#matt is the knowing mistress (YES)

[belphegor1982]

Brennan Lee Mulligan, Matthew Mercer, Aabria Iyengar

the weavers of tales of Exandria

[shorthaltsjester]

one thing i will say about matt’s vex is that i do love very much that he keeps the like . occasional goofiness of her as well. because like yes of course vex is badass and hot and vm’s quasi leader and she’s highly competent and diplomatic and charismatic and there are many times when laura played her cleverly funny or quippy but there are also many, many times when she played her in a way that makes it clear that vex is also sometimes just a silly guy playing dress up (my beloved) and i really like that in playing a version of vex who is actively fulfilling her Leadership Diplomat Coin Mistress role matt tends to stick to the charming and sarcastic lady that everyone knows and loves but there are moments when vex who did things like make horking noises when her brother talked to keyleth and wrote scanlan a limerick about the time he accidentally tried to fuck his daughter and would show grog her boobs to inspire him and apologized to a bartender because her friends are stupid and so is she comes stumbling out instead of the very put together Grand Mistress of the Grey Hunt™. anyway. this is all just to say that matt’s choice to play vex as giddy about delilah being in laudna’s rib prison was inspired and delightful and i could See the pieces of laura in that interaction in campaign 1 quality cameras in my mind.

[nochi-quinn]

exandria unlimited: divergence: episode three: dynasties and dystopias

First time doing this in notepad++ bc Fuck All That Noise, let's see how that goes

(context is microsoft is putting notepad behind a paywall)

the way it's going is I managed to get pulled away from my computer for the EXACT length of the ads lmao

yk I guess I could have used Sublime Text. ah well, I'm here now

one-shot of keph's cult when

oh celia's top is Nice

so is alex's

SO IS LIAM'S EVERYBODY STOP BEING PRETTY (don't actually)

otto no

this is just the mafia. this is how mafias start.

fiedra hugging their knees

"DON'T LOOK AT ME" mood

you can't make me cry about the kids fifteen minutes in, it's illegal

the colors in nia's art are so tasty

like a claddagh but a locket?

knowing mentor? not knowing mistress? am I misremembering something?

crokas is her kid now. joint custody with fiedra

you can't make me cry about the mom twenty minutes in, it's illegal

fiedra

AH knowing mentor same thing, interchangable god name

(I have not read Explorer's Guide to Wildemount)

okay but fast forward twenty years and torm's hill has a guard force called the seven swords

garen be nice

erro puts the team on his back

turn into goldfish and throw yourselves off

you're (mostly) level one, you're practically gods, it'll be fine

skeleton crab bucket??

"bones."

she's little, she's hard to see

"DANGIT"

"you're all under arrest"

why do I drink things while watching this, I inevitably choke-laugh

garen be nice

CAPTAIN GUBBLING

captain gubbling one-shot when

I am the snow guardian, guardian of the snow

"with our crosSBOWS"

"who doesn't like joy? you sort of have to"

GOD I wish I liked D20, brennan's NPCs are some of my favorite NPCs

"he left a boot"

"or drag a hoe" BE STRONG CELIA

(one time my brother and I got sent away from the table bc my dad kept talking about a "broken hoe" and we could not. stop. giggling.)

"is this the sea"

what is liam doing to his character's parents this time

dead parents AND dead spouse, he's going for a hat trick

crokas no

"you can't breathe down there"

crokas rushes in

if the only fire is a candle, the meal was cooked long ago

thee shield

"there has never been a week like this week"

liam

nat 20 to stealth into the trap

I'M SORRY WHOMST

YELLS

crokas solve puzzle

gee crokas how come mom lets you have TWO vestiges

patia counts, shut up

meanwhile nia gets thrown off the mountain

liana throws herself off the mountain

I was joking

I was JOKING

I stepped away, is the moonweaver hiding in liana?

oh, moonweaver WAS liana

please read edda-earth

OH nia is the proof of concept for clerics!!

moon bone cheek light bone hook hand car door man

"yeah! yeah we will!"

my roommate's been playing avowed and at one point I just turned around and went "is that fuCKING MERCER"

I just remembered that the moonweaver canonically tried to murder artagan for being a fuckhead

you broke crokas

did the orb give him an int point

it gave him SIX points!! it DOUBLED!!

can't wait for them to need those 20s later

ORB OF AVALIR

I didn't even clock the wis bump!!

no shut the fuck up immediately I will cry on you

HE MADE IT

I WILL CRY ON YOU

I STILL want someone to play cerrit's great-great-whatever descendant

"boarding a ship" shut the fuck your mouth

"I'm gonna end up carrying that, aren't I"

crokas is getting used to knowing things

"I don't know if I like smart crokas. he scares me."

does matt realize he's still "holding" the hammer

"I just realized how weird kephkedriel is"

is anyone here old enough to remember when windows would ask you Where Would You Like To Go Today when you turned the computer on

still no respect for crokas

them's ents

"would you like some magic nuts" BE STRONG ALEX

LIAM

alex fought so hard and liam just dove straight for the low-hanging nuts fruit

aw, I was wondering if he'd take draconic from the thing, I also like this better

they had to get at least one

"that's for the theatre people at home" "I'm right here" "go home"

ah yes, the magic 8 ball spell

not. what I was expecting.

"matt's running up to his bedroom"

yeet a tree onto the field

yeet a bunch of fire onto the field

matt just made me remember 311, I will be crumbling into dust presently

guys you're still only level one please

YOU'RE LEVEL ONE

GAREN ISN'T EVEN THAT

we love a tail attack

he remembered!!

BRENNAN THEY'RE LEVEL ONE

matthew

alex is in suffering

(matt and liam are having the time of their lives)

"laura bailey would be so proud"

do not say "mouthful of nut", do not say "mouthful of nut" -

dear The Dice please let him pull this off

shove IS a bonus action

aw, he can count now

"pelvically"

awakened shield!

"what time is it?" "it's clobberin' time"

dagger dagger dagger

well. crossbow dagger dagger

fuck yeah unicorns

these fucking nerds

I ship these old men so badly

thousand burning suns, etc

"flecked with white stone" I WILL CRY ON YOU

"I will cry as much as I am asked" "usually you have to pay good money for that" matthew

"I'm not carrying it"

ofc they made this silly moment heartwarming/breaking

alex you have to stop quoting stuff under your breath. I understand, I am that person. but also.

this is what breaks garen

big "ELVES CAME FROM SPIRITS" energy

"by road's end" BRENNAN

armley

his house is named sleevely

bc you keep your armleies in y- [giant hook yanks me off stage]

key's cursed

key punned, yeet the key

this is the lockpick thing merle had in balance

"I wish I was still dumb"

quick get fiedra a ukelele so she can apologize properly

MAH BOI

[elderly stammering]

garen get on that fucking boat so help me

GAREN GET ON THE BOAT

insight check the key

cross-examine the parrot

"whatdayisit"

[the-silver-peahen-residence]

||Shattered pride||

Hi there. I just had another idea but this one was also in my head for a while. But it involves the terror of the skies and her second hand. Yes, I'm speaking of Shrika and Willie. Lets see what this one is about hmm?

||Drabble Summary||

After the harsh punishment for days on in, Willie was tending to his mistress's injuries. He was worried about her since she didn't seem like herself due to being upset or scared. Now, he was tending to her to his best ability. Will he be able to help her? Read to find out.

||Guests in Drabble||

Matt, Sid, Shrika, Dale, and Rick belong to my best friend and rp partner @lovelyxhorrors who also runs @demon-blood-youths

Willie Watt is From and belongs to the animated serious Batman Beyond. He also belongs to me due to having him as a muse.

((Just a heads up: Grammar is not good and their will be heavy mistakes but this was written for fun so please enjoy. ))

Willie was silent as the night was passing by as normal, seeing the stars above the world was soothing to the killer. Well, it would be it he was not deeply worried about his mistress. He already knew both Dale and Rick was keeping guard at the door to insure no one disturbed her as she was 'understanding her punishment' but they were nervous not wanting to anger her than she was.

Even now, the terror of the skies was a silent little bird. Watching Willie treating her even if she could do it herself, he did it. He knew some of the injuries like the rope burns were seen still but they will heal in a matter of days he hopes. Though, he saw Shrika remain silent, not speaking a single word.

But can he blame her? He was nervous himself remembering what she went through and by her leader Matt. He was there that one night where he even forced Shrika to gravel into the ground while making sure she said sorry to Ink and her fraction for the mess she made. Even if she was crying in front of them, she did what she was told.

She even said sorry to Batman and the snake! He still remembers that night even if it was a few days ago...

~~~~~~~

"Come on Shrika, what do you say? Your the one that caused this so you need to fix it!" Matt was angry keeping her down or making both Dale and Rick keep her down. Her face was in the dirt while Ink and the other members were stunned seeing Matt so angry-no they never seen him this mad before.

"Say it!" he said with arms crossed.

"*Sobs* I..I'm sorry. I'm sorry for the m..mess I made in Gotham and t..to the dark night. I'm sorry for the mess involving the HYDE pills and s..selling them. I'm sorry....." she cries even if she winces being forced down more.

"You mean it right? Your not lying are you?" Matt said.

"N..No! No, I'm not! I'm s..sorry really! I..I will be sure to h..help with cleaning the mess I've m..made s...so please..please forgive m..me.." she cries but Ink said nothing with Batman being speechless seeing someone so deadly to a crying broken mess. Yeah, Matt was scary.

"Matt, you don't have to make her-"

"Oh no no no. I have to. She's the one that caused this mess, so I'm going to ensure she's the one that cleans it up. So you guys don't have to worry about it. I'll make sure of that alright..they will be both punished for this I'm sure..." Matt smiled to Ink that scared her team but they said nothing knowing Shrika was fucked. Even for her, she was shaking know that was too true.

~~~~~~

"You know Shrika, your lucky. Your very very Lucky I didn't make your punishment ten times worse. I could make your life a living hell and make sure you don't ever do this again.." His arms were crossed seeing a scared Shrika sitting on her knees as she was tied down tight from the rope burns once more.

"......"

"You made such a big mess that everyone was asking me if I caused it when it was all you. I always told you what I would do if anyone caused trouble for us. You even owe the others since we had to help with cleaning your own shit of a mess. You know that right?"

"..Y...Yes.."

"Well, I hope you do. Because of that, your punished for two weeks but I'm also taking your little dog to train. You'll get him back when I'm done with him. You better hope he don't die before then." he said.

"W..what?! B..but Matt I-!?" she tenses seeing his red eyes glowing more that she begins shaking crying.

"I'm sorry what did you say? Are you taking back to me?" he said that she looks down shaking.

".....N..No no! I..I wasn't-..."

"Were you?!" He said raising his voice but she shook her head no quickly not looking to his eyes. It was scary enough to see him angry but never this angry. She knew she fucked up but seeing Matt that angry really scared her that it made her pale.

"..I thought so. I don't like when someone breaks or tries to make it unfair for the others. From this, I say you deserve that loss for embarrassing me, our team, and for ruining everyone's day. Now, You'll be starting your two week punishment and I'll be taking Willie with me. You'll get him back when I'm done with him." He said. "Understand?"

"...Y...Yes, Matt. I understand.."

"...Good.." He looks away from her to start walking but stops. "Oh, and I hope you learned your lesson from this. If you ever try anything like this again..." He slowly turns his head back to her showing one red eye to glare at her with a cold murder expression that scared her.

