#I DID SENSE MY PRIVACY BEING INVADED. ( headcanons )

[fatherofmachine]

I always forget just HOW MUCH I absolutely love  Harold’s very first interaction with Shaw in Relevance.  Every time I watch it I get SO OVERWHELMED by it.  While Shaw does  reject his offer at first,  I feel like it’s a perfect illustration of how much he has GROWN from season 1,  from the very beginning.

His original  “ You can call me Mr. Finch ”  has now turned into “ You can call me Harold ”.  For the most part,  he holds almost unyielding eye contact,  his tone is softer,  kinder,  whilst also still maintaining an obviously authoritative air about him.  Instead of thinking of targeting weak points,  instead of laying out the things he knows about her  ( as he did with John originally ) .... INSTEAD,  he appeals to emotion,  a lack of judgement,  backed with that practicality of his still.  He is honest  in a more meaningful way by bringing up Cole,  but it’s an apology.  It’s saying I know that you cared about him  & I’m sorry we couldn’t save him.

I find this ESPECIALLY meaningful because Harold has absolutely read Shaw’s file,  he knows all  about her.  Most people would read about her personality disorder  &  immediately throw away any kind of attempt of emotionally reaching her,  but Harold does not do this.  At this point,  he has helped SO MANY DIFFERENT KINDS OF PEOPLE,  he is so much better  at reaching them  &  so that’s what he does.  He simply reaches.

What I REALLY like about that,  outside of the show meta,  is from a writing perspective ;  the whole first half of the episode,  they’re telling you that Shaw is a sociopath,  but with those little  but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t feel anything  pieces here  &  there.  &  THEN,  with this interaction with Harold,  it puts those pieces together very clearly with her line ( &  god damn  that facial expression acting ),   “ I never had many friends,  never had much use for them.  Cole was an exception.  &  He deserved better. ”  

&  THEN, Harold goes further later to ensure that Cole’s family believes that he died a hero.  While that was of course for his family,  that was also for Shaw.  

So anyway,  I’m REALLY FUCKIN EMOTIONAL about POI  &  Harold  &  Shaw’s friendship  &  I’m gonna cry,  thank u for coming to my TED talk.

#KNOWING THE ANSWER HAS COST ME SOMETHING I VALUE MORE THAN MY OWN LIFE. ( character study ) #I DID SENSE MY PRIVACY BEING INVADED. ( headcanons ) #WATCHING WITH TEN THOUSAND EYES … LISTENING WITH A MILLION EARS. ( meta ) #WALTER DANG APPRECIATES YOUR METAPHYSICAL SACRIFICE. ( sameen shaw ) #I'M NOT PUNISHING YOU FOR AN ERROR﹐ I'M PROTECTING YOU BECAUSE YOU'RE HURT. ( assetrisen ) #ON THE CONTRARY﹐MISS SHAW﹐I THINK YOU FINALLY GOT THE JOB. ( itsasset ) #YOU ASKED ME IF I EVEN LOOKED FOR YOU. IN MY HEART I THOUGHT … I GAVE UP ON YOU﹐ & FOR THAT I AM TRULY SORRY. ( finch & shaw ) #SOBS abt this again oh my god

[fatherofmachine-a]

OOC; Cute Things Harold Finch Does, even if it wasn’t in the final cut of the pilot: Reminding people of things they say they wanted to mention, but haven’t yet. i.e. “You said TWO questions.” after someone has only asked one and then paused for a long time afterward.

#CORE CODE. ( out of character ) #BUT ONLY IF THE PEOPLE WHO HAVE ACCESS TO THE INFORMATION ARE AS INTERESTED IN PROTECTING IT. ( meta ) #I DID SENSE MY PRIVACY BEING INVADED. ( headcanons ) #I have this post buried in my headcanon tag and I'd just reblogged it from my archived blog but #reposts it instead #bc of reasons #yes hello new people i am That Guy who comments on the tiniest bullshit my muse does and goes <3 <3 <3 #listen .... this was really cute okay

[bellaxgiornata]

Number 18 for the ask game :)

18. Is there some headcanon you've included in more than one fic?

Ohhh this is a tough one, Soulie! Because honestly there's probably a ton that I'm not even aware of, particularly when it comes to Matt Murdock since I have so many different fics and one shots for him now and I tend to view him in a certain way. I don't know if these are all technically headcanons, but I broke them down between Frank, Michael, and Matt below the cut!

Starting with Frank, I think from what I've noticed in my fics is that Frank needs to almost always have a dog when he settles down. And it's obviously got to be a rescue--probably one he saved himself even. I just think a dog would help heal him, okay? I also think there's still a super playful, teasing side to Frank that can still come out after what he's been through when he finally manages to let someone in--but it's like a big deal to see that side of him. And no one else will. Then what I've also noticed in the way I write him across other fics is that he is very guarded when it comes to falling in love or starting another family because he is clearly still mourning his deceased wife and kids. Something that plays a role for sure in Don't Walk Away that is more apparent in part 2 (whenever that gets finished 😅) and in You're Safe With Me.

When it comes to Mikey, I think I tend to write him as unaware of just how toxic and controlling his family is with him. He's aware of some of it, but for the most part I think he thinks it's normal for them to treat him the way they do. Considering what we know of his upbringing, it makes sense. Though he will fiercely protect the person he cares about, even defending them from his family if need be (as you're soon to see in Safe Haven and as seen in I Can't Lose You). And I firmly believe whatever happened with his wife was sheer accident, which will remain true in all my fics with him until Kin gives us the facts (looking at you now BBC).

And for dear Matty...there are three things that stand out for him in how I often write him. A big one is his fierce protectiveness that will become possessive over people he loves because of his trauma from losing people. So he tends to...use his senses to check in on significant others even when they don't know and when he knows he shouldn't be invading their privacy (I notice this recurring in lots of my fics for Matt but I absolutely see him being like this and then beating himself up over it).

And something else that comes to mind straightaway is the way I tend to write smut for Matt. I firmly believe the man can be rough in the bedroom and can enjoy it, especially after a run as the Devil, but I happen to think he prefers something softer and more intimate. The man has been through a lot of trauma in his life and I believe he just wants to be loved (if he would ever let someone). Plus his body must be constantly in pain from what he puts it through when he goes out, and I imagine his senses might make rough sex...a lot sometimes. So I imagine he likes gentle and loving in the bedroom more often than not and that is why I tend to write smut for him a certain way usually. Doesn't mean he doesn't like to make things spicy though 🔥

I also believe he has like zero relationship experience and whatever he gained was from his toxic relationship with Elektra or whatever he learned in college. So he sucks at relationships sometimes which is what adds a lot of irritation to my angsty fics for him. But let's be real, was he dating in that orphanage? Probably not really. Though I'm sure he did other things cause there's no way I believe Matt Murdock was a virgin when he went to Columbia! So I use his romantic inexperience with others as issues in a lot of angst pieces.

I'm sure there are plenty of things I forgot, but that's what I could come up with for this one! And damn did it really get me thinking...

#bella answers #fic writer asks #headcanons that exist throughout my fics #includes matt & frank & michael

[zero-buds]

Anyone use Nate as a muse and just... change his personality the tiniest bit so that he's not that much of a dick but is still the relentless asshole that he is?

Now that you've read through this so far, wanna read some headcanons I have for Nathan Ford?

Oh, wow, yes you do because I've trapped you here!

Headcanon 1:

Dude draws sometimes. Not at the level of Parker of course, but he does. Just little doodles and cartoons that are very kid friendly. He's no Picasso, but he can recreate Garfield comics and put a little spin on them. He did them for Sam whenever he had the chance before his death. Nate still does them from time to time when he needs to cool off. He has art supplies and older work under his bed in season 2 when Sophie and team invades his apartment. He has them sworn to secrecy that they never tell another soul about it.

Headcanon 2:

While jail gave him the time to learn how to cook good food, this man has no idea how to use the oven or a toaster. Purely a stove guy. Can probably flombee (flombe?) a steak but is barely capable of warming a bagel in the toaster.

Headcanon 3:

Nate knows how to hack other computers and servers and does know his way around a high tech computer, he just chooses to be old fashioned. Windows Vista? A far more secure line for privacy than the Windows 11.

Headcanon 4:

Nate and Maggie married young, but were struggling to have a kid for years. Probably why Sam's death hit him so hard. Losing a kid after finally getting the experience of raising one for eight years? That's gotta hurt more than being infertile.

Headcanon 5:

Jimmy did know about Lil Sammy through his own way. He just never bothered to visit because he realized how much happier his son was with his own family. Something that maybe the old man regrets not being able to do with Nate. (Okay that was more of a Ford Family headcanon)

Headcanon 6:

Sterling and Nate worked in different departments of IYS when they met. Worked their way up and coincidentally were heading for the same promotions. They became fast friends after that. Their rivalry was mostly for show.

Headcanon 7:

Nate does not like underground tunnels very much. Much like Hardison's claustrophobia or nictophobia, Nate doesn't like the idea of walking down a never-ending dark path with your only light source being at the end of the tunnel.

Headcanon 8:

Nate's on the spectrum, same as Parker. My mind cannot stop thinking about that one tag where Nate is autistic but his special niche is crime and it makes sense on some level.

Headcanon 9:

Nate apologized to each and every member of the team after he quit drinking, and he meant every word. Sophie encourages him to be more open and he does. His art becomes a staple in their relationship to expressing love.

Headcanon 10:

Nate had a pup once when he was very young. He gets a dog when he's retired and calls it Parker. The dog only lasts as long as Nate does.

PM me to tell me some more headcanons. Can you tell Nathan Ford is my favorite character?

#nate ford #im just rambling #leverage #nathan ford #headcanon for the drunk and trashy bastard we know and love

[beckface]

Bestie rant about the DadBrain AU for us please 🙏😤 we need more of it

ALWAYS you know i'm down

Some headcanons for the vanilla au as it is (if this conflicts with something the og creators said just pretend it’s not there):

(also reminder this is like. My specific version of the au with how I like to interpret the characters sjdhls)

Much like in the actual show the city is unaware of anything about WG’s private life, so they didn’t know she was Boxlietner’s daughter and they don’t know she’s Twobrain’s daughter. HOWEVER, some citizens HAVE been suspicious of Wg’s “True alliances” because they have caught her being friendly with Tb, and the press sees her hanging around his warehouse often

I like to imagine there’s an “episode” in this au where one of the other villains takes advantage of this paranoia, because Fair City is just far too happy to turn on wg, and it spirals into convincing everyone that WG is secretly planning some sort of alien invasion with the help of the eeeeeevil scientist Doctor Twobrains

It’s unclear in the show if the majority of the city knows that Boxlietner is Twobrains, but there were likely a lot of complications with the people who did know Steven before.

Becky tries to keep her parentage a secret after Squeaky happens to avoid being taken away by child services

A rumor spreads that Becky is an orphan among the other kids because Steven is nowhere to be seen ever since he changed into TB

This rumor causes a whole fiasco leading to the authorities indeed being called, and TB has to go through a significant amount of hijinks to prove that he’s still a capable parent. Becky has to help him.

After TB being her father is revealed he is just (in Becky’s eyes) The worst about it. Like this man is the PTA king, he fights with the Karen moms and flirts with every other single (sometimes not single) parent at the school. He flirts with her teacher too which makes Becky actively want to arrest him right then and there. He also brings Becky’s things she forgot at home in THE most flamboyant way possible. He’s not doing it on purpose, he’s just like that, but he’s never opposed to embarrassing his beloved daughter/nemesis. 

Violet is worried for Becky at first and Scoops writes a paper on it. Becky has them over for a playdate and makes tb PROMISE to making Violet feel at ease

Charlie and Meatloaf stay up late and watch Pretty Princess with her behind TB’s back

Whenever TB goes to Jail Becky can just come over and hang out. It’s like their second house at this point.

The other villains are generally very fond of Becky and will chat with her when she’s over at the prison. Whenever they curse wordgirl’s name or vow their revenge in front of her she and TB share a look like “I know something you donnnn’t”

TB teases her relentlessly about both Tobey and Scoops

If TB commits a crime during the school day (he tries not to but the mouse wants what it wants y'know) Sometimes he’ll chastise Becky for leaving school, and Becky is just like ಠ_ಠ

One time TB almost got away with a crime because he also stole her favorite ice cream and said they could have it after dinner if she let him get away. ALMOST.

I like to imagine in this AU whatever father/daughter problems they have don’t really come from Squeaky, that’s just treated like a business thing, but they come from issues that the characters already had (like, yknow, in life)

Steven and TB both have a tendency to get hyper focused on something to the point where Becky might feel a little neglected, but once he gets a sense of this he goes absolutely overboard with trying to make it up to her, and it’s just too much because she just wants to spend time with him

Becky gets really paranoid that her dad is going to hurt himself with an invention, and it only got worse when he became TB. She invades his privacy and invalidates his trust in her around his lab a lot without realizing it because of this.

Steven was really good friends with Sally and Tim, and reconnected with them after the cat got let out of the bag (so to speak) that he was Twobrains. Tj and Becky see each other a lot because of this and still have the exact same sibling dynamic, to the point where they will just refer to each other as “my annoying older sister/annoying little brother” 

The episode where he lets Squeaky take control still happens (Squeaky forces it more this time around) but in this version Becky thinks she can get through to TB that he’s going too far and might actually kill her, so she gets shot and then when TB comes back in control he holds her in his arms yelling for her to come back to him 

After Becky gets the shit kicked out of her and her heart broken in Rhyme and Reason Twobrains decides that he’s permanently grounding her from being a superhero because we as a society need to make that episode even more painful for Becky

It all works out in the end ofc and things go back to the status quo

Twobrains has been secretly trying and failing to make a device that can contact Lexicon for Becky. He’s still trying.

