#and big man. well he sure is there. according to some sources.

[arolesbianism]

Impulsively spent an hour making a big splat tune playlist and lemme tell you I forgot how much I just do not care for off the hook songs. Damp sock however? Absolute fucking perfection they take the best part of off the hook (Pearl and Marina's voices) and both let them properly shine and also fixed what I didn't like abt off the hook music (the boring ass instrumentals) by doing what sploon does best and going ham with the piano and guitar

#rat rambles #splat posting #like its rediculous how fucking amazing they sound when they arent off the hook #Ive always liked their voices but have never been able to rly rave abt them just due to my general meh-ness towards off the hook music #but damp socks fixed all of my problems with them and gave them even more #more good things I mean not problems fkdbdkeg #also my sibling was so right abt the live version of hide and sleek going crazy like holy moly #I love it when shiver just starts screaming in the background #man I sooo badly need callie and marie to have more songs of theirs I can bring myself to fully like #especially callie shes so good and silly and I love her but also girlie why did you record your solo with a dsi #I mean Id preffer the dj octavio remix either way but cmon give yourself a better chance #I may be the number one marie hater (lying) but I cannot deny that her solo song is like. rly good. #her voice generally doesnt speak to me much but godddd she sounds so good in tide goes out #frye still has my favorite voice tho she sounds soooo good always #shiver also sounds rly good but sounds best with the others imo #and big man. well he sure is there. according to some sources. #look its hard for me to have a strong opinion on his voice when you can barely hear him most of the time #pearl is my silly billy and her voice is a big part of the reason I adored her like immediately but I will admit that she never rly got to #shine properly until damp socks while marina has more off the hook songs where she gets to showcase her strong voice #I still preffer pearl's voice but thats just because I have pearl bias lol

[valen-nidk]

Family dynamic. | Vox's sibling!Reader.

Content: Implicit imposter syndrome, subtle hints of depression. General description of S.Reader's relationship with The Vee's.

A/N: Probably the last thing you'll see of this particular reader unless I get requests for potential relationships with other Hazbin hotel characters.

Frankly, Hell wasn't exactly what you had in mind, if anything, this particular ring of Hell was like Earth with extra steps and fancier titles: people (read: sinners) still got killed, sometimes there was a transactional reason behind, sometimes just because ; consent was also a bit of a myth here too ; politics? Not exactly. Religion? Uh, duh — after all, the fancy titles previously mentioned were: Archangels, Seraphims, Angels, Sinners and Hellborns (was Adam his own category? His title was First Man and, according to some sources, he had self-proclaimed as Dickmaster or the original dick).

The only upside thus far was that your physical form was kind of cool (literally, a humanoid robot so... an android that had to regulate its body temperature to not overheat), no bones ached, no muscles hurt and you couldn't get sick (a virus, maybe...?) plus your cult leader brother was, to no one's surprise, a cult leader! With the power of hypnosis which, in retrospective, was kind of like his gig back on Earth with manipulation skills that had been perfectly crafted and mastered throughout years and years of studying the human psique and emotions.

The TV head was... new. Unexpected, certainly hilarious even if the context was gruesome to an extent. It made sense, same goes with you: the right-hand, the prophet of this newfound god. Although your form was different since you died electrocuted because of a faulty electrical connection.

Ah yes, what is there to do in Hell..? The Radio Demon had gone missing as well as Lilith, part of you heavily believes that those two separate events are, in fact, connected despite the lack of evidence. A hunch though without something to back it up, you kept quiet — after all, you weren't a big mastermind, though you did enjoy chaos and creating a ridiculous amount of back-up plans in case something went terribly wrong. Cautious? Anxious? Oh, yeah. Your stubborn egotistical brother was careless when going through his many power-trips or when his rage made his (seemingly) perfect persona crack, hence why you just had to have ways to ammend any and all mistakes. Problems made you uneasy, utterly sick — gotta fix 'em, gotta have potential solution for every possible scenario no matter how insane they could be. You never know! You have to know, a sense of being capable of choosing, to own something, just about any single aspect of your life just had to be yours to control.

Nonetheless... Hell, huh. What to do? Unlike Vox, your powers were quite limited and served as support for his, rinse and repeat a life on that one. Besides that, you weren't an official Vee member, more like an honorary one — and thanks to you being a charmer, a problem solver (people-pleaser) and overall someone who rather live comfortably, well... You started babysitting looking after Valentino whenever Vox was too busy (read: didn't want to put up with his bullshit) and this lead to uhhh, unwillingly being dragged to his studio. The porn actors loved you, which made Valentino hate you but also love you as well because "motherfuckers are more willing to cooperate when there's una cara bonita como la tuya around these parts" while squeezing your 'cheeks' (screen). Yeah, you didn't get why Vox wanted this mothman carnally, though his voice was podcast material, the accent? Delicious.

Now when it came to the backbone of The Vee's, it was a trickier situation — mostly due to not having an actual reason to interact with Velvette. Sure, you guys exchanged texts like roasting Vox and Valentino, gossip, some blackmail material... Memes, selfies, the very basic. Being physically in the same room was comfortable, pleasant silences while sitting next to each other and showing funny videos from your respective devices ; or sharing private conversations that were hilarious with or without context, that's for sure! Oh and, let's not forget that this fashionista icon and unforgiving social manager will absolutely roast you if you are dressed like last century. Still, she was kind to you and, in return, you behaved the same way — work collegues, or flatmates would be a way to describe how you two got along.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #🧍 he speaks #hazbin hotel imagine #vox x reader #valentino x reader #velvette x reader #vox x male reader #valentino x male reader #velvette x male reader #vox x gn reader #valentino x gn reader #velvette x gn reader

[hazbinhotel-bitch]

Episode One: Alastor x (Name)

(Name) sat on the side lines of the large desk with a radio board with all kinds of buttons and switches. The demoness stayed quiet as Alastor sets up to get ready for the first time in a very long time to get back in the game of broadcast. (Name) had her ears pulled back her tail swishing in slight annoyance at the whole ordeal. She honest felt like an assistant but she did find him some news to covers that was happening in the ring of pride. Valentino was caught yet again with some questionable chatter and bad mouthing a few other overlords that the demoness heard and reported it to Alastor. (Name) relayed this story in detail to Alastor who found it mildly amusing and thought it would be fun to announce it.

The two came to the agreement, eventually, that Alastor will introduce Siege as the reliable source and that (Name) is his new assistant/co-host. Of course (Name) would give Alastor the main bulk of the story but more private detail would be used for her Scandal sheets, Alastor agreed reluctantly but he had found the woman to be rather cunning so he was able to admire that.

The red light turned on “ON-AIR” it read with blinking lights. The demoness grew quiet as Alastor flicked some switches as he started to clinch down with his fingers

“Welcome ladies and Gentlemen, it’s been a while” he announced “of course I’m here with a few changes to my broadcast! Fear not my hellish demons, I’m simply here to keep you all informed with my new assistant”

(Name) glared as her tail swished not wanting to talk

“Now, now dear. No need to be so fearful”

she hated that smile that seemed taunting

“Do forgive my little assistant, she’s a little shy. Well I’m sure we will hear from her eventually” he said letting out a little breathy laugh as he started to give out some announcements of what will be added to his little broadcast.

“Now that the pleasantries have been dealt with. Let us talk about this Siege of the Scandal Sheets” he smirked as he saw how (Name) visibly tensed “Now I’m aware that this little demon has been reporting a few things here and there about most Overlords here in pride ring… And believe me I have seen their writing on myself and I too was rather… amused”

(Name) held back her growl at his choice of words, she knew damn well she surprised him no doubt. But for him too be all high and mighty as if he was the one who had his eye on her first was laughable to her, her instincts wanted to correct him but he was live so she held her tongue as Alastor continued.

“Why I bring up this little demon is a rather humorous really, see I had a little chat with this Siege demon… and we came to an accord, they will now be my main source of stories” he stated picking at his claws like he had no care in the world “do stay tuned for what’s to come, I’ll be back with the newest, and yet to be published story by Siege of the scandal sheets. so until then enjoy some nice relaxing… music”

With the “ON-AIR” light was turned off while he let his music, which were nothing much scrams of whatever victim he tortured, play as he smugly looked at (Name). He laced his fingers together as he held his chin up as he leaned on the table

“What’s wrong my dear? You look a little tense?”

His voice was obviously teasing and he finally growled at him “you’re really pushing it Old man”

Although Alastor smiled his eye twitched at her insult, he wasn’t particularly vain by any means, but he never considered himself old so it was rather insulting to him. He made no efforts to say anything tocmbt her insult, it’s not his nature but he caught on rather quickly that simply dismissing with a big smile semed to anger her more than anything.

“Well my dear, I was simply stating an obersvation. You look overly tense my dear… and why is that, hmm?”

(Name) grinded her teeth in sheer annoyance of this man but she did her best to calm down before responding to the obnoxious deer demon.

“Yes I’m tense youre not reallying let me have a chance to preserve my idenity, it’s only a matter of time before someone figures it out” she stressed annoyed how he lounged in his seat cleaning his monical

“Well so be it my dear, why not have it out in the open.” he shrugged placing his monocle back on his face “Darling I still don't see why you are so stressed. If everyone knew you, the infamous Siege, was in alliance with the great Radio Demon; you wouldn’t have you tail tucked between your legs all the time—’

(Name) cuts him off abruptly

"I will have you know, Alastor. Being associated with you is the worst thing to do, everyone would rather kill me and succeed to do it just to get to you... So no, it actually makes me a bigger target. Not to mention you didn't even let there be mystery to your 'assistant' and Siege both being your help and not so coincidentally on the same day" she snapped.

(Name) saw red when he lifted a finger and pressed a button with a big smile as he put himself on air to simply end their conversation. She knew he loved annoying her to no limits but at it seemed after the short break Alastor didn't mention Siege or (Name).

. . . Although she found him insufferably annoying she had to admit at least he was someone respectful once he got the reaction he wanted from her.

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#alastor x reader #hazbin alastor #hazbin fanfic #hazbin hotel #radio demon #alastor #x reader #fanfiction #fanfic #hazbin hotel alastor #alastor the radio demon

[sydsaint]

WarDaddy Time Babes!!

Summary: The reader is MJF's sister and a replacement for RJ City on his podcast show, Hey! ew. Her special guest for the show is Wardlow, and the pair have instant chemistry.

"Thanks again for setting this whole thing up for me, Max. Turns out that you're actually useful for some things." You tease your brother while one of the camera crew attaches your microphone.

Max rolls his eyes at you an scoffs. "Yeah well, I knew that I'd never hear the end of it if I didn't." He insists. "Have fun. I hope that you embarrass yourself."

"Me?" You laugh. "Please. Never gonna happen little brother." You wink at him.

Max rolls his eyes again and walks off since his work is done for the night. You adjust your blouse once the audio team is done and wait for your podcast guest to arrive.

A few minutes later, a large shadow is cast in the small room. You glance at the doorway where your special guest awaits you. Wardlow.

"Wardlow, hi!" You walk over to him with a friendly and confident smile. "Damn, you are fucking tall." You laugh when you have to crane your neck in order to look him in the eyes. "I hope that my brother didn't give you any trouble when he asked you to be on the show."

Wardlow smiles down at you and chuckles. "Not at all. I've actually been looking forward to meeting you, Y/N." He admits. "Friedman used to go on about his evil sister all of the time."

"Evil, huh?" You grin. "Well I wouldn't say that exactly. But I guess that Max had to learn all of those backhanded tactics from somewhere right?" You joke. "Come on, lets get you mic'd up and then we can get the interview started." You usher him into the room.

Wardlow nods and the audio team get him wired up for his interview. You retrieve your list of questions that you wrote up earlier and take a seat in your chair. Wardlow sits down in the chair next to you and the camera crew signal that they are ready to record.

"Hello! And welcome to, 'Hey! EW', my name is Y/N Friedman filling in for RJ City while he's busy being less cool than me." You snark. "I am sitting here today with the current AEW TNT champion. Everyone's favorite muscly hunk, Wardlow." You nod to Wardlow. "Now Wardlow, tell me? How does it feel to be my current favorite man in AEW after your shocking betrayl of my own brother, and resident pain in the ass scumbag, Maxwell Jacob Friedman?"

Wardlow attempts to hide a laugh and shifts in his chair. "Umm, I have to say. Yeah, it feels great. Thanks." He tells you.

"Oh no thanks needed here, big man." You laugh. "I think that we can all agree that you were doing the world a favor with that one." You insist and glance back down at your paper. "Now you grew up in a very small town, which apparently is home to the 3rd largest Amish population in the country. How was it growing up Amish?" You joke with a serious look on your face.

Again, Wardlow stifles a small laugh. "Well, I wasn't really Amish growing up." He admits. "But I did know a lot of them as a kid." He adds.

"Now I assume that when you say 'knew them,' you really mean that you freelanced as a workhorse for them?" You quip. "You know, raising barns and carrying lumber? Things like that?"

"Uh, yeah sure. I guess you could say that." Wardlow nods.

You rattle off a few more ridiculous question that you've got written down. But Wardlow seems to have a good answer for every one of them. The chemistry in the room is at an all time high with every back-and-forth exchange.

"Now according to my sources, you claim that you strive to up the numbers in AEW's female demographics. As well as their 19-40 demo's as well?" You ask Wardlow the last question on your list.

"Yes." Wardlow nods.

"Well." You uncross your legs and lean forward in your chair. "It just so happens that I am a member of both of those demographics. So please, pitch me your case for upping these rating." You ask him.

Wardlow nods, a grin playing on his face. "Alright." He agrees and gets to his feet.

You watch with your hands folded in front of you as Wardlow gets up and carefully pulls his shirt over his head. He turns to the camera and does a couple of flexes before he turns back to you.

You remain stone-faced at the impressive display. "Okay, solid point." You nodd at him. "But what if I'm not convinced?" You challenge him.

"I bet that I could lift and hold you on one shoulder no problem." Wardlow replies without missing a beat.

Before you can get a reply out, Wardlow hauls you to your feet by the arm. You get pulled to your feet and he does as promised with very little effort. You are hauled up and set on his left shoulder with ease and you finally break character and let out a laugh.

"Damn!" You laugh as Wardlow sets you back down on the floor. "Well a girl certainly can't argue with that." You sit back down in your chair.

You finish up the interview and strip off your microphone from your blouse. Wardlow lingers around after everything is finalized so you walk over to him to chat.

"Well, that was definitely the funnest interview that I've done." You laugh as you approach him.

Wardlow chuckles and nods in agreement. "Yeah, I had fun." He admits. "You know, you are way more fun than your brother." He jokes. "And prettier, too."

"I get that a lot." You giggle. "Hey, if you aren't busy. You wan't to grab some dinner with me?" You ask him.

"Sure." Wardlow grins down at you. "I could eat."

#aew #aew dynamite #aew dark #wrestling #aew fanfiction #aew elevation #aew imagine #all elite wrestling #aew wrestling #wardlow #mjf

[obsoleteozymandias]

I’ve seen this a few times while perusing the Stardew tag and thought it seemed fun! As such, I’m looking for a Stardew Valley match-up, if you will; I’ve no preference for the gender of the match up (bisexual nation RISE UP!!!)

I go by He/Him pronouns. I’m a chubby/stocky man who often jokes about being the “tallest man on earth” (complete lie) (But maybe I am telling the truth… you’ll never know). I am autistic and I suffer from and am medicated for depression and anxiety. Other illnesses, such as schizophrenia and bipolar disorder, also run in my family, but I had never been professionally diagnosed with them. I have a debilitating phobia of dolls and some mannequins and puppets, to the point of nausea. I have chronic migraines.

I’m EXTREMELY heat intolerant, often times getting horribly ill when I do overheat. I take measures to make sure my room is always cool, and I even have some cool packs I rely on in the summer months.

According to MBTI (is that the right order for the abbreviation?) I’m an INFP. My big three astrological alignments are Pisces sun, Sagittarius moon, Taurus rising; however, my friends who are FAR more into astrology than I am say I seem more like an Aries sun (which is interesting, since I was born a week early— I would have actually been an Aries if I had been born on my actual due date).

I have only a few hobbies as of right now (video games, listening to music, and writing), but I have an abundance of new hobbies I would love to (and plan on!) getting into in the future (a couple include crocheting/knitting, building my own PC, and working/building with wood). I have a lot of struggles with reading, to a degree that makes me feel insecure a lot of the time; I worry it negatively effects my ability and love of writing, and it admittedly can feel a bit alienating at times when people I’m close with talk about the joy they get from reading.

