends.” It’s not necessary to read for this fic, but it just explains how these two went from friends to lovers- if you were curious. 

ONE hour. You’d been at Jin and his girlfriend’s apartment for one hour and everyone but Taehyung and Jimin and their partners had arrived. Oh, and your boyfriend.

You knew you showed up a little early when you arrived at the apartment and your knock was met with Jin’s cackle and his girlfriend yelling on the other side of the door as they audibly scrambled around the apartment.

When Jin answered the door, excitedly welcoming you in, his girlfriend was waving from the entry of the kitchen, clearly overwhelmed, her apron and hair covered with flour.

As you waited alone on the couch, you watched as Jin cutely attempted to dust the flour out of her strands as she giggled, “All I Want For Christmas Is You” playing throughout the room. 

So yes, you knew you were early, but it had been one hour and the last you’d heard from Namjoon was twenty-three minutes ago when he said he was almost done in the studio.

Checking your phone, vacant of any updates from him and no sign of him arriving any time in particular, you thought about leaving. Looking at all the members with their partners, you wondered why they were all able to pull themselves from work but not Namjoon. And to think I went through all that trouble to keep his Secret Santa gift from him, you thought.

You did admire Namjoon’s work ethic, but sometimes you wanted to come first.

As you and Hoseok’s girlfriend talked about your respective Christmas plans, Hoseok briefly interrupted to ask if either of you wanted a drink. She accepted while you declined. As he began towards the kitchen, he looked at you with an apologetic smile. “He’ll be here soon,” he tried to assure you.

You nodded with a polite smile, but Hoseok’s attempt at comfort did nothing for you. Standing up, you excused yourself and headed towards the apartment door. Grabbing your coat, you shoved your arm through one of the sleeves as you attempted to exit the apartment. You weren’t sure if you were planning to leave or simply go into the hallway to call Namjoon and chew his ass out, but you wanted out of that room so you could be angry in peace.

However, in your hurried leave, your bracelet got caught on the inside of your coat sleeve, keeping you from pulling it on all the way to your shoulder. In frustration, you began pulling the sleeve down, turning it inside out as you did.

Inspecting the bracelet, a present from Namjoon, you found that the clasp had snagged on the fuzzy interior of the jacket. You tried to unweave it from the fabric but you were afraid of breaking the delicate chain.

Angry and upset, you leaned against the wall and sighed, your hand running along the charms dangling from the bracelet. There were only three charms on it so far, though Namjoon kept adding to it.

The first charm you received was a charm that read “BFF”. He gave that one to you a week into being an official couple, starting off the charm bracelet.

You and Namjoon were having a casual date night with beer and snacks, watching romcoms on Netflix when Namjoon randomly handed you a charm bracelet.

“Just because you’re my girlfriend now doesn’t mean you’re not best friend anymore,” he smiled as he gave you the charm bracelet. “And I want us to always be appreciative of how we started and all the time we spent getting to know each other.”

The next charm you had received was a star. That was the cheesiest one he gave you thus far, but you absolutely loved it, nonetheless.

You had been feeling insecure and insufficient, in nearly all aspects of your life. Namjoon had been so understanding, waiting patiently as you regained your old confidence, and he had been doing small things to help you see your worth.

“Can I see your bracelet?” He asked you as you sat on the bed together. You had just finished telling him how small you were feeling when he asked the question. You looked at him in confusion, holding your wrist out to him. He didn’t even look at you as he shoved his hand into his pants pocket and pulled out a small charm. Hooking it onto the bracelet, he looked up at you and simply said, “It’s a star.”

You looked at the little charm and nodded. “It sure is.”  

“Even if you don’t see it right now, you’re a star. You always have been. You’ve always shined so bright in my eyes, and you’ll shine that bright in your own eyes too,” he told you, his gaze on you as you stared at the charm.

When you looked up at him, you noticed your vision was blurry due to the tears that had built up.

“Let this serve as a reminder until you can feel it yourself,” he said as he leaned forward, kissing your forehead.

The third charm, a masquerade mask, was your favorite, and looking at it in that moment, you remembered exactly why your boyfriend’s workaholic tendencies were worth it.

He was sitting at his desk in the studio, you on the couch. Suddenly, he sighed and turned around in his chair, staring at you until you looked up from your book to meet his gaze.

“What?” You questioned.

“Come here,” he gestured to his lap. “I need to show you something.”

Squinting your eyes, you put down your book and made your way to him. Before you could sit down on his lap, he grabbed your hips and hugged your waist.

“I don’t say thank you enough,” he mumbled against your abdomen.

“Hm? What are you talking about, babe?” You asked, running your hand through his hair.

“You’re the only person I feel I can be completely myself around,” he told you as he sat back against his chair, grabbing a little box off his desk. “I don’t thank you enough for that.”

As he handed the box to you, you shook your head telling him, “it’s not necessary to thank me for that.”

Opening up the little box, you found the mask charm, your jaw dropping as you looked at Namjoon’s face.

“The mask comes off when I’m around you,” he said, no further explanation needed as your eyes misted. Sitting down on his lap, you gently stroked his face, inspecting his every feature before leaning down and kissing him passionately.

Thinking about your boyfriend, and all the times you had stuck by each other through every up and down, you couldn’t believe you actually considered leaving this party. As you continued to touch the charms and reminisce, your boyfriend’s voice echoed from down the hallway.

“Babe, what are you doing out here?” He called out, your eyes darting up to meet his. When he noticed the way your eyes glistened, his features instantly took on concern as he rushed towards you. “Are you ok?”

You met him halfway down the hall, and when his hands found your cheeks, cradling your face as he searched your eyes, you pushed yourself against his chest. His arms easily wrapped around your frame, holding you to him as he kissed the top of your head. “You ok? What’s wrong?” He whispered into your hair.

“My bracelet is caught on my sleeve,” you said simply.  

At that, he pulled you from him just enough to look at you, a small smile appearing on his face when he saw your pout. Looking at your arm, he chuckled a bit. “Now how did that happen?”

Smiling at him, you shrugged. “I was mad you weren’t here yet and I was trying to make a dramatic exit but then it got caught and then your damn charms got me all sappy,” you explained with a huff.

His smile faded a bit when he realized you thought about leaving. “I’m so sorry I’m late,” he apologized sincerely. “I know I need to balance my work better.”

He bent down to kiss you softly, whispering apologies against your lips, making you pull away a bit to interrupt his insistent sorry’s. 

“Hey, it’s ok,” you told him, bringing your hand that wasn’t stuck to the sleeve to rest at the nape of his neck, your fingers feeling the ends of his hair. “I was mad but now I’m not. It’s as simple as that.” 

Resting his forehead against your own, he sighed. “I just never want you thinking you’re not a priority. You’re my top priority,” he told you genuinely. “Always.”

“Joon, I know that, I just got frustra--” you were cut off by Namjoon holding up a small box which you instantly recognized as a new charm. When he opened it for you, you realized it was a music note. 

Your eyes found Namjoon’s and you could tell he was holding back tears, which instantly made your own eyes water. 

“You’re my muse, did you know that? You inspire everything I do,” he said. “I hope you know even when I’m in the studio, you’re always at the forefront of my mind.”

"I know, babe,” you said just before kissing him passionately, his arms wrapping around your waist. “I love you,” you whispered against his lips.

“I love you too,” he replied, a smile gracing his features finally. 

Just then, the apartment door swung open, Jin’s girlfriend sighing in relief. “Oh, thank god, I was worried you left. Get in here, come sit and relax.” As she stood there with the door open, you could hear “I’ll Be Home For Christmas” playing from inside the apartment. 

Namjoon smiled as he bowed politely. “Sorry I’m late,” he said, only for her to wave him off. “Hey, do you think you could help us with this?” he gestured to your arm that was still connected to the coat sleeve. “I’m worried one of us will break it.”

“Oh shit, yeah come here,” she said as she guided you both inside. Everyone greeted your boyfriend happily, telling him things like “about time!” and “hey there’s drinks and cookies in the kitchen!” You know, the important things.

It didn’t take long for Jin’s girlfriend to successfully and gracefully remove the bracelet from the sleeve, and Namjoon swiftly placed the new charm on it. Seeing the music note on there with the other charms gave you the desire to grab his hand and bring it to your lips, kissing it sweetly. He simply smiled in return before pulling you into a hug. 

Shortly, the others arrived, Jimin apologizing for being late due to some random duel with his girlfriend and then explaining they had to pick Tae and his girlfriend up because they ran out of gas.  You noted that Taehyung and his girlfriend looked especially smitten. You always adored them together, and you loved that they started as friends just like you and Namjoon. Now if only Yoongi would make a move, you thought, as you cast your gaze on him and his best friend, sitting comfy next to each other on the couch.

You sat with Namjoon, your hand in his as you watched the members interact. You both laughed when Jungkook and his girlfriend flashed their bratty smiles as Jungkook showed Jimin a photo of a small snowman they had dubbed, Jimin the Snowman.

“Because, you know, he’s small. Only about a foot tall. The resemblance is uncanny,” Jungkook explained, Jimin whining about not being that small in response.

When Jin’s girlfriend gathered everyone up for Secret Santa, you couldn’t help but notice how fond Jin was of his girlfriend as she joked, “We need to start the Secret Santa exchange before Hobi gets too drunk.”

Hoseok looked up wide-eyed, pointing to himself and asking, “Wait me? What?” making everyone laugh as his girlfriend giggled and patted his cheek in feigned comfort.

Even with all the commotion, your attention was always on Namjoon in these moments. Surrounded by the people he loves most, but without the responsibility of having to lead them. He could just be himself and be content. You adored the way he smiled at their silly antics, ridiculous squabbles, and playful insults, all with a shake of his head in fond acknowledgment of their idiocy.  

“Ok, this one is for Namjoon,” Jin’s girlfriend said, bringing the present over to him, kicking off the gift exchange. Namjoon had been bugging you for weeks about who your gift was for, and you had kept telling him you couldn’t tell him because then it wouldn’t be a secret. It was honestly amazing he had never considered that maybe, just maybe, your gift was for him.

Your boyfriend looked at the gift curiously as you watched him, trying to be inconspicuous. That is until Namjoon shook the damn thing, making you instinctively reach out to stop him.

Smiling, amused by himself, you rolled your eyes as he tore into the gift. You knew he’d like the gift, but you were surprised by the utterly appreciative look on his face when he pulled out the blue hand-crafted mug. “Oh my god, who did this?” He asked, though his eyes went right to you. “You?” He asked, his voice soft.

You nodded in confirmation, a small smile on your face. “This is why you were being so secretive about Secret Santa,” he realized with a big grin.

“Ok, but it’s secret Santa. Secret. Excuse the fuck out of me for following the rules,” you joked.

Leaning into you, he placed a gentle kiss to your temple, chuckling as he did so. “How did you know I wanted a new mug?” He wondered.

“You wouldn’t shut up for like two weeks after you broke yours,” you giggled. “Ah, I loved that mug, it was all homemade and so cute,” you mocked him, making everyone in the room laugh.

A blush grew on his cheeks as he admired the mug. “This is perfect,” he appreciated.

“I’m glad you think so,” you smiled shyly. “I made it,” you added, making your boyfriend pull away from you so he could look at you with his wide eyes.

“You what?” He asked, his face showing his shock.

“Yeah,” you giggled, “I took a pottery class specifically to make that for you. I’m pretty much a pro now,” you shrugged.

“Why are you so amazing?” He beamed, his dimply grin on full display for your eyes to greedily stare at and appreciate.

As the group moved onto the next gift, you leaned into your boyfriend to whisper into his ear, but not before placing a lingering kiss to his lobe. “You’re gonna feel really bad if you break this one,” you joked, “so try to control yourself, you sexy God of Destruction.”

His mouth formed into a stunning toothy smile, dimples out and a small snicker greeting your ears. “Sexy, did you say?” He gloated, ignoring the rest of your words. “Just how sexy?”

Rolling your eyes, you leaned forward to grab your drink off the table. “I’ll show you later,” you said casually, Namjoon smirking as you both distractedly turned your attention back to the gift exchange.

Sneaking a glance at your wrist, admiring the new charm, you knew in that moment how happy you both were that you decided not to leave. 

[megahologram]

Ignore | Harry Holland

A/N: cause why not, just look at those curls.

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So, I thought it'd be funny to prank Harry. He was always the prankster, along with the boys and they would always pull stupid pranks on me, making me either cry, scream or get angry. They did a killer clown prank, cheating prank, break up prank, memory loss prank and you name it, the list goes on forever. 

Harry, aka my annoying, cute boyfriend, was out with his brothers (including Harrison). I was waiting at their house since I had nothing else to do, I was with Paddy and we were watching Big Hero 6 because it was our movie. We called it that because we both loved it and every time we meet up, we would watch it together, adding new comments each and every time.

I decided to do an easy prank, ignoring Harry for 24 hours, easier said than done as they say. Paddy knew about it and he thought it was lame compared to the pranks they did on me, it was nothing. But I knew that for Harry, it was going to be the meanest prank ever lol. 

Anyways, back to the story. Paddy and I were watching our movie, talking about random things along with it. Paddy was like a younger brother I never had. Even though he was way younger than me, he's probably the smartest Holland ever, obviously his parents being the first. Suddenly, the door opened, revealing the 4 boys.

I take a deep breath, preparing myself, I turn my attention to the tv while Paddy chuckles quietly, also focusing his attention to the movie. 

"hey mate that must've been the best prank yet" Tom said as the boys laughed out loud.

"honestly, you should've seen that guys reaction" Harrison added still laughing

Minutes went by of them talking about the prank they pulled, when it quieted down, they walked into the living room, Harry sitting down next to me while the other three boys sat on the other couch. "hey guys" Tom says

"hey" me and Paddy say in unison

"hey babe" Harry says sweetly, hugging onto my waist, burying his face in my neck. 

I don't say anything, just continued to watch the movie. "what'd you do today" he asks, moving his face to rest on my shoulder, still hugging my side.

Ignored yet again.

"babe, did you hear me" 

Ignored.

"babe"

Ignored.

"babeeeee" Harry wines like a kid, pouting his lips and giving me his puppy face. Even though he was sitting beside me, I could see from the side of my eyes his cute, sad puppy eyes. 

'damn it this was going hard' I thought to myself as I decided to take it to the next level.

Without saying anything, I gently pulled away from his embrace, shifting closer to Paddy. Your gaze glides to Tom, Harrison and Sam for a second. Sam was too bothered by his phone to pay any attention, Tom had a shocked expression on his face from my attitude and Harrison seemed to enjoy everything, trying his best to hold in all the laugher that was about to escape. 

