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#i wouldnt mind some dick but fuck i just need a hug
nothingbutfilthx · 2 years
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Katsuki bakugo- headcannons
- character is aged up 18+
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(i need to write shyt for mha after the latest manga chapter, ifykyk)
sfw
- im sorry guys but he wouldn't call you teddy bear (even though i myself am completely upset by this) 😭😖
- however, bakugo does call people by their quirks or features, i feel he'd call his s/o ; gorgeous, brat or simply just 'MINE'.
- not alot of pda in public. Some. But not alot.
- tight hugs! Warm hugs too 😍 *swoon*
- jealous. Probably will threaten to beat someones ass for looking at his girl.
- speaking of jealousy... %100 will kiss you and hold you in front of said perv. Let them know only he can kiss you
- behind closed doors. He's a sweetheart.
- (this is kinda self indulgent, im sorry ..im not) he hasn't slept well since being kidnapped, one night you two were watching a movie, the movie is halfway? And hes asleep head on your chest looking so peaceful.. from then on he sleeps with you next to him. (In his opinion best sleep ever)
- no secret hes a smart cookie, helps you study.
- training with you. Unfortunately if he wants to be the best ..he wont hold back. But he knows your more than capable of defending against him.
- protective. Is ready to fight someone to the death if it meant protecting you. He knowd youd do the same ( i would definitely protecc kats 😭 )
- bakusquad. Obvi. Bakugo is obvi alpha of the group , denki has defs called you mrs alpha before..baukugo didnt hate it , actually he took it upon himself to call you Mrs. Alpha.
- if y'all get into an argument.. he's cooking and bringing flowers to apologize to you.
- carrys you firman style or bridal.
- dates with kats are either adrenaline fueled places or somehow end up being a bakusquad group thing. (Ngl wouldnt bother me)
- hear me out. The movie 10 things i hate about you ...the paintball scene.. yeah that but bakugo 😍😭😍. (Self indulgent? Yes? Does it fit? Yes. Mind will bot be changed)
- u.a does a prom thing. Proms arent his thing but he jumped at the chance to ask you. Seeing you dressed up and glowing like a goddess.. his goddess sparked a joy in him.
- if hes stressed. Shoulder massages.
- cooking together 😍 teaches you how to cook his and your favourite meals.
- says i love you anytime you or him leaves the door.
- fought aizawa so you could sit next to him in class.. (aizawa being a secret softie caved and gave in)
- he trusts only kirishima with you.
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- katsuki be packing the finest dick. Thick cock.. lengthy too, one vein going to the head (how does one describe a dick..?🤣)
- brat tamer . Dominant as fuck.
- degrading. 'filthy whore, daddys lil slut, desperate bitch, needy cum slut'
- dont worry he also gives praise. 'good girl. Doing so good f'me. Look how pretty you look. Taking me well'
- hes the top. Definitely likes to be called master, sir or daddy.
- Markings! Hickeys. Bruises, hand prints
- choking either from his hand around your throat or his dick being down your throat either way it pleases him to see it
- filthiest dirty talk. 'like daddys cock deep in you huh babe? Feels so good in you. Cum all over my cock slut.'
- trying to be quiet? Good luck (🤣) he will thrust into you at a brutal pace to force a scream, squeal or whatever out of you. 'cmon babe louder let everyone hear how good you feel' (😳 ...hot..sh don't u judge me 🤣)
- multiple rounds. He will only finish when hes %100 sure you'll be fucked dumb or sore tomorrow.
- any position. As long as he can get a view and hear you. Hes good..if he had to pick bent over or mating press. He loves being deep in you .
- hair pulling. Wether hes hitting it from behind or your sucking him off hes pulling your hair
- headgame 😫 man will go down and eat u like a man starved. Wont stop till his face is dripping with your juices.
- stamina. He aint cumming anytime soon. He's making sure your not moving when y'all done
- he will cum anywhere. On your tits?yep. In your mouth? Yep. On your face? Yepp. In your cunt? Double yep.
- TEASER!!!!!!! Will tease you and edge you if youve sassed him or bratted him. 'aww wanna cum? Mm not yet babe..gotta make you sorry for that attitude today. Wanna cum? Apologize and beg for it'
- okay fr tho. He is absolutely the king of aftercare. He knows he is overly rough but a nice bath and clean sheets and clothes outta fix it + cuddles and whatever dessert he can find.
- drunk bakugo had admitted he'd like to tag team you with Kiri. Though you wait for his sober self to say this to act on it.
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😍 him in the jeans thoo ...ffffff ddaaaddyyyy
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theselkiesea · 3 years
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im fucking miserable and need fucked
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sailorhyunjinz · 3 years
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SKZ SHORT REACTION TO YOU ALWAYS CRYING , WHINING , AND RUBBING YOUR FACE INTO THEM DURING SEX 😭🥺🥺 CUTE FDDFFGG
It just always feels so good and overwhelming to have fat cock inside of your tiny pussy 🥺
Also ilysm <33 hry ?
-🐈
KITTEN! how are youuu~? i’m doing just fine, thank you for asking ^^
also... wish i could relate but do i get dick? no, none. ASHAHSHSA
OK QUICK REACTION (aka cherry word vomits) LEGO
warnings; dom!skz x gn!reader, dacryphilia, explicit sexual scenes, slight impact play, moaning, sex (well no fucking shit), orgasm,,, uh what more,,
before starting lemme just say this; as a collective THEY LOVE IT, EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THEM LOVES IT but sure... some more than others 
Bangchan
nah mate you got him whipped 
W H I P P E D
just imagine holding him close and rubbing your face against his muscles while he’s just going at it OH LORD-
he already likes being in control
and when you show that you are weak in the presence of this dominant aura it just boosts that aura tenfolds.
i dont think he’d go as far as to see you cry but like tear up yk?
but BRUH HE LOSES HIS SHIT WHEN YOU’RE CLINGY
your toes curling as you try to move away from his touch, him already beginning on your fourth orgasm that night
you try to hold on to anything which is most likely his broad shoulders (oop drooling a bit)
DUDE HAS THEM GUNS TO BE ABLE TO MANHANDLE YOU WITH EASE
which he does... a lot 
but he would always ask if you felt comfortable and would remind you to use the safeword because caring dom shit 
whine his name and BYE- he cums
would ask you to say it louder
“let everyone hear how good im making my baby feel”
Minho
SKSKASK all of you guys are going to say that i’m stereotyping minho
BUT IT MUST BE SAID
he likes it to a certain extent
if you belong to the more extremely squirmy people chances are he would get kinda annoyed having to hold you down LMAO
THATS NOT TO SAY THAT HE DOESNT LOVE SEEING YOU WRECKED
nononono honey... this man is corruption kink in human form
crying >>>>> moaning
WELL THATS MY GUESS
he’d be all cocky about it
“only i can make you feel like that baby?” 
WAIT LISTEN TO THIS
he has a whole ass folder on his phone that’s just pictures of you being completely wrecked 
he uses them to jerk off 110%
it can really be any kind of pictures but his favorite is the one where you have both cum and tears running down your face
somebody take the internet away from me 
Changbin
awh binnie baby likes it v v much 
it let’s him know how much you are enjoying it which is more important then getting his own pleasure
oof service top binnie?? ok stop cherry dont LMAO
weak for your whining 100%
especially if it’s all like,, high pitched and cute I CANT-
ngl it gets him even hornier 
you’re feeding his horny monster by holding onto him, scratching his back and leaving all kinds of marks. 
just gonna say it; he likes seeing you desperate
“binnie~ i need you inside of m-me..”
say that and HE A GONER
BECAUSE HE LIKES SEEING OTHERS WANT HIM (i know all your secrets dont even try to hide it you smug hot mf)
because of his buff arms he would have no problem pinning you down if you squirmed around too much 
his sturdy arms in contrast with your quivering body OH GAWD
“you want me? beg then” 
and you can’t simply ask 
you need to whine it
IT DOESNT HAVE TO SOUND CUTE
just desperate ;)))
Hyunjin
the whole fucking rubbing your face and hair against him; in love
it doesnt even have to be against him
against the bed or against a pillow is enough to keep him going
your hair all disheveled when you look at him :((
“do i fuck you that good, baby?” he cooed at you, your head burried in a multitude of pillows. you nod, your hair in your face as your whole body jerks forward from his powerful thrust
we all know that this boy is vocal 
so you would have to be EVEN LOUDER to get him off
which you were
god you know the dance lives??
when he’s all sweaty and is heaving for air?
head empty. only that
yeah... he would like a clingy s/o
because then he can go around and be proud of himself that he made you cry in bed LMAO
he wouldnt tell it to anyone, seeing it more as a personal achievement HASHASH
a sucker of you being squirmy
gives him more reason to use force when pinning you down 
showing himself off a lil...
blushing mess if you compliment him on his muscles tho... 
Jisung
you know that video where felix bites a banana with the peel still on and jisung goes all “SPIT IT OUT YOU FUCK” 
yeah thats what happens when you start crying from how hard he’s going
he thinks he fucked up real bad
no dude you just hitting it too good (HASHASH bye im yeeting myself off a cliff)
crying in bed makes him scared but do you know what really gets him?
whining
A LOT OF IT
he loves how they go from small murmurs to full out long whines that are all uneven
some incoherent words mixed into them together with his name
he also loves how they sound mixed with his moans and growls
i feel like he’s very moved by sound
the mf that would record your moans no cap
i feel like he would be the one to rub his head against you??
yk missonary (wow cherry has nothing else to come with LMAO) he drops his head when he’s close to cumming, shaking his head slightly against your shoulder, his soft hair tickling you
he would be the one tearing up when he’s close
BECAUSE you feel too good wrapped around his aching dick :((
can we really blame him? 
Felix
OOOOH MY GOD 
OOOOOOOOOOOH MY GOD
he loves it
more than he should
all of it; the crying, the rubbing against him, the whining, the hair in your face LIkE OOF
why? because it gives him a sense of being in control 
he has you under his control which IS RARE FOR HIM
OK he subs for you a lot and then he does the same thing, probably even more than you do
yk the whole rubbing his hair against your chest as he’s whining at the top of his lungs
BUT HE REDEEMS THAT WHEN HE DOMS
which is perfect because then its a give and take situation
happy sexy times
where the both of you are enjoying it waaay to much
WAIT THIS
imagine him pounding you in missionary right.... and both of you cry!?!?!
two overwhelmed babies :(((
Seungmin
Puppyboy is all for it 
let me just say,,, he has a corruption kink SAHSSAHS 
OK I KNOW EVERYONE IS GOING TO BE LIKE
“cherry he’s so neat and tidy, how could he possibly have a corruption kink?”
THATS WHY. BECAUSE HE LOVES SEEING YOU ALL TIDY AT DAYTIME
but god forbid nighttime because then you are nothing but a drooling and crying mess, holding onto him for dear life as he mercilessly pounds into you 
i swear this dude is all about drastic changes like duality is in his DNA
and i feel like he likes people that have that same charm??!?
IMAGINE THIS RIGHT;
you’re riding him, tired and fucked out of your mind, eventually leaning down to his chest and nuzzling your face in the crook of his neck, crying from overstimulation
AND THIS MF lifts you up slightly and starts thrusting up into you 
thats it. 
i love him AHSHASH
Jeongin
it would take a while for him to get used to you crying in bed 
first time it happened he got scared, stopped and hugged you, apologizing like a thousand times
you all like “...it was just getting good?”
he doesn’t understand shit at first???
“b-but why are you crying then? tell me the truth y/n”
“but i am?” 
after you explained that it just happens to you he’d nod and continue
after a while... he starts liking it
and if you one time don’t cry he’d be confused again, this time saying;
“did you not l-like it?” 
“dork, of course i did” you say ruffling his hair and he feels relieved hearing you say that 
ah cutie :(((
ALSO the whining and the squirming; total sucker for that LMAO 
OK IMMA SLEEP NOW holy shit my back is scoliosis central rn and im so damn nervous for my exam tomorrow AAAAAAH fuck fuck fuck 
ANYHOW HOPE THIS WAS FUN READING <333
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crystalcow · 3 years
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𝑆𝑎𝑝𝑛𝑎𝑝𝑠 𝐶ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑑//𝑆𝑎𝑝𝑛𝑎𝑝 𝑝𝑡 4
Masterlist // child reader ML //
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Sapnap x reader !p !child reader
Pronouns used: none specified!
Warnings: swearing, mentions of death, casinos
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𝐊𝐢𝐧𝗼𝐤𝗼 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝗼𝐰??
Quackity was telling you all of his plans
He rambled on for hours of his ideas for casinos and how he was going to marry Karl and sapnap
It sounded great
He had his whole plan set up! He even had Sam helping him with the building
But then he left
Just like everyone else
But that was fine! You were just with sapnap
Before Karl came running over rambling on about needed to move his library
He had a library?
“[Redacted] you need to stay close, please”
You looked at him weirdly
Who the fuck was [redacted]
“Karl my names Y/n you idiot” “flame..” “sorry”
He didn’t even notice it and then you had to spend the next couple days hauling over 100 books
“Oo hey what are these! The covers look really weird”
You had found his time travel books
Woops
That man raced over and in the kindest way possible, snatched it from your hands
“Don’t touch those, they are my special books”
You just shrugged and let him be, he freaks you out enough
So you all traveled to this area in the spruce forest and built a really ugly mushroom hut
But hey it’s fine! Foolish thankfully came around later that day and made everything better
So you stuck around
Maybe you needed this, this new start
Oh but prime knows that wouldnt last long
Karl started forgetting
At first it was simple things as just forgetting where he was or little stumbles with names
But eventually he was going away longer and longer
He started calling you by these strange names, some that sound Victorian and western and others that are unlike you
One day he didn’t call you by your name at all
You were hanging around the Sakura trees and the big yin Yang pond waiting for sapnap to come back with George
Then you saw Karl exit the library, running up to him for a hug
It’s been two months since you’ve seen him
You fucking hated it but you couldn’t help but consider him another parental figure
He loved it
But he just stood there as you wrapped your arms around him
Expecting the usual “[reda]- Y/n, I’ve missed you so much my sweet flame!”
But there was nothing just a sad one sided hug
“Hello? I’m sorry but do I know you?”
You were ready to cry
“I’m sorry, I uh must’ve mistaken you for the wrong person” “No that’s fine! Hugs are nice?”
So you left and ran into the library
Scouring throughout all of the books until you found them
The same 8 books you shrugged away
You read through all of them along with Karl’s other journals
You didn’t like going through his stuff especially, a whole invasion of privacy
The more you read the worse it got
What were you gonna tell Sapnap?
Who the hell is James, and [redacted]?
And why couldn’t he stop
It’s no use anymore
You were simply just forgotten
𝐋𝗼𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐬
The closer you got to the large building, the sicker you got
Kinoko Kingdom was supposed to be your free pass
But somehow you always end up here
You called for Sam on the comms waiting for the beep
The inside looked great to say the least
“What are your past relationships with the prisoner?” “No answer.”
“Where are you currently resided?” “No answer”
“Do you believe the prisoner deserves his sentence?” “Maybe”
You put all your shit in the locker and followed him through all the safety checks
“I’m glad you didn’t bring anything with you”
You stood on the platform heart racing as the lava went down
It was like a ticking time bomb
The small squeaks and scratches of the hovering bridge
He just stared at you
That sick stupid mask was broken by tommy that day in the black stone room
So you had to look into his face
Lets just say he looks good in Orange
“Barrier up or down?” “Down”
He backed up into the corner as you stepped in
Smiling
Once the lava cascaded down your smile turned into a sick frown
“Hello” is that all he had to fucking say?
“Screw you. Fuck you. Damn you”
He just looked you a small chuckle escaping from his lips
“Those all mean the same thing.” “Well I’ve been living in cinnamon town for the past couple months, and I’m ready to fucking burn some buns”
Yeah he just laughed
“I’ve missed you Hot shot”
“You ruined our damn life!”
