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manicpixiedreamcurl · 2 years

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Headcanon: Eddie likes making smart girls dumb

Word Count: ~2,620

Warnings: 18+ only. Minors dni. Dumbification kink (yup!), rough oral sex (m receiving), face slapping, degrading language throughout, reader is worry on legs and eddie lives to turn her brain off essentially. Reader says something mean but she's stressed and she APOLOGISES AND MEANS IT.

A/N: “Hey, Jo, don’t you have like five different proper wips that aren’t just these needlessly long headcanons your brain comes up with when you should be sleeping?” “Yup! Now read the needlessly long headcanon.”

“Maybe just a little break would do you some good, sweetheart?”

You shake your head, remaining as you are, hunched over your desk. Evidence of how you’ve spent the afternoon is spread across the table. Various empty coffee cups, your bright desk lamp, stacked textbooks, a colour coded periodic table, your lilac notepad that was new last week, now open a quarter of the way through, covered in black notes and pink highlighter lines.

Eddie arrived twenty minutes ago, uninvited, having not spoken to you properly in three days.

Since you were asked by a desperate Ms Loudon to tutor him in History at the beginning of the year, Eddie has improved in every subject he takes. You didn’t just sit with him and run through major events, didn’t just read his essays half bored to give him meaningless feedback. You taught him how to help himself. Finally, Eddie has the knack, the knowledge on how to motivate himself to just sit down and study.

It was a strange, sick relief to realise with finality that he wasn’t stupid like people thought. No, Eddie’s capable, smart even. But smart only goes so far when you can’t sit at your desk without finding yourself seeking out a joint, or a guitar, or a porn mag. These days, he gets Cs more often than he gets Ds or Fs on tests. More Bs on essays than any other grade. The first A he’s had since the eighth grade came, red and circled, in Art last week. An essay on Jean-Michel Basquiat with multiple scribbles reading “good point!”

Turns out, setting a schedule that works for him, taking breaks every hour for a Dr Pepper or a crunchy snack, sitting with you in the library so you can talk each other through your notes, works for him.

So yeah, he knows your way works better than his ever did, ever will. But shit, it’s a Saturday night, and the test isn’t till Tuesday. Chemistry’s a bitch, sure, but Jeff’s your lab partner and Eddie’s heard that you can draw structural formulas with the same ease as writing your name. Or drawing a love heart on his hand, the way you like to do sometimes.

He’s so grateful for you. Not just that he credits you as the reason he’s assured to graduate this year, but that, since he kissed you for the first time, leaning over a library table to hold your busy head in his hands, you’ve opened yourself up to him so sweet it makes his heart sore. You taught him so much, sharing your seemingly endless smarts, and you’ve let him teach you in return. How to play a power chord, roll a joint, let a boy like Eddie lay you down and master your body till you’re a writhing, crying mess with an empty head.

So now, watching you rub your sore eyes, stretch your sore back, crack your sore neck. Yeah, he wants to do something about it.

“I just think maybe you’re overexerting yourself this time,” he says from your pretty, flowery bed, shoes left at the door the way your Mom insists on, the rule held fast even when she’s out.

You feel your shoulders tense, frustration running up the back of your neck to clench your jaw. Why is Eddie even here? You didn’t invite him. Didn’t ask him to come sit a judge, share his unsolicited opinions on the way you work.

“You can think that, but I need to have these notes on carboxylic acid memorised tonight so I can focus on oxidising and reducing agents tomorrow. That gives me the right amount of time to study reversible reactions on Monday night.” You look at him with a tight smile, hoping you’ve explained yourself enough that he’ll leave it, now. “I have a plan, Eddie.”

“You always do,” Eddie grins, his bright eyes not working their usual magic. You look back to your book and sigh, frustrated that you’re using brain power trying to work out how to ask him to leave when you should be focused on reduction reactions. “But, I mean, how long will it really take you to learn what you need about, um, oxidising stuff, tomorrow? Don’t you think you could get back to the acids then, too?”

“Why should I?”

“Cause it’s a Saturday night. You’re exhausted. And deep down you want to watch Children of the Corn with me and cuddle.”

Your heart tweaks inside its ice cage, and you hate him a little then for trying to tempt you away. “Of course I want to relax, Eddie. That’s not the point.”

Eddie smooths his hands across his knees. “Well, what is the point? ‘Cause I really think you’d be better off taking some time away from all the books.”

The graphite at the end of your pencil snaps to leave wood chips, the final push that has you twisting in your seat and yelling. “You’re really not the right person to be doling out advice on studying, Eddie! The fact that you think wanting to relax means you should is the reason you’ve been a high school senior for three years straight!”

Eddie’s kind face goes hard. Your throat tightens with regret.

"I didn't mean that."

"No?" He asks, smacking his hands to his knees as he stands. Your heart fights its way from the ice, pounding and hot with worry. He’s moving to your door when you rush to him, grabbing his arms to hold him there.

"I'm sorry," you say, eyes watering, overwhelmed. Your brain is fit to burst, thoughts running wild. Eddie’s going to break up with you now, for being mean. Eddie’s going to break up with you and never speak to you or kiss you or touch you or smile at you ever again. "I'm so sorry, Eddie."

"I dunno. That was, uh, kinda mean, you know? Sounded like you think I'm dumb or something."

Your head shakes rapidly. "I don't think that. I know you're not dumb, Eddie. Please, I'm sorry-"

"You're sorry?"

"Yes. Yes, I'm sorry, I don't know why I said that."

"You gonna apologise to me properly?"

You stare at him.

There it is, behind the cold stare. He’s got what he wanted. There’s no way you’re going back to that desk now. Even in the low light of your table lamp, you can see the mischief, the satisfaction and anticipation. Eddie isn't angry, not in the slightest.

"Eddie-"

"You just told me you don't even know why you insulted me. That’s kinda stupid of you, ya know? Sounds to me like maybe, between the two of us, you might be dumb one. So maybe instead of arguing with me, you should stop pretending to know better and just let me be in charge, ‘kay?"

Your fingers flex on his arms, one kind of nervous tension leaving your body even as another creeps up. Eddie blinks slowly, like he’s waiting. When you don’t say anything, unclear on what he wants you to say, he sighs, takes his arms from your hold to grasp you. One hand, wide and strong, finds the back of your head, directing your gaze to his. The other presses against your throat, the contrast of warm fingers and cold rings sending shivers through you.

“Are you going to let me be in charge tonight, dummy? Do what I tell you, and nothing else?”

Your head would loll if it wasn’t for his grip, and you wonder if he knew that already. “Mm. Tell me what to do, Eddie.”

Eddie grins, hums, presses a quick kiss to your lips. He murmurs into the skin of your cheek. “Let’s start with you on your knees, ‘kay?”

You breathe a soft, affirmative noise as he pushes you down, down till your knees are pressed to the soft rug in the middle of the room. Distantly, you realise that Eddie stood right here on purpose. Knew you’d end up just like this while you were still in a tizzy at the thought of him leaving. The thought is gone in an instant with Eddie’s thumb digging into the back of your mouth, circling your tongue to gather drool. The other hand goes for his belt, the rough tug and the clinking sound making your clit ache. You watch, mouth open and pleading, while he unzips his pants enough to pull himself from his boxers. Eddie fists his pink cock with tight fingers, the spit he took from your mouth aiding a smooth glide.

It’s torture. You can smell him, the musk of Eddie’s cock, the lingering smell of his tea tree shampoo that he rubs through the thick, dark hair as the base when he showers. The pretty pink head is dripping white pre, more and more forced out each time his foreskin closes over the tip.

“Eddie,” you whisper, looking up at him to find his gaze focused on your desperate face already. “Please.”

“I’ve got a choice for you, dummy,” he says, hips jerking at the thought of what he’s about to offer you. “If that empty head of yours can manage it.” Eddie pulls his foreskin back, exposing the white cum collected there, and smooths it away with two fingers. “Open.”

You practically unlock your jaw, tongue exposed so he knows how much you want this. Eddie smirks, fingers finding your mouth. He presses the pads to the taste buds at the very back then drags them forward, covering your tongue in the masculine, salty taste of his cum. Your mouth waters, swallowing it down the second you can and following his fingers with your mouth, managing a little kiss to them before his hand is flat on your cheek. The sharp smack makes you squirm, eyes darting from his amused gaze to his cock.

“Good?”

“So good,” you nod, eyeing his tip, hoping for more.

“Hm. Here’s the choice then. My cum in your mouth,” Eddie widens his stance, bringing his cock perfectly level with your wet lips. “Or breathing.”

You groan, mouth opening wide again, knees shuffling desperately. It’s answer enough. Eddie laughs, grasps his cock at the base, and slides home.

“Shit,” he says, holding your head at either side. Your chin finds his heavy balls, throat long since used to taking Eddie all the way. The stretch, the plugging of your throat, is blissful. Nothing else is important now. Not tests or studying or broken pencils. It’s not your place to worry about that anymore, not your place to worry about anything. You just need to keep your mouth open and let Eddie enjoy your throat. His head rolls, long hair reaching down his back. Eddie groans through his teeth and returns his gaze to you. He finds your eyes red-rimmed and watery. “Shit, shit, shit.”

He keeps you there longer than you're used to, until the stunted breaths you can only take through your nose like this stop being just enough. You jerk, hands moving from your thighs to his, instinct forcing you to bat at him through denim. Your lungs protest enough that you gag, forcing him from your throat and back to your mouth. You take a desperate, gasping breath as Eddie’s cock leaves your warmth.

Another slap, quick and harsh. “You made your choice, dummy,” Eddie says over the sound of your returning breath. He clasps his base again, driving back down your throat but granting you the blessing of thrusting, giving you half seconds to breathe around his dick when the tip finds your tongue again.

Then he holds his hips still, hands covering your ears and bobbing your head like you’re a toy, made to move along his cock as he desires. The movement makes you dizzy, like your brain is knocking around your skull. “Fucking perfect like this,” he says. “Doing what you’re supposed to be doing, just taking my cock like a silly slut-”

Your nose meets the wiry hairs at the base of him with each aggressive push of your head, your eyes rolling back at the smell of him and the throb of his thick, perfect cock in your gullet. Everything now is just smell and taste and feeling. Nothing to think about, question or consider.

You want to rub your cunt desperately, but your own body wouldn’t allow it unless Eddie were to suggest shoving your fingers in your panties. Instead, you ache between your legs and keep your jaw wide for him. Your cheek throbs suddenly with another slap, no longer a punishment, but just because the way you take a little violence makes Eddie’s cock twitch happily.

“Who's fucking dumb, baby?” He asks, forcing himself down your throat again, waiting until you’re twitching and writhing. Below him, on your knees where you should be. “Who’s fucking dumb? Me or the slut who chose the taste of my dick over breathing?” He slaps your right cheek, crosses his hand over to slap the left. Your face tingles pleasantly. “Fucking-” Eddie presses forward, cock going no deeper, but just squishing his swollen balls against your chin. “Answer me, you stupid slut.”

You try. You try because Eddie told you to, but he’s blocking any sound that could hope to escape. The vibrations of your attempt at me, I’m dumb, travel up his cock and he groans. “‘M gonna cum,” Eddie pulls away, listens to the desperate gasp and the release of built up spit over his cock. He thrusts again, taking and giving you back his cock in quick succession, saliva dripping down his balls and covering your chin. “Gonna cum in your fucking mouth. All it’s good for. ‘S not for speaking, fucking talking back and insulting me, ’s just for sucking my fucking dick- shit!”

Eddie rests the head of his cock on your tongue, using the waves of drool you’ve given him to jerk his cock into your mouth. You moan happily the whole time, tongue finally able to do its job of licking at Eddie’s salty, smooth head for his pleasure. His cock twitches, throbs, and Eddie covers your tongue with ropes of his thick cum. You hold it, even when he takes his softening cock from between your lips. You open them to display it, a white pool in your pink mouth. Eddie huffs a laugh.

“You’re not impressing anyone with that. Just swallow it, dummy.”

Eddie’s cum flows, thick and wet, down your throat. The final slap turns your face to the side with its impact, leaves your cheek almost numb, You press your face back into Eddie’s hand, body knowing it’s always his touch that you need more of, even if it hurts. You sigh blissfully, feeling good, used, and empty.

“Come here, dummy,” Eddie says softly, throwing himself back on your bed and opening his arms with wiggling fingers. You climb into his arms without a thought, pressing your whole face to his sweaty neck. You lick a little, wanting another hit of the tastes his body provides. Eddie rubs a thumb over your aching cheek. “Feeling good?”

“Mmm.” Your clit is still crying for attention, your cunt has been leaking and ready for him since he pushed you to your knees. A faraway thought assures you that Eddie will get to that, once he’s eased you out of the headspace of degraded dummy back to his pretty, sweet girl who gets kisses between her legs for being so good and smart.

“This brain of yours, baby.” Eddie strokes your hair and kisses your temple. “You gotta learn to turn it off sometimes, you know?”

“Don’t need to learn anything.” You shift and squirm in your cuddle to find more of Eddie’s skin. “You do it for me.”

#eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fic #eddie munson headcanon

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forsworned · 9 days

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hi zizi! i ADORE your hesh content <3

i need to know your thoughts about what husband!hesh is like on his wedding night. do you think he’d wait until marriage or not? if not, what would he do to make your first time as husband and wife special??

Author's note: HI CHERRYYYYY thank you for the sweet words ;-; but here's what I think about how Heshy would be on your wedding night and how he would make you time with him as special as can be, bonus I added some wedding stuff too

HUSBAND HESH HEADCANONS ON YOUR WEDDING NIGHT & HONEYMOON

WARNING THERE IS NSFW CONTENT IN THIS!!

Knowing how much of a sweetheart Hesh is, he'd do whatever it is that you wanted with absolutely zero pressure

He just wants you as comfortable as possible whether you choose to have sex before or after marriage, or if you even want to have sex on your wedding night

Hesh is SOOOOO nervous, like this man is sweating bullets when he's standing at the alter and all the Ghosts are trying their best not to snicker at him

Of course, Logan is his best man while Keegan, Merrick, Ajax's Ghost, and Kick are his loyal groomsmen and they're all hyping him up

Even Riley has a special place beside him with a little bowtie

When you're walking down the aisle, Hesh just fucking loses it. Like he is legit sobbing because of how fucking stunning you are. You are the light of his life and the way that the sunlight was shining down on you as you're walking toward him, arm in arm with your father makes you look like a real life angel

And don't even get me started on the wedding vows, you guys are legitimately blubbering over one another with the most love dovey mushy bs that sends everyone into tears and sniffles

When he's finally given the go to kiss you, the man just has to do the class dip and kiss, carrying you down the aisle bridal style

Ugh and the first dance is so fucking adorable, my mans is holding you TIGHT, twirling you around the princess you are

He is just in constant awe at your beauty, cuz baby you are a fucking stunner

So getting to the good part now shall we, your wedding night is, of course, as romantic as can be.

He's taking you to the Mediterranean where theres loads of sun and pretty blue water duhhh (my mans is tryna get his tan on)

He totally tans so well too like he legit looks like a greek god when he's all bronzed up with those pretty green eyes FUCK

Anyways after the festivities you're both so worn out, still in your clothes as you climb into bed but he's convincing you to stay up

He prepares a bath and it's intimate as hell, from the scent of warm vanilla and ginger candles, to the sudsy-ness of the water to the way he is propped up behind you massaging your muscles and kissing your neck. It gets steamy to say the least.

