#we want them to be happy depsite how fucked up they are

[jack-fruit]

Alright look. As mad as I am about the constant shipbaiting and the way Nandermo as a whole is treated by the cast and writers/directors, I am willing to look past it. I will be okay with Nandermo as a super special bromance with no sex or kissing or whatever. IF

AND ONLY IF.

They actually have the goddamn BALLS to commit to it. Because Nandor's entire arc revolves around being unhappy and lonely as a vampire. He wants companionship, he wants to be loved, he wants someone he can spend his eternal life with. We can already tell Guillermo fills that role, but I want NANDOR to realize that. I want him to fucking. Tell Guillermo. That he is his person. And it can be as platonic and chaste as the showrunners goddamn please as long as it happens. Because anything less would mean none of the character development Nandor underwent in the past 5 seasons would matter.

I'm already not happy with the direction they're going with making Guillermo human, but I can understand it. Guillermo thought being a vampire would solve all his life problems and make him happy, just like Nandor thought traveling would, thought getting married would, thought ANYTHING he's done would make him truly happy. They are two sides of the same fucked up coin, and their arcs are so inherently tied together that they HAVE to stick together. Because anything less would fall flat.

#wwdits #wwdits tv #what we do in the shadows #nandermo #nandor the relentless #guillermo de la cruz #wwdits negative #just in case #im just steaming ab this as a writer #bc to me character arcs and themes are SOSO important #and the writers of this show are obviously more focused on comedy which makes sense #but the reason wwdits resonates as well as it does is bc it can be heartfelt as well as funny #so if they end up giving nandor a new beau or having guillermo leave or whatever #im going to be mad! because we care about these characters #we want them to be happy depsite how fucked up they are #and they clearly need each other to be happy

[kindnessisweakness2]

DELUSIONAL - Part 16

That night Jax didnt go to the opening party for Luann’s new studio. He stayed home right by Delaney’s side and Delaney couldn’t believe it. She must have asked him over 20 times during the movie they were watching if he wanted to go, reassuring him she didnt have a problem with it. After all he did for her today, how could she even think about being mad at him? If it was possible she fell even more in love with him after his outburst. He made VERY clear that she was his woman in a room full of women he could’ve had his pick off. His protectiveness towards her was something Delaney had never experienced before in a relationship, someone actually willing to claim and love her openly. To say it was going to take some getting used to was an understatement. At this point she was convinced no other man could love her like he did. This kind of relationship was something she was definately not used to. It was equal, loving and made her feel more safe than she could put in to words. Jax staying home made a statement. He was siding with his woman, even if Luann’s studio was now part of Club business. Delaney came first. Always.

Lifting her head from his shoulder, Delaney looked up at the man she now called hers. Sitting up fully pulling her legs underneath her, she turned to face him. Furrowing his eyebrows in confusion as Delaney grinned at him. “Ask me again Teller.” Jax’s smile appeared instantly. Taking her hands in his gently, he looked in her beautiful brown eyes and happily said the words that accidentally slipped out that morning. “Will you make me the happiest man alive and Marry me?” Giggling tearfully Delaney nodded her head pulling Jax in for a kiss. “Yes.” She whispered against his lips. Moving to straddle his lap, Delaney deepened the kiss as she tugged on his hair. "God I fucking love you" she gasped as he kissed down her neck. Just as Jax was about to lift her top over her head a harsh knock came at their front door. Looking at eachother confused, jax stopped Delaney as she moved to see who it was. Pushing her behind him, Jax picked his gun from the side table and slowly opened the door. Confusion and worry set on his face as he recognised Wayne and Hale stood on his doorstep. "What's going on?" Jax questioned. Unser looked really uncomfortable as he tried to explain why he was there. "I'm sorry son. I'm gonna have to take Delaney down the station." Shock settled over the couple, as Unser started to explain. “There was a report filed. Some kind of altercation at Luann’s studio this afternoon. I have to follow up Jax I’m Sorry. The damn feds are still stinking up my station since the warehouse blast last month.” Hale eyed Jax suspiciously. “Conveniently no leads on that either. Either of you ever heard of a Blue Bird Supply company? Had more guns in that warehouse than we have in the damn station. That blast could’ve blew up the whole damn town.” Rolling his eyes, a now pissed off Jaxon crossed his arms over his broad chest and sighed loudly. “Look Hale im not interested in your failed Detective work. You got no leads, thats not my problem. Maybe instead of using your energy to pin bullshit charges on my club, start doing your job. Protect the town, Officer.” Hale’s face twisted at the obvious sarcasm from the VP, but before he could respond, Delaney spoke up. “Ill go. Just don’t Hand cuff me. I-I cant have them on.” Anxiety flooded her as she eyed the Handcuffs on both Wayne and Davids belts. Having those around her wrists. Having anything tying her down would send her backwards. She wouldnt be able to handle it. Wayne knowing the situation happily agreed, depsite Hales protests. “Ill give you a minute to get yourself together sweetheart.” Delaney turned to Jax as they both headed to the car. “Happy moment ruined aye?” Smiling awkwardly, she pulled on one of Jax’s hoodies. “Im sorry baby.” Cupping her face, Jax gently pressed a kiss to her lips. “Ill follow you to the station. i’ll be right outside the whole time.” Nodding her head, Delaney kissed him once more before wiping her eyes and heading to the Police car. God, she hoped Wayne could swing it and that this would be over quick.