#wordgirl #becky botsford #steven boxlietner #doctor two brains #dadbrains au #/becky boxlietner au #hc/au #ask

[swanqueensalad]

TRIGGERWARNING!

Without triggering anyone I wanna ask two things:

1) Was Cora ever physically abbussive towards Regina?

2) I know many ppl's head canon is that Leopold raped Regina again and again as his bride, but is that your headcanon too?

ok again TRIGGER WARNING for abuse & SA (and brief mention of suicide) for anyone reading/scrolling!

i'm going to just explain my personal interpretation of the show and these subjects, bc i find regina so interesting and heartbreaking. and i actually do think part of what makes regina so fascinating as a character is her relationship within the cycle of abuse and how yes, she was incredibly hurt and manipulated all her life, but she eventually managed to break free of it all and work to be better for her own child.

buckle up because i have a lot of feelings and this is probably going to be LONG

so, my thoughts on exactly what happened and why regina is as fucked up as she is:

so yeah, cora was a horrific parent. it's canon that she abused regina both emotionally and physically for practically all her life.

in practically her very first scene, we see cora using magic to hurt her eighteen year old daughter - to violently restrain her/drop her to the ground when she 'misbehaves' which pretty clearly says this is a woman who uses power and fear as a control tactic, and is not afraid of physically hurting regina.

and if this is what she was doing when regina is almost an adult, i think it's safe to assume she's been doing it since she was very young - regina's response 'please don't, i'll be good' is the conditioned response of a much younger child. everything about the way regina was written, her relationship with cora, and the way lana and the directors chose to play it screams abuse victim. she is hypervigilant - she jumps when people come close or make sudden noises. when she's choked with magic she immediately knows not to struggle or fight back. as a young girl, she is terrified of doing things wrong.

(also, when we get the flashback to actual 10 year old regina, cora says she can't help her because 'it needs to be someone who's magic has never hurt her')

while i think most of the time cora relied on magic to physically punish regina - knowing how much regina particularly hated it/was afraid of it - i think she was definitely not above slapping her for more minor infractions

beyond just physical abuse, cora was clearly emotionally distant and got regina to a place of being pretty touch-starved and desperate for affection. (lana and barbara play this so masterfully as well) we see her being constantly, nastily critical of everything her daughter does.

i think it's also implied in the regina rising book that cora was controlling/restrictive of regina's food to ensure she stayed thin/attractive which is just a whole other can of worms

as for leopold. please bear with me while i RANT:

nothing will ever make me more mad than the fact this man was never held accountable in the narrative for his role in regina's story and how absolutely fucking awful he was.

first of all, even before he meets regina, he is dodgy af. he supposedly genuinely loves cora, but throws her out immediately when he discovers her pregnancy without even asking her if it's true/discussing it. also, even in that flashback the man is visibly much older than cora and even more so than eva, who he actually does marry (although i do believe they came to truly love each other). so yeah he has a habit of Not Listening to women and not looking at women his own age

and then we get to regina. the eighteen year old daughter of his ex fiancee (younger even than the unborn child who cora carried when she was engaged to him)

yes i think he raped her. because powerful old men do not marry pretty eighteen year olds for the company. (also, if it was just so snow would have a mother figure, well, she already had her maid joanna. and if snow really wanted regina around that badly, leopold could have just brought her to court as a lady in waiting, a fitting role for a noblewoman, and more appropriate seeing as regina was only about eight years older than snow)

regina is visibly distressed by the proposal. she is panicked. she looks to her father to help. cora accepts the proposal for her. and leopold does not care. i think this tells u all u need to know about his views on consent

(also it all gets ickier when you remember leopold was attracted to cora, and regina is considered to look like cora did when she was younger)

leopold clearly had zero interest in regina as a person. he used her for arm candy for events, to make snow happy, and to keep his bed warm. (later, he invades her privacy so much regina counts on him reading her diary as a thoughtless and integral part of a plan, and locks her up for receiving a present from another man) and yet he is never treated as a villain or ever held accountable (besides regina killing him - good for her - but even then it's framed more as a way to villainise her for tricking sidney) and it makes me FURIOUS

i sometimes see the take that leopold might have stopped raping her towards the latter years of their marriage, but i disagree - i think maybe it did get fewer and farther between, but regina was still his wife who he only saw as serving a few purposes, and the way he is so possessive of her in 1x011 makes no sense otherwise, seeing as he was so uninterested in her in every other way

i do think a lot of regina's rage and vendetta against snow is because of this abuse too.

hear me out: in s1 especially, both snow and regina refer to snow as 'ruining her life'. because regina blamed her for everything that happened to her. not only did snow cause daniel's murder, it was her desire for regina as a mother that prompted leopold to marry her.

and this marriage was hell. and i think people don't realise how long it lasted either - snow went from a child to at least her late teens before regina killed leopold. regina was a traumatised young girl, grieving the love of her life, with no friends, no allies, nobody except the literal dark one who was grooming her for his own gain. (no wonder she clung to the brief sense of freedom and control his lessons offered. no wonder she nearly killed herself.)

and while regina suffered, she was forced to play with snow white every day, who was so spoiled, so loved, so happy, and had no idea of the life she had unwittingly trapped regina in.

so yeah, it's all pretty dark.

and it's for all these reasons i think ouat ended up shying away from many more regina backstory episodes centring on the time she was married/pre-evil queen years, because they were on abc after all, and i don't think they were really equipped to deal with the horrendousness of the story they'd created

but lana most certainly did her work becaue i think all of this nuance does show in her portrayal

and it all just makes regina's ending - the good queen, in her own name, safe and strong and loved, part of a true family, her bond with snow healed - so much more of a relief.

#tw abuse #tw rape #regina mills #regina mills meta #anti king leopold #anti cora

[neoncrowpen]

Can I ask for headcanons or imagine about ten!reader joining Peaky Blinders in boy's disguise and becoming right hand and close friend of Thomas Shelby? Like no romance, just platonic. Thank you.

[Containing mild Peaky Blinders S5 Spoilers]

“You’re going to regret this,” you quietly said. Your eyes burned into the nun’s corneas. The rosary she held was nothing more than an accessory to her outfit. She was no servant of God. No one at St. Hilda’s Orphanage was. You braided your hair down, wrapping it in the long red scarf Polly Gray gave to you for Christmas. It hid the bottom half of your face while the secondhand Peaky Blinder cap covered the top.

As much as you pleaded, Thomas didn’t let you carry a razor underneath it like the rest of the Peaky Blinders did. He claimed it was ‘for grown-ups’ and that you’d have one soon. It didn’t help you today. The Nuns’ fury maimed you for the last time. As much as you enjoyed having four walls and sometimes a meal, you’d rather crawl in the dark coldness than return to the women who called themselves saints.

It was Polly who saw you first. Usually, John’s children greeted you first. They were envious of you, and you were just as envious of them. How wonderful it must be to have both parents who dirtied their hands so their children’s hands were kept clean. You watched Polly’s face turn from endearment to a vengeful scowl in seconds. She escorted you towards Thomas’ office. Locking the door behind her, you heard Thomas complain to her about invading privacy…until he saw you.

Thomas leapt from his seat. He bent down, holding your small face in his hands. Your bloody nose smeared all over your face. Your eyes burned with tears.

“I told you I needed one.” You said, trying to keep calm. “I told you!”

“Who did this to you?” He asked. He offered you a handkerchief.

“The Nuns.” You explained. “We’re all scared of them. They kicked me out. I found Patricia hanging in the bathroom. She was scared of them too.”

“What?” Polly reacted with horror. Thomas stayed still in front of you. His anger casted a shadow over his being. You weren’t sure if there was a God, but you were sure there was a hellfire inside Thomas Shelby’s eyes.

Two days passed when you snuck your way back into St. Hilda’s Orphanage. Your boyish disguise hid in your Catholic uniform. The blue light of dawn colored everything somber. You wished Patricia were here. Pressing your ear against the thin door, you heard glass smashing. Thomas Shelby’s words delighted your ears.

“Now, put them on. Put them on your face, or it’ll be your eyes that are broken. Please don’t imagine that I won’t use this minute to do it or that I am afraid of your prayers or your crosses.”

You heard a silence in the air as still as gravestones.

“You see the world broken,” Polly’s voice mused. “Like those beaten children will.”

A whispered turned into a roar. “Look at me!” Thomas Shelby’s next words put a smile on your face. “Funding withdrawn.”

“All children to be taken into our own institutions.” Polly Gray instructed. You peeked into room. The Head Sister stood up from her seat. You flinched in fear.

“You have no say in where the children—

Polly’s metal weapon sung in the air. Her threat whispered more quietly than their prayers. “If I come for you, and I still might yet decide to come for you, I will wear high heels so you can hear my approach on the cobblestones and have time to repent.”

As other children were being taken from St. Hilda’s, you were taken into Polly’s home. Your eyes widened as Thomas handed you a new cap. A razor hid on the inside just like all the other Peaky Blinders. You couldn’t hide your smile.

“Thank you, Mr. Shelby.” You bowed your head. Securing your new capon your head, a new sense of pride washed over you.

“Thank you, Y/N.” Thomas stood up from being your height. He seemed like a giant compared to you. “Now, is my newest right hand man ready for their first official job?”

Your innocent smile turned into a mischievous smirk. “What’s the job?”

“How well can you eavesdrop?” Thomas said, showing off a picture of Oswald Mosley.

[This was so much fun to write!!! Absolutely loved writing this!]

#thomas shelby #ten!reader #thomas shelby imagine #imagine thomas shelby #peaky blinders #peaky blinders imagine #imagine peaky blinders #s5 spoilers #peaky blinders s5 spoilers #spoilers

[ladymischievous]

More Dumb Headcanons

Been playing a little with some headcanon ideas for my WoL, Fray, and Myste during Shadowbringers. I did a shorter summary of ideas before here and decided to expand on some of them a bit. (I’m a little shy talking about FFXIV headcanon stuff.) Spoilers for SHB and DRK quests, just a warning to be safe. -o-o-o-

1.) Myste would likely be a ‘summoner’, conjuring simulacrum as summons and fairies. To get Fray to behave when they are getting carried away or are misbehaving he conjures an illusion of Leviathan. It startles Fray and he hates it, given his bad memories of the Leviathan fight.

2.) My WoL is an Astrologian and Dancer, they were originally an employee of the Gold Saucer. They hosted, played Triple Triad, performed for audiences, and had to be a bouncer on a number of occasions. 3.) In Holminster Switch the scions get to officially meet Fray for the first time after the WoL is Ko’d by Forgiven Dissonance. The WoL tells Fray to take the reins and acts as tank until the defeat of the Lightwarden, Philia. Fray immediately feels wrong at the idea of taking in anymore light from Lightwardens. His priority being the safety of the WoL, he’s suspicious of the Exarch and his motivations. (Differences between my WoL and Fray)

4.) My WoL conjures simulacrum of both Fray and Myste after the fight with Eros. There had been growing worries since the battle with Titantia and Fray had been becoming more vocal in their concerns. Using the two simulacrum, the WoL was able to take some of the stress of the growing amount of aether off themselves for a while. This brought the Scions face to face with different sides of their comrade and friend. 5.) Fray normally keeps their face covered, they’d rather the scions not see their friend’s face. It’s from the incident at Whitebrim, where they revealed theirself as another part of the WoL. There’s a little guilt there, as they did have hopes that if the people there saw that part of their ‘beloved hero’, they’d turn away from them, freeing them. Fray’s helmet is knocked off at some point and afterwards, with some persistence, the WoL convinces them to not hide anymore, saying: “They have to accept us both or not at all.” 6.) Myste gets along well with Alisaie and Alphinaud. Alisaie takes the opportunity to try to get more information on the WoL, Alphinaud accuses her of invading his privacy but is just as curious. It ends up with the twins learning that the WoL has depression and deals with a lot of trauma. Things evolve into Myste hanging out with the twins and them having fun where and when they can. It’s nice for Alisaie and Alphinaud, eventually they rope Ryne into things too and help her open up and enjoy things. 7.) For a little while, not long after the two simulacrum are conjured, a couple of the Scions speculate Fray is the ‘evil side’ of the WoL. This gets quickly quashed by Fray themself when they catch wind of it. Fray claims that their power is fueled by love, something that confuses some of the Scions at first. “If I don’t love them, who else will?” sounds strange at first, given how many admire the WoL. But Fray corrects it by saying most love ‘the idea’ of the WoL, few actually know them. Fray loves them at their best and worst, unconditionally. That self love helps keep the WoL alive, prompting their sense of self preservation and motivating them to try to take care of their self. It’s needed or else they’ll keep giving themselves to others until there’s nothing left of them at all. This is a love that also does extend to those the WoL cares about. While prickly at first, Fray does care for their friends. It’s what drives them to protect what’s held precious to them over the idea of ‘the greater good’. Fray is a part of the WoL who is far more honest with their feelings and desires. Emotions can be ugly and complicated and are never simply ‘good or evil’. You can be angry and that might fuel you to do something good or love someone so strongly that you are willing to do something horrible to have them to yourself (Fray says, from experience, a little embarrassed at the admission). -o-o-o- That’s all for today, I hope it was a fun read. :D

#Final Fantasy XIV #Final Fantasy WoL #Final Fantasy XIV Spoilers #FFXIV #FFXIV Spoilers #ffxiv esteem #ffxiv dark knight #ffxiv drk #Fray Myste #alphinaud leveilleur #alisaie leveilleur

[lovelykhaleesiii]

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HEADCANON 

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Words: 1,340 

Summary: Dating the one and only, Bucky Barnes, would include... 