I’m a BIG collector, to the point I don’t really consider it a hobby as much as I do a general part of my life; primarily, I collect stuffed animals! I sleep with a Snoopy Build a Bear every night, and get anxious when I don’t have him in my arms at night. I also usually bring a stuffed animal with me whenever I go out, since it helps me combat anxiety, and I just like holding something in my arms. I also enjoy collecting animal figurines, select Funko figurines (not limited to just Pops, and also only of media I already enjoy), as they don’t trigger my phobia in ways some figures do. I’m an out of box collector, and none of my stuffed is in “mint” condition— I collect for myself, first and foremost, and for the future generation second; everything is well loved, and will continue to be loved.

I’ve become a big “write that down” type of person as I’ve gotten older. I strive to be the guy people come to for notes for a video game they play, or perhaps for recipes that I wrote down even though I’d never make it myself since I’m a very picky eater.

As a kid, and even now, I dreamed of being an oceanographer; I love the ocean dearly, and I always will. I grew up playing the Endless Ocean games on Wii (side note: very excited for Luminous to come out!!!), which was the source of all my love and interest in the ocean. I love learning things I didn’t know about the ocean before, and love sharing my knowledge even more. I may not be able to drive a car, but I’d love to one day be able to have a boating license!

I’m a big animal guy!!! I grew up surrounded by animals all my life, and I’m a firm believer that a home isn’t a home without having an animal around that you can take care of, whether it be a dog, cat, turtle, or otherwise.

I have a moderate fear of going down stairs, as I can’t do it correctly (going down them one step at a time, body often veering off to the side and pressed up against the banister; no, I have no idea why I do this) and have fallen down them quite a few times. Luckily, I’ve never been seriously injured.

Cars also moderately scare me. I don’t like the idea of being in a fast moving box. This often causes embarrassing social blunders, because I reach up for the car handle when I get anxious. I promise it’s not because you’re bad at driving, driver!!!

I can make near-perfect imitations of select animal noises; I’m partial to my quacking noise, as it’s become something of a vocal stim for me. I can also bark and “purr”.

I hate lenticular lining (the thing that makes those images on bookmarks move or seem 3D)— the feeling and the sound it makes when you scratch it makes me feel sick!

I’m often described as an “old soul” by people in my life who are far more spiritual than I am. I don’t exactly know what that means, if I’m honest, but I know it’s a compliment and it makes me feel nice and warm inside when I am describes as such.

I’m allergic to cherries.

My biggest goal in life is to be the fun, supportive uncle/cousin if any of my friends or family ever have kids. I don’t foresee myself ever wanting kids, but I know that any children that would be introduced into my life would be loved and cherished by me. I’d love to sit and watch cartoons with them, or play games. I’d love to introduce them to the shows that I personally grew up watching, because I don’t find it fair for those shows to go overlooked and forgotten. They may already know Josh, but I want them to know Steve and Joe too. (And NO Cocomelon!!! That’d be my only rule).

Thanks for the surplus of info (/gen), it really helps me when writing. I ALWAYS prefer excess info to lack thereof. 

== Stardew Valley ==>

I match you up with…

Emily

Emily is exactly the kind of person who you’d want to know. She’s an oddball and may be a bit hard to understand at times, but she’s honest about herself and her hobbies, and will never judge you for yours. 

She won’t judge your fears either! I headcanon that while she is accepting of most everything, she has a few strange ones of her own. She’s open to exploring and expanding both of your horizons together, whether that means overcoming fears or just letting them be. 

She admires your unique tastes and personality first and foremost. She knows it can be difficult to connect with others who judge your tastes and likes, so she’s especially drawn to you and your energy. 

She also loves your love for animals and the ocean. I can imagine you two going on boat rides for dates, looking at the ridges and bumps on the ocean floor. 

Then, you go to Ginger Island and look at the local fauna and watch the sunset as the parrots fly across the sunset. She’s never been more content in her life. 

If ever you wanted to propose, that would be the time. 

And of course, she’d say yes. She’s never had someone understand her and connect with her like you do, and she can’t wait to spend the rest of her life with you. 

I imagine she’d join you on your fun supportive uncle idea. When your siblings or Haley have kids, the two of you spend tons of time running around with them on the farm or teaching them about animals.

#oz’s requests #stardew valley #stardew valley x reader #stardew valley matchup #emily stardew valley #Emily stardew x reader

[goldencopper]

PATRICK SCHWARZENEGGER, CIS MAN, HE/HIM — The 74th Annual Hunger Games are upon us and here comes ORION COPPERHEAD, a GAMEMAKER. Word around The Capitol is that they’re ADROIT & DUTIFUL but can also be EGOCENTRIC & POSSESSIVE. According to sources, they’re TWENTY-FOUR and were once described as ICARUS FLYING DANGEROUSLY CLOSE TO THE SUN, SEEMINGLY PERFECT AND READY TO UNRAVEL, THE WEIGHT OF THE WORLD ON YOUR SHOULDERS, THE CHOICE BETWEEN CONTENTMENT AND ENDLESS AMBITION. What a character! As we always say, may the odds be ever in their favor!

𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂. full name: orion lukas copperhead gender & pronouns: cis man (he/him) orientation: heterosexual & heteromantic age: twenty-four d.o.b: april 4th zodiac sign: aries sun, scorpio moon, gemini rising traits: adroit, dutiful, egocentric, possessive alignment: chaotic evil cabin number: thirteen (hades) character inspiration: young president snow (songbirds and snakes), effie trinket (hunger games), sejanus (songbirds and snakes)

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐒.

Deceive 3

Fight 2

Lore (knowledge) 3

Notice 2

Physique 3

Provoke 1

Rapport 2

Resourcefulness 1

Stealth 1

Will 2

𝐁𝐈𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐘.

Orion’s whole life revolved around a strategic yet simple plan. He had to be the best. No matter the cost. He was the first born to parents he never got to know. Although, that didn’t stop them from putting all their expectations on his shoulders. His uncle worked hard for his place in Panem and Orion wanted to do the same. He held a small amount of detestation for his own father, who seemed to not only enjoy the easy life but who believed his sons should do the same. This only caused the eldest Copperhead to want to work harder. He would be the one to rebuild the name his father wasted. This meant pushing himself beyond what he thought was capable. No one knew about Orion’s internal struggle, nor did they care if they knew. Orion smiled and attended event after event while he trailed behind his uncle with an undeniable loyalty. That’s what they cared about. His image Orion heard it everywhere he went. “He’s just like his uncle… He’ll be the President one day… That Copperhead will go far!” He usually shook it off but one thing was sure, Orion knew what the public wanted. For him to succeed. In private, Orion journaled about what he was sacrificing for this life. His morals? His sanity? Other lives that were thrown away so easily while he always got a seat at the table. He sometimes thought that this was a nightmare. His entire life was some big game and one day, he would wake up in another district where he was forced to go back to reality. He almost dreamt of it sometimes, the people he saw from the other districts. He started to wonder what might be outside the Capitol and how different his life truly was. At eighteen, he graduated top of his class and was offered a position as a gamemaker. Of course having your uncle as the President had its perks in this case. Instead of accepting, Orion wanted to finally understand how the other districts operated. He joined the Peacemakers and for two years he was stationed in District 6, Transportation. The entirety of Panem was confused by the eldests choice but Orion knew he could never be President one day if he had never set foot out of the Capitol. His uncle was disappointed but when Orion explained his reasoning, the golden boy finally got what he always wanted. Approval from the President himself. When Orion returned to the Capitol, he became a Gamemaker. Just like his time in District 6, he took to his role quickly and became well-loved amongst the others. Orion enjoyed the planning, the strategy and the overall excitement of the games but what he didn’t think about was the deaths. Watching the games as a child and a teen had a different tone now. Especially after living outside the Capitol. Orion’s days started to bleed together and while he knew the games meant death, it also meant he was another step closer to becoming President. The pressure and desire to be perfect returned, stronger than ever before. He started speaking up more, offering more plans for the following games and even asking to shadow Head Gamemakers as the years went on. This year, Orion’s strategy is the same as always. Be perfect. Be the best and he will come out on top, just as he always does.

#orion — biography #odds:intro

[kattestrophe]

Hey there! I'm having a debate with my mother and thought I'd ask an actual Frederick expert. So did he actually have STDs/broken dick to explain his lack of children, was he gay or both? Like what is the source situation? Thanks.

Hi! Oh boy, I am not used to asks and I'm sick, this is gonna get rambly... :'D

Frederick's sexuality has been a subject of debate pretty much since the man himself was a teenager. The story about him sleeping with farm girls and sex workers "because his father kept him away from reputable women" and contracting syphilis/gonnorhea in his youth originates with Johann Georg Zimmermann. Zimmermann was Frederick's contemporary and a doctor. And also Frederick's biggest fan. I vaguely remember a story about him meeting his idol and breaking down in tears afterwards because there was "nobody he loved more than the King of Prussia".

Anyway.

Zimmermann became Frederick's physician in the last months before his death and published multiple books about him afterwards, one of which contained the theory mentioned above. According to him, Frederick was actually super into his wife (and women in general) and they had an amazing time together before the gonnorhea flared back up. This flare up was allegedly treated with a surgery that deformed Frederick's nether region and thus he pretended that he had no interest in his marriage despite loving Elisabeth Christine so very much. Instead, he pretended to be gay for clout in enlightenment circles and so the public would know that the King was still able to fuck.

Sounds wild? Tabloid-y? Absolutely.

Now one would think that, as the last royal physician, Zimms would know best about the state of Frederick's dick. However, a surgeon who also saw the King naked (albeit post mortem) said that there was absolutely nothing unusual to report. Zimmermann doesn't give a source for any of his biographical claims either and even other contemporaries thought he was full of shit (Kotzebue was on his side though. You may know Kotzebue as the reactionary poet and playwright who got assassinated in 1819, in part leading to the so called Karlsbader Beschlüsse. Old Zimms sure moved in a popular crowd).

Still, Zimmermann's writing was used as a source on Frederick's sexuality up until the early 2010s because nothing says "great source!" like unsourced claims about maritial love from someone who was five years old and in Switzerland at the time. Other than Zimmermann, some people (Venohr, Ohff quoting Venohr) also quote an excerpt from an alleged letter from Frederick to an unspecified friend that basically just says "I love my wife's vagina", but that one is probably fake. I'd love to know when it started showing up in literature though.

In the early 2010s, the overall tone shifted (not that nobody noticed that Frederick was queer before, there are 19th century articles about that too iirc and Mitford alluded to it in the 1970s). Newer biographies, like Burgdorf and Blanning, as well as an article for the big Friederisiko exhibition of 2012 clearly state that there is no reasonable doubt that Frederick was (primarily) interested in men (there were a few women that he may have had feelings for, but this post is getting long).

There are other contemporary accounts that suggest relations with men (even if we're not counting Voltaire), there's his poetry (oh God, his poetry...), letters, his general group of associates, and, funnily enough, even Zimmermann, who says that everyone close to the King said he "loved like Socrates Alcibiades" (Zimms, of course, knows better and saw right past the facade or something).

Frederick did definitely try to have kids (at least partly because his dad promised him a trip outside of Prussia if he produced an heir...) and was not successful. This could be due to many reasons, we probably won't ever know the real answer. Maybe his dick really did fall off, maybe he just thought he was impotent, maybe there were some issues on EC's part, maybe he just didn't try enough. What we do know is that he evnetually outsourced the heir-department to his brother (Augustus) William, who was definitely into women and from whom the modern main line of the Hohenzollern descends.

Boy this post is a mess, I hope that any sort of insight was gained from this :'D For a more orderly analysis of Frederick's sexuality and more source quotes I would suggest reading Blanning. Burgdorf is fun to read too, especially for an overview of the people close to Frederick, but he doesn't source his claims properly and is kind of the opposite extreme to the "he was totally straight"-crowd.

TL;DR: Zimmermann was full of shit, but maybe his dick was broken, who are we to judge. He was probably not straight anyway.

Stuff that's not necessarily directly relevant but that I can link to: A personal favourite primary source are the Marwitz letters (which @your-disobedient-servant translated), which are mostly proof for the sexuality of Frederick's younger brother Henry, but which are hilarious to read nonetheless. There's also a man shown in William Hogarth's satirical painting Marriage a la mode from 1743/44 who plays the flute, has Frederick's nose and tan, and is positioned among "the homosexuals" in front of a painting of Ganymede being captured by Zeus in the form of an eagle... That's not really a good source for Frederick's own life, but a fun tidbit on the side about the european gossip situation. Marriage a la mode is an interesting painting. (Article about Frederick's nose in contemporary paintings, I'm sorry I only provide links to useless knowledge)

#frederick the great #anon

[horizon-verizon]

Aemond who was described as "fierce from birth" , who also called his sister a whore in the day his father died , shown sociopathic tendencies from his childhood , these sociopathic tendencies have developed much worse in his adulthood to the point he was able to commit heinous crimes like genocide without a single fuck in the world. And all the sources in the book have similar characterization of Aemond , so that's means that his personality and his actions were all on display for everyone to witness it . But according to Ryan the historians are too biased and they've properly misunderstood everything.

So Aemond was turned into a poor mew mew in the show that didn't mean it , that's makes me wonder actually if Ryan will ever adopted Maegor's reign, would he make Maegor this big softie that everyone in westros misunderstood? All of Maegor's cruel actions are nothing but propaganda from Jaehaerys to destroy the reputation of Maegor the softie ?

No anon, Ryan would have Visenya and Maegor have a really close relationship where Visenya is jealous of her sister Rhaenys for having all of Aegon’s love and affection.

Visenya plots against Aenys I from the beginning because of that vendetta against Rhaenys, and people love Visenya because she is the “official” wife, or the “first”/”prime” wife in Aegon’s “harem”. 

Because Valyrians had full, stratified harems like you’d imagine from the Ottoman empire, you see. The canon historians don’t have enough information to tell us about Valyrian culture, but this is definitely what existed in Valyria.

But she’s actually being honorable; she only usurped Aenys (because it’s not Aegon, Aenys I’s son, who gets usurped, it’s Aenys himself this time, this is in canon you see) and we find out her “true” intentions in episode 4 (while in episode 2 we saw her looking like she wanted to stab Rhaenys and never mentions the succession and the realm’s “well being” at all).

So she forces/manipulates Maegor into marrying all the women he marries, even the Black Brides of Jeyne Westerling, Elinor Costayne, and his niece Rhaena Targaryen. She despises Tyanna, but finds her magic useful and tries to confiscate her potions, etc. for herself on some pretext.

Except Tyanna of the Tower is the only woman he ever loved, you see, because she was his only real choice. Ryan calls Tyanna Maegor’s “mail-order-bride” and “only true lover” in one interview and another. Her Lyseni pussy puts Maegor into a tizzy, from all her “training”. People online also call her a mail order bride and says this proves how evil the Targs are for being white people taking advantage of poor Essosi (Essos is a place of only vacation-locations) peoples for self gratification.

Tyanna, in order to gain back power and make sure his attention is always on her, poisons all of Maegor’s other wives and botches their pregnancies. Maegor, in order to eliminate this threat to his family, orders her execution, and he tears up or cries as he turns away from her for the last time. (The “rumor” of her heart being ripped out is just her personal writings that some maester re-recorded inaccurately, and then another maester [because some parts were too deteriorated to read] wrote down as if her writing Maegor “ripped her heart out” was literal instead of her complaining about him having sex with other women.)

Alyssa Velayron cheats on Aenys with Rogar specifically because Aenys is a little baby bitch boy and Rogar was a man who “did what needed to be done”, even when he tried to usurp Jahaerys for Aerea (Rhaena’s daughter by Aegon “the Uncrowned”). She enlists his help to overtake Maegor (pussy power enslaves men), and Visenya (who apparently survives her canon death and stays the puppet of her son). In all this while, Rhaena lives in the Keep with the other poor brides and abuses Tyanna or dismisses Tyanna’s low birth. Her nose is always up, you see.

Maegor dies when Elinor Costayne pushes him into the Iron Throne, finally drudging up the muster to address him killing her husband while he burned down the holy Sept. Because, you know, he did that and her husband was one of those that were burned alive while praying. *Tear.

#asoiaf asks to me #hotd critical #ryan condal #anti ryan condal #maegor the cruel #maegor's wives #maegor i #hotd characterization #visenya the conqueror #visenya targaryen #asoiaf

[minachan95-written-works-on-ao3]

Bloom Nobly like the Cherry Blossoms

Fandom: Togainu no Chi

Characters: Shiki, Akira

Pairing: Shiki x Akira

Summary:

[This story is made for 2023/02/25 aka the Togainu anniversary]

[Commissioned art is done by wonderful Goma]

After Akira's unusual request, the commander grants his wish and takes him together for the flower-viewing.