"y/n what's wrong?" Harry asks worried. Ignored again.

'shit' I thought, 'he never called me y/n, usually has a million nicknames to say before calling me y/n'

Harry gently grabs my hand, holding it gently, giving a sweet kiss on the top, "baby, please tell me what's wrong, I'm getting worried"

I pull my hand away aggressively, standing up, making my way into the kitchen. I grab myself a glass of water when I felt someone's hand on my shoulder, I gasp loudly and turn to see Harrison, "Haz, don't do that, you scared me" I say as Harrison smiles,

Harry comes inside quickly, a big smile on his face, pleased with the fact that he got his girlfriend to speak but little did he know, she was only ignoring him not anyone else. "Haz, can you tell your friend to stop screaming" I say politely, sipping on my water

Both their eyes got wide, "friend? You mean Harry" Harrison says confused

"yeah whatever his name is" I say coldly, finishing my drink and putting it in the sink and walking out of the kitchen, with them following behind me.

"did you guys have a fight or something" Harrison asks 

"no" Harry answers very quietly, almost didn't even hear it. My heart sank in, I felt so bad and Harry sounded so sad, like he was on the urge of his break point and if I say one thing to hurt him again, he'd start crying. 

I look at Paddy and see he was smiling, trying to watch the movie.

"babe" I hear Harry's voice sadly, his hot breath hitting your ear as he placed his hands around my waist, hugging me from behind, kissing lightly below my ear. "please tell me if I did anything wrong" 

"hey Paddy, go back, I missed my favourite part" I say loudly as I pulled away from him, smiling while walking over to Paddy, sitting beside him.

My eyes were focused on the tv, I didn't realize that Harry was gone, Sam ran after him while Tom and Harrison started yelling at me, asking what the hell was wrong with me. Me and Paddy looked at each other and started laughing, only for a minute because I felt really bad. We explained to Harrison and Tom about the prank and they were relieved, "that wasn't funny y/n, you really hurt him" Harrison says

"yeah and count the amount of times you guys made me cry because of your stupid pranks" I say harshly

"29, 30 if you include new year" Sam says walking in, sitting on the couch

"You been counting the amount of times I cried" I asked raising an eyebrow 

"umm no, that's weird, Harry counts actually, he wanted to make it up for the amount of times he made you cry because of his pranks, he wanted to do something big and special"

I felt tears roll down my eyes, I felt horrible now, revenge didn't go as planned.

I walk upstairs, making my way quietly to Harry's room. I hear sobbing coming from inside, I close my eyes as I tried to forgive myself for hurting him, but it was too hard. I knock on the door and a quiet, soft voice says "come in"

I open the door and meet eyes with Harry. They were blood shot red from the crying, his nose also red like Rudolph. He turns his head, facing away from me. His hands move to his face wiping his tears away. 

I walked slowly to the bed as I see him lay down in his back, pulling the covers up to his chest and starring at the ceiling. I get in under the covers, scooting closer to him, cuddling beside him. My left leg over his legs and left arm around his chest, my face nuzzled into his neck. I can tell he wanted to push me off, but he was probably scared I'd be more mad.

"I'm sorry" he said quietly after a few minutes of silence.

I stayed quiet, unable to speak and find the right words. My mind gave me millions of answers back but none that I was pleased with. 

"I know I can be annoying at times, with the pranks and just me being myself. I'm probably the worst boyfriend ever considering how many times I made you cry for my pleasure, and I'm sorry for that. It may have been a joke to me and just for fun, but I guess I got carried away and didn't stop to realize how it affected you. Forgive me babe, please" 

I signed loudly, getting up as Harry also got up. I pulled him in for a long, passionate kiss, placing my hands around his neck as his moved to my waist. I moved myself so I could sit on his lap, my legs around his sides, straddling him. 

Pulling out, breathless, I finally speak, "I'm sorry babe, I'm not mad at you for any reason what so ever. This was just a prank, revenge to get back at you for everything you did but I guess it back fired cause it hurt me more than it hurt you"

Harry pulled me in for a tight hug, nuzzling his face in my neck, "I'm just glad you're not mad" he mumbles, hugging you tighter

"harry, too tight" I say chuckling as he finally let go, "sorry"

"and I'm sorry for making you cry" I say wiping his face clean, even though it didn't have any tears. 

He leaned on to the bed rest of the bed, me still hugging on to him, head placed on his chest as we just sat there in silence, just enjoying each other's presence. 

"Sam told me you counted the amount of times you guys made me cry with your pranks" I speak lifting my head, facing him.

"yeah, I felt horrible and wanted to do something special, to make it up to you" he says as he looks down, embarrassed.

I place my hand on his chin, lift it lightly up to make him face me. "that's the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me"

He smiled as he goes in for a kiss but pulls back, he remembers something because as soon as he pulled back, he pulled the night stand drawer, grabbing a small silver rectangular box. 

"this is for you" he smiles, handing it over to me

I take it, examining it for a minute and open it carefully, inside was a silver necklace with an infinity charm.

"I know it's not original, average if you tell me but y/n, I really love you. I got an infinity 'stone' to represent our love, mostly mines, a little promise or reminder to you that I'll always love you no matter what. I know its stup-" 

"I love it and I love you" I cut him off, pulling him in for a hug.

We both hear camera clicks all of a sudden and turn our heads to see the boys, all on their phones, some where recording as you could tell (how she knew, I have no freaking idea lol, I guess that's up to your imagination), and some were taking pictures. 

"awhh that's so cutee" Sam starts as they all 'awh' in unison.

"I'm single for life" Harrison screams as everyone starts laughing.

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FIC: Not What It’s Cracked Up To Be ch.1 (baon)

Summary: Edge and Stretch are finally getting back on an even keel. Edge's broken leg is healing well, Spring is finally here and the flowers are close to blooming.

Be a shame if anything disturbed their domestic bliss.

Tags:  Spicyhoney, Kustard, Established Relationships, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Injury, Fluff, Chickens

Part of the ‘by any other name’ series.

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Stretch had always liked taking a walk on the science side. Even when he was a kid, he’d loved it, digging soggy books out of the dump that no one else wanted about exotic things like physics. Yeah, sure, he’d taken a detour for a little while in his life, spent some time as a sentry in Snowdin, but here in the Aboveground, he’d gotten back into it, reluctantly at first and then with the same enthusiasm he’d had in his striped shirt days. He loved science and experiments, coming up with theories and either proving them or setting them in the ‘learning experience’ pile.

Confirming a hypothesis, that was what he did, but even he had to admit, this was one he could've lived without. But hey, now he had empirical evidence to explain why he was never double-dog-dare ever taking Edge on the bus again.

It hadn't even been his idea. Everyone with a driver’s license was busy today so there was no one to cadge a ride from. Didn’t help that Edge wasn’t exactly great on the passenger side anyway, he took backseat driving to new and historic levels. Even Andy started getting a weird tic in his cheek the last time he gave them a lift and in the interest of not giving his best bud a stroke, when Edge suggested they take the bus to his doc’s appointment, Stretch went along with it.

Yeeeah. He’d made worse choices in his life, but this was hovering right at entering the top ten.

To begin with, it seemed like that when he made the suggestion, Edge didn’t fully realize it would require sitting on a grubby seat inhabited daily by dozens of other butts, something Stretch’s personal neat freak was not keen on exposing to his own pelvis.

But there was no way he could stand with the cast holding his leg together, that was kinda the reason they weren’t taking Edge’s car. Probably the only thing that could make the seats actually tolerable for Edge was a good power washing, but Stretch did the best he could with the baggie of antiseptic wipes he’d stashed in his backpack. That at least got Edge's nonexistent butt in the chair, even if he sat so close to the (heh) edge that one hairpin turn was gonna send him rolling across the floor.

If the universe were kinder, that probably would have been the worst of it. Stretch sat right next to his baby and held his hand for moral support, the bus route took them right past the hospital so there wasn't even a changeover. All they needed to do was sit quietly and get off at their stop. Stretch did it all the time, all by his lonesome. Easy peasy lemon squeezy.

Only, fate seemed to be in the mood for a different kind of citrus, choosing the path of difficult difficult lemon bullshit because they’d only been sitting for about five minutes when an older Human lady got on. She shuffled on over to sit right next to Edge even though there were a dozen other seats available on the bus and before the bus even pulled away, she’d started talking to him. And talked. And never actually stopped talking.

Blue once told Stretch, fondly and with only a sprinkle of salt, that when Stretch got going, he talked like he was trying to qualify for the chatter Olympics. This lady not only qualified, she’d swept away the competition and gone home with the gold.

To be fair, it was miles better than her screaming and tossing a shoe at their heads, sure, but Edge usually took a while to warm up to people as it was, especially to Humans. Considering that some Humans took one look at Edge coming their way and crossed the street? That kind didn't look at him as a person with feelings who could see them, thanks, even if Edge would never admit how much that fucking hurt, and sorry, did he say Humans? He meant assholes. Assholes saw Edge as a threat before they ever even met him.

Betty White over there wasn't at all put off by the sharp teeth and the crimson eye lights. She'd found a captive audience and watching his baby struggling to be polite while she chatted about her newest grandbaby, complete with actual photos scrounged out of her handbag, was setting off the cringe meter, big time.

About ten endless minutes in she’d shown no sign of losing steam. Stretch did make an attempt to help. His thinking was that if he moved to sit on Grandma Moses's other side, maybe she'd chat with him instead. He was pretty good at oohing and ahhing over pics of the potato babies. But the second he tried to stand, Edge's hold on his hand tightened like an iron claw, hard enough for him to feel the pinch of his sharpened fingertips even through gloves. Whether he was afraid Stretch was going to abandon him to his fate or didn't like the idea of him sitting next to unknown Humans, Stretch wasn't sure, but he wasn’t gonna argue with The Claw.

He sat back down and leaned against Edge instead, like maybe he could osmosis some soothing vibes his way. Never worked before, but hey, it was worth a shot.

Whistler’s Mom paused. “are you two boys…together?”

“Yes,” Edge said shortly. Stretch struggled not to wince as the grip on his hand dug in. The last thing he wanted was another bus fiasco. For starters, Andy wasn’t here this time to play white knight and he seriously doubted the Embassy would appreciate dealing with an all new public relations nightmare involving Edge getting into a street fight with an octogenarian.

So, Stretch put on his very best hundred-watt smile and leaned around his husband to shine it towards the old lady. “yes, ma’am, we’re married.”

He expected maybe a little outrage; he and Edge pretty obviously identified as male and Humans could be, ah, tetchy about that. Enough offense and maybe she’d go move to sit up at the front of the bus. But Queen Elizabeth over there just beamed happily, clasping her hands to her chest. “Isn’t that nice! You two make a lovely couple, aren’t your rings beautiful! Have you been together long? Ah, you’re newlyweds, aren’t you, I can tell!”

Next to him, the tension was slowly draining out of Edge, his kung fu grip loosening. Stretch lowered the wattage on his smile to merely friendly levels and asked, “how’s that, ma’am?”

She gave them a watery-eyed wink, “To begin with, you’re still holding hands.”

That was about all it took to tenderize Edge’s steak. He still didn’t chat, but he didn’t look like he was about to throw himself out of a window at any given moment, piece by piece if necessary, and that was a hell of an improvement.

By the time they’d gotten off the bus, Beatrice had shared a recipe for strudel that Edge promised to try and Stretch somehow ended up wearing a new knitted hat topped with a bright pink pompom, because in the words of the immortal Beatrice, he was too skinny and he might catch cold in the bright spring weather. He had a feeling if she could’ve smuggled him home in her handbag, he’d be holed up right now in a cozy kitchen mainlining soup made with fresh noodles and no amount of protesting that skeletons kinda couldn’t get fattened up would save him.

“see, babe,” Stretch teased, handing over his crutches once Edge made it down the stairs back to earth. He waited until the bus was out of sight, taking Beatrice with it, before taking off the hat and adding it to his backpack stash. “take the bus a few more times and pretty soon you’ll have as many friends as i do.”

“I’d rather strip naked and run a marathon through a pack of hungry dogs,” Edge told him feelingly.

Yeah, okay, that one made Stretch burst out into unexpected laughter. He was still chuckling as they headed into the doctor’s office. “i swear, babe, no one ever believes me when i tell them you’re hilarious.”

“That wasn’t humor,” Edge said dryly as he crutched along, “that was a promise.”

The appointment itself was the usual doctor bullshit, starting with an endless fifteen-minute wait before the doc even came in the room, long enough for Stretch to inspect every drawer and jar in the room before Edge told him to sit down. Which, yeah, okay, it was his appointment and fidgeting around the room probably wasn’t doing much for any anxiety Edge had.

Not that he looked like he had much and Stretch honestly envied Edge’s ability to seem coolly serene in any given situation. It was less appealing that the skill made it impossible for Stretch to know if he was genuinely relaxed or hiding it from the world, but eh, that much he was used to. He could read his baby like a well-loved book, but damn if the cover wasn’t inscrutable some days.

By the time the doc came in, Stretch was ready to vibrate out of his damn shoes, but he kept his trap shut and let the doctor do his job. Highly trained professionals, he’d told Edge, who knew what they were doing, and Stretch could do healing magic but that was his limit. The fine tuning was up to the guys with the stethoscopes.

So he played on his phone, messed around on twitter, kept one suspicious auditory canal tuned in to make sure that the doc didn’t have any strong opinions on how Edge was healing up. In less time than they’d spent waiting, the cast was removed, cut right through the drawing of Undyne flexing, and the doc was checking the bones out, making positive little sounds as he poked and prodded.

That got his reluctant curiosity going and left him torn between getting a look at what he hadn’t yet seen or waiting a little longer for the scars to fade.

He hadn’t chosen a side by the time Edge decided for him, “It’s fine, love, have a look if you want.”

The doc obligingly stepped back and let him take a peek at what the cast was hiding. Even if the freshly healed breaks weren’t still chalky-rough, he would have been able to pick them out of a line up. He knew every scar on Edge’s bones, knew how they felt beneath his fingers, knew which ones were sensitive and which had little feeling to them at all.

Edge was right, they weren’t bad, all things considered. Tori must’ve poured on the healing because the scars weren’t much more than hairline fractures. A lot of hairline fractures, too many, and Stretch blinked hard, turning away to flump back into his chair. Way too many fucking scars, his leg must’ve been…it must’ve…

He probably wasn’t hiding his upset very well, his poker face wasn’t up to standards these days, because the doctor said, gently, “He’s healing very well. A few more weeks and he should be able to resume his normal routine.”