Warnings: fluff overload, mentions of overprotective Bucky, smut, dom!Bucky, mentions of sugar Daddy!Bucky, NSFW!!! 

A/N - I just felt the urge to write for Bucky... I miss my main man <3 

The first time you’d recall ever coming across Bucky was through the national televised news... He was a tad bit of a hot topic in the day, especially during his time as the notorious, Winter Soldier. 

Before then, you would have never believed in the slightest that you’d ever end up being with him, let alone actually, personally know him. 

You’d met through a mutual friend, that friend being Natasha. You’d met Natasha when she'd first moved to America, and you were one of the few people she’d let help her to adjust to this new, foreign lifestyle. And ultimately, you were one of the few closest to her... She knew you’d be perfect for him. 

When you’d both had first introduced yourselves, the two of you were nervous. Bucky had anticipated the worst, considering his horrendously tragic past was exposed, he knew with certainty that you’d want no part in having to deal with him... And yet, it was wrong for him to assume. 

He fell in love with you gradually. The more often he saw you, and the more often he’d talked to you, meant the more comfortable he’d become.

And that was what he needed, was time. 

You knew better than to rush with Bucky, Natasha had cautioned you, “he can be a bit of a flight risk.”

“How about we change that!” 

Simultaneously, the more frequently you’d seen Bucky, the more you felt yourself physically and mentally falling for him. 

You cared for him in ways you’d never encountered before in any previous relationship. You worried about him, yet you’d come to realise his capability in handling himself. 

He lived alone for quite sometime in his life, you’d learnt... He developed the necessary skills needed to overcome his own personal issues. 

And you were incredibly proud... You made sure he knew. 

Bucky loved intimacy: you realised that through the progression of the relationship. 

He loved being alone with you, he loved being close to you physically. Knowing that you were there with him, protected by him, safe and out of harms way, was all he needed to get a peaceful and plentiful sleep at night. 

And to be quite honest, you clinged to that. You admired how seriously protective he'd become over you... Which was one of the earliest signs you'd encountered, of realising just how deeply you could trust him. 

Which is why you feared not for yourself, although for the safety of others, where people would either intentionally or unknowingly dare to cross the boundary Bucky created in his mind.

Whether it be the local drunk at the bar, desperately trying to flirt or a fellow Avenger/S.H.I.E.L.D agent innocently trying to spark up a simple conversation with you... Bucky was never the ideal fan. 

He’d have a quick temper, that you’d never get used to, the way he'd barge his way through towards you, and directly question the intention of the person... The man was accustomed to not showing remorse. 

You could tell almost immediately when he’d be pissed: his fists would curl tightly, making his knuckles glow white, his metal arm making that familiar whirling sound whenever it tensed with pressure, and his face would just contort in pure rage. His entire demeanour would change and stiffen throughout the day, and it was difficult to reverse that. 

“Did you see the way that pathetic low life was looking at you, Y/N? It’s disgusting... I could tell just exactly what was running through his fucking mind.” 

No matter how many times you’d reassure him that it was never in your nature to neither hurt nor to leave him, it was a struggle to convince Bucky. 

That was until you’d first uttered the words “I love you.” 

You’d be the first in the relationship to admit it, and it was simply in the spur of the moment...Almost felt instinct to say it. 

Bucky would have definitely have mutual feelings, and would admit that he’d always intended on saying it, although was ultimately fearful of rejection. 

And yet, you had a solid feeling there was no chance of leaving Bucky... You were in it with him for the long run, and you were certain no matter the costs, nor the toll it take, you wanted to stick by Bucky. 

Nonetheless, being in a relationship with Bucky meant you’d be close to his dearest friends, Steve and Sam. 

“So you're the one he’s been driving us crazy about, talking non-stop about Y/N this, Y/N that... You must be one heck of a girl, to have the Winter Soldier head over heels for-,” Sam had mentioned the moment you'd initially met him.

You blushed to the sincere thought that Bucky would persistently talk about you to his fellow peers. A small smile would appear every time you'd think about it, and you felt no shame about it... Like Sam said, it meant he was head over heels for you.

And you’d come to know exactly what he meant, the first time Bucky and you had ever really gotten physically intimate. 

He was gentle with you at first, as he had introduced himself to be when he’d first gotten to know you. His intention was to not scare you away, and the same rules applied in bed... Initially. 

After some time, once you’d both familiarised yourselves with each other’s rhythms and naked bodies... Bucky become a little more adventurous in bed. 

Another side came out of him, that you'd thought never existed, that he had his so well. 

He ultimately loved being dominant, taking over the situation with sheer force and control. 

He loved how vulnerable you’d get against him and drooled over the way you’d whimper and moan his name. 

Being a super soldier, you'd come to understand, everything for Bucky was heightened: his senses, his feelings and his sheer body mass... Meaning he was BIG.

He’d known without a doubt that it would hurt: the penetration into your tight cunt, his sheer bulge even made you wet, dripping with cum, as he firmly rubbed himself either against your ass cheeks or just above your cunt. 

He was a HUGE fan of hickeys, any way of showing his raw affection, especially the fact that he’d be able to leave HIS mark all over you... He had no shame. Once he'd lose himself during the sex, he’d often spank your ass hard, loving the jiggle underneath his hand, leaving nothing but a red mark of where his palm smacked all over. 

He was a passionate lover, and loved taking his time with you: he wasn't a fan of quickies however, it’s not like he had ever said no, nor denied you sex.

In fact, he was often the one instigating it, whenever possible, however as said before, he loved the privacy of just you two, and preferred spaces where no one could invade. 

Bucky loved to spoil you also. Anything to sweeten you up, and brighten your day, he'd bend his back for you without a doubt. 

His gifts always had more sentiment than commercial value to it: although on the special occasions, such as your birthday, or your anniversaries, he’d buy anything and everything you either touched or laid your hands on. 

You often would joke and tease him about being a Sugar Daddy, and yet he thrived off the idea discretely. 

Undoubtedly, you’d return the favour in bed... And that was all he could ask for. He especially was a major fan of your thigh riding: the way you sat prompted up on top of him, the slight bounce of your tits, as your body specifically your hips swaying back and forth against his thighs and bulging erection. He loved pushing you deeper down against it, and the warm feeling of your wetness just seeping through his jeans... He loved every intricate detail of you. 

Nonetheless, he was all yours and you were all his, and you both were madly head over heels for each other. 

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Better | Bucky Barnes x Reader (Part 10) - FINALE

My Masterlist

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9

Summary: Things may have gotten better but you still need YOUR family...

Word Count: 9442

Pairing: Doctor!Bucky x Doctor!Reader, Steve Rogers x Peggy Carter (mentioned), Rebecca Barnes, Winnifred Barnes

Warnings: Swearing, Surgery, Organ Donation, Nudity, Cancer, Death Mention, William Shakespeare (check sparknotes if you would like but I just could not bother translating that shit!)

A/N: This is the first series that I have completed and I must say, I feel so damn accomplished. As I have said before, Better is a fic that is extremely close to my heart because of how personal it is to me. I loved writing every bit of it, even the angst and the fluff. I appreciate all the love that I got for this fic, with Better!Bucky stealing everyone’s hearts and the headcanons you all sent me when I felt really inspired to dive more into this little universe that I had created. We have two epilogues left so this isn’t goodbye. But thank you to @dramadreamer14​ for being the one who got me started on here and for keeping me going until the end of the line (I HAD TO!). You’re the realest, Naynay! This one’s for you! <3

The steam that arose from the hot shower still lingered around the bathroom, the condensation clouding up the mirror as you stood in front of it. Fresh out of the shower and still in the nude, you took a moment to stare at the plain reflection of your delicate body. You watched as a drop of water trickled down your neck before reaching your sternum. Under your right breast was the waterproof dressing that kept covered the now restored masterpiece of Dr. Peter Parker. You could not help but run your fingers over the patch for a moment. These stitches should start dissolving soon.  

Natasha had told you that since your incision had reopened and had to have been stitched up again, you might have a scar on your abdomen for the rest of your life; it was a constant reminder of your sacrifice and the trauma that you had to endure. Not that you minded, really. After all, this scar was also a reminder of you finally opening yourself up to your James.  

The creaking noise of the door snapped you out of your thoughts for a moment and you noticed Bucky Barnes enter the bathroom. “I told you not to get out of the shower until I got back, doll.” He scolded you when he saw you standing in front of the mirror, shaking his head at your reflection as he wrapped the clean bath robe over your shoulder.

You gave him a small smile as you felt your cheeks heat up, looking down at your feet as the drops of water continued to trickle down your bare legs. You could not remember the last time you had managed to shave; it must have been a few days before your surgery. But with your lack of mobility when showering, you had not even bothered to make the effort. For the sake of not soaking your stitches, you had been avoiding taking a bath like the plague. While the shower had definitely helped with maintaining the cleanliness, the sutures in your body prevented you from bending over in order to shave.

Not that Bucky minded though. He was never one to believe in the social constructs of what made someone attractive, especially not with you. His common sense and medical knowledge combined were reason enough for him to know that hair growth was a natural bodily function within women and that shaving should not be a priority to someone who’s currently recovering from a partial liver transplant. He had ensured that you had no reason to feel insecure about that.  

This would be the fourth day he had helped you out of the shower, the fourth time he had seen you completely naked and not made a big deal out of it. As a surgeon, he had seen it all during his decade on the job. But even though you were not his patient, even if you were the love of his life, he was not one to lose his self control and dignity just because you had stood before him unclothed. He understood that you were healing and he was caring for you. It was as simple as that.

He grabbed a clean towel from the rack and handed it to you so that you could dry yourself off. “Nat said that she’ll take a look at your stitches when she comes over tomorrow, just to see if they’re dissolving as they should be.” He told you, his head held low to the tiled bathroom floor. He would not even dare to steal a glance of your naked body without your consent. “I’ll let you get dried off.”

Before he could step out of the bathroom, you quickly grabbed his wrist. “James.” You gave him a soft smile as you stepped forward, leaning in slightly to peck his lips. “Thank you.”

He cocked his eyebrow slightly, giving you a look of confusion that was followed by a soft chuckle. “Get dried off so that I can change your dressing, okay? I’ll get started on breakfast.”

You gave him a nod as you watched him walk out of the bathroom, a sigh of contentment escaping your lips as you turned back to look at your reflection in the mirror. With the fog now cleared up, you could finally see yourself smiling and you began to dry yourself off.

While you were getting dressed, Bucky managed to strip and make your bed before making his way to the kitchen. He got started on making your breakfast, as he had been doing for the last few days. He would say that he was a decent cook for the most part. Having lived alone for all these years, he did have to learn how to make his own meals. However, in recent years with his added workload and unpredictable schedule, not to mention the financial stability, he had hired a personal chef to prep his meals for him while he was away.

His lunches and dinners had always been prepped and stored in his refrigerator by his professional meal prepper every week. But ever since you had come to stay with him, he had contacted the chef and made changes to his usual menu to include your dietary requirements as per Natasha’s instructions. While the fridge had been stored with pre-prepared meals of salmon and broccoli or an avocado salad for you, breakfast was always his thing.

Bucky always prepared you a bowl of oatmeal topped with fresh berries and some freshly steeped green tea, all of which were on the top of Natasha’s list of foods that were good for the liver. As he had learned recently, you were not that fond of the taste of grapefruit though you preferred a glass of cranberry juice with your dinner as replacement for wine. In the last four days, he had become quite fond of all of your weird quirks – from the temperature of the water when you shower to the way you ate your broccoli first before digging into the salmon, he liked all of it.

You got dressed into an oversized nightshirt that MJ had picked out for you after realizing that your closet was rather lacking of clothes that are comfortable enough for someone who’s just had surgery. It was lose around your body, covering a lot more skin compared to a hospital gown but also easy to breathe in. You pulled your dressing gown over your body as you made your way over to the kitchen. Bucky’s apartment was fairly too big for one person alone, with a breathtaking view of the river right outside of his living room window. It was roomy. The guest bedroom itself was three times as big as your entire loft apartment. A part of you felt slightly guilty for taking up that much space, for you had always believed that you deserved less than what you had. But you also felt safe in this apartment, for you were with your James. You were at his home. Home is where the heart is and you had given him your heart.

When you saw that Bucky had set down a bowl of oat meal in front of your seat, you groaned. “James, I can’t...” Your tone was rather whiney but it made him chuckle. “You can’t mask out the fibre with all those berries. It’s disgusting.”

He handed you a spoon as you sat down, his arm wrapped around your shoulder as he leaned down to kiss the top of your head. “If you eat this and drink your tea, I’ll give you an extra glass of cranberry juice for dinner.”

“You call that an incentive, Dr. Barnes?” You looked up at him with a pout of your lips. “I never thought I would say this but I would actually take the IV and feeding tube over this concoction that Natasha has graciously called breakfast.” You admitted as you took the spoon from him and sighed, struggling to take the first bite. “If that liver of mine doesn’t regenerate in the next few weeks, I swear to God...”

Pulling up his chair next to you, he sat down with his own bowl of oatmeal and held up his spoon. “I’m with you till the end of the line, doll.” He said as he took a bite of his breakfast, scrunching his nose at the texture of the warm oatmeal in his mouth. “Not as good as my usual protein shakes but this would do.”

You let out a chuckle as you took another bite of it, laying your head against his shoulder. “So, your usual diet includes protein shakes and an extensive menu prepared by a personal chef.” You noted, cheekily. “Good to know, Barnes...”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing, it’s just that... there are a lot of things that I feel like I didn’t know about you until now.” You admitted, taking another bite before turning over to look at him. “And it seems like you know everything about me by now...”