However, it seems that even during this celebration of the spring's arrival, the enemy doesn't rest and waits for one wrong move…

AO3 Link

It is another working day in the Shiki’s office, and almost time for the afternoon break. Meanwhile, after the hard-working silver-haired secretary opens his pocket watch, he knows he should hurry up and serve the tea and snacks to the most powerful man in the country. And thus, without wasting a single second, Akira leaves his office.

Some time passes by. For now, nothing seems to be extraordinary while this couple enjoys Akira’s prepared tea. Nevertheless, something is off…

When the dark-haired man notices his subordinate’s demanding gaze, he closes his eyes and gives a smug look ‘‘What is it? If you have anything to say, say it.’’.

Surprisingly, instead of averting his gaze from the commander and trying to keep his poker face, Akira clenches his resting hand on his thigh into a fist and swallows the saliva. Soon, he replies ‘‘Please, pardon me for my rudeness, sir. I was thinking about something for a while. However, I do not want to bother you with unimportant things...’’.

As he feels how these red eyes study him, the silver-haired secretary straightens his back upon hearing Shiki’s question ‘‘Does anyone causing you any problems?’’.

‘‘Not, not all, sir!’’ Or so Akira politely objects as he shakes his head. ‘‘Everything is under the control, and you have no reason to worry about it. However, it would be wrong to hide anything from you. So, please, hear me out.’’ he adds.

After taking a deep breath, the military secretary confesses without being aware of his made puppy gaze with big blue eyes ‘‘A couple of weeks ago my squad members asked me for at least one day off to see the blooming cherry blossoms and if I’m planning to go as well. Of course, at first, I doubted permitting them. However, their stories about how it’s a priceless and majestic sight made me curious. I granted their wish, and a day after, I noticed they were in high spirits and full of new emotional and physical strength. Perhaps you noticed it as well, sir. Later on, when I had a spare minute, I did research the history and importance of sakura blooming and the nearest date when it will happen again.’’.

Then, he stands up and continues with such determined eyes ‘‘That’s why I came up with the conclusion that it could also have a significant effect on you, sir. According to my sources, the next blooming will be at the beginning of April. If you consider going, I can look for anyone suitable to escort and guide you while I’ll bookmark a hotel.’’.

Meanwhile, Shiki carefully listens without interrupting his subordinate while resting his chin on his hands, and as Akira finishes his speech, he asks ‘‘Do you want to see cherry blossoms?’’. After a brief pause, he declares ‘‘Hmph. Fine, I’ll take you with me.’’.

For sure, such an answer instantly bewildered the preserved secretary. But for now, he objects “Unfortunately, I can’t, sir!”.

While the supreme ruler backfires ‘‘Why not?’’

‘‘No matter how much I would love to come but will be impossible for me to quickly run for it during the afternoon break and return to work! More importantly, I can’t skip my duties.’’ Or so Akira replies.

Lastly, Shiki announces his decision ‘‘Your main task is to keep a company for me. Understand?’’. For now, he understands that this is the only way to convince his personal secretary to take a day off.

Besides, this is also the first time when his loyal subordinate approaches him first and asks him for anything unrelated to work.

Even as the ruthless military tyrant, who rules with an iron fist, he will cease this as a perfect opportunity to make Akira rely on him not only as a superior at work but also to be more honest about his desires.

Perhaps it can be a perfect chance to see his secretary’s poker face fading and changing with natural amazement or even a smile.

But for now, the silver-haired man’s eyes sparkle with excitement along his voice ‘‘Y-Yes!’’ which is followed by the gratefully nodding ‘‘Thank you much! I’ll make sure that it will unforgivable trip.’’.

Suddenly, Akira widens his eyes as he feels how his military cap slides from his head. As it falls on the desk, he senses how the heat rushes to his ears.

He doesn’t know how to act further after embarrassment like that in front of the commander or face him properly.

Suddenly, Akira closes his eyes when he feels Shiki’s hand landing on his head and ruffling his hair. Lastly, he notices how the dark-haired man cracks a smile and addresses him ‘‘Of course, you will. Then, I’m counting on you, Akira.’’.

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Finally, the long-awaited day arrived. Even after arriving at the park, this couple is greeted by the myriads of pink and white petals being carried by the light wind, the festive music, and much more that is overwhelming to cease all at once.

Dozens of people also came to enjoy each other’s company with friends, family, or beloved ones by flower viewing under the beautiful sakura trees and having picnics and partying. Even the shopkeepers are friendly and warmly invite anyone to come by.

In overall, the silver-haired secretary is amazed to observe how the city becomes so lively and joyful only by celebrating spring’s arrival and the nobly and elegantly blooming cherry trees.

Akira still cannot comprehend how it’s possible to live in the moment like this and celebrate it. More so, he senses a significant contrast compared to the routine in the office and the tense atmosphere.

Even behind his poker face, the reserved military secretary is in awe of his surroundings.

Meanwhile, the dark-haired man is entertained to see his loyal subordinate radiating with excitement and observing how slowly, one by one, petals land on Akira’s extended palm.

Certainly, he is pleasantly surprised that a serious secretary like Akira, who’ve seen countless faces of war and fought many fights, can reveal such a naïve, innocent, and pure side by admiring cherry blossoms.

If Shiki didn’t know his subordinate, he would mistake him for someone who has never seen the horrors and atrocities of humankind.

However, the supreme ruler doesn’t mind that anyone else may notice his beloved secretary’s new vulnerable side. After all, their presence is so unnoticeable at the moment. It doesn’t matter whether it is a mere civil or the most powerful man in the country - it’s clear as today’s blue sky, what is in the center of the stage.

Suddenly, the silver-haired man realizes that the people are not affected by the supreme ruler’s presence and walks among these mortals.

However, just as Akira slightly frowns and is about to open his mouth, he feels how the commander’s extended arm touches his chest.

As he turns his gaze to Shiki, he gets reassured “There is no need for that. Relax.”. After a brief pause, the dark-haired man asks “We’ve come here to enjoy ourselves. Or have you forgotten about why we are here? And weren’t you supposed to be my guide? So, focus on your task.”.

At first, Akira is genially confused, yet he nods ‘‘Yes!’’. When he fixes his posture, he continues ‘‘We should arrive soon at the Japanese Traditional Gardens, which I heard is the best for the flower-viewing, sir. You can rest assured. No one should disturb you. And by the time we’ll arrive, everything will be prepared including food and drinks. But for now, if I’m not mistaken, we just need to go straight until reaching the bridge on the left side and cross it.’’.

Suddenly, the military secretary widens his eyes as Shiki extends his palm to reach for his cheek.

When Akira is about to remind the commander about where they are and how reckless behavior in public could damage the supreme ruler’s image, he feels how Shiki’s fingertips carefully brush away the landed petals.

Lastly, the dark-haired man cracks the smile and remarks ‘‘You really thought everything ahead, haven’t you?’’.

Although, as this couple continues enjoying the trip, they do not realize that the danger lurks in the shadow and patiently wait for the perfect time for the ambush.

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Some time passes by. Just before reaching their destination place, Akira gets alerted by the sound of rushing steps behind them.

As he turns around, he notices the rushing rebel at the full-speed with the sharp blade at them. However, the silver-haired man’s reaction is faster. As he draws his sword upon the sound of ripping flesh and the soldier’s scream, this unfortunate person’s life thread is cut.

Unfortunately, it was only a small victory while the big battle is still ahead.

‘‘Looks like you miscalculated how many people will come here.’’ The sudden commander’s comment makes Akira turn around and take a better look at his surroundings.

Apparently, a large group of resistance soldiers surrounds them, who impatiently wait for either Akira or Shiki to make one wrong move. Yet, Akira notices how the rebels are inexperienced from how they point the blade at them and their posture. On the other hand, he understands that even amateurs like them can be a threat if one takes them too lightly.

‘‘Hmph. Do you think you can handle this, Akira?’’ Or so the red-eyed man asks as his back covers his subordinate’s back.

As the silver-haired secretary tightly holds the handle of the sword, his eyes burn with determination and hatred for his enemy ‘‘Leave it to me! I don’t want you to stain your blade with weaklings’ blood.’’. And thus, the fierce battle begins.

Despite the odds and being outnumbered by the enemy, the rebels fall one after another under the Shiki’s loyal subordinate’s sword.

While Akira concentrates on taking down the soldiers, Shiki cannot remove his eyes from him.

After all, it’s such a captivating and admirable spectacle observing his subordinate, making his sword gracefully dance in his hands while being surrounded by the falling pink and white petals.

More importantly, the commander is thrilled to see Akira’s improvement in swordsmanship. More so, even someone as merciless ruler as him is secretly moved by how his subordinate doesn’t hesitate to protect him.

Although, if this fight becomes out of Akira’s hands, he’ll draw his sword to kill anyone who dares to harm his precious secretary.

However, the battle ends when the last rebel lets a final gasp before perishing. In the end, the military secretary closes his eyes and sighs. When he picks the tissue from his uniform jacket pocket, he wipes the dripping blood from his blade before placing it into the shed.

After he opens his eyes, he approaches Shiki while ignoring the corpses ‘‘Are you fine, sir? Are you anywhere hurt?’’.

Despite his genial concern, the dark-haired man only gives him a smug look. For now, it’s enough to convince him that the commander is fine.

Yet, Akira lowers his eyes and speaks up in a slightly gloomy but polite tone ‘‘I’m terribly sorry about this. I should have been paying more attention to tightening the security so that it wouldn’t end up like this…’’.

‘‘Kneel down.’’ Or so the commander briefly orders.

Without questioning Shiki’s motives, the blue-eyed secretary follows the orders while lowering his head. For now, when he closes his eyes, he waits for the final verdict.

Even so, the sound of the unsheathed sword doesn’t scare him. If the commander wants to take his life, then so it be. Or so Akira thinks to himself.

Yet, he is surprised how instead of swinging the sword at his neck; he feels a gentle tap on his shoulder and then on his other one by the tip of the blade.

Suddenly, Akira opens his eyes and realizes it’s the supreme ruler’s sign of gratitude. When he looks up, he notices his guess is correct. After all, those red eyes shining with satisfaction are the proof.

All he did was accomplish his duties and behave like anyone else in this situation, nothing more than that. So, why does the commander acts as if he did something great and noble? Or so the silver-haired man thinks to himself.

After Shiki places his sword in the shed, he gives another command while extending his hand at his subordinate ‘‘You can stand up now.’’.

Lastly, with no second thought, Akira takes the commander’s hand and nods before standing up.

At first, he is even more bewildered at how Shiki brings him closely and ruffles his hair. But for now, he closes his eyes and enjoys being pampered by the attention. Eventually, his arms wrap around his most treasured person.

One thing is for sure, as soon as his beloved commander releases him from the hug, Akira would tell him that tonight after sighting the illumined sakura together, he’ll take Shiki to the hot springs and let him relax after a long day.

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I want to thank Goma for making this amazing art♥(✿ฺ´∀`✿ฺ)ﾉ Yup, even if it was done in the October, I'm trilled and excited to finally being able to it ♡*✲ﾟ*｡ So, huge Thank You for Goma for granting the permission to use it (୨୧•͈ᴗ•͈)◞ᵗʱᵃᵑᵏઽ*♡ That's why, I'm leaving this artist's twitter: @GOMA_yammy ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤

#togainu no chi #tnc #fanfiction #shikiaki #shiki x akira #shiaki #skak #one-shot #post canon #shiaki one-shot #shiki (togainu no chi) #akira (togainu no chi) #ao3 #archive of our own

[feltpool]

I have no idea how to title this one

But I’m clearing out some of the thoughts in my head about the Bad Batch show based on my own constantly wandering train of thought.

Maybe it contains spoilers, maybe I’m talking utter nonsense, only time will tell, but either way read on at your own risk.

This is the only warning of potentially spoilery contents under the cut you’re getting.

Back in April, shortly after I posted my thoughts on Dogma, I was scrolling through Tumblr when I happened across a gif set which spurred the following rambling to a mutual of mine:

Tech has a more extreme version of Tup's hairline I don't think anyone wants to hear me attempt to suggest that Tech is zombie Tup though :D Not until Halloween at least I might have to remember it for that actually . I could definitely argue it though Brain dead, no physical injuries Weird as shit hairline Willingness for Hunter to listen to him without question because he remembers the man he used to be The hair colour difference could be a mutation caused by the Kams interference The accent plugged into him by automatic process, and not by learning it himself . Oh crap. Is Tech Tup? I mean, I was joking.  But…

And this is a ludicrous sounding concept, I’m well aware of that, but bear with me for a moment.

Because horror isn’t the only genre the writers have been stealing from here.

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We all saw Tup die – didn’t we?

Not only did we all see that happen, but it happened in Nala Se’s med bay with her standing Right. There.

And we don’t linger on the scene of his death (which I’m not complaining about, poor man just died) so we have no clue how fast she might have wheeled him into the freezer or pumped him full of drugs to stave off physical decay but since Palpatine later says his personal physicians examined his body he was definitely and absolutely dead, or his doctors suck at their job to a truly incredible level.

But we have no real idea of just what the Kaminoans technologies are capable of accomplishing at this point in time.

They churn out clones in their millions and we just accept that and move on. But resurrecting the dead is way outside of anything that we’ve seen them do at any point, even if we know that Dead Troopers are something the Empire created later on, according to Legends sources.

We’re told that the Batch are ‘enhanced’ clones with no explanation of what that actually means, and we accept that and move on too.

But what does it mean? By what exact process are these clones genetically ‘enhanced’?

If this squad of clones were standard troopers to begin with how are they now taller, paler, stronger, etc than they used to be? (Obviously I have ideas about this, they gave us a big enough hint reference on Bora Vio after all and the movie they culled that from is obvious enough if you’ve seen it)

I’m not seeing any future in nice answers to any of these questions, but then I never really have.

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Does all of this explain why Nala Se was SO adamant about wanting to murder and autopsy Tup rather than trying to remove the chip and give him a chance at survival, no matter how fleeting it might be? Fives could not only have exposed what had been tested out on Republic property but also have had this perfect test subject stolen right out from under her nose, and the longer she had to wait to get her hands on him the more damage could accumulate and the less use he might be.

Look at it like that and it makes a lot more sense that she injected Fives with whatever was in that syringe. Not for Lord Tyranus, or the Chancellor, or for keeping the head chips secret, just to guard her own back.

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Dead man walking is a bold claim though, isn’t it?

Normally yes, but in this case I’m not so sure.

These people are cloners after all. Tech doesn’t have Tup’s tattoo, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t have his exact DNA, a sample taken after he’d been subjected to the process which made his chip cause him problems in the first place

Nala Se is surprised by what she finds when she’s examining him, and it’s only once she sees what’s happening to him that she gets aggressively keen on terminating him before anyone else can see it either. Especially once the phase 5 atomic scan has been suggested, because according to Shaak Ti it would show “if his thought processes are still functioning normally.” and she really doesn’t want anyone else to see what’s happening with his brain functions just then.

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Tup was the first person we know of that this process was tested on. So there’s a good chance that he’s the ‘original genetic material’ being referred to here, not the sample of Jango’s DNA from which all of the clones are derived.

Lama Su: If Rampart has his way, conscripted soldiers will make clones obsolete. I fear for the future of our operation. We must ensure our clones remain essential.

Nala Se: The original genetic material from Jango Fett continues to degrade.

Lama Su: Then it is time to begin the next phase. If your experiment can yield a superior clone, it will secure our relationship with this Empire.

Nala Se: Such a contingency cannot be created without a direct source. The clones required will not return willingly.

Lama Su: They are Kaminoan property, and we only need one. Our survival hinges on it.

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But if he ‘continues to degrade’ what does that mean? He seems to be fine, doesn’t he?

Yeah, but that’s also not quite what I mean.

Because we could have cloned Tup, aka Tech, walking around with the Batch, and original Tup, aka rotting experimental sample that’s been kept for further testing, being kept down in bowels of Kamino waiting for the day that someone comes along and destroys it. (Source: Alien Resurretion)

I mean, they’d hardly keep that in Nala Se’s nice shiny secret lab where she’d been keeping Omega prior to the start of this show. All of those hidden wnderwater tunnels had to go somewhere, so who knows how many secret labs Kamino had

And as the boys enter their barracks after returning to Kamino in Ep 01:

Tech walks in first, followed by Echo. But Echo’s already sniffing the air as he walks into the room. So is it really the room he’s picking up on, or just the general stink that’s accumulating on that level? Has their absence allowed the smell to build up in that room where movement in the corridor outside has prevented that from happening?