They both seemed to be waiting for some kind of answer from him, so Stretch slumped back into his chair and muttered, “that’s good.”

He pulled out his lighter, flicking it absently through his fingers, listening to the rhythmic clicking of metal against bone as the doc stepped up again.

Pretty quickly Edge was Velcro-ed into a sort of boot that went up to his knee and sternly told not to stand more than two hours at a time, ice it at night, yadda yadda, it was all on the instruction sheet. He went from crutches to a cane and they’d be sending him one of those knee scooters for when he went back to the Embassy. That was a photo opportunity waiting to happen.

The ride home was a lot less eventful. The only other person on the bus for most of the trip was a Human that Stretch only knew in passing and they were eating a sandwich so aggressively that Stretch was afraid to get too close, lest he get sucked into the chomping vacuum.

Edge didn’t talk and Stretch kept busy on his phone, ignoring the quiet of the bus around them. Stretch usually wore headphones when he rode the bus, he had about fifty different podcasts he listened to and Cabinet of Curiosities just released a new one today. He didn’t feel like listening right now though and if anyone told him an hour ago he’d be missing Beatrice’s chatter, he’d have told them to retune their Ouija board.

The only real transfer was from the bus proper to the New New Home shuttle and they were the only Monsters on it except for the driver.

“hey, angela, you know why you’re the best driver?” Stretch asked cheerfully when they got to the stop. He didn’t wait for her to answer. “it’s ‘cause you’re so good at telling people where to get off!”

Angela rolled her eye, “Sans told me that one last week.”

“of course he would,” Stretch sighed, “sans is never short for time when it comes to a joke.” That one got him a chuckle from Angela and a sigh from Edge as she shooed them out the doors. Before he could take so much as a step towards home, Edge had him by the arm, tugging him over to sit on the nearby bench.

“wha…you okay?” Stretch blurted. The anxiety that was slowly easing ramped it back up to high. As far as he saw, Edge was walking pretty well with his new gear, but maybe— “is it hurting, do you need to rest a minute? i can call the doc, hang on…”

Edge gently stopped him from scrambling for his phone, shaking his head. “I’m fine, love. I’m more concerned about whether you’re okay.”

It would’ve been easy to tell him yep, sure, 100%, doing great. Dig up another 100-watt smile out of his reserves in a lie that Edge wouldn’t believe. Instead, he slumped, leaning against Edge’s side and letting his skull drop on his shoulder. “can’t fool you, huh.”

“I don’t want you to fool me,” Edge told him. He reached up, his gloved fingers gentle against Stretch’s cheek bone, his jaw line. “I want to know when you’re upset. Even if I can’t really help, I at least want to know.”

Stretch sighed heavily. “i’m okay. no, really,” he insisted when Edge made a skeptical sound. “i’m just…i don’t like to see you hurt.”

Edge shifted and there was the light touch of a kiss being pressed to his skull. “If it’s any consolation, I don’t really like being hurt. I’ve been injured in the past, you know that, but this is my first experience at being off my feet for so long and I hate it,” Edge said, frankly. “I don’t like not being able to go through my normal routine, whether it’s my work at the Embassy or simply baking bread, I don’t like being—” he hesitated, then, softer, “vulnerable. I don’t like feeling as if I can’t keep you safe.”

The last was said at a mere whisper, a confession Stretch hadn’t expected, and he sat up, wrapping both arms around Edge and held him tight. They sat like that for a while, arms around each other with spring sunshine pouring down over them and Stretch loved him, so, so damn much.

He could hear someone walking up the street, probably heading to wait for the shuttle, and Stretch reluctantly drew back, pausing to press a light kiss against Edge’s cheek bone. “welp, you’re a couple steps further along in getting back on your feet, anyway. what’re you gonna do first?”

He was kinda expecting a shower. Edge never complained but it was hard not to notice that he didn’t enjoy wrapping up in plastic like last night’s leftovers. But Edge was packed with the unexpected today so Stretch was a little surprised when he said, “I’d like to work on my garden. Spring planting isn’t for a little while yet, but my perennials will be coming up and I need to clean out the winter detritus.”

Yeah, okay, that sort of made sense. May as well get as dirty as possible before hitting the suds. They made their way back to the house, a little slower than Stretch’s preferred pace but not by much. Stretch went in the house and aside from Edge taking him on a quick field trip outside for an informational lecture on the different flowers that were already starting to spring out of the ground, he left his honey to get to the gardening. And if he was keeping an eye on the clock to make sure Edge didn’t go over the two-hour mark, eh, Edge said from the start he was going to follow the doctor’s orders. Stretch was only helping him keep a promise.

It was closing in on an hour-fifty when the unexpected knock came from the front door. That had Stretch curious; Edge was in the front yard, any visitors would be bypassing him, so who would be coming specifically to see Stretch?

Welp. There was only one way to find out.

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Just a little bit of your heart (Part 2) - Bucky Barnes

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader   (Frat!Bucky)

Warnings: Slow burn, college au, eventual smut, references to and implied sex, swearing.

Summary: Bucky is Steve’s wild off the rails room mate who sleeps with lots of people. The reader is Steve’s best friend since birth and has been in love with him just as long. Steve starts dating and the reader goes to Bucky with a plan; to wing man each other with the aim of getting Bucky a serious girlfriend and the reader someone to mess around with.

A/N: Prologue is in my masterlist in my bio, I would recommend to read it before this x

Prologue  // Part 1 //  Part 2

Saturday 1st September 

Y/n hung up the phone to her flat mate Natasha as apartment number 6 came into her view. It was Saturday, her and Steve’s dedicated day. Yet she was suddenly nervous about spending time with him, she still held a small amount of anger towards him for leaving her alone at the frat party the previous weekend. He had gone against the rules of friendship by leaving her there alone, not knowing that she had gotten home safely. 

 It had been fairly quiet from Steves side that week and she assumed It was because he was to busy with Sharon and to blindsided to notice the fact Y/n was upset with him. However, she knew it was vital not to bring it up, it would only cause an argument and push him further away and towards Sharon, she was in a vital and important part of a friendship that now had the potential to decline if either one of them started an argument. 

Y/n took a deep breath, telling herself to knock on the door, she had done it plenty of times before so why was she struggling so much in that moment just to lift her arm up. 

 She was being silly, she new that. Steve was her best friend and no matter what they would always be an important part of each others lives. 

They would be fine and she needed to stop overthinking. Y/n knocked on the door, hearing shuffling behind it and the sound of Steve's voice getting closer. It sounded as if he was on the phone, which was confirmed when Steve opened the door with a grin on his face as his eyes met hers.

 He waved silently in greeting, ushering her in as he spoke into his phone , motioning with his hands that he would be 2 minutes. 

 "Hey Bucky" Y/n spoke, walking over to where he sat at the kitchen island, hunched over and tapping on his laptop keyboard. 

 "Hey Y/n. How're you holding up?" He asked pausing and diverting his attention from his screen to her. 

 "Yeah, good, I'm good, you?" 

 "Same old same old" he muttered tiredly.

 "Whose he on the phone to?" She asked, not being able to help herself. She could already tell who it was.

 "Take one guess" 

 "Sharon?" she asked knowingly, the dreaded feeling of her stomach falling to her feet arose, just like it had been recently whenever the woman name was mentioned.

 Bucky nodded staring at her and inspecting the blank look on her face for a reaction. He turned his attention back to his laptop as Steve said his  goodbye and hung up.

 "Hey Y/n" he spoke cheerily. "How's your week been?" 

 "It's been fine" she shrugged "average you know" 

 "Yeah?" He spoke, an odd look on his face.

 "Yeah?...What?... Why are you looking at me like that?" She asked, the look was giving her anxiety, panic setting in. 

 "Sharon said you've been the talk around campus this week" Steve voiced. Bucky spun round in his chair, now facing the both of them and shooting y/n a look of confusion. He hadn’t heard any gossip or talk around campus.

 "Me?" She asked shocked, panic arising once more, a dizzying overwhelming feeling of uncertainty and fear passing over, she was never the talk of campus, many people didn’t really know who she was, except for being Steve’s friend. "why?"

 "Travis Mills... That ring any bells?" Steve asked. Bucky's jaw clenched at the mention of his name. 

"What about him?"Bucky asked butting in and  tying hard not to glare at Steve, wishing he would stop being cryptic and just damn well tell them.

 "People saw the two of them talking at the party last week. Travis has apparently taken a liking to her" Steve said shrugging as he was just relaying what Sharon had said. 

 "He's creepy" y/n spoke remembering how uncomfortable she was in his presence before Bucky saved her. 

“Yeah, well you should stay away from him" Steve spoke. "I've heard bad things"

 Y/n wanted to tell him that Bucky beat him too it, already warning her. She wanted Steve to know it was partly his fault for leaving her there that night, she never would have bumped into Travis if Steve had stayed or taken her home with them. 

 "Yeah, so have I" she settled with saying, disguising the bitterness in her voice. Steves phone rang through the apartment, the noise shrill and offensive and Y/n did not have a good feeling about it when Steve rushed to pick it up. 

 "Hey babe what's wrong?"he asked, eyes quickly flickering to Y/n as the term left his lips. She looked away, pretending not to listen in, ears straining hard to try and hear Sharon on the other line, but all she could hear was a rushing mumble. 

 "Oh no- are you okay? Oh doll, listen I'll be there in 10 okay, yeah? I'll see you soon" he said hanging up. "Shit y/n, I'm so sorry to do this but I have to go. Sharon really needs me.” 

 I really need you too- y/n thought but discarded it, instead nodding up at him.

 "Okay... That's fine. I hope she's okay" y/n said. 

 "Thank you doll" The words doll didn't sound as beautiful to her as they had previously, they didn’t make her stomach flutter like normal. She thought that was a name only reserved and special to her, but hearing Steve call someone else it, she suddenly felt dirty. 

 He was out of the apartment in a flash, Y/n staring after him with a sour look on her face. 

 “You coming out with me tonight then?” Bucky turned round to ask, having just witnessed everything. “Unless our deals off” 

They had said they would start that weekend. Y/n thought about it, almost forgetting they had made a deal. She was never this kind of girl. Never one to go out with the sole purpose of finding someone to bring back home.

But Steve had left a gaping hole that was expanding every day and if she didn’t try to patch it up soon, she feared she wouldn’t ever have the capacity to move on. 

“You’re on, I’ll be the best wing woman you’ve ever had” she spoke with a fake confidence. 

 “yeah?” he asked softly, cocking his eyebrow in surprise at her little challenge “and I’ll be the best wing man you’ve ever had” he said, his lips tugging up in a smirk.

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“How about her?” Y/n spoke, leaning towards Bucky slightly, so he could hear her over the loud music in the bar. Y/n cocked her head in the direction of a pretty blonde who was about to walk past them. 

“She’s cute” Bucky spoke, eyeing the woman up, following her movements as she was about to pass them. Before she did, Y/n took Bucky by surprise, leaning out slightly to tap the girl on the arm. 

The woman looked at her with a polite smile as Y/n shocked Bucky once again by easily flowing into conversation. 

“Oh my gosh” Y/n spoke to her “I absolutely love your dress, I've been looking for one just like it for ages! Where did you get it from if you don’t mind me asking?” 

Bucky watched as the two girls conversed, his mouth open slightly at how quickly Y/n could hold a conversation with a stranger, he had never pinned her as the out going, confident kind of girl and he knew it was a front.

“This is my friend Bucky” Y/n suddenly threw into the conversation. “Bucky, this is...”

“Amanda” the girl spoke softly, a blush forming on her cheeks as Bucky smirked up at her. 

“Hi” He spoke, pulling his most charming smile. Y/n could tell why so many women had fallen charm to Bucky. All he had to do was flash a smile and they became weak at the knees. 

“Anyway, I need to pop to the ladies room, you can keep Bucky company while I'm gone” she spoke, smiling at the both of them, half in achievement and half in politeness. 

“Sure, that would be great” Bucky spoke “I’ll get you a drink” he said getting the bar tenders attention. 

Y/n hopped of the bar stool with one last look to Bucky who gave a small nod which she returned, allowing Amanda to take a seat, before she left to the toilets. 

Upon returning, she saw Bucky and Amanda deep in conversation, smiling and laughing with each other. She was proud of her work, but couldn’t help but feel that Bucky had not kept his side of the bargain, a little bitter that she had nothing to do now. But she decided to let him off tonight, it was only the first night of whatever this agreement was.

Y/n knew she should hang around, just to make sure Bucky didn’t leave with Amanda. Knowing his normal routine and how It would not be helping him clean up his act. She sat herself across from them, the other side of the bar so she could keep an eye. 

“Here” one of the bar tenders had pushed a drink towards her “It’s on the house” he spoke Kindly, his smile soft. 

“why?” Y/n asked, looking up at him for the first time. He was cute, definitely her type.

“You look like you could use it, seeing as your date is now chatting up that blonde” he spoke gesturing towards Bucky and the girl. 

“Ohh, no no... he’s - uh he’s not my date. That’s just one of my friends, I'm kind of helping him to - well to find someone” she spoke, not really knowing how to explain it. Truth was she didn’t even really know Bucky and didn’t know whether they could even consider each other as friends.

“Right. I see what’s going on” the bar tender spoke, nodding his head slyly and knowingly. 

“What?” she asked confused at the look he was giving her. 

“You’re in love with him” he spoke out right. 

Y/n’s eyes widened as she burst out laughing. 

“God no. I barely know him” she said, smiling at the thought and the confused look the bar tender had, she had just told him they were friends so she could understand why he was looking at her that way.

“it’s kind of complicated” she shrugged “ Basically he’s my best friends room mate and we made a deal with each other.” she explained. 

“What kind of deal?” he asked curious, a teasing smile adorning his features. 

“Okay, don’t judge because I'm really never this kind of girl, but If  I help him clean up his act and get a girlfriend, he’ll wing man me every so often so I can have meaningless sex with strangers to get over the person I’ve been in love with since I was 3” she said bluntly. 

“wow” he spoke. “so you’re basically swapping places with him then?” 

“ No” she frowned. 

“well it sounds like it” he said pulling the same confused face. 

“I guess it is, but I'm not emotionally stunted like him and I don’t want to become like that” she defended. 

“Right... so you just want... casual hookups and meaningless sex?” he concluded, watching her intently as she nodded. “I'm Ollie, by the way” 

“Y/n” 

“well, Y/n.” he spoke softly ,looking down at his watch “I finish in 2 minutes, so if you’re looking for a casual hook up, I'm available” he said, staring at her as he took in her surprised face at his offer. It was very forward, but she had been just as forward by explaining her whole situation to someone she had just met. 