Someone went quiet
“If you didn’t have to have a petty little war, or criminalize children we could’ve been fine! It could’ve just been you, dad, me, and George.”
You were pissed, everyone just kept leaving you.
Tommy and Tubbo, Quackity, Karl, Dream, and hell even Wilbur
“You come and visit me, after not having seen me for months and you just yell? Not a hello or ‘how are you dream?’ ‘How’s prison dream’ ‘how can I help you get out of this damn place’ “
You just sat down ready to just walk out into the lava
“I’ve been stuck here for months! None of you even cared enough to visit me, hell even Tommy came around.”
You might have felt a little bad after leaving him
The prison was cold even tho lava was flowing right there
“Why would you leave the discs alone..” “Because I had to end it.”
What were you doing here
What were you planning on saying?
“So, what do you do in prison”
“I have a clock.”
You got up to go look at the pretty clock
Then threw it at his face
“Ow” “deal with it bitch”
The longer you stayed the worse the feeling in your stomach got
so you buzzed for Sam waving goodbye
“Wait.. Do they miss me?” “Can’t say, but I think this may be for the best.”
He wanted his best friends
But he just got the annoying teenager
Oh but that wouldn’t be the last
𝐋𝐚𝐬 𝐍𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐬
You got a letter in the mail one day
Who the hell uses letters??
You were shocked to see the address and the small post card
“Come around some time”-Quackity
Ans on the back it had the cords
Oh well what did you have to loose? Sapnap was focused on Karl
and well Karl didn’t even know you
So you set off
It took you a couple hours travel by horse to get to the desert area
The large sign blaring in the red text
You gotta admit the place looked beautiful
There was a giant dick and different shops
You were shocked to see this random un human like guy
“Hello, I am Charlie a totally human guy!”
Yeah totally not slime
“I’m uh, Y/n?” He reached out for a handshake sort of thing
“Dap me up!” “Another time Charlie”
Maybe when you had hand sanitizer
“Ohh so your Y/n! Mister Quackity talks about you all the time, come on in!”
You were skeptical but followed anyways
Stopping in your tracks when you saw Fundy
“Furry?” “Fire shit?”
You went over to give him a side hug, ruffling his fur
“What the hell are you doing here ginger boy!” “Oh you know, just escaping nightmares”
You were confused then just let him be
You walked to the entry way of the place
A beautiful pond with flowers and an arch
“Did what the place where Mr. Quackity was going to propose!”
Going to?
You shrugged it off following inside
You hated to admit it, but you were excited to see him
Yeah you really needed a parental figure in your life at the moment
So when you saw him, he immediately pick you up in a hug
You didn’t fail to notice his change in appearance
That beanie stayed the same tho
Thank god
“Hey hey! Let me show you around the place, we can also go for lunch and talk.”
The casino looked great to say the least
Loud music booming from the speakers, along with the live jazz band on the side
Slot machines were going off every minute
“Have a chip, something to remember this by”
He handed you a red poker chip
It was a cool one tho, in the middle has a blocky sort of smile
Creepy and dopey.. sick!
So you put it around a spare silver chain
“So how have you been kid? ‘Ts been a while hasn’t it.” “Could be better..”
You both walked around the city in silence, offering to go in the super model shop
“No” “why not” “keep walking”
On your way to lunch you had to squint at what you were seeing
“Oh my goodness you’re still alive?!” “You’re alive!?”
You and revivebur just stared at one another
“Yeah he came back after I died!” “you what now-“
You just stared at Tommy and back to Wilbur
Oh god those shrooms were messing with your head
You should’ve gotten out of there a while ago
Quackity came over placing his hands on your shoulders
“Do I have to execute you both? Get off my damn property”
“Sorry Q. Say, Y/n wanna join Lmanburg 2.0?”
You back away holding your hands up
“I denied that offer once, and I’ll do it again. Fucking zombie freaks”
You obviously muttered the last part
Why the fuck did dream revive those two shits??
When did Tommy even die??
Your visit here has just gotten weirder and weirder
𝐌𝗼𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬
Quackity got you away from the brits as quick as he could
So he brought you over to his office
“So kid, how’s your dad..”
Ah you expected this question
“How the fuck am I supposed to know. He’s living his life, Karl’s time traveling! Oh yeah did I mention he doesn’t even remember me.”
He looked at you with wide eyes
“So I’m not the only one they forgot..”
You slammed you hands on the fable dramatizing the situation
“How would you feel about moving here? I mean you could work for me in the casino!”
You thought about it for a second
You have two options
1. Live in shroom town with bubbles
2. Move to las Nevada’s with Quackity
You were sure Sapnap wouldn’t mind
I mean would he even care?
He hasn’t for the past couple months!
“You feel abandoned there, over here there are hundreds of people. You’ll have the time of your life”
You thought about it for a sec
“Alright hand me a contract”
So you signed
Making deals with the devil huh
Little did you know it would cost you your life
Devils little soul
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and this is the finale! I will take requests for sapnaps child, and I’ll do some shit with Quackity and the casino and go in more depth if wanted!
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matthewsgray · 3 years
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from the bathroom floor
fluff
warnings: some domestic violence, mentions of verbal abuse, swearing
summary: reader and matthew are filming an intimate scene and reader’s boyfriend gets jealous. matthew figures out why reader is acting so different and romance sparks between the two.
you and matthew were co-stars on an upcoming tv show, you both portrayed a couple who were so madly in love. there was no denying the chemistry between the two and you both felt it, matthew was too scared to admit it because he respected your relationship with your boyfriend, taylor. taylor was affectionate and kind when others were around but behind closed doors he was a monster, he had called you every name on the planet and it got to the point where you were used to it. you felt so happy when shooting scenes with matthew, they way he held your hand, the way he looked at you and his words of affirmation. you couldn’t help but fall in love with him, you had had dreams about him and dreamt of a life with him. 
you woke up to an empty bed, you rubbed the sleep from your eyes and walked down the hall to see taylor lying on the couch sleeping. you felt happy that you didn’t have to deal with him for a couple hours. you started getting ready for the day and read your script, your eyes widened when you read that you and matthew had an intense makeout scene, you had never done one before and to say you were nervous was an understatement. you heard a ping noise come from your phone and you scrambled to grab your phone
Matthew Gray Gubler: “Hey Y/N! Do you want to grab a coffee quickly before going to set? 
you blushed hard and quickly texted back
Y/N: “Hey!! Yes of course, do you mind if you pick me up? I think Taylor needs to take the car today”
you bit your lip while waiting for a reply, you thought that text would indicate that you wanted to grow closer to him
Matthew Gray Gubler: “Yes thats no problem, be there 10 minutes?”
you smiled so hard, like so hard and the butterflies in your stomach grew
Y/N: “See you then Gubler”
you quickly topped up your makeup and grabbed your bag. you looked out the window to see matthew in his suv, smiling at you. you giggled and closed your apartment door and ran down the stairs. you and matthew were close, but you always felt restricted in who you were friends with, gender wise, but you didnt care anymore, taylor was a mind controlling freak who thought he knew better and you were sick of it. you ran towards matthews car and opened the door automatically embracing him in a hug, “matthew!! how are you” matthew accepted your embrace and hugged you tight “im great y/n, ready for coffee?” you grinned “always”
you and matthew made small talk and shared a few glances at each other, there was absolutely no denying the chemistry now, you were falling madly in love with him. when you arrived to the coffee shop you were walking side by side giggling at each other. you ordered a iced latte and matthew settled for a black coffee, you tried to bribe him into a iced latte but he wouldnt budge. 
on your way to set you brought up the makeout scene with him and he didnt seem to care, almost as if it was natural, no awkwardness, you never felt this comfortable with a man as you did with him and this made your heart flutter. you fiddled with your hands at the red light, matthew picked up on this and so he grabbed your hands and holding them. “its nothing y/n okay? dont worry its only me.” you felt content.
you were in the middle of a scene with matthew when he made the first move by cupping your face in his hands and pulling you in for a passionate kiss, you leaned into the kiss and your lips were like putty the way he kissed was just euphoric. you were interrupted by the shout of your name “Y/N WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING WITH THIS DICK???” he pulled you by your arm and pratically dragged you across the set, he pulled you into the bathroom and started shouting at you, you were sobbing hard as he grabbed your hair and slapped you across your face. “YOU BITCH, THOUGHT YOU COULD CHEAT ON ME HA. LITTLE BITCH, LOOK AT YOU CRYING AWW” he was making fun of you by pouting his lips. 
the bathroom door slammed open and matthew walked in and punched his face, dragging him to security where they dealt with him. you were sobbing in the corner of the bathroom with your knees tucked into your chest, “hey.. y/n, its me, your okay now” matthew came over to you and pulled you into an embrace. he was brushing his fingers through your hair, soothing you. you snuggled into his side and he wrapped two arms around your waist protectively. “m-matthew?” you said looking up at him with glossy eyes and puffy eyes, “yeah?” he said with warmth and comfort in his voice, he continued to thread his fingers through your hair. “i-i-i love you, i always have and i was just so scared to say it because of taylor but you are just so amazing.” matthew face lit up, “y/n you have no idea how much i have been in love with you for. you are beautiful, i love you too.” you lifted your head up and smashed your lips together.  
you went back to matthew’s house, on the car ride back to his place he wrapped you in a blanket and held your hand, at the red lights he would run his hand down the side of your face whispering words of affirmation. once you arrived matthew helped you out of the car and you clinged to his arm while walking up his steps. “you okay y/n?” he said while putting his keys through the door. “yeah, much better now” you said with a teary smile. he led you to his bedroom and once you made it he sat you on the bed, giving you his oversized top and pyjama bottoms to make you more comfortable. he told you to get changed and to get comfy while he went downstairs to make snacks and bring tea. 
when he arrived he came to your side and kissed your forehead, giving you tea and chips with your favourite dip. you both indulged into your snacks sharing small talk. once you were finished he pulled you into his chest, holding you to him securely. he turned on the tv and he let you decide what to watch. he stroked your hair, kissing the top of your head as you scrolled through netflix. you settled on 13 going on 30, your all time favourite movie. you grabbed his hand and played with his fingers, you felt so calm and safe in the arms of the love of your life. you fell asleep on his chest and matthew held you tighter never letting you go, after all you were his girl now and he would do anything to protect you. he loved you so much.  
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tigerdrop · 4 years
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If you ever write Gordon getting dicked down by benrey, I can only image benrey just losing his mind and unable to form coherent sentences just going on and on and thanking Gordon for letting him do this. Just constantly saying how good gordon is to him and thank you over and over again.
bro do i have something for u. i was going off about this exact thing just last night
what if benrey humped gordons pillow.. you know..... like a. its a. its a petplay thing okay fuckin leave me alone. gordons prolly got more than one pillow right. what if......he had his face buried in the other one (or, you know, an other one, idk) while hes doing it b/c it......smells like......gordon......
like hes on his knees bent over, going completely crazy on one pillow, while perhaps hugging his face into the other and his whimpers and moans r muffled and oh god im rabid
rotating in my mind. maybe he wouldnt have been able to get off just from that ordinarily. it was just, like, warming up. he was gonna just jack it over the pillow later (you know, b/c hes fucking gross, and maybe hes entertaining wild fantasies of marking gordons stuff. you know). but its actually gordon saying a bunch of degrading comments (and then saying that if he was a good boy, he would finish what he started) to him that pushes him over the edge and makes him able to come for real
benrey's going absolutely ape bananas on the pillow, uncoordinated and desperate to come, with gordon breathing shit like "fuck the pillow like you'd fuck me" right in his ear. gordon's crazed on the power of being able to make benrey piston faster with just a little dirty talk
god. like. the fucking groan that would rip out of him at that b/c he wants to do just that so badly. not like he can deny that thats what he was thinking about the whole time, right
benrey just starts babbling nonsense on exactly how he wants to fuck him, if he'd let him
like. if hes wanted to do just that for so long, so badly, but hes never been able to prove that hes been good enough for gordon to let him (or at least, thats what hes convinced the issue is. if its up to me, its probably bound up in gordons weird internalized homophobia issues about bottoming.......but yknow thats not the way everybody characterizes him so LOL). and he really starts rutting into it good and hard trying to prove that hed be good for gordon, hed make it real fucking good for him, and maybe if he does it right, gordon will let him fuck him just like that
seeing benrey fuck the pillow as if its actually gordon makes him feel. some kinda way. and maybe he decides afterwards or sometime soon after, he actually DOES want benrey to fuck him like that. and when it happens, hes got benrey by the leash, tugging him and instructing him on what to do, telling him hes a good boy and UH HEY why are you reading this message are you fucking homosexual or somethi
okay. so. like. thinking about. gordon finally getting over himself enough to consider letting benrey top him. but if theyre gonna do this, hes gonna be the one in control, still. otherwise whats the whole fucking point of the bit theyre doing? so hes very strictly instructing benrey what to do, making him sit there and fold his goddamn hands behind his back and not touch, not move, just sit there and watch while gordon gets himself ready, because he dont trust like that. if benrey cant behave here, now, then gordon doesnt believe hell be able to behave when benreys got his dick in his ass. its like the apocryphal "green m&ms" story - if you cant obey the little rules, then theres no guarantee that you can obey the big rules, either
so benreys just watching, and hes fucking sweating, b/c he wants to be so fucking good right now. if he doesnt behave, hes not gonna get what hes wanted for so long, and gordon sure as shit wont let him do it again. so hes patient. he pants, open-mouthed, and his dick just twitches and bobs but he doesnt touch it b/c he wasnt told to. but man, is it hard when hes watching gordon get his fingers inside himself like that. watching his face turn red, watching him sweat, wanting it to be his fingers inside gordon so goddamn badly and just make him beg for more. but hes certain he cant get away with that, so he doesnt, and he just sits there and suffers
what if when gordon first takes benrey inside him, benrey notices a look of discomfort on gordons face that remains there for a hot minute. and slightly concerned, benrey speaks up, “yo you good? do we need to sto-“ and gordon is stubborn and insists he’s absolutely fine, hes completely cool, chill, all that. and hes got this.....! yknow, horny glare on his face, showing he means business and that hes so fucking into this, just as much as benrey is
gordon coming more and more undone as he fucks his own ass, his reprieved "control" on the situation slipping, benrey's listening the best he's ever listened and all of it's making gordon so goddamn hot. he tries to make it sound authoritative when he asks benrey to fuck him, it doesn't come out that way at all but benrey's so spellbound by the permission that he doesn't notice or care. just dives right in :)
then, finally, gordon feels like hes ready, and its really obvious how embarrassed he is even when hes trying to play at maintaining control over the situation. hes saying a lot of defensive shit like "dont say anything weird, dont make any weird fucking comments, just. look. if you wanna do this, then, uh. cmon." as he gets himself on his hands and knees and tugs benrey over to him by the collar and basically presents himself to be fucking mounted, because, you know, thats what theyre doing here. thats what their whole fucking game is
now. look. my benreys got a big dick. most benreys got a big dick. this benreys got a big fucking dick and gordon knows this real well by now, so hes insistent that benrey takes it as slow as possible. and it takes every goddamn ounce of his self-control to do as gordon asks, but its so worth it, because just that slow press inside of him for the first time is so, so good. gordons unbelievably tight, and hes making choked sounds and gasping and even though hes being super bossy, hes already gagging for it, practically. and like what you said: benreys fucking desperate to rail him into the ground, but hes also deeply invested in listening to exactly what gordon says and making it as good for him as he can
and he gets himself buried to the hilt, finally, after so long hes sure hed be going soft if it wasnt gordon, if he wasnt so deeply into being bossed around like this. and gordon breathlessly tells benrey to give him a moment, jesus, let him adjust. so he waits. and he waits. until gordon tugs at his leash, and tells him to move. but slowly, okay. so benrey does as hes told, and when he hits just the right pace, gordon does him the kindness of calling him a good boy and his fingers tighten instinctively on gordons hips
thats all he fuckin wants, bro. he wants gordon to call him a good boy and let benrey fuck him silly. (theyre getting to that second one.) slowly, gordon lets him pick up the pace, and hes trying to hard to maintain control but benreys dick is ruining him. gordons legs shake, his arms start to give way, and his back dips lower and lower while he raises his ass higher. and hes so fucking vocal. so much higher and louder than when hes topping. his mouths starting to run off, ordering benrey to fuck him harder while he gives that leash a sharp tug, and "good boy" spills from his lips with a greater frequency
and benreys just pressing him further and further into the mattress, legs braced around gordons in rut like a fucking mating press, and gordons really starting to lose control over the situation. benreys asking him shit like "yo......is it good bro? am i good?" because he just wants to hear it from gordon - yeah, hes good, hes doing so good, hes a good boy. hes gordons good boy. its some of the most effusive praise benreys gotten, and it goes straight to his head. and gordons pulling that leash so fucking tight, bending benrey over his back, while his orders for benrey not to stop begin to bleed into pleas and his babblings starting to get incoherent. and when hes like "please, oh god, im gonna come," benrey goes for the extra credit and reaches around to jerk him off and gordon just breaks
starts hardcore running his mouth and begging benrey to come in him, god, he can bite a little if he wants, its okay, just keep going, and gordon comes with the loudest wail benreys ever drawn out of him. and hes so overstimulated but he meant it when he said he wanted benrey to fuck him until he came, so hes mumbling about how good benrey is for him deliriously until benreys telling him thank you over and over again as he comes deep inside gordon. and then he pulls out and starts licking gordon and nuzzling his head into him and other gay shit while gordon pats his head and weakly reiterates that, yes, he was a good fucking dog and he did very fucking well, thank you
My Final Message. Good bye
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macklives · 4 years
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session 92 end (bye 413...)