Hunter tells him he’ll get used to it which suggests that this is far from a new problem, and that no one on Kamino has any problem with letting them live like that. And only Crosshair makes any sort of complaint about it.

They distract from any further questions by then having Echo look around the room.

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So what does this mean for Tech?

Tech comments to Echo that he’s ‘more machine than man, percentage wise at least’ but there’s a strong possibility that he’s no different. An android with a surface skin which gives the illusion of being a clone like everyone else, and who has the installed training of a clone, but who isn’t actually a clone.

The Techno Union had the means with which to create a cyborg out of a clone, but cutting out the middleman and creating their won droid army would keep the Kaminoans in operations for a long time to come. Just as long as no one notices what they’re doing

And an army of constructs that are fully controllable and doesn’t need any sort of head chip to give them orders? Far superior to these clones running about having their own opinions, refusing to follow orders, defecting, and removing their controls chips. Far better to have an army in which you can just send a signal directly to their electronic brain and allow them no option but to comply.

But what suggests that Tech may not be as human as he appears to be?

Tech has never shown any sign of growing facial hair. No 5 o’clock shadow, no beard. Nothing. But everyone else shows that, including Echo.

And yet, following surgery on Bracca, his hair has managed to grow back overnight making him look exactly the same as he did the day before even though the incision on his head shouldn’t have had time to heal up yet.

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He doesn’t eat in the mess hall. He has food on the tray in front of him, but only moves a roll from one side of his tray to the other. Everyone else is shown to be going through the motions of eating even if that isn’t specifically animated.

We also don’t see Hunter give him any rations in the following episode when he’s handing them out.

He does appear to drink in the bar (Source: Alien/Aliens), but whether that just passes straight through his system is unknown - and will hopefully remain so.

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All the way back in TCW S7, Ep 03 Hunter says “He records everything. It's a hobby.”

But is that just disgusing the fact that his robot brain automatically records everything and Hunter was deflecting attention by dismissing it as ‘a hobby’ to prevent anyone asking any questions about it? Does he store his recordings externally, by uploading his memory storage to an external location during a ‘sleep’ cycle, or in the Marauder’s data banks? When we see him using his wrist device and datapad is that just a visual used to conceal the times he’s accessing his memory storage?

When they run into Omega in Ep 01 and he assesses her as an adolescent female he puts his hand to his head and shifts his eyes around like he’s reading information from a screen even though he isn’t holding one.

But he doesn’t put his hand to his goggles, he puts it to the side of his head, just above the device on the side of his goggles. It’s very reminiscent of how Echo holds his head when he’s accessing the Separatist mainframe before he gets his fancy headpiece.

And we see him do a similar thing back in TCW S7, Ep 04 when he says he’s intercepting a transmission about Trench ordering all of his droids to the assembly room.

He’s tapping on the device on his arm, stops and says he’s intercepting a transmission. And after that he’s just processing it mentally. You see him working through it in his head and the way it affects how he says what he does.

But because we initially saw him using the device on his arm we assume that that’s how he picked up the message instead of receiving it by alternate means.

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In the brig he looks stressed while trying to work out how to escape from the holding cell, but without his devices and backpack/helmet aerials he may not be able to connect to the systems which would allow him to view the construction design. He has to rely solely on his own knowledge for an answer, which would be highly unusual for him if he’s used to being able to rely on having access to external information.

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And what about the way Tech talks? His supposedly ‘British’ accent?

To quote from Wikipedia:

“Foreign accent syndrome is a medical condition in which patients develop speech patterns that are perceived as a foreign accent that is different from their native accent, without having acquired it in the perceived accent's place of origin

Foreign accent syndrome usually results from a stroke but can also develop from head trauma, migraines or developmental problems. The condition might occur due to lesions in the speech production network of the brain, or may also be considered a neuropsychiatric condition.”

Or it could simply be programmed into him directly and just happen to come out sounding like that.

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And what of the scene on Bracca where Omega asks him what the war was like and he gives her an answer that sounds like he’s reading a page from a military manual on what war is.

Omega: Tech… what was the war like?

Tech: It was a primary mission objective comprised of battles on various fronts.

Omega: But what was it like?

Tech: Hmm? I just told you.

Hits differently if you’re willing to consider that he might not remember what the war was like, doesn’t it?

A droid’s memory can be copied, it’s data and stored in files. When R2-D2 is captured everyone is concerned about how all of hs knowledge could be taken and used by others.

So why would the Kaminoans not experiment with being able to copy a clone's memory so they can automatically transfer all of that training to a new body if they die. All that training and experience installed in a fresh clone in minutes, just like a droid.

So if Tup's mind was copied before he died and then transferred into this new body it might have all of his training but not necessarily all of his memories. (Source: Blake’s 7, Project Avalon) I mean, this was hardly the best of circumstances to be attempting this, unless a recording was taken before he was ‘enhanced’ in the first place

His training would be tied to a physical response and might be easier, or at least different to access, but not his recollection of the war and what happened on the missions he took part in.

Or it might simply have been deleted to prevent him remembering who he used to be and what he’d previously done. Removing those memories would also mean he wouldn’t remember where he’d been for those five days he was missing on Ringo Vinda that gets casually mentioned one time in Ep 02 of the Fives arc when the Jedi are discussing his welfare, and never mentioned again. Which removes any threat of him exposing who did that to him in the first place.

That’s no different really to the reprogramming we’ve seen done to Crosshair to make him forget who he is and to force him to display loyalty to the Empire and to want to follow their orders.

But placing mental blocks and/or false memories into someone’s head runs the risk of them breaking down given sufficient time, or the right sort of prompt, just the same as the hold the inhibitor chips had on the other clones appeared to wear off over time. And that might happen more easily in some people than others.

No one seemed to think Crosshair’s strange behaviour back in Ep 01 was anything out of the ordinary, after all.

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So why doesn’t Tech have a full set of commando armour?

Everyone else has one. Katarn class armour all painted up in the colours the Batch wear. Echo gets a whole new set of matching armour when he joins their team so it makes even less sense that Tech is lacking a set when Echo’s only been with the team for a short time.

But you can’t requisition armour for a dead man, can you?

And if you put a request in for the never before seen CT number 9901 people might start asking questions you don’t want to be asked.

Sidelining the others as ‘faulty goods but we’re working on it’ would allow them to file a request for new armour before rebranding them and sending them out as an all new experimental squad, but Tup is officially deceased so that isn’t an option.

And Tup didn't have his armour when he died. He’d been stripped down to his undersuit and strapped to a gurney before he was shipped out of Ringo Vinda,  long before he actually made it as far as Kamino.

Everyone else has their original helmet, remodelled and repainted but still the ones they started out with. Tech doesn’t even have that.

Oh no, what he gets instead is this:

I mean, seriously? A skull with a lightning bolt through it? Like he’s been created in a laboratory using lightning a la Frankenstein's monster? Really?

Just because it’s done in a cute 8-bit style does not make that ok!

It isn’t exactly subtle, but we gloss past it regardless because CF99′s logo is a skull even if it isn’t the same as that one.

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Everyone comments on how odd it is that he's so badly protected, that his thighs and abdomen are left so exposed, but no one really seems to wonder whether or not that matters. (Source: Terminator)

But if his armour comes from scrounging up parts left behind by dead troopers, a chest plate here, some leg and arm plates there, a helmet with a non-working HUD remodelled to work with a fold down visor instead, all finished off with one of Jango’s left behind utility belts, then that makes a lot more sense of his odd way of dressing.

But why no thigh plates and no abdominal protection?

Because, whether everyone agrees with it or not, he’s taller than a standard trooper now, and those parts are highly noticeable if they don’t fit anymore.

Boots slightly too short? The strapping and knee pads help to hide that, but if the thigh plates don’t cover the gap between the knee pads and the crotch plate that’s going to be glaringly obvious.

And if the chest protection isn’t meeting the tummy cover that’s going to give you the same problem.

Especially with the high contrast of white on black.

And they work to distract us from noticing Tech’s height all the time, or haven’t you noticed how much time he spends sitting down or leaning over compared with everyone else, or is framed in such a way that it minimises how tall he looks without it being obvious?

Here they switch it up so that Echo is the one leaning forwards, and because he’s the one in motion we focus on him and not Tech standing on one side. And we already know that Omega is shorter than everyone else.

Even here, when everyone else is in shot and standing upright, Tech still manages to be hunched forwards:

Ho, ho ho, look at Tech and his bad posture. Right?

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Tech having a set of armour put together from other troopers leftovers also fits with the rest of the substandard items the Batch have access to.

A faulty gonk droid that no one else wants and likely no one would notice if it went missing

A small attack shuttle that’s in such a poor state that the troopers investigating it in Ep 02 said “It's a mess. No wonder it was abandoned.”, and it isn’t like you’d abandon a ship just because of trash on the floor, is it?

And it is a small shuttle. The Rebels crew live on the Ghost and use the Phantom for missions. But the Batch are living permanently on their equivalent of the Phantom.

Almost everything the Batch have been provided with, including Tech’s armour, is the dregs that a bunch of men who’re not supposed to be on active duty have been given because no one else is going to miss it.

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So how do they manage to operate within the GAR if they’re clones who don’t technically exist?

Cody.

He’s the only person we’ve seen within the army who knew them, the others had only heard stories about them. And with his high rank he can cover for them being around other clones on the odd occasion that they are, and maybe even make sure they can access fuel and other supplies from time to time.

But this post isn’t about Cody, so I’m not getting into how else he might fit into all of this here.

#tbb #potential future spoilers #tech

[conduitandconjurer]

⭐⭐⭐⭐ For Nathan? (I'm on the wrong blog lol)

First of all, this is entirely based on my pretty much exclusive rp relationship with @immortalled, who is one of the best writers I have EVER met. I am so spoiled. Ok anyway <3

Klaus as a mum (yeah, you read that right) doesn't have a "favorite" child....but the child he does find it easiest to relate to, the child in whose company he can simply exist without pretense, is definitely Nathan. Their compatibility makes interacting with his adoptive son virtually effortless.

This doesn't mean Klaus and Nathan are identical!!!!! Robert Sheehan himself has talked about this in recorded interviews at least twice, and I gotta agree! Nathan's gregariousness, his obnoxiousness, his unorthodoxy, are all immutable and fixed traits. He is unapologetic, he is thick-skinned and emotionally resilient. Very little haunts him (hur hur), and he is naturally both aggressive and, while he has some insecurities, self-assured. Klaus, on the other hand, was born sensitive and, according to Pogo and Viktor in canon, sweet and gentle in disposition. He loathes himself as much as he loves himself, and he has crafted for himself a tremendously complex facade of cheerful, hedonistic nihilism. It's not real. Klaus is sad, and Klaus is far, far more conciliatory and collaborative. Nathan doesn't think twice about anything; Klaus stays up nights writing sad emo poetry on the literal walls of his childhood bedroom, and wears the dog tags of a man he knew for less than a year but still adores. Nathan is a ring master, Klaus is a poet. You know? lol. They both tell dick jokes, are arguably immortal, and see ghosts; it doesn't mean they're the same character. You gotta look at motive, at source. Drives me bananas as a Sheehan fan tbh, LOL, how often I see people say they're the same character. They're very compatible, but they're unique! In fact, Nathan's irrepressible confidence is often a source of great comfort to his mam, who can get way too much inside his own head (especially when sober). He's helped Klaus be more assertive about his own personal boundaries, and more willing to express his earnest anger about something honestly and productively. Klaus has in turn helped Nathan acknowledge and begin receiving therapy for childhood abuse, and provided him a safe space to discuss scary and depressing subjects.

Nathan and Klaus are both extremely snuggly people. Their primary love language is the physical, and they are unusually tactile; in Klaus's case, this is because as a child he couldn't delineate living people from ghosts, except by noting that living people were solid and tangible. This means they're often curled up by or against each other during down time; Nathan usually instigates, pulling Klaus into his arms or draping himself across Klaus, while Klaus is on his phone, knitting, having a smoke (yes he's still trying to kick nicotine), eating, etc. Both are extremely accustomed to it, and amusingly it works well since Nathan runs cold and Klaus runs warm. Two curly haired string beans, lol.

Klaus has helped Nathan explore a non-cisgender and non-heteronormative identity by letting him have full access to his makeup and closet. Nathan isn't quite ready to face the fact that he's queer, and Klaus, who is patient and nonjudgmental, will continue to allow him the space to experiment slowly and surely.

Only two things have ever come between Nathan and Klaus. One, Nathan's cavalier attitude about dying ("it's no big deal, I always come back!"), and two, Nathan's substance use/abuse and general partying lifestyle, which can be difficult for Klaus as an addict in recovery.

I cannot sing enough praises about these two but I will stop at five, LOL.

#i adore these two) #like so much) #headcanons #dumb puppy (nathan) #smoking cw

[my-weird-news]

Scooter's Epic Team-Up: Bieber & Ariana Unite! Insider Spills the Beans 🚀

Scooter Braun's Circus of Celebrity Dramas: A Comedy Unfolds Well, well, well, hold onto your hats, folks, because the latest Hollywood saga has arrived, and it's juicier than a watermelon at a fruit festival. 🍉🍉🍉 Picture this: Scooter Braun, the man behind the curtain of pop sensations like Justin Bieber and Ariana Grande, is in a bit of a pickle. Or is he? 🤔🥒 Rumor Has It Social media streets are buzzing louder than a swarm of bees trying to figure out what's cooking in Scooter's celebrity kitchen. Is he cutting ties? Is he sealing deals? Is he secretly moonlighting as a salsa dancer? The world holds its breath. 💃🕺 But hold onto your well-coiffed hats, my friends, because the real story might be as thrilling as watching paint dry. According to an anonymous source (who may or may not be an undercover squirrel), all of Scooter's star-studded clients are just juggling some contractual acrobatics as he takes on the grandiose role of Hybe America CEO. 🤹‍♂️ Hybe-tastic Drama Now, what's this "Hybe America" business, you ask? Well, it's like the U.S. version of that South Korean sensation, Hybe Corporation, formerly known as Big Hit Entertainment. You know, the masterminds behind K-pop superstars like BTS? Yeah, those hip-thrusting heartthrobs. 🕺💃 So, in the midst of all this kerfuffle, we've got Bieber, Grande, and even Demi Lovato potentially in Scooter's showbiz blender. The gossip mill churned out stories of severed ties, but reps from all sides are waving their hands like they're trying to flag down an ice cream truck on a hot day: "Nuh-uh, not happening!" 🍦 Demi's Wild Ride Remember Demi Lovato? The talented songbird who signed up for Braun's rollercoaster? Well, turns out she's taken a detour from this ride. But hey, it's all amicable, like two pals splitting the last slice of pizza after a sleepover. Lovato, you see, is off the Braun train, and the exit was apparently as smooth as a buttered dolphin slide. 🐬 Taylor's Tune Now, if you're thinking, "Hey, didn't Taylor Swift have a showdown with Scooter over her music?" You're spot on! She wasn't exactly singing his praises when he gobbled up her master recordings. But, believe it or not, there's no bitter aftertaste here. Scooter's claiming he's cool as a cucumber, and Taylor's on her merry way, re-recording her hits. 🎤🎸 The Bottom Line So, what's the takeaway from this celebrity whirligig? Is Scooter Braun orchestrating a blockbuster drama, or is this just another case of showbiz shenanigans? One thing's for sure: in this circus of contracts and rumors, even the most "badly" behaved celebrities are just looking for a friendly lion to tame. 🦁🎪 And remember, dear reader, in a world full of emojis, rumors, and hybe-tastic spectacles, the only thing we need more of is laughter. So, grab your popcorn, settle into your inflatable armchair, and enjoy the unfolding hilarity of Hollywood's latest episode. 🍿🎬# Scooter Braun's Circus of Celebrity Dramas: A Comedy Unfolds Well, well, well, hold onto your hats, folks, because the latest Hollywood saga has arrived, and it's juicier than a watermelon at a fruit festival. 🍉🍉🍉 Picture this: Scooter Braun, the man behind the curtain of pop sensations like Justin Bieber and Ariana Grande, is in a bit of a pickle. Or is he? 🤔🥒 Rumor Has It Social media streets are buzzing louder than a swarm of bees trying to figure out what's cooking in Scooter's celebrity kitchen. Is he cutting ties? Is he sealing deals? Is he secretly moonlighting as a salsa dancer? The world holds its breath. 💃🕺 But hold onto your well-coiffed hats, my friends, because the real story might be as thrilling as watching paint dry. According to an anonymous source (who may or may not be an undercover squirrel), all of Scooter's star-studded clients are just juggling some contractual acrobatics as he takes on the grandiose role of Hybe America CEO. 🤹‍♂️ Hybe-tastic Drama Now, what's this "Hybe America" business, you ask? Well, it's like the U.S. version of that South Korean sensation, Hybe Corporation, formerly known as Big Hit Entertainment. You know, the masterminds behind K-pop superstars like BTS? Yeah, those hip-thrusting heartthrobs. 🕺💃 So, in the midst of all this kerfuffle, we've got Bieber, Grande, and even Demi Lovato potentially in Scooter's showbiz blender. The gossip mill churned out stories of severed ties, but reps from all sides are waving their hands like they're trying to flag down an ice cream truck on a hot day: "Nuh-uh, not happening!" 🍦 Demi's Wild Ride Remember Demi Lovato? The talented songbird who signed up for Braun's rollercoaster? Well, turns out she's taken a detour from this ride. But hey, it's all amicable, like two pals splitting the last slice of pizza after a sleepover. Lovato, you see, is off the Braun train, and the exit was apparently as smooth as a buttered dolphin slide. 🐬 Taylor's Tune Now, if you're thinking, "Hey, didn't Taylor Swift have a showdown with Scooter over her music?" You're spot on! She wasn't exactly singing his praises when he gobbled up her master recordings. But, believe it or not, there's no bitter aftertaste here. Scooter's claiming he's cool as a cucumber, and Taylor's on her merry way, re-recording her hits. 🎤🎸 The Bottom Line So, what's the takeaway from this celebrity whirligig? Is Scooter Braun orchestrating a blockbuster drama, or is this just another case of showbiz shenanigans? One thing's for sure: in this circus of contracts and rumors, even the most "badly" behaved celebrities are just looking for a friendly lion to tame. 🦁🎪 And remember, dear reader, in a world full of emojis, rumors, and hybe-tastic spectacles, the only thing we need more of is laughter. So, grab your popcorn, settle into your inflatable armchair, and enjoy the unfolding hilarity of Hollywood's latest episode. 🍿🎬 Read the full article

[stupidlildumby]

You know Berry has rain dance right?