But Hesh paces himself, he doesn't want to have it all at once. He loves teasing you, getting all riled up as gently kneads into you skin purposefully skimming over your erogenous zones.

Like he's so close to thumbing over your nipples but he doesn't or he's taunting your opening by only touching your inner thighs

It isn't until you're whining that he's chuckling against your skin and asking if you'd like to move to the bedroom

Of course, you say fuck yes, because how the hell are you gonna say no to that face

Like he's taking it slow, keeping his hands above your waist until you instruct him to do more

It's more with your hands tugging at his own to touch your sensitive spots and lithe moans than it is with your words and he's obliging as he lifts you to the bed and gently lays you back

Your bodies are both still a bit damp from the bath, lips never leaving one another's but then his lips are on your neck and sucking your earlobe and you're fucking losing it

And don't get me fucking started on he starts to go down on you!!!

It's a gentle tease, first upon your breasts as he sucks and nips at your buds and then it's his thumb skimming over your clit as you whimper under his touch but he's so needy for your taste

And when I tell you this man's eye contact is crazy intense, ahhhhhhhhhhh

He fucking loves watching you as he devouring your sopping wet pussy, humming at your clit as he's spitting all over your folds

You're literally coming in seconds and he loves overstimulating you a bit until your wriggling out of his grip

And this man is smirking down at you lickin his lips and shit while you're panting trying to catch your breath as you reach out for him and start to pump him

He can't help but roll his eyes are your heavenly touch and your just begging him to fuck you

And he's almost about to but you're suddenly sitting up and crawling toward him, lips around his frenulum and his fingers are tangling into your hair

But he's pushing back down and rubbing himself against your velvety folds and your arching your back, aching for him to fill you up

And you know him, he will literally oblige to any request of yours

The feeling of his girthy cock just slipping into your drippy cunt is enough to make you both gasp and hold onto each other

It's passionate as fuck as he holds you down in missionary, getting all sorts of angles and he knew that he should be flipping you into all sorts of positions

But fucking hell its so hot watching you under him, pleading for him to not stop thrusting into you as you claw into in his back and grip his biceps

He loves the heavy eye contact and the occasional smile and laugh slips out of your lips because it's so damn hot that way you want each other so bad

And Hesh is always finding that sweet spot when he angles his hips just right and then he drives you over the edge as he swipes his tongue over his thumb and circles over your clit

When I tell you this man gives you the most toe curling, spine shuddering, euphoric inducing orgasm

Like holy fuck and he can't even go on for much longer because he's cumming soon after you

Fucking his cum into you as he kissing you so passionately and then he slowly glides out of you, pussy still pulsating against his cock and he's admiring his handiwork

Creampies are his favorite past time with you

And then he's giving you the best aftercare, holding you close in his arms and kissing you all over your face

Telling you how you're the most beautiful bride and how angelic you looked

And gosh he really knows how to make a woman feel special because now you're crying and that makes him cry and you're both wiping away each other's tears

"I'm not crying, you're crying." over and over again to one another as you start to laugh

You legit fall asleep with your fingers intertwined and it's so so so sweet awwwww

And when you wake up it's followed by morning sex and room service

Like this man loves making you cum and will not stop until you're satisfied its soooo hot

But anyways your first actual day as husband and wife is full of intermittent sex and honestly some of it is pretty public and moreso you're idea

You're pulling him into alleyways and hiking up your skirt so he can have access to your pussy and he can't even deny how hot it is when he's covering your mouth and stuffing his cock deep into you, strangers not completely unaware of your scandalous presence

Lowkey poor Hesh because mans just wants to do innocent stuff like get couples massages and going mudding together which you do do but he’s not stopping the little sexual escapades alongside the cute honeymoon he had planned out

His favorite thing to do at the beach is go looking for beach fossils and seashells so that's what you spend your morning doing

And then he's taking you sailboating and he has his arms around you while he's single-handing the boat as the sea breeze whips past you both til the sun begins to set

When it's night he's honestly the type to want to go to a tiki bar and one minute you’re enjoying each other's company and he says he needs to use the bathroom and you’re looking at your watch getting a little worried for the man

But then you turn around and he’s in the middle of a conga line and you simply have to whip your phone out to record and send to your new brother-inlaw, Logan

To which Logan would definitely send to the Ghosts group chat and they're all roasting tf out of him

And then suddenly you're getting pulled in for a dance and Hesh is such a sloppy, sweet drunk just telling you how beautiful you are

Of course, he has to end the night in a cabana under the stars and he's telling you all about the constellations and shit because he and Logan were boy scouts for years

And then he suddenly points to a star and he's like, you see that star right there, sweetheart?

And you're like, yeah what about it? lowkey you're melting at how he calls you sweetheart

And he's pulling out a certificate of the star he bought for you and named after you

And my God when I tell you the way you start bawling crying makes him cry like Hesh is so emotional idc idc idc what anyone says

He's such a softie especially for you his WIFE

Needless to say you're fuckin nasty under the stars and you're proud to be called Mrs. Walker

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authortobenamedlater · 2 months

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E2 deep dive, once again under a cut to be extra careful of spoilers.

Where is Dr. Halsey, the world wonders?

She’s in an oddly comfortable and well-lit place to hold a war criminal, playing a game with what turns out to be a flash clone. Maybe of herself? Young Halsey had red hair and brown eyes? Well, I always knew that blond hair wasn’t growing out of her head. She keeps asking the flash clone about “the man” but the clone dies before she can answer. One gets the feeling this has happened before.

Riz still has lingering pain from taking a plasma grenade that would have killed a mere mortal. Understandable, even if Spartans heal and recover at lightning speed. Interesting bit of info from Kai that the emotion regulator acts as pain relief, since physical and emotional pain are processed in the same region of the brain. Yet Riz would rather have “a bullet in [her]” than put the pellet back in. She’d rather feel pain than feel nothing, we discover as she struts away in her tank top and leather pants.

Jumping ahead a bit, but since we are talking about Riz, who’s this Louis guy? I don’t remember reading about him in the admittedly very few books I read. He and Riz are tight, though. Maybe a former couple? And who IS that Danilo guy Louis takes Riz to see? A massage therapist? Psychic? What’s with this “your life is yours now” line? Foreshadowing? It’s a little weird.

I know I’ve been beating the “John is a broody introvert” drum for like two years, but WOW is he earning that reputation this season. He keeps talking about Makee, and she’s part of his troubles, but the other part is Cortana. He’s in denial about how not OK he is without her.

Kai, of course, knows something is up as she and John stare at a board showing the status of all Spartan teams. A status board that is not computerized. Well, Fenway Park will probably still have a manually operated scoreboard in 500 years, so I guess FLEETCOM can too.

Back to the matter at hand. Kai knows John is hurting. She tells him “We’re more than just—“ More than just WHAT? Let her finish, John you emotionally stunted dunderhead! Nope, you’re too busy fixating on Cobalt, for whom your concern is endearing if not a little inordinate.

There seems to be some ongoing…I don’t know if tension is the right word, but something between John and Kai over Kai shooting Makee.

About the status board. We see at least five teams: Silver, Gold, Cobalt, Omega, and Sigma. Blue Team is conspicuously absent, but if they got slipped in like this there would be pitchforks and torches outside Paramount HQ. I will use this to feed my headcanon that Blue Team is the Spartans’ SEAL Team Six and officially does not exist.

Maybe this is nothing, but silver, gold, and cobalt are all metals in addition to colors. Does this timeline use metals instead of colors to identify Spartan teams? Doesn’t explain Omega and Sigma, though.

After watching who knows how many flash clones keel over in front of her, Halsey finds out Ackerson is the “nice man” sending them in and he’s the one holding her prisoner in what turns out to be a holodeck of some sort. He doesn’t outright say the clones are of Halsey, but his “any resemblance is purely coincidental” line smells like BS to me. Halsey gets the award for most flash-cloned human in history, probably.

At any rate, Ackerson and Halsey know each other, a departure from First Strike and Ghosts of Onyx, but their rivalry will be even better face to face. Ackerson’s agenda, whatever it is, most intriguingly to me involves keeping Halsey alive. She was sentenced to an Article 72 at the end of S1 and in the last episode she’s seen leaving Reach. So how did she get back here, and into basically the Pentagon with nobody seeing her? Why does Ackerson need her alive?

Laera is not having any of Soren’s crew’s shenanigans and I don’t think this will end well for them. She hasn’t survived however many years married to Soren-066 by being a dummy. Kwan is still hiding out in that cave and running from her indentured servitude. Are we gonna get an explanation of this or…? Again, do Soren and Laera know she’s here and Kessler is going to see her?

I’m SORRY but the John/Kai implications when Ackerson is talking to Kai? “I know how long you’ve been together” “I understand what he sees in you.” WTF, buddy? I know he’s using this to try to get to Kai, but if he didn’t think there was something to it, he wouldn’t bother. Kai doesn’t refute any of it, either.

More evidence of Ackerson’s agenda comes when he talks with Cortana, who in addition to getting a makeover is cloistered in a holotank and stuck running simulations. Presumably about the Covenant hitting Reach. I’ll speculate that Ackerson is purposely keeping her separate from John because together they might dismantle whatever his plan is. He’s kept her from accessing “external systems” even though she says they might improve her simulation’s accuracy. Basically, he needs to keep her contained.

Cortana’s “you won’t visit again, according to the simulations” line. Is she predicting Ackerson will die on Reach? He survives to the Battle of Earth (Halo 2) in game canon. We also see him with Kai in the trailers and I’m presuming they’re on Onyx. Does he die on Onyx? Or is this not related to him dying at all?

John inadvertently crashing the Perez family dinner is great. The grandmother’s “You’re very large” observation is 🤣 The reference to the “Spartan Attack” game gives us a look at the wider universe. We have Call of Duty and other such games, why wouldn’t this world have something similar? I’m also all for Silver Team going around the galaxy picking up honorary Spartans. John doesn’t realize that’s what he’s doing but he is 😂

They gave Carter’s famous “the Covenant’s on Reach” line to John, nice touch.

Lastly, Makee is somehow alive. I like it less than my headcanon of her Halo 5 Cortana gambit, but I’ll allow it. Covenant must have some serious medical tech, which given how advanced they are vs. humans, could track. The Makee reveal doesn’t surprise me. I said right after S1 that she was too good a character to just be gone. It does, however, feel a little cheap to have her walking around like nothing happened. I seem to be one of the few who actually liked her and thought she was a good foil for John (The Scene notwithstanding), so I’m interested in seeing where this ends up.

Still no sight or mention of Miranda, but Olive Gray is listed in the credits. This means we HAVE to see Miranda at some point since there are union rules about this. Once upon a time the rule was anyone appearing in at least 8/22 episodes had to be credited with the main cast (Babylon 5 fans will make the connection that Warren Keffer appeared in exactly eight episodes 😆), but I don’t know what that looks like now. Anyway, I have some theories, but I’ll save that for later in the week because this show makes me chatty.

#halo #halo spoilers #halo tv show #kai 125 #john 117 #master chief #James ackerson #Catherine halsey #talia perez

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spidermilkshake · 3 years

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“Memento Mori”

Xigbar sans eyepatch is, uh... a sight to behold. Also his hair down. But you hardly notice that detail. <w< I discovered something rather interesting about Xiggy's BBS concept art, back when he went by Braig... his eyes (both of them) are absolutely supposed to be his normal yellow, not the brown that shows up in his model. His ears are already pointed. Further cementing that weird trans-species "X'nort eyes" and ears phenomena they bullshitted up for KHIII was... probably started by modeling errors. I.e., the rushed modellers for the characters couldn't easily make out the features of the characters from Nomura's scribbly-ass concept drawings and they weren't the same ones who modeled the Org. XIII members in previous games (being on the portable console team, not the main releases) and oopsed a bunch of human-ish features onto the elf-y looking characters. And I guess they got corrected later for Braig's "one eye gone" version, but the damage was done and they just decided to roll with it? And BS up an answer later? Seems plausible, considering how I am very much not joking about how "scribbly" the concept art for a lot of the Radiant Garden characters is. Look at Xaldin's/Dilan's--the sketch for his other hand isn't even done. The concept art wasn't even finished! Video game development crunch sure will ruin cohesive plot. Hell, it'll ruin the game's ability to keep its characters eye colors and ear shapes consistent. XD

Anyhow, game development critique over--enjoy the candid view of Xigbar remembering that one time when he was a bit gullible and sketchy (and much younger).

#tw body horror #tw damaged eye #tw scopophobia #kingdom hearts #headcanon #hold on tight it's headcanon bs #xigbar #memento mori #digital media #portrait #eye #organization XIII #old injury #scars

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dwaeki · 3 years

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beomgyu as ur bf ! (random headcanons)

pairing: beomgyu x gn!reader

genre: fluff, comedy

warnings: none other than poorly written fluff, intended lower case and maybe some spelling errors :D

a/n: YET AGAIN I WENT WITH THE FLOW SO SORRY IF IT'S KINDA BAD- keep in mind that english isnt my first language thank you <3

another one of my ults nfakjnglkejngr

you're dating a clown-

honestly, how do u even survive because he's actually so annoying

but he loves you though, i promise <3

an actual brat.

teases you a LOT !!! but never in a mean way.

if you trip over your own feet and fall, he's probably going to laugh at you, offering his hand to help you up but then quickly pulling it back to mess with you!

or if you accidentally drop your phone, spill some water on yourself, etc. he's going to tease you,

"y/n, what are you? a 3 year old?? you can't even walk without tripping, HAH, DUMMY!!!!"

loves to push your buttons to get different reactions out of you :D

he's quite empathetic though, so it's never his intention to hurt your feelings by poking fun at you.

if he notices that his teasing is making you uncomfortable or insecure he will not hesitate to stop,

making you feel loved and appreciated is his number one priority <3

he's determined to make you laugh, because when he hears you giggle... phew he's on cloud 9,

knowing the fact that he's the reason you're grinning from ear to ear is just such an ego boost :(

he will do anything to make you smile and i mean anything...

even if it results in him looking like a fool 😞

you two go grocery shopping together <3

honestly, he sometimes embarrasses you to the point where you regret bringing him with you in the first place 😐

like you've literally just entered the store and he's already whining, asking if you're done yet so you can finally go home and cuddle at once !! :/

it's usually just you doing all the shopping while he follows you around,

he's just there to assist you when you can't reach the high shelves‼️

the store you go to is pretty small and very close to your neighborhood, so you're basically familiar with everyone who visits it.

there's this one sweet lady with a kid around the age of 10, and beomgyu swears that "the child is a devil!!"

he has already made enemies... with a 10 year old-

you had to apologize to his mom multiple times because your 20 year old boyfriend couldn't stop bickering with her son.

he also helps you do your chores !!

he's very playful, hence anything can be fun if beomgyu's around :D even boring things like washing the dishes or cleaning your room (no offense to whoever likes it)

he turns everything into a game, a competition to be more precise...