"You won't like me when I'm ready to fuck you up.." He said to turn and leave her alone, slamming the door that she was sitting alone shaking scared. Tears running down her cheeks not able to move for a while.

~~~~~~~~~

Which resulted in her two week punishment and Willie being taken from her till Matt gives him back for good behavior. He still felt the healed injuries he got from Matt even from the harsh beatings the leader did. Yeah, he should be lucky Matt didn't kill him. However, he looks seeing Shrika still remain silent as he was finishing up with treating the small wounds on her fingers.

In a moment, he was done to turn and set the bandages down to the table. "..Alright, that's done mistress. Do you want something to eat now?" he asked but Shrika said nothing looking quiet. She did shake her head slowly that Willie sighed.

"You have to eat. This is the third time you refused to eat. I know...a..after what happened you didn't want anyone to be around you but it's not healthy for you to not eat." He shows the plate of food for her to eat. "So...I only ask if you at least try to eat something........please." He said.

It did take a bit to try getting her to eat at least something. Most times she would ignore it and leave it there. In a moment, Willie sighed to see she didn't respond again to look and started to help her move. He tried not to over do it since she's still recovering from her punishment by Matt and the others. He really was letting this punishment stick and make Shrika think of her actions.

He gets her to the couch to see the outside from the window while keeping her safe and watched over. Over time, she did see the bruises and injuries Matt left on Willie but he ignores them. He was more focused on helping her instead of himself. She saw him walking over to set some blankets down near her and another pillow for her back. Even if he got beaten and punished by Matt, he would still be here to help her.

"There. If you wish, Mistress. Do you want me to leave so you can have some time to your-"

"....No." He blinks to hear her speak but Shrika looks to her lap while being covered by the blanket around her. "...I.....you stay. I..don't feel okay being by myself right now..." she mutters looking to her bandaged fingers. They still stung but Willie understood.

"Of course Mistress."

He didn't move but he looks to take a seat in a chair but was near in case she needed something. Now the two sat in silence together only to look at the window. He wonders if Shrika was okay during their punishment. It was scary for them both. Even if Willie endured the punishment of his own. For that time, they remain quiet till she breaks the silence.

"....Willie.."

"Yes?"

"Are you.." she hesitates which was making the other quiet. "Angry due to you being punished with me?" he heard her say but Willie never seen her like this unless she was nervous of Matt being mad for something she did.

"..No, of course not mistress. I'm not angry because of that." he said but Shrika sighed to look down. Her fingers sting to see him come over but gently saw. "Besides, why would I be angry? I always did say I'm yours for life since you saved me from being locked in prison for ever. So I feel it's fair that I repay you to aid you in anything I can." He looks to carefully take her hands in his to use his telekinetic power to try soothing the stinging from her fingers.

"........I'm unsure why your not? You got in trouble due to following my orders and trying to kill that snake and bat. But you still would help me no matter the cost." she sees him let her hands go carefully when he helps with the stinging.

"I Don't care if I did. I know Matt was furious as you and me for what we did..but that didn't stop me from following your order. Even helping with leading your pack like you told me to. I just..." He looks to her. "I wanna be sure to be of service to you Mistress.."

Shrika said nothing but she saw him even get on his knees in front of her. "What are you-" Right there, she saw him bow to her but she was not expecting him to do that.

"Hey, you don't have to do that. I get it. And I told you before right? Your my partner and not some lapdop. Your treated fair even if you tend to call me your mistress." Shrika sees Willie look up to her but he only sighed standing to sit.

"I know..but I did say I wanna be here to help and aid you with any task you give me. That's what a good partner does...right?" he knew that but he still would do what she asked of him. Even if he was being punished. He carries out her orders as requested. Shrika looks to him but they remain quiet in the room to think.

"......Even after all that your still loyal to me. Through and through....as a partner would be." She asees him nod to agree with her. He would do whatever she asked, whatever task she gave him, or order to pass and given. He'll follow it. At least he was loyal so that tells she made the right choice in saving him from the detention center. In a moment, she looks to Willie.

"...Can you pass me the plate? Now I'm hungry." she asked to see him nod, going to reach for the food and hands it to her.

"Here you go. Are you able to hold the plate?" he said to seeing her nod. As long as she was careful, she'll be fine. Now she was eating the food with Willie being here in case she needed something. Even after all that, Willie still wanted to be by her side. He accepted that and he knew she did too.

"After you eat, you wish to take a nap Mistress?" he asked.

".....That works and you don't have to always call me mistress you know." she said.

"I know..but it's showing respect towards you. However, be sure you eat Mistress.." he said to get some sparkling water for her to drink with the food. Shrika said nothing but looks to her plate and begins to eat. At least she's getting food in her so that's good. Later, he was still on the couch but seeing Shrika sleeping with her head resting on his lap since she's sleeping on the side.

He didn't disturb or wake her but he only remains quiet. Even through the punishments; Willie was always going to be her loyal partner.

[wheelsupin-azarathmetrionzinthos]

vex! for the ask game<3

Omg yes! Lady Vex'ahlia De Rolo, Baroness of the First House of Whitestone, Mistress of the Grey Hunt, Sixth Star of Pelor!!!!

favorite thing about them: Vex cares SO much, she tries to hide it but she'll always care so much about not just her family but EVERYONE. She loves her city, her family, the people of Emon. Vex just CARES, and it has hurt her so much in the past (her father) but also given her so much.

least favorite thing about them: This is hard, I love Vex so much, but I guess for my least favourite is more of a meta thing? Idk I'm forever annoyed about the way she got branded as "chaotic neutral" because of the broom thing. Like Vex's supposed greed is Fascinating to me, and I'm kinda annoyed about it forever??? (Sorry Matt)

favorite line: "My heart belongs to another." Yes I am an unrepentant perc'ahlia stan, but also like, it was Vex asserting herself against Saundor. She is and always has been in charge of her mind, desires, and wants.

brOTP: Oh this is SO HARD. I love Vex with everyone. Think I'll just gush about Vex and Kiki. They are just so special to me. I think about sometimes how they were so soft and sweet at first, before it all got complicated and hard, but they still loved each other through it all.

OTP: Perc'ahlia, I have written paragraphs about why they are perfect for each other. but basically she loved Percy when he thought no one could, not even himself. And he loved her, and he saw her for who she was. Flaws and all.

nOTP: uhhhhhhh I don't actually know who people ship Vex with that's not like Percy, Kiki, and Zahra? which I have no issues with. Idk probably if there's like twincest shipping???

random headcanon: The twins are mixed. And I know that's kinda what being a half elf is. But They Are Not White, and they have the same complicated identity vibes that I feel.

unpopular opinion: Uhhhhhh, I don't think that she's the dommy mommy that people want her to be.

song i associate with them: Hopeless Wanderer - Mumford and Sons

favorite picture of them: Vault Kiss by Babsdraw

[perkvpsvcho]

cr c2 ep9

lucky bitch.

os ads do sam são hilários, pqp

acho que é esse o ep em que a laura berra irada I'M PREGNANT enquanto sai da mesa? lmao

feeling sad. good thing i have cr right

look at them cheating as a team, so wholesome

laura being competitive IS SO FUNNY

unpleasant one & obnoxious one

MARISHA E TALIESIN SE COMPLEMENTANDO AO BATEREM NA PORTA SOS THIS IS A REAL FAMILY

fjord master class in charisma - student: beauregard

HE SAID ENTHUSIASM!

kkkkkkkkkkkk dois botões, Nott!!

a focus ford

a tiny little fiesta

nott disfarçada de fjord TEM QUE TER NA ANIMAÇÃO

YAAAAAY MY BABY HAS ARRIVED and yasha is just there, in a hot tub, looking all cool as usual sigh so hot

[jester asking about molly's tattoos] what about the Prince Albert? KKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK

aw she's so sleepy poor baby

poor ashley whatever she goes is body tattoos [blindspot oi]

same, beau/marisha. same [thirsting over naked yasha]

we made 60 gold in 3 days nott: I STOLE 2 BUTTONS! yasha: oh... how nice... travis losing it:

it makes me sad that yasha doesn't count herself as part of the team, she keeps saying you and stuff, not being included ): SHE'S A MIGHTY NEIN TOO

OH OH OH THATS RIGHT YASHA IS A BARBARIAN AND ASHLEY STILL HAS NOT HAD THE OPPORTUNITY TO START WITH HER CUTE LITTLE I WOULD LIKE TO RAGE omg i'm gonna die evey time she's so freaking adorable

NOT NOTT LEARNING HOW TO SWIM LIKE A DOG FOR FUCKS SAKE LMFAO

the single most precious baby

THE ANNOYING MISTRESS..? THE KNOWING MISTRESS!

mds a yasha só não é pior que o caleb pq ela tenta kkkkkk cute baby

[yasha not feeling comfortable enough to talk about her religion] nott: we can see your vagina! dm:

AS A VICTIM OF CAMPAIGN ONE, IT HAS TO BE KKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK yes everything is a milk bath

NO ONE FUCKING TOUCH ME

they go "hi" and "hi" to each other and taliesin whispers something to her and she comes close and they just

yasha: pretty spectacular that [the rucy of the sea] is your mother beau: she has her own single [LAURA SHAKING HER HEARD NO] KKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK Ô CARALHO DE NOVO NAO

BEAU E FJORD MOM AND DAD DO GRUPO ENSINANDO A NOTT A MERGULHAR EU VOU MORRER DE AMOR

meanwhile nott volta debaixo d'água berrando que vai matar todo mundo

shoot your shot, beau

yasha: he [shakaste] called you baby a lot? beau: yeah i was kind of into it, i dind't feel demeaned by it. makes me feel good, makes me feel safe [no but same here pls]

gahd, it's good to see you [molly/taliesin pra yasha/ashley sou eu]

BEAUYASHA BOTH WAITING EVERY ONE TO GET OUT FIRST

askfjkfadkfkkkkdsjdsksksjaksjksk idiots]

laura: who gives up first? marisha: we're in hot tub chicken right now

yasha: i dont care to show anything, beau: NO? yasha: i just wanted to see everybody else naked first beau: it's kind of my thing ISTFG THESE TWO IDIOTS

yasha sai da água marisha pro dm: do i get a nice view? matt e ashley: yes PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER WOMAN

hihihih fjord doesnt want to be away from jester is that i'm getting here????

UGGHHH JESTER I LOVE YOU

yasha socially awkward such a baby

aff ashley e esse pirulito enorme vou mmt

omg are they gonna fight? IS SHE GONNA RAGE???

yasha: i sense a little sarcasm in you, sir dmpc: it's a dwarven thing. i've got resting bitch voice

YOU PEOPLE HAVE LESS THAN 30 MINUTES TO LET ME HAVE ASHLEY SAYING I'D LIKE TO RAGE. DO NOT FUCK THIS UP

it's not happening, is it? i'm gonna be so sad

laura looks like a proud mama

YOU KICKED HIS CAT INTO OBLIVION!!! dm: i didn't

jester by herself is already the cutest, but when she talks to the traveler.... ugh. too much

matt: will be going to kentucky marisha:

AND ASHLEY WILL BE BACK ON THE NEXT EPISODE!!! 10000% CHANCE SHE'LL SAY I WOULD LIKE TO RAGE[

everything hurts and i'm dying but i want more ashley i want more yasha i want more mighty nein

[just-some-random-blogger]

Seeing one of the gifs you reblogged with Daemon on Dragonstone with the egg reminded me, why did they change that for the show? I have not seen any explanation for that change anywhere and thought maybe you or some of the people here have ideas.

Because it very straight-forward in the books, Daemon is mad Rhaenyra is declared Princess of Dragonstone so he goes to Dragonstone with his mistress because he thinks he is the rightful heir and Prince of Dragonstone, he gets Mysaria pregnant and gets an egg for the unborn child, Viserys is mad, Daemon is sent back to Vale to his lawfully wedded wife and Mysaria is shipped off to Lys, losing the child on the way and at the end Daemon is jaded against his brother.

Why did Daemon in the show just steal the dragonegg for no reason and lie to everyone about getting his mistress pregnant? And then it is Rhaenyra who convinces him to give the egg in the show even though Daemon in the books needed no convincing from anyone and obeyed the king on his own because he threatened him with treason? Like yes, Rhaenyra is not 8 when this happens like she is in the books so they were like "We can get a Daemyra scene from this" but the whole thing just makes very little sense in the show.

tbh i had to look back at my reblogs to know what you were talking about and when i did i was like oooooh that one. im honored to have received such a passionate message but i think im not the person to talk to this about. i know very little about the books. honestly, the only reason why im in this fandom to begin with was because i saw matt smith as daemon a couple times on the net and it festered in my brain and then i looked it up and i was like hes hot then i saw fics and read them then i was like omg hes filthy and hot i wanna write fics about him so i watched the show and wrote about him and now im here.

i have since learned a lot about daemon from the internet and other fans, and ive seen a lot of people say he was so badly destroyed in the show. i would assume any changes done for tv would be to make it better but according to the ss of tweets ive seen, the showrunners are purposefully destroying him because they are too scared he'll be loved too much????????? lmao

there's this interview thing ive seen of matt smith talk about why he was sat on the iron throne the first time we see daemon and he was like is that his way of saying he wants the throne or does he like wanna annoy his bro-- something like that, matt speaks about him better than i do. and so i think perhaps the same thing could be said for the egg thing???? but idk maybe they really did just want a rhaenyra interaction to happen because i think it ties well with the show, considering its parallelism in the finale.

it was something starkly apparent to me when i was watching that final episode, or whichever episode it was, on that bridge thing with otto and daemon duking it out, just like the incident with the egg, but now rhaenyra was now on the other side of the bridge. honestly it made me go 'cinema' it was pretty satisfying to me and perhaps that was the point? i enjoyed it, especially with daemon spitting back the 'mummer's farce' back at otto. go daddy!