Unfortunately for Delaney, 5 hours passed and she was still in the Charming Police Department Cells. It was early hours of the morning and she was exhausted. Sleep would not take over her as she lay on the plastic matress. Why the fuck was she still here? At this point she knew it wasnt just the fight she had with Ima. It had to be something else. And just as she was racking her brain trying to think what the hell the reason for her being kept here was, Hale came down the hallway calling her name. Groaning Delaney pulled herself up from the bed. Just the sight of him irritated her. “Am i being released yet?” David shook his head and smiled sarcastically at her. “Unfortunately not. You’re wanted for interview.” Delaney followed him back down the hallway and into one of the small interview rooms. There was already a woman sat at the metal table and instantly Delaney knew she was a fed. She smiled as she took the seat across from her, she already knew where this was going. “Delaney Louise Carter. Aged 23. Originally from England but moved out here with Fiance Alex Ried due to his Job promotion. Currently works as an administrator for Teller Morrow Automotive but sidelines as a Bartender for Son’s of Anarchy events. Very Very close with Jaxon Teller. I wonder how your Fiance takes to that? Does he know you were found at Mr Teller’s adress tonight?” Delaney giggled and leaned forward to rest her hands on the table. “Well.You sure know alot of information about me. And i dont even know your name! Shouldn’t you introduce yourself Agent? Does the federal government not teach you manners in your training or were you just not raised with any?” Delaney raised her eyebrows in question and waited. “Well arent you just spunky? Agent Stahl.”  Delaney nodded and leaned back in the chair. “Right so let me guess you’ve kept me here most of the night because you think i know something about Samcro. Not all of your information is correct Agent. Maybe you should do your job abit better. Im Jax Teller’s fiance. And i may be from England and not 100% on your laws but i know for a fact you cant testify against someone your marrying. Not that i ever would rat on the man i love and our family.” Grinning wide at the shock that washed over Agent Stahl’s face Delaney continued. “I know one thing though. You doing this. Making Unser pick me up on this bullshit charge to keep me here and make me sweat, has made it exceptionally clear that you have nothing. And oh dear oh dear Agent. You’ve showed your hand, for nothing. You’ve failed. So this is how it’s going to go. I accept the charges of beating the shit out of little miss Porn Princess. I accept that im now banned from Luann’s studio. Not that i particularly want to go there anyway. You have nothing to hold me here, so im gonna go. Enjoy your evening Agent.” Standing up from the table, Delaney made her way to the door. Just as she was about to leave Agent Stahl’s voice stopped her in her tracks. “Y’know i forgot to mention, Alex Ried was reported missing about a week ago by his mother. She made a very worried police call all the way from England to say she hadnt heard from her son in over a month. I find it very strange his Fiance didnt report him missing. What happened? Teller bump him off so you two could finally be together. No sneaking around. Maybe after I tear apart that white trash club, i should start digging into Alex’s disappearance. Find me a body.” Delaney turned her head to face the smirking woman. “Alex Ried is nothing but a woman beating asshole. When you find him let me know. I have a score to settle. Maybe when im done youll have your body.” Without waiting for her response, Delaney stormed her way through the station, her heart pounding and her head filled with anger. 