"whoever finishes washing the dishes last has to buy the winner their favorite snack 😋😋"

even if he wins, he still ends up buying you the food of your choice, not letting you spend a single penny on him!!

he competes with you just to rile you up, making bets such as the one mentioned above to keep you determined, not because he actually wants you to do anything for him.

except giving him your undying love and affection of course :D

he's literally so clingy

you usually visit him at the dorms when he's not busy

the second he hears you knock on the door he's quite literally sprinting towards you

you can hear the members complain that he almost pushed them over

once your boyfriend opens the door, he engulfs you in a tight, bear hug™, picking you up and spinning you around, making sure he crushed every single bone in your body <3

the others just watch you get the air knocked out of your lungs in amusement.

speaking of the members, beomgyu always dreamed of you getting along with his best friends,

but once his dream came true he kinda wished it never did </3

you get along a little too well for his liking :/

how come you just laughed at one of yeonjun's jokes right in front of your toddler boyfriend?!?!??!

unacceptable!!

the entire night he either tries to crack as many jokes as possible to "redeem himself", glaring at an oblivious (and also mildly concerned) yeonjun from time to time

or he starts being poutier and clingier than usual, asking for a kiss every 5 minutes or straight up just dragging you to his bedroom and not letting you go until you cuddle for at least an hour

but in all honesty, he's so relieved that you and the boys are bonding !!

you having a good relationship with his friends is very important to him <3

he's not jealous at all because he knows that you love him and him only :)

he babies you to no end !! (even if you're older than him)

you do something as simple as drink water and he just coos at you

"AWW !!! you look so cute when you drink water like that :("

your number one fan!!!!!

hypes you up and brags about you to everyone <3

if you're wearing a new outfit he will notice right away and just stare at you in awe the second he sees you, won't forget to comment on how gorgeous/handsome you look ;)

also likes it when u compliment him back, it really means a lot <3

please keep feeding his ego he loves it when you notice small details, it makes his heart flutter

you two nap together a lot

if you're not the one for naps you just lay there, next to him, his arms wrapped around your frame tightly as he nuzzled his face in the crook of your neck, sleeping peacefully.

he looks so peaceful and cute when he's not annoying the hell out of you <333

you sometimes snap pictures of his sleeping state and then set it as your wallpaper/lockscreen :D

once gyu found out about your little antics he got extremely cocky

if you ever changed your lock screen to anything but him, he'd get all whiney, begging for you to change it back

also snaps a few pics of you sleeping/just existing peacefully and puts it as his so you two can have "matching wallpapers" <33

he also lends you his jacket if you're ever feeling cold

lives for how cute you look basically buried in his jacket, sighing in content as you're finally warming up a little

if you get tired from walking he's going to give you a piggyback ride <333

laughs and giggles as he lifts you up from the ground, your chest flushed against his back as he carries you to your destination :)

if you did something that upset him and he's scolding you he's just gonna:

"y/n, you're such a dummy!" *holds your hand* "that was very careless of you," *kisses your forehead* "i want you to know that i am very angry at you." *cuddles you aggressively*

while most of your dates are at home,

amusement park dates are very common as well :D

you go on various roller coasters, circular rides, take a few breaks in between and get ice cream or cotton candy

but your favorite ride by far are the bumper cars!

you just race, crash into each other at full speed or get into the same car and absolutely destroy your competition !! (the competition in question are just a bunch of 7 year old kids trying to have fun)

he seranades you :(

learns a bunch of love songs that remind him of you on guitar and sings them to you whenever you're able to hang out <3

he has a playlist full of love songs dedicated to you

offers to give you some free guitar lessons, if you ever want to learn how to play yourself :)

you both also have a collaborative playlist on spotify, along with playlists for each other you update regularly <33

when he's sleepy he's so soft with you :(

he's looking at you with hooded eyes full of love and adoration, you can tell that he's trying his best to stay awake for a little longer, but his eyelids are getting heavier by the second, his voice lower than before

"hey, y/n... you know i love you right? i love you so much that my heart aches whenever i look at you..."

pulls you in closer, if that's even possible, and holds you gently as if you were going to break if he wasn't careful enough,

probably leaves feather kisses all over your collarbone before whispering a one last "i love you" for the night and falls asleep.

yeah... thoughts are being thunk right now y'all-

he really loves you to the moon and back :(

overall your relationship is very chaotic and just.. weird in general.

good luck dealing w/his bs <3

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neoheros · 4 years

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sneaking out headcanons feat. gym 3 squad ♡ — also this is all gonna be set in an au before or without the quarantine, so don’t leave your house please!! social distancing is important and people are dying!!

kuroo tetsuro

listen LISTEN

sneaking out is terrible and you should never do it because it’s dangerous and risky

and you as the woke and understanding gen z that you are definitely respected that

but , BUT , BUUUUT !

the minute your boyfriend snapped you a photo of him in his car with him rubbing his tired eyes captioned “couldn’t sleep, dreamt of u”

your morals were OUT THE WINDOW and now it was your turn >:// !!!

kuroo: i know it’s 4 am but what’re the chances you’d hop out for a quick trip to chick-fil-a 👉👈

you, purposely taking two minutes to reply: why are you still awake

kuroo, who knows you like the back of his hand: babe don’t lie to me, it’s embarrassing for the both of us x

so you agree !! because it was kuroo, the love of your life, the man you’d simp for, and he’s paying for food so hell fricken yeah

you throw on a hoodie, lock your doors, fluff up the bed to make it look like someone was sleeping in it just in case and you gently make your way towards your window

due to personal reasons, you want to pass away

you suddenly remember why you hated sneaking out and boy — the food kuroo was buying you better be worth it

the only way you were actually gonna get down from your two story house that idiotically doesn’t have a roof ledge was if you grab onto the tv satellite that latched by the sill

from your window you see kuroo’s car parked by the trash cans near your house and he’s got his windshield down signaling at you

mfer pulled out his phone from his pocket and waved as he zooms closer to your figure and he SMILED ?

you were in a dilemma?? and he had the audacity???? the fricken audacity???

kuroo, snapping you the vid he took: babe please you’re so cute you look like a tiny gremlin

you: had me in the first half, not gonna lie

it was a MOMENT for you !! but you just say what the hell and go for it anyways because you only live once apparently and sneaking out with your boyfriend at 4 am was better than sleeping

you grab onto the satellite ridge and you pray for mercy that it doesn’t make a sound or loosen up because if anyone found out you were doing this it was definitely kuroo’s ass on the line

while you’re struggling to get down, kuroo’s just in the car ??? laughing his ass off at your current state and you swear that he’s still taking photos

you get down on the cement safely and instead of him pulling up closer to your drive way naaaah he makes you walk to where he was at 😤

you, getting in the car: if i dump you by the end of tonight, just know that the only reason why i didn’t do it sooner is because i wanted food

kuroo, putting on your seatbelt: we’ll get back together in the morning, i’m not worried

so the two of you make your way to chick-fil-a, get food via drivethru and eat in the parking lot with the doors open and the windows down

he still looks very tired and before you even realize it it’s already 6 in the morning

you catch him yawn every few minutes and he always reassures you that he didn’t mind staying up this late :(

he’s baby

kuroo: lets get you home, are you gonna dump me yet?

you, kissing his cheek: no, i kinda love you

kuroo, less sleepy with a lazy smile on his face: aha simp

tsukishima kei

bro if you think he’s a goody two shoes boy who won’t ask you to sneak out at like 2 in the morning , you are so wrong

canonically, he is the most devious and logical character in the entire anime and if he wants to go out with you before the crack of dawn — he fricken will !!

he’s gonna be so sly about it too, nah, he gon make you think it’s your idea to sneak out

tsukki, texting you a tiktok of homemade shrimp rotini at 2:35 am: look what yamaguchi sent me

yamaguchi, who fell asleep three hours ago and absolutely is not in any state to send tiktoks:

so you’re there like ??????

bruv you were just tryna scroll through your twitter feed in peace, why the hell would he send you that like that’s so uncool

because now you were sleep deprived and hungry

you, close to tears: does your house in hell have a pool or

tsukishima, unnerved: i don’t like the concept of swimming

he’s gonna go on about how he didn’t realize what he did and how he’s kinda sorry for waking your hunger but you weren’t born yesterday !! you smelled BS !!

so you facetime him, ready to go off on how unsorry he is and you can already imagine the shit eating grin he must’ve had on

he answers after three rings and he’s in a MFING yellow hoodie with the dinosaur print in the middle, his hair neatly tucked and you just know that he’s got his keys on his fingertips

you, defeated: i’ve been played

tsukishima, heading out the front door: i deny all accusations

you’re not even upset though because this was a perfect opportunity to try the stability of your roof ledge and tbh? who wasn’t unreasonably hungry at 3 am

turns out climbing out your window was harder than you thought and you may or may not have gotten two new bruises on your wrist just by trying

safe to assume that you fell on your ass and since the universe has a particular hatred towards you, your boyfriend arrived at the perfect time to witness all of it

tsukishima: how are you gonna kiss me when you’re too busy kissing the ground

you, tears on your cheeks: if i wanted a bully instead of a boyfriend i would’ve SAID SO

when you get in his car, the first thing he does is ask if you’re okay though and he’s checking your wrists and hands for any scratches or bleeding because 🥺

tsukki: you’re such a clumsy idiot what the hell

tsukki, kicking down the pavement when you’re not paying attention: 💢🪓

you guys end up going to numerous places because most of the drivethrus in town were already closed

you see him get tired behind the steering wheel and you almost have the urge to offer to drive but you didn’t really feel like crashing his car any day soon so

you: lets just head to starbucks hm? get some coffee?

tsukishima, feeling bad because he knows you wanted to get food: we don’t have to

you, in love with him: if you say no i will willingly walk all the way to starbucks by myself , what , you think i won’t do it

so you guys go there and order a couple double shot espressos with a side of scones and muffins and the entire time you’re just trying not to shiver because name one starbucks you’ve been to that hasn’t been unreasonably cold huh i dare you

he notices this and he gives you his hoodie and ITS JUST THE SOFTEST THING OKAY BECAUSE HE’S COLD TOO BUT HE JUST WANTS YOU WARM

you: i knew it, you love me too huh 😌

tsukishima: unfortunately so

akaashi keiji

AKAASHI IS LEGALLY THE BEST BOYFRIEND IN THE WORLD !!

like he cannot be a bad boyfriend ?? it’s impossible for him to be so ?????? he’s just built that way ????

he’s the ultimate mixture of respect and self love , god was just like “let’s make this one perfect !!”

he’s DRIPPING in love each other juice and he eats kindness for breakfast so ha !

he physically cannot say no to you because he flat out adores you

( except when he feels like you’re wrong or being irrational to which he’ll politely correct you and educate you because that’s on what? that’s on having a healthy relationship ♡ )

so when you hit him up at 5:23 in the morning after a series of tiktoks that he has yet to see and react to you about, he’s kinda alarmed

but then again he’s also not ?? because let’s face it, at this point, he’s used to you spamming his inbox

the last thing you sent him two minutes ago was a text saying “bro just imagine this: you and me at a maccas drivethru with two oreo flurry’s and a box of 20 piece chicken nuggets — immaculate”

and you didn’t really expect him to reply?

it was five am and you were absolutely shit talking but when you saw his face time status go online you were just like ?????

akaashi, snapping you a pic of him under his covers with very tired eyes: it’s 5:27 am

you, sending him back a photo of you and the 2000 piece puzzle you spent the last two hours doing: that’s not a no 💅

he doesn’t reply and you’re not really upset by it because he probably just fell asleep and that was really cute to you so !!

but then two minutes later he’s facetiming you and you JUMP at the sudden ringing

he’s all tired and his voice is groggy and tight but he’s still smiling as he says “i’ll see you in ten”

YOU ARE !!!! PUMPED !!!!!

you won the boyfriend lottery , holy hell

now the only thing keeping you from seeing your man and the mcdonald’s sign was the eleven foot gap between your window and the solid concrete

you’d usually take the stairs but you just know that your mom would absolutely murder you for trying to sneak out when you should be asleep 💆‍♀️

it was either climbing out by clawing through the pipes or not being able to give akaashi a hug and you were not gonna let that second one happen

akaashi, after reading your two paragraph rant on how unnatural it was for your window to be that high: please be careful

you, haven’t slept in 32 hours: screw careful ! i embody elegance !!

in which elegance was screaming every time your pipes squeaked because dear mercy you did not want to die yet

akaashi, who just pulled up your drive way and is now seeing you almost fall to the ground:

you, on the verge of tears: please catch me

AND he does 🥺

it was a close call and he barely even made it to you when you chose to let go but HE DID ANYWAYS

you kinda fell on him rather than landing smoothly in his arms but that’s okay you were just glad you didn’t die

when you both get in his car, he just takes a hot sec to dust you off and ask if you’re okay and he’s so concerned please tell him you’re fine

he’s such a baby please i can’t believe this shit

the two of you end up in a mcdonald’s parking lot with doja cat blaring on the radio and you guys do your best to hold back your laughter as you eat

it was pretty cold and the sun was rising but honestly you couldn’t find the urge to care since the moment just felt so surreal

you: i’m sorry for waking you btw 🥺

akaashi, showing you his new lock screen which is the picture he took of you when he first saw you climb out the window:

you: i’m less sorry

bokuto koutaro

BOYFRIEND OF THE MFING YEAR

i accept no arguments, go cry about it

i literally don’t care what anyone has to say, bokuto is the only man ever ? he’s so deserving of every right on earth i’ll cry

the way that this is the third night in a row he’s stayed up til 4 am and he’s not even alarmed about it

like at this point he’s just accepted that he is nocturnal and that’s that on that !

before he actually had the idea to ask you to sneak out for him, he debated whether or not it was worth it

you needed sleep and you barely got any so when he knew you were resting he absolutely refused to message you :(

but then he also thought about how you would love to have a large dunkin iced coffee right now

and he was already getting ready for his morning fix so why not just ask harmlessly?

if you weren’t going to respond then he’d be okay with that because he knew that you were resting well

but if you were going to answer his consecutive texts with a positive reply then HE IS 🥺 over the moon

you, barely awake: can we get a venti triple shot latté instead , my caffeine tolerance is SHOT

bokuto, snapping you back within a minute: babe you are delusional if you think i’m gonna let you drink that

so it’s 5 am and your parents are in the other room asleep but you know that their jobs start pretty early so you had to get a move on

your room wasn’t that high from the ground to be honest, so you weren’t really worried about falling off

what you were worried about was how dizzy and out of depth the melatonin gummies made you because in order to fall asleep you took 3 and now that you basically forced yourself out of a self induced coma, your body was on the verge of passing away

bokuto tells you that he doesn’t mind if you’re not up for the trip and he’d just bring you back your coffee BUT NAH

you’re not a quitter 🤬 you miss your boyfriend and you are gonna do whatever it takes to spend some quality morning time with him !!!!!

so you throw on a proper outfit, make your way through your window and gently do your best to refrain from yelping every time your hand would slip from the railing that’s keeping your balance

bokuto, pulling up seeing you on your roof: you’re so strong 🥺👉👈

you, barely alive: all for you baby ❤️

he helps you get down from where you stood and he had the prettiest smile on earth i SWEAR when you immediately sank in his cold chest

he apologizes for making you sneak out like that BUT NUH UH YOU DO NOT LET HIM

he is a gift !!! and you knew how tired he must’ve been too since he kept yawning but he still took the time and energy to pick you up 🥺

he fastens your seatbelt in the car and puts the windows up because he knew that the air would get in your face and you didn’t like that

he even brought you a spare hoodie of his because he remembered how much you swooned over this particular fabric

bokuto: we’ll get you some coffee but you can sleep while i drive, ok babe?

you, trying not to cry: are you single because i really want to kiss you

bokuto, kissing your cheek: i’m dating someone i’m sorry

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joannasteez · 3 years

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𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍: 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: EZ Reyes x GradStudent!Reader

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒: Dedicated to my fav @appropriate-writers-name because she deserves>

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: Mature Themes.