As much as it hurts, we have a new party comp to take the rest of route 205.

We run into a mountain man trainer with many a rock type, all of them getting permaflinched out by Baby's bite...we used up most of the pp but that rng was weird.

With two routes to take we go the way east. Prince takes out the ladies Hitmonlee by pecking it and learns Metal claw

It is a dead end, save for a heal bell, and another trainer who quickly loses to a few moves from Cashew

We take a quick trick back to the pokemon center to get Baby's PP back so they can bite some more.

A bridge is guarded by a trainer's Speed Boost Quilava which is knocked out swiftly with no damaging moves that can hurt Baby.

Okay maybe Baby took a bit of damage from Quilava, but Masquerain surely can't hurt her.

Masqerain uses water sport and I get worried it knows water gun and swap to prince. It instead uses sweet scent into Prince and Prince eats them whole.

Our enemy from 201 returns, stronger... Prince really is the answer for most of these trainers, baby learns Rock Slide by playing in the rocks while Prince hoses down a monkey.

There is a lil house along the way, might as well check it out. Inside a lady offers to let me rest, and you know what, Baby needs a nap, we tuck Baby in and talk to a kid about repels, before continuing along the route.

Eterna Forest quickly comes up, and a kid warns me about needing antidotes...hoping for alls well that ends well we enter.

A lady named Cheryl accosts us as we enter and tells us we are her bodyguard. She is holding a lot of antidotes so I don't say no.

For some reason this means that pokemon come at us in groups of two. We can get a Buizel or a Slowking.

According to some online sources, I could have repelled through this area then come back for a single encounter where I didn't have to worry about Cheryl killing a pokemon and ruining my catch. But I don't know what that means, or how they knew I would meet Cheryl. With all the water on the field, Baby needs to switch out.

A peck and a Vital throw takes out Buizel, we catching the KING (queen?) . I can't trust this Hariyama so I just start throwing balls.

It takes 7, luckily Hariyama can't hurt Queen.

We get into a double battle with random trainers.

You would think that they would have better things to do with their day. What type even is that thing. Hariyama takes out the Steel Types the one trainer throws out, keeping them in check, while I swap to Roll and thunder wave to stop dialga from doing too much. Then Hariyama dies. I need to beat an Aaron, a Dialga, and whatever else they throw out all 1v2. We focus the Aaron with thunders till its gone, and now to chip at Dialga. Paralyze keeps us in the game against its Draconic breath, but we have to swap when Roll gets low.

Prince does nothing and loses half his health, we swap again. Rock's Icy Wind takes out the last half of Dialga's health with a crit and we breathe a sigh of relief.

The next pair of trainers is more reasonable, and swiftly fade away.

In fear of double battles I try to avoid trainers as I leave the area, passing by a quaint little house behind trees just too big to walk around. Cheryl thanks me by giving me a bell. Cool.

We pass the last bit of 205 making it to Eterna City.

Finally we can see her in her full glory.

She reminds me of Roll somehow.

You know, town is crawling with these guys. Little worrying.

We go to take a look around and Weekly kidnaps us.

Brings us to a statue

A guy who very obviously has something to do with the hoodlums talks some crazy shit about pokemon. He approaches me, walks up and looks me dead in the eyes and tells me to move. Nice.

Weekly tells me a secret of how to be a great trainer, but he said its a secret so im not gonna tell it here.

A pretty lady walks up and hands me an HM, I didn't hear what she said.

Wow...cut....

With a gym here, its time to get set to fight the leader, destroy their grunts.

The first gym trainer has Baby's mom

I can't bear to make them fight so I send out Rock. Then I find out Ice isnt super effective and I send out Prince to bubble, mommy dealt with.

The anorinth they send out next is not worth talking about.

The next trainer sends out a Golem, a rock type gym got it. Bastiodon, Omastar, second trainer dealt with.

The final trainer before the leader has only a Magcargo.

With that, its gyming time, we get three pokemon with an ace at 22, to deal with the rock type gym leader Gardenia.

Who are we bringing (top three go)

Apparently polls don't allow as many choices as we have pokemon, so Dirt isn't coming, I hate dirt.

#daily #nuzlocke #pokemon #pokemon nuzloke

[kirishoshego]

Confidental Composition//Bakugo

!!!MINORS DNI!!! 18+ONLY !!!

This is the first part of my little 'Teachers Pet Series' (I will add the link once I got all parts covered and the right ideas).

Summary: A simple task fucked up late at night as you send the wrong version of a piece of homework to your English literature teacher Mister Bakugo. Of course, he would want to see you after class the next day. But not for the reasons you might think. Pairing: Docent!Bakugo x afab!student!y/n // Words: 4.2k+ Side note: Insert a friend or random name you want for X :)

TW: nsfw: slow burn (sorry), spanking with a ruler, hair pulling, being bend over a desk, calling him sir, spitting, choking, dirty talk, degrading, slight praise

„Write an essay about the worst description of a woman or coitus. In the essay, explain why it is bad and then rewrite it. At least 30 pages, max. 60 pages (sources and any other extras you please to include, excluded). Due Date: 8 weeks from now on, 35% worth of your end grade. Questions can be asked per E-Mail, or, if you must, I’m free every Wednesday afternoon for meetings strictly for this essay and this essay only.“

A sigh left your lips as you starred at the piece of paper for the tenth time today ever since he handed it out to you and your classmates. The options you had were endless, you knew so many bad pieces about both topics and could write more than 100 pages about them as well. Everyone in class you talked to had decided on their topic already, some were even further. It was X who told you to just write the topics on a piece of paper and let fate do its work.

Black ink on a badly ripped blue note decided that you were going to write about a sex scene. Just now that you thought about it, rewriting something like that for your professor to read was an awfully stupid idea, yet you decided to listen to a small piece of paper.

At first, you were going to go with Fifty Shades of Grey but you felt like the choice was chewed up and spat out. It took you three days to finally decide on a book and once you settled there was no turning back. Considering your ignited interest in this topic you weren’t surprised when you were done within the first four weeks. Knowing the editing is going to take another week, maybe even a week and a half, you decided to take a small break, just one or two days off. On your second day, you decided to visit the new coffee shop that had just opened up around the corner.

Never had you expected to see your professor near your living spot. You were about to greet him when you noticed his pissed-off expression on his face and only now did you spot the woman behind him. She grabbed his arm and made him turn on the relatively small and empty street.

„Suki you can’t be serious,“ she was angry and hurt, while he seemed to be angry and annoyed. Not much of a difference than to how you see him on the daily, to be honest. „Are you fucking stupid? Of course, I’m fucking god damn serious. It was your choice to cheat on me and now I choose to throw you on the streets where you apparently belong, go ask one of your little boy toys to take you in for all I care,“ you were frozen in place, not entirely sure what to do. Right now your eyes were glued on his chest that was clad in a tight, black pullover, rising up and down heavily as his nostrils were flared caused by his anger. „Because you gave me no choice! If you like that sort of weird, rough shit then paddle your own canoe! I need something soft and tender-,“ before she could finish her sentence he laughed. Cold and slightly maniac in a way.

„Then get some fucking chicken! If you don’t like how I’m in bed then break up with me and piss off but don’t send my best friend a nude to ask him to come over. Even a ten-year-old would see how stupid that is,“at that moment your eyes met. His eyebrows were furled together, red eyes expression furry and disgust. Blond hair usually styled like he was going to be on the cover of Vogue, like he had been before, now slightly messy. Plump lips slightly apart to let his teeth shine through slightly before wetting them with his tongue. Your eyes widened and before you knew what you were doing you waved at him, making him cock his eyebrows in confusion for a second before noticing it was you who he was looking at. Turning on your heels you walked past busy crowds of people as you walked back home, trying to understand what you had just seen and why your angry professor had turned you on more than anyone had done before.

It was a stupid idea to ditch the next teaching unit of his but you had absolutely no clue how you were going to look at him. You knew teachers had a private life themselves, but never would you have guessed that you would run into one of them in your small area. As far as you knew he lived across town according to the very, very few private stories he had shared in magazines.

„Dear Professor,

down below is my finished project as an attachment in form of a PDF. I know you request it to be printed as well and I had planned to hand it in today, but sadly I came down with the flu. I’m looking forward to attending your next unit in the following week.

Have a nice week,

Y/N Y/L/N“

Maybe he had forgotten that you were there already and you were worrying too much about it. You were his student, nothing more, nothing less. Bakugo could care less about you, right? The flu did go around a lot right now, so it wouldn’t be completely unthinkable that you were sick. Itching eyes signaled you that it was time to go to bed now, so you closed your laptop and went to bed, not knowing what the next day will hold for you.

X had waited for you at the main entrance the next day to give you all the information you might need and ask why you weren’t there, considering it was obvious that you had the flu for one day only. At first, you were hesitant to explain what you had witnessed, it was messy already and you doubt Mister Bakugo would want the fight to go viral at his workplace. „Just one of those days you know? I had my mind completely full and felt like crap,“ that was the best excuse you could come up with, a white little lie that wouldn’t harm anyone. „Glad to see you’re doing- Oh, hello Professor,“ X smiled at someone behind you. There was no need to turn around to know who it was, the scent of his very expensive and extremely beguiling perfume clouding your mind. „Hello,“ his gruff voice greeted your friend shortly as you turned around, met with his muscular chest. You didn’t expect him to be so close to you, but here you were, tilting your head slightly as you looked up to him through your lashes, feeling not just your cheeks growing hot. „Good morning Sir,“ your voice sounded a lot more confident than you were feeling. Bakugo clenched his fist around the fake leather of his bag, his red eyes starring right into your soul as you had no chance of escaping whatever was going to happen next. „Miss Y/L/N, just the person I was looking for,“ fuck. „You were?“ X and you said at the same time, but your friend decided to excuse themself after a single glare from the older man. „How may I help you, Professor?“ You asked after swallowing down the anxious feeling that threatened to rise. „I received your Mail yesterday, with the PDF,“ okay, why did he search you just to tell you he got your assignment? Was it that bad? „But I’m relatively sure that it was the wrong one, considering I doubt that you want your teacher to know that 'this shit is so bad, but I wouldn’t mind being bent over a writing desk like that' with a smirking emoji at the end,“ only when his finger pushed your chin upwards gently you noticed that it was agape, shame filling every molecule in your body as you already planned your escape out of this country. Nobody was near you to see the weirdly intimidating scene happening between you and your teacher.

„Also I know you didn’t have the flu. I don’t appreciate being lied to. Tomorrow five p.m. in my office, don’t be late or you will get in more trouble. Send me the actual version tonight so I can grade it. I won’t let something as unprofessional as this slide again, understood?“ You nodded, taking in all of the information given to you, and somewhat in all of this mess felt thankful that he was giving you a second chance. The man in front of you rolled his eyes and clicked his tongue, ordering you to speak up. „Yes Sir, thank you,“ you sounded more confident than you felt inside. „Good,“ was all Bakugo said before he turned around, leaving you behind in the big hall dumbfounded and confused… And horny.

As if Chronos himself felt immense joy in your misery, minutes appeared to be hours and the panic inside of you only grew the closer you came to five in the afternoon. You tried everything, watching a show, listening to podcasts and audiobooks, reading a book you had put of for so long, went outside, cooked something, worked on another assignment, stopped yourself from destroying your hair, made the phone call you so desperately had put off and it’s still only ten p.m on the same day. How was that even possible? As you laid in bed you tossed and turned, the thought of your really hot teacher all angry, breathing heavily, his hands roaming your body. It was hard to pinpoint exactly when those thoughts turned into a very lucid dream, but when you woke up in the morning, already an hour too late to your first period, all you wanted to do was scream into your pillow.

Considering first class is canceled, you wanna go grab breakfast? X texted you.

Canceled? Checking your mails you saw your teacher had sent out a mail, excusing themselves and explaining they came down with the flu. A blessing in disguise. You let X know that you would meet up at the building and go grab something near it. Once agreed, you took a quick shower, a moment of peace given to you as water hit your body. There was no way you could do anything between your last class and the meeting with Professor Bakugo, so you tried to look your best possible for the next upcoming hours.

Suddenly time flew by and the closer you got the more you begged for a little bit more time, for him to postpone it, anything. But no, here you were, five minutes early and looking around to spot the blond man with no luck. „Miss Y/L/N. Step inside,“ you jumped slightly as his voice boomed up behind you, not expecting him to be in the office already.

Once you walked inside you were stunned about how clean everything was, no matter where you looked it was neat. His books were sorted alphabetically with marks between them to let him know when a new letter began. As far as you could tell he used cherry wood for his pieces of furniture, a big, black carpet in a corner underneath a small seating area, and some books placed on the table. Even his paperwork was stacked in order. Big glass windows allowed the evening sun to fall into the room, its warmness kissing your skin while you were seated in front of him, a big writing desk between the two of you, on it your work.

It was quiet for a short moment, before he leaned back in his chair, red eyes mustering you up and down which didn’t help at all. „What would you like to talk about first? Your assignment or the fact that you lied to me?“ Why was he so bothered by your lie? You knew plenty of students calling in sick every once in a while even though they aren’t. „I apologize for both of it. It shouldn’t have happened and I learned from my mistake,“ you were hoping that it would ease his anger a little bit but he seemed more worked up than usual. „Although I don’t understand why you are so angry at me for it? Plenty students lie-,“ „Yes, but they aren’t stupid enough to make it so obvious,“ he interrupted you. „I could care less about who’s missing my class, it’s their fault in the end if they decide learning is unnecessary. However you are one of my top students, I expected better from you. You could have excused yourself with no explanation. But you chose to add the feeble lie about being sick for what?“

You took in a deep breath, feeling as if another lie would be caught immediate, so you had no other choice but to tell him the real reason: „I heard the fight you had with the woman you were with, in the café, and I didn’t know how to react when I see you in your class,“ there was a small moment where he looked honestly confused before something clicked in his brain. „So it was you who I saw. What did you hear?“ „I can’t really rem-,“ „One more lie and I will lose my temper, don’t test me,“ shit, why was he turning you on so much right now. He’s your teacher for god’s sake and angry at you, this wasn’t the right time. „That she doesn’t agree with certain things in your private life,“ „Like?“ he knew you tried to talk around it, yet he wanted you to talk about, to see you embarrassed again, he liked that look on you. „The way you fuck,“ it was said before your brain could even comprehend the words, another apology laying at the tip of your tongue but his next question cut you off before you could say something else. „Why were you there in the first place? I’ve been there a few times and never saw you or any other student,“ he explained. „Because I live close by?“ It sounded more defiantly than you had wanted, causing your opponent to cock his eyebrow.