Relief washed over her as she saw every member of Samcro waiting outside the station by their bikes. Even Gemma was sitting on Clay’s bike talking to a worried looking Jax. At the sound of the slamming door, everyone turned to face her. Not even waiting a second Delaney ran down the steps of the Police station and straight into Jax’s arms. Holding him tightly as she buried her head into his neck, She couldnt help the tears that welled in her eyes. She was angry, upset but relieved all in one. Overwhelmed. “It wasnt just about the fight.” Delaney spoke as she pulled back from Jax. Looking at Unser who was stood near Clay and Gemma, Delaney shook her head. “Thanks for the heads up about Mrs ATF. Real help there Wayne.” The police chief very quickly became red under Delaney’s death glare. “What happened?” Clay questioned, impatient for information. Delaney rolled her eyes and turned back to Jax. “Not here.” Nodding his head, Jax told everyone to meet at the clubhouse. It was the only safe place they could talk. “You too Chief.” Demanded Gemma. 

As Delaney slid behind Jax on his Harley she caught Agent Stahl staring at them through the glass door of the station. So Delaney did the one thing she had been dying to do since meeting the uptight bitch. Sticking up her middle finger, she mouthed the words GO FUCK YOURSELF, as everyone made their way out of the station car park. 

Delaney knew one thing. This ATF bitch was trouble. 

#Jax Teller #jax teller imagine #jax teller x reader #jax teller x oc #sons of anarchy #soa fanfiction #soa imagine

[silentexplosive-diary]

2/13

So the last time I posted was the 4th, and honestly, so much has happened and also absolutely nothing has happened at the same time. I haven't had time to come here and rant about it, but I've been sitting on this in my brain for a few days now.

Today is Tuesday, the day before Valentine's Day. My partner and I got into a little fight on Saturday, our first fight actually. We're fine now, but I'm just going to summarize it for context.

So my partner was fired from their job a few weeks ago and spent a week looking for jobs and applying before they got hired. Turns out, they're now working as a solicitor and making commission instead of salary, so it's not a very stable job. I thought from the start that it was shady, but I did my best to be supportive and just keep my negative views to myself, as I always do in any given situation. My partner throughout the week would give me updates on how their day went, and someday last week, they had the cops called on them twice and a gun pulled out on them. They're fine, but was a little shaken up due to having PTSD from being in the military.

That was kind of the last straw for me with this job. Then came Saturday night, when they're supposed to come over to my place and spend the night so we can spend Sunday together when we're both off. I usually cook us dinner and we just hang out and spend time together.

They warned me beforehand that they were going to be late, but gave me no specific time. I texted around 5, they said they were still going to be late. I texted again around 7:30, they're still out there knocking on doors. By this point, I've talked to my mom who I live with about what I should do and if I even wanted them over anymore, and I've texted my best friend about it to try and sort out my feelings about this. I end up texting my partner that maybe they should just go home since it's so late and my dinner plans were ruined at this point (since dinner was going to take over an hour to make), and after two more hours, my partner texts me that they're just up the street.

They make it to my house around 10pm, and they can see that I'm clearly not happy. After getting them inside and locking back up, I start to talk to them and explain why I'm not happy, the main reason being that it's dangerous to be out and knocking on stranger's doors to sell shit at fucking night. I then said I wanted them to look at other jobs since this one was shady, and I pointed out details about why they're shady that I won't disclose here, and my partner heard me out, and apologized, which honestly shocked me.

This brings me to the thoughts I've been having for the past few days since we made up and are good now.

They listened to me. They apologized, more than once. And I mean an actual apology, not just a half-assed sorry. They promised to do better so I wouldn't worry or be stressed out, and I felt that they meant it. I'm not used to that.

It's no secret that I was in an abusive relationship about a year or so before my current one. My ex was a cheater and a liar all around, and I was too blinded by what I thought was love to see it. They used me to cheat and I just saw it as affection, then they cheated on me and I didn't find out until we were over. They would lose their temper and blame me, depsite taking it out on me, and their "apologies" were always manipulative as fuck. Always "I'm just a horrible person and you deserve better," or "I don't know what you want from me, everyone expects things of me."