anyway, regardless of where you stand on the whole daemon character destruction thing, i hope you can still enjoy that psycho barbie <3

[the-big-nope]

I would push back on the idea of defending the gods as supporting the will of imperialist mass murderers in equal measure to supporting Ludinus, because if you're talking about the gods' followers then that issue should be taken up with them, and if you're talking about the gods themselves, they already largely addressed that issue by exiling themselves entirely from Exandria for the last thousand years in repentance for their actions and largely minding their own business and letting mortals determine their own fate (until Ludinus started fucking around at least). One could argue that maybe their exile was not punishment enough, but Ludinus still took it into his own hands to exact retribution at the cost of a compromise that, in terms of the power balance between gods and mortals, was working fairly well until he flipped the table, causing the suffering and deaths of hundreds if not thousands of people. The gods have done wrong, yes, but Ludinus is currently the active threat, and unlike the gods, he refuses to see any wrong in his actions and will not stop regardless of the harm he does.

That's why I personally find issue with the way the conflict of this campaign has been set up. If this campaign had been shortly post-Calamity, I would have been all for that messiness, but the gods have played nice for nearly a millennium. It was shown in Downfall that they left Exandria because they knew they had done wrong, and the Knowing Mistress explains in the final arc of C1 that the gods had accepted stepping back into the role of guides for those who sought them, and it was up to mortals to determine their destinies. They only started acting up again because Ludinus forced the situation. Bells Hells didn't seem to have any preestablished beef with the gods beyond vague antipathy either, so this isn't personal to them. I just don't buy into the urgency of the gods being some sort of problem it's important to deal with; have a conversation certainly, call them out for their wrongdoings, but when it comes to immediate threats to Exandria, Ludinus and Predathos seem far and away a worse issue.

That all being said, I hope this doesn't come off as aggressive. I just wanted to add some nuance from those of us that don't really vibe with how this story was laid out. I do agree with you on some things, like what you said about Matt kind of giving mixed messages. Like, on the one hand it seems like the absorb Predathos plan is genuinely on the table, but all that's been implied from history and Orym's vision from the Wildmother portrays something monumentally powerful and terrifying, so what logical person would take that risk? And I do wish I could enjoy the main conflict for what it is, but the way it was set up overweights the threat onto Predathos and the Ruby Vanguard's side, so if it was the intention to present the Vanguard and the gods as on equal narrative footing, it unfortunately didn't stick that landing. I hope that the coming episodes provide some revelations that help clarify the situation, but I think the story would have been better served if they had come sooner.

when i think about the criticism that C3's god's plot doesn't work because there was no indication the gods were worth questioning in previous campaigns, i think about-well, first i think about the fact that this isn't true. criticism of the Matron's actions with Vax exist within the text of C1 itself, and even then Ioun suggests that the best course of actions for the gods might be leaving Exandria to the mortals. we learn of what happened in Aeor in C2. we spend quite a bit of time there!

i also think about Matt saying during his fireside that considering Ludinus, his motivations and perspective, made him start to rethink his own opinion on the gods. and that Abubakar made him rethink things even more. imo he was right to follow that instinct, but it's no surprise that part of the audience didn't follow in turn and are now frustrated at where we've ended up. i remember when we were introduced to Hearthdell, and the angel of the Dawnfather showed up, and how a few people went beyond being upset at the Hells in-story to taking umbrage with Matt for the scenario he set up, for what it might have said about the Dawnfather. i mean shit, the angel appearing filled me with a sense of dread too!, even if only because it made it clear that the Hells didn't have real allies on either side of this fight.

it's been almost 10 years. longer, even, when you include the Exandria that existed prior to CR. of course an artist, and his opinion on the world he created, is going to change in that timespan. not even just Matt, but much of the cast as well! in TLOVM they've started to go back and more overtly set the stage for C3's themes and story in a way they can't with the actual C1. that's all part of the beauty of telling a story for so long and in so many forms.

admittedly for me it's a little like idk, i am now the fan being serviced, skill issue on y'all's part. but i do get that realizing something you loved so long is heading in a different direction than you are is a devastating experience. i don't think that's a good reason for it not to change though!

[vicontheinternet]

Bringing jo back to head the school and take over from ric>>>>>

[nocturnalchaos]

M’kay. So, for those who did not see it previously (as the post was a reblog and is kinda hidden on tumblr), below is the rough draft of the prologue that I am working/pondering on writing. And I am going to include my rough draft of the opening chapter I had in mind when I wrote this.

Author’s Note: This is written as a DamiRae fanfic which will explore what happens when Raven gets pregnant. I’m also contemplating if I should have the fanfic be a JayRae fanfic instead of a DamiRae (ie. Raven is pregnant with Jason Todd’s baby and there is no romantic relationship between Raven and Damian). When I first planned out this storyline I had DamiRae in mind. But a JayRae pregnancy is a storyline that is not really explored by a lot of fanfics (via what I can find on AO3 or Fanfiction.net). Also, I feel like I have a better handle on how I want to write Jason in this situation/fanfic. I don’t know… I will need to sleep on it.

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Prologue(?)

John Constantine had never needed a cigarette so badly in his life.

And alcohol.

He needed a cigarette for the stress and enough alcohol to make him forget all of this shite.

He would have gotten that cigarette by now if he wasn’t afraid of a certain Nutter with a katana removing the hand holding the desired cigarette. The last one he tried to smoke near her had ruthlessly been bisected by a Batarang.

John looked down at the young, very pregnant, woman at his feet. Her panting could be heard over the chaos outside the pocket of calm readiness that enveloped the magic circle. The magic circle beneath their feet gave off a red glow. Giving everything an eerie vibe as they were partially lit from below. John prayed that this magic circle would do its job and provide enough protection from the shit show outside.

“Ahhhh! CONTRACTION!!” She shrieked as her hands clenched and stretched the fabric of her oversized shirt. Her face briefly turning demonic before reverting back to her usual appearance. Sweat dotted her face and dampened her hairline. Purple strands of hair clung to her sweat soaked face.

Bracelets of a matte black metal encircled the woman’s wrists. Hairline cracks had starting to appear in the metal when her first contraction had occurred. With each subsequent contraction the cracks had grown, and occasionally, gave off the odd black spark. Both the magic circle and metal bracelets encircle her wrists working together to protect everyone. Especially the bracelets, they will hopefully prevent her from leveling… everything.

Through gritted teeth she spoke.

“John!” Determination filling her usually emotionlessness voice.

“What!” He snapped the word at her as he stood next to her supine body. On the opposite side of her body, the Nutter stood guarding her with a katana in each hand. The Nutter shot John a glare before going back to his vigilant readiness.

“You’re going to have to deliver the baby!”

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Chapter 1 (wip)

*10 months earlier*

Raven smiled softly as she looked at Damian from her reclined position on the king size bed. Afternoon sunlight from the nearby window illuminated her slightly disheveled purple hair as she head rested on a pillow. Titus’s big black blocky head rested on her flat stomach beneath her gentle hand. Eyes closed in contentment, the Great Dane’s big body sprawled on the bed next to his mistress. The dog’s stillness indicated that Titus was awake to Raven.

Titus tended to be a restless sleeper. He would shuffle, scoot, twitch, and curl during his sleeping hours. This habit of Titus’s bugged Damian when he allowed the dog to sleep on their bed at night. As the dog’s restless sleeping habits would wake Damian in the middle of the night. Because of his early upbringing with the League of Assassins, Damian was a light sleeper and always would be.

It had become part of her morning routine to make Damian a strong cup of coffee after nights when Titus was allowed to sleep in their bed. Yes, their bed.

When Damian had turned 18 and had been her boyfriend for 2 years, Damian and Raven had decided that they wanted to live together in shared a room in Titans tower as they were both still an active part of the Titans team.

Titus let out a deep sigh bringing Raven back to the present. Sounds of rustling and a deep male grumble came from Raven’s right.

Nearby, a 19 year old Damian Wayne, sat in a wooden chair. Long legs spread wide to support the lap desk holding his sketchbook in his lap. He sat hunched over the thick pad of paper. His fingers were covered in the sooty black charcoal.

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Please let me know what you think in the comments or reblog. I am really curious to see what you have to say about how this story should turn out or explore.

[j2miner]

"The mistress will be right down, Can I get you something to eat, some tea perhaps." The butler asked as I sat of the vintage couch, trying not to shiver. The furniture being a mish match of styles didn't quiet fit the ascetic of the mansion, then again nothing from the modern era really does.

"No," I say & take out the thermal flask, the cheep tea bag giving it a vagally fruity flavor clamming to be 'Orange Blossom'

"You realize that you don't need to do that," the butler said, dusting another corner of missed matched candle holder "it doesn't work that way with me."

"I'd rather not take the chance." I snipped back, what I learned is that you always need to go back to the original mythology of a creature to know there true abilities, at least to the older ones. Guess what, its all mental. If your a new one then yes, you get the whole package, but I was dealing with a 200 year old vamp & a Fae.

Huffing the browny turned to me and stated with a rather un ingenuity deminer and flatly stating "I am a Browny, a house cleaning spirit, one that is the unseen helper. One that is forced to leave if insulted by the homeowner, That being Lady Matilda good sir. I have no reason or means to harm you."

"Yah, but old Lovecraft took the name eldritch from the old word for Fae" I shoot back, leaning forward to look at them but not into there eyes. "I'm not gong to take chances. I've read the Brothers"

"I'm sure you have', just like how everyone in the modern age has read Homer, or Marks, or Tolkien." they show back, not bothering to look at me as they continued there work by the fireplace.

Sighing I relaxed and mumbled "I'm a F-ing HVAC tech, and got dragged into a world of Magic mumbo jumbo, how the heck am I suppose to react?"

Pausing the butler tilted there head in thought, then said "Like with any other client, respect. You, unlike your fellow craftsmen, do not seek to swindle your clients. You do good work, and are willing to do overtime in order to get the work done right, and not just done."

Taking another sip of my thermos I asked "And her?" I asked my eyes drifting to the stairs, both of knowing the meaning of the subject.

"She has always been well adjusted, but too… naïve" they hesitated, speaking of the home's owner in such a way. "It is why she was turned in the first place, too trusting… And what got her trapped in the first place."

We were going to continue but the intentional creaking of the upstairs door, one that they paid good money for, alerted us to the owner of the house.

"Ah, Matt, so how is everything? Did you figure out what happened to the System, it only twenty years old." The mistress of the house asked, she stiped down to the Victorian equivalent of skimpy wear, a fan in her hand as she tried to bear the overheated (to her) house.

"Not god" I said pulling out my phone & showing her pictures of the Compressor completely blackened "The thing was way to small when it was put in.. Because it was never meant for running all the time, or at such a low temperature, meant only during the height of summer." I didn't know what she expected, the place wasn't supposed to be at a balmy 40 degrease "The system is going to need to be torn out & replaced, your going to have to get something larger, probably a 4 ton. And you need a dehumidifier"

"De-humidifier?" She asked, not familiar with that word

"It takes ingenuity out of the air, so you don't get water condensing off your walls. Dry and Cold instead of Wet and Damp." I stated back "I like the walls drippings," She said "I reminds me of home"

"I's also destroying your house, there pools of water where there shouldn't be, and its warping the wood… I wouldn't be surprised if there's a lot of mold in the walls as well." I said

"That's what a Undead Vampire's home should be" She stated, not getting why I would want to get rid of it..

Sighing I rubbed the bridge of my nose, the supernatural had a.. Interesting taste in dwellings, but they were a lot more accommodating than most people. "Stuff isn't built like it use to be, if this keeps up y'all have to gut the house & re do it in half a year, and it would only last ten after that."

Eyeing me she sighed & walked over to the cabinet pulling out the check, Mumbling i herd her say "What happened with Human ingenuity to make an item last past your death?"

Taking the check in hand I said "Consumerism & short term memories. No one what's seeming good but expensive, they want something cheep that they can throw away. So we can start Sunday, it going to be…."

A Idea that came to mind while reading vampire folklore & Tumbler head-cannon posts, Vampire are usually obsessive, be that at people or things. And we have the trope of them twisting things into grotesque version of there previous interests, such as using blood to paint or twisting human bodies into monstrous statues. What happens to vampire who have more mundane interests/hobbies? What happens when a thousand year old vampire obsessed with candle making do? (Well besides start using a multitude of human bodies as the bace for the candles), Would they do shit like taking ten years to mold & carve a decretive candle in the shape of hyperrealist animal only to toss it into a pile of other previous attempts at a slight flaw?