Credits to the gif maker always @hvitserkk

Based on this post

Trying my hand at writing a headcanon... hopefully this isn’t long winded but if it is.... I don’t think that’s an issue right? The more EZ the better lol!

Also... thanks for 500 followers💋

☠︎

Nocturne No.1 in B Flat Minor rides on the air that flows around you like a whisper, the soft piano lead melody slipping over your ears in a delicate manner that calms the atmosphere of the room. It’s perfect music to write to.

But it doesn’t stop the cramping in your fingers, the ache dull because your muscles have gone numb and taut but you can’t stop writing, for God sakes as your mind runs and rambles you have to keep going or run the risk of losing your train of thought.

There are books and articles everywhere, scattered along the sheets in a manner that is dysfunctional to the point of perfection. The mess makes sense to you of course but it’s dysfunctional nevertheless, a tangible representation of the clutter your mind is in at the moment.

Whoever thought of Grad School as an idea can go to hell.

Who ever thought of 15 page papers can go to hell as well.

Just as the music breaks for a moment and a half, the intensity of the piano suspended for the tiniest second of eternity, and in that suspension of sound, your stomach grumbles obnoxiously. A ripple in your abdomen and a dryness on your tongue.

But what’s food when there’s work to be done right?

There’s a jangling sound at the door and for a second your fight or flight takes hold, reducing your flesh to goosebumps, your heart sinking at the possibility of someone attempting to break in..... and then you realize, if they have a key, then you’ve given it to them.

You know exactly who it is, heavy footed steps thumping against your floorboards.

“I gave you that key for emergencies”.

Ezekiel’s in the doorway of your room, a bag of something savory in his hands.

“It is an emergency if I haven’t seen or heard from you in three weeks”.

Your face scrunches, trying to recall where the time went... It hasn’t been that long has it? It couldn’t have been.

“Yes three weeks.... I counted”, he grumbles. Resting the food on your dresser and coming to the side of the bed.

He kisses you, lips chasing yours with a hunger that is unyielding, the build of his body nearly forcing yours to lay against the sheets, and it almost does, till a paper crinkles and you remember what you were doing. You push him away.

“I’m sorry baby but bad timing, I have to finish this”.

He huffs, neediness rising in him to such a point that it tingles all over his body. Not having you in ear or eye shot for three weeks was more torturous than he wanted to admit. He wanted to lay up under you, feel your kiss, hear your voice; the whispers, the whimpers, the moans, the laughs, the sweet rasp of it from the morning, the sultry form it took when he’d had you spread and ready for him, the sweet melody of it when you sang doing random things around the apartment. He just wanted to hear you, feel you, have your fingers delicately trace his chest in the relaxing way that you do at night. Fuck he missed you.

“You can’t take a break?”

Your eyes cut to him “No I can’t”.

“The papers probably not due till next month”, he accuses.

And he’s right, but your inspiration for this course hasn’t struck you the way it has now in months, all your thoughts and ideas need to be written now, and not burned to flames by the mood EZ is about stir up which you’ll no doubt fall into if you don’t put a stop to it before it starts. He’s got that way about him, it’s uncanny, but sneaky nonetheless.

He starts out with an innocent kiss to your lips, chasing and prying them open with his tongue, and in between these he’s whispering things that make you fall deeper into his little trap, that husky tone dripping into your ears and making your body pliant against the bed.

Something like, “I love your lips hermosa”, “they’re so soft”, “they feel so fucking good against mine”.

You moan in response, like a reflex, the functions of your body laden with the urge, the need to fulfill desire. Your mind can’t keep up and by the time it does he’s got you so far gone. Right where he wants you.

He’s a good trouble you can’t afford to indulge into right now.

EZ gets rid of his kutte and the t-shirt lying beneath.

Fuck! Ok maybe a little indulgence wouldn’t hurt.... right?

Your finger points at him in a way to warn him, “30 minutes, that’s it”.

“An hour”, he argues back. 30 min is BS and you it.

“Fine”.

He’s all cheesy now, rushing the papers and your laptop away neatly enough before he’s laying at your side, attacking your lips with a satisfied groan, the thick rugged feeling of his hands running over your thighs, purposely overwhelming himself with the feel of you to sate the teeming desire he feels but it isn’t working. He needs more. He’s lavishing your mouth with slick tongue kisses, those stocky fingers running warm strokes over the inside of your thighs, pinching and pulling the flesh as he nears the thin cover of your panties.

Three weeks out of action and away from him has you breathless, your body sensitive and fast to respond.

He’s at your ear now, tugging at the shell of it with sharp teeth. “I fucking missed you baby girl”.

You moan at the name, voice airy. “I missed you too”.

He’s got your legs wide in swift motions and with the pulling sensation of his eyes, he’s drawing you into him to be fully consumed. Your stuck in them, falling deeper and becoming less conscious of where you are. Anything that isn’t him no longer exist. You’re completely done for.

Has it been mentioned yet that Ezekiel is a tease?, a man with the ability to manipulate your nerve endings to such a degree that they are now permanently susceptible to his every whim? Well if not mentioned before, let this truth be known now as he demonstrates it, the loneness of his thumb giving your slick slit slow rubs once your underwear are out of the way. His lips twitching up to a sly grin as he watches you squirm.

He’ll deliver you to your release slowly first, present you to the highest peak of bliss with measured thrums of his thumb, the pad of it delivering lazy circles to the wet flesh of your clit. He’ll draw it out of you, root up those pretty, wispy sounds that he likes first because they make his heart swell with pride. Only he can have you like this, writhing against the sheets in delirium.

You roll your hips, desperate for friction, his eyes trialing to the slick pink of your opening. The lewd slip of his finger against you puts a sinful spark in his eye, tongue peaking out to wet his lip as he watches you drag your hips lazily. “Fuck that shit is pretty”, he groans, laying a little slap to you that has you gasping for air, your fingers rushing up under your shirt to pull at the hard peaks of your chest. When you respond with the deep grind of your hips he does it again, laying another teasing slap to your bundle nerves making you whimper. Your head falling against the pillows as your spine arches.

Your voice is ragged as it leaves. “Don’t tease Ezekiel, I can’t take it”.

His eyes go to your fast, and they’re dilated. Completely blown. “Yes you can. You take whatever I give you, you hear me?”

When you don’t answer right away, he gives your clit another slap, a little harder this time, and it has you answering in a quick succession of yes’s.

He delves a finger into you, curving the digit as it glides out, eyes peeled again to the way you’re taking in the tanned finger. The feel of you is constricting, desperate for him not to leave. When he reaches to add another you arch high off the bed, the hook of them reaching that deep place in you that makes the darkness behind your lids go all white and splotchy. He loves the response, he lives for it, for you. “That’s it mi amor, you’re squeezing my fingers so tight. My pretty girl is being so good for me yeah?”

“I’m always good for you”, you purr. Your hips grinding as he gives you hard hitting thrust.

He moans at your answer. Gearing up to add to your pleasure. “Can you take another finger mama? Can I give you another?”

You nearly sob. “Please”.

The fit is tight, a slight ache of pressure at the fullness but you’re floating now. Completely gone as he works you up to that blissful peak.

“Look at me”, he calls but you don’t hear him. Hips rolling on auto pilot.

With the idle hand he’s had laying at the side, he reaches to grab your face, placing a number of teasing and gentle wet kisses to your lips as those fingers stroke you deep. The juxtaposition is jarring to your body, something in your belly fluttering before it spreads through your skin.

You’re so close.

He’s holding your eyes with his again, giving your hairline soft sweet caresses as he stares into you deep, searching for your soul to claim as a personal possession and all the while those fingers are tormenting you with lewd thrust, the wetness of them making obscene noises that fly into the air, the impact of them causing tears to slip from your eyes to your cheeks. Your eyes are glassy as he fails to stop delivering you to that release, a new droplet falling when he guides his thumb back to that glistening nub.

“Oh my God”, you whimper. The knot in your belly threatening to burst.

As the tension builds the tears flow, your body overwhelmed to such an inexplicable degree, and all the while he maintains eye contact with you. Irrevocably enthralled in the way you’re responding to the things he’s doing to you. Your body loves him just as much as your heart does, responds to him just as much as your mind does. He’s got you delirious off his three fingers but you’ve got him wrapped around just one of yours.

“Come for me hermosa”, he rasped.

And you do, convulsing against the bed. His body beside yours, guiding you through the amazing mess of your release.

#mayans mc #ez reyes #ezekiel reyes #ezekiel reyes x reader #ez reyes x reader #ez reyes x black!reader #mayans headcanon #long headcanon #ezekiel reyes x black!reader #ez reyes x poc!reader #joannasteez

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dilfbatman · 4 years

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Do u have ny angsty headcanons aboht aby character

first of all i relate heavy to the way this was worded, you’re so valid bro and secondly, lemme think of some! this is my first time doing angst so please bare with me! (this one is very long and you have my utmost admiration and thanks if you read it fully (if it’s too long and you can’t just know you’re so valid and i still love and wanna thank you) and to whoever requested this, thank you bc it made me really feel something and made me appreciate these characters even more!)

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- percy will personally never in his life touch alcohol and he won’t dabble in drugs, he knows firsthand the vile effects of it and wants to be in control of his faculties. let it be known he will legitimately murder any abuser in sight, on sight.

- leo and percy often talk about their terrible home lives and percy gets really upset when leo mentions his foster homes and how he’s ran away multiple times, he talks about how much he misses his mother. he feels like it’s his fault and percy won’t hear any more of it, he’ll hold leo close & tight and let him cry into his shoulder and percy will also cry while leaving kisses on leo’s head and running his fingers softly through leo’s hair bc they’ve gone through so much hurt and pain and it’s unfair. percy in a silent pang of guilt is so grateful for his mother and that she’s safe and alive and just wished that the same could be said for leo’s mother. he wishes that gabe never existed and that their mother’s weren’t thrown into the bs they have to be thrust into just by virtue of being a demigod. he wants the gods and goddesses and monsters to just leave them alone and let them just find peace and rest

- piper talks to leo about her life and how she just wishes it was all normal and that they didn’t have to have such difficult lives, and how she just wanted everyone to be safe and leo just has his arm around her shoulders and lets her know that she isn’t alone in that feeling and they have a new found family and that’s what matters

- nico will sometimes just shut down in his bed and feel numb and realize that there’s water coming out of his eyes and he’s realizing he’s crying and is confused. he really misses bianca and just thinks about how she reincarnated and he shadowtravels the world trying to find her, but to no avail. there’s a sense of bitterness and betrayal in him but that quickly fades bc she was just a child that had to be a mother to him, and he starts feeling guilty and sobs uncontrollably bc he misses her and just wants her back and wants to hug and hold her again. hazel comes in bc she senses nico’s upset and just holds him so tight and whispers softly and sweetly that it will all be okay, that she’s there for him, that she’s his sister too and she loves him and she knows that nico loves her too

- he’s also never sleeping due to his nightmares of tartarus and he decides for a while just to not go to bed and stay awake, and around camp he might have a sense of dread and power roll off of him into waves that the campers feel and the hairs stand up on the back of their necks - jason & will notice this and quietly take him into the hades cabin and just sit quietly with him in his bed. eventually, nico dozes off and his hands are held both by jason & will - there’s an unspoken but understood communication between the both of them

- frank also always is missing his mother, he’s never not thinking about her and he has identity crises about how he can be the son of mars while he feels a strong connection to apollo and why did his mother fall in love with mars? his burning stick also is always looming in the back of his mind and still gets nightmares about it which he wakes up in the middle of the night from, in a cold sweat. fellow ares campers know that feeling and clarisse tells frank to come with her and they both sit down at the lake and talk about all the issues and heartache that comes from being the child of the god of war. clarisse lets him know the other kids know what it’s like, and she & they are always here for him, they’re always there for their own. frank starts to cry and clarisse holds him quietly knowing this is what he needs

- will is the resident doctor and while he’s saved countless lives, he’s lost a few too. they were his friends, his comrades, his brothers and sisters and some days it just eats him up - he feels guilt settle so deeply that he just goes outside bc he feels a sense of claustrophobia. piper & nico see him and sense this and they hold him up and take him to an open field that the demeter children have that is full of green grass, strawberry patches, and is filled with sunshine. they sit him down and will rests his head in nico’s lap while his legs are on piper’s and he just lets out everything he’s feeling while they both quietly listen and he talks until he can’t anymore bc he’s about to break down. nico kisses him very softly and let’s him know that everyone he’s saved is good and well because of him and those who were lost were granted elysium and are eternally grateful to will. nico said he’d even take will to the underworld to show him and make him realize the difference and good will has done in the world - the entire time piper is holding will’s hand and uses her charmspeak to calm him down in a way she knows will needs

- sometimes jason and annabeth just sit in the zeus cabin talking to each other about anything and everything. annabeth quietly speaks about tartarus with jason whenever she doesn’t want to talk to percy about it, because she knows it’ll bring him into a spiral as well and she doesn’t want to do that. jason feels a pit in his stomach as deep as tartarus bc how could she have survived? he knows how much will power she has, how capable, intelligent, strong she is but he can’t help feeling unbelievably frightened for her bc she’s not a child of the big three. big three kids are powerful and look at the wreck percy & nico feel - and while she is too, there’s just so much fear in her eyes and her voice falters and jason just holds her. she just sobs into his shoulder and he just holds her so tight in a silent gesture of “i’m here for you.” he rubs her back, let’s her get everything out, she doesn’t have to put on a strong facade and simply lets all her fears and worries out into the open air. jason hears her out, gives out advice and wisdom right at the perfect times, and he reiterates that he’s always here for her. the genuine thankfulness in her eyes is something he holds dearly

- jason will talk about how heartbroken he is that his memories were wiped. his own life feels like a game that’s being played by the gods and all the other demigods can relate to that notion, and percy hears him out and has jason lay his head on percy’s lap and just talk about the hurt. percy knows what it’s like, while it may be on a smaller scale, he can attest to the sadness and confusion jason feels and agrees w everything he says. sometimes jason just goes quiet and forgets to talk, and percy has to run his fingers through jason’s hair to let him know that he’s here, he’s alive, he’s making new memories and that he’s here for him.