“You mean that?” she asked, hoping he wasn’t just winding her up. 

“Yeah I do” he spoke. “I’m not that kind of guy either...” he spoke, and it reassured her. She didn’t know if she should trust him so easily, but thinking about it, he was having to trust her too. “ I’ll let you think about it, I’ll be 5″ he said “no pressure though, I don’t mind if you don’t want to, we can just go get some food or something” he said, putting down his bar rag and giving her one last smile,  then disappearing out of the back room. 

Y/n stared at the counter top in thought. This is what she wanted. He was her type, he was looking for the same kind of thing, a one night stand. It was perfect. Her eyes flickered across the bar to meet Bucky’s eyes. He smiled softly at her, indicating he had seen her interaction with the bar tender and could tell what was going to go down.

Ollie returned 5 minutes later, standing beside her with a black leather jacket now wrapped around himself. 

“so?” He asked. 

“Your place or mine?” she asked. 

“Mines just round the corner.” he spoke, his hand reaching out to brush hers teasingly. 

This was by far the most irresponsible thing she had ever done. But a nod from Bucky across the other side of the room encouraged her, reminding her of the heart breaking despair of Steve and Sharon. 

She really needed to do this for herself. So she went home with him and every touch of Ollie’s body on hers made her forget more and more about Steve every second. The softness of his kisses against her bare shoulder, and the steady thrust of his hips against hers made her forget about the reality and pain of being in love with her best friend.

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[classic80sand90smovieloves2]

Meeting and Dating Dwayne

(Not my gif)(Requested by like three anonymous askers)

(Sorry if these suck its hard to write for someone who has like no lines)

- You met Dwayne on the boardwalk, the only place anyone has a chance of actually seeing the vamps. Laddie had ran past and knocked the bag out of your hands. As you were picking up everything that had spilled out, two more hands came to help you.

- When you looked up, voila, there he was in all his glory. You realized the boy was with him after he turned around and told him to apologize. You brushed off the apology with a smile, thanked the man and quickly retreated back into the crowd nervously.

- Dwayne decided that he needed to have you the moment he watched you practically run from him, a flustered look on your face and the sound of your quickened heartbeat racing in his ears.

- The two of you bump into each other again later that night.

“...Hi.” He’s never been much of a talker has he.

- The two of you share a small laugh and talk for a little bit before you have to go. As you go to walk off, he stops you and asks if you’d like to go out with him sometime. Because you’re a normal person with a functioning brain, you obviously agree to see him again. 

- He takes you to the movies because he doesn’t trust his people/conversation skills. He’s somewhat shy when it comes to new people, especially when he’s alone with them and they’re as pretty as you. You take notice of the fact but to you, it’s kind of sweet and endearing. It’s nice to think that you have some sort of effect on the man who looks like he’s jumped straight out of a magazine.

- You guys keep looking over at each other more interested in the beauty beside you than the actual movie. You end up making out after thirty minutes of “watching” the film. It’s hard not to make out with someone who is just so kissable but I digress

- After that you continue to see each other. You would kiss and all that but he would also sometimes disappear for a day or two and sometimes more with no warning leaving you wondering if he was alive or not or if he really cared about you.

- You guys never put a label on what you had so you didn’t feel like you could really say anything about it or demand to know where he was going. You had fun with him when you did see him so you just tried to enjoy the time you spent with him and told yourself that you you guys weren't serious and that you shouldn't waste your time thinking about “what you guys are”.

- That is until your friends ask about him and whether you’re dating him or anyone else, you can’t exactly say you are since you don’t know so they try and set you up with someone else.

- Dwayne comes to visit you while you’re getting ready for your date and it’s obviously awkward when you have to explain where you’re going and why you’re so dressed up.

- You guys start to argue after he gets angry and when your date comes he straight up goes to the door and tells him to get the fuck off the property before closing the door and pulling you into a kiss.  

“I don’t know if you were confused or what but you’re mine. So you never pull that shit again or else I’ll do more then just scare them away.”

- He’s not entirely romantic but you can’t complain, not many guys are but at least you can say Dwayne has his moments.

- He’s a bit temperamental. He’s quick to anger but hides it behind his usual stoic expression although now you’re an expert at spotting when his body tenses up and his jaw clenches. 

- Jealous as hell, Paul makes fun of him for it and uses it against him when he’s bored and wants some entertainment.

- Though guys don’t really dare try to flirt with you anymore considering your brooding boyfriend is always behind you or at your side but there’s always a time when you’re “alone” and a guy will approach.

- You’ll be talking to a random guy in a completely polite and platonic manner while Dwayne’s watching on like a hawk as per usual. Paul will them proceed to stroll up beside him and trie to start shit.

“Damn do you see the way he’s looking at her Dwayne?”

“What are you talking about Paul?”

“Well man I’m just saying I would never let a guy look at my girl like that. I’d punch the guys lights out but obviously you’re more patient, trusting ... or just dumb.”

- He probably ends up fighting the guy later because Paul provoked him. You have to sit down and scold Paul because he knows damn well what he did.

- If you work a night shift he is always visiting you, he says he’s just hanging around the boardwalk and decided to drop by.

- You probably find out that he’s a vampire like months into the relationship. He probably doesn’t even tell you, you find out from him baring his teeth at some drunk guy who smacked your ass.

- You spend the rest of the night inspecting his face and teeth while he tries to explain it. He’s kind of scared that you’ll decide you can’t be with him because of the whole vampire thing. 

- Intense and rough kisses, he either holds your face or your neck when you kiss.

- He’ll never admit it but he lets out soft moans when you kiss.

- It’s a very intimate and heavy experience, he’s one hell of a kisser and can get you to the point where you feel addicted to him.

- Motorcycle rides, he grabs your ass when he’s helping you onto his bike.

- Night time beach dates with bonfires. You cuddle into his side and watch the stars while listening to the crackling of the fire.

- He loves playing with your hair while you guys lay together, you can hear the slight jingle of his bracelets as his hand moves around your head.

- Wearing his jewelry, he’ll sometimes tell you to keep it when he sees the look on your face when you put it on and the way it looks on you. 

- Head kisses, usually right at your hairline or on the top of your head. 

- Finger guns

- Constant winking

- He’s like shirtless 24/7. Does he own a shirt? You don’t know.

- It’s sometimes annoying because girls ogle the hell out of him (who wouldn’t). He giggles in a manly way when you get jealous, he thinks it’s the cutest thing in the world when you usher him away from girls

 “You know I only like you baby.”

- He’d let you put makeup on him. He wears eyeliner himself and is surprisingly good with makeup.

- He also likes doing your makeup, he loves that he can be so close and have an excuse to touch and look at your face.

- You’re usually the one who initiates any affection. He does actually love when your touching on and kissing him especially when you do it to try and cheer him up. 

- He feels like he can let his guard down around you and open up more than he ever has with anybody.  

- He has never really felt this way about anyone else and he tells you this every so often.

- It’s his way of saying I love you but with more meaning.

- He feels like ‘I love you’ is really cliche and meaningless a lot of the time but if you want to say or want him to he will.

- You’re one of the things that makes him smile the most.

-  His laugh can heal people.

- Loves when you straddle him and kiss his jaw and neck. 

- Since he likes it so much he does the same thing to you. You can’t say that you don’t like it because lets be honest you do. A lot.

- Husky whispers in your ear or while your faces are close together.

- Little gifts from street vendors, you have a little key chain with your initials on it that he randomly got you one night. 

- Thinks it’s impossible to get and stay mad at you. The instant he sees your sad face or hears an apology he forgives you he just can’t stand to see you upset. 

- Paul teases him for this as well but he once saw you when you were upset and has never felt the same ever since. 

- He can’t stand when your mad at him because he barely sees you as is and if you’re trying to avoid or ignore him how is he gonna spend some quality time with you. He’s very dramatic about this.

- Has literally stood outside your door knocking and calling for you until sunrise where you had to let him in so he didn’t fucking die. You finally talk and he apologizes while your checking that he’s not burnt to shit. 

- You threaten to actually burn him if he ever does that again and he just kisses you; happy that you’ve forgiven him.

- He’s always looking out for you and making sure you’re safe

- He actually likes watching romcoms with you because he can see what you wish a guy would do for you. He takes notes ladies and he’ll become your’re ideal man. 

- He calls you babe, sweetheart and hon.

- Couldn’t care less about stretch marks, he actually prefers them. He thinks they’re cool like they’re some type of tattoo.

- Staying up so you can see him.  He tells you that you should really be sleeping but makes no move to leave or take you home.

- He’s stayed at your house during the day at least once, you spend it cuddled up in a dark room watching movies and enjoying the serenity. 

- You surprise him with a room with blocked out windows and his heart melts when you ask him if it could work. 

- He’s ready to die for you no joke. 

- He mostly tries to keep you away from the guys, he knows they aren’t the safest or most trustworthy company. 

- You are the friendliest with Paul out of all the guys, he’s the most easygoing and least ready to fight or kill you. He’s also borderline the only one Dwayne is slightly okay with you hanging out with.  

- You only really met them because they found out about you and took it upon themselves to come to your work and introduce themselves. Dwayne could actually feel his heart drop when you told him. 

- You don’t get why he doesn’t want you hanging out with them. They were only ever nice to you, slightly threatening but nice. 

- He’s just trying to keep you safe and happy for as long as possible before you have to really make the decision between vampire or human.

- He’s willing to get married but would most likely want a small wedding with only close friends and family. 

- He’s obviously good with kids. He wouldn’t mind stealing one and raising it with you.

- He might not be the easiest to date but he definitely makes it worth the trouble.

[tongue-tied-ties]

I finally got through all 200,000 words of that freaking epilogue and GOD HAVE MERCY I SHOULD HAVE WENT CANDY AND THEN MEAT.

Overall though, I like it. I like it alot! I mean there are some things I feel weird about which like.......aren’t the things everyone else feels weird about apparently.

SPOILERS BELOWWWWW~!!!!

So it’s alot easier to get out of the way what I am weirded out about than to explain the many things I did like. 

- I feel weird about the xenophobia thing and how it’s being treated. Like it’s being treated like a huge issue but like non-issue all at once?? I guess that’s because from John’s perspective he’s just too busy being weirded out or suffering to truly get involved. Like I sincerely hope nobody on the team thinks standing by in a situation like this is a valid stance in any way. But it also happens in real life so like, I get it. I think this bothers me because these kids were heroes. But also they were heroes out of necessity and because they were main characters. Like that’s honestly it. They had a mission and fulfilled it and they were hailed as heroes.

- Hussie presenting xenophobia as both a joke and a serious issue and sometimes it’s hard to tell what position the comic is trying to take which makes me uncomfortable. 

- I think it’s in character, but I hate that Karkat alone had to defend himself every time Jane was being the #worstTM. I hate that Roxy just standing by knowing good and well these are the stakes every single time was never fully addressed. I wish somebody sat our beautiful bae Roxy to let them know that like this is shitty too?? Like you saying this is simply politics when a literal extinction is happening is shitty why didn’t anyone tell them that in stone cold, super serious terms for the love of GOD it bothered me so much. 

- Alright anytime Dirk used any sort of like reddit NiceGuy Are you triggeredTM 4-chan bullshit language it turned me all the way off. Like incel, beta, cuck?? Misgendering our void icon?? Yea. Cancelled but also not cancelled because I haven’t been this shook or excited over a villain in so long.

- Gamzee. Just...yikes all around. I’m not sure how I feel.

- JAKE DESERVED BETTER. HE REALLY FREAKING DID JUST SAYING. JAKE DIDNT DESERVE THIS MADNESS. Omfg i never hated anyone as much as I did Dirk when he snapped Jake’s psyche in half forcing him to love Dirk. It was so fucking iconic though and I’m still mad y’all. So many feelings. Oh god and when Jane like........did him wrong?? What le fuck? Jake i’ll be your friend, come here mate. Please let me hug my boi who I didn’t stan before but i stan now.

- Those kids.....I love those kids give them a good future, please. I’m begging hussie let John be a good father.

- I think the kids grew because they were with each other, and they fact they didn’t stay together and let each other be isolated kinda makes this make sense to me but it does feel like with some characters the growth went out the window. But also....people can regress especially if they stop after like one epiphany or whatever, so I see how this happened.

- Dave redirecting what should have been the core political issue (freaking extinction/controlled population of exclusively the trolls) to the economy every single time. Like Dave baby you were never the most racially sensitive dude (coming from a black girl who watched you say negrocity, call black people not shining shoes revolutionary (which could be read as irony in context but still) in the same rap, which, YIKES!) but like try please?? Hussie freaking fix this.

- I oddly feel weird about them getting rid of their flesh bodies for their ultimate forms and I’m not sure why but I honestly don’t want all bots. I can’t even explain that in a way that makes sense.

- Jade. Like....everything she did was a big yikes and honestly I’m reading the main story again to see if there was a character trait that led to her behavior. Cuz Dirk literally always had an overbearing personality and it was never truly addressed leading to what happened. Jane never really stopped with the whole business and control thing and she never really seemed to care for the trolls one way or another so I can kinda see it.

- Honestly?? I’m happy for the form of happiness that some characters had but MAN was it just the slowest most excruciating march towards that end. In candy, it felt like I was literally feeling John’s twilight-zone stir-crazy rise up in me as I read through. I think a “benefit” from reading Meat first is that like.....damn I ended up agreeing with Dirk. Like all of this shit was largely avoided and addressed sooner when Dirk was in charge and I hate/love that I’m saying this! Like what the hell y’all that's so brilliant to me. In Meat, I just.....wanted them to be free to make their own choices and when I was nearing the end in Candy, I realized they weren’t so damn isolated and I was happy that some of them finally got to heal.

To segue into I liked it starts on the same point my dislikes end.

 - I felt so frustrated by everything that was happening which.....dear God is great writing because if I was John feeling this for years instead of the solid day it took me to get through Candy I’d be handling it way worse than John. I almost wished that Dirk would come in and take charge because they were just.....fucking up on every level. With Meat, I wanted what was in Candy and I wanted them to have their fucking free will to choose instead of these awful circumstances Dirk forced them to be in.

- DAVE. DAVE. DAVE. Fuck I love dave just so much, he felt the most home to me the entire time. When he fought back in Meat to make his own choices I was so proud of him. When he decided to join the revolution I was proud of him, when he finally admitted he was gay I was proud of him. When he just existed and seriously thought about what he wanted and needed to work through he felt like he authentically was trying to figure himself out the entire time in both Meat and Candy and I was so proud of him. Honestly will always have my heart.