It took a moment for your James to take in what you were saying and he bit down on his bottom lip, letting out a sigh before giving you a nod. “I do, don’t I?” He asked as he picked at his bowl of oatmeal before turning over to look at you. “I do know a lot about you, maybe more than you had told me.” Admitting that may not have been the best thing to do right not, but he did not care. After all, he wanted to be honest with you. If it meant that he should share what he had done, then so be it. If you did get mad at him for it, then he sure as hell deserved it for invading your privacy.

You raised your eyebrow slightly as you set down your spoon, licking your lips as you picked up your mug to take a sip of the green tea that had now cooled down. “Peggy may have mentioned it when I asked her why the terms on your contract were triple the amount that my parents owed the hospital. She said something about the outstanding medical bills in Philly, which she wouldn’t have known so I asked her how she did know and she was so quick to rat you out that I was actually surprised.” You told him as you laid his hand on top of his, sighing.

“I...”Bucky paused, not knowing how to respond to that. He could never trust Peggy with a secret, could he? For a woman who preaches about attorney-client privilege like it’s the Bible, she sure as hell lacked the social filter that was necessary when it came to his love life.  She could not keep a secret. It did dawn on him that she may have had good intentions, but that did not make her attempts to meddle any better. “I... I’m sorry, I know I violated your privacy. But I only did it because I was worried and I was watching out for you...” He bit down on his bottom lip as he looked away from you, unable to maintain eye contact when you had just called him out on what he had done.

“James.” You shook your head. “She was also quick to explain that what you did was totally illegal and if I did want to take legal action against you, she would have to resign from being my attorney due to her conflict of interest.” You joked, chuckling softly as you tried to lighten up the mood.

“You’re... not mad?”

You shook your head. “No, I mean, I know why you did it. I had built up these walls around me and... I made it so hard for anyone to know anything about me. In a way, it’s my fault that you had to go out of your way to...” You sighed. “It shows me that you care, James, and I’m... I’m glad to have someone who cares enough about me to... not think twice about breaking the law.”

Bucky let out a sigh of relief that you were not mad at him. But how could you ever get mad at him in the first place? “Oh thank God, I was so worried... that you might end up hating me.” He admitted. “I’m sorry, doll. Even though I did have good intentions, what I did was wrong and I have to own up to that. If you do feel like punishing me for what I did, I’m more than willing to accept it.”

“Well, if you insist on being punished, then... since you seem to know everything about me, you could... maybe start off by telling me everything about you.” You told him as you laughed. “I mean, I did know that you came from old money and that you did not have to struggle financially. But you live in a big ass penthouse apartment, you drive a Mercedes but Wanda tells me that it’s not the only car you own... and you have a personal chef and a housekeeper who come in once a week. You seem a lot more... different than... most people I know. And no, I’m not saying this because I feel insecure or anything. I don’t... I just... you are so different, you could have had anything or anyone you wanted and to think that you chose my fucked up heart over that, I’m... I’m flattered.”

“You’re right, doll.” He admitted, picking at his bowl of oatmeal as he turned over to look at you. “I am different. We’ve both had very different upbringings, I won’t deny that. My grandparents were... fairly wealthy. My family’s quite influential in this little town of Shelbyville, Indiana. That’s where I was born. My parents met when they were kids and they were high school sweethearts. They got married right after they graduated from medical school, moved to Brooklyn for their residency and started up their own practice together, as partners. They were both very successful physicians but they also started a family together. Four kids... and a business to run, they could not do it on their own. I was pretty much raised by my nanny, Sarah...”

“Steve’s mother.” You noted, giving him a nod. Steve had told you about his own family situation growing up, with his parents being Irish immigrants who had their own struggles. Mr. Rogers had not been the best of fathers, but he had passed o when he was fairly young. Sarah Rogers had no choice but to become to sole breadwinner of her family, having a young son to take care of on her own. It must have been a miracle that she had managed to find employment with the Barnes. But from what you knew, the woman had pretty much raised your James and she had done a darn good job at it. “He’s told me a lot about her.”

“She was a wonderful woman, Y/N. I wish you could have met her. She would have loved you like her own child. She always treated us like we were her own children. She never acted like she was being paid to take care of us.” Bucky recalled fondly as he thought of his childhood. “She took care of us like we were her own. But she did have certain limits. She always called me Master James, told me that I should never pick on my little sisters and that I should always watch out for them, as their big brother. She always let me watch when she braided their hair or when she cooked, taught me a thing or two along the way. She was the reason why I managed to become friends with Steve. He was like another brother than a friend, really... he still is.”

“Do you miss her a lot?” You asked him, biting down on your bottom lip as you picked at your oatmeal. You were well aware that Steve’s mother had passed away quite a while ago. Though you did not know the details, you knew that she had passed away from cancer. But now that you knew that Bucky did have a close relationship with that woman, you could imagine how hard it must have been for her.

“I mean, yeah... I miss her a lot. I think about her every day, every single day when I go into work, every single time I see a patient, every single time I get called for a consult. I think of her and I miss her every single day. I never...” Looking back to his teenage days was not easy for Bucky. It was never easy for any teenager. But the worst part of it all had to be when he had lost Sarah. He had been nineteen years old back then, having taken a gap year after his high school graduation. Not only had he been unsure about what he wanted do with his life, but he had also made a pact with Steve that the two of them would attend NYU together. Perhaps his decision to declare a pre-med major may have been his attempt at blindly following his parents’ footsteps, but after Sarah’s death he knew exactly what kind of doctor he wanted to be. “I never realized how fucked up our health care system was... until I realized what actually happened to Sarah. I didn’t think that someone who had a clear case of BAC could be misdiagnosed with pneumonia. I didn’t think there was this... systemic... classism that was so deep-rooted... I think that was a wake-up call for me. All I could think of was... if Sarah had been in a better financial situation, she would have gotten better care and she might even be alive today. I think that made me want to be a better doctor than the ones she had, you know... because I don’t think any kid in this fucked up world deserves to lose their mother because their doctors weren’t good enough at doing their jobs.”

You nodded, understandingly. “She would have been so proud of you, James. She would have been so proud of both you and Steve, your sisters. She did a damn good job raising all of you and... she’s watching you do wonders, I’m sure.” You told him with a smile, your hand holding onto his.

His lips curled into a small smile as he nodded. “I do hope so, Y/N.” He admitted, sighing. “You know, I... I wasn’t always like this. Back then, all I cared about was being the best doctor that could be. And I was... good at my job. I’m a good doctor, I know that. I was better than those doctors that Sarah had. But I was so caught up with being a better doctor, that I often... I forgot to be human.” This was true. He did have his head right up his ass until a few years ago. “I was throwing myself into work and... I thought I was doing good, that cutting into hearts were enough. I had a privileged life, Y/N. I never understood how lucky I was that... I had parents who had successful careers or financial stability. I never understood that... I had made it this far was because I was privileged. I never thought about... giving back to those who didn’t have what I had. I... didn’t think that I could do so much more than I already was. I was so caught up with being a good doctor but what I realized later was that I needed to be a better person... because I had a lot of people who were looking up to me. Seeing you made me realize that... you’re not the one who should strive to be better, but me. I needed to be better, for myself ... for my goddaughter, my niece and nephew... for you. You made me realize that.”

You leaned over to give him a quick peck on his lips. “Well, you can’t be better than perfect... and you are perfect.” You told him, and he was indeed that. He was the perfect man, who had once had his flaws but he had worked to fix them all, for your sake.

After breakfast, you found yourself having taken your medication and making yourself comfortable on your James’ living room couch. The downside to being away from work was the fact that it was extremely difficult to kill time. Steve had forbidden you from even logging into your work email, let alone checking the files of your current patients whom you had transferred over to him for the time being. You had no other choice but to binge-watch whatever show was popular on Netflix. Hell, you had not even bothered to have an account on Netflix until Peter had forced you into creating one. You had a list of shows that you were planning to watch during your time in bed rest, as per Natasha’s recommendations. You were never fond of watching television, but at this point, you might as well keep yourself entertained.

While you had gotten immersed in the historically accurate depiction of the British royal family in The Crown, Bucky had found himself sitting in the dining room and catching up on some emails for work. He was on call at the moment but he had not been asked to come into the hospital just yet, so it was all good. Thankfully, Peggy was scheduled to spend the night with you while Steve was at home with Sarah. He had just finished replying to his last email when he got a phone call from his sister. His eyebrows furrowed slightly as he saw Rebecca Barnes’ name flash on his phone before he answered the call. “Hey Becca?”

“Hey Buck, just letting you know that mom and I are on our way over to yours right now. We should be there in a half hour or so.” Becca told her brother in a hurry. “I just came down to drop the kids off for the weekend and mom insisted that I join her for a little impromptu visit. She wants to see Y/N.”

“What?!” His eyes grew wide as he heard what his sister what just told him, but his tone was rather hushed as he did not want to bother you during your binge. “Rebecca, what the hell?! How did she know that Y/N was here and why the hell are you calling me instead of talking her out of coming here?!”

“Bucky, I think you and I both know the answer to that.” She replied, sighing. “You know Steve calls her at least twice a week. Apparently, she heard through the grape vine that you had paid off a large amount of money and asked him if he knew about it. You know Steve. He wouldn’t lie to her so... yeah, she knows about Y/N and you paying off her parents. Oh and Steve was gracious enough to rat me out too. Now she knows that I was also involved...” There was a pause before she let out a sigh. “So... yeah, mom wants to see Y/N and we’re on our way.”

To say that James Barnes was certain that one could not trust both the mister and missus Rogers would be an understatement. How could both the husband and the wife just rat him out to two of the most important women in his life like that? He had no idea. “Alright, thanks for the warning, I guess. I’ll see you when you get here.” Once he hung up the call, he was quick to make his way over to the living room. “Hey, doll?”

You picked up the remote to pause your show before turning your head slightly to face him. “Yeah?”

Biting down on his bottom lip, he stuffed his hands in the pockets of his sweat pants as he made his way around the couch. Sitting down on the loveseat across from you, he rubbed his temples for a moment, not knowing how to break this to you. He had not bothered letting his parents know about the events of the last few weeks, mainly because he did not know how to. But he also did not want to put you in an overwhelming position where you had to deal with them while you were also recovering from your surgery. Surely, you had met George and Winnifred Barnes before. But back then, you were only a colleague of his and now you were his girlfriend. “I don’t want to freak you out but... uh... my sister Becca just called and... my mom’s on her way here right now and she wants to see you.”

“What?!” You asked him in surprise. You had met the woman briefly before at Sarah Rogers’ second birthday party a few months ago. You certainly had a lot of respect for her. But now you were particularly nervous about meeting her again, as you happened to be dating her son. “How?”

Your James winced slightly at the thought of his best friend. “... Steve.” He replied with a sigh. “He told her everything and now she’s on her way here. My sister said that she wanted to see you.”

You let out a groan when he mentioned the name of your mentor. “Fucking Rogers...” You rolled your eyes as you laid your head back, sighing. “James, I don’t think I’m ready to meet your mother now. We’ve barely been a couple. What does she want to see me about?”

“I don’t know, doll.” Bucky agreed as he sighed, leaning over to place his hand on your foot. “You don’t have to put yourself through this if you don’t want to. I could just tell her that you’re not feeling like visitors and send her home.”

You shook your head. “Oh no, don’t do that. I don’t want to be rude.” You told him, biting down on your bottom lip. “I mean, you did say that she might be coming over every once in a while... right?”

“Well, she usually comes to do my laundry.” He admitted with a shrug. “Ever since she retired, she seems to have a lot of time on her hands so... she tends to stop by to do some chores around the house, you know, be a mom. But I was going to tell her to not come by in the next few weeks, you know, for your sake. But Steve just had to spill the beans to her and now’s she on her way.”

“When Peggy comes here tonight, I’ll make sure to give her a piece of my mind.”

The sound of his front door being unlocked by his mother’s set of keys may have startled Bucky slightly, for he sprung to his feet and stomped over to greet her in an instant. “Ma?”

“Hello, James.” The woman greeted her son with a warm smile upon seeing him rush to her, pulling him into a tight hug as she stood on the tip of her toes to reach his height. Even when her son had grown well into his adulthood, he would always be her little baby. As a once working mother who had been forced to spend so much time away from her children, she had always greeted them with a warm embrace when she came home. Her arms always wrapped tightly around them to show just how much she loved them despite not being around to show it as much as she would have liked. No wonder the Barnes children had turned out the way they had. They had two amazing women who had showered them with love and affection. They had never been deprived of a mother’s love, unlike yourself.

A part of him was relieved that his mother was not visibly upset by his actions, but he hugged her back rather hesitantly. All he could do was give Becca a death glare for not managing to talk her out of coming here. But it was too late now, since they were already here. He hoped for the best but for some reason, expected the worst. “Rebecca.”

“Brother.” She gave him an apologetic look that was followed by a shrug of her shoulders.

Pulling back from the hug, Winnifred Barnes ran her hand through her son’s hair fondly. “You look rather well-rested, son. Have you not been working in the last few days?” She asked him with her eyebrow raised at him.

“Uhm... no, not really.” He replied as he scratched the back of his neck. “I was on call the other night and I’m actually on call right now. I just haven’t had anyone call me in yet.”

“And here I thought my workaholic son had finally had a change of heart.” The woman joked as she began to make her way over to the living room. “How’s the lovely Y/N?”

“Uh...” He turned around to look at Becca before following her to the living room. “She’s doing alright...”

You turned off the television before getting out of your comfortable position on the couch, folding your blanket neatly and setting it aside. You fixed your dressing gown as you stood up, turning around towards the door to greet your boyfriend’s mother. “Dr. Barnes.” You smiled nervously at her.