- something reyna and jason have in common is the fact that both their parents descended into madness. they talk in hushed voices and tears softly fall down both their faces, they are both holding each other’s hands to make sure they’re tethered to this earth and that they’re here for each other bc they know what the other person is going through. reyna told nico this and she tells jason this too, and she speaks about how she’s afraid bc committing patricide is one of the biggest sins in the roman camp, and she’s afraid of what that means for her fate. jason tells her that pluto will be kind to her, he reminds her that nico & hazel have both talked to their father to guarantee elysium for them all, and while she appreciates that there’s always that sense of what if she doesn’t? jason eases her worries and tells her it will all be okay and reyna nods and looks into his eyes and makes sure that jason knows that it will all be okay for him too

- percy will sometimes just be alone in the poseidon cabin and will start uncontrollably sobbing. he furiously thinks to himself that if he’s a son of poseidon can’t he control his tears? to make them not fall? he thinks of how much he misses bob and constantly tells the stars that he says hello & he’s made a promise to himself that he would get him out of there one way or another. then he spirals about tartarus and how frightened and powerful he felt when choking the goddess of misery. he goes numb for a bit and then forces himself to think about the goodness in his life and the friends he has and the mother he so dearly loves and like a gift from above he sees tyson comes in and tyson is wondering why his big brother is crying? tyson tells percy to please not cry and holds him so tight and tyson’s eye is filling up w tears and his voice is wobbly and percy holds tyson’s face and tells him that him & tyson are going to be alright and that he loves him so dearly and he’s so thankful for him. tyson has the biggest smile on his face and percy just wants to protect him and he just hugs him so tight, trying to convey his love, admiration, and adoration for his lil baby brother

- leo and hazel will just sit together near the forest and hazel puts her head on his shoulders speaking about how much she wishes she had a normal childhood, how both her & leo were forced to make sacrifices for the greater good, and how the people she loved were hurt by her powers. leo stays quiet for a bit and tells her that they’re both the same and that their bond and friendship is strong because of that. hazel holds his hand so tightly bc she knows they’re both scared but they’re both alive and they’re here against all odds, and that’s what matters

- i know nearly all demigods deal with not only survivor’s guilt, but they had to deal with the loss of friends/loved ones, they’ve had to deal with horrific family situations and they’ve had to be thrust into war - it takes a physical, emotional, and mental toll and i just want them all to go to therapy, get necessary medication, and have people tell them that they love them

here you go anon! i had to bust out my sad songs in my playlist for this and if i’m honest, this made me love & appreciate these characters even more and i didn’t think that was possible. i love you and hope you enjoy this! also the way you wrote the message still is making me giggle you absolute icon - thank you if you take the time to read this, i know it’s way too long but this one really made me feel something <3

#sorry for how long this is i just really got into it #if it depresses you please forgive me #it made me love these characters more and i just want to hug them #percy jackson #percy jackson headcanons #if this is too long to read just know that’s so valid and i’m sorry <3 #this is something i have never done before and wow what a request!!! made me feel things #also i know the people they talk to may not be some people’s first choice and idk why i chose it like this it just seemed kinda natural #if anyone reads this i just hope you enjoy :’)#percy jackson asks #asks

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ragingwave · 4 years

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⊱ ┉ { @prisonrose asked: } ┉ ⊰

What age did Nessa become a gym leader, and how long has she been serving? Do you think Rose had anything to do with her induction, like, are there tryouts that he judges or something idk? What was their relationship like before the Darkest Day BS? How about after it? What did she think about Rose's relationship with Leon? Did she think it was unhealthy or anything? Did she notice anything amiss with Rose in the days leading up to the disaster?

A fun flurry of questions answered under the cut! Just as a disclaimer, this is specifically for my characterization of Nessa. Thank you for the awesome questions Mittens!

I also want to say too, I usually don’t dwell on specific relationships for characters, mostly because it makes things easier when I interact with duplicates for any character. It’s an odd thing i’ve come to realize that I do recently, so some of these answers will be really generic and I welcome for any to be built on!

— What age did Nessa become a gym leader, and how long has she been serving?

I’m going to say she was 20 pushing at 21,when she accepted the role of becoming a gym leader. ( I’m still trying to iron out my timeline so this could change at some point ) She could have accepted it a year sooner, but she wanted to live it up a little and do some traveling before having to take on the weight of getting acquainted with the league and hosting a gym. She’s been in the game for three going on four years and is still holding that second spot in the league tight. This way by time game events come around, homegirl is settled well into her responsibilities and Hulbury Gym and it’s battlefield is basically her and her Pokemon’s domain.

— Do you think Rose had anything to do with her induction, like, are there tryouts that he judges or something idk?

While I have a yet to be posted headcanon detailing how family connections influence Nessa to pursue the role as Hulbury’s gym leader, as Chairman of the league I'm certain he had a say in her induction! Since his hand was heavy in just about everything else Galar had at the time. There’s probably footage of her old Gym Challenge battles he could look back at. I can also imagine that she wouldn’t turn down a battle or invitation to display how fierce her battles can get if that’s what she had to do.

— What was their relationship like before the Darkest Day BS? How about after it?

She thinks Rose is a cool guy! He is a warm, inviting, fantastic face of Galar. A well groomed, stylish compliment to Leon’s bold statement of an outfit for sure. He’s done all good for Galar and, while Oleana makes her a bit uneasy, Nessa finds no real reason to dislike him or second guess any of his motives. They probably bump into one another often since he frequents The Captain’s Table. ( both tryin to visit incognito and failing smh ) But if she does run into him, she minds her business unless he approaches or acknowledges her first. If they really get to chatting, I don’t doubt that she would open up enough to share ideas of conservation efforts that he could consider to provide better for Galar’s Water Pokemon.

After the Darkest Day events? Massively disappointed. Probably blindsided by the rest of the region that someone they all held high in regard would also bring danger to the lives and everything he built up. It’d be a ground shaking lesson though. Can’t trust everyone with a great smile and kind words! She would feel a bit foolish thinking back on the instances she spoke highly of him or supported any of his efforts.

— What did she think about Rose's relationship with Leon? Did she think it was unhealthy or anything?

Well Leon is the champion and Rose is the Chairman. Together they’re basically the world’s first image of Galar. Being familiar with public promotion work, she wouldn’t have much of a prolonged thought of their relationship other than it all being for business.

Now it gets different if there ends up being actual IC muse interactions where Leon acts off character or expresses something that gives her a reason to think differently on the matter.

— Did she notice anything amiss with Rose in the days leading up to the disaster?

Probably not. In my thoughts of Galar’s league system operates I gather that for the Champion’s Cup, unlike the Gym Challengers who have to go through the Challenge, the Gym Leaders are able to directly put in a request to challenge Leon themselves. So as the days to the cup drew closer Nessa, who’s been training all year to finally stand in Wyndon at this point, was more focused on her strategies and best utilizing her Pokemon and analyzing the opponents she would be facing on the grand stage to get to Leon.

#prisonrose #🌊 | answered ( inbox response )#🌊 | secrets of the surf ( headcanons )#🔹 | timeless sea breeze ( queue )

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trashcanmarvelfan · 5 years

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Aftermath (A Peter Parker Introspective Fic)

Summary: Peter dealing with the effects of Endgame, pre-FFH.

Warnings: ENDGAME SPOILERS. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

Word Count: 1821.

Author’s Note: Just processing my post-Endgame feels and working out some headcanons. Takes place post-Endgame, pre-Far from Home.

Requests are always open!

Cross-posted at AO3.

Peter Parker sighed as he slammed his locker shut. It had been a month since the snap that had wiped out half of the universe (including himself) had been undone, a month since Thanos had been defeated for good, a month since… Well. He swallowed thickly. At least it was Friday. He could go home and pretend like a world without Tony Stark didn’t exist for the next 2 days.

His phone buzzed with an incoming text:

Pepper really needs to see you. It’s important.

Peter rubbed his eyes. Happy. He had been texting Peter for the past few weeks:

- Hey, kid, how you holding up?

- Haven’t heard any Spider-Man updates, you patrolling Queens?

- Need you to come by the office when you get a chance.

- Pepper has something to discuss with you at Stark Industries.

- Really need you to swing by S.I. when you can.

He clicked his phone off without responding and walked toward the exit. Mr. Delmar’s bodega was still around, maybe he could stop there–

He burst out the door and stopped in his tracks.

Happy stood waiting in front of the usual nondescript black town car. “Hey, kid. You haven’t been answering my messages.”

“Well, you know…” Peter adjusted his backpack. “Been busy.”

Happy gave him a ‘I know BS when I hear it’ look. “I need you to come with me.” He opened the back door of the car and waited.

Peter sighed. Might as well get this over with. He climbed in.

To his immense relief, Happy didn’t try to make conversation on the way to Stark Industries. He merely parked and escorted Peter up to the lobby leading to Pepper’s office. “Wait here,” he instructed.

Peter thought about bolting, but the nearest train station was at least 3 miles away and he didn’t have his web shooters on him; and besides, even if he had had his web shooters he was sure that the last web fluid he had made had long since disintegrated.

A few minutes later, Happy returned. “Go on in.”

Peter walked down the hall to Pepper’s office and knocked on the open door.

“Hi, Miss Potts – Or actually I guess it’s been Mrs. Stark for a while now, huh?” he said, shuffling his feet nervously. “You, uh, you wanted to see me about something?”

Pepper walked out from behind her desk and pulled Peter into a tight hug. “Hi, Peter,” she said softly, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. “Come on in.” She gestured over to the couch.

Peter took a deep breath and sat.

“How are you holding up?” Pepper asked, taking a seat next to him.

Peter shrugged, keeping his eyes trained towards the floor. He had a feeling that Pepper already knew - that he had woken up screaming almost every night since that final battle. That every time he closed his eyes he saw the light fading from Tony’s ARC reactor. That he never got to tell Tony just how much he meant to Peter - that Peter saw him as more than just billionaire Tony Stark, as more than Iron Man, as more than just someone to admire and look up to. Tony was much more than a mentor to Peter - he was the closest thing Peter had to a father since Uncle Ben had died. And now he was gone.

Pepper looked at him sympathetically. “Listen, Peter… I’ve arranged for psychiatric and grief counseling for all of Stark Industries’ employees who were affected by the snap.” She placed a gentle hand on his arm. “Including our interns. I already talked it over with your aunt and principal, and you’ll be given an excused absence on Monday to talk to Dr. Lansing.”

Peter blinked back tears. “Ok,” he said softly. “Do they– do they know? About me being Spider-Man?”

Pepper shook her head. “She knows that you were working personally with Tony before the snap and that you two were very close. Anything else you tell her is up to you.”

She took a deep breath. “Peter, the main reason I had Happy bring you here today is because Tony included you in his will.”

Pepper got up and walked over to a table, picking up a silver case and placing it on the coffee table in front of Peter before sitting next to him again.

Peter hesitated. He knew what that had to be.

“Go ahead, open it.”

Peter glanced at Pepper before placing his thumb against the sensor. The case beeped once before opening to reveal a new red and black Spider-Suit.

“Tony had made this before the Snap and was hoping to give it to you once you graduated from high school,” Pepper explained. “After the Snap he kept updating it in case we were able to bring everyone back.”

Peter just stared at the suit. “He… He kept working on this? Even after… after I…” He trailed off.

Pepper nodded. “And there’s something else. Education was extremely important to Tony, so in his will he founded the ‘Stark Industries Educational Scholarship for Technological Advancement of the Sciences’, or the ‘SIESTAS’ grant for short. It offers full tuition including room & board, plus a stipend for books and food to a student studying technology or science to the college of their choice, with an option to renew the scholarship for a masters’ program & Ph.D. as well.” Pepper paused. “He named you the recipient.”

“Wow, that’s– that’s amazing.” Peter was at a loss for words. “Thank you.”

Pepper smiled softly at him. “Tony talked about you a lot, you know.”

Peter looked up at her in surprise. “He did?”

Pepper nodded. “I wish you could’ve heard him sometimes. He was so proud of you and everything you’d accomplished.”

Peter’s eyes filled up with tears again. He sniffled. “And I always thought Mr. Stark barely tolerated me,” he joked weakly.

Pepper shook her head. “You were so much more than just a mentee or an ‘Avenger-in-training’ to Tony, Peter. Even though he never got to tell you, he loved you like a son. You made Tony realize that he wanted to be a father, and for that I’m forever grateful because although Tony may be gone, the best part of him lives on. So thank you.”

She picked up a framed photo of herself, Tony, and the little girl that Peter had learned was Tony and Pepper’s daughter, Morgan. Pepper caressed the photo softly before setting it back down. “Before Tony and I found out that we were having a girl, he said that if we had a boy, he wanted his middle name to be Peter.” She paused. “So instead, Morgan’s middle name is Petra.”

Peter’s Greek wasn’t too advanced, but he did at least know that ‘Petra’ was the feminine version of ‘Peter.’ He swallowed the lump in his throat. “Pet– Petra?”

“Tony wanted you to know just how much you meant to him – to us.” Pepper took Peter’s hand in hers and gave it a gentle squeeze. “You’re part of this family, Peter– you and May both.”

She stood. “I’m so sorry I have to cut this short - I have a meeting with the shareholders to go over some projects for next quarter. We’re going to do an official announcement of the SIESTAS grant at a later date with a presentation and everything, but I did want you to know about it as soon as Tony’s will was read.”

As if on cue, Happy knocked on the doorframe to Pepper’s office. “You ready to go, kid?”

Peter nodded numbly.

Pepper hugged him once again.

“Thank you, Mrs. Stark,” Peter replied.

“We’re family, Peter. You can call me Pepper.” She released him. “Don’t be a stranger, alright? I mean it. Morgan’s been wanting to meet her surrogate big brother properly.”

Peter smiled sadly. “Thank you, Pepper.” He picked up the case with his new suit and followed Happy out of the office.

Once Peter arrived home, he opened the case and took the suit out to examine it. Stark tech had always been way more advanced than most technology, but this… Tony definitely had made some upgrades to Peter’s suit in the past 5 years.

Peter hadn’t worn his Spider-Suit since the day the Snap had been undone and they had defeated Thanos. Even though they had won, he still felt like he had failed because he couldn’t save Tony.

He sighed and hung the suit up.

He was working on his homework when May arrived home. “Hey, Peter!” she called out.

“I’m in here, May!” Peter called in reply.

May knocked on his door then opened it a crack. “Hey, how was your day?” she asked.

“Fine,” Peter replied. He bit his lip. “I, uh… I went by Stark Industries after school today. Mrs. Stark - I mean Pepper - she wanted to see me.”

“Oh?” May asked nonchalantly.

“She mentioned that she arranged counseling for Stark employees, and I… I have an appointment on Monday.”

May visibly relaxed. “That’s wonderful, Peter. I’m proud of you for accepting help.”

Peter nodded. “But that wasn’t all she wanted to talk about. Mr. Stark… Tony… left me some things in his will.”

“He did?”

“He gave me a 4-year scholarship to any college I choose, with the option to renew the scholarship for a Master’s degree and Ph.D if I choose to pursue them.”

May’s eyes widened. “Wow, that’s so generous.”

Peter gestured toward his new suit. “He also left me a new Spider-Suit.”

May put a gentle hand on his shoulder. “He obviously cared a lot about you.” She paused. “Have you tried your new suit on yet?”

Peter shook his head. “Not yet. I…” His voice broke. “I just miss him so much, May.”

“I know, sweetie,” May replied, sitting next to Peter on his bed and wrapping her arms around him. “I know.”

She held on to Peter for a few more moments. “Just remember that those we love are never truly gone, ok? Tony would want you to continue on.”

Peter sniffled.

May kissed the top of Peter’s head and stood. “Now, I’m going to go make us some dinner and you join me when you’re ready, ok?”

Peter nodded, wiping his eyes on his sleeve.