And that is assuming there hobby is creative, what if the fang barer had something like physical exercise? "Ok, I have my jog around Europe all planed out, It will take three months, ill get back just in time to start laundry, have a quick snack before Elizbeth show's up". I know that they cant cross running water & the sea has a lot of salt so they cant exactly do a "Swimming across the English channel" but between the tips of South America & Africa, but still what sort of cray shit would they get up to?

Then again on the other side, how lazy & bad can they get. The 'I can do it later' mentality but when you have a near endless immoral life you can put stuff off for decades. Imagen trying to get the money for a commission you started in the early 1800's only to find that the entire bloodline is dead, and having to track down any connection, and the only living blood descendent is some HVAC technician living out in nowhere Ohio who knows nothing of his family history other than he was adopted & now has to try and convenes this Vampire that 1)he doesn't want it. 2) cant afford it, and 3) has no room for it in his shack of a house.

[dyns33]

Slave

So I did a Slave Matt. 

Y/N had been clear, she didn't want a slave.

Although some of them chose to become slaves, most were forced to, and in the end it was never really a choice, but a question of money. It was that, prison, or death.

So maybe she was "saving" someone by agreeing to become a Mistress, since she already knew that no matter what, she would treat that person like the human being they were, but despite everything, it was not a pleasing situation.

Still, as often, her parents didn't listen to her, and when she graduated and arrived at her home, she found a stranger in the middle of her living room.

Young, quite handsome. No, very beautiful. With his little smile, his brown hair with some red highlights, and his dark glasses. It was by seeing his cane that Y/N understood why he wore glasses.

           "Hello ?" she said cautiously as she approached.

           "Hello Mistress."

           "... No."

           "No ? I... I'm not suitable for you ? Is it because of my handicap ?"

           "What ? No ! No, sorry, I just didn't want a slave."

           "Oh. You... Are you dismissing me then ?"

The man quickly became nervous.

Even though she didn't know much about how slavery worked, Y/N knew that it was not a good thing for them to be dismissed.

It sent a bad sign to the next Masters who were going to acquire them, if anyone wanted them, and it gave the assholes the right to be more demanding, more mean.

Even though most Masters were mean no matter what.

           "It's okay, we'll find a solution." she sighed, holding out her hand, before feeling stupid and explaining to him what she was doing. "I'm Y/N. Please call me that, not Mistress."

           "As you wish Y/N."

           "What is your name ?"

           "The name you want Mi...Y/N."

           "Hmm. But... I'd like your name. If you have one."

           "... Matthew Murdock. Matt."

           "Happy to meet you Matt."

The first day was complicated. Matt didn't seem to understand his new Mistress' behaviour at all, waiting for her to order him around, use him or punish him.

Instead, she was kind, patient, asking him if he wanted to drink, eat, shower, sleep. Trying to get to know him.

It wasn't easy to get him to say how he had become a slave, but he ended up doing it, probably because he thought he had no choice, and not because he wanted to.

Matt's mother left when he was still a baby, he became blind when he was very young, and his father died when he was eleven.

Thanks to the money that remained in the account he had inherited, he was able to go to the orphanage, but not being rich either, there came a time, when he was finally an adult, when he could no longer pay, he did not have a diploma and even if he was strong and clever, his handicap prevented him from having access to many jobs.

Matt was thus more or less forced to become a slave.

He had two or three Masters before her, not for long, because they always had something to say about him.

That was why Y/N's parents got him for a decent sum. She hated that sentence.

No, she hated the whole story.

           "Good. Matt, let me be very clear. You are not my slave."

           "...Your parents signed a document proving otherwise. And the law says I must obey you without question, wearing a collar that..."

           "Yes, I know. But I don't want it to be like this between us. I want us to be like friends, okay ? You can do whatever you want... Well, I'll look at the rules, but when we're together, you don't have to ask my permission to do anything, you don't have to obey me, and you can tell me what you think or want."

           "... Okay ?"

He didn't seem convinced, but Y/N hoped he liked it. No doubt he needed a little time to get used to it and be certain that she was sincere.

The next day, she inquired whether there were any measures to be taken to allow a slave to have more freedom under the law.

Also if she could free a slave.

For the first question, there were indeed permits that she had to sign, and that Matt had to keep with him, to prove that his Mistress had given him permission to go out alone, to answer back, to work, and lots of things. Absurd things that anyone should be allowed to do freely.

For the liberation, it was not so simple. Matt had to prove that he was capable of being a free man, and therefore he had to be financially independent. The system was flawed, as almost no slaves could manage to do this.

Y/N signed all the authorizations she could legally sign, and she kept the steps to take to free a slave, before returning home to discuss with Matt.

           "If you could work, what would you like to do ?"

           "... You want me to work ?"

           "No. But when you were a kid, did you have a dream job ?"

           "Hmm. Lawyer. I always wanted to be a lawyer."

It wasn't easy, but Y/N managed to convince her parents to let Matt study to become a lawyer. They had enough money, in addition to the subsidies that the State agreed to provide for certain programs.

It was very complicated and ridiculous. But Y/N didn't care, as long as Matt could do what he loved.

Having a job, she couldn't come to see him every day, but she called him, checking on him, and reminding him that he didn't need to tell the other students about his status.

Matt told his roommate, Foggy Nelson, about it anyway. A charming boy. He didn't judge Matt at all, keeping his secret, helping him when needed and becoming his friend. He also became friend with Y/N, admiring what she was doing.

           "I have never heard of a Owner sending their Slave to school."

           "First of all, I'm not his Owner. My parents signed the papers. And to convince them, I had to sweet talk them saying that it would be convenient for him to be a lawyer, so we wouldn't have to pay for one if we had issues."

           "And the real reason ?"

           "I want Matt to be as free as possible."

This made Matt smile, as he relaxed more and more with her as the years passed.

There were still times, when they were in public, when he felt he had to behave like a slave, but when they were alone they were just two friends, talking, laughing, being totally equal.

Of course, Matt being Matt, it didn't take long for Y/N to fall in love. She realized this a little before he graduated.

To avoid an awkward situation, she decided that he should have his own apartment, as soon as he got a job with Foggy in a law firm. It would be good for his emancipation record, proving he was totally independent, and she wouldn't suffer every day seeing him.

Because nothing could happen between them until Matt was free. Y/N couldn't do that. It would have been unfair and an abuse of power. She had clearly told him that he could have lovers if he wanted to, that was no problem. And he did, even though she didn't ask for any details.

Besides, even if in the end they were only friends, it was not important and would absolutely not change her decision.

When he got his first salary, she sent the liberation request. Without telling him. To surprise him. And he wouldn't be disappointed if it was rejected.

The following month, he and Foggy had the good idea to resign to create their own agency. Y/N took a deep breath, trying to stay calm, before preparing a letter to support this decision and show that Matt was still going to make money.

Well, if Matt stopped doing pro bono and agreed to be paid with cash and not cakes.

           "It's very nice, really, but you have rent. Groceries to run. Matt, you have to get paid."

           "I'm telling him all this all the time." sighed Foggy. "He's not listening."

           "You want me to ask customers for money ?"

It was a trap. She knew that when Matt asked those kinds of questions, in a certain way, it was to find out if she was giving him an order.

           "No. I want you to avoid sleeping under a bridge, without having anything to eat. Of course, you could stay at my place or Foggy's if that happened, but that would be a shame. Even if it's not much, they have to pay a bit. It's normal to pay for a job, Matt. Please."

           "... Very well."

It was rare for Matt to refuse her anything. Y/N hoped it was because he knew she was right, and not because he didn't want to upset her.

There were, however, times when Matt hid things, refusing to answer and even lying. Like when he started getting wounds on his face and body.

He always had a good excuse, saying that he had fallen down the stairs, that he had bumped into a door, that a bicycle had accidentally knocked him down. Y/N didn't believe him, but when he asked her to leave it, she didn't insist.

It was the night she happily came to tell him he was free, carrying a bottle of champagne and a Braille version of the letter, that she found out the truth.

Like everyone in Hell's Kitchen, she had heard of the Devil. This masked man, dressed in black, who saved the innocent and fought the criminals.

She never would have imagined it was Matt.

Finding him bleeding on the floor, half dead, Y/N panicked, but when she wanted to call for help, Matt grabbed her arm saying he didn't want to go to the hospital, asking her to contact Claire.

The professional nurse, visibly tired by the Devil's bullshit, but sympathetic to Y/N seeing her distress, took care of him.

Before Matt woke up, Y/N had time to ask herself a lot of questions. How did he manage to fight so well ? Was he really blind ? Why was he doing this ? Wasn't he afraid to die ?

She didn't have time to ask him, because as soon as he regained consciousness and realized that she was there, that she had seen him, that she knew, he threw himself at her feet, starting to cry and beg.

           "Mistress, I'm sorry. Please, don't report me. Don't dismiss me. I'll be good. You... You can punish me ! Do whatever you want to me ! I'll stop if you order me, I promise. Mistress, have mercy !'

Looking at him, Y/N suddenly felt empty, her heart slowly breaking.

She understood that Matt had never trusted her. He had always thought she was insincere when she said they were equal. So he had always acted the way he thought she wanted him to act, becoming her friend because she asked him to, like everything else.

Without saying a word, she handed him the letter, letting him decipher it with a shaking hand, as she walked out of the apartment without looking back, even when he cried her name desperately.

The days that followed, she avoided him, not answering his calls and not leaving her apartment.

Then Y/N wanted to drown her sorrows so she went to a pub, not caring about the time, and having to go home when it was late, and she was a little drunk, and the streets were dangerous.

Of course she got mugged. But she barely had time to understand what was happening, the Devil was already there, grabbing the man and knocking him out with a single punch, before turning to her to check that she was okay.

She pushed him away when he tried to touch her face.

           "Fuck you Matt."

           "...Y/N. I'm sorry."

           "Why ? Because you're an asshole ?"

           "You... You freed me." he whispered as if he still wasn't sure it was true.

           "Shit. You doubted that too ? Really, fuck off and leave me alone."

           "No, wait !" he begged her, pulling off his ridiculous mask, revealing his sad eyes, no doubt because he knew she had a hard time resisting them.

           "No, you wait ! Damn it, Matt, I loved you ! We were friends ! And even if we hadn't been friends, I would have freed you anyway. I would free all the slaves if I could!  I said I was against this system from day one ! But you didn't believe me. No, you said to yourself that I was an idiot, a little utopian who lived in an enchanted world, but who was going to abuse you at one point, so you had to be nice to her, to stay out of trouble. You... Have you been yourself with me at least once ? Just once ? Or it was all a lie ?"

           "You do not understand." he sighed.

           "You cried. You called me Mistress !"

           "I panicked ! I had taken a blow to the head ! Listen to me, you would have had every reason to get angry and dismiss me ! I am breaking the law, and since I was your slave, your property, that would make you responsible. If I had been caught, you would have been in trouble, your family would have been in trouble, and I would have completely understood that you resent me for that. I never wanted to put you in danger. I did everything to be careful, so that no one ever knew who I was, so that they wouldn't trace you. I want to make the city better, I want to protect people, I want you protect ! I love you, I..."

           "You love me ?"

           "I..." Matt stammered, biting his lips nervously. "Of course. I knew you were sincere. It was so wonderful, too good to be true. You were too good for me. And I knew you liked me, but you were too honest to do anything because of our situation. I didn't think that... I mean, I knew that if you could, you would do it, but the procedures are so long and complicated, I didn't dare to hope..."

They stayed like that, without saying a word, in this small, dark and narrow alley, with an unconscious man a few meters from them.

It was all completely surreal, but Y/N tried to stay calm and to think.

Now Matt was free. He was sorry, he had panicked, but he loved her. Either way, he said he loved her. He had no reason to pretend now that he was free.

In any case, she hoped not.

And there were no more secrets between them, now that she knew about the Devil.

           "Alright... We could... start over. Now that you're free. Being friends, dating and then... Maybe more. But promise me it's not because I freed you and that I didn't report you to the police afterwards ! You don't owe me anything !"

           "I would never do such a thing !"

           "Oh I know you Matthew Murdock ! You would, because you are a sweet idiot."

           "I promise ! Never !"

           "Good, very good."

Slowly, Matt moved closer to her, until their bodies were almost touching, his face inches from hers, as if he was going to kiss her.