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this session was so long but so fucking hectic what the fuck
im going to try and slim it down to its bare essentials rather than go on a full rant because im pretty sure i want to make a post later on about vriska’s characterisation (not anything about me liking her/disliking her, just an analyse on her life really, so it wont be too bias because thats not the point of an analysis. i also want to do one on aradia, been meaning to for a while... hmm... damn i havent done much analogies lately, and i THINK the last long post on a character i made was about davesprite??? so its been a fucking while. that being said, ill leave a lot of details out for this end of session notes so i dont just repeat myself later on. rather will keep to plot points here and then make character points in another)
alright
first we had a page or two where aradia confided in nepeta about her being dead which means nepeta is the only one to know this revelation. im pretty sure aradia confided because there was no other way around it, since nepeta was her server player, so it was inevitable. either way, aradia still put her trust in nep, which means, if you think about it, nobody else knows and nobody else ever will. and considering aradia asked nep to keep it a secret, it probably wont get explored by others until MAYBE later on, whenever its plot relevant, so everyone will be in the dark about it for a while which ill have to remember for future dialogue and scenes with aradia in them
then we met vriska
which, yes, is a meme. i may not have been on a lot of fandom platforms, but you cant escape some of the stuff that goes around the internet. even if you dont know undertale, im pretty sure you know of sans. or komaeda if you have/havent seen danganronpa. its just.. the memes, ya know? ive heard from many sources of the “vriska did nothing wrong” quote (even through mbmbam which??? WHAT) but since i didnt even know what it meant, i never explored it so then i never knew it was a homestuck thing. imagine my surprise...... i think even at the time, i wouldnt have known what homestuck was either honestly so it wouldnt even matter. i only recently learned about the fandom.... uhh, maybe half a year ago??? yeah, august, so my knowledge was slim but vriska is a thing ive heard before, which still shocks me
goddammit
anyways back to her
so her intro was something, we pretty much found out she likes DnD (a FANATIC in fact) and feeds her lusus the flesh of living trolls. which is fucked up. but i wont get too much into detail about that until i make a post about her life on alternia and the consequences of such. or maybe just alternia in general...?? or *both* heheheh but i feel i need more information before i go off on a tangent about that
then we met??? white text dude?? who is a major asshole but an asshole with insults that hURted, to think i felt bad for VRISKA when that happened. woah.
i said before, but... karkat, he cant really hit deep because his insults are just HIM and his way to express himself. like some people find it natural to just go “FUCK YOU” to show emphasis on a point, and thats just karkats way. he may do it so aggressively that it takes you a second to realize what he said, but usually i dont take anything to heart whenever he spurts out some insults. ive progressed to the point where whatever he says, is just “karkat” and not him trying to be actively mean. rather, its now funny whenever he does say anything SOMEWHAT creative, dude has an imagination that goes on for miles
but vriska?? she IS trying to be a bully, you can tell. but i feel theres something much more to that. like shes trying to prove herself and her “blueblooded” demeanours or whatever the hierarchy is. she doesnt want to show emotions so she makes herself a barrier by being mean is what i can gather from her conversation with kanaya. im pretty sure youre not supposed to understand her until its pointed out and rather see her as an “antagonist” at first, but yeah, her insults are more pitiful than anything and i also cant take her too seriously. i may not like her as a person but her character is interesting because you cant always have the goodie two shoes as the protags. it doesnt diversify the characterisation so i like vriska as someone who makes the plot work and it becomes more interesting since you have someone that makes it harder for the main crew to progress. a happy-go-lucky adventure with no trouble and no turnabouts would be boring in a way. so having a character like vriska, or like this new white text guy, it makes you stop for a second and realize oh shit okay, here’s where shit CAN go wrong and WHY. and i do especially like it when these bastards of characters somehow have more depth than being the “bastard characters”. kinda humanizes them in a way. doesnt mean you have to LIKE them continuously, but theyre humans (trolls whatever) in the end and every person has their own story whether its for better or for worse
for example, i like her being placed into the story, along with white text, by how its all leading to this “accident” and is slowly showing us hints on what happened, but in the end, it wont be until later that we know the full story. even if it was in the past, it apparently is very vital to the plot and shapes how the characters act in the future, so important aspects like that are to look out for. and usually they only occur when theres been some trouble within friend dynamics. so without these bastard of characters, plot wouldnt grow AS strong and i often keep that in mind when i explore a story.
anyways, I HAD A POINT TO THIS: so vriska and karkat are characters who are yes, mean, but it seems to be their personality, and the way they either show emotions and convey feelings (karkat) or make a barrier so they DONT show emotions to produce vulnerability (vriska), white text guy seems to mostly be out to be an asshole. he told vriska she was useless to sum it up but im not too sure if this is one of those “first dialogue” to mould out a bias opinion before we even get to the character themselves, but judging by how vriska and karkat played out, he surely means something bad and i dont know how to explain it. but i cannot base anything off from one piece of dialogue. i dont even know what else to call him other than white text guy so...... ill just leave that out for now, until we finally get his introduction
though, i do wish to mention, and will expand on, im not wrong when i say karkat and vriska are similar but in different context. sorry if youre favourite is karkat and you dont like vriska, or vice versa, but uhhhh their introductions are so similar its uncanny and the way they’re portrayed is the same except one is more on crack about the meddling, while the other is angry about the meddling. similar to how it was with karkat, we were introduced to vriska talking with someone we knew (tavros) whom she obviously didnt like, so obviously, from her point of view, she wanted to be menacing. like how karkat was menacing to jade because she wouldnt listen to his point... he got angry, so he lashed out. but us, the readers, didnt know that. we thought “oh god its this asshole” until we made it further in the story and started to warm up to karkat. it may not be the same with vriska, she may be a bully regardless, but you cannot tell me we moulded a bias towards her character as we did when we first read karkat. theyre both truly mean to other people, maybe both for different reasons, but i do want to point out the similarities and not leave that out. im pretty sure andrew basically gave us a conversation that formed our opinion of a character right off the bat rather than go into depth of WHY they did it, and how they are naturally without the conditions of the game. which, you can also see with vriska when she conversed with kanaya. andrew started off with a character who only appears to speak once, and makes you judge them from first appearance alone, without any explanation as to why they said what they said and how they are with other characters, let says. so you assume they were simply a rude character. now look how karkat turned out. so im guessing in homestuck, the first impression should never be the opinion you stick with until MAYBE 5 more conversations with that character (each one different)
OKAY done with the vriska introduction, now to slutquius
yes, hes kinda weird, i have stated that many times. i have no idea what to say about him other than he likes porn, he likes centaur dick which just so happens to be his lusus as well and if that isnt a red flag idk what is
he also likes his lusus milk, right from the udders of his guardian
fun times, fun times
my opinion of equius kinda.. differs. which i should really put in place the “dont judge by first impression” rule, because at first i thought he was rude with, then i thought he was hhh okay, because i understood why he was being so protective over nepeta and her team placement, since the people she was going to play with WERE dangerous. but if you think about it, both sides will probably put you in danger. it just depends on which ones you confide in more to protect your back rather than those which would cause trouble on purpose, in my HONEST opinion. so equius was a little overdramatic on that part, but i got what he meant. he was on the blue team and he didnt want to leave nepeta alone without him on the red. but then this session happened. and he went back to being weird again because of the whole porn thing, especially being so open about it like dude chill youre 13. but the thing is, then i felt bad for him because hes basically touch starved. to say that he could break anything he touches, i doubt people would go up to him for hugs. in fear they would be crushed to death by a simple hug. so im guessing hes rather lonely and doesnt really know how to interact because of this. so i felt sad that he had to live a life where he needs to be careful of everything he touches so it doesnt break randomly. see? poor dude. but then things got weird. and im pretty sure hes a masochist. so my opinion on equius is a fucking cosine graph
which brings us to the final point:
gamzee and equius’ conversation
i dont even know.....like.........gamzee was unaware that equius was using him for his own power play roleplay, right? gamzee knew it was a roleplay but it had had some.. idk.... obvious sexual implications? and i bet gamzee didnt really know that? he thought they were only venting out through a simple roleplay and trying to get closer because he originally thought equius hated him, considering equius flat out said “i hate you” and gamzee went “you tell me everyday and im okay with that” so.. gamzee probably wanted only to get closer to equius so he helped out his little problem which.. thats so sweet but i feel bad he was coerced into something he didnt get, especially since he was innocent enough to go along without knowing equius’ true gain
anyways, equius was getting off with the hierarchy thing. considering he’s “lower” than gamzee, and gamzee is surprisingly ...high on the spectrum??? so equius wanted gamzee to boss him around, because it felt only natural to him since he’s the “inferior one” and gamzee is The Big Man. like i get that, but it was written in a way that was so uncomfortable, that i wish i didnt. equius is just a weird character... hes not BAD per say, but hes... hes something alright
but im really liking gamzee. the two things which struck me in that one conversation, was the “i dont get why we should dictate people by the colour of their blood, i just see people as people” piece of dialogue and “i cant go around pleasing just everything so its alright if you hate me”
thats... so good, idk. i really liked that. i also really liked when kanaya said “youre dangerous but dangerous people are needed and are important because it shapes you” like <33 my fucking heart
god homestuck may be a tad on the weird side with some of its characters but it surely knows how to create great lines of dialogue
and that concludes the long 4 hour session i did, hope you all enjoyed it
with that, i rest
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howdoyousleep3 · 4 years
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OMG ok ok lets be real rn!!!! daddy!steve just noticing how bucky keeps secrets from him BUT in actual fact bucky hid the fact he got his nipples pierced from steve bc he was scared steve wouldnt like them!!! cue bucky being insecure asf but then steve has a few secrets of his own,,,,, tbvh i feel like steve would hide the fact he has a few tatts or piercings of his own just bc of his job but he aint shy however worried of how bucky would react to it OK THIS WAS WAYYYYYY TOO LONG BUT ILY!!
HI I have been thinking about this for so long now and I don’t have time to write out an entire fic (😥😥😥) but here are my random ass thoughts ( THIS IS SO LONG I AM SO SORRY):
I think this would all start out because Steve loves playing with Bucky’s nipples, loves how sensitive his sweet boy is, loves to pluck at them with his fingers, loves to use his teeth and his tongue and his lips
Has mentioned in the heat of the moment that “baby we should get these pierced” and Bucky just...can’t stop thinking about it
He can’t stop thinking about Daddy being the only other person to know this little dirty secret of his, that he got his nipples pierced all for Steve, all for Daddy
He can’t stop thinking about the possibilities, of how sensitive he would feel, just the simple brush of a t-shirt against the nubs making him whimper
So he does it one day
He goes with Nat and gets his fucking nipples pierced
Nat hypes him tf up and he knows Steve will love it but he’s so hesitant because he doesn’t have Steve’s permission, doesn’t like keeping things from Daddy
But it’s a surprise, right? A present for Daddy?
Right
It hurts like hell and Bucky thinks a lot about how much he liked how it hurt afterwards but he has these simple cute silver bars with little cute studs and honestly he...he thinks they look great
He’s a little achy and he’s trying to ignore how he’s chubbing up in his pants and he’s trying not to make little noises when his shirt presses and glides against his body
He lays on the couch until Steve comes home, tries to pay attention to the television, tries to not touch himself, tries to distract himself as he scrolls through social media
He’s in the kitchen when Daddy gets home, pulling some grapes out of the fridge, is trying his hardest to act like absolutely nothing is wrong, when Steve’s arms are wrapping tight around his waist, one across his chest, a typical Steve hug
But his forearm rubs hard against Bucky’s chest and therefore his nipples and he bites his lip in an attempt to not cry out but damn that hurt, that is overwhelming
Steve immediately notices something is wrong, makes a questioning soft noise, spins Buck in his arms, “Sugar, what’s wrong? Are you alright?”
Bucky is quick to recover, tries shaking his head and huffing out a few cheap giggles, avoiding eye contact, “Nothin’ nothin’, quit it”
Steve immediately knows something is amiss, squints his eyes a little bit, tilts Buck’s chin up with the back of is fingers, tries to look at the younger in the eyes and when he avoids it is confirmed--
“You’re not tellin’ me somethin’...”
He pushes Bucky back into the counter, arms caging him in, brings a hand up to clutch hard at Bucky’s chin, kisses his lips softly, forcing eye contact
“Babyyy, you hidin’ somethin’ from Daddy?”
And nonono that isn’t what Bucky is doing, it is meant as a treat, as something to surprise Daddy with
He doesn’t know why he thought he’d get more than a day without Steve noticing something is wrong, didn’t think through how they are intimate in some way every single day
“Daddy, no. No, I...I just wanted to surprise you.”
He sees Steve relax a bit, makes a small cooing noise, kisses him a few times again
“Oh? What’d my sweet boy get for his Daddy? I thought I was the one who is supposed to spoil you?”
Bucky huffs, giggles some when Steve nips and nuzzles at his neck, below his ear, grips his hips tight in both big hands, Bucky feeling himself melt a little like he always does in Daddy’s grip
When he starts to shyly bring his hands down to the hemline of his shirt, Steve looks at him curiously, his eyebrows raising as he steps back a little to watch Bucky’s hands, gives Bucky a little space
Bucky gets to right below his nipples, feels the fabric of the shirt drag against the pointed nubs, stalls a little and looks up at Daddy
Steve’s neck gets flushed, his eyes go dark at the dots connecting in his brain, and he takes over for Bucky, lifts his shirt up, cups it with both hands under his armpits
Steve is quiet for so long in Bucky’s mind, makes him so nervous but he can’t look away from Daddy’s face, can’t look away from the wide array of emotions that play out
Steve’s mouth is open, ready to ask questions, his hand comes up to barely brush a finger across his right nipple, touches the piercing, and Bucky wants to melt through the floor and squeal
“Ohh, sweetheart look at that” is all Steve says real hot and low, a growl of a breath, his fingers brushing and tracing across his chest, around his nipples
Bucky is breathless
“Wanted to...wanted to surprise you. Wanted to keep it a secret but didn’t like the idea...oh god...the idea of keeping something from you.”