“Oh honey, please... call me Winnie. Or Ma, Ma’s great too. Actually, I think I would prefer if you called me Ma.” She clarified with a smile, walking up to you and gently wrapping her arm around you. “Steve mentioned to me about your surgery the other day. I wish he could have told me sooner though. I would have come down and seen you at the hospital. But better late than never, right? How are you doing?”

“I’m doing much better now, thank you.” You told her with a smile and you could have sworn that your heart could have burst from the fondness that was so evident from this woman. “I... have some great people looking out for me so it’s all good.”

“Of course, you do!” Becca exclaimed as she walked up to you with a wide grin. “Hi, we haven’t met. I’m Becca Barnes and it’s so lovely to meet you, finally. My children have told me so much about you.”

You returned her smile, knowing very well that this woman had been the one who had dug into your past as per her brother’s request. “Peggy told me a lot about you as well, believe it or not.” You told her, making Bucky choke slightly.

Winnifred Barnes turned over to her son. “James, didn’t you say that you were working today? Why don’t you get on your way now? Becca and I can keep Y/N company while you’re gone.”

“Uh...” He looked away from his mother for a moment, turning to you with wide eyes. “I mean, I don’t have to go yet...”

A part of her was slightly surprised by his response, for she knew that her son would never turn down a chance to go into work earlier than he had been expected to be at work. But she was not an idiot. She knew that his reason for wanting to delay going in to the hospital was because he would rather stay at home with you.

She had to admit that it was slightly refreshing to see him like this. Bucky had remained single for while now and had rarely ever brought any women home. Winnifred had always been worried that her son would willingly choose to spend the rest of his life alone despite the fact that he was certainly capable of finding himself a wife. But she knew now that his heart had always been set on you and she could not be more grateful that the two of you had found each other.

When she had heard from Steve, and Becca after much insistence, about your familial situation, the woman’s heart broke. A mother’s love was meant to be the purest of them all. But the fact that your own mother had been the cause of your despair had sickened her. In an instant, she was longing to embrace you and shower you with the love that you had been so deprived of. A mother’s love, for you were now a daughter to her as much as the rest of them, if her son was so sure of making you his wife.

Just then, Bucky’s pager went off against the waistband of his sweat pants. A disappointed groan escaping his lips, he checked the page before making his way towards the dining room to grab his phone. A quick phone call to the nurses’ desk and MJ informing him of a ferry accident was reason enough for him to head to work. When he turned around to head back to the living room, he noticed that his sister had followed him. “What is it?”

Rebecca Barnes bit down on her bottom lip. “Mom... told me to give you something.” She told him as she reached into her purse to pull out a little black box. “When you’re ready, Buck...” She handed it to him and leaned over to kiss his cheek. “If you know that Y/N’s the one, I mean... I’m sure you know that by now. We all know that she’s the one, just... Mom loves her, but that’s not a surprise. Dad’s quite fond of her too, believe it or not. What’s there not to love about Y/N Y/L/N?”

His eyes grew wide as he took the box from her, pulling her into a hug and sighing. His eyes glazed over as he realized that he now had his family’s blessing. Although it was only a few days into the two of you being boyfriend and girlfriend, he had always known that it was you. But now his family did too. “She is the one, Becca.” He admitted, sighing. “She’s always been the one. I’ve always known that if I ever wanted to settle down and have a family of my own, if I didn’t have it all with Y/N, then I didn’t want it at all.”

Becca nodded as she rubbed his back, sighing. “She’s been through a hell of a lot, Bucky. She’s been through enough. She really needs a good family, one where she feels loved and accepted... and we have a damn good family, one that can love her... like family should. She’s earned every right to be a part of what we have. She deserves to be a Barnes.”

Pulling back from the hug, he wiped away his tears before looking down at the box that his sister had just handed him. Opening it to reveal the piece of jewelry that he had been so familiar with, he looked up at her. “Becca, is this...?”

“Our grandmother’s ring?” She nodded. “Yeah, it is. It’s the same one that she gave mom after she got married to dad. It’s a Barnes family heirloom and Y/N deserves it. Mom’s been holding onto it for the moment you... found yourself a woman you want to marry. She told me... what better way to welcome a new Barnes into the family than with a Barnes family heirloom?”

“I can’t believe it.”

“Promise me that you won’t put this off like you’ve been doing for all these years.” She asked her brother. “Promise me that you’ll do it sooner rather than later.”

Your James smiled before giving his sister a nod. “I promise.”

It had taken Bucky ten quick minutes to get dressed for work. As he was low on time, he was a little rushed. He had apologized to you a few times for having to leave you so abruptly and that too in the presence of his mother and sister.

But you had assured him that it was fine. “I knew you were on call, James. It’s cool. I’m just glad I don’t have to spend a few hours alone until Peggy gets here. It’s nice to have some company.” You told him.

He nodded as he leaned over to kiss the top of your head. “You better take care of yourself while I’m gone, you hear me? Your meals are in the fridge. Please eat on time and take your meds on time. No moving around too much while I’m gone and no trying to do chores either. You’re here to rest, not to be my unpaid housekeeper. Understood?”

You gave him a nod as your lips curled into a pout. “Yes, Dr. Barnes.” You giggled. “I’ll be fine. You’re leaving me with Brooklyn’s best internist and PI. What’s the worst that could happen?”

He chuckled softly as he turned over to look at his mom and sister, silently pleading them both not to overwhelm you in any way. He knew that they both understood, but he could not be so sure about it. After all, he wanted to make sure that you were comfortable.

“Oh don’t you worry, James. Rebecca and I can definitely keep her entertained while you’re gone.” Winnifred reassured her son, to which he had simply rolled his eyes in a playful manner.

“Bye Ma...” He waved at his mother, and then at his sister. “Bye Becca...” He turned to you. “Goodbye, doll. I love you... all three of you.” And with that, he turned around and made his way out the door.

You felt your cheeks heat up at his words and you hid your face away from Becca’s teasing look.

“Our boy’s turned into complete mush, Ma.” The PI noted as she giggled, her arm wrapped around you as you hid your face.

“I’ve never seen him so happy.” Her mother agreed, turning over to look at you. “Steve told me just how much he loves you, Y/N. I’m so happy for him... and for you. You two really deserve each other.”

“James... is a really great guy, Winnie.” You agreed as you looked up at her. “And I have you to thank for that.”

As the hours went by, both Winnifred and Rebecca Barnes had stayed with you. They had kept you fairly occupied, talking about the one man whom you all loved. You had learned a lot more about your James that day, by just listening to them talk for hours on end about him. Both Winnie and Becca had a lot of stories to share, from his childhood to his adulthood.

You had come to learn that Bucky had been a complete nerd at school due to his photographic memory, often being picked on by the other kids for his smarts. But he had always had a backbone too, standing up to his bullies when they picked on him and when they picked on Steve. That was no surprise for you though. He had stood up for you too. While his mother had told you stories of him as a child, his sister had been the one who had shared the most embarrassing ones of all – his first crush, his first kiss, his prom date... the dirt on Bucky that his mother would not have known. All in all, you had learned a lot about his life more than you had done that morning and you could not have fallen even more in love with him than you already were.

When lunchtime rolled around, Becca had been the one to heat up your pre-prepared meal while Winnie had read through the copy of Natasha’s specific instructions that Bucky had stuck to the refrigerator and took out the right medications for you to take. But the stories never stopped. They had kept their word to Bucky and kept you more entertained that any show on Netflix could have. You had learned quite a lot about Shelbyville, Indiana, where the Barnes were originally from and their family’s estate there. They had even managed to sneak an invite for you to be there for the next Barnes family reunion. For a family that had been well settled in Brooklyn, they still kept in touch with their roots. You admired that.

Becca had left shortly after lunch though, as she had to pick up her children from pre-school and head home. Before you knew it, the sun had set and you found yourself sitting in the living room with your boyfriend’s mother, a glass of cranberry juice in your hand and a glass of wine in hers. You had talked to her about how she had managed to have a successful career as a doctor, while also raising four children of her own. You had admitted two her of your interest to someday have a family of your own as well while still continue working, something that you never would have dreamed of a week ago. But things had changed for the better.

You had to admit that this woman acted like she was more of a mother to you than your own mother, despite only having known you for a few hours. You knew where James got his charm and good heart from. It was all from his mother. Winnie had been the one to heat up your dinner, before stealing one of her son’s portions for herself. As the two of you sat down to eat at the dinner table, Peggy had arrived to take up her shift with you according to Wanda’s schedule.

“Peggy, darling, I should have called you sooner but I just got so caught up with talking to Y/N that I forgot.” Winnie apologized to her. “Go home to your husband and kid, seriously. I have no problem staying with Y/N for the night. James wouldn’t be back until the morning and I’m sure you’ve got to be at work tomorrow. Don’t worry.”

“Winnie, are you sure?” The attorney asked her. “I really don’t mind staying with Y/N.”

“Honey, I have no job and my husband’s out of town. I have no problem spending the night here with Y/N until James gets out of work. Just go!” She told her with a chuckle.

The British woman wiggled her eyebrows at you when the other was looking away before she bid you farewell. Boy, was she going to give Steve a treat for spilling the beans to Winnifred Barnes.  

You had been sitting on the couch with your feet up, pulling the blanket over your body as the sun had set and the stars had filled up the sky, little twinkling lights that reminded you of your endless night shifts with Dr. Barnes. You felt the happiest when you worked the night shifts with him, splitting take out and chatting away about the weirdest things. And now you were doing almost the same with his mother. “Thanks for being here, Ma...” You told her as you turned over to look at the woman who sat in the loveseat across from you. Your eyes were a little droopy from the exhaustion of the day despite not doing much. It seemed as though you found yourself becoming tired rather easily nowadays, thanks to the medications you were taking and the extensive process of literally re-growing an organ that you had managed to cut off and donate.

“I think it’s time you went to bed, sweetheart.” Winnie told you as she watched you let out a yawn.

You shook your head. “Maybe in a few minutes...” You told her, letting out a soft chuckle. “I haven’t been able to sleep on the bed. It feels too soft sometimes. Plus, I’m way too comfortable on this couch right now so... let me just savor that some more and then I can go to bed.”

A soft chuckle escaped the woman’s lips as your response and she stood up from her seat. “How have you been sleeping then?” She asked you as she sat down next to you on the couch, her arm wrapped gently around your shoulder.

“Well, James... usually stays up until I fall asleep. He sleeps in the guest room with me sometimes.” You replied, blushing slightly. “I think he likes to watch me sleep, to make sure I’m okay. And when he’s working nights, Nat and Wanda... snuggle up to me until I fall asleep.”  

You did not even realize how that conversation had ended. But unbeknownst to you, you had managed to fall asleep on Winnifred Barnes’ shoulder that night. Not wanting to wake you up, the woman had made herself comfortable on the couch while she laid your head on her lap, her hand gently stroking your hair while she had dozed off.

When Bucky Barnes had returned to his penthouse apartment following his excruciating night shift, the least that he would have expected was for you to be asleep in the guest bedroom with Peggy taking the couch. But what he had walked into was something much better than that. Seeing you fast asleep on his mother’s lap while she had woken up to the sound of him coming home was everything he could have wanted and more.

He tiptoed over to the living room, setting his bag down on the coffee table before sitting down on the loveseat across from his mother. “I’ve never seen her sleep so peacefully... and believe me, I would know. I’ve watched her sleep quite a few times.” He whispered, trying not to wake you up.

Winnifred Barnes laughed softly at her son before shaking her head, her hand still clutching onto yours as you slept. “Steve may have mentioned that as well. He would never leave anything out.”

“That punk...” He rolled his eyes with a chuckle. “But... uh... are you not mad at me for what I did, Ma? I should have at least told you and dad before I went ahead with my... excessive spending.”

“Oh James, you know you don’t have to apologize for that.” She shrugged it off. “You were protecting the woman you love, as you should have. If anything, it just made me so proud that... I must have done something right, raising an absolute gentleman like you.”

Bucky let out a chuckle. “Yeah... well... I wasn’t always a gentleman. I think the term that one would use to describe me was... fuck boy or man whore. I’m pretty sure it was one or the other.” He had to admit that he was ashamed of his past. He had to apologize for the way his actions had often brought shame to his parents back then. “I gave you and dad such a hard time, acting so reckless and stupid.”

“You were young... and stupid, kid. But that’s all part of growing up. You do stupid things but you eventually learn from them. We can’t hold it against you for doing what everyone else your age was doing.” Winnie told her son. “But I think your father and I both knew that you would grow up eventually and you would change. We couldn��t be more proud of you, for everything you’ve accomplished as a surgeon... and as a philanthropist.”

“I don’t think I should take credit for that, Ma.” He smiled, motioning towards you. “It was all her. She made me better.”

“And that’s why I knew that she’s the one.”

Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out the ring box that Becca had given him the day before. “Thanks for this, Ma.” He told her as he fumbled with the box for a moment, looking up at his mother with a content smile. “Thanks for everything. Thanks for being a good mom. I was lucky to have a mom like you and now I know that not many people can say that about their mothers, Y/N included.”

“The best part of being a mother was coming home to you and your sisters. Your dad and I had you before we did our residencies. When we moved to New York, we weren’t sure how we were going to manage raising you while working full time. Sarah was a big help but I always knew that I had to do my best to be a part of your life. I was not going to put my career over my children, because in the end it was your father and I who decided to have you when we had you.” She told him, a genuine smile evident on her face. “I love you, James. I always wanted you to know that, because a kid should never be deprived of a mother’s love, no matter how old he is or if he’s the best heart surgeon in New York. You’ll always be my little boy and I’m so proud of you.”