           "We could start over or... You could come to my place and... Hmm."

           "Hmm ? Hmm." she repeated, feeling her heart quicken. "We could."

           "I dream of kissing you since I met you."

           "Oh really ?"

           "Yes. I liked your voice right away. Your scent. And then when I realized you were the nicest person in the world, it was hard to keep my distance. I was sad when we were separated during my student years, then when you found me an apartment, I liked living with you."

Y/N didn't move in with Matt the next day. But they spent the night together, and then they never left each other.

[madamebaggio]

Fake dating Jessica Jones x Matt Murdock

as requested by @notcompared​

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“Should I call you ‘sweetheart’? Or do you prefer ‘babe’?”

Jessica gave him a flat look -even though he couldn’t see it. “Do you prefer to keep all your teeth?”

He grinned at her. “I’m just trying to figure out what type of couple we are.” He told her, oh-so-reasonably.

“Not the ‘babe’ type.” She told him dryly. “I just need you to do your weird listening thing for me.”

“Weird listening thing?” He snorted. “Sure. What am I now? A bug?” 

“Yes.” Jessica said easily. “Besides, you owe me.”

That surprised a laughter out of Matt. “What for?”

She pulled him by the tie and fixed it for him. “For putting up with you.”

Matt grinned at her, and let her fuss with his tie. “Seems fair.” He spoke up.

“I’m glad you think so.” She threw at him sarcastically. “Just listen to their conversation and tell me if they’re planning on selling the restaurant, ok?”

Jessica’s client thought his son and his wife were planning on selling the family restaurant to some guy. She hadn’t found any information so far, but they were going to a party tonight and this guy was going to be there as well.

“Yes, darling.” Matt agreed easily.

“No ‘darling’.” She warned him.

“Just ‘Jess’, then?”

“Unless you want to call me ‘mistress’.”

Matt snorted. “Duly noted.” He offered her his arm. “Shall we?”

Jess almost pointed out he was a dork, but she was pretty sure he already knew that. She linked his arm to his and they crossed the road to enter the gallery where the party was going down.

Matt could hear the sound of the soft fabric of Jess’s dress as she moved and he wanted to ask her about it. He wanted to know what color it was, where she had gotten it and if the heels she had on were the same color. However, she was tense and clearly uncomfortable in it, so he decided not to mention it.

As soon as they entered the gallery, Matt was assaulted by the noise and the smells around them, so he focused on Jess and let her guide him.

She parked them by the bar.

“I can’t see them.” She said, after taking a look around.

“Maybe they’re late.” He commented, then grabbed two flutes of champagne from a passing waiter. “Here.” He gave her one of the flutes.

Jessica groaned. “Great. Warm champagne.”

“Would you prefer warm whiskey?”

“Yes.” She downed the champagne as if it was a tequila shot, then put the flute on the bar.

Matt decided to tease her a bit. “You’re too far for a date.”

He was sure she rolled her eyes. “I bet you say that to all the girls, Murdock.”

“I just think we have to be convincing.”

She narrowed her eyes at him. “If you were anyone else, I’d think you were trying to get cute with me.”

Matt hummed noncommittally, which didn’t ease Jess’s concerns at all.

“They’re here.” She said suddenly, stepping closer to him. She put a hand on his chest, leaning closer. “By the stairs. The wife is laughing really loud.”

“If she sounds like a hyena, then I can hear her.” Matt grimaced.

Jess grinned. “That’s the one.”

Matt tried to focus on their voices. Sometimes, when there were too many people around and music it was hard to focus on one person’s voice. Especially when he didn’t know the person’s voice to begin with like now.

“Murdock.”

“I’m trying.”

“That’s not it.” Was Jess embarrassed? “You’re… Petting me.”

Matt hadn’t noticed he was doing it. She had one of her arms on the bar and he’d put his hand on it and was drawing circles with his thumb.

Matt cleared his throat. “Sorry.” He pulled his hand back. “I was distracted.”

“It’s fine.” Jess said, clearly trying to play tough.

At this point Matt couldn’t hear anything else in the room besides the beating of her heart.

[that-one-weeb-but-starwars]

A ball| Tup

Note: they did not need to make him that Pretty

Warnings: no not really, just Tup and Y/n fallin in love and steamy scene at the very end but kinda not really, also this is really long

Reader: female

Part 1 | 2 (in the works)

"Checkmate," Satine spoke.

"Damn it..." Y/n muttered, hand on her chin as Satine had one yet again another game.

Satine smiled at her, as Y/n tried reading the board seeing how it had exactly happened.

"Duchess, excuse me." A guard interrupted their leisurely game outside in the guards of the castle.

"It's no problem, what seems to be the problem?" Satine questioned.

"The preparations for the ball are underway, the royal seamstress says your outfits are done and asks if you both can approve of them."

"Yes of course," Satine spoke, two more guards walking up with boxes.

"Oh. no, I'm quite okay," Y/n responded, resetting the black and clear glass pieces.

"Y/n, you are turning 19, my dear, you'll need to look presentable," Satine spoke.

"Dutchess I believe I look presentable, I'm quite comfortable like this as well," Y/n told.

"I know my sweet child, you've always been comfortable with the bare minimum, but please, let me spoil you for one day," Satine responded.

Y/n was quiet as she set the final piece down, "very well..."

Satine smiled as she stood up to look inside the box and approve the dress, Y/n sat in thought, Satine wasn't her mother, no they looked drastically different after all, Y/n had been left in a bush in the palace gardens, Satine finding the child alone and in silence, busying herself with one of the flowers. Satine had gladly kept the child inside the palace walls until a parent came along, but no one ever came and Satine was suddenly a mother.

"Mistress." The guard spoke snapping her out of thought.

"Oh uh, yes." Y/n spoke standing up from her seat, and looking at the creme outfit with barely a glance, "Yes, it's beautiful, tell the Seamstress 100 thanks."

The guard nodded covering the box as they all bowed and left, Satine frowned, "Come walk. Let's talk my daughter."

"General Skywalker, do, do we really have to go as well?" Tup questioned, droids handing them all dark blue suits almost black in color, and matte.

"Yes, Obi-Wan was double security at this event for the Dutchess, and I agree with him," Anakin spoke, "Separatist parties will be there, Duchess Satine has a knack for being able to convince people, and with Padame they're practically an unstoppable team."

"But," Tup spoke, "Sir a, a party?"

"Diplomatic party, you'll be fine Tup."

Anakin then walked away to let his boys get ready and go get himself ready.

"I look good," Fives spoke checking himself out in the mirror.

"It's nice to wear something besides armor." Hardcase commented, "Makes me feel like a civie."

"A civie that just has thousands of replicas." Dogma argued.

"Oh get the stick out your ass," Jesse argued, "We can have fun for the one time in our life on the job,"

"Hey," Kix placed a hand on Tup's shoulder, "You okay?"

"Huh? Yeah," Tup spoke, "Crowds, uh aren't my thing."

"I'll make sure Rex posts you on the patio outside, you won't be around too many people then," Kix told.

"No, It's fine, I'm on the job- I'll, uh...just focus on that," Tup responded.

"Are you sure?"

Tup nodded as Kix returned the nod in understanding, going back to dressing himself, Tup went over to his bunk to dress, he'd admit, even though he was the same as everyone else in that room, he still felt shy, being a bit leaner than the others he started pulling his armor off to dress in the new outfit, simply putting the outfit over his blacks.

"What- No! Hey I want a titty window!" Fives argued.

"No," Echo demand, buttoning up his brother's shirt fixing Fives vest as well.

Tup stayed silent as he buttoned up the shirt, tucking it into the slacks and putting on the matching vest.

"OH Ho HO!" Fives whistled, "Look at Tup!"

"Yeah, thanks," Tup spoke, fixing the collar of his shirt, and pushing up the sleeves.

"Come on! Let your hair down! We're going somewhere fancy!"

"I'm good." Tup spoke

"He's way to excited for this." Dogma protested causing Tup to chuckle.

"You look nice." Tup commented.

"Uh. Yeah I guess." Dogma spoke.

The two had gotten close due to one another due to being not only regular troopers with no rank, but due to there quietness.

"OH HO HO! LOOK WHO JUST CAME IN! GENERAL TANO!"

The boys turned there head whistling playfully.

"Bad bitch is the house."

She wore a pinstrip pant suit, the lines orange on white fabric and a pair of heels. She laughed.

"We're almost there." She spoke, "Skyguy wants us on the transports now."

Tup followed suit of everyone else. Everyone doing as asked, it was odd, seeing everyone dressed up all fancy and nice.

Y/n sighed.

"Look up madame. They'll be plenty fine gentlemen there." A maid tried to pursuade, "or a woman if you'd prefer."

"Yes. I know." Y/n responded mindlessly, nose stuck in the book about game tactics, her goal to be her mother, "mhm. I've never tried that before."

The maid sighed finishing y/n's hair in the crowned braid.

"Look look beautiful."

"Mhm."

The maid frowned, and there was a knock on the door. It opened as Satine came in, the maid bowing and leaving quickly.

"You're nose still stuck in a book. You remind me much of Obi-wan."

"Is the party over yet?" Y/n questioned flipping the page.

"It hasnt even began my dear." Satine spoke, expecting a comment back Y/n kept silent sitting infront of her simple vanity it black in color and matched the bench she sat on.

Satine walked over, taking the open spot next to Y/n.

"What is wrong me dear?" Satine inquired, "You don't avidly read strategic books unless something is wrong."

Y/n sighed, marking the book with a string and setting it down.

"I. I just don't wish to go." Y/n responded.

"It is much bigger than that isn't it?" Satine refered, catching Y/n in her lie.

"I." Y/n sighed, "I am nervous."

"For what my darling?"

"People." Y/n responded, "I. This. People...it's...I dont have the skills."

"Well of course you do,"

"I've never been out the palace walls, I've never fallen in love, I've never been taken advantage of- I just- Don't know anything about people," y/n defended "I've never even seen another sential species besides the holograms and images in my books that use words. I know every launage out there but have never met there people- I-"

"Calm down, take a deep breathe." Satine soothed, "everything will be fine. I will be at your side. The whole time, and you know me. Don't you?"

Y/n nodded as Satine smiled, "You're turning 19 my dear, becoming a young woman. You can do this, and I will guide you through whatever you ask."

Y/n only nodded once more, "now. Lets put our. Pain killing heels on and make haste shall we? Guest are arriving and I'd like to introduce you to your very first group of friends, but first."

Y/n watched as Satine pulled out a box, "I had something much. Much more elaborate my birthday, but you I know. Like to keep things as simple as possible."

Y/n took the small box in hand. Opening the golden box there was a small golden crown, it reminded her of a laurel wreath, yet without as many leaves, a few littered around the gold band with a stone that was ment to set on her forehead.

"For you're love of nature a green stone." Satine spoke.

"Its beatiful, thank you." Y/n spoke softly pulling it out of its box.

"Allow me." Satine spoke, y/n handing it over and bowing her head, Satine with a smile set the item on her head.

Y/n raised her head back up, "quiet beatiful you have become."

Y/n smiled smallly, "now. Shall we make haste? To make new friends?"

Y/n nodded smally as Satine smiled.

With that they were off, y/n following Satine dressed up nice, and thanked maker for the soleless sandles given to her instead of heels.

Y/n wouldn't lie, when General Kenobi arrived as they walked out onto the royal landing pad she found no interest in him, bowing her head respectfully, she did the same with Anakin. A bit more intrigued with Ashoka, but nothing pictures hadn't depicted. A man stood next to Anakin, who was soon introduced as Captain Rex. Y/n welcomed and thanked him for coming, but besides that, she was silent during the conversation.

"Sir, apologies for interrupting."

"It's fine, Jesse go ahead," Anakin spoke, Y/n watching the man with a large tattoo on his face gave a brief report to his general as the two joined the tight group of talkers.

Y/n was intrigued with the man next to him, hair tied back in a bun as his brother in arms talked. He too seemed the silent type, staying behind Jesse's shoulder rather than next to him, it was a slight difference Y/n realized.

"Lady Y/n, these are two are some of my finest men, Jesse and Tup."

"Lady Y/n" Jesse spoke bowing his head.

"Nice to meet you," Tup spoke nervously, his hand outreached for a handshake, Jesse quickly pulling his brother's hand down who was already a nervous wreck.

"Apologies for my brother! He doesn't know how to act!" Jesse scolded elbowing Tup slightly who was already shaming himself mentally and Y/n could sense it, but Jesse was already dragging him away with an insane amount of apologies as he left. 

Y/n watched as they got far enough away to where Jesse had started to drag Tup by the collar of his shirt.

"Lively bunch aren't they?" Satine questioned Y/n who nodded.

"My apologies Duchess, Lady Y/n. The 501st is not very big on tradition, and neither is there general."  Obi-Wan scolded as Anakin shrugged.

"It's okay." Y/n finally spoke up, causing heads to turn, "I, um, apologizes. Duchess if I may."

"Yes, you can go ahead," Satine spoke worried for the girl as she rushed off quickly. 

"Will she be okay?" Ashoka questioned.

"She has no social skills, and on top that, no friends her age," Satine spoke solemnly, "I wish to help her but she's a closed book." 

"Have I got the perfect trooper for her to make friends with," Anakin responded

"You're not sending Fives or Hardcase over to her, if anyone to watch her it'll be Cody, at least he can stay on task," Obi-wan argued.

"I think me and my master have the same idea," Ashoka smirked.

"I- I'm sorry general- Me?" Tup questioned.

"Yes I need a clone with Lady Y/n at all times, and since she seems to like you after a slip up that could have cost us a whole war," Anakin spoke, "You're watching her,"

"General! I. I can't watch her! I. I. I. I have patrol!" Tup tried to argue.

"Kix is on patrol now, she's supposedly back in her room," Anakin spoke.

"Her- what!?" Tup argued.

"one of the guards will escort you thanks again."

"Wait! General!" Tup argued but he was walking away and waving to Tup happily. 

"Are you the clone trooper known as Tup?" A guard asked walking up to him.

"yes, but wait a minute!-"

"This way." 

Tup had no option but to follow a guard at his back and his front as they escorted him to the room. Anxiety racked his body, his hands clammy and squeezing each other as he gulped, the guards stopping and knocking.