„I feel like you’re forgetting who’s the authority figure here,“ he walked up to his door, locking it before coming back. Now he was right in front of you, slightly sitting on his desk and the sleeves of his button-up shirt pushed up a little. „No sir, I’m sorry,“ „You see, the problem is, I don’t really believe you,“ with that he pulled you up, bodies pressed against each other, letting you feel his toned torso while the muscles in his arms flexed slightly.

„You lied to me once already, I think I have to teach you a lesson,“ everything happened so fast and you suddenly found yourself face down on his desk with his hand between your shoulder blades, the other one grabbing his wooden ruler. „If I recall correctly this is what you wanted right?“ His voice was low, slightly above a whisper as his upper body was pressed against your back while he pulled a few hair strands from your face. „Yes, but Professor I don’t think this is a good idea,“ your inner voice yelled at you, saying this was the best idea ever, angry that you possibly ruined your dreams coming true.

„Tell me to stop and I will do so immediately. Your choice. There will be no consequences if you worry about that,“ he reassured you, waiting for you to get up and run, but you didn’t and the current position allowed him to feel you clench your legs. „So?“ He asked again, the ruler in his hand basically burning with the anticipation of hitting your skin. „No, don't stop,“ you breathed, awaiting his next move.

„Good,“ with that he exposed your raised ass, your underwear the only thing between your bare skin and the wood that came down upon it, one foot raising in the air because of the sudden pain. „From now on if you say stop I won’t listen, you will tell me how you feel through colors. If it’s too much you tell me red and I will drop everything, understood?“ Another spank was delivered to the same spot.

„Yes,“ another one. You weren’t sure if he hit harder or if your skin turned more sensitive with every blow.

„It’s sir to you,“ you could feel him lunge out but shortly before the ruler came down he stoped, laughing slightly at your small jump.

„Yes sir,“ another one.

„You’re going to apologize every time my ruler paints your cute ass even redder, got it?“ You nodded your head, a moan escaping the back of your throat as he spanked you yet again.

„One more thing, be a good girl and stay quiet, wouldn’t wanna get caught now do we?“ He knew it was going to be torture for you to follow his order the more he continued and in a way he wanted you to fail. There was so much build-up inside of him and it appears that you were willing enough for him to use you as he pleased. That’s why you were his favorite. Bakugo knew what he was doing was wrong and he never expected to feel this way for one of his students but forbidden fruit tastes the best.

You stopped counting after the seventh blow, sorries, sirs and small whimpers fall from your lips as if they were your whole vocabulary. At one point you started crying, tears mixed with mascara running down your cheeks. He tried to remember something that turned him on more than the sight of your messed-up body with no luck. Everything build up inside of him, everything itching in his hands, the inner desires he had to soften for his ex, it all was going to come down on you. His thick girth twitched at the simple thought of finally being surrounded by your dripping wet cunt.

A warm soft hand rubbed over your bruised flesh while the other one found its way into your hair to pull you up to him, your back arched.

„What are you sorry for?“ Your mind was clouded with pleasure and pain, the only thought right now was the feeling of his dick print right between your sore cheeks. „I asked my little bitch a question, I expect you to fucking answer,“ this time he spanked you with his hand but it was just as intense as his ruler. „I don’t know,“ you breathed, a soft moan slipping out of you when his thumb barely circled your throbbing clit. „You’re just apologizing because you want me to use you?“ You could hear him chuckle lowly before he pushed your underwear to the side, his middle finger now playing with you. „Yes sir,“ Katsuki couldn’t hear a single ounce of shame in your voice and he wondered how long you had been thinking about him like this before.

„I never expected you to be such a dumb, cock hungry whore,“ The sound of his belt hitting the floor was dull like it was far away from you but at the same time, you felt him closer than before. Strong hands around your waist turned you around and once again he lifted your head with his finger underneath your chin, studying your ruined make-up as if he was memorizing every little detail he never wanted to forget. The blond, muscular man lifted you with ease, your behind getting a small moment of cooling as it hit his wooden desk.

Bakugo dried your tears slightly with his thumb, smearing it even more. „Only for you,“ you whispered and in that moment he couldn’t stop himself, he just had to kiss you. Not sweet and gentle, but passionately and hungry, like he was poisoned and your kiss was the antidote. The hand behind your head traveling to the front as you were laid down completely.

„If I had known before I would have fucked you so much sooner,“ with one hard thrust he was buried deep inside of you, one hand over your mouth because he knew you wouldn’t be able to keep quiet and the other one around your throat, squeezing shut and watching you struggle against it slightly. Your professor was thicker than what you were used to and you didn’t know how good it would feel until now. With the first few snaps of his hips, you knew you never wanted to feel something else anymore.

Your hands went to his arms and you tugged on them, causing him to let go as the blood found its way back to your brain. „Color?“ he asked, afraid you weren’t able to handle him. „Green,“ was all you could get out before another moan cut off your ability to talk.

„Good girl,“ he whispered into your ear, kissing down from your earlobe to your shoulder before sucking on a rather sensitive spot. Both of your wrists were held over your head with his left hand, with the explanation that he doesn’t appreciate being stopped while using you however he pleased. The right hand was going from between your chest after he admired your bouncing tits thoroughly, to your stomach to connect with your most sensitive bundle of nerves. Bakugo switched from circles to eights, from fast to slow, but the harshness of his hips never haltered.

„I know you wanna scream right now, but I can’t allow that. Can’t let others hear what a dirty slut you are for me right now. I promise I will fuck you in my house if you behave now. You can moan my name as much as you want. Or maybe I will gag you, watch you drool all over yourself. Maybe I will tie you up and edge you for an hour straight until you’re begging me to fuck you, you like the sound of that, huh? I can feel you squeezing around me,“ another chuckle left his plump lips as he watched you struggle to stay up on your feet.

„Maybe I will let you choke on my dick while I work on something for the next lesson. Gonna use you as my little cum dump. Let you think about it again when I talk about it in front of the whole class. Do-,“ you were so close when a sudden knock on the door startled you both, but he never once stopped what he was doing, if anything he went even harder, whispering into your ear to be quiet for him.

„Hey Kat, your ex is outside and says she wants to talk, want me to send her in?“ It was the psychologist professor Shinso, his voice as done and deep as usual. „No, I’m occupied,“ Bakugo saw your mouth open after you fought so hard against it, he couldn’t let you moan, not right now. He did the first thing he could think of, spitting into it and watching you swallow. Oh, he would definitely film you do this with his cum covering you everywhere and the thought brought him slightly closer to his release. „Still grading papers huh? I don’t get where you got all of that energy from,“ his voice was blurred out by Bakugo whispering into your ear. „Do you want me to tell you what we're doing right now? Let him know I’m fucking my little toy stupid right now?“ And while you were shaking your head no it was the last straw for you and you found yourself grabbing his hand to put over your mouth, biting your lips until you tasted blood to muffle the scream you couldn’t stop. Bakugo cursed under his breath when he could feel you throbbing around his dick and your nails digging into his arm. „Tell her to leave me the fuck alone, she’s already forgotten,“ his voice sounded strained and you knew he was close as well. „Ah, I see. Well then have fun,“ his laugh was fading away the further he went.

„Can’t believe that made you cum, you’re even more perfect than I thought, such a dirty girl, tsk,“ both his hands are on your hips and he pulled your body against him with every thrust. You were still coming down from your orgasm when you felt his thrusts turning sloppy before he stopped completely, his dick now pulsing while he was holding you tightly. Breath uneven and getting stable on his feet again he turned you around, careful so he wouldn’t hurt you.

„Next time I gonna make sure you can’t walk but right now I need you to be able to leave the building,“ he pulled his pants back up and added: „Sadly,“ before walking around his desk.

It was still hard for you to stand so you sat down, wincing as the usually soft cushion now felt like thousand of tiny spikes on your bruised ass. Before you pull your bottoms up again he grabbed your wrist and pulled you up, once again with a stern expression on his face you were so familiar with.

„I apparently really fucked you stupid if you think I let you leave like this,“ having him put cooling cream on your bare bum felt more intimate than having him be balls deep inside you. „Sorry I just thought-,“ „Well, you thought wrong. I don’t know what kind of boys you had in the past but now that you have me there are going to be changes, got that?“

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[wakaoujisenhime]

Hello! Lots of love to you. 😘 can I request GoM+ Takao thinks reader is going to breakup with them but is actually not. It can be funny misunderstanding or angst anything really. Happy ending.

A/N: Lots of kisses for you my dear anon! 💋 I tried to keep them all the same length, but guess what?? I failed (✌︎ ՞ਊ ՞)✌︎ Hope you’ll enjoy these nonetheless!! <33

Tags: GoM and Takao x reader ✅ SFW ✅ fluff ✅ angst ✅ jealousy ✅

image/art source: Takao -> Pixiv (by もいさま)

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Kuroko:

Being in a relationship with Kuroko was filled with nothing but tranquility and love. The two of you rarely had any type of conflict with each other, but one very urgent problem you’d always had in mind was the lack of communication. Because your boyfriend was so silent and barely complained whenever something was amiss, you tended to misunderstand each other…

One morning after you’d entered Seirin’s school building, you immediately caught a glimpse of your blue-haired boyfriend, and just as you were about to go up to him and greet him with your usual hug, he wordlessly turned his back to you and disappeared in the crowd. His behavior was quite unusual, but you figured that he just didn’t see you and went on with your day.

Unfortunately, the young man kept showing you the cold shoulder on that day, and by the end of his team’s basketball training, he’d even gone back home before you.

“Did something between you two happen?” asked Kagami as soon as he saw your dejected reaction to the unexpected news. Your grip on your school bag’s rims tightened and you simply shook your head.

“Not that I’m aware of anything…”

“Then why don’t you just ask him?”

His teammates stared daggers at the tall young man who had once again said something insensitive, but to you, it was a simple summary of the constant problem between your lover and yourself, so you couldn’t help but giggle at his question and nod.

——

Just where have you hidden yourself Tetsu?!

Annoyance had distorted your usually calm facial features and was chasing away any of your classmates that hoped to approach you for whatever reasons. After Kagami had given you the necessary push you needed, you made it your mission to find your lover and confront him once and for all, but he was nowhere to be found. No matter who you asked, where you went, what you did, it was as if he never came to school. At times such as these, his low presence proved to be pretty useful and a damn nightmare for you, but you stayed vigilant and even decided to make use of some…unexpected tactics.

During the second break, you sprinted to your lover’s classroom, knowing fully well that he was already gone, and called for his partner, who only very reluctantly agreed to accompany you during your search. The plan you’d forged relied entirely on Kagami’s strong presence that - according to his teammates - was so strong that even the people who saw him daily couldn’t help but stare at him. You knew that Kuroko was more or less immune to this and preferred to look down at his book, so you were positive that with this plan you’d find the odd one out of the crowd pretty easily.

Luckily for you, the plan was a success and after just a couple of minutes you’d caught sight of the familiar blue hair, but when you locked eyes with your loved one, a sharp pain ran through your chest. Kuroko looked heartbroken and had to bite his lip to hide his anger and tears.

“(Y/N), this is your chance! Go! Run!”

The unexpected encouragement from the man next to you managed to wake you up from your trance and not even a second later you were running after your lover. Fortunately for you, he wasn’t that quick and on top of that, you were convinced that he ran extra slower than usual because somewhere deep inside of him he wanted to talk to you as well.

“(Y/N)…I-”

“We can’t continue like this Tetsu,” you began and intended to take a small breather before you continued, but the anxious face of your counterpart made you reconsider, “what I mean to say is, that we can’t ignore our constant misunderstandings due to miscommunication. I love you Tetsuya and whenever I am with you everything is nearly perfect, but we need to do something about your aversion of expressing your opinion and my reluctance to speak up about it.”

You couldn’t blame him for being so surprised that he couldn’t answer instantly since you surprised even yourself with how direct you were. Just as you were about to break the uncomfortable silence between you two, Kuroko unexpectedly wrapped his arms around you in a hug.

“Thank god…I thought you wanted to leave me for Kagami-kun.”

“Excuse me, what? Why would I-” you stopped for a moment and remembered the scene he saw just a couple of minutes ago before you corrected him, “…I needed his help to find you, since all of my earlier attempts were futile against the legendary Phantom Sixth man, you know?”

And with that small joke, you both chuckled, kissed each other, and decided to spent the rest of the break hand-in-hand, while you resolved the small thorn in your relationship.

Kise:

Being Kise’s lover was pretty tiresome and restricting. Since he was a famous model a lot of rules had to be followed by not only him but you as well.

Any selfies you took are not to be shared with anyone and not to be published. Bragging about him as your boyfriend was out of the question. Public dates? I think not.

When his manager had first thrown all of these at you, you were pretty stomped and ready to burst with anger, but he stopped you and after your talk, Kise reassured you that you would still do the majority of the things “normal” couples do, but you’d simply have to be more careful and aware of your surroundings than others. You trusted him of course and he didn’t lie, in fact, he made an enormous effort to provide you with a proper love life, one that you deserved. Much to your surprise, everything was working out just fine and you got used to the abnormalities of some situations pretty quickly, but as we all know life can rarely be filled with nothing but sunshine and rainbows…

-` EXCLUSIVE INTERVIEW WITH MODEL №1 KISE RYOUTA ´-

That was the headline of one of the many magazines your boyfriend was featured in. You always made sure to show your support for his career by buying almost every issue that had a section dedicated to your blond lover, that and the fact that the photographers and designers always made him look hotter than he already was. With a big grin on your face, you browsed the magazine until you found the corresponding pages and began reading yet another interview.

At first, the questions were pretty standard and tame, asking the young model what his future plans were, how he manages school, basketball club, and modeling without being stressed out at all, and many more similar questions such as these. Being his significant other, you caught a few lies of his that he had to make up in order to keep your relationship a secret and even though it didn’t sit entirely right with you, you brushed it off since you knew that he couldn’t help it. With mixed feelings, you read on until one particular question and answer caught your eye.

-` Q: A lot of your female fans have been constantly speculating about what type of boyfriend you’d make, what’s your take on that subject?

-` A: (laughs) Well you see, I hate to break it to everyone, but I like the type of women that don’t tie me down. I just can’t imagine myself being with the same person every single day, it’d be quite suffocating, you know?

You stared at that answer for a while, hoping that the words would just merge into something that didn’t sound so…ruthless, but to no avail. Just as you were about to continue your lecture, the front door to your apartment opened and the familiar voice of your lover echoed, filling your home with more life than before. While the blond removed his shoes and jacket you quickly hid away the magazine and forced yourself to smile, hoping that he wouldn’t notice…

——

“You damn idiot, what were you thinking?!”

“Oh (Y/N)…what do you even see in him?”

“I have never been more pissed off to be in the same team as you…”

The moment Kise had entered the gym to participate in today’s training all of his teammates had surrounded him and had begun reprimanding him for something he couldn’t quite understand because of how chaotic everyone was. It took a while, but when they became more or less calm he used to chance to find out just what’s got them so pissed off.

“Isn’t it obvious you imbecile?! That over the top answer of yours is what we’re so mad about”

“Kasamatsu-senpai I can’t quite follow…what answer are you referring to?”

After being kicked down by the shorter man and lectured yet another time, Kise finally understood just what this fuss was about. You’d been quite out of it since his latest interview got published, so the guys decided to find out what had you so bothered and the answer was, of course, Kise…who else?

“B-But I didn’t mean it! It was just for show an–”

“Does (Y/N) know?” interrupted Moriyama with an unusually serious tone. Your lover intended to answer fully confident that you were aware, but a small voice inside of his mind stopped him in his tracks. How were you supposed to know that he didn’t mean it when he never explained himself? What if the reason you’d been so absentminded these past few days was that you were planning on leaving him?

N-No…I can’t let that happen…i-if we break up then what am I–

“Excuse me, is Kise here?”

At the unexpected sound of your voice all of the members instantly shut up, turning to you, but before anyone could answer you, the blond took off sprinting right towards you and wrapping his muscular arms around your body.

“Please forgive me (Y/N)-cchi, I…I figured we’d been over this and that you know that no matter what I say to the press, I never really mean it. It’s all supposed to be a façade to make me more attractive to the public, b-but you know me, right? The real, insecure, weak, and ambitious me…the one that’s no good without you…”

Even if he’d taken you by surprise with his sudden hug, his words rendered you pretty much immobile and left you with no choice but to listen to his desperate apology. He held you tighter and buried his face in the crack of your neck. The moment you felt something wet drip down on your clothing, you wrapped your arms around him protectively, gently caressing his head, and kissing his temple all the while he whispered one apology after the other, begging you to never leave his side.

“I won’t ever leave you, Kise…I promise”

Midorima:

“…and with that, we’re coming to today’s last and unfortunately most unluckiest signs of all…Cancer!”