- NUBS MCSHOUTY. From awkward bottom to rebel leader he is just a breath of fresh air every time he speaks because it is always a freaking mood. LIke yes, the extinction of your people is awful and you should say it. Yes, people who stand by and just sidetrack the conversation into semantics is awful and you should freaking say it. Yes! Yes! Yes! omfg. YOU ABSOLUTE FREAKING ICON

- Dirk. I.....ugh I know this is controversial but I love everything that happened. Our Dear walking God complex becomes literal God and it all goes to hell. Our friend the control freak, controlling the narrative when he reaches his ultimate form. Ou dear Dirk who always needs something to fix horribly fixes the narrative. When he revealed himself and said “but you already know that don’t you” in his iconic yellow text color me FREAKIN SHOOK. Like literary reveal of the gods (specifically this god ha). Nothing will shake me the same holy shit I was horrified and the horror never stopped. Omfg shook Dirk just freaking shook. So since I read meat first I was like “holy cow was he always like this?” But like, the one dirk that was decent freaking killed himself with his last wish being for relevance and like.....of course he’s like this?? It’s Hal, Caliborn, ARDirk, Brain Ghost Dirk and Dirk One who honestly was only half decent most of the time. All of these pretentious beings in one? Oh yea edge lord self masturbatory train dead ahead. AND I LOVED IT, the absolute fear and horror as he took the narrative back from Calliope was horrifying, his increasing disdain after the reveal, the moment he forced Jake to fuck everything up for the resistance was ICONIC oh my god I was so here. I was loving it so much I was scared I was being controlled by Dirk.

- Jake was always passive and like.....it manifested so bad. I mean I thought he stepped up when he finally, defeated the felt crew but like....of course, one battle isn’t going to solve a lifetime of posing and passivity. I don’t know why I never considered the horrible implications. I do wish he grew a full spine in one of the epilogues.

- Regardless of how I perceived her in canon, Epilogue!Jane was never painted as a hero ever. THANK GOD cuz Epilogue Jane is doing some really bad stuff.

- Roxy - our voidey babe exploring their gender identity and deciding in both that they don’t care for their assignment in some way, valid. Having all stages of their identity and the stages respected (in what I viewed as a great and fully addressed way as a cis black girl) is surprisingly refreshing when I look at Roxy alone and not the transphobic stuff Dirk was doing which was icky and Caliborn-ish.

- Rose and Kanaya being happy in Candy. Like it seemed so OOC but Rose also was literally dealing with something that ENTIRE TIME. When she was little it was the alcoholism of her mother, when she was in paradox space it was from horror demons to literal death, to life-threatening situations to being the seer she needed, to her own substance problem etc etc. Being non-essential freed her from that and we got to witness her still be the badass, freedom fighter she became. And I just love the thing she chose without needing to, without absolute necessity, was to raise their daughter AND fully immerse themselves in troll revolution against an oppressive regime. Fuck yes Rose, you deserve some fucking peace without debilitation or circumstance. Rose in Meat shall never be spoken of because that is so so so sad honestly. She was dying and like...Dirk took advantage of that which is tactically freaking genius considering Rose is usually who can pull these dorks together into action but damn Dirk.

- Fuck you know what I’m gonna say it. Dirk is the best villain holy shit he is honestly, truly smart and manipulative and somehow charming in this sick sick way God I hate/love him right now. I’m.....omfg still shook.

- I honestly just loved how intertwined it is, how twilight-zone/gritty it felt. Every literary craving I didn’t know I was having was fed and in the best/worst way. I’m hooked and here for wherever this is going. Also, I typed it above and I’ll type it again. I didn’t realize it but these kids, while they ascended as Gods were not heroes. I don’t think the kids really cared about their denizens much ever in canon. They fulfilled their mission and we handed them the hero stamp because we’ve followed their story. They are simply people who had a mission to fulfill and did that mission in whatever capacity you choose. They are ultimately really flawed human beings who were traumatized to hell and back with no real devices on how to deal with it properly. Of course, when you give flawed humans God powers, a world to rule over and nobody really holding anyone accountable bad things are bound to happen. They grew because they were in a situation where they had to and they were removed too soon for them to keep that growth. Fanfic or not, canon or not, essential or not, I think these are valid outcomes, within the context of who they are.

[ducktales-wco-oo]

[Steelbeak @ Bushroot - aflockoffeathers] ❛ you should be kissed — and often — and by someone who knows how. ❜ (casually just gonna yeet this in here :'D )

- ✩ { @aflockoffeathers​​ } ✩

{ ☆ } Reggie had liked Steelbeak from the start. From the first moment the rooster politely spoke to him, had gotten close without even seeming to bat an eye at the plant-duck’s appearance or at the enthusiastic way he’d explained his plans... Steelbeak had been so patient, so civil and understanding and- and NICE. Reggie hasn’t had much experience with people being nice. Granted, the other male is a villain— technically he could be considered one too, but Bushroot tends to overlook this in favor of being wildly misunderstood —but he still manages to be preferable to the majority of St. Canard citizens.

Humpf... And yet people wonder why the city is near-constantly in peril.

Most would consider them enemies, or at least on opposing sides. That’s what spurred their first interaction. Steelbeak has bosses in F.O.W.L and while Bushroot tends to do a lot of solo work, there’s no denying that he’s firmly ensnared in the Fearsome Five. One doesn’t just STOP working for their leader Negaduck. Two factions with their own plans for St. Canard, their own views on how things should and will play out. With disposable pieces littering the chessboard of a city, as they plot on how to overrun it... But Reggie isn’t like most.

He doesn’t give a damn about taking over St. Canard— most of his large-scale plans are spur of the moment endeavors, brought on by a temper and the ability to DO something about it now —and is more concerned about not getting hurt by Negaduck than whether or not his leader’s vision ever comes to fruition. Loyalty to Negs is non-existent and loyalty to his ‘friends’ in the Fearsome Four spans to not hurting them unless absolutely necessary. But automatic animosity towards someone else simply because they are ‘against’ them?

Yeah... Not a chance.

With the entire world seemingly out to get him, Bushroot has learned not to be picky when it comes to those who aren’t. Steelbeak’s bosses might be less-than-friendly, but the rooster doesn’t seem to have any personal vendetta against him. That’s good enough for Reggie. MORE than good enough. Made apparent by how at ease the plant-duck appears, practically beaming as he enjoys his ‘competitors’ company. Leafy tail has been wagging near-non-stop now, vivid blue hues riveted on the other male’s face, openly appreciating every little detail, from the softness of his feathers to the shine of his beak. Simply breathtaking...

And Bushroot doesn’t even HAVE breath to take anymore.

Non-existant breath hitches when Steelbeak suddenly breaks the silence— a rare moment of it, since Reggie had been enthusiastically rambling on about God-knows-what science-related topic —smile growing bigger and eyes shining with a giddiness incapable of being contained. Evident by the way he has to bite his bottom lip to stifle an embarrassing squeal, face rushing with a flood of warmth that overtakes his fluffed feathers. This is it. It’s actually happening... He KNEW IT! He just kind of knew that Steelbeak liked him! 

❛ you should be kissed — and often — and by someone who knows how. ❜

Why else would he call him babe? Or Doll? Or be so nice? The statement confirms Reggie’s suspicions because obviously, the rooster is talking about himself... Yeah. There’s no other explanation. “I bet that you probably know how-” No thinking, just speaking. He responds, heart fluttering and lavender tufts fluffing as he takes Steelbeak’s hands in his own, “-since you’re so good-looking and just good at things in general-” Gaze is sheepishly averted, as he adds with a chuckle, “People probably want to kiss you all the time...” Reggie does. “I don’t know about me, heheh... But someone like YOU definitely should be kissed a lot.”  

“A whole lot...” Cue vibrant blue hues peeking upward, gaze hopeful and face dusted a light green as Reggie says, “I could do it.” Tail is wagging in overdrive, Reggie moving closer as he eagerly continues, “I could kiss you as often as you wanted! I’m not very experienced-” At all. “-but I’m a fast learner and I could give you all the affection you deserve! Not just kissing either...” What does he mean by- “I can also cook and shower you with gifts and remind you how amazing you are.” Oh. “... Would you like that, Steely?” { ☆ } 

[quxntumvandyne]

Neighbors: *Chapter 2* (Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader)

Chapter 1 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Masterlist

Words: 3k (longest thing i’ve written so far lol yay)

Warnings: nightmares, mentions of burns and blisters (idk just in case) and a curse word (yay)

Summary: These powers had come not too long before Mr. Stark had found you and taken you in as a new part of the team. However, you didn’t know much at all and had nobody to confide in besides Wanda. You felt alone and like nobody understood you. Until you heard his screams in the middle of the night. You had the urge to help your new neighbor; but did he want your help?

a/n: ahhhh part two is here! i hope all you babes love it and i love this story! i’m in the mix of doing part two of STB (my loki fic) and a new story ;) but it won't be too long before i update again. plus i’m almost to 500 followers??? what??? I'm so grateful for all of you! anyway, i’ll stop rambling, i hope you enjoy!

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“That’d be nice.”

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You stood in the shower, not too hot and not too cold after your long training session with everyone today. They’d pushed you as far as you thought you could go and even farther. You let the water run down every inch of your body, with your hair flat and soaking on your neck. It dripped everywhere as you let your hands run through the tangles before washing it. You stood for a couple minutes just to breathe, replaying today’s session in your head.

You didn’t get to work with everyone today, as your body couldn’t handle it all in just one session. You started with Natasha, who was a great teacher but taught awfully fast. You were a quick learner but found that you needed to be faster. But you adapted quickly to her style, only to turn around and have Peter next. He was a whole different ball game. You thought he would go easier on you considering he is a kid, but he quickly made the point that just because he is a kid, doesn’t mean he’s any less of a threat to others.

You worked with five different Avengers today, back to back to back. You could barely stand up straight after your session with Sam Wilson when Tony said you could call it in for the day. You’d never felt more relieved and tired in your life. Sure, training was fun but it was a lot to take in. Tony walked back with you, saying you did great today and probably other stuff, but you were so tired, you zoned him out. You should probably stop doing that, but too late now.

You hadn’t yet trained with six others: Mr. Rogers, Wanda, Mr. Rhodes, Mr. Barton, Vision and your neighbor, Bucky. Tony said tomorrow was everyone’s full day off but you still needed to train so you’d have a small session on your own.

Before the session today though, you had asked Wanda about Bucky, although she didn’t get much time to say anything about him before you had to start the session.

Wanda did say some things like he didn’t open up much and had nightmares (but you already knew that) but she would explain later; whenever that was. You were so intrigued by this new person and you hadn’t even had a conversation with him yet. All you knew was that Bucky and Mr. Rogers go way back and he’s about as mysterious and complex as they get, according to Wanda.

Whatever that means, you thought to yourself.

 You turned off the water and grabbed a towel when stepping out of the shower, letting the cloth wrap around you while goosebumps covered your body. You looked at yourself in the mirror, feeling exhausted and yet somehow, rejuvenated. Something about this place and these people made you feel welcome, even though you barely knew them.

You combed your hair, put on your bathrobe and walked into your room to find some clothes to put on for the rest of the day. You looked at the clock, realizing it was already 3:30 PM.

Wow, this day happened very quickly.

You had a little time to yourself, so you decided to go exploring. You still managed to get lost a lot in the facility, so a little looking around wouldn’t hurt. Hopefully.

Your body was already sore when putting on some black shorts and a long sleeve blue shirt with three buttons at the top. You found a bruise had already begun to form on your left thigh and your arms felt like noodles. Your entire body was like Jell-O, much too wobbly. You wanted to just lay in bed for a while, but decided against it and slipped out of your room to explore. You passed Mr. Barton and Natasha while walking down the hallway, towards what must be the living room maybe? You heard Mr. Barton mention something about two sons and daughter, but just waved hello and scurried down the hallway, not wanted to eavesdrop.

Because that worked out so well last time.

 You made it to the living room area with couches and a large TV to find Peter playing video games on the Xbox and probably not even noticing you’re there.

But of course, you forget that he has enhanced senses and says “Hi Y/N, need anything? Wanna join?” before you can take another step.

You jump a little at his question, as he asked it without even turning his head. You replied no politely and yet skittish, as you were still not used to the fact that basically nobody could sneak up on him. You made a mental note to never try unless maybe one day you found yourself both brave and sneaky enough to try and scare him.

“No thank you, Peter, I’m just looking around the facility.”

“That’s cool.”

He was so completely invested in his game, you wondered if he would react to anything you said. Why not mess with him a bit, he’s still a kid.

“Hey Peter, my hair is on fire.”

“I hope you enjoy that, sounds fun.”

“I broke my foot in the shower earlier.”

“Uh huh, maybe later.”

“Where’s the kitchen?”

“Oh, nothing much.”

You just shook your head and wandered off down a different hallway to see who you might come across next on your little adventure around the facility.

 Next, you passed Mr. Stark’s lab where he and Dr. Banner were heavily focused on their computers. You stopped to watch them work for a minute, as Dr. Banner’s moved intricately and yet quickly around the lab while Tony did the same, just not as gracefully.

You always found Mr. Stark to be pretty put together, but he turns out to be quite clumsy. He’s already run into Banner twice since you’ve been observing them work in the lab and as you began to walk away, Banner noticed and waved at you and you waved back as Tony looked over. He gave you a smirk and turned back to his work. You always wanted to work in a lab like one of those, even if it was just for a day to see what it was like. Just even to listen to Mr. Stark and Dr. Banner work together and hear them banter and pass ideas back and forth. They were always working, and they seemed to work well together. You slowed walked away not looking where you were going when you suddenly bumped into somebody and you immediately felt a hot burning liquid go down the front of your shirt and your arms as you looked up to see who you bumped into.

“Oh shit. I’m sorry, are you alright?”

You stared up slightly at a scruffy and exhausted looking Bucky Barnes who was holding a now empty coffee mug in his hand that once held a scalding hot cup of coffee. Your face immediately turned red, but you weren’t sure if it was from embarrassment, shock or pain.

Your stomach burned as the liquid had become sticky now and your shirt stuck to your stomach, growing cold but your skin burning.

Who drinks coffee at 4 in the afternoon?

“I do, but not anymore.”

You realized you said that out loud, but that wasn’t really a priority right now.