"Mistress your escort is here."

"Oh, yes," Y/n spoke quietly, "He may come in alone."

The guards posted outside her room as Tup pushed one of the doors opened, he walked in silently and closed the door behind him carefully.

Looking straight on the large french doors were opened to a patio. Walking towards the open doors he found Y/n sitting on the floor a stack of books beside her with a chessboard by her side, her knees raised to her chest as her dress was laid out around her.

"I'm uh, your guard for the dance," Tup spoke, his thumb pressing into his palm.

"You can go back, I'm not going," Y/n told him, her mouth and jaw covered by her arms propped on her knees.

"oh, uh..." Tup spoke, not knowing what to do.

Y/n looked beside her, "You can sit, maybe you'll get in less trouble that way?"

He nodded in agreement, taking a seat on one side of the chess board. They sat in silence against the wall. Tup looking down at the pieces of the board set up on their respective sides, his clammy hands couldn't help but move a piece. Y/n looked overhearing the crystal click on the board. Looking down she picked up a piece and moved it, Tup moving his next piece without a word. Y/n looked down at the board, her legs falling from her chest and onto the ground flat as she looked over in thought. Picking up her next piece she took his pawn, setting it down on the side.  As they played they could hear the talk of guests starting to come to the palace. Due to where Y/n's room was it wasn't much to hear, just the occasional burst of loud laughter. 

"Ah yes! Yes!" One laughed spoke loudly, "I love the stars!"

Y/n suddenly came with an outburst the came with the man's hearty laugh, "I have loved the stars to foundly-"

"-to be fearful of the night." Tup finished moving his next piece.

Y/n's moved her gaze up softly then chuckled, "Mythology lover?"

"When I have the time, I mostly learn through tell and hear," Tup responded watching Y/n capture another piece.

It was silent again as Tup captured yet another piece, his eyes drifting over to her stack of books. Eyes glancing over the titles.

"H.P Lovecraft?" Tup questioned Y/n nodding.

"I find his stories interesting, I enjoy the horror genere as a whole." Y/n smiled moving her next peice, "do you like horror?"

Tup nodded, "I do occasionally, again hear and tell mostly."

Y/n nodded, "come with me."

Y/n stood up, walking into her room, Tup watching her.

"Come on." Y/n gestured holding out a hand for him.

He took it gently and was pulled up from his spot on the floor. Y/n led him by the hand into her room and towards a wall pushing on a certain spot a small door opened. Y/n leaned down walking through the door as Tup followed, Y/n closed the door behind them.

"Woah."

Y/n smiled, "the palace library."

"I am the only one who's ever in here." Y/n contuined.

The two walked side by side, out from the side of the room and into the center of the room. Tup turned around to speak, but he watched her pass a dusty window, the sun set passing in through cobwebs and dusty, shining on her think crown, her dress flowly and made up of multiple thin layers of fabric.

He gulped as she turned her head, stopping in her spot.

"What's wrong?"

"I," he started but stopped for a momment, "My name, its. It's Tup. I don't know if you-"

"Remember you?" Y/n questioned, "I do."

She walked up to him a hand extended, "Y/n."

He smiled as they shook hands.

"Tup." He introduced himself once again as they chuckled lightly.

They pulled away, Y/n's hands clasped infront of her.

"Well Tup its very nice to meet you again."

"Its nice to meet you too Lady Y/n."

"Lady Y/n!"

She took a quick step back from her closeness with Tup, clearing her throat.

"Oh thank maker..." the gaurd spoke under his breathe, "the duchess wishes for you to greet your guest."

Y/n nodded softly, "Well. Let's go?"

Tup nodded, the two leaving side by side in silence. They two making there way down to the main set of doors which led to the throne room.

"Lady Y/n." Obi-wan spoke, "The Duchess ask I escort you in while introduced."

"Oh." Y/n spoke looking at Tup he gave her an akwards thumb up, she chuckled and smiled at him with a nod.

Y/n smiled Obi wan extending an arm, Y/n linking arms with the Jedi General. The doors opened as they walked forward.

"Introducing Lady Y/n! Daughter of Dutchess Satine! Next in line for the throne!"

Y/n and Obi-wan walked forward people clearing a straight shot to her mother. Her and Obi-wan walked forward, feeling the stares on her she kept silent. It soon because uncomfortable, feeling the gaze more than just simple admiration or awe. She tensed as they walked making her to the steps to Satines throne. She pulled away from Obi-wan, bowing her head to her mother as she walked up, a smaller throne simplistic like how Y/n liked it and took a simple seat, she watched Tup sneak into the room carefully standing next to a man who had a medical band on his arm with his suit, before everyone started to fill the room again.

Satine stood up, she was making a speech Y/n zoned out, it was a greeting, thanking everyone personally for coming to celebrate Y/n's transition into womenhood.

"That's why I am glad to speak, Y/n's hand is extended for potential marraige candidates!"

Y/n sat up shocked, and Satine thanked everyone once again and took a seat. Everyone going back to chatting.

"Excuse me!? Marraige?" Y/n argued.

"It is a formality you do not have to marry anyone."

"Im not taking anyone into consideration," Y/n defended, crossing her arms and leaning back in her seat.

"Lady Y/n-"

"No." Y/n spoke, she was beyond annoyed.

"Thank you for your time..." he spoke bowing his head and walking away heart broken.

Y/n rejected any man that came up to try and give there hand to her.

Tup watched from afar, Kix and Dogma by his side. Men contuined to go up to her and as more and more did she seemed more and more irratated. He quickly walked away from his brothers would watched him out of confusion.

Watching him walk up to the thrown he started walking up the steps.

"Y/n," Tup spoke, holding a hand out for her, "I'd like to spend time with you, perhaps a dance?"

"Hey! Buddy wait in line!" A man argued but Y/n looked at Tup thanks in her eyes.

The lighting on him seemed perfect, he back lit perfectly, his eyes holding a smile along with his lips. Y/n grabbed his hand lightly as Tup helped her up, the two walking down the stairs hand in hand.

"Thank you." Y/n spoke they now in the crowd of people.

"Seems you needed it," Tup answered as Y/n chuckled.

"To the libary?"

"Actually," Tup spoke quietly, "I'd...like to have a dance with you."

Y/n flushed, "t-that sounds good. Yeah."

It was almost on cue did everyone backed up circling people who wanted to dance, Y/n and Tup in the center of it.

"Um. Tup." Y/n spoke.

"Hm?"

"Do you know how to dance?"

"Oh. Uh." Tup spoke, "no actually, do. Do you?"

Y/n shook her head no. The two laughing together as the music started.

"Suppose we should act like we're doing and maybe we'll fall in?" Y/n laughed.

Tup smiled in return, "I suppose."

The music started as they watched other, a simple waltz. Y/n and Tup luckily able to copy others, hands which once were placed in hand on on him, soon became more intimate, fingers intertwining. Tup's hand moving from her hip to the small of her back, she leaning into his touch just a bit more.

"Not bad." Y/n spoke softly, "we're doing decent."

Tup chuckled softly in return, "I suppose us clones learn quick."

"Clone?" Y/n questioned, "you're a clone?"

Tup looked at her confused, "You. You don't know that?" He questioned confused.

"I." Y/n spoke, "I don't mean to sound, uh, Rude."

Tup frowned, maybe she was an avid clone hater?

"I um. Havent payed much attention, to your face, my apologies." Y/n spoke, a flush coming to her cheeks.

"Am I offensive?" Tup questioned.

"No. No. Not at all." Y/n spoke, "On the contrary actually. I. Find you most appealing, your. Voice and presence is quiet soothing. You're a good man."

It was Tup's turn to flush, spinning her around softly as everyone else did. Her dress picking up just the slightest at the ends. Pulling her back into his grasp, it was sudden for both of them, there chest pressed up against one another, faces close, Tup's hand now across the small of her back grabbing her other hip as he lowered her into a dip, Y/n's arm around his neck as he did.

The claps of everyone was muffled in there ears.

Tup's nose brushing against hers as he tilted his head softly, Y/n stopping him with a hand on hie jaw , and she was raised up again in a flash.

"I. Im sorry" Tup apologized, everyone still clapping as Y/n bowed to him red faced.

"I...must go." Y/n spoke quickly rushing away and into the crowd.

"Wait!" Tup called rushing after her, she rushing out the throne room.

"My lady-"

"Im quiet fine a game of tag is all." Y/n defended rushing off, the urge of wanting Tup so bad fueling her feet as she ran from him.

Tup rushed looking both ways, "Which way did she go?"

"Left sir-"

Tup rushed after her, his shoes clicking against the marble floors of the palace as he ran. Seeing her take a turn up ahead he called her name once more, following her quick steps, she rushed into her ungaurded room and closing the door behind her.

Making it to the doors he panted for a moment, soon calming his breath he knocked on the door.

"Please! Y/n I did not mean to upset you!" He begged, "I. I should have asked asked you! I should have never just jumped into it!"

Y/n quiet as she leaned against the door, her body pressed up against it to keep it closed, he seemed genuinely angered with himself, and worried for her.

"I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable." Tup spoke softly, "I...just..."

Y/n stayed silent listening.

"I. Seen you for the first time walking up with my brother to report to General Skywalker..." he informed, "I had no idea someone could look so beautiful until I seen you, then. Well then we started that chess game."

Y/n's cheeks grew red as she listened, her heart starting to drop its quickly put up walls.

"You just spoke and It was beautiful. I. I'm not good with words either. I." He sighed, "I didn't realize someone like me could have so much in common with you... half the time my brothers don't like any same things as me. And we're all copies of each other."

The knot in her stomach grew as she gulped, "I. Tup. Its not that I'm mad at you."

Tup was surprised to hear an answer, "I. I think you're quiet beatiful, I. I just...I've never..."

"Y/n you do not need to explain yourself to me." Tup told her.

"Just. Let me finish." Y/n spoke calmly, "I've, well. Tup. I. I. I've never kissed anyone."

Y/n stopped waiting for a laugh, or even a 'yeah right', but she got a sincere chuckle trying to break the ice, "neither have I."

It was a surpise to Tup when the door opened softly, Y/n's flushed face being seen due to the light of the hall.

"Are you okay?" Tup questioned Y/n nodding her gaze to the floor.

"We're you being..serious?" Y/n questioned softly.

Tup nodded, growing nervous himself.

"Would you..umm. like too?" Y/n questioned, "kiss me?"

"I..um." tup spoke his face full red, "yes.."

Y/n opened up the door a bit more so he could come in, taking the hint he walked in the room dark. His eyes not having to adjust as the French doors which were uncovered let in moonlight.

Y/n closed the door quietly, locking it behind her so they'd be uninterrupted. He turned his head watching her walk towards him.

Oh maker.

They stood infront of each other nervously, refusing to make eye contact. Y/n with a shaking hand reached out her hand, her fingers dancing along his shoulder as he looked down.

"Tup. I." Y/n spoke, her other arm following her first one on the other side of his head his hands slipping onto her hips.

Nerves in a bundle they tensed in one anothers arms, faces leaning in slowly, noses brushed up against one another. A few of Tup's fingers tapped and tilted her face to the side as he tilted his own face the other way.

"Tup...Im nervous." Y/n whispered against his lips, "what happens if...if i like it too much?"

"I'll do anything you ask me..." he mummbled her hot breathe hitting his lips.

It was silent for another momment, Y/n's eyes slolwy closing as Tup's followed. They leaning in the small space as there lips pressrd against each others. The bundle of nerves melting away and falling into ribbions that slowly started to knot.

The kiss was, cute, nothing more than pressing there lips against one another and then pulled away little space between there lips, a new found hunger filled the both of them, Tup pressing forward in a much more passionate kiss, y/n kissed back, lips dancing against one another. Y/n pushed into Tup. Breathe heavy through the armature kisses. Tup mindlessly picked Y/m up, her legs wrapping around his waist as they contuined to kiss. Walking over to her bed he placed her down carefully, climbing over her body.

Kiss only breaking for air, "Do. Do you want this?" Tup questioned, things had moved awfully fast and turned into a one night stand, love filled relationship neither could explain.

Y/n nodded, "Only from you"

"Are you sure? I don't want you unsatisfied." Tup spoke honestly.

"If its you I'll never be unsatisfied." Y/n told him, the two kissing again, Tup holding his like a peice of glass under him.

"I love you." Tup whispered against her lips.

"I love you too Tup." She spoke back. Tup kissing her once more.

[broughttoyoubytheletterf]

18,19 on E/H?!

Squishing the other's cheek, high fiving

A million years later I write this. I couldn't fit them high-fiving in here and I'm annoyed by that so I might have to write a whole other snippet.

I have a few other late additions from this prompt list I might or might not write. (Do not send anymore!!!). I might have to reblog another prompt list at some point.

"So we're stuck here?" Elizabeth asks. "Yes," Blake responds. "In this room?" "Yes." "Until DS thinks it's safe?" "Yes." "All of us?" "Yes," Blake is finally starting to sound exasperated. It's been a long trip and this is just the cherry on top. Elizabeth turns to Henry, sitting next to her on the couch. "Hell of a trip for you to come on." "I believe I was promised a nice beach vacation, when you were sweet talking me into coming with you." Henry says with a laugh.