Steve purrs, pushes his body in tight against Buckys, hands at his waist, lips at his neck, groans and presses his erection into Bucky’s hip some
“God, the prettiest thing there ever was, that’s what you are, holy shit, baby. Fuck, the things you do to me. So sweet too, not wanting to keep secrets, even with a surprise and a present like this.”
And then Steve is pulling back, tugging Bucky with him, walking him to their room and Bucky has absolutely no idea what is going on but he just wants to come now, is all keyed up as Steve pushes him to sit at the edge of the be
Steve walks over to the dresser, opens the top drawer, “Wanna show you somethin’” is all he says, grabs something, closes the drawer
He sits down next to Bucky and opens his closed fist and...
Is that...?
No
“Is that...? That’s a tongue piercing?”
Steve just nods and Bucky gapes at him, looks down to his mouth and back up to his eyes, back and forth
Bucky can’t think, can’t process. Steve has a tongue piercing? How has he never noticed before? He’s quite acquainted with Steve’s tongue. How had he missed it?
But then--oh GOD, Daddy has his tongue pierced
Steve chuckles, take the bar from his palm, unscrews a ball, opens his mouth, puts the piercing through his tongue, screws the ball back on, and--
“Holy shit, Steve.”
Bucky is hot all over, feels a little shaky with how aroused he is, moves forward to grab at Daddy’s jaw, Steve showing him the piercing, playing with it before chuckling again, grabbing at Bucky and yanking him up and around to sit in his lap
“Got it pierced when I was in college, got lucky and it never really closed up. Just wanted you to know since you said you didn’t like keepin’ things from me. Don’t wanna keep things from you either.”
Bucky barely hears what Steve is saying, is openly staring and gaping at Daddy’s mouth
As he talks this new shiny piercing peeks out, alters Steve’s speech a tad, and...and Bucky needs to touch it
With his mouth
He doesn’t even wait until Steve is done talking, just grips his face in both hands and dives in, immediately going for Daddy’s tongue. Steve expects it, stays still as Bucky moves slowly, stroking his tongue along Steve’s hesitantly, feels the cool bar with the tip of his tongue
Bucky makes a gutted noise, can’t help but roll his hips, dick about to burst out of his pants, and Daddy’s hands on are his back, pulling him in close, groaning alongside the younger
Bucky loves Daddy’s tongue piercing
Loves the way it feels on his lips and tongue, is weak for when Steve slides it in before sucking Bucky off, comes faster than normal when Daddy eats him out with it on
He isn’t even sure if it is the sensation or if it’s just how fucking hot Steve is with that slim piece of metal resting on his tongue
It only comes out every once in a while, when Bucky really wants it, begs Daddy for it
Steve knows it’s coming too because Bucky has spent the day staring at Steve’s mouth, every kiss shared is deep and Bucky chases his tongue, searching for that piercing
He’ll climb into Steve’s lap all whiny, maybe has the courage to because of a glass or two of red wine, tugging at Daddy’s shirt, pouting, asking Daddy to put it back in for him, wanna feel it
Steve will feign consideration, click his tongue and pull Bucky in tight, asking aloud if he think Bucky deserves it, if he’s been a good boy, his own finger coming up to rub at Bucky’s nipple, feeling his own little piercing
Daddy always gives Buck what he wants though
JESUS this was so much fun and ended up being so long I’m so sorry but I hope you enjoy!!! ILY. 😘😘😘
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insidetheacademy · 4 years
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Say You Love Me || iv
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pairings: peter parker x reader (both peter and reader are 18+!)
summary: Peter found out that reader is moving away
warnings: angst, explicit language
gif credits: tomholandd
part i part ii part iii part iv part v 
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you were sitting on a stool just painting on your perfectly laid out easel. envisioning the scenery that you had in your mind. frank ocean was playing in the background, basically you were just vibing to the whole scene that you’re in right now. brushes were gently dragged across the canvas while you sing along to frank ocean.
as you were about to drag your brush that was covered in purple paint, someone had rang your doorbell. it was odd as you dont usually get visitors ever. you think it wasnt appropriate to bring guests over since your place looks like it belongs in a dumpster– you dipped your brush in your jar that’s filled with water and walked over to your door. you opened it slightly to take a peek at who it was
and there he was in all of his glory; Peter Parker. you opened the door wide and greeted him, “Parker, hey. didnt know you were coming over,” you said nervously, his lips curved into a smile “yeah! thought i would surprise you,” it was shocking, yes, you hadnt even told him whats your apartment number. he must have stalked you when he’s being Spider-Man.
you invited him in and turned the volume of the radio down so it wouldnt be noisy. you walked over to your small kitchen to make some tea for the two of you. “so, what brings you here, Peter?” you curiously asked him, “i was just about to ask you out for lunch. i didnt know you were busy,” he said while looking around your cozy apartment.
you took out the teabags from their container and dunked it in the teapot. you then took out two cups and pour the tea out. “i wouldn’t say i’m busy. plus you should’ve called me before coming over,” you handed him his tea. he took a sip and shrugs his shoulder
the next few hours, he hung out at your place, you ordered pizza for the two of you while he was sitting on your couch watching a movie that you had put on. “so, what are you up to nowadays?” you asked Peter, he swallowed his pizza and said “well, i’m just doing superhero stuffs, you know?” you raised your eyebrows and laughed at his statement “as in what?” he crossed his arms and said “i’m actually working with Happy now. believe it or not, he gets on my nerves,” the both of you laughed
“ ‘kay, I’m gonna go to the bathroom” you put down your tea cup and your phone on the coffee table and headed to your bathroom. your phone dings and Peter couldnt help it but to take a small look on who it was, it read “congratulations y/n, on getting a job in Paris!! your father and i are so proud.” Peter heart drops as he read the first few lines. he felt as if he had been betrayed.
you walked into the living room “hey, so what do you wanna do for dinner? i can make mac and cheese,” you stopped in your tracks when you saw Peter holding your phone, “what are you doing with my phone, Pete?” you asked calmly trying not to burst, “y-you’re moving?” he asks almost heartbroken like, you nodded to his question which lead to him being furious. Peter asked yet again “when are you leaving?” , y/n looks down on her feet and said “tomorrow,”. he kept bombarding with questions not planning to stop until he’s got all the answers that he needs, “were you not planning to tell me?” he said you walked to him and snatched your phone away, “it’s not a big deal, Parker! what the hell were you doing looking at my phone anyways?!” you shouted at him
“its not a big deal? this could change your life, y/n! where am i gonna fit in after that?!” Peter scoffed, you were offended at his words, “where are YOU gonna fit in? let me remind you, Parker, you are not my boyfriend so stop acting like one!” you spit at him. as if he wasnt satisfied he shoot back “so you dont even think of me as a friend anymore?!” you rolled your eyes, “for God’s sake, Parker, you stopped calling and texting me when you fucked Jane! you were the one stopped being there! so, no! i dont even think you are a friend. what kind of friend ditches their OWN friend for a girl?” you tried swallowing it but tears just rolls down your cheeks,
the world then fell into this huge awkward silence. what you said to him really went through his head. you were right, he was the one who left you to fend on your own. he could’ve just rejected you and still be friends, but why did he had to ignore you altogether? you sobbed into your hands and said “I think you should leave,” Peter tried to hug you and say sorry “leave.” you said at him with anger and sadness in your voice.
he took his jacket and said “thanks for the tea,” and left. you were shocked, what kind of human being just say that after they had a fight?! you took one of the cups and throw it at the front door wishing that it would hit him. on the otherside, he didnt walk away easily, he stopped to think about his actions in front of your door and was startled to hear a shattering noise. he punched a wall to let out his frustrations only to realise that this isnt his apartment. he ran out as fast as possible before he got caught.
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what the hell were you thinking?! Peter thought to himself. he continues to make you distant from him without even trying! he wanted to be happy for you but everything seems impossible only because of his stupid actions. he lies on his bed in the dark just hugging the life out of his pillow, getting everything out of his system.
the next morning, Peter woke up with swollen eyes and dry throat. he heads into his bathroom and splashed a bit of water on his face. words from yesterday creeping on his mind, replaying like a broken record. he walked to the kitchen to get something to eat. maybe a pop tarts for breakfast? he sat down and thinks to himself, what the hell am i gonna do? should i apologise? suddenly there was a knocking on his door, he gets up to open it, “May!” he exclaims with surprised in his eyes, “hey! did you forget that i was supposed to come over today?” May asked raising her eyebrows,
May walked inside and took a good look around Peter’s apartment, “I thought you were planning to decorate it?” she asked, Peter crosses his arms and said “I-I’ve been busy, May” May gave Peter a weird look as he moved out two months ago and he’s still sleeping on the floor. May walked to Peter and cusped his face, “have you been crying?” Peter nodded only to break down infront of her, “shhh.... shhh... tell me what happened,” May said trying to calm Peter down
Peter told May the whole story, “what do you think I should do, Aunt May?” he asks desperately for an advice, May took Peter’s hands into hers, “she’s leaving today right? go and send y/n off. don’t let her go knowing that she ended things badly with you.” May smiles. Peter stood up from the couch to get ready.
May was right. Peter cant let you go to Paris without apologising to you. this was his fault for acting out and he’s going to make things right. he kissed Aunt May on her cheeks and made his way to your apartment.
Peter is now at your front door just fidgeting with his fingers. he went ahead and ring the doorbell. he waited for a few seconds hoping that you were still sleeping in. he pressed the doorbell yet again but there was no answer. suddenly he heard a voice, “are you looking for Y/n, dear?” she asks in a most loving voice, Peter nodded “I’m afraid she’s already gone to the airport,” Peter’s face drops even more knowing that you had left. “Oh, thank you then,” he walks by her.
“though, you might still can catch her at the airport,” Peter stopped and turned around to face her, “I talked to her this morning and she said she doesnt get on the plane until its 1:50pm,” the old lady smiles at Peter. Peter swore he could feel his own spirits lifted, he thanked her with the hugest grin on his face. He drove right down to the airport. not trying to waste any moment more.
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You had just arrived at the airport, the cab driver was kind enough to lend you a helping hand. You smiled and bid thank you. Suddenly there was a big commotion, people were honking their cars and screaming “hey!”, you turned back to see that it was Peter. You tried walking away from him damn it he’s too fast,
“Y/n, wait!” He shouted, “what do you want, Parker?” You asked in an uninterested voice, he took a deep breath and said “I cant let you go. Not like this. I am so sorry for what happened between the two of us. The truth is, I missed you. At nights, I think about the words you said to me when you confessed. I have been a dick and I am so sorry. I know nothing can erase my actions but let’s start this over again?” You were shocked to say the least, you couldnt believe he came all the way to the airport to say that.
You pulled Peter in for a hug. “I forgive you,” you mumbled against his neck, you let go of him and said “I’m sorry too.. for not telling you any sooner,” he wiped the tears on your cheeks, “hey, its okay. I was the one who had no rights to get mad at you,” you smiled at him and he smiled back.
For the next 40 minutes, he had helped you checked in your plane and carried your baggages around. You were both now sitting in Starbucks just trying to forget about what happened. “I have something for you,” you spoke, Peter was excited to see what it was, you took it out from your backpack and showed him. It was a painting. A painting of him as Spider-man. Peter took it in his hands and admired the painting, “this is awesome, y/n!” Peter blushed knowing that you had spent your time making a potrait of him on top of a building.
“Don’t think I had never saw you looking at me when you’re on the building thats infront of my apartment window,” You sipped your coffee, Peter was embarassed to know that he was caught stalking her. “How long have you had this?” Peter asked, “A month ago when we met again. I knew immediately that you were gonna, quote on quote, keep me safe, like you used to,” you winked at him. You were right, Peter sometimes do that to people he loves. Just lingering near their houses to keep them safe.
40 minutes has gone by so fast and now it was time for you to go. “So this is it!” You said with nervous laced in your voice, “I’m gonna miss you,” Peter smiles at you. You leaned it and gave Peter a kiss on the cheek, you then took your bag from him, “I’m gonna miss you too, Spider-boy,” you smirked at him and went to the gate.
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a/n;; hii i am so sorry for the late update, my phone is fucked ;w; and i cant do anything about it since the whole world is in lockdown but here’s an angsty part 4 to make it all up! thank you all for waiting patiently!
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@imawkwardandhereweare @canyonmoonspidey @thebadassbitchqueen @thequeenreaders @averyfosterthoughts @a--1--1--3
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caandlelit · 5 years
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suddenly imagining this au where dabi gets his whole big fight with endeavor like he always wanted and there are cameras and other pro heroes on the way and he finally has a platform to ruin endeavor
and when he starts talking, jeering at endeavor
'father dearest'
while everyone watches silent and shocked, he just grins widely and insanely and shoots out jets of blue flames hotter than a terrified, white faced endeavor's own weakened orange sparks
and emboldened he screams out his story of how endeavor abused him and his mother and his little brother and it disgusts him it was never looked into that endeavors eldest was hospitalized and then disappeared without a trace at the tender age of sixteen
and people start joining in
people tweeting their own stories and lining up in front of the cameras to talk about either endeavor or other pro heroes they can testify against, suddenly courageous, cause if this moron can do it they can too, exposing false heroes who have no right to stand up there known to the public as protectors when they dont deserve it
and the heroes arrive and hawks, who knew this was going to happen because of course dabi was gonna do this
last night he'd kissed hawks' sweaty collarbone and whispered a love confession against his skin and hawks had guessed in that moment that he was about to pull some life threathening shit
he catches a tired (but still grinning fiercely) dabi before he drops of exhaustation and aizawa uses his quirk on endeavor and hawks sends his feathers to take him down and into holding with the help of other furious heroes with gritted teeth and tense shoulders, who just wanted to save people and they cant believe they trusted this bitter, toxic man
but like whatever all this happens and after it all dies down and endeavor is jailed for life along with all the other fake heroes, and sweet rei has her own home to live in with her ecstatic kids and they all hug her for a long time
dabi? somehow? becomes kinda like an icon to the kids of his generation
cause what they had needed was a figurehead, a representative who would stand up against the bullshit of the flawed hero society
not a broadshouldered leader like endeavor as hawks had thought when he brushed off the, to him, outrageous sounding idea of a figure like him to be the next all might
hawks could have shouldered the weight of the country easily, but dabi did it carelessly, thoughtlessly, cause it was the thing he'd needed to do. hes no all might but he's one of many people looked up to
suddenly hes a public figure like a hero except not and the entire country fondly refers to him as 'their chaotic good emo son' and he has twitter stans and he has accounts dedicated to updating on news about him which blows his fucking mind because he'd dismissed the dream of being a hero when he realized he wouldnt be able to have a platform to expose endeavor if he was a hero. it was far too complicated, the hero society
and hawks laughs for an hour about dabi's newfound fame then abruptly stops when he realizes #dabihawks is trending on twitter along with a grainy video of dabi collapsing and hawks skidding and kneeling behind him to catch him in his arms
dabi teases him about being his hero hawks.exe has stopped functioning
people want dabi to do an interview and talk about himself and what motivated him and so many other things but he hates pretty much every interviewer who exists only to ask condescending questions and start scandals
so hes like 'nah fuck that shit hawks has a youtube channel'
he does a qna livestream and answers twitter questions like a proper famous millennial
he films in what everyone recognizes as hawks' apartment and he ignores at least twenty questions specifically about that till he cracks and snaps, "yes this is hawks' apartment, yes im rooming with him, yes i pay the fucking rent now can y'all stOP"
deep questions coming in about what motivated him and if he thought about his family while in the league
"the one thing that kept me going from age sixteen to age twentyfour was the thought that i can make life better for my family, i can end their suffering,, and also this mans entire career-"
hawks loses it, giggling into his hand and dabi stares at him fondly from over the camera and the chat goes wild
someone asks what he thought when he met hawks and he laughs
"meeting hawks was like. a joke."