“I love you too, Ma... and I know that as she gets to know you, Y/N would love you too. She needs a good mom in her life and you’re the best mom I know.” Standing up from his seat, he walked around the coffee table to give her a kiss on the cheek. “You should probably go home and get some sleep. I’ve got her from here.”

James Barnes had a few hours to contemplate how he was going to do this. But he knew that this was exactly what his heart had desired. He was going to ask you to marry him the moment you woke up, not because he wanted to rush you into this relationship. He was not impatient, but this was not for him. He knew that Becca had been right about one thing – you needed a good family and the unconditional love that came with it. You needed a mother who would shower you with love and a father who would treat you as a human being. You had your girl friends but you also needed sisters. You needed to be a part of something more than just your little group of friends at the hospital. You needed family.

When Peggy’s parents had refused to attend her wedding to Steve, she had been quite upset. When he had asked Steve why their absence was such a big deal, Steve had explained to his promiscuous self that marriage was more than just two people coming together. It was about two families coming together as one. But you did not have a family of your own, so he might as well make you a part of his.

Bucky, although claimed to be lacking in the romantic department, had certainly proved that he was capable of pulling off some elaborate proposal if he wanted to. He could certainly afford it and a woman like you deserved to get engaged in style. But if he knew one thing about the woman he loved, it was that Y/N Y/L/N lived a rather simple life. She did not care for the riches, but for the thought that went behind every single thing he would do for her. You would want a simple yet genuine proposal from him, so that was exactly what he was going to give you.

“I loved hanging out with your mom and sister. I got a lot of dirt about you and your rebellious years. You’ve lived quite the life, Dr. Barnes.” You told your boyfriend as you made your way towards the kitchen once you had showered and gotten dressed. A look of confusion had plastered across to your face as the aroma of fresh pastry lingered up to your nostrils, much to the contrast of the usual morning oatmeal topped with fresh berries that you had been so used to. “James?”

“I was thinking... that after four whole days of oatmeal for breakfast, you might want something a little bit more indulging.” He chuckled softly as he set a plate of Cannoli’s on the kitchen island. “I ordered it from the little bakery down the street. They’re my favorite cheat meal.”

“Cannoli’s?” You asked, your eyebrow raised as you sat down on the chair. “What’s the occasion?”

“It was the closest thing I could find to a Venetian feast at such short notice.” He replied with a shrug as he walked around the kitchen island to kiss you softly.

“Why a Venetian feast?” You asked him as you picked up one of the pastry rolls and took a bite, letting the chocolate-y mascarpone filling give life to your partially dead taste buds.

Your James took a step back from you for a moment, taking your free hand in his as he bit down on his bottom lip. If he was going to do this, he was going to do this right now, because he did not want to put this off like he had put off confessing his love to you for years. He was not going to keep you waiting on him any longer that he had already done. “As our good friend William Shakespeare once wrote... You see me, Lady Y/L/N, where I stand... Such I am. Though for myself alone... I would not be ambitious in my wish... To wish myself much better, yet for you... I would be trebled twenty times myself- A thousand times more fair, ten thousand times more rich- That only to stand high in your account.”

Your eyes glazed over as you realized what he was saying. It was Portia’s monologue to Bassanio before she gave him her ring as a symbol of her love and commitment to him in The Merchant of Venice. The only difference though, was that he had changed the pronouns. “James.”

“Happy in this- he is not yet so old... but he may learn. Happier than this- he is not bred so dull but he can learn. Happiest of all is that his gentle spirit... commits itself to yours to be directed... as from his lady, his governor, his queen. Myself and what is mine to you and yours... Is now converted.” Bucky was in tears as he pulled out the little black ring box from his pocket and held up to you, dropping to his knee as he showed you the ring. His heart was beating right out of his chest, but for once he felt truly alive. His heart was no longer stone cold or dead. Yes, you had thawed him out completely. “I give them with this ring.”

You looked down at the vintage diamond ring that he had been holding. “James...” You crouched down to grab his face, his hair getting entangled with your fingers as you wiped away his tears with both of your thumbs.

“I’ve lived a life so different from yours, Y/N. I had all the money in the world and a loving family. I want what was mine to be yours too.” He sniffled. “I want you to have a family. I want you to be a part of mine. I want you to be a Barnes, if you would accept my proposal.”

Your voice was trembling and you were unable to speak. You nodded your head quickly as you continued to cry, your hands not leaving his face. Your eyes darted down to the ring that he had been holding and you nodded once more. Removing your hands from his cheeks, you held out the palm of your left hand towards him.

Bucky grinned widely as he wiped away his tears, retrieving the ring from its box to gently slide it onto your ring finger. “You don’t have to marry me right away. It can be tomorrow morning or ten years from now, I don’t care. You don’t have to have a custom made dress and flower arrangements. A courthouse wedding with a judge and two witnesses is more than enough for me, as long as it’s you that I’m marrying.”

“I think I have a better idea, Dr. Barnes.” You told him as you took both of his hands in yours. “How about we get married on Valentine’s Day? In your hometown of Shelbyville, Indiana... at your family’s estate, surrounded by your family and all of our friends. Steve would be your best man. Sam, Clint, your other friends and your brother-in-law would be your remaining groomsmen. Natasha would be my maid of honor and she’ll help me plan the wedding, from the color scheme to the flower arrangements and picking out a dress. Your three sisters, Peggy, Wanda would be my bridesmaids. Sarah and your little niece would be flower girls, your nephew the ring bearer and... the Chief’s ordained so he can marry us. Your parents will be sitting front row... and Matthew can walk me down the aisle.”

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Fun Fact that no one  asked for:

If we use a bird analogy (  because,  why wouldn’t we ? ),  Harold is like a crow.  He decides he likes someone  &  one of the ways he shows it is he gives gifts  &  he often does so “ mysteriously ”.  He gifts you with things that you didn’t even ask for,  he remembers things that you said you liked that one time a year ago.  He also does things for  you,  but we’re talkin about the gift giving.

So,  If Harold Finch likes you in any capacity,  Be Prepared to receive random mysterious gifts with vague messages on them.

#I DID SENSE MY PRIVACY BEING INVADED. ( headcanons ) #KNOWING THE ANSWER HAS COST ME SOMETHING I VALUE MORE THAN MY OWN LIFE. ( character study ) #harold finch's love language is gift giving & acts of service u can't change my mind #remember when harold gifted john with AN ENTIRE FURNISHED APARTMENT #& how he always ensures that Grace has work despite the fact that she's illustrating traditionally which is an art that's 'dying' #& he does this from a distance ofc #& how Harold remembered Shaw's favorite sandwich exactly how she liked it & exactly which FOOD TRUCK it was from #& how Harold got Root things for the little bedroom she made in the subway #& how she asked him to get her bunny slippers & black nail polish & he was like 'yes ofc no problem i gotchu' #anyway harold finch is so fucking cute & i love him bye

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PERSONAL BLOGS,  PLEASE DO NOT REBLOG !!

I've learned some interesting things  about Harold these last few months,  things regarding INTIMACY that I'd really like to share / write down.  This piece of him has gone through quite a lot  of METAMORPHOSIS since I started writing him 4 years ago  &  there's a lot  of ways I portrayed it in the past that honestly make me CRINGE a little now tbh.  Harold is grey-aro-ace ( greyasexual  &  greyromantic )  &  admittedly,  when I started,  there were a lot  of things I DIDN’T KNOW,  a lot of things I didn’t look deep enough into until someone smacked me in the face to do so ( which I am IMMENSELY grateful for,  especially since it helped me discover that these identities apply to myself as well  ).  SO,  this is hopefully the last rendition  &  this part of Harold will be written the way I feel it should be.  This ALSO includes some amendments  to the details about Harold’s scars (  which will also be UPDATED in his bio )  &  how he feels about them.  I might also add scar details to the post I made about his injuries.

I'm putting it under a READ MORE so that those who are interested can read,  but those who aren't  can easily scroll past.  

      Some of this is NSFW so please  proceed with caution.

When it comes to PHYSICAL INTIMACY,  Harold does most things slowly,    but very thoroughly.  Kisses,  for example,  are slow,  achingly sweet  but VERY THOROUGH  &  intense.  He's curious,  responsive,  explorative,  he likes to savor  the experience  &  he's not one for rushing or being in a hurry.  He's initially inclined toward LEADING,  especially  because if he's kissing anybody,  he's confident in his desire to do so ( while also assuming he's receiving positive signs from his partner ).  Not to say he wouldn't  let his partner lead,  if that's what they wanted  &  there's enough trust there ( he's gotta trust A LOT for any kissing to happen anyway ),  he would ABSOLUTELY follow if his partner really wanted  to do that,  assuming he’d be comfortable with where things are going.

Harold’s scars from the FERRY INCIDENT  &  from surgery related to that incident,  he has ... complicated  feelings about them.  It'll take him a LONG time to allow anyone  to even TOUCH some of them so,  he'll likely want his partner to avoid  touching certain places.  

The surgical scar that begins at the back of Harold’s neck is kind of unavoidable so,  that would be THE FIRST he’d allow a partner to touch.  That scar,  however,  is a long one  that extends past his shoulder blades  &  down to his lower back.  Touching any further down from his neck leaves him with a VERY uncomfortable  &  complicated twisting feeling in his gut  &—–he’d just rather you Didn’t.  Just bellow the base of his skull  &  the base of his spine are impact scars,  his original injuries.  Harold also has a surgical scar at his hip,  which was an attempt to somewhat  alleviate his sciatic nerve pain (  which is the only surgery  he ever even considered that revolved around alleviating pain ) but ... due to rather EXTREME circumstances that occurred within the episode RAM where he was forced  to walk before healing entirely,  it was rendered mostly useless.

A large portion of his POSITIVE VERBAL RESPONSES tends to be shaky breathing,  quiet gasps ( that eventually  turn into something more ragged  & shaky ),  at first.  Harold's not exactly  super outwardly expressive generally so he's not overly loud.  The MOST that comes out are cut off groans,  quiet whines,  hissing through clenched teeth,  &  some exclamations.  He's NOT one to swear,  even during intensely intimate moments—–literally the closest he comes to swearing is exclamations like "oh goodness" ,  "oh god," ,  saying his partners name along with some light praise or sometimes exaggerated playful accusations,  but that's about the extent of it ( & a lot of it he tries to stifle,  to minimize,  out of habit tbh ).  

While there’s a good chunk  of the fandom that believes Harold ACTUALLY swears,  I don’t think so  &  y’all can pry this headcanon out of my cold,  dead hands because it is one of my absolute favorites.

#I DID SENSE MY PRIVACY BEING INVADED. ( headcanons ) #NSFW. ( not safe for work ) #( I'm honestly super proud of these headcanons given where things initially started so !!! )

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Being Roommates with Bakugou

[bakugou x fem!reader]

SFW

The end of the school year was approaching, and camping was one of the school’s yearly traditions. Camping involved students ‘living’ with assigned partners for a whole week. Attendance was mandatory, which meant that everybody had to go.

Class 1-A had an uneven number of students, which meant that one group had to consist of three students. Initially, [Name] was assigned with Tsuyu but she was unable to attend due to sudden health issues, resulting in [Name] having to join another group.

Coincidentally, Bakugou’s partner Tokoyami had also fallen sick. Although it was definitely weird having a girl join a boys to live with, she was assigned to be Bakugou’s partner. 

[non-relationship headcanons]

no offence but bakugou was  d i s g u s t e d

he had never slept in the same room with somebody of the opposite gender (except his mom)

he blatantly even begged to switch partners to aizawa when [name] was right next to him

when they both arrived to the room the two would be staying in, he established rules and an imaginary border separating the room in half

“don’t invade my territory and i won’t invade yours”

he was always quiet and never had anybody over

he kept his stuff organized and was pretty clean and neat

he’d either be outside training his quirk, hanging out with kirishima or sleeping

yes, he always went to bed at around 8:30 pm

he always let [name] use the bathroom first but acted as if he didn’t know or care

he sometimes woke up at around 2:00 am because he sensed [name] awake, but he still acted as if he was sleeping (he’d be lying if he said he didn’t care)

“OI, GO TO BED EARLIER!!”

he respected [name]’s privacy a lot

when [name] would be walking back to the room after whatever activity, he would always silently walk a few meters behind her

[relationship headcanons]

aizawa trusted bakugou wouldn’t do anything inappropriate with you

though he looked as if he didn’t care, he was super happy

a lot of the students would tease him since [name] is his girlfriend

in the room, he’d turn into a whole different person; a softie– which only [name] was allowed to see

he wasn’t clingy so he gave [name] space

when both of them were bored, bakugou would take her out on walks

he preferred being in the room with [name] instead of outside with the rest

if [name] was doing something that required light in the room (at night), he’d go to sleep without complaining

if [name] wasn’t sleeping when it was late, he’d get concerned

“oi [name], go to sleep”

some nights when [name] fell asleep earlier, he’d turn around to face her across the room and watch [name] sleep peacefully

he was sometimes tempted to just go over to [name]’s bed and cuddle but he had good control over his hormones

he’d get super annoyed whenever his classmates would ask him if he did anything dirty with her

#bnha #mha #bnha bakugou #bnha katsuki #bnha x reader #bnha x fem!reader #BNHA Headcanons #bnha imagines #bnha one shot #mha bakugou #mha katsuki #katsuki bakugou #bakugou #Katsuki Bakugō #bakugou x reader #katsuki x reader #kacchan #bnha kacchan

[the-sparrow-sings]

TIMELINE FOR MY SPARROW’S HEADCANON

I want to write a LONG fic series about her life going into the Hero of Brightwall’s life; but I do not have the time/energy to commit to that right now, so here’s a vague timeline since I REALLY want to talk about it anyway lol