Bucky set down his coffee cup on the ground next to his feet and apologized again but you were still staring at his eyes; part of you couldn’t look away because of how different they looked than any other eyes you’d ever seen, and the other part was just angry at both of you because of how much pain you were in and you wanted him to know it.

“Well, this is pleasant,” you squeaked out, as Bucky stood there in front of you, neither quite sure what to do about what just happened.

“Let's go get you cleaned up,” he said groggily. He looked like he hadn’t slept in days, with a short sleeve white t-shirt on and some joggers, with no socks or shoes.

You glued your arms to your side as you awkwardly walked next to him back towards the rooms and dining room, not sure what to say if anything at all.

 You sat at the dining table while Bucky grabbed some first aid supplies for you and some clothes. He came back with burn gel, gauze, and a pile of clothes for you to change into, now that yours were cold, wet and sticky. You thought at first he went into your room to get clothes, but then became rigid when you realized they were some of his own clothing.

“It’s okay if you keep them, I don’t wear those anymore. And once you change, come back out so we can wrap your arm,” Bucky said gently.

You looked down at your right foreman to notice that it was burned pretty badly.

How did that cup of coffee manage to do that? you wondered. It barely mattered now, but that coffee was pretty damn hot.

You walked into your room and shut the door quietly. You began to undress and when you lifted your shirt, your stomach was pink and was tender to the touch but definitely not burned as bad as your arm. You winced when you slid your shirt sleeve off but thankfully, Bucky’s shirt he gave you was bigger so the sleeve barely touched that part of your arm. He also gave you some black shorts to wear, which you had to tie because they were a bit loose. You left your clothes in a pile on the floor, too tired and in pain to move them anywhere else and you walked back out to the dining room.

You stopped at the end of the hallway to find Bucky dead asleep at the table, with the gauze in his hand and his face resting on his right arm, with a strand of hair laying on his face. He seemed so peaceful, so you decided to leave him be but stay at the table and not leave him alone.

There was no way you’d be able to wake him up, so you just let him sleep and you sat a couple chairs down. You did slip over to grab some other gauze pads, the burn gel, and some wrap-able gauze to clean up your arm.

You set the supplies in front of you and opened the burn gel and put some on your hand. You had stayed in the room a bit longer and let your arm run under cold water to relieve some pain. It helped a little, but this gel should make it feel better; hopefully. You looked at your skin, which was beginning to form small blisters but you knew better than to poke at them. You gently squeezed some burn gel into your hand and lightly rubbed it on your forearm, causing you to wince.

You went back and forth between looking at Bucky and your arm to make sure you were being careful with both. You quietly ripped open the gauze package and placed the sterile pad on your burn and began to wrap your arm. Once you finished, you scurried over to the trash can and threw away your trash, with your arm already feeling better.

You sat back down, but this time when you looked at Bucky, it was the same face he’d been making the first time you saw him in bed. Right before he had a nightmare.

You had nightmares a lot as a kid, but not as many now. You knew how to calm yourself down after one, but had never been around another person when they were having one.

Bucky made a small grunting noise in his sleep and jerked a bit with a look of discomfort on his face. He dropped this gauze pad on the floor and jerked again. He began to thrash and make noises, and you could begin to make out words.

Some were in English, others in a language you didn’t recognize; maybe German or Dutch? You weren’t sure, but it wasn’t a priority right now.

You stood up to move closer to him but not too quickly. He had stopped speaking and was thrashing less violently for you to get close enough to touch him but far enough to jump back if he became violent again. You looked at the discomfort on his face and wish you could wake him and relieve him of his pain. You also wanted to know what was causing him to do this, to learn more about him.

But your thoughts were cut off by his eyes snapping open and a scream piercing the air around you.

He sat up straight like aboard and began to look around, not understanding his surroundings yet. He was scared and defensive, but you went into action, bending down in front of him. He looked at you with wide and wild eyes, but you looked back at him with gentle ones.

You were not afraid of the man before you. You only wanted to help him. Understand who he was. You were drawn to him. You grabbed his hands, one warm and the other ice cold.

“No no no no where is he? WHERE IS HE?” Bucky screamed, still frantically looking around.

You quietly shushed him and tried to calm his nerves.

“Nobody is here for you. It’s just me. You’re okay, nobody is here to hurt you. It’s just me.”

“No he’s here, I know it!”

“No Bucky, it’s just me. Nobody else.”

He looked at you and his eyes began to settle just a bit as he realized you two were alone. He dropped down to your level on the floor and let go of your hands to put them on his head. You sat and waited for him to do what he needed to do, and he’s breathing finally returned back to normal after a few minutes. He pulled his hair back into a ponytail and had beads of sweat on his forehead.

You weren’t sure what to say, so you sat in silence for a while. You felt horrible. You should’ve woken him earlier, to relieve him of those visions. You couldn’t help but wonder who he was dreaming or thinking about. Before you could even think about it, you blurted it out.

“I’m sorry.”

You looked down at your lap as Bucky rose his eyes to look at you in confusion.

“Why are you apologizing?” Bucky asked.

“I should’ve woken you when the nightmare started. I know what it’s like.”

“It’s okay, I wouldn’t have wanted you to. I could’ve hurt you.”

“I’d be fine.” You looked up at him and he was leaned back on his chair he sat in before with his feet crossed and elbows on his knees. You sat about two feet away from him and you felt guilty.

“You have nothing to feel guilty about whatsoever. I’ve never had someone be there right when I wake up so usually, I have to calm myself down. It doesn’t always work. But you… seem to be experienced. You said you know what it’s like?”

You sighed. “Unfortunately.”

You sat in silence for a good minute when Bucky spoke up again.

“Thank you.”

Well, you weren’t expecting that, that’s for sure. You lifted your head up to see his face, his cheeks a bit pink.

“For what?” you asked out of curiousity. 

“Calming me down. Only a few others can do it but never that fast. How’d you know what to do?”

You looked at him and pulled your knees to your chest.

“Like I said, I have experience.”

He smirked at you and looked down at his lap. You blushed fiercely and squeeze your knees together.

“Have you hurt people before who tried to wake you up?”

“Just ask Steve, he’s had a couples punches and kicks before trying to wake me up. I wouldn’t want that to happen to you.”

“Well thank you. I don’t know about you but I always liked to be cuddled after nightmares.”

“Well, it’s a good thing you’re my neighbor then.”

“And why is that?”

“Well, I’ll have a cuddle buddy when the dreams get bad.” Bucky looked at you sideways after he said this as your eyes grew wide.

He chuckled, “I’m just kidding, doll. But I do like talking to you.”

You laugh softly, and replied, “You’re not half bad yourself.”

“Oh really?”

“Well, we just met so maybe things could change.”

“For better or worse?” He stared at you, curious about your answer with a hint of flirting in there, not that you noticed.

You looked at him dead in the eye with a new found confidence and said, “That’s up to you, Barnes.”

He laughed and you smiled too, loving the sound of his laugh.

“So, if you don’t mind me asking..”

“Yes?” Bucky asked.

You took a pause and then took a chance.

“What were you dreaming about?”

“Oh, uh-“

“You don’t have to tell, I knew it wasn’t a great question to ask and I’m sor-“

“Woah, Woah Y/N slow down. It’s okay. You seem like a pretty trustworthy person. But some stuff I keep to myself. Let’s just say it was old memories coming back to haunt me, but I’m okay.”

“Okay.”

You felt a bit embarrassed but Bucky got up and offered you a hand to pull you up as well. Once you stood up, Bucky yawned and noticed that your arm had been wrapped.

“Better than what I would’ve done.”

“Ya know, you’re pretty clumsy Barnes.”

“Oh look who’s talking.”

“Shut up.”

He scoffed at your remark and you both walked back to your rooms, not even realizing you were still wearing his clothes with the scent of vanilla on them.

 Little did either of you know that Mr. Stark and Mr. Rogers had seen the whole encounter as well, both of them curious as to how this new friendship would blossom.

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how it’s supposed to be — tom holland

CHAPTER I \ CHAPTER II \ CHAPTER II

→ “You know we’re supposed to be together. I knew it the first time I saw you, and you know it, too. I know you do.”

pairing: tom holland x fem!reader.

summary: the way things are supposed to be are not always the way things are.

warning: angst, angst, ANGST and foul language so watch out for that

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the lights were dimmed, sweaty bodies pressed against each other as another pop song plays through the speakers. You were never one to go to parties but when your boyfriend was one of the biggest actors of Hollywood, well, let’s just say you needed to go wherever he went.

He lays his arm around your shoulders as he pulls you against his side, he is smiling and talking feverishly about his day on set - not talking to you, but talking to one of his best friends, who has his arms wrapped around a beautiful blonde woman, the woman of the night.

“Babe are you alright?.” He asks, finally taking notice at you and you look up at him with a half smile.

“Yeah, i’m fine, Nick. Just a little tired.” You reply and he nods, kissing the top of your head.

“You want to go home?.” He asks and you shake your head, not wanting to ruin his night. 

“Oh no, babe, this is your night.” You breathe out and he smiles brightly and proudly. He was happy because he finally finished shooting his latest film and he came to celebrate with his beautiful girlfriend and one of his best friends, Tom Holland, along some cast and crew of the movie.

“C’mon i’ll take you home.” He starts to get up, but you place a hand on his tight as you shake your head softly.

“It’s fine really.” You mumble and a wrongly timed yawn takes over you. He chuckles softly.

“Well, mate, i need to get my girl to bed.” Nick tells Tom as he smiles toothily, but on the inside he knew he was the one supposed to say those words.

“Mate, i can take her back to the hotel if you want. I’m sure they wouldn’t want the star of the film to leave so early.” Tom offers kindly and you look at him, he unwraps his arms from the blonde woman and she pouts. You can see how Nick considers his offer.

“Man i couldn’t possibly ask you that.” Nick says, and you huff on the inside. Tom blows a raspberry.

“You aren’t asking, Nick, c’mon i really don’t mind. I mean as long as y/n wants to, of course.” Tom rushes, and locks eyes with you. Your feet were pulsing with pain from the high heels and all you wanted was to sleep.

“I don’t mind, and Tom is right Nick - You can’t leave this early.” You agree and Nick sighs softly before guiding your mouth to his, placing a chaste kiss on them; you longed to feel what you once felt - but you only felt a deep void when he kissed you, and you wondered when - When did your heart stopped beating fast at the sight of him? When did his kisses no longer made your knees weak? When?

“Alright, babe, i’ll see you in a couple of hours.” He said and you nod, biting your bottom lip as you stand up from the cushioned seats, his arm falling from your shoulder to his side. 

The blonde woman whines at Tom. “Baby boooy don’t leave.” She begs and Tom kindly explains to her that he had to go, though deep inside he just wanted to get her off his back to take the girl he liked home.

You wait for Tom for a minute before you feel a hand place itself on your back.

“You ready to go, darling?.” Tom asks and for some strange reason your stomach fluttered at the sound of his voice calling you darling.

“Uh yeah, thanks Tom.” You mumble as you walk to the exit of the crowded but exclusive club. Outside wasn’t any better - Multiple people trying to get in, and as expected some paparazzis were waiting to get a shot at you with Nick, but instead the got the girlfriend and the best friend. 

“Ah fuck.” You hear Tom breathe out, his hand still placed on your back as he gently pushes you forward and out of the crowd. He smiles politely, and you turn to look at him - Seeing him as the flashlights of cameras light his face up, he was a true sight. His unruly eyebrow and lopsided smile, every feature of his face looked angelic and you shake those thoughts off your mind as he opens the door of his car for you.

You mumble a thanks as you get into the car, being careful that you wouldn’t flash any private parts of you to the cameras - The last thing you needed was an scandal like that.

Tom gets into the driver seat and revves up the car, he raises a hand - Waving at the few paparazzis and fans before taking off.

Your hands fall into your lap, fiddling with the edge of your cocktail dress as a soft pop song plays through the speakers. Tom’s hands are sweating a bit as he runs them over the steering wheel, it is true he had talked to you multiple times - You were the girlfried of one of his best mates, after all. But this was the first time you two had been alone since...since things got complicated.

You shivered slightly and Tom glances at you. “Are you cold, love?.” He breathes, slowly and you reply a hoarse yes and he turns off the a/c.

“y/n...”

“mhm?.” You hum, looking at his profile, his jaw is slightly clenched.

“I would like to apologize for the things i said, they were inappropiate-.”

“You already apologized, Tom...”

He shakes his head. “Yeah, i know but i want things to be alright between us.”

You bite your bottom lip. “We are alright.” 

He glances at you and he sees your saddened expression. “Well, are you alright?.”

You blink rapidly, hoping tears wouldn’t fall down your cheeks. “Y-yeah.”

But truth be told, you had no idea what to do about the lack of love between Nick and you, it was true you cared about him - But is it okay to hurt the way you were hurting?.

He wasn’t convinced, and there are a few minutes of silence before he parks in front of the Hotel. 

“Thanks for the ride, Tom, i really appreciate it.” You reply and he turns off the car turning to you. He looks at you with affection - and you can’t help but compare the way he is looking at you, to the way Nick used to look at you.

“It was nothing, y/n. But i can tell there’s something wrong, and i hope you know you can trust me with anything, darling.” He breathes out, with a tender voice and you half smile - the smile never really reaching your eyes. 

Tom wanted to hold you tight against his chest, and tell you all the things he has been longing to tell you. But he couldn’t, and that was killing him little by little. He hoped he hadn’t screwed things up, since that night - The night he had very drunkenly called you and told you that Nick didn’t deserve you, and that you knew that, he knew had messed up. But you, you heard every slurred word that Tom had said, and you couldn’t help but cry at how right he was - every drunken word had been right. And that hurt.

“I know that, Tom, thanks.” You mumble, locking eyes with him - There’s a spark on his eyes, you can see the intention, the need to lean into you. You slowly take off your seatbelt and scooch closer to him, his heart skipped a beat before you pressed a lingering kiss on his cheek. You depart - inches away from his face, “Goodnight, Tommy” You breathe and he looks at you disappointingly as you step out of the car. 

He watches as you get into the hotel, your figure used to glow with happiness - but now he could see how you looked down at your feet. He wanted you to be his so damn bad, but how could he betray his best friend? He just couldn’t.

But he knew you two were meant to be, he knew it since the day he met you. Way before Nick, way before anything. It was as if his life had been classified into two parts; Before and after you. 

He revves up the car, stealing one last glance at the Hotel before driving away. If only things were like they are supposed to be.