'hey!-'
"sorry babe, but seriously i didnt believe for a second that he wanted to join the league of villains, like look at this guy hes so heroic, he'll stick to the simplest way to save people, always. i didnt want to, but we got closer and i realized it wouldnt be so bad if i let someone in, and i definitely wouldnt mind if its this guy"
'aaaAHH wh- when did u get so smooth you dick'
dabi beams and does a peace sign and hawks makes a strangled noise and covers his face
then less deep questions
"dabi my man congrats on fucking the hot? piece of ? ass that is h-hAWKS- what the FUCK"
*crashing sound as hawks falls over cackling breathlessly*
"hawks did you send this in yourself??? wh- get up and stop laughing u asshole!!"
imagine dabi and hawks as the countrys poster children, adored by literally everyone, and their starcrossed romance is something movies are made about
ok alright maybe perhaps thats too much but whatever i love these morons
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currentfandomkick · 4 years
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Bio! Dad Strange Part 9
Jason returns, may be a 2 parter to cover tim getting kidnapped and the aftermath. Will let you know at the end. We are getting to Marinette dealing with Ladybugging soon.
Marinette wasnt sure what to think this year. She met The Barry Allen last year. She also figured out 2 heroes pre-flash revelation and two more after—in her defense Hero Stalker’s old theory on The first Robin did Batman in. it is not her fault 5 founding members have the multiple-persona game of a booger.
She was also Tetch (Mad Hatter. Doesnt deserve the name) and Mr. J’s, Jerimah’s, last victim before they died. Then some idiots revived Jerimah. She hates his cult a lot, okay.
Everyone was on high alert and trying to keep her inside. The thing is, she hates being inside. She’s inside for designing, sure. Research? She’ll live.
But 24/7 inside time?
Never a good combo with her.
Rose’s plants may be snitches, but they seemed to agree on the over coddling. She’s ten, can break phones by tapping them, and is defiantely more off her stickers than on at the moment.
The one on her was uring her into some alleyway. If she was reading the movement pattern right, a gang fight.
Lovely, she usually did these with some sort of supervision but they were all being rude and she needed time outside.
She checked her belt, a few pairs of ball weights tied together with one chain each to make bolas clipped to back. She has a taser in hand, and a few rubber bullet loaded gun on one hip and a stun gun her size in the other. She had a packet of zipties and rope up each sleeve. Easy to giftwrap and humiliate bad people, like Batman does.
She blinked once when she saw—new player? In a bright red full face helmet that looks horrible. And he’s holding that gun make all wrong to max out usage. Ugh, amatuers.
Some part of her groaned about a potential run-in with Batman and his new Robin—she was pissed about Tim not telling her still—and decided this was as good an anger management as any. New vigilante, maybe the sirens would help him find a team.
She snuck up behind a few members, quick to grab the guns and move them out of reach. No need to give anyone playing possum an easy out, right—she saw a mix of her people in with the gang. She needed to teip this guy up before he hurt the RKC street kids and honoraries tangled up in this.
“Hey helmet, if you’re gonna shoot them you’re holding the gun wrong.”
Helmet turned to see her. She didnt grab her usual harley-knock off outfit for helping today. She wanted to be Pixie Pop for a bit. And if the Rogues forgot that she’s Pixie well, better for her, right? Pixie just wore her hair like Tinkerbell and wore a bit of green.
The guy he was aiming at made to run.
Marinette grabbed a makeshift bolas and threw it at his knees. She recognized him from one of the RKC hit lists—human trafficker. He fell with them wrapped around tight and defiantely injured bith his knees with how the weights hit him.
“I, Pixie Pop?” Weird, no one had seen her as Pixie in two years. How’d he know it was her?
“Yeah. Havent been around much lately.” She threw another bola at another guy. “You new?”
“Talk after i kill these guys.”
Marinette rolled her eyes, because really?
She threw a knife to screw his aim into non-lethal on one guy. “Kick their ass first, some RKC are in here.”
Helmet oddly did as she said, switching from guns to—is that. A. Sword?
She twisted to punch the guy sneaking up on her. Helmet threw a sword and landed it in his shoulder.
“Thanks!”
“Holy shot you’re really here this time.”
“Did you get hit with feargas as a baby or something?” Her partner being prone to dellusions and good with weapons was a bad thing.
“Just came back from the dead is all.”
marinette hit the guy going for helmet with her stun gun.
“That’ll do it!”
Helmet turned to one of the guys, gun at the ready. She had a feeling Helmet needed a lot of help, or else one of Rose’s agents would be down.
“If you know about pixies, you should know she got an upgrade to having some trust dust.”
Marinette walked over to the guy, letting her tracker plant take a look. The flower bloomed and he got a face full of ‘filter-less pollen’ that’s as close to a truth serum as Rose could make. After all, people can turn sides.
“Truth pollen?” Helmet was staring at her closely.
“Yep.” Marinette turned to her victim. “Are you helping the traffickers?”
“Does infiltration and killing them count as helping?”
Helmet stared at them then.
“Which team?”
“HKT ma’am. How did you get rose to give you one of those?”
“Think for a minute who she gives these to.”
“Comanding officers of the the RKC reconn and interigation but there’s only 15 and i met them all when i joined in the fall.”
“Im the summer help when theyre not puppy gaurding. Now, i have to do zipties on the traffickers, think you can help?”
“I lost coordination from the pollen.”
“Of course you did.”
Marinette turned to see Helmet staring at her. Like she should be dead, not the new revival guy.
“Good enough.”
“I thought only Poison Ivy could do things like that.”
“I have a badass team, well, when they aren’t going overboard. One week kidnapped and suddenly im made of glass.”
“Pixie you are what, ten?”
“So? Two of my best friends went missing becuase no one stepped up, one of them resurfaced as an idiot a year later but still.”
Helmet stopped then. “Two?”
“Hero stalker went after our big brother vanished.. he came back as an idiot.”
Helmet paused. “Hey, you check the others and i’ll help you drop off the good ones at a doctor or something.”
“Zipties are at the ready. Mind doing your share?”
Helmet did as she asked, working with her until all was squared away.
“Okay, my tracker gave off a signal to the RKC to gather our guys here, and—why are bleeding?”
Helmet looked up at her then. “I am?”
“... you’re coming with me since i dont know if you need a transfusion, but i know a guy who can help.”
“I’m driving.”
“On what?”
“Motorcycle.”
Marinette let him walk her to it, and she got on first. He ‘drove’ them while the plant told her when to turn. They ended up at her dad’s clinic as ‘Mr. Smith’. He was so grounding her.
“Smith, i need help,” she tried.
Her dad came out and paled when he saw her carrying Helmet. Before he passed out he let her take it off. “Red hoodie... oh god he said he was revived.”
Her father worked out the blood bags while she checked the wound, bullet still in there. She got it out with tweezers. No major damage to the muscles and shit. How many scars did he have? Pre or post revival?
When he came to she turned to her father and said one thing.
“So this is my new brother. Dont try to get out of it, he kept me alive when i was comstantly pixie, and you said if he was in a bad place then you’d take him in, no questions asked.”
Strange sighed, nodded, and went back to fixing Helmet up.
The next day he was forced moved into an extra room by hers. Somehow there was already clothes his size and style in it.
“Pixie...”
“Im determined and my honorary aunt is a cat burglar.”
Helmet hugged her.
“So for the documents, what do you want to go by?”
Helmet said he didnt want it to be obvious, given who he was before.
“Its not like you were robin.”
“I was.”
“.... i know two robins now, pre-robining. What is my life?”
“ you are ten, calm down. And you knew dick?”
“Met him as Nightwing, not very friendly. But uh, remember hero stalker?”
“The idiot who followed me and B?”
“Yeah, so funny thing, it was a thing that he wanted to be Robin when you went off from Gotham, and then he somehow managed to convince bats to take him on.”
“That Child is Robin.”
“Will be another hero soon if he knows what’s good for him—he’s too easy to make.”
“Wait, you know who he is-is or—”
“I know 5 secret identities and want to lodge a formal complaint about heroes having no secret identity game.”
“Youre ten. I refuse to let you deal with legal things.”
“But illegal is still on the table?”
“I am a vigilante, of course it is.”
“Good, so can we tlak about how dumb Supes secret id is? I photoshoped glasses on as a joke and looked at my file and knew.”
“Wait have they found you yet?”
“No? I dont think so. Not the mom and step dad or father one yet.”
“But its.”
“I know, but i can keep multiple secret identities. They cant handle one. What is this bull they drop in my lap? No masks for two of them, and the three with cant even manage a basic gait switch?”
“I am so glad you noticed too.”
“Also we need to intervene with Hero Stalker.”
“Does your father know-know or...”
“Knows i know, but knows im not telling even in death.”
“Fair. So, heads up i am going to yell at the JL after killing B for impact.”
“How about beating him up instead and kidnapping Hero Stalker? Bats is fine just needs an adult working with him.”
“Maybe. If my mind wasnt so fucked i’d send the Dick a text or something about this, but i think he hates me so that probably wouldnt work.”
“We have planning time, that’s what my house arrest is good for. Now name.”
“... i want to go by Jay.”
“James work?”
“Sure.”
“James “Jay” Smith then. And we are fixing your vilagante outfit.”
“What’s wrong with it.”
“Your helmet has a nose. And the who this is shit for discreet armour. I’ll get a rant in fifteen on armor history from a fashion obsessed friend and make something for you using that, ok?”
“Do i have a choice?”
“I am your little sister offically. resistance is futile.”
So the long awaited return of Red Hoodie/Red Hood/Jason Todd.
For refrence (as age is weird here) Jason looks 14/15 here, but due to dead years is technically 18
Tim is 12
Marinette is 10
Dick is 20something.
Bruce is 30something
Heads up, this will be a two parter for this summer. As i love the next part but need sleep.
@ilovefluffbutsmutisalsogreat @emeraldpuffguide @dast218 @weird-pale-blonde-person @mystery-5-5
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fart-gate · 4 years
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SG1
Season 2 episode 5
"NEED"
Notes by me
- heard this episode was some good shit with lots of cough whump cough here we goooooo
- the goauld are collecting raw naquada. What do they need it for
- oh I love the pyramid ships their so cool
- *Daniel runs off recklessly*
"Wish he'd stop doing that!"
- its a cloaked lady!
- when she turns around and sees Daniel for the first time. 404 cloaked lady has stopped working
- Jack is so aggravated at Daniel for being too nice
- OKAY what the fuck dude. Get your disgusting hands off my Sam or I'll punch you in the throat
- I dont think theyre gonna listen to reason Daniel
- miners!
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- Sam can sense worms??? She got worm radar ????
- "I get a weird feeling when im around tealc"
"hey who doesnt"
- ITS BREAK OUT TIME
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- "lets go daniel!!"
"I'm coming!"
So innocent 😭
- shit is he dead again👀
- that must have hurt like a mother fucker yikes. Reminds me of the episode of BBC Merlin when the rockslide came down and separated him and arthur
- gurl not even a minute ago you were gonna commit suicide and now you want to take over after your dad? Make up yo damn mind
- a sarcophagus! Oh its Daniel
- NICE OUTFIT
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- no glasses!Daniel
- she says she dressed him in new clothes while looking him up and down like lady what the fuck. You taking peeps at my boy? You wanna fuckin fight?
- "personal responsibility for you" basically shes saying she owns you now buddy you better run
- wait how many times has he used the sarc now? Its about 3 times I think
- "glass circles" lol
- damn theyre cracked. Makes me think how many times daniel has broken or lost his glasses and had to get new ones.
- whys she so goddamn CREEPY
- why is she so fascinated with trees my respect for her goes down with every second
- she wants to hit that and you know what? She's valid
- "youre my destiny"
"BLEHGR ......what???"
On all levels except physical, Daniel is barfing so hard right now
- also ???? Destiny??? Ok george mcfly
- this psycho: anyway so me and my mom....
daniel: can we back track for a sec I have some thoughts
- "surprisingly difficult to kill you isnt it?" You got no idea Jack smh
- "nice dress"
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- sg1 as slaves is something tho 👀
- I'm laughing theyre throwing a feast for Daniel while the rest of them mine coal. Tough luck guys
- 700 years old YIKES
- "I dont think you understand what they mean to me" ❤💕❤💕❤💕❤☺❤☺❤❤❤❤☺☺☺💗💗💗
- daniel being treated like the princesses boy toy lol
- honey.......dont sleep in the sarc
- what possessed him to think that this is a good idea
- jack, tealc, and Sam update: still in the mine!
- DANIELS HAIR IS POOF
- hes LOST his marbles
- "and look!!! No glasses!!" Hes so excited
- hes getting obsessed with this thing
- 9 or 10 times in the sarc???
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Jack: hes drunk as fuck
- hes definitely considering marrying her. Bro youre already married. Did you forget
- Temper!Daniel
- ok so hes totally brain washed!
- he felt out of place on earth :(. You know what? The Sarc is bringing out his deep down thoughts and feelings. Things he wouldnt ever tell anyone bc when hes in his right mind, his logic counter acts these thoughts. But his logic is gone so hes just voicing everything he normally wouldn't
- sams memories of jolinar telling her whats what with the sarc! 💪
- its taking his SOUL WHAT THE HELL
- lounging!Daniel "HI JACK!!"
- hes LOST IT FOLKS THATS IT. HES AN EMPTY VESSEL NO THOUGHTS
- kicking his little feet
- of course he wants to marry a woman he met 4 days ago
- "he cant live without me anymore" OH THIS GIRLS A BITCH. SHE DID THIS TO HIM ON PURPOSE. ALRIGHT LADY SQUARE UP SOMEONE HOLD MY BEER
- "we offer the friendship of our world"
".......well thanks"
Jack is having NONE of her shit and I wholeheartedly agree
- awkward kissing!!
- jittery!daniel
- sir that is no way to talk about your wife. So what if shes different when u get her back! So are you! People change! God not having a logic filter in your brain must be exhausting
- concerned!Sam
- ALRIGHT when you start knocking shit over on purpose its time to sit in the corner on time out
- hes having withdrawals. Didnt I already say this man has been thru Enough
- Jack literally jumps on him to hold him down. Did he crush daniels pelvis or what
- Sam is right they need to let him go thru it 😩
- how the hell did he pull fraiser all the way over him lmfao hes not that strong
- oh boy! Crazy!Daniel
- 🚨the archeologist is loose🚨
- "I know what its like" oh???? Jack has dealt with addiction????
- caretaker!jack
- this is heart breaking
- when he just hugs him. Just holds him. The acting from both of them is making me sob
- P3H826 is ready to be sg1s next mission!
- daniels okay!!!! He got thru it ✊😌
- P3R636 is the planet with the Sarc and princess dick face.
- "id like Daniel back on the team" 😤😤😤😤😤😤
- I dont care about you! Stupid bitch! Manipulative ass hat
- Daniel step away from the sarc
- clearly you have no idea what love is if you think its just keeping ppl hostage
- he literally tells her to stop using it and she IMMEDIATELY picks up a staff weapon and blows it to hell like it took zero effort to convince her
- welp! Cry all you want! Youre a dumb bitch and I hope i never see you again lol
- Let Daniel Rest 2k20
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Whump under the cut
Daniel jackson whump: threatened, gunpoint, sore, nervous, crushed by rockslide, healed by sarc, addiction, brain washing, jittery, withdrawal, anger outbursts , passing out, hospital scene, red eyes, sweaty, pleading, restrained, losing his mind, crying, breaking down, caretaker Jack.