Pre-Game

• Her parents were infamous Pirates, Rayven(her father, Hero blood), and Catarina

• Reaver knew them as friends before the girls were born; even held Rose once as a baby(somewhat uncomfortably)

• They were forced by foul weather to dock near Bowerstone some time after Sparrow was born; Rayven was captured and hanged, Catarina escaped momentarily with the girls

• Catarina hands baby Sparrow(around 1 year old) to Rose and tells her to RUN, and SURVIVE; she is then captured; but no one is looking for the children so little Rose escapes with Baby Sparrow

Post-Childhood, Pre-Main Game

• Teresa has a hard and fast rule that Sparrow is not to leave the valley, and specifically not to go to Bowerstone. She is concerned that Sparrow will have her parents’ natural desire for adventure and sign onto a crew for a life of piracy

• Upon reaching Adulthood, Sparrow is frustrated by Teresa assuming she still makes the rules for her; and she sneaks off to visit Bowerstone for the first time since her childhood

• She spends the day/night having a gloriously rowdy time with a man she only knows as Captain/The Captain(Spoiler Alert, it’s Reaver) and she fully intends to join his crew

• He has no idea who she is, though he is immediately reminded of his old friends; and unknowingly recounts tails of her parents adventures to her. He is more than a little astonished that someone drew out the urge to discuss something other than himself

• They spend the night together above Bowerstone’s bar; waking up at the crack of dawn to Teresa standing in front of the bed

• She all but drags Sparrow home with her, leaving Reaver both disappointed and a bit relieved; he was not sure he liked that she stirred up something in him

During The Game

• Sparrow is a Rowdy Girl with a love of fine women, dangerous men, and banditry. She loves the rough&tumble bandit lifestyle, but is good hearted enough that she tends to change towns for the better; this is why she loves Bloodstone, it’s a hard town that never changes

• Feels pressured to marry Alex, and feigns happiness for his sake; trying her best to be busy with quests to avoid being near him

• The Spire all but wipes out her formally sweet nature; seeing her adopt a much darker world view; this is where she transitions to pure evil, and becomes much more direct with her wishes and underhanded with her plots

• At first, she flat out refuses to see Alex after The Spire; she doesn’t see the point of it, and figures if he had any good sense he’d have moved on, since she was never in love with him in the first place

• When Alex eventually catches up with her, she attempts to let him down very concisely, but his entitled behavior toward “his wife” ends with a knife in his gut, and a disgusted sneer on Sparrow’s face

• She recognizes Reaver right away, though she has changed too much for him to recognize her. Her heart aches for the innocent young woman she was when she last saw him

• He puts the pieces together of who she is when he first fights by her side; reminded of fighting alongside her Hero father

• The pair share a moment in that cave, seeming to begin something before the collapsing rocks urge them to keep running

End Game/Post Game, Pre Fable 3

• Reaver steals her kill from her, and she is devastated; her sad state only compounded when Hammer reacts harshly to her desire to bring back her own loved ones

• At the end of things, she finds herself alone again, Rose off who-knows-where, her dog her only companion

• Having grown up in exceeding poverty, she spends her time and her gold buying up property left and right, putting former greedy landlords to death

• On a whim she purchases Reaver’s home, keeping it clear of squatters for him

• She finds his first journal entry, and promptly seals them all away in a locked box, not wishing to invade his privacy

• By the time Reaver returns, Sparrow is Queen; and he is more than thrilled when he sees her summons, an elegantly tied scroll left on his bed; concise in her own handwriting, “Captain, I expect a visit when you return, I’m sure you don’t need my address; Sparrow”

• Now, Reaver is both intrigued and mildly frightened

• He enjoys the prospect of having a shag with the queen (and, though he won’t admit it, he has missed more than her body); but he knows she was...a bit cross with him for leaving so suddenly after that business with Lucien was sorted out

• He is concerned that she may kill him/have him put to death, but ultimately decides that the potential rewards far outweigh the risks (with a healthy dose of understanding that it could prove unwise to ignore a direct summons from the Queen)

• On first glance, Queen Sparrow is hardly the girl he remembers from the tavern, or even the shoot-first-talk-later hero who sauntered into Bloodstone a year ago

• Her rise to power coupled with her emotional isolation have left her bitter; a fair yet harsh ruler. She was loved by many for her low rent prices and the protection she offered; but she kept the nobility on a very short leash, and had little patience for those who would waste her time

• That said, she did seem to be focused on keeping up appearances; at least, Reaver could scarcely believe all the exquisite finery and pompous ceremony was her doing

• Had he not been so gifted with perception, Reaver would have failed to pick up on the tiny cracks in her collected facade upon their public meeting

• She declared him her newest advisor, citing his heroic blood, worldly knowledge, and instrumental role in Lucien’s downfall as credentials enough

• When she received him in her private chambers however, the public mask of Royalty slipped away as she all but pounced him

• After a while, Reaver playfully tosses around the idea of them having a true public relationship; and Sparrow turns him down flat; refusing to make a toy of her heart

• Reaver does not quite understand why he feels disappointed; after all, he’s got a position of High Power in Albion now, and he gets to warm the Hero Queen’s bed with very few strings attached...he should be thrilled

• Eventually, Sparrow faces pressure (both domestic and foreign) to marry

• Reaver offers his “services”, talking of what a good king he would make, but Sparrow refuses on the grounds that his former life of piracy did not amuse every foreign power, and making him king could potentially amount to a declaration of war

• She marries some nobody from the aristocracy; the relationship, as well as the king’s power, being little more than an elaborate puppet show

• Reaver absolutely loathes the king; “Sparrow only has room for one pompous, arrogant, bastard in her life; and it sure as hell isn’t this spindly Lordling”

• The marriage certainly complicates Sparrow and Reaver’s cladenstine appointments; and his unexpected negative feelings almost push him to leave Sparrow’s Court

• Until she comes to his quarters one night, looking frantic and desperate; like she had been pacing around and pulling at her hair

• The king has demanded children, and old Albion Royal Law/Tradition demands she comply; Sparrow however, absolutely refuses to birth that man’s weak and “noble” offspring

• She asks Reaver to give her a child in secret; she assures him that he will have absolutely no fatherly obligations; but if she must bare children(which she knew from her vision of the future was inevitable) she wanted them to be strong with the blood of heroes

• Eventually, Reaver accepts, and Sparrow is sure that the child inside her is his

• Reaver does his best to avoid spending time with her, he has spent centuries avoiding these connections for a reason, after all

• But he can’t shake the hate in his heart each time he sees the king look so prideful of his impending heir

• The Baby is born with a thick tuff of black hair, and thankfully, is Sparrow’s spitting image as he grows

• Reaver does his best to avoid Logan, truly stepping in for the first time when the boy comes up missing

• Sparrow puts together the ransom at once, not willing to risk her child’s life with her usual bravado

• At the same time, Reaver uses his underworld connections to easily sniff out the kidnappers; going in secret to collect the boy before Sparrow even has a chance to leave the castle

• Reaver holds his son for the first time as he ends the lives of the scum who took him with a vengeance

• From that point on, Reaver is focused on watching over the boy; if from a distance

• He becomes prone to undermining the king when he is trying to teach some bullshit Strict Lesson to young Logan; cutting the king down with remarks of how Reaver has SEEN tactics like his in action...and they never bode well

• Reaver does not truly admit to himself his fatherly feelings however, until Sparrow accidentally becomes pregnant

• A little girl with beautiful brunette curls, who stares back at him with his own eyes; when he holds her for the first time, she squeezes his finger tight, and he knows he would move the earth for this child

• Princess Ophelia is a happy girl, running around the castle with very few unpleasantries like “rules” or “structure”, thanks to her intimidating “Uncle” Reaver pushing around the king and anyone else who would dare stifle her

• The King however, does not take kindly to Reaver’s increased intrusion on “his” family; becoming obsessively strict with the children each chance he gets

• Reaver doubles down on his mischief, often making a point to whisk the children away to festivals and other fun outings

• He is overcome with pride when little Ophelia proves to be a crack shot at the carnival’s various shooting games

• Once, a tiny Ophelia ran to him crying because she wished Reaver was her father instead of the king

• Sparrow has to intervene more than once when Reaver decides he wants to outright murder the king

• The king tries to put his foot down with Sparrow; demanding that Reaver be removed from Court and sent away

• Sparrow laughs at him, before recounting the tail of her first husband; and reminds him of the very strict limits to his own power

The Death of Sparrow

• Some time after Logan reaches his teenage years, the Queen is mysteriously assailed by a sudden and dire illness

• In my personal timeline-The Sickness is actually a curse laid on her by Teresa for refusing to follow her directive any longer; but this isn’t revealed until my Post-Fable 3 Plotline

• Reaver sits by Sparrow’s bed as she lay dying- truly and wholly distraught for the first time in centuries

• She grips his hand suddenly, with all the feeble strength she can muster, and the look in her eye tells him that the time he has dreaded is upon them

• She begs-orders him to watch over their children

• He pulls her into his arms. “Sparrow, I need you to know, I love-”

• “No,” she hisses, faint as a breath. “You don’t.”

• He is devastated by her final words. For the first time in perhaps centuries, he has decided to open his heart and admit those words...and she didn’t believe him...and now it’s too late to prove it

• He spends much of his time in the days following her death obscenely intoxicated-more than usual, trying to wipe away the regret he feels for not making her feel loved while she was alive

• Reaver comes to her balcony often, to look out over Albion in the cool night air-and consider hopefully-perhaps foolishly- that the wind ghosting his hair against his cheek is more than just an act of nature

• One night, he arrives to find the king standing in his usual spot; and perhaps it is his own melancholy that moves him-but he actually believes the king has come to mourn

• Until he speaks to him of course. The king is only in the room to decide how he wishes to redecorate it for when he takes a new wife to be queen

• Reaver is enraged by how casually the king speaks; how quickly he thinks to replace Sparrow. His mind fills with the image of some power hungry political climber marrying this idiot for the crown

• Reaver was no stranger to political intrigue. How often did new royals arrange for the tragic deaths of their stepchildren, so that their own children might have a better chance of inheriting the crown? Reaver could not take that chance

• One bullet, ringing off into the night, was all it took to send the King’s corpse crumpling unceremoniously to the ground

• Eventually, Reaver is captured, and Walter(as chief among Sparrow’s advisors) personally orders(and intends to carry out) his execution; however he is stopped by the arrival of the young-now king-Logan

• Ignoring everyone, Logan crouches down to where the guards have forced Reaver to kneel, and simply tells Reaver that he knows, before ordering everyone to leave them in private

• As it turns out, Logan had taken the task of sorting through his late-mother’s things when he stumbled upon Reaver’s journals-and an entry that makes note of his feelings for her

• Following that discovery, Logan had done diligent research and digging; and had come to the conclusion that he and his sister were almost definitely the result of Reaver’s long term affair with their mother

• He demands Reaver tell him everything, and surprisingly, Reaver does. He comes clean about it all-everything from the Court of Shadows to Sparrow’s dying wish

• This is why Logan trusts Reaver to remain his advisor

• The secret of their parontage is kept from Ophelia however. After all, it was a secret for a reason, and she was so young at the time that she could hardly be counted on to protect such a secret; she doesn’t learn Reaver is her father until breaking into his home in search of information

• No longer in danger of execution, Reaver feels he has no choice but to down a bottle or two of fine wine, and write to his former companions of Sparrow’s death

• He keeps it very short. He wasn’t their friend-he wasn’t even on good terms with them

• “She’s Gone; R.” Is all the letters say, and they think him callous and uncaring for it; but they cannot see the waste bin of crumpled papers where his writing had been shaky in his grief or the tears stained the pages

OKAY THAT’S WHERE I AM GOING TO STOP BECAUSE BEYOND THAT WE START REACHING INTO FABLE 3 TERRIROTY, THANK YOU VERY MUCH FOR READING THIS

#fable 2 #fable ii #fable reaver #mypost #my timeline #sparrow x reaver #longpost #long post #spreaver #reaver x sparrow #fable 2 reaver #fable #fable 2 sparrow

[impassiveesper]

[ On auras, and spirits, the ways in which espers see/interact with the world, and a much babier Shigeo ]

Shigeo awakened as an esper at an extremely young age and so he had an awareness of auras and spirits long before he was able to use his powers reliably.  It’s possible he could even see them before he had begun to manipulate the material world in ways his parents would notice. In other words he was sayin’ weird shit before anybody clocked him as a psychic.

As a very young child Shigeo had a habit of describing people using colors, emotions, or otherwise indicating the behavior of their aura instead of their physical features. It made sense to him, after all. A persons aura is probably the most obvious thing about them at first glance. As you might expect, young Shigeo had his fair share of frustration and tantrums regarding differences in perception—adults consistently asking him to use more correct words or to stop being silly while he petulantly stamped his feet insisted upon what to him was obvious.

[ On Auras ]

Auras are highly individual. Qualities like color, behavior, and intensity will vary from person to person and shift along with their mood. Every living thing has an aura, and so do spirits of the dead and the occasional haunted inanimate object. Broadly speaking, it is usually fairly easy to distinguish broad categories of things from one another based on aura, and seasoned espers will be able to identify types of spirits and people from long distances based solely on their aura.

The auras of espers are relatively easy to distinguish from non-espers due to an esper’s heightened power and control over their own aura. Non-espers and people with low psychic potential tend to have much smaller, vaguer auras and they have almost no conscious control over its behavior. Espers have varying levels of control over their own auras and most are able to spread / recede their own in order to gather information about what’s nearby or blend in with the crowd. An esper who is using a psychic ability sticks out like a sore thumb.