May exited Peter’s room and shut the door behind her.

Peter sat quietly for a few more minutes, just staring at his suit. Finally, he thought, May’s right. Tony *would* want me to continue on. The world needs Spiderman.

He stood and picked up his new suit. Here goes.

He stripped down to his boxers, pulled the suit on, put on his mask, and pressed the spider on the front of his suit to fit it to his frame.

He took a deep breath as he waited for his AI, Karen, to boot up and greet him.

Instead of Karen, however, the updated AI voice was one he had never expected to hear again.

“Hey, Underoos.”

#marvel fanfiction #marvel fanfic #peter parker fanfic #peter parker fanfiction #avengers fanfiction #avengers endgame spoilers #i said monday but you know what 20 minutes till is close enough #peter parker imagine

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thefatalmarksman · 5 years

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okay so list of stuff thus far that I have appreciated from KH3 shortly after San Fransokyo (I’ve been meaning to post as I go but eh)

(Spoilers ahead, obviously)

First off mechanics get a special mention because this is, I personally feel, the BEST mixture of mechanics from all the previous titles. There’s enough variety to what you can do in battle that it doesn’t get stale and when you’re backed into a corner you still have options to save your sorry hide. It’s just really tight and efficient and fun gameplay so A++++ guys.

My NASTY ONE EYED GARBAGE BOI being in the FIRST WORLD and THAT LAST SCENE ENDING ON THAT OMINOUS NOTE?????

Axel just PULLING ICE CREAM OUTTA HIS ASS. LITERALLY WHERE DO THESE PEOPLE PUT THEIR ICE CREAM DO THE COATS HAVE A BAG OF HOLDING IN THEM?? (Whiiiich gives me the headcanon that if not Xigbar can create one on his own pockets because duh space bender).

And speaking of Axel. THAT. GLOW UP. HNNGH I SAW A MAN SO BEAUTIFUL I STARTED CRYING?

Woody being fucking savage @ Xehanort with the whole “no one’s ever loved you” thing like no wonder he’s sheriff he just sasses everyone into behaving themselves

Actually enjoying the various mini games and side quests, like cooking with Remy (even though flambéing IS AWFUL! UUGHH!) and taking pics of lucky emblems (WHICH I GOT ALL OF HAHA!!). ALSO THE FLAN!! I LOVE THEM AAAH

Sulley just YEETING Vanitas through a door into another door into aNOTHER DOOR INTO ANOTHER DOOR LIE I LITERALLY CACKLED and yeah I know it won’t last but damn if it wasn’t actually a decent idea???

Luxord getting KNOCKED THA FUCK OUT BY JACK’S BREATH?? and also I..... can’t stand the way his name is pronounced LOOXORD whatttttt

Yet again them trying to explain this time travel bs and it’s like okay I almost get it but.......... do I.................. do I r e a l l y..........?

Vexen and Demyx: The New Buddy Comedy You Never Expected Nor Wanted But Here You Go Anyway

Not.......... knowing that........ Ienzo didn’t know that Ansem was FORCIBLY EJECTED into the darkness by his apprentices..... like I’m CRYIN IN THE CLUB YALL

And finally........ finally........................ a tear was shed upon finally seeing Aqua’s freedom........... bless her beautiful soul......................

obviously more to come

god knows i’m gonna hafta stock up on tissues soon... I can FEEL IT..............

#outofammo #kh3 spoilers

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picsofshiro · 6 years

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You said you have a person on trial. How do you test someone to make sure they are trustworthy enough to run your blogs?

I run a 2 week-1 month trial from the moment they start posting on the blog to see a few things. but before that, here’s what I do. This is based off of how I also handle other social media pages as someone who handles 5+ facebook pages as a chat/post moderator, 5+twitter accounts, and 2+instagram accounts. According to fans/followers who follow our professional work, it helps them feel safe to interact with us as staff doing our job (radio/reporting) and interact with fellow listeners/viewers consuming media, processing it, and discussing it. The same can be applied to other public spaces like these fan blogs.

1. What’s the person like?

I check out their blogs/have seen them interact before with other people in other online spaces in and out of fandom. This means how they interact with other fans, with interacting with staff/voice actors in public spaces. I love Voltron as a show, I just personally focus my love where it counts. Lots of people complain when interviews come out, hate what happened in canon. Can you be critical of things said? Sure. But the thing is, it feels weird to take anything said at face value when Voltron as it stands is not a completed project so things can change and how we see them as the missing pieces come together. I take everything with a grain of salt and see where things go and I hope the people I work with are the same way and are cordial when interacting with others on their thoughts on characters, ships, the show itself and when interacting with the kind people working on Voltron.

More for what I look for and how I run stuff is under the cut and the standard I try to set for myself and for others who wish to work with me cause this is more volunteering to help out, it’s not technically our content to own, its fan run, and nobody is paid. But if you’re gonna do it, you gotta give it the love it deserves.

2. Enforce set rules.

I got common sense stuff like don’t let bigotry slide when it’d directed at us as mods and people interacting on the posts that are hosted here. Block ant!’s on site since they are a source of a lot of why our fandom is accused of being garbage vs any other group within the fandom that’s chill, especially those who still currently openly hate/dehumanize other fans minding their business. Block them if they interact with the blog via reblogs/likes if you catch them cause that stuff spreads to other blogs who assume our fandom experience is for them — it’s not. For the most part, blocking is good if I’m/the mod running a blog is just tired and doesn’t wanna deal with inane bs or things we’ve already answered if a user or anon didn’t do their research to look through my history of asks and whether or not I’ve addressed their question/didn’t read our response because they’re not looking for our actual answer, they’re looking for something else. I don’t deal with people spreading misinformation like pushing br0ganes which is currently confirmed never a thing by staff repeatedly, pushing whether or not a ship is canon (I have even politely said that I appreciate sheith’s bond over at pics of sheith but never said it was canon as a ship), and I definitely don’t like individuals that shit on characters/ships or how others express their excitement over content or their interpretations or fanon fun. And I don’t appreciate when people get upset with staff for saying something wrong when the show is not completed and they can only say certain things in a certain way if they choose to answer questions at all then attack other fans and justifying it because they’re upset. Nobody gets to throw a tantrum and hurt others. Take responsibility for shitty behavior

3. Choose your battles - carefully decide what discourse to address.

I understand that a lot of people don’t have the time or mental energy to do what I do when I happen to bring down people who claim to have some higher morality/authority to speak from. Sometimes it’s outright bs and I block immediately, not giving my attention, move forward, nobody has to know about it unless I want them to. Maybe I joke about it. But that’s it. I’ve actually just skipped out and blocked some IP’s on this blog cause it was a “nah” kind of day. But I make sure to get a screencap, maybe even post it to my main blog because my main blog is linked in the description of these blogs so people can dispute why they were blocked from interacting with the blog. Then we can examine how I misunderstood a message if that’s the problem, cause that happens. It’s the internet so people’s tone of voice is lost, people might have brain issues that cause them to type up the wrong stuff or they insist they said what they said and I have to see if I’m not the only one “misunderstanding" it cause we’re all trying to communicate here, in the common English language which his a clusterfuck anyhow. It happens where I just can’t read shit but I have and try to rectify my mistakes.

And when I do address it, I do so point by point, concisely. That’s what I get for having a mother who is a paralegal and helped write legal arguments, deconstructs her child’s stupid arguments when he got in a dumb ass fight with her. I learned from it and now I can frame my arguments properly to follow logical structures based on truth, understanding how the English language works to examine what they said and what it sounds like, and show the true meaning of what was said which is often something pretty screwed up. They usually (as far as I know between one anon and the next) never come back to bother me again. Mods have to be able to have the stamina to handle it, and run it by me to make sure the argument is sound because we try to keep ourselves and everyone else safe.

4. be open to opportunities

If they continue to argue with me on my main blog which is where I’m fine dealing with discourse unless it turns into violent threats/harassment, I’ve already blocked them across the board at all the picsof blog urls I have in my account. But let’s say this person has come to understand why they are wrong…then I can find their name, unblock them hopefully, and everything moves forward and I keep tabs to show that they’ve changed their behavior. Hopefully because tumblr tells me if i block an anon, that i can’t ever undo it but I’ve also heard it’s still possible so who knows really on this broken website?

How I run this tight ship and expect others to run it (no pun intended).

1. Screencap for an hour or two - organize by character/ship -> season -> episode folders and number the images so that it’s in order frame by frame, then play around with the same image and crop accordingly just for fun. This gives random choices and variety for the next part.

2. draft and tag - for characters I use canon voltron legendary defender names

#keith #voltron legendary defender #voltron #vld

vs keith kogane which his defender of the universe. I’m a stickler for canon which is why i also tag

#shiro (how he’s often referred to) #takashi shirogane (in written canon and uttered by his own character in the dnd episode) #voltron legendary defender #voltron #vld

for a ship blog, i follow a similar formula but people get upset if they are looking for 1 character but don’t care for the ship so i try to be courteous and leave out characters and focus on the ship - hence the following:

#sheith #voltron legendary defender #voltron #vld

then as a mod, i have fun and put my thoughts into the screencap at the end of all that when I feel like it, for example #keith looks cute here / #shiro just [redact] me / #wow they hold each other so tenderly

Do this until i get between 90-200 posts in my drafts, then hit queue at random to scramble up the order in which they queue. Will the blog visitors see a screencap from episode 1? or episode 10? nobody knows. But it gets boring if i just queued everything in order which is why I do this. Predictability is boring.

3. Set queue post to 3 posts a day and leave, this is a fucking hobby and isn’t your life - focus on what needs to be done, this is just low maintenance fun. (Look at me rhyming!) Follow the stuff above with how you handle discourse and of course the mod who should obviously love the blog of their focus can have fun with any individuals asking about headcanons/ideas about ships. I wouldn’t give someone who doesn’t ship Allurance because it will show in their work that they don’t care when they’d rather have Shance and vice versa. Or a Pidge fan running a Hunk blog when they’d rather do Pidge. For these other blogs outside of the 3 I’m managing right now, i might have teams of people simply because we can all keep tabs on each other and be held accountable for our actions if we make mistakes.

#long post #anon #anonymous #faq #you can apply by sending an ask to my main blog so that I can be the first to send a DM #ask #answered #I THINK I answered this pretty thoroughly #I'm very controlling and protective about the volunteer work that I choose to do and it's go big or go home #and I can't let anyone kill the work I do or my potential for future work.#sheith

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pinetree-in-hatchetfield · 6 years

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A Night Out - A Spideychelle Fic

A/N: So @spideychelleforever and I were talking earlier and a gif came into the conversation. This was the inspiration for the fic. Their headcanon here

Michelle Jones was quiet today. Like really, actually quiet. This hadn’t happened since the decathlon team had grown closer together, and people took notice. At lunch she didn’t have a single comment or quip to any part of Peter and Ned’s conversation. At decathlon practice she never made a joke to make someone feel better if they got a question wrong. She didn’t even correct Flash when he quoted some BS to support some BS “fact”. And he was intentionally trying to be as wrong as possible to get her out of the shell she resigned herself to today. But nothing.

This brought down the mood for the team that day, but it especially got to Peter. He didn’t know exactly why, but when MJ felt bad, it made him feel really bad. He was the only one who didn’t get it. (Well, only other one, MJ hadn’t picked up on it either.) Peter Parker spent the day doing everything he could to either get her to talk about whatever it was, but more so just trying to make her feel better. By the end of the day he was majorly disappointed in himself, but he refused to give up. He spent an hour or so planning ways he could give her something tomorrow, or surprise her, or- That’s it! He got it! It worked for him when he had too much on his mind, why shouldn’t it help her? He grinned to himself as he grabbed his suit and headed towards his bedroom window.

A few minutes later he landed on a fire escape he was fairly familiar with. He gently knocked on the window with a single knuckle which was followed by a soft shuffling from inside, only able to hear it thanks to his enhanced senses. A few moments passed before the window opened and he was greeted with one of his best friends, hiding most of her face in the shadows.

“Parker, what the hell are you doing here?” she asked quietly.

Peter shrugged, “I wanna help.”

She shook her head and he could’ve sworn he heard her sniffle, “Peter, I don’t-”

“Wait, MJ, before you say anything else,” He removed his mask before continuing, “You don’t have to talk about it. That’s just fine, but I can’t let you sit in here and suffer. Besides, I’ve got a plan.” He ended the sentence with a smile and a hand extended to help her out the window. It was then that MJ knew she was doomed. There was no getting rid of him now.

She rubbed an eye as subtle as she could before taking his hand with a sigh and climbing onto the fire escape with him.

“Alright Parker, what’s the plan? Roof? Star gazing?”

“Something like that.” He answered nonhelpfully as he tossed his mask inside her room. He didn’t want Karen to be too involved in tonight. “Hold on. Tight.”

She raised an eyebrow but decided not to protest as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Peter was scanning the buildings around them when it finally clicked in her mind. Peter made her mind function way less efficiently than she would ever admit.

“Wait, Parker don’t you dare-” Too late. He was jumping off the platform. “pETEEEERRRRR!” She screamed as they fell, but then they stopped falling down. Now they were moving forward. She gave a partly relieved, partly nervous, but mostly legitimate enjoyment filled laugh.

After a while she was getting used to it, it’s almost like Peter sensed it because he suddenly started speeding up. Her grip on him tightened and she buried her face into his shoulder a bit. Both of which she planned on heavily denying later, besides she was caught off guard. At one point Peter offered to try some sort of trick but MJ promised to put him through hell if he did anything to come close to dropping her.

This went on for a good while, neither of them cared enough to keep track of how long exactly. But Peter decided that a break was in order. He slowed down the swing and turned them into an alley, securing a web above them so they could hang together. After making sure the web was in place he looked back down to check on her. When he came face to face with her though he couldn’t speak. They were much closer than he was prepared for, and with her hair completely messed with from the wind, the pajama pants and faded t shirt she wore, the slight smile she had from the adrenaline coursing through her system. He had never seen her so beautiful.

He was staring for longer than he realized when MJ looked down and cleared her throat.

“Thanks Peter.” she whispered, which snapped him out of his trance.

“Anytime.” he replied smiling. She still seemed to refuse to make eye contact, and he knew he must’ve been imagining, but he could’ve sworn, just for a moment, that he saw the faintest trace of a blush on her face.

“I mean, really, thank you Peter. You didn’t have to do any of this, it’s really nice.”

“Sure I did. You didn’t think I’d just let you ignore me did you?” This got a laugh from her. Small but it gave him the greatest feeling.

This was the night Peter Parker realized he had fallen in love. This was so much more than a crush or anything he had felt before. This was so much more. And he knew he was thoroughly screwed.

#Spider-Man: Homecoming #Spideychelle #Petermj #Peter x Michelle #Peter x MJ #peter parker #michelle jones #Swinging #Fluff

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billyharris · 6 years

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☼ Underneath The Same Sun ☼

Chapter three !! Return of the angst. By this point, y’all should know this is inspired by @itsday353‘s headcanons. But I’m still going to credit Mel anyway !! Also I really want to thank everyone for the nice words. I really was nervous putting my writing out there and getting nothing by praise is super sweet. I’m so touched tbh. Okay enough of my bs. Here we go ~

✧ Chapter One ✧ Chapter Two ✧ Chapter Three ✧

Words ;; 3,781 ･ﾟ Pairing ;; Richie Tozier / Eddie Kaspbrak, sprinkles of Stan Uris / Bill Denbrough, & some big time Stozier friendship vibes in this one y’all ･ﾟ Warnings ;; ANGST BOYS, strong language, plenty of penis talk, and a lot of pot smoking.