Jack Oniell whump: kicked, hit with staff, coughing, fight with daniel
Whole team whump: forced kneeling, dirty, tired, weak, forced to mine
No glasses!Daniel for 90% of episode
🎶listening to Happiness Is A Warm Gun from Across The Universe Soundtrack🎶 for daniels struggle with addiction
🎶listening to Gone by Bazzi🎶 for Daniel being so confident that he was fine
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Let The Flames Begin (Chapter 18)
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I'm feeling generous today, so have another chapter. :')
So much fluff and feels in this chapter guys, my heart may have exploded.
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“Again,” Daryl said roughly, making Charlene look to him and squint. They had walked for hours with no sign of a car to get gas from, so Merle had decided they all needed to go back to the truck. His grand idea was that he would go on the bike himself to find something since it would be quicker. He was too paranoid that someone might take the truck, and he wasn't about to let that happen. Daryl hadn’t agreed with him, he didn't think separating was a good idea. But Merle was fucking Merle and Daryl couldn't talk sense into him, especially not with his moods with his drug usage lessened now. So off Merle fucking went and Daryl was left with Charlene by the truck. Merle had been gone an hour and with each passing minute, Daryl's agitation grew at him not being back yet. It made him feel uncomfortable to be away from him, not knowing if he was okay or if he needed help. To distract himself, he decided to turn all of his attention on the girl, teaching her how to throw her tomahawks. She was doing well, hitting the tree on the little mark Daryl had thought was a good target. But he had been riding her ass now for almost the whole hour.
“My arm aches Daryl!” she huffed, glaring at him. He clenched his jaw as he took a step forward.
“Ya arms gonna ache when we’re fightin’ off the dead, but ya ain’t gonna have time to be a little bitch about it,” he sneered, regretting it the instant it felt his lips. When the fuck had he turned into his brother? She didn't look upset though, she just narrowed her eyes at him, her hand tightening around the handle of her weapon. For a second, he idly wondered if she was going to throw it at him.
“I get you're worried about him, I am too. But the next time you talk to me like that, I’m gonna shove my tomahawk right up your ass. Pointy end first,” she glared, making him lower his head feeling ashamed of himself. He felt like he had been scolded by his mother.
“Shit girl, ya know I ain’t mean it,” he lamented with a frown, his voice almost a whisper. Her face softened slightly and she strapped the weapon to her hip again.
“I know Daryl. But you need to chill. Merle’s tough, you know this. He’ll be fine and back soon,” she said, reaching out and taking his hand. He looked at her, seeing her little smile and hopeful face and he wondered how she still managed to have that hope after everything life had thrown at her. It did make him feel a little better though, the conviction in her words. Merle was a tough son of a bitch and Daryl knew he could take care of himself. He nodded, standing a little straighter as he tried to take strength from the tiny little thing in front of him. He wondered why his arm was tingling until he looked down and noticed she was still holding his hand. What am I? A fuckin’ girl? He had shared a bed with her, actually woke up spooning her and rubbing his dick all over her ass, but holding hands made his legs feel weak. Fuckin’ asshole.
“Let's eat somethin’ whilst we wait,” he said, looking awkward as he took his hand from hers. It was making him feel too weird, he needed to create some distance. He grabbed his pack and they both sat on the bed of the truck, legs dangling off. He rummaged through his bag, seeing a can of peaches he had hid from his brother since Merle and the girl liked to argue about them so much. He had saved them just for her. He passed her the can and her eyes lit up, making his stomach flip around on him.
“Peaches?!” she asked, like he had just given her a unicorn that shit out gold. He couldn’t help the little smile that tugged on his lips at seeing her so happy, knowing he was the one to make her feel that way. It made him feel all kinds of good.
“Yeah. Know ya like ‘em so I saved ‘em. Hid ‘em from Merle,” he snorted, ducking his head shyly like a fucking idiot because apparently, he didn't know how to interact with a woman if he wasn't piss drunk.
She bit her lower lip, practically beaming at him and reached out, slinging her arms around his broad shoulders. He tensed at first, he knew she liked peaches but he hadn't expected her to fucking hug him for it. Her scent overwhelmed him, fucking choking him and making him want to run a damn mile from how it made him feel.
“You're the best human on the planet. I’m glad we’re stuck together,” she grinned as she moved away, trying not to think about the fact that he hadn't hugged her back. She knew she probably made him uncomfortable and she had agreed not to do that. It was just hard when she was around him. She grabbed her knife and he watched as she opened the can, slurping up the juice greedily. It reminded him of that day in the cabin as a small moan left her lips. She looked like she had been to heaven and back and he couldn't help but let his mind wander about that kind of look on her face in other scenarios. Stop bein’ a fuckin’ creep asshole. He forced himself to look away, he shouldn't be thinking that shit about her, especially when she was sat right there. It was bad enough he had these thoughts before the world went to shit. Fucking jerking off in bed or the shower as he thought about the pretty girl with the sweet smile and green eyes. It always made him feel like such a fucking creep whenever he saw her next after he had done that, like she would look at him and somehow know.
“Aren't you gonna eat?” she asked curiously, making him look at her, lips fucking glistening from the juice. He felt ready to crawl out of his skin. He just wanted to grab her and kiss her sweet as sin lips, taste the peach juice right off them. He nodded, clearing his throat and he grabbed a random can out of his bag. Fucking tomato soup. Awesome... Cold soup was a pile of shit and then some, but it was food. So he opened it and started drinking it from the can. He made a point of avoiding looking at her as she fished the peaches out from the can and started to eat them. He was half worried his primal urges would win out and he would just fucking pounce on her.
“You know...I used to be so nervous when you came into the store or diner,” she said after a moment of silence. Daryl had finished his soup and he tossed the tin carelessly. He looked at her, a small frown etched on his face.
“Why?” he asked warily, even though he felt like he knew the answer. Because he was a fucking Dixon and he had a reputation that exceeded him, despite the fact he hadn't ever really done a thing wrong. Well, nothing as bad as Merle anyway.
“You just have that kind of face,” she shrugged, making his frown deepen as he looked at her offended.
“That kinda face? The fuck kinda face I have?” he glared, making her laugh out loud. The sound made his heart feel all weird and beat funny and he wondered why she thought it was funny.
“Daryl Dixon...You have resting bitch face,” she grinned. He tilted his head looking bewildered and it only made her laugh more.
“Restin’ bitch face…?” he asked, clearly having no clue what the fuck she was on about.
“You look angry all of the time. I’d always try to talk to you and you’d look at me like you wanted to punch me in the face,” she snorted. He looked down, the tips of his ears burning as he chewed his thumb.
He knew he looked angry all of the time, mainly because he was. He was angry at life for constantly shitting on him. He also hated people, so he put off a vibe of stay the fuck away so he didn't have to deal with them. But for some reason, the thought of Charlene thinking he didn't like her, that he would hurt her, it made him feel sad.
“Wouldnt fuckin’ hit ya,” he frowned, glaring at the floor as he chewed his thumb so much it started to hurt. Charlene watched him, frowning herself when she realised she had somehow upset him, she hadn't meant it like that at all.
“Hey, I know you wouldn't. I didn't mean literally Daryl. I just meant that you looked angry all of the time, even when I tried to be nice,” she explained, reaching over and taking his hand away from his mouth. She was surprised he still had a thumb left with how he was chewing it.
He looked at her carefully and she gave him a small smile, making him relax a little.
“Didn't mean to come across as an asshole or nothin’...just didn’t know how to act. Ain’t used to people bein’ nice to me,” he admitted with a shrug, trying to ignore the fact she hadn’t let go of his hand.
“All those people that were ever rude to you can go to hell. You’re a good man Daryl, I’ve always seen that,” she said softly. It felt like the air in his lungs was suddenly sucked out of him, his throat closing up.
“Always thought ya were nice to me just ‘cause ya were bein’ paid,” he muttered quietly, his cheeks blushing slightly that he had even said that out loud to her. She furrowed her brow and squeezed his hand, causing a jolt of electricity to shoot through his entire body.
“I was nice to you because you’re a good guy. Because I like you. You weren't like the other assholes that came into the diner. Grabbing at my ass and saying all kinds of shit. You were always polite. Gruff maybe, but you never treated me like I was less than you,” she admitted, toying with his finger without even realising she was doing it. He was glaring at their joined hands, his heart thumping away in his chest at such a simple touch. And her words, her fucking words made his stomach feel like it was falling out of his ass. She actually liked him, maybe not in the way he wanted her to, but she liked him. She wasn't tolerating him or stuck to him. She liked him even before the turn and she wanted to talk to him. He hadn't ever felt the strange feeling in his chest before that he got at those words.
“Ya ain't less than me. Not by a long shot. Ya fuckin’ more than me a million times over,” he murmured, still looking at their joined hands and how she toyed with his fingers. Like holding his hand was a good thing. She tilted her head, seeing how he wouldn’t look up at her and she frowned. She hated how he always thought so little of himself, it made her sad to know he had little to no self-worth.
“I wish you could see what I see when I look at you,” she sighed. Finally, his eyes snapped up to her, curiosity all over his face. He was kind of scared to ask just how she saw him, not knowing if he wanted to know the answer or not.
“What is it ya see?” he asked quietly, his curiosity getting the best to him. Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back and all of that shit.
She inhaled a deep breath, looking somewhat nervous and that only served to make him nervous as her eyes flit around. She was the one avoiding his gaze now and it was making him panic internally a little. Shouldn't have asked asshole.
“I see a loyal brother, who would do anything and everything if it made his brother happy. I see a good man that respects women and treats them equally. I see a man that needs to protect those around him, even putting himself in harm's way. I see a man with a deep need to provide for those he cares about. I see...I see a young boy. A boy who's been hurt in ways he never should have been and now he doesn't know how to act. He doesn't know how to accept compliments or affection. He doesn't feel worthy. I see a man that deserves the world because he's fucking amazing,” she admitted, getting a little emotional at her own words. Hormones were a bitch.
Daryl's heart stopped dead in his chest at her words and he felt a lump in his throat forming. Of course she had no doubt heard about this childhood, people liked to fucking talk back in Ellijay and she was friends with Billy’s sister. But what hurt him the most was how fucking right she was. How he didn’t know how to act or receive affection. He was still messed up over the trauma he had been through and he hated that she could see right through him. He felt tears sting his eyes and he looked away. Removing his hand from hers as he pressed the heels of his hands to his eyes, trying to stop the onslaught of tears that were fighting to get free. Like fuck he was gonna cry in front of her like some little bitch. He felt so overwhelmed. Overwhelmed that she knew him so fucking well even though they had barely spoken before. Overwhelmed that she had given him so many fucking complements in that statement it made his head spin. Overwhelmed that the pretty girl in front of him thought he was fucking worth something.
She scooted closer, her heart aching at seeing him so upset and struggling to control himself. She wrapped her arms around him, pressing the side of her head against his as she hugged him. He tried to push her away at first but she was strong considering how tiny she was and he relented. Giving in to the warm feeling that spread through his chest as she held him. He wrapped his arms around her, a choked sob escaping his lips as he buried his face into her hair. He was a fucking pussy. A weak pathetic asshole, but he couldn't stop himself. His heart was burning in his chest and holding her was soothing.
“I know you have issues, and I know you probably won't ever believe a nice thing I say about you. But for what it's worth, you’re the best man I've ever met, and I hope one day you see it too,” she whispered, her own tears escaping as she held on tightly to him. Anyone that knew Daryl, that really took the time to know him and spend time with him, they could see he was damaged. It made her feel overwhelmingly sad.
Her words made his heart constrict painfully as he sobbed into her hair like a small child. He could hate himself later for it but right now he needed this. He needed someone to comfort him, to make him feel better. To make him feel less like trash. He needed the affection she was so willing to give him to soothe all of his wounds. He soaked her in, just letting out all his pain and anguish for every mark left on his body, every fucking time Merle had sent him off into the woods as a small boy as his mother was beaten mercilessly. The pain of never having anyone there for him, even when he was young, when he just needed someone to give him a fucking hug and tell him things would get better. And she held him, she didn't let go as she stroked his hair, not once berating him for being a pussy or weak. She just fucking let him cling to her like a lost child and cry it all out.
When his sobbing subsided, he let go. She took it as her cue to move away a little, not wanting to crowd him or make him more uncomfortable. She knew he would feel awkward about crying like that in front of her but she was glad he did when he clearly needed it. She meant every word she said to him. He sniffled, wiping his eyes and he shook his head. He felt the shame creep in, taking a vice-like grip of him as his face burned bright. He didn't know what to say. He felt like a fucking idiot now and she had said so much to him. So much shit he found it hard to believe because she was right when she said he wouldn't believe a single nice thing out her mouth about him. The rumble of a bike saved him from the awkwardness and he wiped his eyes furiously and cleared his throat, not wanting his brother to know he had been crying like a little bitch.
“I meant what I said, and you don't have to feel awkward about it. There's nothing wrong with letting it out Daryl. If you don't, it'll just eat you alive,” she said softly, grabbing his hand and bringing it up to her lips. She placed a soft kiss on his knuckles and he just watched dumbly with watery eyes, his brain feeling fuzzy from all the crying. She gave him a little smile before releasing his hand and jumping down from the bed of the truck. He sat there for a moment as he heard the bike approach before his brain came back to reality. It was most likely Merle but there was a chance it wasn't and it was his job to keep her safe. He hopped down and grabbed his bow that had been propped up by the tire, readying it as he walked around to the front of the truck where Charlene stood.
He felt so ashamed of himself but when she glanced at him, she gave him a smile and it made him feel a little better. It was like he was expecting her to laugh or mock him for his breakdown but she didn't. She didn't act like anything had happened and he was grateful. He didn't want a big deal made out of it. He watched as the bike got closer, lowering his bow when he saw his brother riding up to them. When Merle stopped the bike, he had a shit-eating grin on his face.
“Daddy's brought home the bacon kids, let's get the fuck outta here,” Merle grinned as he got off the bike, grabbing the jerry can he had strapped to his back with some rope.
“Daryl gave me peaches,” Charlene smirked, making Merle scoff and look at Daryl so fucking offended. Daryl bit his lip trying not to laugh, grateful for the distraction.
“Ya fuckin’ saved ‘em for her and not me? Yer own flesh and blood? Boy, I’m disappointed in ya,” he huffed, shaking his head as he walked over. Daryl could see the amusement in his eyes though and his lips tugged into a small smile.
“Couldn't help it, ya should see how excited she gets. Like a kid at fuckin’ Christmas,” Daryl snorted, making Merle bark out a laugh as Charlene squinted at him playfully.
“Hey! They're really good okay?!” she pouted. Daryl felt the warmth spread through his body as he smiled at her. A fucking genuine smile that he felt like never happened unless he was around her and her adorable fucking face. How could she ease his deep pain so fucking easy? To have him cry one second and the next smile like this?
“Might start callin’ ya Peaches,” Daryl teased as they followed Merle to the side of the truck as he put the gas in the tank.
“Not the worst nickname,” she shrugged, shooting him a toothy grin that made his insides turn into mush. He shook his head a huffed a laugh.
“Alright, well c’mon then Peaches, get yer ass in the truck,” he smirked, shoving her lightly towards the door as she laughed. Sweet and delicate. Fuckin’ peaches indeed.
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ask your destiny to dance [12] {Roger Taylor}
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“Oh Ashley, it’s so good to see you.” Freddie’s mother seems absolutely delighted to see Ash at the door when she opens it, a few weeks after the album’s recording, on the morning of Freddie’s birthday. She quickly wraps the girl up in a hug, and Ash hugs her back tightly. “It’s been too long.” She scolds, beckoning Ash through into the kitchen. “Farrokh and his friends are in his room, and I’m sure Kash is somewhere, but I have some things for you to take home.” And she produces a tupperware container full of baked goods, and Ash’s chest tightens a little.