At the sudden announcement, Midorima flinched, grip tightening on his iPod, as he continued listening to his daily horoscope. His sign being the unluckiest out of all was quite the rarity and that alone was worrisome, but the fact that today’s misfortune was predicted to be in his love life made the man the more afraid. Usually, he’d ignore any prognosis that went beyond his career, but the moment you had become his girlfriend, Midorima couldn’t help but lend an ear every time the presenter of his favorite show mentioned the word love.

Your lover’s flame for you has been near extinction, I suggest breaking up with them before they do, or else this pain will haunt you for eternity…

With heavy steps, the green-haired man made his way to his school, lucky item in hand and a never before experienced fear deeply rooted in his heart. If possible he’d try to avoid you as much as possible today, so that you couldn’t break things off with him. He was aware that his behavior was quite over the top, but that was his way to cope with the anxiety of losing you - his most important person. In Midorima’s eyes this was a solid plan, but putting it into action was harder than expected.

Every time you jogged up to him with your angelic smile, your big and beautiful eyes that sparkled the moment you saw him, the energetic way you waved to your boyfriend when you spotted him across the hallway were so adorable and heart-warming that whenever he had to act extra cold towards you, it felt like his heart was being torn apart anew every single time. While he was beating himself up over his behavior, you simply shrugged it off and figured that he was on his usual tsundere trip for some reason and decided to ask him about it after basketball practice.

“Shin-chan sure is acting weird today, huh?” asked Takao with a hint of amusement in his voice as he sat down next to you on a bench in the courtyard. You simply looked up at him and nod with resigned smile on your face as you answered: “I’m somehow used to his antics, but something must’ve happened for him to act so…distant.”

The boy next to you studied your expression and despite his usual enjoyment of watching a misunderstanding between the two of you unfold, he could see how much the green-haired man’s behavior was weighing on you, so he broke his silence and told you about Midormia’s plan that he’d schemed following today’s horoscope.

——

“Midorima Shintarou, we need to talk…now!”

Your loud and sudden order startled the young man in gym clothes, who was mere movements away from throwing his umpteenth three-pointer, as well as his teammates. If it weren’t for the serious tone in your voice, he would’ve come up with some kind of excuse to dodge the upcoming conversation.

Now that the two of you were outside of the gym you didn’t beat around the bush and got straight to the point: “Are you seriously avoiding me all day because of Oha Asa’s words? Is that how little you believe in me and my feelings for you?” Your boyfriend never quite knew how to deal with such straightforwardness and seeing how with each question you uttered, the tears in the corners of your eyes grew, pushed him even further into a corner until he couldn’t handle it anymore and just needed to shut you up. Out of nowhere Midorima took a tight hold of your shoulders, seizing your frantic movements, and pressed his lips firmly to yours, kissing you in the process.

“…now that I finally have your attention, allow me to explain myself, will you?” he asked and waited for your nod before he continued “Look…I know I overreacted and to be honest, my behavior bothered me more than you think. I was just…j-just so afraid to lose you. Up until now everything Oha Asa said came true, s-so–”

Before he could finish his sentence, it was your turn to kiss him on the lips and use his moment of confusion to stop the train of negative thoughts that were about to overwhelm him. “I love you Shintarou…more than any horoscope could ever hope to calculate and sure, every time you listen to this show it all comes true, but did you forget that my sign is on that show as well?”

Your sudden question caught him a little of guard, but the moment you pulled something small out of your pocket he couldn’t help but smile to himself as a light blush spread across his cheeks.

“Unfortunately for you, today is my lucky day and your beloved presenter advised me to be more assertive than what I’m used to, and show my lover just how much he means to me.”

Aomine:

With quick steps, you neared the basketball club’s gym while frantically looking around for your boyfriend, who’d once again decided to ditch today’s training and laze around somewhere.

“Captain, we might have a problem!” you shouted out the moment you entered the building, ready to break the unpleasant news to the young man in glasses, who looked surprisingly relaxed, even though one of his best players was missing yet again. But before you could even say anything he simply put his hand up, motioning you to look behind him with his head, and there you saw the wanted man, crouched down while reading something.

With a heavy sigh, you joined Imayoshi and Wakamatsu, who was looking at the power forward with hopeless and annoyed expressions. After explaining to them that you couldn’t find him at his usual spots, you asked how they got him to join practice that quick.

“Oh you know…the usual” the blond said as he tapped a few times on his mobile phone, searching for something, and the moment he found it, he showed you the typical photo with which they always managed to catch Aomine: one of his favorite gravure magazines being held above a candle’s flame. You eyed the image a tad longer than what the men next to you were used to and then replied drily: “I see.”

The two players you were standing next to, were quite surprised by your reaction and couldn’t tear their eyes from your back as you walked towards the bench where their coach and manager were seated. They wanted to brush it off at first but the moment you had sat yourself down, your sad expression managed to guilt-trip them to such an extent that they immediately walked to the dark-skinned young man to lecture him.

“Aomine, you idiot, stop reading these things already!”

Said man didn’t even flinch at the sudden scream from the blond and continued looking through his magazine. Wakamatsu was already agitated enough and ready to throw punches at his sitting teammate, but the captain stopped him with an unobtrusive head-shake and took his chance not short after: “Ya see…your cute girlfriend’s over ‘ere and she looks mighty disappointed at the fact that ‘er boyfriend gives some random women more love ‘n attention than ya give ‘er. If ya keep that up, then who knows what could happen.”

It didn’t take much to annoy or upset your boyfriend and if you were as tactful as Imayoshi, you could do it whenever you felt like it, but this time he intended to make the man before him aware of what seemed to be a minor problem.

The two of them watched as Aomine finally closed his magazine and stood up, a terrifying glare fixated on the wall before him, and hissed out: “My relationship with (Y/N) has nothing to do with you, so don’t even butt your noses where they don’t belong.” He turned and just as he was about to leave and enter the practice match, he stood beside the man with glasses and stared at him with the same amount of bloodlust he had whenever he faced a strong opponent, and whispered: “Call her cute one more time and see what happens, captain”

——

What the hell is going on?

With a furious expression and gritted teeth, Aomine’s eyes followed your frantic movements in annoyance. He watched how you held Sakurai’s hands and whispered something to him to calm him down, how Wakamatsu ruffled your hair as thanks for bringing him a bottle of his favorite drink and a towel, and how Susa and Imayoshi patted your back while praising you. Today was the first time he actually noticed this, but now everything was making sense.

Since the beginning of this week, Momoi told him that she’d be away for two weeks and couldn’t manage the team in that timeframe. Her childhood friend wasn’t interested, so he didn’t ask any further details such as why she going away or who’d take her place for the time being, but now he wished he would’ve.

During her absence, he didn’t receive any of those dreadful SMS and for the first few days, he was living his life, skipping every single practice day. He did ask you a couple of times whether you wanted to ditch your class and come hang out with him, but he got rejected pretty quickly. Additionally, he rarely asked you out himself so the lack of messages from you wasn’t surprising to him, of course until he heard some of the substitute players comment something about how well you were doing your job as temporary manager.

“So that’s why you were so busy, huh?” he asked in his typical monotone voice the moment you had come back to the bench where he and the coach had taken place. Without sparing him even a single glance you took your clipboard and began explaining something to the older man. Seeing how you ignored him, paired with your cold attitude made Aomine involuntarily remember his captain’s words.

If ya keep that up, then who knows what could happen.

Your conversation with the coach was quickly wrapped up and not soon after just the two of you were left sitting on the bench. Your boyfriend’s deep blue eyes glanced briefly at you and observed how you were writing something in a small pink notebook that most likely belonged to Momoi. He never considered the fact that you would actually lose interest in him or perhaps even break up with him, but your recent behavior change matched exactly that and it scared him more than he let on.

The moment you finished writing and intended to pack everything up, a big hand took a gentle hold of your wrist. Slightly startled and taken aback you looked at the man beside you, who was covering his lower face area as he murmured something that only you managed to hear and understand.

Please don’t go…d-don’t leave me

A small smile slowly adorned your lips as you took his hand in yours, intertwining your fingers, and squeezing it ever so slightly. You figured that the reason he was hiding his face was because of the blush that had painted his cheeks in a shade of dark red. An unusual but very welcome sight as well as a great reward for the plan the entire team had come up with alongside you. The goal? Teaching your lover a small lesson that he’s surely not forgetting that quick.

Mission accomplished…

Murasakibara:

“Hey Atsushi, my friend told me they’d be opening a new store in–“

“Mmm…I don’t wanna go (Y/N)-chin”

You were stunned at the sudden refusal of your boyfriend even before you’d finished your sentence and couldn’t help but giggle to yourself as you looked at his slightly annoyed face.

Of course, he’d say that…

And with that prompt rejection, the conversation between you two died down and you wordlessly continued watching the movie you’d put on for tonight, while gently caressing the purple head of the large man who was using your thighs as a pillow.

——

“Eh? You rejected (Y/N)’s invitation again?” asked the black-haired young man while he handed his gigantic friend a tissue for his sticky fingers. With a slightly annoyed glare, Murasakibara snatched the handkerchief from him and hurriedly removed the honey residuals from the snacks he had finished a couple of minutes ago, before answering: “Of course I would…I’m not in the mood to go shopping for hours in this heat.”

The man’s laziness never failed to surprise Himuro everyone who has ever talked to him was aware of his quirks and despite it all, no one has ever left his side. The same goes for you as well. Since the first time you’d seen him, your heart already belonged to him. It was easier to pursue him than you’d expected since his team liked you very much and always helped you out by telling you about his schedule or when he’d come to practice. He was pretty cute once you got to know him better and unbeknownst to you, he had also fallen in love with everything about you. Your smile, the adorable way you tried to follow his basketball practice, the way you panicked when he told you that he didn’t like the type of candy you’d picked out, and everything else about you made his heart thump hard against his chest.

“You know Atsushi…if you keep your indifferent attitude up, your relationship might end pretty soon.”

“W-What do you mean…?”

With a perplexed expression on his face, Himuro took a glance at his friend who had panic written all over him, and reluctantly explained how you could feel neglected by him, or even think of leaving him because he seemingly doesn’t want to spend time with you. The purple-haired young man opened his mouth, wanting to protest but anything he said was immediately rebutted by his friend who told him that he was the wrong person to tell this to, and with that, Murasakibara sprinted out of the room. His destination: your home.

——

You were just out of the shower and preparing yourself to go to bed, when suddenly the doorbell starts ringing furiously, scaring you in the process. With a thumping heart and silent steps, you made your way to your door and took a glance at your peephole, needing less than a second to recognize just who had decided to spontaneously visit you this late at night.

“Atsushi, what are–”

“I’m sorry (Y/N)-chin, please don’t leave me! I-I promise I will go to that store reopening with you a-and to any other event you’d like, I’ll even do it without you having to buy me over with sweets, just–”

Thrown aback as you were, you took a tight hold of Murasakibara’s arms, squeezing them while you screamed at him to hold on and stop talking. Despite your reassuring words it took him a good while to calm down, so you made use of it and prepared some soft drinks, and put a couple of his favorite snacks in a rotating multi bowl set. After putting everything down on the small table in your living room, you got your boyfriend his favorite blanket, covering him with it, and finally sat down next to him.

“Now then, I’m almost afraid to ask you this, but…why are you pleading with me to not leave you?”

With his big and almost puppy-like eyes, he looked at you and asked with a slightly trembling voice: “S-So you really w-want to l-leave me?”

“Heavens no! Who even gave you that idea?”

The moment these few words left your lips, the tension finally left the young man’s body and he slumped back on your couch with a relieved sigh, whispering a silent thank god before massaging his closed eyes. You had never seen your lover being as worried as tonight and you figured that whatever has been bothering him must’ve been quite serious, and that made you in fact even more curious than before. Despite that, you figured you’d wait for him to start his explanation, or at least that was what you’d planned, but after a couple of minutes of nothing but silence, you decided to speak up and reassure him first.

“I’m not quite sure what happened, but it seems like you’re feeling bad for refusing my invite from some days ago, and well…I was kinda disappointed about not being able to go with you there, but I’ve known you for so long now and truth be told, I was prepared for such an answer so I’m not pissed off or anything, you know? You’re just the type of person to prefer staying indoors while lazing around…that’s just how you are and how I love you, so…”

You got embarrassed after a while and the young man’s missing reactions didn’t make it any better, so you eventually stopped mid-sentence and called out to him.

Silence.

“Atsushi…?”

You put your hand on his shoulder and gently shook him, causing his arm with which he was covering his eyes to fall to the side, revealing his slightly puffy eyes and sleeping face.

D-Did he…fall asleep…?

Who would’ve thought that your reassurance alone would have such an impact on him and cause him to fall asleep?

You giggled to yourself and gently caressed some strands of his hair away from his face, giving him a soft kiss on his cheek as you silently wished him a pleasant nap. A few seconds passed during which you contemplated whether you should go to your room or snuggle up to him, you picked the latter and as carefully as possible, leaned your head on his shoulder, closed your eyes, and missed the small smile that adorned Murasakibara’s lips.

Akashi:

Akashi usually isn’t one to get jealous of other people, since he is quite confident that there is no one better suited for you but him. And yet whenever he sees how you talk to Mayuzumi he can’t help but feel a tight pain in his chest and notice how his mood instantly drops. He’d immediately turn away from the sight of the two of you and go somewhere else, preferably the gym where he can either let his frustrations out on the ball or on some of the unmotivated basketball club members. When you were close to him during one of his bad days he was prone to behaving rather rude and harsh and even though he regrets it seconds after opening his mouth he just can’t stop himself. One day though, he truly lost it.

Everything was seemingly going well and then he saw both Mayuzumi and you come in the gym together, hand in hand, laughing, and worst of it all: you were blushing. The red-haired young man watched how his upperclassman helped you sit down on the bench and the way you two looked at each other made the captain feel sick. That’s when a certain thought entered his mind.

What if (Y/N) is planning on breaking up with me for….

While you laughed alongside the older member of the basketball club, you noticed out of the corner of your eyes the way Akashi approached you two and immediately sprung up to calm him down. “S-Sei, please calm yourself down!” you pleaded as you held onto his wrists, but no matter what you said he wasn’t listening, he only had eyes for the man behind you.

Out of desperation you wrapped your arms around the slightly trembling body of your boyfriend and began whispering how nothing was going on between the two of you, how Mayuzumi had only helped you reach the gym since you had sprained your ankle on the way, and how he had teased you for loving the captain too much. As if released from some sort of spell, the young man came back to his senses and returned your embrace in slight confusion. While you were quick to forgive and forget the sudden snap of your boyfriend, the grey-haired man behind you wasn’t in the mood to just forget how the first-year would’ve stabbed him with a ballpen if it weren’t for you. Luckily the other main team members came to calm their teammate down, while you excused yourself, took Akashi by the hand, and went out for a walk to help him calm down.

——

Holding tightly onto your boyfriend’s hand you dragged him off to a more remote area where you could properly talk to each other and resolve any type of doubts that seemed to sprout inside of his already restless mind as a sudden and unexpected whisper caught you off guard. You halted mid-step, turning to the young man behind you, and asked him to repeat what he’d just said.

After a short moment of reluctance, he nodded and did as asked. “I’m sorry for losing myself back there.” His sudden apology caught you quite off guard and made you forget your initial plan. The Akashi you knew rarely showed such enormous remorse for his actions, he might have finally found inner peace with himself and his insecurities, but that didn’t mean that he was now a completely changed man who’d thrown his entire pride away. Not being able to hold back your curiosity, you asked why he felt the need to apologize.

“The way I was ready to lash out at someone older than me, in the same way, I did with Kagami back then was uncalled for…not only that but your expression,” he paused, softly caressing your cheek and continued with a silent voice “that fearful expression you had when you saw me…I-I don’t want to see it ever again.”

Now I get it…

A sad smile adorned your lips as you squeezed his hand tighter. You were secretly thankful for his small outburst right now because it showed you not only that he indeed loved you as much as he usually told you, but also that despite his perfectionism he was very much flawed. He was afraid of losing you and equally afraid of you hating him for expressing these worries. Without saying anything you wrapped your arms around him in a hug and held him tightly as soon as he’d returned your embrace.

“Seijuro…please don’t try to tackle every worry you have on your own. That’s why we are a couple, right? Anything that bothers you, no matter how trivial or serious it is, please share it with me instead of tackling that burden on your own, ok..?”

His sharp yet beautiful eyes looked directly into your own before he leaned his forehead on your shoulder and murmured: “I know, it’s just…I’m still not used to having someone so dependable as you by my side, offering me so much support that I don’t know what to do with it.”