❝ — It had been two whole weeks since ‘the incident’ had occurred. That’s what they were calling it. The Cali boys decided ‘Richie posting his boyfriend’s penis to tumblr’ didn’t quite have the right tone to it. So ‘the incident’ would suffice. In those two weeks, drama filled the internet and trxshmouth grew from 4000 followers to about 9000. He still got messages about the photo to this day. He hasn’t posted since. Even opening the app made him want to be sick. But it didn’t matter that Stan and Bill had made posts telling everyone to knock it all off on their respective blogs. People loved their drama. It felt like it was never going to end. Also in those two weeks Eddie and Richie had yet to talk again. And Richie couldn’t blame him. He was rot, growing and destroying everything he touched. It wouldn’t be long until Richie fucked up with Stan and lost him too. He could feel it.

“Hey pal.” Stan coughed through the thick plums of smoke that filled the room. “Missed you in class this morning…guess you were in here hot-boxing again…like you did yesterday…and the day before that.” Richie didn’t reply, he just took another hit of the bong he was grasping and blew puffs up in the air. “Well, Bill took your notes for you. Just the way you like it…The way Eddie taught you to.” Stan knew what he was doing poking the bear like this. Since the break-up Richie was falling more and more into the pit of self depreciation and Stan had to put on his mom jeans and take care of him. But it had been fifteen days and it was time Richie made some progress.

“Don’t say his name.” Richie muttered, vapor trailing from his nostrils and mouth along with the words.

“He speaks! Who knew ?!” Stan waved through the clouds to the window and propped it open. Richie huffed, rolling his eyes and leaning back against the wall with his legs pulled up to his chest. He could sense he was about to be mothered and he wasn’t sure he was ready. Stan now was sitting next to Richie on his bed and his face was all scrunched up. He hated the smell of pot. Richie knew that. But it didn’t change the fact that Richie had been so invested in his tunnel vision of despair to care about how he was bothering Stan. “Look. Bud. You can’t keep doing this.” Richie didn’t reply. “Fine. Fine! No more mister nice Uris. I’ve let you smoke up this dorm for two weeks, a violation of the rules by the way - we can get in big trouble ! I’ve let you sulk like some moopy zoo lion for too long. It’s time we talk about the incident and fucking just - just get over with it for fucks sake, Richie.”

It wasn’t like Stan to get this fed up. He cursed, but not like this. It was odd seeing him care so much. Richie knew deep down they loved one another in the most platonic way they could, but they never showed it. Richie pouted and sat there in silence for a few moments. “What is there to say ?? Eddie hates me. I’ve lost him.” Stan slowly moved closer to his roommate and placed a hand on Rich’s shoulder.

“Come on - it wasn’t that bad. I’m sure Eddie is going to text real soon.”

“Not that bad ? Not that bad ?!” Richie yelled, swatting Stan’s hand away. “Do you think Bill would just get over you posting his dick on the internet ?! No way !! This is monumental in the hall of fame of mistakes I’ve made. ”

Stan let a sly smirk appear on his features, trying to find a way to get to his depressed friend and assuming comedy was his best bet. “Well I wouldn’t be able to - it’s way too big to fit on a phone screen.” Richie for nearly a millisecond dropped his frown. “Ah - got you!” Stan said pointing at the slight curl in Richie’s lips, to which the other boy quickly pushed away, adding on an even stronger frown to combat it with.

“He deserves better.” And then it got way worse. Tears were welling up in Richie’s brown iris’. He was holding it all back, but it didn’t last long before drops were cascading down past his freckles. “Why would he even take me back ? It’ll just end in me fucking up again. Face it Stanley. I deserve to be alone.”

“Bullshit !!” Richie squinted through his fog filled glasses at Stan, still shocked by the way Stan was sticking up for him. “You fucked up and you do that a lot. But that’s your fucking charm !! Anyone would be fucking lucky to call you a friend, let alone a boyfriend. If Eddie can’t fucking see that - then he’s missing out on everything that is the amazing Richie Tozier experience.”

Richie was openly sobbing now, pulling Stan into a tight hug and burying his face into the other’s chest. This was the most Richie had said in two weeks. And before this, all he would say was ‘close the lights’ or ‘leave me alone.’ Stan was forced to give his roommate the space he needed. So Bill wasn’t sleeping over as much. Their whole system was fucked up since the incident. And it was a shame because if Richie wasn’t cracking puns or making your mom jokes about Bill, then he wasn’t really Richie. The sloth Stan had been rooming with for two weeks wasn’t the Richie he knew and loved.

But as Richie finally broke and weeped onto Stan’s polo, he knew the problem couldn’t be solved so simply. Forgetting Eddie wasn’t an option. Richie really did mean it. He was in love. Now, Stan was in love with Bill too. And the thought of losing him was in his head had him pulling back his own tears. He had to help Richie get Eddie back. “Richie -” Stan whimpered out, grabbing the other boy and letting them be face to face. “You are my best friend. I know this means a lot to you. We are going to fix it.”

Richie turned his head away, having a hard time looking at Stan in the eyes. He was queasy and emotional, the ounces of THC in his system to blame for that. Richie hadn’t been sober in days. Anytime his high faltered for a second, he would toke up again. This all began the day Eddie slammed that laptop down and told Richie to never call him again. He had to oblige. It’s what Eddie wanted and deserved. Richie would only hurt him more. “And then what ?!You have to keep coming in and save my relationship when I inevitably destroy it again. Face it, Stan. I’m toxic. No one is safe from me. The semester is almost over. I’m not going to blame you when you dorm with Bill next year. I wouldn’t want to live with me either.”

“Hey!” Stan grabbed Richie’s cheek and held it so they could finally lock eyes. “Are you insane ?! You must be if you think I’m going to room with anyone but you next year.” Richie was so used to people abandoning him. Pushing him away. The fact that Stan wanted him to stay around was the real insane idea. “You are going to have to try much harder to push me away, bud. You hear me ?!”

Richie was barley in that room mentally, but that last bit really hit him. Stan went out of his way to see past Richie’s bullshit. It was wild. Back during break, Stan didn’t stop for a second before offering his house to Richie. They were best friends who supported one another. And Richie never felt so warn and comforted before. He avoided Stan as he spoke, looking anywhere but his pupils, but once he finished speaking, they finally locked. There was a silent moment of just the two boys staring at one another through the fog.

It was like a scene in a movie, the way the smoke cleared and Richie was stuck face to face with Stan, the man trying everything and anything to make Richie feel safe. He was so overwhelmed by Stan’s gesture. And even though the boys were both crying now, they were also matching in wide smiles. They knew they could rely on one another. They knew that their bond had long surpassed college roommates. Richie could never replace Stan again. His heart swelled as Stan patted Richie’s shoulder and let his hand raise to fill into’s Richie’s knotted curls. “You’re going to be okay, trashmouth. I promise.”

Then Richie’s lips parted and he did what he did best. Fuck things up. Richie pushed himself forward and placed his lips on his roommate’s. His hand falling to Stan’s thigh and gripping as he deepened the kiss. Stan pushed him back and Richie fell onto his back. Stan quickly stood up from Richie’s bed and paced a little.

“I’m going to blame that on the pot and ignore you ever did that, okay ??” Stan held his hands to his hips. “Yeah. That’s what I’m going to do.” Richie nodded his head along, eyes fluttering closed from exhaustion of crying and being so stoned.

“What did I do to get a roommate like you ??” Richie curled up, snuggling the bong like a pillow and yawning before dozing off. Stan was proud that Richie had a breakthrough, even if it meant that the damn kid actually kissed him. He was insane. But that’s the Richie; Stan knew and grew accustomed to. Bill wasn’t even jealous when he found out. He saw it as a win too. Bill himself had developed feelings for Richie. The three of them were all best friends. Ride or dies. And it was just the right support system Richie needed after leaving his unloving family behind.

❝ — Another week went by and Richie was getting back into acting like a normal teenager again. He was still high all the time and rarely left his and Stan’s dorm. But it was progress. Progress that started with Richie messaging Bev. Mike and Ben would be better when trying to approach Eddie, but Richie never got their info. Their interactions where slim. All he knew about them were through Eddie and what little skype interaction they had. Beverly Marsh was his best option. But if Richie was being honest. She scared the shit out of him.

↪ trxshmouth - Bev please just let him know I’m sorry and I that I’m here to talk if he needs it

↪ wiinterfiire - No way !! You are the last person he needs to talk to.

↪ wiinterfiire - if you think I’m going to let you hurt my best friend again ? Then you are way more stupid than I thought.

↪ wiinterfiire - He can’t talk to you. I don’t want him to talk to you. Go back to your dumb blog and get past it.

↪ wiinterfiire - Find someone else to exploit for laughs.

↪ wiinterfiire - Eddie can’t handle another heartbreak. MOVE ON !!

Richie had plenty to say back to Bev. But he was smart enough to know not to get in the ring with the mother lion. He thought Stan was protective. Bev was triple that. “There’s no use !!” Richie yelled, throwing his phone down to the mattress. “At this rate, Eddie has probably moved on. It’s useless.”

“W-wuh-Why don’t you just tell Ed-Ed-Eddie how you feel directly ??” Bill replied, from his spot on Stan’s bed. He moved back in two days ago. The dorm was full again. And the task was to get Richie back to his usual smiling self.

“I can’t just message him, Big Bill. I need to really let him know I love him. He’s over there in New York thinking that I used him. Thinking that he didn’t mean the world to me!! I can’t have him thinking that and I don’t have the balls right now to just tell him the truth over the phone.” Fear of rejection had riddled Richie useless.

“Well then grow a pair. It’s not like you can just fly to New York, throw a rock at his window and open your heart to him.” Stan chuckled slightly, his face falling when he saw Richie’s wide grin. “No - No. Richie that’s insane. We’re not going to New York !!” Stan put himself and Bill in the equation because they were all family now. “This is not happening !!”

“Please !! It’s for true love.” Richie hopped on his feet, bouncing as he plead to his roommate. “You’d do it for your hung boyfriend, wouldn’t you ?? Why not for my average sized ex boyfriend ?!” Richie had grabbed Stan’s hands in his own now. He looked over to Bill who was smiling at the two of them. Stan rolled his eyes, knowing now he didn’t really have a say in this.

“Fine! Fine !” Stan shook Richie’s off his and shook his head, mad at how easily he caved. “For love!” Plus seeing his roommate smile and crack jokes was settling. He needed the old Rich back and flying to New York was the only way.

❝ — Another week went by, spring break for UCLA was starting and instead of flying to Cabo or Miami like all the other students, Richie, Bill, and Stan were on a delta flight to JFK. Bill was asleep on Stan’s shoulder and Richie was holding Stan’s spare hand, bouncing his knee in fear. Not by the flight. But by what was to come in the next few days. “What if he doesn’t take me back, Stanley ??”

Stan’s eyes were closed, him attempting to sleep. “Not going to happen, Richie.”

“But what if it does ??!!” Richie was sober, he had to be to fly and it was showing, as he was a nervous wreck.

“He’s had a month and change to think about the incident. If he’s not over it by now - You are just going to have to really show him how you feel. And after a month of you whining about how much you miss him, I can’t imagine him denying you.” Stan finally opened his eyes and looked over at Richie, who was chewing on his fingernails. “If he loves you half as much as you love him, it won’t even be up to debate.” Richie put his hand down and squeezed Stan’s with the other. He smiled and nodded, knowing Stan could always calm him down. “Please don’t kiss me again.” They both laughed it off. The mood lightning up quickly.

“I don’t remember doing that. I’m still not convinced you didn’t make it up.” Richie chimed while batting his eyelashes at his best friend.

“Disgusting. All I want to do is forget your chapped, gross lips on mine. I would never willingly think that up.”

“You fucking loved it, Stanley. You were a few seconds away from asking me to join you and Billiam.” Richie winked and Stan rolled his eyes so hard he gave himself a headache. And after a month of depressed Richie, Stan was almost happy to have a Richie migraine return.

“Glad to have you back, buddy.”

The plan was simple. They would land soon and then check into their overpriced hotel a few blocks away from Eddie’s dorm building. In the morning Richie would get his ex flowers and the healthy dark chocolates he loved, knock on his door and basically beg for him to take him back.

❝ — But it was now around nine at night, Stan and Bill were curled up in their bed and Richie couldn’t help but get antsy and emotional. Watching Bill and Stan be so in love was driving Rich crazy. They were so natural with their love. It was effortless and all Richie wanted with Eddie. Richie was pacing around the hotel room now, unable to wait for them to issue their big plan. How could he, when he knew Eddie was at the library right now tutoring someone. He always did this on Thursday nights. He had to act now. Waiting till morning was going to kill him. Richie dug through his bag and rolled the pot he smuggled into the state. If he was going to do this tonight, being sober just wasn’t an option. Richie smoked the bag, while he got ready to confess his love to Eddie.

He didn’t have time to get gifts, before he was standing in front of the NYU library entrance. It was this large open building and Richie could see Eddie sitting on the second floor balcony. He was smiling and laughing with some girl as they began to pack up their textbooks and notebooks. His smile was beautiful in person. And seeing him so happy was making Richie’s inside churn. Richie almost didn’t move. He remained frozen in place, scared shitless. But he thought about Stan and all the effort his best friend put in for him to do this. There was no turning back now. It was go time.

Richie slammed through the doors and stomped into the atrium. “Eddie fucking Kaspbrak, I love you !!” His vision was only slightly blurry from the THC. Clear enough that he could see Eddie’s shock as he stared over the balcony railing at his ex.

“Richie, are you high ?! What are you doing here ?!”

“Yes. Yes I am high. Very. High in love with you !! and weed. I’m also on weed.” Eddie’s eyes looked like they could pop out any second, he was so startled. His mouth opened but no words left his soft looking lips. Because even from a floor down, those lips looked beautiful and perfectly kissable. Richie was craving them. “I’m sorry I posted your dick pic to my tumblr !! It was the biggest mistake I’ve ever made. And I haven’t stopped thinking about it. - The mistake I mean - not your dick. Okay I’ve also been thinking about your dick for weeks but that’s not important right now.” People were crowding around them now. The girl Eddie was tutoring was laughing to herself, clearly shocked to hear innocent Eddie’s penis was currently on the internet. Eddie was shaking his head now, panic stewing in his features.

“Richie - I think you should go -”

“Eds, please. Hear me out. It was all an accident. I didn’t mean to hurt you like that. And for a month now, I’ve been destroying myself over what I did to you. I know I don’t deserve you. I know I’m a huge fuck up - but you make me better.” Richie was beginning to well up now. Eddie wasn’t crying, he looked like he was still in shock. “I just - I just love you so fucking much it’s killing me. Every morning I wake up and when my good morning message isn’t there - I feel more and more alone. I feel abandoned. And I’m not trying to guilt you or anything. I know I push people away. I know that I in retrospect, pushed you away subconsciously or whatever…My brain just can’t let me have a good thing. But - fuck - Eddie. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me and I can’t let myself just give up on you.” Richie was letting the tears fall now. He knew his rant wasn’t what he had planned. But it sounded way more real and honest than the draft him and the boys thought up.