“Mrs Bulsara, you really didn’t have to-” Ash tries to decline, but Freddie’s mother pushes the container into her hands with a fond smile.
“Nonsense, it was no trouble; Freddie tells me how you live up on the campus, all that junk food, and so far from home?” She clicks her tongue, shaking her head as she heads back out to the dining room. “You need a mother’s cooking. Don’t worry, I’ve added plastic forks; I’ve been told you don’t have any in your kitchen.” She says, and Ash flushes, embarrassed but thankful.
Freddie’s mother never says it outright, but they both know that she knows that Ash had been kicked out of home before she’d become friends with Freddie. After the first few times Ash had come over to work on a uni project with Freddie, she’s invited to stay for dinner, and Freddie’s mother always gives her leftovers to take home with her. Jer, after three years, treats Ash like family, and Ash, when she thinks about it too hard, wants to cry out of love.
“Kashi, come set the table, lunch is almost ready.” Freddie’s mother calls out, and Kash gives Ash a hug in greeting when she comes to collect plates.
Ash sits herself next to John when everyone’s arrived and lunch is served, and Roger sits himself right next to her. Kristin’s with him, which irks Ash for reasons she doesn’t want to think too hard about, but Ash smiles at her and makes small talk, and it makes Kristin looks a little less uncomfortable and out of place.
The mood around the table is bright, even with Roger and Kristin being a little too cute for Ash’s taste. Mary’s father signs stories about Mary and she translates for the whole table, bashful and sweet, and Kash ask Ash across the table about her latest designs, and the boys all talk excitedly about their album, and then Freddie’s mother is saying how nice it is for Farrokh to bring home a nice girl like Mary.
“What does that make you, Ash?” Roger snickers, and Ash elbows him in the ribs, suppressing a smile of her own.
“A horrible young woman.” Ash says airily, and Kash giggles across the table, and Jer tuts.
“Ashley is a good friend; Mary is…” and she trails off, making gestures at Mary, who is squinting a little.
“Farrokh?” She asks, and Freddie’s mother relaxes, smiling with a hint of confusion. Wondering aloud if Freddie had ever told them about his heritage, though neither Ash nor Roger were paying them much attention.
“A horrible young woman?” Roger’s grinning at Ash, voice low, and she’s smirking back at him, amused.
“You heard me.” She murmured back, sitting back in her chair, arms crossed and confident.
“You’re not giving yourself enough credit, you can be a right demon when you wanna be.” He chuckled, and Ash snorted, watching as Jer stood up and made her way to the living room, returning with some photo albums, much to Freddie’s chagrin.
“You’d know, wouldn’t you?” Ash watched Roger out of the corner of her eye, and he held a hand to his heart, shaking his head gently, grinning. Ash leans over, voice quiet enough that she was sure only he’d heard, “but from what I recall it takes two to start a fire.” And Roger’s smile became more genuine as he realised she wasn’t trying to be bitter, but that she was actually making light of their little excursion in Scotland. It’s when he gives her shoulder a squeeze, and Ash feels her own smile soften, that she sees Kristin frowning at her. Ash’s smile drops, and she turns quickly, looking at the photo in front of Deaky, trying to tune out where Roger and Kristin were talking beside her.
Ash has seen all the family photos before, they were pulled out the second time she’d stayed for dinner, and she distinctly remembers Freddie almost face planting into his mashed potato out of embarrassment. This time, at least, he’d absconded to the piano, and was singing himself Happy Birthday to try and drown then all out. Ash leans back in her chair, watching the situation unfold, watching Roger leave Kristin with a gentle reassurance to go sit beside Kash in Freddie’s now vacant seat to look at one of the photo albums, and sees Kristin give her a tight smile from the corner of her eyes, gesturing to the photo album Deaky and Brian were poring over. Ash gives up her seat easily, sitting in Roger’s now empty one.
“I thought Freddie was born in London.” John muses, and Kash laughs. Roger’s got an arm around the back of her chair, leaning in to look at the photo album, but he’s so close to Freddie’s little sister, and Kristin doesn’t seem to be paying him much attention, and Ash feels the hairs on the back of her neck rise.
“Oh he was, at the age of eighteen!” She grins brightly, and Roger looks up, catches her smile, and objectively Kash is pretty, Ash knows this, but Kristin is right there, and she knows his knee-jerk reaction to pretty girls at this point. Kash turns and asks Freddie about his change of name, from Bulsara to Mercury, which sets off their father, and Roger’s leaning back in his chair, watching Kash speak as he smiles slightly.
The phone goes off, and Kash excuses herself to answer it, and finally Roger catches Ash watching him, and gives her a confused smile, as if he doesn’t know exactly what he’s doing.
The call is for Freddie, and Kash comes back, slotting herself back into the conversation with ease, and Ash is about to throw a bread roll at Roger. When he leans in to murmur something to her, something she knows is far too forward for a man sitting across from his supposed girlfriend, Ash just feels a sinking disappointment, and her gaze drops as Freddie’s father coughs pointedly. Roger’s still got some cooked onion on his plate, pushed off to the side, and Ash doesn’t even care to ask before she starts picking at it, not letting Freddie’s mother’s cooking go to waste and to give herself something to do that isn’t lobbing cutlery.
“Freddie tells me you’re a scientist.” Jer breaks the silence, turning to Brian, who smiles brightly.
“Astrophysicist, actually.” He corrects cheerfully, before his smile turns sharp and he points directly at Roger. “He studies dentistry; he’s a dentist!” He announces, and Roger snorts, crossing his arms, at the same time as Ash almost choked on her food.
“I was never a dentist.” He says, defensive, where Ash’s ‘he was never a dentist’ is more derisive, and Roger shoots her a wounded look, before frowning. “Are you eating my onions?”
“He’s a dentist.” John snorts. Poor Kristin looks confused, Ash pays her no mind.
“Were you saving them for later?” Ash asks, shoving the last of them in her mouth while making eye contact, and he squints at her, looking like he’s trying hard not smile, before Ash turns to the rest of the table with a mouth full of onions; “He’s a biologist, whatever that is.”
The rest of the table looks at her like she’s grown an extra head.
“She said I’m a biologist, whatever that is.” Roger translates through her mouthful of food and accent with ease, and his smile is smug when everyone else makes noises of understanding.
“Everyone, I have some news;” Freddie announces, coming back to them all. He looks a little shell shocked, and the rest of the room quietens down automatically. “That was John Reid, calling from EMI; they manage Elton.” his voice shakes, he’s holding back so much, “someone gave him a demo of our recording, and he wants to meet with us, possibly even manage us.”
The band are in shock. Ash feels like her heart’s bursting with pride as she stands abruptly, moving to throw her arms around Freddie after he’s done hugging Mary.
“Happy birthday, Freds, this is incredible.” She murmurs, and he holds her so tightly, laughing, a little bewildered at the whole surreal situation.
Stepping back, Ash goes to sit back down, but her seat’s occupied, and so she finds herself in Roger’s lap where he’s taken back his original seat. They don’t give each other time to be shocked, just let themselves enjoy the moment of excitement as they wrap their arms around each other in an ecstatic hug.
“This is awesome!” Ash says quietly, and Roger just laughs a little where he’s got his face buried in her neck, hidden for all her bushy hair. It doesn’t last long, Ash hops up and gives both John and Brian hugs of their own, and she doesn’t like to think about how good it felt to have him hug her again, or how Kristin barely speaks two words to her after that.
A week later, the day of the meeting, Ash is laying at the edge of Freddie’s bed, watching him dig through his closet. Both of them were frustrated, and Freddie flung another jacket at her, and it landed squarely on her face, a button hitting her cheek and making her yelp.
“I asked you here to help, Rocket, now please; which colour shirt?” Freddie huffs, pulling out three different shirts, all in different bright colours. Ash bites her lip.
“Freds, you don’t want me to dress you for a business meeting. Business meetings are fucking boring and I hate boring. And I hate grey.” She whined, and Freddie shook the shirts at her again.
“Darling, that’s exactly why I want you to help me; this is a band meeting and no-one’s gonig to care about us if we look like every Tom, Dick, and Harry.” Freddie muses, and Ash sits up, intrigued; “Deaky’s going to dress like a father, Brian’s going to be unfortunately sensible, and Roger doesn’t know how to button his shirts up past his ribs, which might work on girls, but not on executives; please help me convince Reid we have some semblance of style.”
“The purple one.” Ash answers immediately, barely waiting a moment after he’s finished his spiel to point at the bright purple shirt. Freddie grins, already pulling off his shirt to put on the one she’d suggested. Ash makes her way to the closet beside him, looking through all his jackets and jumpers for anything potentially eye catching.
“I was thinking,” Freddie starts carefully, reaching past her to pull at something white and leather hanging up near the end of the railing, “this one.” It’s frilled. Not like the frills of a skirt, more like a frill-neck lizard.
“I love it.” Ash is bright-eyed when looking at it, absolutely enraptured with it. “Freds where did you get it?” She demands, clutching the edge of the jacket in her hands, looking at it with a starry-eyed gaze; Freddie’s never seen her so enamoured with his clothes before, or any clothes that weren’t her own.
“Op shop down East.” He said, flush with pride that she was to taken with his jacket.
“Freddie if you ever lose or destroy that jacket, tell me; this is the best jacket you’ve ever owned.” She said, suddenly very serious
“You’re taking the piss.” He huffed, rolling his eyes. “What are you gonna do, make me a knew one every time I lose it?” Ash frowned, looking up at him.
“Freddie I’d kill to work with leather like this, take risks like this in such a traditional medium; the work on the collar is impeccable.” There’s nothing but absolute sincerity in her voice, and Freddie is reminded sharply that most of her wardrobe she’s made herself, that this is the life she wants to be a part of more than anything. “If I get even half an excuse to make something like this, I’ll take it.”
“Alright.” Freddie tells her with a firm nod, taking her by the shoulder. “Well then, Ash, I’m asking you seriously; I want you to become the band’s official stylist; when we make it big, we need to have a look, and I trust you to make us stand out.”
Ash is lost for words, heart beating in her throat as she clutches the leather jacket tight in her hands. Nodding profusely, a smile comes over her face, and Freddie hugs her tightly.
“You’ve got a gift, darling, I want the world to see it.” He says, and Ash holds him so tightly as a laugh escapes her, a little wistful, a little bit dazed.
“So do you, Freds, you’re gonna be a star.” She mused, and he pulled back, fixing her with a fond smile.
“Well then you’d better make sure I look my best.”
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missjackil · 5 years
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My 14x11 Opinion
Damaged Goods
I have so many feelings about this episode!! Its been the hardest one to wait for all season because we were teased all week about this mysterious hug!! I am trash for brohugs, I wont even lie. Any episode that includes a brohug gets bonus points from me!! But what was different about this brohug than others? It was a slip in from behind hug that Sam wasnt expecting. Gentle, and cautious, yet full off angst and despiration. 
The scene was set in a way that assured me this episode would be emotional. The library dimly lit while Sam while Sam researches for ways to help Dean. Dean wont even answer the question when Sam asks how hes feeling. Dean just doesnt want to talk about this. He makes it known though that he appreciates the effort Sam has been putting into trying to help, and Sam responds, “of course... always” . He’s not looking for praise or appreciation, its just something he is gonna do. He’s gona help Dean. Thats all. To him its like getting up in the morning and going to the bathroom. It doesnt matter what else is going on in the world, this is what’s gonna happen.now.Deans in trouble. Sam is gonna help.
Dean tells Sam he’s going to go spend time with Mom, Sam is gonna get packed up and go too but Dean wants to go alone. Sam looks hurt. This isnt surprizing. As much as Sam doesnt need to be, as we all know, he still gets insecure with his ploace in Dean’s world and he doesnt like to be left behind for anyone, even Mom. but in the traditional character of Sam Winchester, he isnt going to make a fuss, he’ll swallow it up and let Dean go if he feels he needs it. Dean isnt cold, nor blind to this. He wont tell Sam its a farewell tour, but he needs Sam to know hes loved. So he just comes around behind him and holds Sam’s head to his chest and face, and tells him to take care of himself. As sweet as this was, did Dean really think it wouldnt sound every alarm in Sam’s head? However, this hug will go down in my heart as a classic. One thing I love most about the brohugs, is that J2 deliver a fresh one every time that say their own things. Theyre never cheap, never lacking a message, and always packed with feeling. 
Sam was pretty adorable when he tried to tell mom about the hug.I know he said they dont hug unless its literally the end of the world. but how was he really gonna tell him mom that they hug for many reasons, but this one was very different? Im sure she understands that theyre close, but does she even have a clue at how close and co-dependant they are? I dont think so. Sam gives her fair warning, and shes gonna keep an eye on Dean. 
Meanwhile, Nick is being a dick, and has a run in with Donna. Now I know many of you all dont like Donna and Jody, mainly for the Wayward crap, but I still like THEM, I just hate that story. I really like this new, tougher Donna that came to be last season in Breakdown. The bubbly silly blonde from The Purge and Hibbing 911 got on my nerves and served no purpose but comic releif. I cant stand those characters. Thats why I dont like Garth, and never liked Ghost Facers, because all they did was assure that the episode wouldnt get very serious.But lets move on. 
Mary makes Dean something he loved as a kid, Winchester Surprize. This is the first time we heard of this dish, and I would call “bullshit” on Deans ability to remember something like that from being no older than 4 the last time she made it, had he not mentioned how Dad apparently made it also, but when he and Sam tried, they messed it up and Dad got pissed and tossed it out. Dean laughed about it, but Mom was uncomfortable, and so was I. Im not a John hater as y’all know, so new negative information makes me sad. I guess before John comes back in 2 weeks, Mary will need to know that he changed a lot after she died and wasnt the greatest father to the boys.And to assure us that the reuinion wont be all rainbows and butterflies. There’s gonna be some angst.
Now Im gonna talk about how HOT Dean was while welding. the flipping of the face shield. the sparks flying around his feet, the leather apron.... mmmm Magic Mike moment y’all?? It was a great music montage, something we dont get a lot of. No Time Left For You is a good song, and for any of my readers under 40, that was an 8 track tape Dean was playing.😉 we also see that Michael is still pounding on the door in Deans head. Jensen is really doing a great job of showing us in his expressions and posture that he’s barely holding him in.
Now Sam has looked around the bunker and noticed things missing. Okay... Dean is definitely up to something. Mary waited till Dean was asleep and went to see what he was doing in the shed, she sees he’s built this box with the plan to lock himself in it and be dropped at the bottom of the ocean so Michael cant escape the box once he gets out of Deans head. Mom calls Sam, but he’s already on his way. and during this time Nick kidnaps Mary. 
Now, I think Mary was just being stupid for most of this, she had no reason really not to comply with Nick. Theres a time to be tough and a time to just be practical. A big part of being a hero includes not trying to get yourself killed for no good reason. But hey, its ok because your sons are fucking suoer heros and they’ll come save your ass! So Abraxus gets released and reveals Lucifer had him kill Ncks family. This leaves me with wonder. Will Lucifer come find Nick but Nick say no to him now that he knows Lucifer had his family killed? Leaving Luci without a vessel and heading to mess with Sam again? Possibly even Jack? Hmmmm
So Donna shoots Nick in the leg, he’s arrested. Sam goes to talk to him. I didnt like that Dean bitched at Sam for letting Nick go, though Im glad Sam got to tell him why. though he’s feeling guilty about everything that happened now. Im also pretty sure that Dean was telling Sam when people cant be saved, you just walk away, more for himself than anything. So Dean barked, but he didnt stay angry and thats good. 
Sam confronts Nick and apologizes for not being able to help him which is so very Sam, but, my boy is getting harder around the edges, he’s really 1000% done with the bull shit. He tells Nick he doesnt feel sorry for him, he feels sorry for the people he killed, HE can burn. 