There is a certain etiquette surrounding auras as well.  Generally speaking it’s pretty impolite to have your aura all up in somebody else’s business, even between espers who are friendly with one another. If you clock what feels like your friend across town, you might send a shy little tendril of energy over there to politely announce that you’ve noticed them. You might even do this little poke more than once if you’re feeling persistent and want their attention, but for you to have your aura up that person’s ass in any meaningful quantity all day feels both annoying and vaguely threatening. Like, what are you being so nosy for? You’re invading my privacy. Am I in danger of attack from you? Mind your business.

The one exception to that rule might be moments of intimacy, opening up to somebody, or any other moment where privacy is explicitly going out the window. It’s pretty exclusive to people you’re right next to and people you have a lot of trust with.  If you’re already up in somebody’s business and you’re already friendly with them, your auras are gonna do a certain amount of touching and sliding around one another anyway, that’s completely natural among close friends and loved ones. If you’re with a stranger or new person you reel that shit in as close you possibly can and make contact only politely.

[ On Spirits and Spirituality ]

Leaving your body is a very depersonalizing experience that can cause you to lose your sense of self and forget what it was your goals were. For this reason, it’s a particularly dangerous thing for an esper to do and something many don’t bother learning/trying to do.  This same rule also applies to spirits who have died and who have no body to return to.  It takes a particular amount of power and hard work for spirits of the deceased to keep remembering who they were in life, and many don’t have the means or the will to keep that up for long. Typically spirits end up forgetting the details of their lives more and more over time until all that remains is whatever their core motivation keeping them on Earth is.  Many spirits don’t even know their own names and instead take on new names.

To an outside observer Shigeo appears to be religious at best and kind of weird at worst.  Having no other espers to teach him in his early childhood, Shigeo did not always know how to tell the difference between spirits and living things. Most of what Shigeo knows about spirits and the world he sees comes from having pieced it together himself.  He grew up treating spirits the same as he might treat a living person for most of his early life, often not realizing that he wasn’t dealing with a living person.  

Generally speaking Shigeo treats most spirits he runs into with respect, often bowing to them like people and talking with them even if they don’t answer him. Shigeo also tends to carry little things--food, flowers, trinkets, etc--so that he is always able to to leave an offering, especially for spirits he sees often or who seem bound to one place. At the risk of seeming a little rude or a little strange, Shigeo might forego traditions when he feels he knows what a spirit is like or what it wants. Some of his offerings may seem unusual to onlookers and he may temporarily ignore memorial tablets that are unoccupied to prioritize one that actually has a spirit attached.

Having seen spirits haunting homes, buildings, objects, etc since he was tiny, he doesn’t find it strange to see spirits in places that living people think of as safe or private, and he doesn’t feel particularly uncomfortable with their presence in those spaces even if the space is his own. As long as a spirit seems peaceful, he doesn’t really mind them watching him and doesn’t really concern himself too much with what they’re up to. Of course, Shigeo learned pretty early in life that if somebody is haunting a bedroom or something a relative picked up at the thrift store, it’s better to either exorcise the spirit or never mention it to family. Most spirits avoid espers, so things are pretty peaceful at home, but the Kageyama household had many sleepless nights over this sort of thing around a decade ago.

Finally, I tend to think that espers have a variety of opinions on spirits, and Shigeo is on the very radical end of accommodating for them.  Most espers insist upon more boundaries for spirits and will perform more exorcisms without any particular interest in what a spirit is like or what it wants. They don’t belong on earth, after all. That’s the opinion of most, and objectively speaking there is no clear right or wrong way of behaving when it comes to dealing with spirits. It tends to come down to personal opinion. I’ve honestly always hc’d that Shigeo has very good relationships with certain location-bound spirits who absolutely fucking hate Teruki, and Teruki is shocked to watch Shigeo bow and leave things for what he considered to be highly hostile spirits. After becoming friends with Shigeo, Teruki ended up watching and slowly adopting a lot of his manners surrounding spirits and ultimately saw better results with ones who weren’t hostile.

There’s probably other stuff but I can’t think of any more right now. If you have questions about headcanons pls ask I have headcanons for days.

Edit for related bonus addendum

#[Worldbuilding] #[Headcanon] #[ooc] #infodump; nobody asked but here u go #long post

[geewithluv]

◁ comforting each other ▷

Ｐａｉｒｉｎｇ：Maknae Line X Fem!OC

Ｇｅｎｒｅ： angst and fluff

Ｗａｒｎｉｎｇｓ：crying, anxiety, mention of parental death (takes place in the past), hate comments, references the Jungkook tattoo and tattoo shop incident.

Ｒａｔｉｎｇ：PG

Ｗｏｒｄ Ｃｏｕｎｔ：1.7

Ａ／Ｎ： «this belongs in my headcanon universe and you can read the other parts in the masterlist, the description of the characters is [here] so you get a summary of who they are. (hyung line version here) also Jimin’s is short compared to the other’s, sorry! »

ｍａｓｔｅｒｌｉｓｔ

ｊｉｍｉｎ

Everyone knew Jimin was head over heels in love with Harlow. It was pretty obvious and it was only a matter of time that it got a little too obvious and the public found out.

It was a no-brainer that Jimin and Harlow were going to be together for a very long time.

 At least it seemed like a no-brainer. Harlow didn’t mean to overhear a conversation between a couple of the makeup artists and she definitely didn’t mean to freeze in her spot long enough to hear them say everything they thought about her and Jimin. And most of all, she didn’t mean to spend so much time in a bathroom crying that Jimin busted in looking for her.

 So now, they were in the bathroom right after Jimin’s performance, holding each other as Harlow cried. She wasn’t quite ready to talk and Jimin, though understanding, was becoming a bit impatient due to his worry. “You’ve gotta tell me what happened so I can fix it, baby.” He tried to coax her into talking. One more loud sob made Jimin think it was a hopeless attempt but soon she started explaining.

 “Some of the girls were talking.” She said. Jimin knew who she meant immediately, it wasn’t like there were many women on the staff and Harlow didn’t know many well enough to refer to them outside honorifics. “They were saying we shouldn’t be together.”

 “Why would they say such a stupid thing!” Jimin’s eyes widened. He had known quite a few of the makeup and hair crew for a while and wouldn’t think they’d doubt his relationship like that.

“They said you don’t love me.” She muttered, trying not to start crying again.

 “You know that’s not true right.” His body stiffened. Harlow doesn’t respond. “Look at me.” He demanded. Her gaze quickly found his. “I love you so much.” He said as seriously as he could without becoming angered. “Anyone who thinks otherwise isn’t worth the energy it takes to hear their opinion.” Harlow nodded, rubbing her nose. “Now, let’s go where those dumbasses aren’t anywhere in sight. We can order some food and cuddle, how does that sound?” He asked.

 “Sounds great.” Harlow smiled. Jimin pulled her into a tight hug.

 “I’ll take care of them later, alright? For now, just know that I love you more than anything, baby.”

ｔａｅｈｙｕｎｇ

Taehyung had wondered, on more than one occasion, if he could shut twitter down. Of course he knew it’d take a lot of planning and money. But he’d do it if he could. Maybe just the trending page. That’d be a good start.

 Between the hate tweets from those who couldn’t name a BTS song, the hate tweets from those who liked the other 6 members better, and the hate tweets from those who only liked him and resorted to being hateful to his best friends, Taehyung felt so surrounded by negativity.

 As much as he knew, and told himself, that he was just going through a rough time and was having difficulty seeing anything but the positive, that didn’t make it easier. He knew that his life was good. He was safe and secure, loved by so many, good friends and family. He knew all was well. Which is why he hid the feeling for so long. He didn’t want to seem selfish.

 The boys noticed, of course they did, how could they not. It was only a matter of time before Bang PD noticed or was informed. They didn’t say anything, not yet at least. They hoped he was working on it. He knew he had a couple days to get it together before they confronted him.

 He didn’t need it though, because Claire noticed and confronted him immediately. “Tell me what’s wrong.” She said as they ate dinner. Taehyung looked up at her a little confused.

 “What?”

 “Something’s wrong. Don’t pretend everything is fine when I can tell it’s not. I don’t want to argue about it, so just tell me so we can work through it.” She set her fork down. To most people she might have seemed a little harsh, maybe pushy. But Taehyung admired her blunt “straight-to-the-point” nature.

 “Social media is kinda getting to me.” Taehyng ran his fingers through his growing hair, a little annoyed as the longer length had recently become a target for the hate. “It’s just a weird moment. Maybe the planets are doing that thing again. Retrograde?” He suggested an explanation. 

 “Have you talked to the guys? They’ve all gone through something similar, right?”

 “Yeah…” He sighed. “I haven’t talked to them, yet.” He felt kinda bad saying it outloud.

 “You don’t want to worry them, I know.” She explained. “But you need to tell someone. You can’t keep it all inside, insisting it’ll be okay and blow over eventually.”

 “I know,” Taehyung grabbed Claire’s hand from across the dinner table, “I’ll talk to someone. I promise.”

 “My dad never recovered. It’s been almost 20 years and he’s never gotten over it. My mother’s parent’s hardly talk to me because I remind them of her. Everyone tried to help her, but in the end no one else’s help mattered but her own.” Her eyes watered as she held his hand tighter. “I know you think I’m overreacting. That I’m taking it too far. But I’m worried about what happens if I don’t.” She kissed his knuckles softly. “Do what my mother didn’t do for herself, Tae. Before the storm gets too loud.”

 It was as open as she had been regarding her mother’s death. And in a weird way, Taehyung found a sense of comfort in her tears. Her tears and worry for him reminded him of how much love people feel for him. “I’ll call Bang first thing in the morning.”

 “You should call him now an--”

 “Stay the night.” He interrupted. “Stay the night and make sure I do. I won’t even leave the bed before calling.” He compromised. Claire nodded. “I love you, I’m not going anywhere, baby.” He reached over to kiss her lips.

 ｊｕｎｇｋｏｏｋ

Finally, Jungkook did something for himself. He had spent nearly a decade having to worry about every decision he made and how fans and press would react. Finally he did something for him. On the month long break he got tattoos. Something he wanted for so long, he finally did it. He was expecting some backlash from it. He knew some people would be upset but he wasn’t quite expecting some other headlines. First, were the CCTV photos and people thinking he was dating the woman next to him.

 Jungkook was upset, upset that his privacy had been invaded, upset that his friend had been dragged into it, and upset that his actual girlfriend couldn’t say anything about it. He apologized profusely to both women, more to Emmie of course.

 Second, a woman he thought he was friends with, a woman he let tattoo him, decided to take to social media. BigHit said to let them take care of it. Jungkook trusted them of course but there’s only so much you can do to silence someone. And unfortunately, this woman was out for him.

 “Jungkook does have a girlfriend, but it’s not me :)” was a caption on an instagram post. Jungkook felt his world collapse when he read it. He hoped, for a moment, that people wouldn’t believe it. He hoped that he could continue living a life with Emmie separate from the fame. But all hopes were crushed when she posted a photo of Emmie and Jungkook together. No way to say it was photoshopped, some people recognized Emmie since she designed for them a couple times. This was all wrong, everything was going wrong. He was supposed to reveal it on his own terms, or never. Never seemed like a better option after the initial reaction from fans. 

 Emmie turned comments off as soon as she found out, she would’ve gone private had she not been a verified account. She told her assistant to hold any calls for the next 48 hours as she would be turning her phone off. Her assistant understood but not Emmie had to worry if she would still have a showcase in a week. She wondered if her business would go under. She worried if Jungkook would leave her.

 They sat in silence at the Bangtan dorms. Too stunned to talk to each other or anyone else. The guys gave them some space. Only getting updated that the news was confirmed by BigHit and now they wait till it blows over.

 Emmie cried first. Both tried so hard to hold it together for the other. But she broke first. Jungkook shortly after. As soon as he heard the sob he lunged to wrap his arms around her. “Why can’t we just be a normal couple.” She cried into his chest, marinating his breaking heart with her tears. 

 “I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry. I never wanted to hurt you. I’m so sorry.” He kept repeating. Holding her as if he was afraid she’d disappear if he didn’t.

 “It’s not fair, Jungkook!” She yelled, not at him but the situation. She broke free from his grasp. 

 “Emmie, Emmie don’t--” He started worrying without her in his arms.

 “Why won’t they let me love you! Let you love me! I’m just supposed to be the most hated woman in Korea, maybe even the world right now, cause I fell in love!”

 “I’m sorry!” He yelled.

 “Don’t you dare apologize!” She said, the guys debated on leaving their rooms to calm the situation. “It’s not your fault.” She softened. “You did nothing wrong.” She walked back over to him, taking his face in her hands. “You have done nothing wrong, Jungkook.”

 “I’ll do anything to be with you, to keep you safe, to keep loving you. I’ll sue every single person who says something bad. I promise. I’ll make them open a whole department in BigHit dedicated to stopping the hate. I’ll do that. I need you.”

 “We’ll figure it all out.” She told him, sniffling. “Right now, I just wanna be with you. In this way too silent apartment, holding you, pretending it’s not a warzone out there. That’s all I want right now.”

“I can do that. We can do that.” He said, and so they did. For two days they stayed in their happy place. Away from anyone with anything negative to say.

I know I said I’d finish soon, but a month slipped away from me because I moved, then moved back home because of some horrible stuff so I haven’t been writing or reblogging. I’ve been up-to-date thanks to twitter lol! Just not reblogging here. Hopefully I’ll be more available and stable (in terms of housing) to write lol. Thanks for reading, I don’t think Tumblr likes me anymore because I don’t show up in tags ;( if you see this give it a like! Or message me! I do take requests! This is getting long, sorry! Thanks again!

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