Eddie was crying now. Along with a few onlookers in the library. “I thought about messaging you every day, Richie. I wanted to so bad. But I was afraid you - I was afraid you didn’t really love me. I thought you were just using me. I thought I was part of this game I didn’t even know I was playing - I don’t know.”

Richie could actually hear his heart breaking. He rubbed at his wet eyes and shook his head frantically. “I wanted to message you too. I thought you would never want to talk to me again. I was so afraid of you rejecting me. After what I did-”

“No, Richie. I overreacted last month. It was an accident and I shouldn’t of put all the blame on you like I did. Truth is I only sent that damn snapchat because I was worried after we - we you know…I thought you would be done with me. I love you, Richie.” Richie couldn’t speak anymore. There was nothing really left to say after he heard those words he so desperately had been waiting for. Rich just ran to a ladder leaning against the balcony and began to scale it up to the love of his life. The stairs were down the hall and that frankly was just too far. Richie needed to kiss his boyfriend now. “What are you -” Eddie was chuckling through his tears, shocked but not shocked at the same time Richie was doing something this zany.

Once they were level, Richie desperately collided with Eddie. Nearly four months of dating without touching built up to this perfect kiss. The two melted into the embrace, both wanting this for so long and not being able to get it. The whole library filled with applause as the boys got to finally live out their fantasy. Their tear stained cheeks were rubbing against one another and neither could stop themselves from smiling so much. Eddie lifted his hand from the railing to grab onto Richie’s hair and he nearly died right there if felt so good. “I love you so much.” He breathed in between kisses. And then Richie was so invested in Eddie, he got lost and forgot he was practically hanging from a railing at the moment. He went to pull in Eddie and dropped down to the carpet below.

Eddie leaned over the railing, lips still pursed and red from their embrace. “Richie!! Oh shit, are you okay ?!”

Richie smiled and threw up two thumbs to his boyfriend above him. “All good, Eddie Bear.” Richie was not good. He had two broken ribs and a concussion. But blame it on the pot or his immense love for Eddie Kaspbrak; in that moment he couldn’t feel a damn thing.

✧ The End ✧

@my-son-richie-tozier @liohprincexx @rememberingtozier @lukemybieber @shamelessvegas @richie-n-eds @im-not-psychotic @dianathehorrible @fangirl-and-proud4 @aestheticlly-indie @makelovegood @couldbemimi

#reddie au #reddie fic #reddie #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #[ F ]

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cryingbilldenbrough · 6 years

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I love your Hanbrough stuff!! Give me more heartwrenching Hanbrough feels!!

GOD okay so would u like to hear my hanbrough endgame and also how It would have ended if stephen king wasnt a pussy ass bitch?

firstly, bill fuckin breaks up with his wife

because he cheated on her and she fucking deserves better

(i do not like stephen’s characterization of adult bill denbrough so like let’s just throw all that bullshit out the window)

and here’s the thing: bill knows he fucked up

he KNOWS audra would be heartbroken and he can’t bear to put her through it

AND he’s like

hey, i dont deserve happiness anyway!

i built a life and fell in love with this person and i fucked it up!

and i do not deserve redemption!

so, when audra wakes up with no memory of the past week

he wants to tell her everything’s fine and they’re fine

but the lie catches in his throat

and instead a partial truth spills out

he tells her some BS about returning to Derry to be with bev, making up some long lost love story

and the hurt and pain on audra’s face is worth the fact that if she goes, she’ll be safe and she’ll be happy

and that’s more than bill deserves

he sends her off in a taxi to the airport and rubs a hand over his face

because like, what now?

he’s spent the last five or six years of his life building it around audra and making movies with her and writing scripts for her

and all that’s been thrown out the window

and like, even if he hadn’t sent his wife away, bill isn’t fucking sure he’d be able to move on from this!!

(georgie’s smiling face, covered in blood, flashes through his mind every time he fucking blinks)

(eddie’s screams echo in his ears, the sputtering, blood soaked cough and rattling of his last breath)

(the Void swallowing him whole)

(the Spider and its hundreds of fucking eggs, seeds of terror and pain and gut-clenching FEAR of What If We Didn’t Get Them All?)

anyway

bill goes to the one place he knows

he climbs the stairs to mike’s townhouse and fishes the spare key out from under the mat

and when mike comes home from the hospital, stiff and sore and homesick for something he can’t recall

bill’s sleeping in his guest bedroom

(“hey, m-mike,” bill greets, voice scratchy and some of it comes rushing back to mike

not all of it, because he hasn’t been thinking of it in a while

and these things take time

but mike remembers that he loves bill and that’s all he needs to know)

so like bill moves in

he takes Silver into town, which is being rebuilt slowly but surely and buys clothes at the second hand store, picks up essentials at the strange new mall that feels like he’s stepping into a universe outside Derry

and bill makes mike’s guest room His Room

they eat dinner together, after mike gets home from the library, and they talk

they talk and talk and talk and try to keep the memories alive

because the rest have already forgotten

bill called richie last weekend, phone crackling over the long distance, and richie had hung up on him as soon as he’d called him trashmouth in a vague attempt to spark a memory

mike tries bev and ben next, somewhere in nebraska, and their number has already been disconnected

the memories of childhood are already hazy and bill is fucking scared

he was robbed of them once and he’s not fucking letting that happen again

so one day, while mike’s at work, bill runs into town and buys like five big binders and a fuckton of looseleaf

“whatcha workin on?” the lady at the checkout counter says, snapping her gum

“history project” he replies shortly

that night, mike comes home to a kitchen table absolutely COVERED in papers and books

“we can’t let It get forgotten,” bill says, eyes wild

“you know that’s not how this works,” mike replies, calmly and casual and so so patient and bill KNOWS but they’ve gotta try!!!!!

“we can’t let Eddie be forgotten,” bill tries, needling his way into mike’s fuckin heart “or stan or g-georgie” (mike tries not to think about how, after all these years, bill can’t help but stutter his brother’s name)

mike breaks, sighing and sitting down at the table

and they work together to catalogue the history of derry

they spend long nights at the library, photocopying books and cross-referencing facts

and soon they have a pretty comprehensive history, full of small little details only they could know

and it feels solid

it feels like it’s going to stick this time

it’s like focusing on the memory of their friends has strengthened their bonds, rejuvenating their Ancient Power

the Lucky Seven are cosmically tied and bill fucking remembers that now

they wrap up the history with a final picture

a snapshot of the Losers posing in the Barrens

bill runs his fingers over eddie’s smile and richie’s glasses and bev’s hair

and then turns to mike and revels in the piece of his past he’s managed to keep

they take Silver out for a ride the next day

their history books are tucked onto the shelf in mike’s office (the room that at one point had been Bill’s Room)

mike holds tight to bill’s waist, trusting and grounding

they ride like the wind

they ride to feel alive, to feel close, and to feel Loved

and they ride because they beat the Devil

send me headcanons/prompts!

#hanbrough #bill denbrough #mike hanlon #it headcanons #THIS GOT SO LONG #IM SORRY EVERYBODY #i just have a lot of feelings about Fixing bill denbrough's character arc #my writing

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joulethieves · 6 years

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found family drabble in which balthier’s been flying all across ivalice avoiding coming to terms with vaan (again, probably age 25) and the orphan girl (age 4 or 5) in rabanastre - until finally a heist gets the best of him and he breaks a leg, pretty badly. fran flies them back to rabanastre where he is bedridden for quite some weeks. insert vaan and orphan bab - who i’ve temporarily named cisne - taking care of him. which means a whole lot of cisne being adorable and working through the many walls of balthier’s resolve. this also does wonders for the gap cleaved by balthier’s hand between him and vaan. throughout the weeks the tension slowly works away until nothing is left but everything unsaid. will balthier stay? will he go? vaan needs to know. ty @kujicoo for talking with me randomly about it until we asploded into headcanons and bs. idk why this shit is like candy to write. *POINTEDLY AVOIDS OTHER FIC OBLIGATIONS WITH THIS SHIT*

across the room, vaan sits upon the tired velvet chair in a slump and wrings his hands. “balthier,” he begins, voice quiet and taut, “i know that i’ve...been putting this off-- for a while.” boy, his hands sure are interesting. “but cisne, y’know, she’s nuts about you more than ever now. and i think--i think you like her too.” vaan allows himself a ghost of a smile here as he stares down at his hands and recalls the last few weeks, watching the sky pirate slowly fall victim to her whims. it’s been, truth be told, wonderful to see. he wants to see it every damn day - vaan knows this is what he wants. and this is why he’s here. “look. i know this isn’t really ideal for you, i mean--” a laugh, almost self deprecating, “i pretty much have you trapped here in a room with a broken leg. but, i can’t keep her in the dark any longer. she... she wants to know if you’ll stay.”

it’s harder than it should be, to drag his eyes from his hands to meet the sky pirate’s gaze across the room, but vaan manages. balthier’s eyes bore straight into his, unreadable and stoic, but the dalmascan says it anyway -

“and so do i.”

predictable silence stretches between them, a thread across the room vaan can practically see. he wants to grab it between both fists and pull until it snaps and everything between them unsaid can make sense again. balthier has always been a puzzle of a hume that vaan's had no qualms accepting with all his unclear, jagged pieces; he’s been content to leave the mismatched image as is, if balthier is happy enough with the picture he’s composed thus far. but that was then, before cisne... and whatever chasm grew between him and balthier during these months.

now, vaan needs answers, and there’s a guilt that digs through the very centre of him in asking balthier to hand them over. but it’s not just his heart on the line anymore. it’s another orphan’s too, and vaan won’t keep her waiting any longer. he sees her falling in love with balthier, every day more that they spend together,

just as he sees himself falling more in love with him as well.

in the dim light of the inn room, balthier’s tired features are soft. the shadows curve along his cheekbones to dull his edges, and all that stands out in the warmth of the room is the crisp white of his tunic and the rumpled sheets pooled around his waist. vaan’s hands tighten with his throat as the silence pries at him. and then balthier moves, suddenly, shifts on the bed with a stiffness that he cannot hide - he winces, sucks in a breath through his teeth, and slides from the center of the bed to one half.

and then he expectantly pats the spot he just cleared.

“come join me on the bed, would you? you’re awfully hard to reason with from across the room.”

vaan’s feet carry him before his mind can catch up, and soon he’s stretched alongside balthier on the cozy mattress certainly not meant for two men. still, they manage, and balthier is quick to wrap and arm around vaan to bring his blonde head to his chest. vaan obliges the motion, and lets out a long sigh through his nose as he settles against him.

“i’ve been giving it much thought myself, as of late. i’ve certainly had the time for thoughts,” balthier offers, still maddeningly full of pretense. vaan wants to shake him and he would were balthier not already bedridden from his heist-induced injury - instead vaan finds his impatience smoothed down as the older man runs his hands through the mess of vaan’s long hair, working out the knots between the strands, and between them both. “she’s infectious, the girl. much like another once-orphan i know. hm,” a fond hum warms the room further, and balthier presses his lips to the crown of vaan’s head. “i admit you have quite a knack for mussing my script about in ways i’m ever hard-pressed to make sense of. and now indeed you have me trapped like a hare, with both yourself and cisne having at me mercilessly; show’ring me in affections, tales, company alike that makes these drab days in this wretched sickbed seem almost tolerable. pleasant, even,” he adds, and vaan can hear the very rise of his brow as he speaks.

“i did tell her to be extra sweet to you,” vaan grins, “but she took her own liberties and then i couldn’t stop her. i created a monster.”

“don’t give yourself so much credit,” balthier snorts, “you know i’ve a way with the ladies in such a manner i can’t even begin to make you understand.”

vaan swats at him dismissively, and balthier’s rich chuckle makes him want to smile. talk about infectious.

“cisne is special; i’ll give you that, certainly. i was skeptical at first, lending most of your good word to that irrepressible heart of gold you’re ever-cursed with.” vaan smiles against balthier’s chest and recalls their conversation many months ago about her where he said just that. “but it would seem your affections are well-warranted. i can see why you’re so enamored - whatever spell she has you under has, damnably, spread to me.” here, vaan wants to preen - he knew she’d pry her little fingers into his heart if they could just get him to sit still long enough to pull it off. this broken leg business really ended up being a boon for all three of them.

“but vaan, the sky is no place to raise a little girl.”

the reality slices through vaan and his smile drops like a marionette with severed strings. balthier continues.

“she’ll do well to be raised here in rabanastre, what with your flat and all that can accommodate her and yourself both.”

rabanastre. home. rabanastre has always been that, whether vaan is in the heart of it or thousands of miles away in a sky he’s never known. home has always been here. outside the inn, the sounds of the royal city still weave through the streets below as night settles in, a richness vaan cannot hope to unearth in any sort of treasure.

but he cannot make balthier see this.

distantly, amidst the white noise filling his head and heart with trepidation, vaan can feel balthier’s fingers run through his hair again - though the knots have given to his ministrations and they slide through the flaxen tresses with ease.

“there are, as you can imagine, a multitude of issues with this.”

the dalmascan sighs in defeat and screws his eyes tight, tight, tight - here it comes. the answer he’d been dreading. he told himself not to hold his breath, told himself not to, damn it all. but he couldn’t help it. it was all too good to imagine, again, infectious - to picture a life where the past few weeks, barring the injury, could be a way of life for all three of them.

vaan knew it was too good to be true. but he’d hoped nonetheless. that’s what orphans do, and he’ll always be one at heart - a foolish dalmascan boy who hopes for a family again, one that he can keep this time. he moves to rise from balthier, the bed, this room, this very place--but balthier keeps him pressed to his chest as he continues.

“first thing’s first, that bed of yours in your flat is terribly small. i’ll not be sharing it with you unless we replace it with something suitable. if that means i have to go purchase one myself and haul it up the stairs then so be it.”

vaan’s head shoots up so fast he nearly clips balthier’s chin. suddenly the white noise in his head switches to a ring, but the pirate continues, as if he hadn’t just said the start of an absolute game-changer.

“secondly, she’ll need to be placed in schooling. proper schooling, mind. surely our dear queen has implemented some arrangement these many years to rebuild your once less-than-stellar education programs.”

the ringing grows louder and vaan’s heart is in his ears as balthier drawls on.

“third, we’ll need some breed of proper documentation for this. now i know you, by technical terms, stole this homeless child from the very streets of rozarria and smuggled her across several borders, so don’t fret; believe it or not i’m not terribly against forgery. just don’t tell dear fran, heaven forfend. her fragile disposition won’t hold out on the shock.”

vaan feels dizzy. that heartbeat thrumming in his eardrums has taken over his very pulse and he comes alive on the bed to wrap balthier in his arms, and vaan presses his face against the man’s neck to hide the wetness of his eyes. “balthier,” vaan breathes out, and he curls his hands around the man’s soft hair like a child would, “d’you mean it?”

there’s no use hiding, vaan knows this. he lifts his head from balthier’s throat and locks eyes with the older man, whose gaze looks back at him this time with no walls; a puzzle rearranged in such a way that vaan can see the picture clearer now, one where they both fit, this time with no jagged edges.

“i do.”

#this is the worst #help #bv foundfamily #i'm sorry #why are you reading this

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