You giggled at his statement and kissed his head, thankful that you had more or less resolved one part of his issues, but more than anything you were happy that from now on he’d involve you more in his worries and problems.

Takao:

Everyone from Shuutoku warned you multiple times that being lovers with Takao would cause you to have severe trust issues and you didn’t believe them at first, but after a couple of weeks, you finally understood their warnings. The lively young man was surprisingly a jokester and tended to take certain things not serious enough for your preference, but since it was a part of his personality, that you’d fallen in love with, you decided to overlook it for the majority of the time.

Usually, his jokes were kinda misplaced and sometimes even more sympathy-inducing than fun, but they never failed to make you crack even the smallest of smiles. But lately, though his jokes started focusing on love and were constantly dealing with the topic of breakup or cheating and it made you quite anxious and hurt that he took these two so lightly without considering your feelings.

Day after day you put up with them until you just couldn’t take it anymore and interrupted him, saying that he should just stop talking for a moment. You were so agitated that you failed to notice his taken aback expression.

“Hey (Y/N)-chan, you do know that I’m just joking, right? There’s no need for you to take it seriously!”

There he goes again with the same excuse…

The young man attempted to take your hand in his, an usual gesture he made every time he upset you, but right now this was the last thing you needed. When his slender fingers brushed yours, you slapped his hand away.

“Not this time Kazu-chan…I’m sorry” you whispered and hurried off, leaving your boyfriend behind who was blown away by your reaction.

——

A few days passed since your little outburst and you’d been avoiding Takao ever since, afraid of being confronted with what you’d told him. You felt bad of course for treating him like that, but you were just not ready to talk to him yet and needed some time to come to terms with your thoughts first.

“What’s with you two always gluing yourselves on me whenever you have some kind of problem?” asked the green-haired young man who you’d forced to stay by your side since then. You responded with a giggle and told him that thanks to his confident behavior and direct words you felt placid and could sort your thoughts in peace. He simply sighed and looked at his lucky item for today, a silver ring with a small green jewel, which he’d once again gotten from his captain, who told him that it was yet another merch of his favorite idol.

“You shouldn’t avoid Takao so much. We both know that he makes jokes to hide away his insecurities and weaknesses and what do you think might happen if he sees us right now?”

He’s…right

You bit your lower lip and slumped forward, leaning your elbows on your thighs as you nodded a couple of times. Nothing good would come out of you brooding over this on your own and having Midorima with you wouldn’t make your little “fight” with Takao just disappear. Seeing you so lost in thought, the young man behind you had an idea, one that he didn’t entirely like, but right now all he wanted was to make you feel better, so he swallowed his pride and handed you the ring.

“Take it…i-it’s not like I’m giving it to you forever s-since it’s not mine and all…b-but Oha Asa said t-that Scorpio might need some k-kind of symbol o-of…love so” he stuttered as he held out his hand, the fragile ring between his bandaged fingers. You were at a loss for words at his gesture and all you could do was whisper out his name in surprise.

“Shin-chan! What do you think you’re doing?!”

Suddenly someone took a hold of your slightly outstretched arm and tugged on it, causing you to stand up and fall against their chest. You looked at the face of the person and it was none other than Takao who was glaring at his friend through glassy eyes. As if bitten by a bug Midorima jumped up and began protecting himself, but all you could focus on was the man who had his arms wrapped tightly around your body. While the two men insulted each other and bickered you realized just how stupid this entire situation was and couldn’t help but smile.

You placed your hand on your boyfriend’s cheek and turned his head, so that he was now facing you, and kissed him, shutting both of them up almost instantly. It took the young man a shot while to return your kiss, but when he did he also took the opportunity to properly embrace you.

“I’m sorry for overreacting Kazu-chan, it’s just that I-”

“No, don’t apologize (Y/N), I know I went too far this time. You know I love you more than anything else in this world and that I’ll never think about leaving you.”

The smile that adorned your lips widened as you nodded energetically and reassured him that your love for him is also one that will most likely last forever.

While you two made up, smiling at each other, the green-haired young man looked at the ring and grinned to himself.

I knew it…Oha Asa is never wrong

#knb imagines #knb scenarios #knb fluff #knb angst #knb x reader #gom and takao x reader #gom x reader #takao x reader #━𝙺𝙽𝙱 #━𝙰𝙽𝙾𝙽'𝚂 𝙴𝙲𝙷𝙾

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Burn The Witch 24 - Post Break Up [Bucky Barnes x Reader]

A.N: Thank you so much for your wonderful support and feedback my loves ! ❤ Here’s the next chapter, I hope you like it as well and please let me know what you think! ❤ Thank you! ❤❤❤

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Warnings: Enemies to lovers, lovers to enemies, fake dating, mentions of blood, sex, violence, death, manipulation, language, guns, knives.

Summary: Break ups are never easy.

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A real spy, a good spy didn’t get scared.

That was one of the most important things they had taught you back at the academy. Being scared got you killed, so you always had to look for weapons or something you could use to save yourself.

Save yourself, take the target down if you can, and if you can’t; get out of there as soon as possible.

For some reason, none of those options felt like they would work against the most feared assassin in the world. Bucky tilted his head, his gaze bored into yours and you stole a look at the counter from the corner of your eye to see what you could use against him.

“Oh come on, do we really have to do that?”

You grabbed the knife on the counter, flipping it in your hand.

“What kind of an assassin would I be if I didn’t fight back?”

He pulled his brows together.

“Fight back?” he asked but before he could say anything else, you had already lunged at him. He dodged the knife way too easily and grabbed to twist your arm, but you went under his arm and jumped to wrap your legs around his neck, using the momentum to make him lose his balance before you both fell to the ground.

“Brings back the memories,” you grunted and he got out of your tight grip quite easily to grab at you, but you had already jumped on your feet. You darted at him and he sent you back, your back hitting the wall hard. You fell on your knees and snatched the knife off the floor but as soon as you got on your feet again, he let out a breath.

“I’m not going to hurt you, okay?”

A hysterical laughter escaped from your lips, “You do realize that it’s not my first day, right?”

“Do you seriously think I’d hurt you?”

“I think if somebody crossed me the way I crossed you, I wouldn’t let them live.”

“Yeah well, good thing I’m not you.”

You frowned slightly, trying to catch your breath as you held the knife tighter.

“Then what the fuck is this?” you asked, “Closure?”

“Oh no I think we’ve had closure,” he said, anger dripping off his voice, “This is a transaction.”

You stared at him and he reached into his pocket to pull out a thumb drive.

Well.

Okay. It was clear that you had misread this situation.

You put the knife on the table and crossed your arms, leaning back, “What is that?”

“This is the information of everyone I hurt on my Winter Soldier days,” he said, “Dates, names, occupations…. Your father’s name isn’t on it.”

Your stomach did a painful flip, “I know,” you rasped out, “I… um- I found out after I left that night.”

“HYDRA doesn’t have anything on your father, as far as I’ve seen.”

You nodded slowly, “And you’re helping me why?”

“I’m not helping you,” he stated, “I just know how it feels to be manipulated into doing something. Everyone deserves answers, no matter how terrible people they are.”

Well, you deserved that and much more.

“I see,” you said, “Well, for what it’s worth, thank you.”

He eyed you up and down silently.

“Why did you try to get me out of the country?” he asked after a beat, “That night? Why did you try to help?”

You bit inside your cheek, commanding yourself to stay strong.

“Does it matter after this point?” you asked back and he let out a breath, shaking his head.

“I guess not,” he mumbled and walked to the window, making you take a step towards him.

“Can I—“ you spoke before he could jump out, making him turn around to look at you, “Can I ask you something?”

He shrugged his shoulders.

“Why would you not want revenge?” you asked, “It’s assassin 101. Why not come after me for all these months?”

Why didn’t you try to find me?

That was what you wanted to ask. As twisted as it was, you would’ve taken him coming after you over him forgetting about you.

Well, as it turned out, no one could say assassins were reasonable people when it came to romance.

“I’m not that person anymore,” he said, “And honestly? You’re not worth it.”

Ah. That.

You could swear your heart was cracking but you pursed your lips together, forcing yourself to look unaffected.

“Fair enough,” you rasped out and took a deep breath. “Goodbye Bucky.”

He swallowed thickly, his gaze fixed on you.

“Goodbye Shrike,” he murmured and jumped out of the window, leaving you all alone, standing there in the middle of your apartment. You blinked back the tears, then ran a hand over your face.

“Get your shit together,” you murmured to yourself, then grabbed the wine glass to down it.

                                             *

The next day you were so busy with the HYDRA files Bucky had given you that you barely noticed Keith pulling a seat to plop down beside you.

“Hi there.”

“Hey,” you said without pulling your gaze off the screen as Keith put a cup of coffee on the table. “Thanks man.”

“No problem. What’re you working on?”

“Oh just some old files.”

“Old files? Where did you get them?”

“Bucky gave them to me last night.”

Keith sputtered out his coffee, causing you to make a face and grab the napkins to wipe the screen.

“Is this your first time they let you out into the real world or something?” you asked him, “Like, what is this? Were you raised in a barn? I don’t want your fucking germs—“

“Screw you. You met Barnes last night?” he lowered his voice, looking around and you shrugged.

“Met is the wrong word.”

“Y/N, what the fuck?”

“It’s not like I texted him to meet!” you whispered, “He just showed up!”

“Okay, we need to give you some protection—“

“No, and you’re not telling anyone.”

“You’re not safe!” he whispered and you shook her head.

“He’s not gonna hurt me.”

“Y/N-“

“He’s not,” you cut him off, “If he wanted me dead, I’d be dead. I talk big talk, but trust me if he came after me, I wouldn’t stand a chance. I actually saw that last night.”

“Why was he there?”

“To give me this thumb drive,” you said, “I’m just going through this HYDRA stuff to see whether they had something on my father, whether— I don’t know, whether I missed something on our files.”

“We checked everything we had on HYDRA.”

“I’m just making sure.”

“What did he say?”

“Hm?”

“What did you talk about last night, when he showed up?”

“You know, typical break up stuff,” you murmured before peeling your eyes off the screen. “He broke into my apartment, gave me a thumb drive with top secret information and oh—before I forget, he said I wasn’t worth going after.”

He blinked a couple of times, staring at you.

“I’m sorry?”

“So much for civil exes huh?”

“More like evil exes,” he commented, “You know he’s being a jerk to you because you tore his heart out, right?”

“I can’t really blame him,” you muttered, “He’s right to be upset.”

“But are you okay?”

You scoffed a laugh, “I betrayed the one person who I could see a future with,” you admitted, “And six months apparently wasn’t enough to get over him. So no, Keith, I’m really not okay.”

He pressed his lips together.

“What if we got you out there? You know, maybe you can’t get over someone without getting under someone.”

“I’ve had sex in the last six months, that’s not working.”

“Barnes hasn’t.”

That was enough to make you turn your head, your whole attention on him.

“What?”

“We’ve um… we’ve kept an eye on Barnes and Wilson, you know, what they have been doing. Barnes isn’t even meeting people.”

“Maybe he is and you don’t know.”

“Nope,” he said, “He and Captain America have been going on their own missions, but since Accords 2.0 didn’t pass, we can’t touch them.”

You tilted your head, “Hold on, what missions?”

A big grin pulled at Keith’s lips.

“Y/N, are you asking me to share classified information with you?”

You arched a brow and eyed you up and down, then steered your office chair a little to the left.

“I’m glad you came back,” he said, dragging his fingers on the touchpad to find the files, “Things were getting a little boring here.”

                                                    *

As a spy, finding targets wasn’t something you were unfamiliar with. In fact, since coming back here you were beginning to feel less like a professional spy and more like a rookie in training. You were growing restless every minute you weren’t working, and maybe that was why you were dying to keep yourself busy with something.

Even if that something was completely forbidden by your agency and you would probably be sent to another country again if they ever found that out.

So searching for where Bucky and Sam were using the agency’s resources was probably a bad idea, yet there you were.

You took a deep breath, then approached their table and plopped down to the seat next to Bucky’s.

“You’re going after HYDRA’s leader?”

Bucky’s head whipped up and Sam gawked at you for a second before pulling his brows together.

“What the…”

“Who’s your source?”

“What are you doing here?” Bucky asked through his teeth and you crossed your arms.

“Paying back the favor.”

“Well don’t. I don’t want you here.”

“How did you even know-“

“I’m a spy, Sam,” you stated, “And the agency has been watching you, do you guys seriously think we've left you alone?”

“I was actually hoping you’d leave me alone, yeah.” Bucky growled through his teeth and your heart dropped to your stomach, but you managed to shake your head.

“I don’t—“

“Your agency has been keeping tracks on us?”

You nibbled on your lip, “Just because Accords 2.0 was a failure…” you trailed off and Bucky scoffed, drumming his metal fingers on the table.

“Why are you here?”

“Listen I get it, you hate me,” you said, “Fine. Not a big deal, I can live with that. But I just- I can help.”

Bucky stared at you as if he was waiting for you to say you were joking, but when you didn’t, he let out a bitter laugh.

“You’re not serious, right?”

“Bucky,” Sam said warningly and he threw his hands up.

“You can’t possibly be entertaining this.”

“I’m just asking what the agency knows, that’s all.”

You heaved a deep sigh, trying your hardest not to show your disappointment on your face. It wasn’t like you expected Bucky to welcome you, but you were at least hoping—

Well.

It didn’t matter what you were hoping, it was very obvious that Bucky would never forgive you.

“They’ve just been keeping tracks on you,” you said, “I don’t think any of them put the clues together, and they can’t touch you even if they did, you’d have to do something first. Especially after the last fail—“

“Oh you mean when they took me in after you lied to me about everything and leashed them on me?” Bucky asked you, “That fail?”

You clicked your tongue, “Yeah. That one.”

“Un-fucking-believable.”

“Bucky.”

“But I’ve been going after different HYDRA officials for the last couple of years, and I’ve spent the last 6 months going over everything we had on them, I know some of their locations. So going after HYDRA leader then? Or his super secret location? Why?”

Bucky narrowed his eyes, “Forgive me if I’m not in a sharing mood after learning about what a liar you are. As far as you’re concerned, we’re not doing anything.”

“But I’m trying to make amends—“

“Not interested.” Bucky cut you off and you swallowed thickly.

“You’ve seen me fight,” you insisted, “You’ve— you’ve seen how good I am at my job, okay? I just— I swear I won’t say anything to the agency, just let me help.”

Sam looked between you two and turned to Bucky.

“That’s not such a—“

“Don’t say it.”

“Even you have to admit, that’s not a terrible idea.”

“You’d have to be crazy to think you can trust her,” Bucky argued back, “I get that you always want to see the best in people, but you can’t, not with her.”

“I’m sitting right here,” you reminded him and Bucky shrugged his shoulders.

“I know, feel free to leave.”

“Don’t,” Sam told you and Bucky frowned.

“You’re joking.”

“Bucky, she could help.”

“And then turn us in.”

“The agency lied to me about my father, I’m not going to turn you in or do anything to have me manipulated by them again. Whatever the mission is, they won’t know about it, you have my word.”

“Because your word holds any value for me?” Bucky asked you, his voice way too calm and you clenched your jaw.

“The mission doesn’t require a honey trap,” he said when you didn’t answer his rhetorical question, “Thanks for the offer though, Y/N. Go to hell.”

With that, he walked out of the café and you just sat there completely frozen. You could swear your heart weighed a ton in your chest, and your eyes were burning but you quickly blinked the tears back, then shrugged your shoulders.

“That went well.”

“Do you really want to help?” Sam asked after a couple of seconds of silence and you nodded.

“Yeah.”

“Why?”

You scoffed a bitter laugh, “Other than apparently signing my own death warrant?” you asked, “I owe him. He doesn’t want to go after me for using him, fine. He still deserves justice. HYDRA destroyed his life, the least I can do is help him get back at them, make them pay.”

Sam raised his brows, “You feel that guilty huh?”

You didn’t have any answer to that, and he took a deep breath.

“Can I trust you?”

“You can,” you murmured, “I want you to, but… I wouldn’t.”

“Okay. Let me rephrase the question, will you betray his trust again?”

There was no hesitation in your voice when you spoke, “I’d rather die.”

Sam held your gaze as if trying to see whether you were sincere or not, then cleared his throat.

“Let me think about it,” he said, “I’m not saying no, okay? Let me think about it and talk with him.”

You nodded slowly, “Thank you.”

He shot you a small smile, then walked out of the café, leaving you alone there. You shut your eyes, leaning your head back and letting out a breath.

“Great,” you muttered, “This should be fun.”

Chapter 25

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