"We saw the beach!" She defends. "Yeah through a hail of gunfire," Jay mumbles from the other side of the room. "They weren't shooting at us!" Elizabeth says, her voice betraying that she realizes how weak an argument it is. Henry laughs at how worked up she's getting. He leans forward and kisses the tip of her nose. "No one is blaming you babe." He cups her face and swipes his thumb over her cheek. "Everyone is safe and that's what matters." He squishes her cheek. "Well at least until you start getting hungry then no one will be safe." She bats his hand away and makes an offended sound. "I'm already hungry." Matt moans. He is sitting at the table with his head down. The door clicks open and Nadine walks in carrying a bag. "I have the solution for that," she shakes the bag, "Sandwiches from the cafeteria." Elizabeth's eyes alight and she jumps up. "Gimme!" She practically pounces on Nadine who half stumbles into the door behind her. Elizabeth has the bag now and is looking through it. "Chips too!" She says, as excited as if the peace treaty they were here for were actually signed. "Why did they let you leave the area? DS practically tackled me when I tried." Blake grumbles . Nadine just stares at him. Blake just rolls his eyes. "Oh right..." "Ted," they all say in unison. "It was Jack if you must know, he said he didn't want us going hungry," she responds primly, dusting off an invisible speck of lint on her skirt. "He also said they should be able to get us out by tomorrow morning or so." "That's about what Conrad said when I talked to him earlier." Elizabeth is still sorting through the food, placing it on the coffee table. "Since we're not really in danger, the plane is just broken again and the rebels are between us and the airport. I'm claiming the turkey. Babe what do you want?" Matt huffs. "Why do you get to choose first?" Elizabeth stares him down until he puts his hands up in surrender. Jay laughs. Matt says something under his breath and Jay laughs harder. "Yes it's a real abuse of power." Henry smiles as Elizabeth ignores her staffs antics. "I'll take whatever, you know I'm flexible." "You certainly are," she says, her voice a little deeper and her meaning clear. The other people in the room groan. "I told you to let her be late to the meeting this morning," Blake states as he goes over to make his own selection. Jay makes a face. "For what it's worth I told Jay we would all be well served by letting her be late," Nadine adds on. She unwraps her own sandwich and begins eating. Henry looks between them all slightly aghast as Elizabeth seems unfazed and is digging into her food. "I will never get used to that," he says. "People managing your intimate life?" Blake shrugs. "I've been doing it since I was her TA." Henry's eyes widen even more. Blake chuckles. "You thought all those long chunks of time you didn't get interrupted in her office were chance?" Henry looks over at Elizabeth. "Babe you want to chime in here?" Elizabeth looks up, looks around, and shakes her head before going back to her food. "For what it's worth Dr. McCord," Nadine chimes in, "it's not that unusual. Though it is usually scheduling things so that the mistress and the wife never meet. You two are unusual in that regard." There's a dark thread in her voice that no one wants to touch so they all switch to other topics. Hours later they are all spread over various surfaces attempting to sleep. Jay is using his suit jacket as a pillow and is laying on the floor. Matt has scrunched himself onto an uncomfortable looking chair. Elizabeth is splayed across her husband laying on the couch. She is curled into his chest, their legs tangled together. He has an arm loosely wrapped around her waist Nadine and Blake are still awake, Blake is trying to at least look like he's doing work, shuffling through a sheaf of papers. Nadine gave up that pretense and is sneaking glances at the McCords over the book she grabbed from the shelf. "You think it's inappropriate." Blake calls her out, he sounds ready to defend

Elizabeth. She sighs and puts down the book. "That the Secretary loves her husband? No, not particularly." Blake scoffs. "You know that's not what I meant." Nadine lets out a long breath. "They've never hidden their affection for each other." "It bothers you?" He poses it as a question this time and studies her thoughtfully "Sometimes," Nadine concedes. "But not for the reasons you think." Blake stays silent, he's learned a few tricks from his boss. Nadine however could write a book on the tricks so she doesn't expound on her thought. Blake shifts in his seat as the silence stretches. "They're a rarity in DC." Nadine finally takes pity on him. "They've always been like this. You should have seen all the undergrads mooning after both of them, but they've never had eyes for anyone but each other." Blake accepts the slight shift in topic, Nadine can keep her secrets. "The undergrads huh?" Nadine raises her eyebrows. "None of the grad students?" Blake doesn't blush but he does look away. "Well as long as the Secretary is happy then so am I." Nadine picks her book back up, ending the conversation. Blake refocuses on his paperwork but can't help looking up occasionally to look at the Secretary and her husband. When Nadine catches him, only because she is again doing the same thing, she smiles and this time he does blush.

[extremelyblackandwhite]

invisible string

pairing: mob!bucky barnes x reader

warnings: violence, harassing

a/n: sequel to willow. wanda is a tarot reader and you cannot tell me otherwise. it is canon. 

WILLOW - TOLERATE IT

Time, curious time gave me no compasses, gave me no signs. Were there clues I didn't see? And isn't it just so pretty to think all along there was some invisible string tying you to me?

James was taken aback by her move, watching his black king cornered by both her white queen and king. How had he not seen it? It was right there ever since she moved her queen to lay in F7 right at the beginning of the game. How? It didn’t matter but her naughty smile, pushing at the corner of her chapstick painted lips left no doubt to who had won this game. He bit his lip leaning against the couch, full view of the glass chess board. She had less pieces left than him but she had still managed to won and as such he extended his hand towards her. She looked at his hand hesitantly, her winning grin fading and her usual insecurity returned as a shake hand came to shake his. 

     - No one has won a game against me in years. - he grabbed the glass black king from the board, handing it to her. - How’d you do it?

     - You wanted my king. You wanted it so badly you forgot about your own, so I distracted you with minor pieces. Gave you the false sense of security you had it and then struck down.

   - That’s such a dirty trick, petal. - he leaned against the velvet fabric of the armchair, eyeing her up and down. She felt naked under his gaze, almost as if he could see through her walls and clothing. She guessed a man like him needed to have such a sharp eye but it wasn’t any less intimidating, even if she had just won a chess match against him.

He rose slowly from the armchair, his feet moving slowly towards a silver cart leaning against a wall, just under an abstract painting with several glass bottles of several coloured liquids. He took the glass stone from one of them, pouring some of the dark amber liquid onto two glasses before offering one to Y/N.

  - Glenlivet. - he spoke out, noticing the confusion on her face. - You’re old enough to drink, aren’t you?

  - How old do you think I am Mr. Barnes? I thought you knew everything about your employees.

  - And I do, petal. I know where you went to school, kindergarten even, know the name of your friends and that’s all from one of my men following you for a day. - Bucky rose his glass in a small toast before starting to drink. Y/N’s colour drained from her face as she started to wonder if she’d gone to see his father in the precinct. She hadn’t. At least she thought yet her body started shaking and it became harder to breathe. - Y/N? Hey, are you okay?

  - Yeah ... I just need some fresh air. - she tried to get up from the couch but she couldn’t, her nerves getting over her. What if he’d heard her speak about the undercover job, she was dead, she was definitely flirting with death the moment she stepped into his home. 

   - Someone was following you from the bar, petal. I’m not going to kill you, if I were to kill you it wouldn’t be in the comfort of my own home. Blood is a bitch to take out of white carpets. - Bucky once again seemed to read through her. He once again got up from his couch, placing his gun on the marbled island of his kitchen before returning to her. - You’re paranoid, petal.

   - It’s not ... I don’t really like being followed. Why were you following me? 

   - That guy from the bar followed you home and since he got his head smashed against the counter and a drink thrown in his face, I thought better to send Steve after you for that night. You are awfully clumsy and if you had any real enemies, you’d be dead by now. You leave your key under the entry matt and so does your housemate and her lousy brother too. Twins?

   - Yes.

   - You’re so afraid of me but in all honesty petal, you’re the biggest danger to yourself. 

   - Has Steve followed me recently?

   - No. I’ve been driving you home ever since, park a bit outside campus to ensure you get in. It’s an ugly world out there, petal.

   - I know. Trust me, I do ...

After her mother died, the home she had once learned to love lost its homey feeling. Suddenly, the home that always smelled like fresh lemon tarts and gardenias was now dark. His father left his case files all over the kitchen and would sit at the table smoking his cigars with a glass of port as he read through the cases. Her father loved her, he did, just in his own way. 

She still remembered peaking by the door, holding onto a blanket her mother had quilted for her with her name embroidered in aqua blue, and seeing the photos scattered around the table of murders, abusers, robberies. She knew there was darkness, she just preferred to ignore it.

   - You live inside your head very often don’t you? - he eyed her as she took a sip of the drink he had offered her. Scotch was never her drink of choice, she preferred not to drink at all seeing how it had soured her father. Yet, she guessed a centenary drink was no joke.

   - That’s called being an only child, Mr. Barnes. Besides, my ideas are rarely worth listening.

   - Hm, I see ... Perhaps you’d like to see your room? - he changed the conversation, offering a hand to her so she could get up. 

Her soft fingers wrapped around his cold hand, a stark contrast to her warm hand. Bucky finger lingered over the top of her palm, feeling the softness and plumpness of her skin compared to his scarred, rough one. She didn’t mind, she followed him happily through the halls of his way too big house. 

Steve had told him when he bought it that it was too big for himself alone but for Bucky buying a big flat meant he made it, he could now tell everyone else who doubted him to fuck off yet it was hard to come back to it at the end of the day. Always clean and always empty. The staff didn’t stay behind for much longer, having heard all sorts of rumours and he believed if Y/N wasn’t so afraid of him, she would’ve probably left. Yet, he couldn’t find himself to sell the flat so he just slept in hotel rooms. Smaller roomers where it didn’t feel like the emptiness surrounded him constantly. 

He led her to one of the guest rooms he had decorated in soft pinks, whites and greys. Bucky guessed it’d make her comfortable, it matched her cardigans and little embroidered dresses she would bring around to the bar despite most of his waitresses constantly berating her on it, saying it would get her no tips. 

Y/N peaked through the door crack as he opened it. The room was rather soft with a large king sized bed with white and blush pink bedding along with a grey rug nearby. With so many bedrooms, he probably had enough time to decorate each one with a different colour palette. 

    - There should be some pyjamas in the wardrobe. Might be a bit big but it’s better than sleeping with your clothes on. 

   - You seem prepared. Is this where you bring your mistresses?

   - My mistresses don’t sleep in my house. - why would you say that, Y/N? Are you trying to get yourself killed? - I’ll drive you home tomorrow at 8AM so you should go to sleep. Goodnight, petal.

  - Thank you. Goodnight, Mr. Barnes. - he closed the door behind her and she was left with herself in the bedroom.

She padded around the linoleum floors, phone in hand as she photographed the horizon so maybe her father could locate the house and search for evidence. Y/N couldn’t. She couldn’t find herself to go investigating his house as he was kind enough to offer her a place to stay. Instead she just investigated the room which was so much better. It was a suite with its own bathroom decorated with monogramed fluffy white towels and white marbled surfaces. She wondered why he wouldn’t bring someone here, it was clearly a work of architectural art but yet again, maybe don’t show strangers where you sleep. Maybe he shouldn’t have shown it to her. 

At least she was doing something right. At least he didn’t hate her enough not to allow her to listen to his conversations, to the talks of deals that would surely provide her father’s precinct with the clues that they were not insane to think that there were tradings happening under their noses. She was doing good but she felt dirty nonetheless. She didn’t like lying but she also wanted to graduate, to be something other than the Capitan’s daughter.

She ignored her mind and got dressed in the steamed and washed pyjamas that were hanging on the silk hanger of the closet and got inside the bed. She was okay, she was going to be okay. 

The daylight ruptured through the night and she was the first one up to get dressed and make the bed as well as put the pyjamas back on their place. Bucky didn’t take long to knock on her door and as she opened it there he was again, polished suit and hair as if looking casual destroyed the whole appearance. It didn’t, he was a handsome man and she was absolutely certain he would look handsome in anything. 

    - Did you sleep well? - he questioned as she stepped out the room, holding onto her worn out faux leather brown satchel. 

   - Yes, it’s a very comfortable bed. What about you? 

   - I don’t have time to sleep, petal. I was thinking about having some breakfast before I dropped you off, if that’s okay with you.

   - I just want to get back home. My flatmate might worry. 

Bucky didn’t force her. She was like any other staff and he guessed having breakfast with the mob boss wasn’t her idea of a good spent morning, besides, she probably still needed to go to class. He drove her back to her small, unsafe which she saw as safe flat, keeping an eye on her every once in a while. Her posture was rigid or even one that a manner teacher wouldn’t correct, it was slouched over his window, hand under her chin as she observed the early morning light illuminate the city. 

Getting to campus during early mornings were always funny to her as she never knew what she would find; some students would be still returning from nights out while some would exit the library with piles and piles of books and notes. Either way, it was always a fun game. He stopped in front of her flat, putting the car on stop, engine slowly lowering its sounds. 

   - Thank you for bringing me, Mr. Barnes. - she held her satchel against her chest. 

   - You got an evening dress? Cocktail party maybe? 

   - So not a black dress? - she teased, biting the skin of inner lip. 

   - Definitely not. 

   - I think I might have something.

   - You’re not working tonight, you’re coming with me to an auction. I’ll pay you double the salary of a nightshift if you say yes.

   - Plus night wages?

   - Everything you’d get paid a night, I’ll double it. 

   - I’ll get to work finding that dress then. - she opened the door of his car, exiting before waving him goodbye.