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Gundam: Iron-Blooded Orphans

I’m preserving here all my liveblogging and commentary from twitter because this is the better space for keeping track of my self discussion. Yeah, no one cares, ANYWAYS

Gundam IBO Episodes 1-3

Gundam IBO: *puts main characters in a flashback in the first episode* Me: 

Ah yes, the political girl who understands nothing of the hard man life. Good old Gundam.     

I love Biscuit.

So far I'm a big fan of this shows policy on showing angry boys teeth.

Orga's hair is genius. No hats for dramatic flare, just that pointy bang. So good.

Millennial vs Boomer vibes, haha, love it.

Oh GOD Biscuit has sisters named Cookie and Cracker I am so happy.

I giggle every time I hear "Lieutenant Crank" because I am a idiot.

Did the Gundam nerds whine about Barbatos' tiny waist? Seems like a hill some would die on.

Surprisingly fine with Atra's crush on Mikazuki. It's cute! Not played weird or funky, so far. They seem like they'd get along really well actually - similar temperaments and background and all that.

Oh shit these kids are about to do a bad ain't they? Go get 'em.

I'd keep the accountant too - I don't wanna do any fuckin' math either.

Hate Beer-gut-Hitler-stache, when does some kid kill him? Soon hopefully.

His full name iS CRANK  Z E N T  

Political girl admires strong tiny boy for being coerced into dangerous life choices and options. Good old Gundam!

Mika isn't a victim so it's fine. This is fine. He is fine. They're all fine. Everything is fine. It's fine.

These poor babies. They're not gonna be okay. 

Thoughts:

This is gonna be a big old thing ain't it? I've seen enough Gundam to know this one is going to hurt and in all the ways other Gundam titles try to tragic but fail. I can see that from way out here in the boondocks.

Mikazuki is incredibly concerning and he and Orga are gonna probably tear each other a part. That's the shit thing about existing in a constant mode of survival. They don't have time for inner reflection and they don't know how do even do that. These babies are already slipping.

Which gives the less-than-palatable title a lot of weight. "Iron-Blooded Orphans" sounds cool I guess but mostly it's sad. What a sad thing to see from an outside perspective. It's strength for them, it's pride, I get that, but I don't think as the viewer I am meant to buy in. Or shit, lol, maybe I am but I'm just a reserved asshole. I like to think I'll be hurt less later if I point out I can see the plot trembles now but we all know that's not true.

Very interested to see what Kudelia grows to do in all this. She'll remain political and maybe teach the Orphans about talking about their feelings - I dunno. She'll do something, obviously, I just have no clear idea /what/ so far. Which is fair, only episode three.

The handsome kid with the earrings (don't remember his name, too scared to search it) is definitely bisexual though. That's facts. Sorry.

Looks like this series will forgo the expectation of some pilot screaming about peace while blowing absolutely everything up. Ending of the third episode is a bit on the nose with the thematic line IBO is choosing to walk but I dug it.

Lots to look forward to! Lots will change! I adore the cast which of course makes me very fearful lol. They're hardened kids, they're stuck in survival mode, I can connect with that. What's interesting is their bonds and comfort with each other.

It's safe to assume they're gonna see some wild shit but they will have each other (until they don't) and whose a sucker for found-family feelings? THIS BITCH. 

Gundam IBO episodes 4-7    

McGillis Fareed is a creep, you heard it here first folks. 

This guy is gonna have some wild backstory. He is the unmasked Char dude so. His hair bang is out to rival Orga's. 

~ CINEMATIC PARALLELS ~

I love Akihiro is literally the guy from Beserk. He is pulling an AU role. Good for him.

The children are out here trying to change space future. I love them.

Ohhhh. She is here to teach the lost boys to READ.

Yeah, Orga and Mika's relationship keeps them alive but it can't last. They're gonna get hurt my babies are gonna ndndndnnsn

It's a judging love, a push and shove ya know? They're great protagonists, very compelling. Their relationship is bueatiful in it's own way but a honest writer knows they can't maintain that status quo if the characters are to grow. Especially into adulthood.

Hello cute pigtailed woman doing her nails in space! How can this one show keep treating me so well? Haha! 

 *famous last words, probably*

Okay there is some background mechanic guy and I haven't caught his name yet but he is blonde and styling a swoop do over one eye and his voice actor is so friggin familiar even just the like few lines he has had so far. I'm going on a search wish me luck.

Ahh! Character's name is Yamagi and the voice actor is Soma Saito who was Twelve in Terror in Resonance!  Phew. Okay, back at it go time.

This power couple in the hat and shapely tummy scar, jeez. This show thrives on contrasting character designs but this one is, heh, this is new. Seems out of place almost. 

PS>> Handsome bisexual earring boy is KILLING IT. 

A+ pop into more scenes please thanks

It may be still too early to declare but I think Eugene is in the running to join my idiot son collection. He's got those expressive reactions that I just *clenches fist* that I just love so damn much.

lady pilots lady pilots lady pilots

I know ladies sitting at space computers in bikini tops isn't for any (good) reason but I need people to know that ladies in space would be hanging out in bikini tops for their own fantastic reasons and because I know this I shall accept events.

Idiot Son CONFIRMED

Atra x Kudelia WHEN?! Don't you let me down Mari Okada - I know what you're like!!!

Yamagi the cutie is gay. I'm filled with so much pride. *wipes tear*

These reckless bastard children are gonna be the death of me. 

 I adore how anyone with any kind of heart is moved by these kids. By their shared known history, by their current situation, their guts and their clever gambits.

There is such potential for wonderful storytelling when adult characters are made to stop and consider kids - not as lesser but as whole people in their own right.

Thoughts:

So McGillis Fareed is a creepo. Why do I think this? Well he didn’t bat an eye at accepting a child bride, I consider that a big friggin' tip off. Also, he exudes way too much effort.

I’m still early in the series so I may end up making a fool of myself surrounded by people who already know everything I don’t, but I’ll go ahead and try to explain my thinky thoughts anyhow.

I was only partially joking when I said CINEMATIC PARALLELS.

Pretty sure McGillis is being positioned against Orga and I say this because of their opposing character design and traits. McGillis consistently pulling on his bang was the tip off - hear me out!

The visual language of animation works differently than live action. Naturally by the medium what characters are bottom up designed to do are often times filled with more thematic intent than an actor forming characterization in collaboration with a director/a production. Plus, McGillis and Orga’s designs are intentional echos of one another within their stark differences, which is smart. This is a big cast that has varied character designs which have opposing tying traits (MORE ON THAT LATER) so their differences are what makes them similar.

I think these two leaders are more alike than what I’ve seen so far. I think the point is that Orga’s trials and struggle are more outright visible by his own choice whereas McGillis’ are hidden by him.

Orga never touches his wack hair even though he has a massive killer bang blocking his vision half the time. He isn’t seeking to change what lot he has been given in life and he isn’t trying to hide behind a fake persona. As orga states, “I am who I am.” A child.

McGillis constantly touches his hair while visibly contemplating. This guy is all calculated effort and performance. He isn’t who he presents himself as. Quite the adult.

Moving on to Orga and Mika and this show's brilliant use of opposing character designs: Jeepers Creepers, check out them Peepers edition.

Mika has big eyes. They're great. Because his eyes are so wide all the time it isn't shock we need to worry about with him. It's when he narrows his eyes. We saw this when he tried to choke out Gaelio (which, can I just say, noice).

You know who knows this better than anyone? Orga.

More and more we see Orga turning to Mika for approval, for motivation, for inspiration in his choices and push for whatever the hell it is Tekkadan is going to become. Orga has the smallest eyes of the cast, they're beady and cunning, even more so than McGillis (yikes). I think it's safe to say that Orga observes more than Mika, that Mika just watches things impassively as Orga ascertains what he assumes are Mika's wants.

And it's that type of thing where... The system works. Mika's wide, waiting, eyes keeps Orga on his toes. Keeps him thinking ahead, keeps him and everyone else relatively safe. But! But. There is a undercurrent of disproportion happening. I don't doubt these two love each other. I doubt that they understand their own dynamic. Any shift or change in this system and shit goes south very quickly. So naturally, I worry.

In lighter news OH MY GOD YAMAGI HUH?! Shy mechanic boy loves earring boy as much as I do - we are forever bonded in this way. He is my friend and I want only happiness for him. Ganbatte Yamgai, fuckin' get it boy.

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Yes, recap my idiot son Eugene's skills! If Akihiro is the guy from Berserk then Eugene is AU Makoto Tachibana from Iwatobi Swim Club, btw 

The nonchalant babes at the controls are my BFFs.

I love the bit the in opening that's right away during "with all your voice" where Mika and Orga turn pause turn pause turn - what a simple but effective emotional pull, right? gurgle

Oh, it's his harem. Yes. Naturally. Of course. I don't hate this. Am I broken?

ohmygod I think it's because Naze Turbine looks like Ryoji Kaji. I will never be free.

HahahHAHAHAAHAAHAHA! Babies in space! Planting those seeds! HAHAH PLANTING SEEDS okay calming down. What am I to make of the editing in this scene? We've got Atra grasping her Mika charm then we're cutting away to Kudelia I'm freaking out right now.

B-b-b-budget episode! My favorite kind! Play with those jump cuts, yeaaaah!

Naze has a sweet spot for kids and wacky found families. Loves it.

This guy is defiantly space Marlon Brando in The Godfather right? That's intentional right?

This is a really awkward dinner time conversation. :D

Party time! Have fun kids, be safe, you make me very nervous.

Drunk Orga!

*SOBS*

Yamagi is jealous oh no oh my sweet little man oh it's okay!

I need everyone to know I'm deeply emotional about this family of lost boys and their big day and everyone is dressing up and JESUSSS

For a dude with a hat fetish and a harem Naze Turbine is a pretty good father figure so far, huh? He best hope it stays that way. *Whispers* It really is Kaji all over again...

I haven't praised the Old Man yet but Nadi is best and I would kill for him.

Hey, psst, hey in the opening Gaelio bending up into frame while McGillis slyly looks on is some really high quality queerbaiting. Top notch stuff.

These two fuckers hate each other but they like don't care? I don't know. I hate them. I love them. They're stupid make them stop.

The accountant is now like some magical loving math grandpa to all these rowdy boys my heart is so full!

Norba Shino, my love, your insecurities are great and many. Boobs this, boobs that! ... He isn't wrong actually. 

Go team bisexual d i s a s t e r

I'm getting Takaki's back story, he is off to train in the simulator I DO NOT LIKE THIS 

Flustered Orga is just, well it's very good. It's great. It's so sweet I'll put in my tea so I can drink it and get warm fuzzies forever. 

Atra and Kudelia are so good together, they're another pair of characters with contrasting yet corresponding character designs that are just so fantastic!

DING DING DING figured out the editing of the baby scene and yes oh boy seeds were planted! Ecstatic. Don't be a coward show! 

Haha, yeah right.

...Maybe though. Maybe. I think the biggest problem would be Mika because he's, well he is him isn't he? 

Now Takaki is tagging along on patrol and I’m getting Akihiro’s backstory. Great. That’s not ominous.        

BEEP BEEP BEEP an Ahab Reactor duh doy oh jeez oh come on kids 

Thanks for the save Mika! HAHA I was worried. They got me. 

Yes, the set up for Akihiro's brother is lazy but whatever I'm invested. 

 "Come on, come on, come on!" lol this fork tongued pirate kinda looks like a human Momotaros. I'm digging this creep. 

TAKAKI NO!     

Azee is my wife. We're very happy. 

Friggin' Ein standing around muttering and holding Crank's pin like lolol do your job or something.

"All I want to do is kill those boys" like come on Ein no you don’t, just go do some fucking paper work. I'm sure you've been ignoring plenty. 

No. Nope. NOPE. Absolutely not.  

This show knows this isn't okay. It's showing us it isn't okay. Flowers in the Attic is over here touching hot tea pots, like??? McGillis is a creep and he has some junked up plan or scheme or whatever. Blerg. 

Pfft, McGillis is touching that hair bang all "A powerful piece that could shake up the regime" HUH HERR I wonder who?   

These kids are too good and too well adjusted - it's great. I mean, it's sometimes a bit much like in this instance with Akihiro and his bro, but that's also what makes it nice. What makes the show compelling. You trust these characters to trust each other at this point.   

Thoughts: 

The dominoes are setting up and we're getting to that point where almost all the pieces of mystery in the show's opening are all out on the table. Very exciting.

Can't wait to learn what the hell McGillis is up to. He is the exact kind of character I actually really like, because I'm the worst. The child bride is, you know, shitty but I don't think the show is (so far) trying to display it as anything but A Situation™

Frankly, the entire thing with Almiria is (so far!) a play on how these characters are still kind of kids in their own way. Obviously Almira, but McGillis and Gaelio are still at the whims of their own parents and forever will be at the beck and call of their "families".

Tekkadan are more overtly children but they're wiggling out from under another's thumb and carving a space to move around and have some self definition. McGillis is, I can guess, is going to try and do the same for himself (especially after his little chess speech).

McGillis' extreme acceptance of Almiria is partially gross and partially understandable. It's both. Because it is both! Being shitty to Almiria won't gain him any points and he is going to use her, his parents already predetermined that. Eeehhh. Wait and see I guess.

I adore the dynamics of this big cast of characters, the boys feel so real and I live to see them acknowledge one another's strengths and hopes and fears. ;_;

Like most Gundam properties (other than GWing, yeah I said it!) the female cast is a bit washy, a bit too reactionary towards an thus defined by the male ensamble but I don't dislike anyone.

There is a divide between the female characters and the male characters, they share the same physical space but their narratives are not aligned and that's okay but it is a little frustrating. I'm a patient soul and I love (and know) the Gundam franchise so I'm good but maaaan. I really want the ladies to get through on this one. I really want them to want things for themselves beyond being pulled by their boy peers. They don't need to fight. They don't need to yell. Who they are now is good, there is a good foundation. They just need a gear shift, especially in the realization that they're not just along for the ride. And I am mostly thinking of Atra at this point. I love her because she is easy to love but I also know that's through careful positioning and not due to anything inherent in her.  

We will end this bout how I think many of these will end; YELLING ABOUT YAMAGI.

Yamagi is a sweet boy who deserves the world! Norba Shino is a human disaster who (headcanon) is going through a lot of confusing emotional and hormonal stuff right now so please be strong Yamagi.

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I love Ms. Merribit. Anyone will tell you I'm a sucker for responsible ladies in pant suits. 

I love these Man Rodi the Brewers use. A good chuby boy in heels.

They made Mika's lunch TOGETHER.

TOGETHER.

My man Nadi knows what's up.

That's what I'm talkin' about! Mari Okada I trust you so much girl.