Meanwhle mom confronts Dean and tells him he knows what hes up to... and if he doesnt tell Sam, she will. Im so glad it didnt become some secret between Dean and Mom being kept from Sam. That never ends pretty. 
Now, this scene, is my favorite scene so far of the season. Sam just not holding back at how horrible he thinks it was for Dean to plan to kill himself and not tell him. “Not tell me?? ME??” Do you realize how messed up that is? How unfair??” it took me back to when Dean sold his soul for Sam and Sam figured it out. Sam knows first hand how awful being trapped forever with a crazy archangel. You could see it in Sam’s eyes when he said it, he knew what Dean would be up against for eternity. “Do you know how INSANE this is?”
Dean is set in his choice and tells Sam he couldnt tell him because hes the only person who could talk him out of it💖💖and he loves hm for trying to help. Thats a very big statement in this show. So he gives Sam a choice, either he helps him, or he does it alone. Of curse Sam agrees to help. He cant save Dean if he walks away, and he wont let Dean die alone 💔💔💔💔💔💔😭😭😭😭😭
Thats gonna kill me all week!! Next weeks trailer looks like a real kick in the balls, but, Im fairly sure the brutality will be over early in the episode because Donatello’s issue is the headliner. Its hard to see Dean freak out when his phone dies when hes in the box, but Im thinking maybe he’s testing it and gets a dose of what being trapped feels like, and maybe that changes his mind. So I dont think the whole episode is going to be super heavy, but we’ll have some good brofeels anyway. In conclusion I loved this episode. It could have used more Sam but Sams parts were all great! So on a scale of Bloodlines to Who We Are, this gets a 9. the heavy brolove got it massive points and more Sam COULD have taken it to a 10. See y’all next week :)
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scaryscarecrows · 5 years
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Roots and Leaves, Pt. 6
DC did it first. Take your grievances to them.
Jason and Sheila e-mail back and forth for about a week before she says that she has Thursday off so if he has Thursday off does he want to meet for lunch again?
Last time wasn’t bad. Not a lot of staring or people or anything. He can…he can probably do it again. And it’s a few days away still, so he has time to psyche himself up or, worst case scenario, fake his death and move to Canada.
And it’s been a week and she hasn’t pulled out the Pity Card on him yet and maybe…maybe this’ll all work out okay. She might never be Mom, because Catherine’s always gonna be Mom, but…but she could be Mother, maybe. He can see that in the distant (or not-so-distant?) future.
But he’s not going to rush into things, that’s what got him here in the first place. Patience, grasshopper.
Thursday rolls around and he hasn’t faked his death and moved to Canada, so he has no choice but to put on jeans and a hoodie and resign himself to a couple of hours, easy, of no sunglasses and no e-book shield.
Sorry, any small children who might come out of this traumatized.
Okay. He brings his Kindle anyway, and his sunglasses for the journey, and sticks to his normal Civilian Weaponry-couple’a knives, one pair of brass knuckles tucked into a hidden pocket in his hoodie. Last thing he needs is for someone to pick up a bullet, match it to the Red Hood’s, and come knocking on his door. His luck is bad enough that’s exactly what would happen.
Besides, it’s noon on a Thursday, and even in Gotham that’s a slow hour. Bank robbers gotta eat, too.
The monorail ride there is literal Hell (three fighting couples, two crying kids and old man with no personal spaaaaace!) and he’s literally gasping for air when he stumbles out of the car. He likes people. Honest. If he legitimately hated them all, he wouldn’t risk his life to help them. But interacting with them…he could do without that, mostly.
Whatever. Whatever. It’s over, he lived, he’s had worse.
(And no, he doesn’t hear faint cackling in his head, and that’s final.)
It’s windy today, the type of wind that buffets people every which way and is determined to keep his hood off his head. He fidgets with the drawstrings until it’ll stay and buries his hands in his pockets. Wind sucks. He can feel pollen and dust and Gotham Grime being blown onto his skin.
“Jason!”
Is he there already?
Sheila…looks a lot more haggard than she did before. He tries to remember if she’d mentioned being horribly busy, doesn’t think she did, and figures that to be fair, he hasn’t mentioned the bruise that goes halfway up his back.
She smiles, her awkward driver’s license smile, and waves. Yeah, she doesn’t…it must’ve been a long week, or maybe a rough drive or something. She looks tired.
“Hi.” He’s not sure what to call her, still. Miss Haywood is too disconnected, Sheila’s too personal, and it’s way, way too soon for Mother. Names are a pain. “I’m not late, am I?” He knows he’s not. “Monorail was packed.”
“So was the subway. Can I…?”
Her arms are half-out and he figures she’s asking for a hug. He can do a hug, as long as it’s a short hug.
“Yeah. Thanks for the warning.”
Holy crap, she feels frail. But to be fair, barring Dick’s tackle-hug, everyone’s felt frail since…since. So it could just be him. Hugs are weird now.
(“HUG YOUR DADDY!”)
No. Not today. Everything’s fine.
It’s a sort-of short hug, short enough, anyway, and he wonders, abstractedly, if a day will ever come that he’s used to that sort of thing again. If it even matters whether he does or doesn’t.
It does. Of course it does. And the day will come, in time, and he’ll be better, be normal, be what people want him to be.
Little steps.
* * *
They’ve fallen into a companionable silence and for once Jason’s not jumping whenever someone walks by in a purple sweater or anything when Sheila forces her lips out from between her teeth and says, “I know you were Robin.”
Well. That’s, uh, there’s that out of the way.
“Yeah.” There’s clearly no point in denying it. She probably put it together when Batman came knocking. “For a little while, yeah. I was.” He tastes blood, wonders how long he’s been doing that, and wishes he had gum. Or a mint. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you right off, I just…old habits die hard, I guess.”
“Oh God, no, no, I didn’t mean-” She takes a drink. Her hands are shaking, she’s shaking and he doesn’t know what’s wrong. “I just. I thought I should probably make it clear that I did know, so you wouldn’t…I know I was absent, but I don’t want…you shouldn’t feel like you have to hide things from me.”
Oh. That’s. He doesn’t know what to say. Bruce, God knows, has the emotional capabilities of a Himalayan Salt Lamp. Thankfully Jason hadn’t been the type to go through crushes every two weeks, or he probably would have been in Hell. He certainly wouldn’t have…it’s not like he would have shut down the conversation, but sharing and caring? That would have been awkward and best not repeated. Alfred was the go-to for that sorta thing.
All right, then. Since they’re dropping sudden bombshells ‘n all…he has to know.
“You worked for Joker.” There. It’s out. He said it.
And now he kinda regrets it-the self-loathing on her face is a pretty good match for his own, and he can’t tell himself it’s anything less than deep, deep wishing to have made better choices.
“I did.” She straightens up, begins tearing apart a piece of bread on her plate. “Briefly. I’m not proud, but he had a line to my mother, knew where she lived, knew her schedule…knew.” She swallows hard. “Knew she had to rubber-band her jam jars because she couldn’t open them otherwise. I panicked. But it was only for a couple of months-pills, he wanted pills, as much as I could get him. And then he just…went away. I don’t know what he did with them.”
Honestly, after everything, he can’t…he doesn’t have the right to say much. And honestly? There was that one guy, who accidentally cut the fucker off in traffic and couldn’t get away from him.
And look at him. The first man he killed, that wasn’t…oh, sure, he probably had it coming, at least a little, but Jason wasn’t thinking about that or considering it like he does now, he just…he wanted to kill Bruce. Because that was right and reason at the time even though he knows it’s insanity now.
No, he can’t say much.
“I’m sorry,” he says softly, and it’s suddenly easier to look at his hands. “I didn’t…that sounds awful.”
“No.” She tips his chin up and it’s an effort not to pull away and to remember that it’s fingers, warm human fingers, and not the pointy end of a crowbar against his skin. “You deserved to know. It’s only fair.”
Truth be told, it’s a relief to know that she hadn’t…yeah, technically she could’ve…maybe done something different, but she hadn’t wanted to work for him. She wasn’t like the ones he’d christened Dumb and Dumber that…they enjoyed that kinda work.
Lunch is finished in relative silence after that, though, and he’s wondering what’s going to happen now when she rifles through her purse and swears.
“Damn…I meant to grab an old photo album I wanted to show you, with some old family pictures and things.”
Pictures of Willis? Yeah, he’s good. Pictures of other people might be interesting, though.
“Next time?”
“My apartment’s a few blocks over.”
Something feels off. He’s paranoid, he knows he’s paranoid, but something…she’s been shaky and weird all afternoon and he doesn’t…
Calm the fuck down, you freak out when someone window-shops for too long!
“Is everything…is everything okay?”
Or maybe something is wrong-she pulls a napkin over and there’s suddenly a pen in her hand.
“I really do want you to see these pictures, Jason,” she says, but her hand is moving and there’s the ever-so-faint skrit-skrit of pen on paper. “I swear you got my mother’s eyes.”
The napkin slides over to him and he glances down. Her handwriting’s spikey and awful-doctor writing to the bone-but his is no better and he can read it well enough.
An old colleague has been hanging around the hospital lately.
Oh.
That explains a bit.
“Sure.”
Her shoulders drop and she crumples the napkin, nails picking it into shreds.
“I’m sorry to do this to you,” she says softly, nearly too soft for him to hear, and he’s quick to shake his head.
“No, no, I don’t mind, I’m glad you…if there’s anything I can do to…”
Shit, she looks like she’s going to start crying and that is indeed PANIC in his throat. Tears are not good.
“You’re a good boy.” Her voice is watery but there are no tears to be seen. Thank Jesus. “I promise next time we have lunch it’ll be normal.”
Oh, good, things haven’t plummeted down to fiery Hell because of all the revelations flying around.
“Everything’s gonna be fine,” he says, and whoops that’s his ‘all will be well, citizen, never fear!’ voice. But it must work, because the about-to-cry look disappears. “Um. Do you wanna…it looks like it’s gonna rain, should we get going?”
And so they do.
* * *
The wind has picked up and it smells like rain. He’s not looking forward to patrol later.
The wind’s not so bad, though, to stop Sheila from lighting up with a self-depreciating, “I know I’m a doctor and should know better, but I honestly don’t care.”
“I can’t really say anything.” He holds up his own pack and rattles it before pulling one out. It’s not as calming as it usually is and he doesn’t know why.
Eh. It’s been a long day, that’s all. He’s not used to interacting with people on a personal level anymore, which is his own fault and probably not necessarily a good thing.
The first few drops have started to fall when they arrive at her building-big, square, and simplistic. She fishes out her keys while they’re in the elevator (which smells like new car, for some reason).
The hallway is deserted. It’s a little creepy, to be honest-his own building might be crap, but there’s always activity. And then, of course, there was Arkham’s hallways, or what he could hear of them. Noisy. Always noisy. But this? Wayne Manor was silent like this. It unsettled him then and it unsettles him now. Call him a city boy, whatever, but he needs noise.
The brass knuckles and knives in his jacket are warm and comforting and he knows he’s not gonna need ‘em, but they make up for this creepy-ass silence.
Sheila opens the door and motions him inside. It’s dark inside-blackout curtains, probably-but he can hear the rain. It smells like new car in here, too, and he wonders, off-handedly, why-
-it’s not empty. He’s walked into one too many ‘empty’ buildings to be very, very attuned to the sound of somebody breathing. Okay. Be calm, back out and shut the door.
He’s about to do exactly that when the light switch clicks and bathes the whole place in stark white. White walls, white floors, white furniture.
Which only makes Harley Quinn stick out like a sore thumb in all that red and black.
“BAY-BEE!” She could never hope to match Joker’s grin, but she gives it a good go, stretching her makeup. Okay. Change of plans. Get Sheila out of here (and preferably out of the building), deal with Quinn. “It’s been a whiiiiile!”
He takes in the mallet leaning against the couch and the shotgun (are those fuzzy dice? Really?) in her hands and comes to the conclusion that great, she’s riding the crazy train.
But maybe she hasn’t seen Sheila yet. Where’s that goddamn light switch?
He moves, only a little, only to feel the unmistakable press of a gun against his lower back.
“Don’t. Move.”
And the world drops out from under him.
No. No, no, no, she said she quit, it was over, she said they’d let her go, she said-
The door shuts. He twists so he can still see Quinn in his peripheral. Sheila’s face is a blank mask-no tears, no joy, no nothing. Just quiet determination and he doesn’t understand, she said…
“Mom?” The word feels thick and wrong in his mouth, but maybe…maybe she’s brainwashed or hypnotized or something, maybe she doesn’t…isn’t…
“Sorry, kid.” The words are harsh but her tone isn’t. Quinn giggles in the background but she sounds so far away and Sheila’s still pressing a gun against him. “It was you or me, and, well…it had to be you.”
What?
“Aww, come to mama, baby!” Quinn giggles again before straightening up and scowling. “Now.”
His feet drag him forward, sneakers scuffing against the white carpet an’ Heaven’s s’posed ta be white, innit, so why does this feel like Hell and what’s going on she said she said-
For once horrible, desperate second, he wants Bruce. Bruce wouldn’t…yeah, he’d thought, at first, that he’d left him but he knows that he didn’t, he really didn’t, he just…
Bruce wouldn’t have pulled a gun on him, he wouldn’t and God, if he’d just fucking talked to him-
“I did what you wanted, Quinn.” Sheila’s voice is so, so flat and is this all she wanted from the beginning? Is it? “Now call your man.”
Quinn doesn’t even look at her. She’s looking at Jason like she always did-like she’s torn between wanting to rip his head off and wanting to wrap him in a blanket and keep him.
This is his own goddamn fault, he just thought…just once, just once-
“Quinn!” Desperation now, and the gun wobbles against his hoodie as she steps out from behind him. “I did what you said! Call your man!”
Okay. Okay.
He forces himself to take a few deep breaths that taste like that last cigarette outside and says, voice as steady as he can make it, “Let her go, Harley. Leave her alone, I’ll. I’ll do what you want, just. Just let her go.”
“Aww, look at you!” Her pigtails sway and he finds himself oddly hypnotized by the movement. “I knew ya had to be Robin for a reason.”
Yeah. Yeah, he was Robin and that’s all he’ll ever be, the one that fucked up.
“Please, Harley.”
“Nyeh…” She adjusts her grip on the gun, finger dancing near the trigger, and looks down at her knuckles. “Eeny, meanie, miny, moe, catch a Batman by the toe. If he hollers, let ‘im go, eeny…meanie…miny…moe!”
He sees it before she does it, but there’s no time-he’s moved maybe half a centimeter before the gun goes off-
-and Sheila.
Falls.
His ears are ringing. They’re ringing and everything’s so white except her, all blonde and blue and so fucking red because Harley didn’t miss and if he’d been quicker, he should have been-
“Aww, don’t be sad!” Harley’s not alone, of course she’s not. He should have known from the start stupidstupidstupid. “Doncha know what happens to people who know too much?”
Her eyes are open. They’re open and they’re looking at him like this is his fault and it is if he hadn’t…
S’like Joker said, once.
“Good boys know how to lay down and DIE.”
“Mistah J had a spot for ya, baby.” Huh? “But you up an’ left us before it was time! So since it’s his birthday-” The fucker has no birthday he just appeared one day too evil for Hell. “-I thought I’d get my puddin’ somethin’-” She winks. “Real nice.”
And they’re on him.
Harley’s goons are dumb, but they’re also big and they manage to drag him down for a minute before he gets a knife out of his sleeve and drives it into the nearest jaw.
“Andre!” Yeah, Andre ain’t comin’ back from that any time soon. “I thought we taught you manners!”
He reclaims his knife and scrambles back up and okay okay maybe he can get outta this-
WHAM!
Lights out.
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