Getting inside her flat, she could definitely sense the difference between worlds she was living in. Spend time with James Barnes, her father told her. Besides, how bad could an action be? There were several people there and if she knew what he was buying maybe it would prove useful in the future.

She climbed the stairs up to her door which was slightly open. She would’ve questioned why had it not been for Pietro’s voice echoing through the whole hall. Of course. None of them really close the door whenever the other one is around. 

    - Wanda, I’m telling you, that’s bullshit. - he told his sister who merely rolled her eyes at him. - Shuffle it again.

    - It says you’re a fuckboy deal with it. - she crossed her arms, before noticing Y/N had come in. - Hey you, you’re here early. I thought you were gonna appreciate your motel stay for a little while. 

   - Well, I ... I was just homesick. - she lied. Wanda clearly wouldn’t like to know where she had spent the night. - What are you guys doing?

   - Pietro asked me to do a reading on him and he’s upset at the result. As per usual.

   - I’m telling you the deck is broken. Do Y/N. - he pointed at the captain’s daughter who sat down by the coffee table where the two were. Wanda shrugged and asked Y/N to touch the deck before she started to shuffle it, three cards falling onto the table as soon as she did.

The Lovers, the Devil and Death. Y/N knew those cards all too well, she loved roaming through Wanda’s deck and marvel at the beautiful pictures and Wanda normally told her that the Death card was not as bad as everyone made it look like as well as the Devil. However, this time, all the colour drained from the brunette’s face as the stared at the cards fallen on the table. She shuffled the deck again, hoping for more cards, this time getting the Six and Nine of Swords. 

   - Everything okay, Wan? - she asked her friend who was intensely staring at the cards in front of her. 

   - Yeah ... I guess Pietro is right, the deck is broken.

   - See? I told you so. You never listen to me. 

   - I think I should be getting to class now. - she interrupted the two sibling’s bickering. - I’ll see you later. 

She spent most of her classes thinking about the auction. It was harmless enough and her father was over the moon, telling her she should be proud that she was now part of the “inner circle”, whatever that meant. Nevertheless, she was getting paid double which would always help with rent and utilities. The last module took hours of a lecturer going through yet another generic powerpoint followed by a class of over a hundred students rushing out the door the moment it was over. 

She took to her bedroom before Wanda arrived to search for the only evening dress she had which barely saw the light of day, mostly living inside the black box over her wardrobe. It was her mother’s, something she had left behind that Y/N had taken a particular liking to once she grew up. It was a baby pink slip dress with the hem in matching lace and she guessed it would be appropriate for an auction. 

   - Where are you going? - Wanda asked as Y/N stepped out of the room. Shit. Of all the days for her to be home early, it just had to be today. - What are you doing wearing your mum’s dress?

   - It’s fancy dress day at the bar. 

   - Fancy dress day at a mob bar?

   - Clearly. 

   - What are you hid ... - Wanda was interrupted by Y/N’s phone. Mr. Barnes had texted her he was outside just at the right time. 

   - I’ll see you later, Wan. Have fun but not too much fun.

Before the brunette could question her, Y/N was already out the door, bag in hand. She went down the stairs and outside where Mr. Barnes was leaning against his car, dressed in a navy blue suit which made him look like a model gracing the cover’s of fashion magazines. 

    - You’re supposed to make me wait, petal. 

    - I like being on time. - she walked up to him, standing less than an arm’s distance from the posh dressed mob boss. 

    - I should start by warning you not to go by your real name today. Safety purposes. 

   - What should I call myself then? Your date? - she asked as he helped her inside the car. 

   - You can call yourself whatever you’d like, petal. As long as it’s not your real name and I know what name you’re going by. 

   - Uhm ... I wanna go by Betty. 

   - Betty?

   - Like Betty Draper from Mad Men. She sounds like the type of woman who would go to an auction.

  - So you wanna be Betty Drapper? - Bucky hide a small smile as he drove through the dark night. 

  - No, I wanna be called Betty for tonight. - she leaned against the comfortable seatings of his car. 

“You’re part of the inner circle now, darling. Do something about it”, her father’s words echoed in her mind through the faint sound of the radio playing Doris Day. Yet again she had no idea how going to an auction would be a break in the case unless Mr. Barnes was buying weapons or drugs. The fact she was going by a different name didn’t calm her nerves but he wouldn’t kill her in a public setting. She watched the trees pass by from the window of his car  until they reached a big white house which could be certainly considered a mansion.

Mr. Barnes got off his car while the engine was still roaring, handing the key to the valet before opening her door. She looked up at him, blinded by the fairy lights all around the mansion and suddenly she got nervous, very nervous. Nevertheless, she took his help in getting off the car, walking to his left as the valet drove away with his car. 

    - We’re sticking with Betty? - he asked as they climbed up the stairs to the entry of the mansion. 

    - We are. - she nodded as he knocked on the door. A poshly dressed man opened the door allowing for her to peak inside. The room was full of people chatting to each other, champagne flutes in hand of roaring laughter. This was definitely different from the environment she was used to back at the club. 

Without noticing, she clung to his side as he moved through the seas of people drinking and admiring art work which she guessed was what was being auctioned until they got stopped by a slightly shorter than him man dressed in a black tuxedo. 

    - Barnes, you made it. I saved some of your favourite pieces for you. - he was happily talking until he noticed Y/N by the mob boss’ side. - Who is this lovely lady?

    - This is Betty. - he was an excellent liar, even she would’ve believed her name was Betty.

    - Pleasure to meet you, miss. - he curtsied which greatly confused her. - Do you want to come see them? I told my Miriam that the Proserpina paintings would be for Mr. Barnes when we started picking pieces. 

The mob boss was sweet on art? She curiously followed them into a badly light room in shades of burgundy and dark browns where several paintings. She observed them with an innocent look as Bucky heard about the prices and its overall worth. Of course they were not going into auction, they had been saved for him and him alone. He was important, stupidly important when compared to these other people. She could hear whispering from other people as he passed by, away from the room through other people.

The man, whose name Y/N still hadn’t really heard, left them in the entrance with everyone else, two champagne flutes immediately making their way to them. Yet, she still didn’t know exactly what to do. What would this be of use to her father? Someone liking art was common, something very common. Once again useless. 

   - Why did you bring me here if you don’t even need to attend the auction?

   - It’s a bad look to appear unaccompanied. Besides, I’d like to see the auction tonight.

   - I didn’t know you liked art. 

   - You thought I’d only like to see people dying, petal? - he spoke in a soft, calm manner but she could see his smirk through his strong facade. 

   - Look who it is. - Bucky’s face switched into an heavy expression, something Y/N barely saw and didn’t like to see. His arm pulled her behind him as someone dressed in what looked like a taffeta black suit walked up to him accompanied by a black haired woman in a skin tight burgundy dress much more sensual than Y/N’s blush pink flared dress. - James Buchanan Barnes, I thought you didn’t visit this part of town.

   - Rumlow, I visit whatever part I want. 

   - You remember my wife Rachel. - he pointed at the woman nearby him. - I don’t think I remember your friend. Care to introduce us?

   - This is Betty. She’s Sharon’s niece. 

   - Pleasure. There sure are lovely jewellery pieces tonight at auction, aren’t there?

   - And I believe I should care about those since I’m a woman. - Y/N gave him a forced smile, earning a scoff from Bucky who was trying not to laugh at her quick wit. 

    - I’m here to bid on the Elizabeth earrings. They’re a brilliant piece, don’t you think?

    - Yes, well ... we should be getting to our seats. - Bucky ignored the request for continuing the conversation, instead holding Y/N’s hand and leading her towards the auction room.

That was an odd conversation, one with underlying feelings of animosity. Maybe coming here was worth it, maybe that name “Rumlow” would be of use to her father. However, it didn’t matter as she was rather exciting to be in her very first auction. Sitting down in gold painted chairs she could see the paddles with several numbers and even the odd gentleman with a monocle. 

Bucky looked at her with a faint smile, observing how his world seemed to still entice her as for him it had long its spark a long, long time ago. People kept sitting down and soon enough the auctioneer was on the stage presenting pieces and shouting values of high amounts of money. High enough to pay for the rest of her degree, a masters and a few PhDs but she guessed this was how high society lived.

    - Finally, one of tonight’s most special pieces. - the man pointed at a pair of earrings on a glass box. - The Elizabeth earrings are made of white gold with two diamonds taken from The Cullinan diamond, one of the most precious in the world whose siblings belong to Her Majesty Queen Elizabeth. Let’s start at 5 thousand.

Brock raised his paddle.

   - 5 thousand, does anyone says 6 thousand?

James rose his own paddle, surprising Y/N. She thought he was only here for the painting. 

   - 6 thousand, 7 thousand? - Brock once again rose his paddle. - 7 thousand, 8 thousand? 

Bucky once again rose his paddle, smirk on his face. He always enjoyed the chase and an auction chase was no exception. Besides, he would love to win those earrings just to piss off Brock Rumlow. 

   - 8 thousand, 9 thousand? - Brock rose his paddle again. - 9 thousand, 10 thousand?

   - 5 hundred thousand. - Bucky spoke out loud and clear for everyone to hear.

   - 5 hundred thousand, any higher? - Y/N’s gaze moved over to Brock who kept his paddle neatly in the middle of his lap, an upset expression gracing his face. His face moved to look at Barnes but he didn’t care, holding a winning smile on his lips. - Going once, going twice, going thrice ... Sold to Mr. Barnes. Congratulations.

Bucky didn’t low himself down to look at Rumlow instead getting up once the auction was over. Y/N followed him, curiosity once again getting hold of her and every fibre of hers. She had never seen diamonds in person, much less as precious as these ones were so once she went into the back and saw the woman place them into a red velvet box, she was done for. They placed the box on a nice black matte bag and handed it over to Mr. Barnes along with the certification of authenticity. 

The auction after party become boring afterwards, with Rumlow giving Barnes a look no one would like to receive and him having little to no care about it. At around 11PM, the time she would end her shift today, he started to walk away, tipping the valet some money to fetch his car while both of them waited outside. It was a cold night, the wind moaning in slow blows and suddenly she regretted not bringing a jacket. 

   - You should’ve brought a jacket. - before she could roll her eyes at this comment, she felt something fall onto her shoulders. Looking to the right shoulder, she recognised the navy blue fabric of his suit’s jacket. - Did you enjoy being someone else for the evening?

   - I didn’t envision my alter ego being Steve’s girlfriend’s family but I’ll accept it. It was nice, thank you for bringing me. 

   - My pleasure, Betty. - he joked. - I do prefer your name over Betty.

The valet brought back his beloved car and handed back the keys. It had been a rather fun night, one that surely went above and beyond her expectations. At least she had a name to give to her father, one of a contact that would be willing to speak about Barnes. Nevertheless, she couldn’t help but feel absolutely dirty about it. He hadn’t done anything bad to her, anything that would consider her betrayal. He’d hurt people, or at least that’s what her father said. He’d hurt people, but she’d only seen him doing it to those who actually deserved it. It was wrong, it was wrong but she had too. 

These thoughts kept her quiet, with eyes on the road. This was bad, this was bad, how was she going to betray him but that was the job. Feel nothing, her father had told her before, feel nothing and don’t get hurt. She didn’t want him to get locked up yet again maybe she was too innocent to see what was really happening. 

    - We’re here, Y/N. - he killed the engine, stopping in front of the building. - You don’t look alright. Do you want me to drive you to the hospital?

   - Oh, no, no. I’m just tired. - she lied. Once again lying. 

   - I’m sorry for keeping you up this late. I’ll double your night pay too.

   - It’s not necessary, Mr. Barnes.

   - Bucky.

   - Pardon?

   - Call me Bucky. - he corrected her. - From now on, you can call me Bucky.

   - Bucky. - she repeated, a silly smile forming on her face. - Well, goodnight Bucky.

   - Goodnight, petal. Don’t forget your bag. - he handed her bag to the young girl before waving his last goodbye.

She stood in the sidewalk, watching his car leave with a silly smile on her face. Why was she even smiling? She should be feeling guilty, not smiley. Yet she was stuck in the middle of those two emotions. She needed to go back to bed, that’s what she needed. She needed to go back to her bed and sleep it through so like every single night, she climbed the stairs up to her flat. Once in front of her old student flat door, she opened her wallet to search for her keys.

Damned keys, always seemed to disappear in the darkness of her bag and as she rummaged through the contents she had been throwing inside her bag over the years. As she kept searching for her keys, something fell from her bag onto the bag. 

   - Shit. - she mumbled to herself, squatting down to grab what had fallen. Her mouth opened agape as she saw the same velvet blue box from the auction. Looking around and seeing no one around, she opened the box and there they were, the same earrings she had seen on the auction glass along with a note. Maybe Betty will like them. JBB. - I can’t believe it.

Once again, smiling like a fool. She couldn’t believe it, it couldn’t be, it had to be some sort of mistake. These were 5 hundred thousand dollar pair of earrings for a woman who was wearing a hand me down dress from her mother. Before someone else could see them she shoved them back inside her purse, opening the door to her flat.

   - We need to talk. 

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