At some point Orga's tough guy smirk is going to be used in a way that pains and hurts me and I will probably die.

space battle space battle space battle I am a nerd space battle!

The ladies are covering for Akihiro. They want these brothers to reunite. *crying*

Masahiro's voice actor is giving an amazing performance.

Aw damn it.

Episode 13's opening is straight forward but rough: Norba's search crew find Brewer's human debris, passes them over, but those scared kids shoot which causes the Tekkadan kids to react and return fire. It's played straight as being it is what it is - a shit cycle of getting out.

The child solider/space rat stuff is, I feel, primarily used by the show to explore various forms of abusive fallout (which is why the Tekkadan kids fairly well adjusted existence is a little weird but deeply appreciated) and this quick moment punctuates Akihiro's goodbye.

A guest compliments Almiria, "She is like a doll!" 

She is, isn't she?

Kill me.

UH OH she has realized she is nine. 

Let me guess, McGillis is going to be a white knight oh yep here he comes. Great.     

I'm hitting pause and I'm going on a wild ass fuckin' tangent:

I feel younger kids having crushes on older people all depends on how it's handled by the older character, much as in life. Kids crush on adults. They do. That's not like weird or strange. What's important is how adults are made to handle those feelings (if known) and a story can go in so many different directions for so many different reasons and that's fine. That's storytelling. I shall judge all stories individually as they cross my path with whatever elements they have within them. That's how I do it.

So McGillis being charming and nice towards Alimaria is, again, fine and a little icky simultaneously. We know he is stuck. He is not out to ruffle any family plans. He is cucumbering this shit and being as smooth as possible alternative motive I don't know yet.

Alimaria is at the utmost disadvantage here. 

Within their specific scenario the only character we've seen consider her as a person who is also stuck in a hamster wheel of shitty parents is McGillis.

Obviously McGillis is a total shit-bird who is simply being nice because that's what is advantageous for HIM but the show is still (barely, mind you) straddling that line of "This Is Just A Situation™, we'll rip the Band-Aid Later"

McGillis is going to do something absolutely terrible to this girl and I am weary as fuck.

The series is being very manipulative with McGillis' actions here with Alimaria. He is being considerate but he is also stepping over a line.

McGillis is presented as being understanding and seems to genuinely care about Alimaria's feelings which makes him come off as, well, nice and princely. Which is undoubtedly what he wants. Which is what kind of makes him a monster, ya feel me? 

Eh, okay, incoherent late night ranting done. Back to sad boys and robots. 

THESE POOR SAD BOYS. 

This funeral is hitting me in my soft bits I can't deal

And it's followed up by Yamagi x Shino content just rub salt in my wounds JESUS 

UHHHH PARDON ME?!?!?!? I hate this episode! Deaths? Kisses? UGH. Mika is an dummy. He is full of dumb.  

They're making sure to show Atra sneezing though, as if someone mentioned her name explicitly which is just more weird ass editing choices I don't know how to take. What are you trying to tell me?! 

I'm stupid and a low life so I don't actually hate all love triangles. In fact I tend to rub angst all over my body so I can smell like disappointment and unresolved sexual tension but Mika is still a total dummy end of discussion. 

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NEW OPENING BITCHES!

MASKED PILOT MASKED PILOT I AM YELLING!

New opening has got it all! Just absolutely everything! We've got a masked pilot; we've got some new looking girl straight out of CLAMP's X/1999 or some shit; we've got sad boy's angry teeth; did I make this? Is this a dream?

Fumitan ain't gonna rat Kudelia out! At least... I don't want her to anyways.

Kudelia is straight up asking this lesbian about men I can't believe her.

Hehheh heeh heh hehe "Dort" hehe 

I adore the weirdness and chafing of Merribit and Orga's working relationship.

Oh my god guys, they're at Fantasy Costco! These girls are gonna clean these stinky boys and make that there ship sparkle. It's girly manifest destiny. 

"So no matter which planet you're on, the bossy ones are scums" - That's my idiot son Eugene who is actually one of the smarter of the idiot boys. 

I love the juxtaposition of these colony adults drinking the juice on the political Mars girl and her mighty teen protector warriors out to save them when it's really them asking lesbians for advice on men and trying to survive and crying when no one is looking. 

I'm serious, Orga is borderline terrified of Ms. Merribit. She's just another pair of waiting judging eyes for him and he doesn't know how to deal with her because she actually SAYS STUFF. 

Biscuit you be careful baby, watch your back. 

Loooooove the juxtaposition of these colony adults being super psyched to get blown up and these kids are like "Christ almighty, put that down!" 

Shino helping Yamagi escape (~˘▾˘)~ 

These boys are out here doing their job, doing their best, they're on their best behavior and they've been set up. My precious children! They've done nothing wrong, ever! 

"Maybe I'll change the way I talk, huh? ... No, I will not do that." Goddammit I love McGillis and I'm sooooooooooo mad about it.  

Thoughts:

We've had Snake-Man-Pirate suggest to Mika that he enjoys killing but we haven't really been given any evidence of that. I'm sticking to my self-made theory on Mika's eyes!

He has that big wide stare most of the time, Mika doesn't actually have much personal investment in most of what he does. He doesn't love killing, but he doesn't have any real opinion on it either way. It isn't like when he choked out Gaelio or, now, kissing Kudelia.

I'm full power launching myself into deep fannish space because that's how I media but like, I'm not crazy right? Mika's eyes are IMPORTANT. They're about all we're given in understanding him, which is wild for the main Gundam pilot protagonist. The emphasis on Mikazuki's eyes within his design and being the only markers the audience is given when it comes to inner choices is a big gambit. We're 14 episodes in and don't have much of a grasp on Mika and I think that's because he has never once self defined. He is the ultimate of the poor sad robot boys. Akihiro is struggling with his humanity and the label of his existence ("human debris") with all the characters starting to find space and time to turn inward and then there is Mika.   

I don't think he knows how to live life while not only trying to survive. So, what's going to boot his self defined existence online? Piloting Barbatos? Kissing girls? Familial love?    ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

McGillis being a masked pilot this late into the game with no charade about "Who can it BEeeeEEeE?!?" is my favorite thing. Haven't even seen him in an episode yet just a preview but oh, it's my favorite thing.

We'll end this short thoughts binge on the beauty that is Yamagi and why I am somewhat upset:

IBO has a very tight turn around of set up and follow through. There is (I'm assuming) a longer, slower set up with end game (probably tragic) follow through happening in concordance with the two episode story arc rhythm the series has going so far.

Quick simplified examples can be

Akihiro mentions his brother > we meet his brother > his brother chooses to die/save him > kids learn some on how to handle grief. 

Turbine has a harem > everyone accepts this > kids learn some on how to handle a found, self defined family.

The pattern is "If the kids meet a thing, that thing becomes possible."

We ain't seen no men loving men. We've not come across a viable example in the narrative of that being a option or choice or possibility. 

There are a lot of episodes left and this isn't like a make or break situation for me, but we are inching up on the set up stage being over with and if there is no example, no proof, of men being able to love men then...? I'm hesitant to invest.

I still will invest hook line and sinker, this is Gundam and damn that’s what I do 

BUT! 

That's also just so frustrating and sad as well as being, haha, believable. If there is no example encouraging Yamagi to approach Shino and no example for Shino to see acceptance then they're just gonna run out of time or figure their shit out too late.

Which is so very extremely stressful and masterfully manipulative how dare you I'm so impressed but mad and hurt and god I hope I'm wrong and off and have not tapped into this show's core of foreshadowing or whateverthehell.

Yamagi is a sweet boy who deserves the world and Norba Shino is a human disaster and I suffer for them.

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Stiles has never failed to be impressed by just how much Derek’s desire fights with the magic that is supposed to stop them from breaking the treaty and consummating their relationship early. The Moon’s presence—far more than usual as it seems to cover half the sky tonight—is lending fervor to Derek’s usual enthusiasm. Not that Stiles isn’t damn enthusiastic, too.

They are month or two away from the end of the two-winter wait-period the High Coven set on their engagement. The delay is absurd and inexplicable, even for a body that is known for its bizarre rulings. But, even the most arcane amongst the Council realize that keeping a ‘Wolf away from his Marked Mate on the Full Moon is tantamount to torture. Derek and Stiles are allowed time alone, truly alone, one night a month. They never waste it, but tonight… Tonight there is something more than the usual needwantlust in their not-sex. They’ve been through a Wolf Moon and a Super Moon before, but the fact that they are occurring together has even Stiles’ young magic, and the faint half-threads of their politically impeded Bond, buzzing.

Despite the fact that the magical limits they’re under have them soft in their pants, they’re rocking and rubbing and Derek is, Stiles realizes as his sweats get pulled down for the third time in ten minutes, getting closer and closer to possibly breaking one of the absurdly specific list of intimate dos and don’ts they have memorized.

Stiles licks at Derek’s lips and sits up a little, a bead of sweat running down his back and close to where Derek’s wayward finger is.

“Stop.”

Derek stills.

Stiles hates that he has to be the voice of reason in this: He’s not the cautious one between them, not the one who listens in classes about laws and traditions. He never colored in between the lines as a kid, either. While he’s glad for the few hours they get to be together each month, sometimes he wonders if the privilege isn’t hurting them more than it’s helping. The lines of worry that are now creasing his Mate’s forehead shouldn’t be something that he even indirectly causes.

Stiles does the only thing he can think of that might help right now, and presses kitten-kisses to the angry lines, hoping that they might magically go away. When he moves back to see if it worked, he, well. They’ve faded a touch, so that’s at least something.

“I love you, Derek Hale.”

The corners of Derek’s mouth curl up and his eyes seem to follow and the lines around them and across his forehead are now good ones. Stiles runs a thumb across Derek’s kiss-red mouth and Derek nips at the fleshy pad of it and his eyes grow red around the edges. It must startle Stiles more than he realizes—enough to change his scent—as moments later Derek wimpers. The reaction is understandable, even if the suspiciously wolfy delivery of it is not. Other Packs might try to bully the Hales about their son being sub-vocal, but it’s because they assume he can’t talk in public, rather than realizing the simple truth that he simply chooses not to. Derek has never held back his words from Stiles.

Stiles sits up further, resting his ass on Derek’s thighs and reaches back to gently take his Mate’s hands. He slips his fingers through Derek’s carefully. Derek’s face and hands and the rest of him have started into the Beta shift, but it isn’t complete; there are still eyebrows on his face and only rings of red around his eyes, his hands are hairy but his claws haven’t popped, his ears are just starting to elongate but they aren’t actually pointed.

Stiles hums, trying to make it sound interested and happy, rather than worried or scared. It apparently works. One of Derek’s hands starts creeping around towards Stiles’ asscrack again.

“Hey, big D. We can’t. You know we can’t, and I know we can’t and you are not the kind of boy who breaks rules very often.” Derek tips his head to the side a little, and though his hand stops, it doesn’t retreat either, cupping Stiles’ buttcheek. “And, despite the fact that you’re very much okay with the physical-claiming idea associated with us finally Bonding, you are also generally more appreciative of porn where the twinkier dude is reaming the butch guy. I’m pretty sure that if you were going to choose now to start breaking rules, you’d be trying to figure a sneaky way to be presenting your ass to me, not the other way around.”

Derek opens his mouth to, presumably, answer, but all that happens is another whine. His fangs have fully descended, and when his tongue flicks out to investigate that fact he growls and. Well. Being pissed off at his body just seems to push everything a little further: completely red eyes, mutton-chops and disappeared-eyebrows, pointy ears and holes in Stiles’ sweats caused by rapidly deployed claws.

Stiles squeaks and Derek sniffs and that whine is now almost a cry. It didn’t feel like it, but it’s possible one or two of the claws drew blood. Derek tries to pull back into the mattress, but it’s a pointless effort when Stiles is not only sitting on top of him, but also gripping him tightly.

Derek lifts his head off the sheets and sniffs some more. Everything about his face is suddenly about concentration, and a quick glance at his forearms—pale gray lines snaking up them—explains why.

Stiles moves slowly. He brings Derek’s hands around between them and lifts one so he can kiss the back of it. “They’re some pretty-pale pain lines, babe. I’m assuming you got me with your claws, but I can’t actually feel that it happened. The only thing your magic, wolfy-touch is sucking up is my lower back’s issue with the chair at my desk at work.”

Derek grunts, tracing his eyes across every bit of Stiles face in search of truth, as if he wasn’t able to hear Stiles heart stutter over a lie. Apparently satisfied by the double-check, he drops his gaze to their hands and watches Stiles’ thumb dragging back and forth across his own palm. Derek flexes his fingers and growls in their general direction.

“You can’t shift back, huh?” There’s an idea forming in the back of Stiles’ mind, and if it’s right? Somehow he will make the Coven’s leaders pay. “It’s not…” He swallows when Derek looks back up at him, wide, vulnerable eyes that are all the more shocking as they’re glowing red like blood and murder. “I didn’t think about it before I got here. I was too excited about being here with you. Full Moon is the highlight of my month, every month.” He squeezes Derek’s fingers and Derek squeezes back. “If I’d stopped to think about it though? The Wolf Moon and the Super Moon falling on the same night... They planned this. They allowed us together tonight because they thought you’d crack and give into what they think is an animal inside you.”

Derek tries to pull away again, but Stiles keeps their hands gripped together tight. “Oh no, big D. Don’t. I know they’re wrong. And we’re going to prove it to them.” He lifts his ass up off Derek, the air between them cold, even though the heat is on in the room. There’s nothing as warm and toasty as a one’s own personal ‘Wolf-man. Stiles brings Derek’s hand back up to his lips and kisses each knuckle in turn, then puts it palm-flat on Derek’s chest. He squeezes their other hands together as he basically dismounts his fiancé, and looks at the ceiling-lamp as he flops himself onto his back on the bed. “They’ve been playing the long-game. I’ll admit that the whole two-winter thing sounded plausible, though.” He sighs. “They just obviously never considered that we’re in it for the forever-game.”

When Stiles turns his head, Derek’s features have softened somewhat, but he’s still definitely stuck in his Beta-face. Derek’s eyes are pulled into towards each other, and he opens and closes his mouth a few times before he manages to say something that approximates, “Love you.”

It sounds like he’s speaking with a mouthful of marshmallows, but Stiles understands anyway. Tonight, and he suspects the next couple of Full Moons before their official Bonding, will now be about snuggles and cuddles and gratuitous scent-marking. Well, that and Stiles figuring out just how he can take revenge on the oldest and strongest of the Coven’s members. They will be sorry they made his Mate suffer.

“I love you, too, D.”

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