So to now have a partner that actually listens and wants to do better? It's crazy to realize it. I was standing there in front of them, listening to them apologize properly and tell me how they were going to do better for me because they want a life with me, and I was immediately back to telling myself that it was a lie, because all previous apologies I was used to were lies. I had to convince myself to trust my current partner and remind myself that they are not my ex. These are two very different people.

So, yeah. That's what's been circling my head the past few days. Might tell my partner about it when they're back this afternoon. Who knows.

#dear diary #diary #diary entry #journal #journaling #writing #digital diary #tumblr diary #self worth #therapy #tw abuse

[mourninglamby]

I've always wanted to ask this question

If you could retcon ghostburs character what would you do?

..........no.

This is tricky to talk about because i'm gonna end up repeating the stuff i mentioned in a previous post but I'll try and keep it paraphrased at least.

(to preface this i want to say im not accusing wilbur of anything, i know he's not a professional screenwriter. im only analyzing and critiquing this based on how nuanced his understanding of these topics seemed to be up until recently.)

ghostbur started out fine. At first he manifested as the culmination of wilbur's fondest memories, which on the surface seemed fine and merely melancholic, but later is proven to be much darker and subjective when we learn he remembers his death along with other upsetting things as something happy and celebrated. The most important thing to note here is ghostbur isn't necessarily his happiest memories, ghostbur is the personification of what wilbur viewed as weakness.

His talk with quackity during the elections arc is indicative of this. That's why ghostbur is tragic, and why he works so well as a metaphor for the effects of mental illness and suicide. This is strengthened by those downright bone chilling subtle nods to wilburs mental stability when he was alive, where ghostbur confirms he would cry often, and was morbidly depressed (can't find the source, but it's a clip of him comparing himself to neurotic artists, which in and of itself is sooo fucking cool and poetic given wilburs character having theater and musical motifs).

With that background out of the way, ghostbur, to me, started out as a chilling reminder for how your mental health can not only affect your life, but the people's around you. There's a reason he rarely streamed his perspective. It was about seeing those repercussions for the literal and figurative hole he left behind.

When someone dies, when someone chooses to leave, it's a ripple effect. Wilbur left in such a gruesome, violent way, and with no explanation or even a note. It's hard for me to not be sympathetic when I myself struggle with feelings of hopelessness and self destructive tendencies, but that sympathy has it's limits when you recognize wilburs refusal to see reason or get help. I'm not saying this wasnt without environmental/situational factors, but that's still no excuse for his treatment of tommy (who switched roles with wilbur as the level headed parental figure depsite being 16), and later the entire country he created. This is why november 16th as a metaphor for the effects of suicide makes perfect sense to me, ending with (again, literal. the metaphor isn't hard to identify) explosive consequences for a seemingly necessary action.

Ghostbur, being wilbur, seeing this ripple effect, perceiving the hurt he caused not just by blowing up the country, but by leaving them, was really where i thought this story was going to go. the scene where he revisits pogtopia was haunting and fit his character arc (at the time) perfectly. It conveyed to the audience that just because you arent physically there, you leave things behind. You leave people, places, and feelings that will forever be affected by your absence. I would have had no issue if this is how ghostbur continued, and even if there were no advancements in how much these impact him, id still be happy, since dream revived him in a way that we're supposed to believe was prematurely. to me, ghostburs perfect natural ending would be to understand he hurt people, realize he was loved and that he only hurt himself, and then pass on, giving his loved ones who he saw semblance of reconciliation with a proper goodbye.

(i do want to say while i do have issues with how wilbur was revived, i think this metaphor could have continued without much confusion if wilbur merged with his ghost, and slowly started unveiling ghostburs memories of progress and emotional recovery, leading him to eventually realize recovery is possible and kickstart his redemption arc in a much more meaningful, literal way. but thats my own personal daydream.)

But here we have the issue with the execution of the character. I have absolutely 0 fucking idea why wilbur The Writer decided to turn a painfully raw, beautiful metaphor for suicide/mental illness into a woobified softboy baby. Not only does that make me feel like everything interesting about ghostbur is suddenly called into question, but if he is supposed to be detached completely from wilbur, then we fall back into the trope of needlessly demonizing mentally ill people, completely erasing any sympathy and clarity we would have had for wilbur posthumously. it threatens the validity and impact of anything he fucking said about "himself" back when he was alive. not to mention is it kinda uncomfortable to make the dead character seem happiest when he's dead, playing back into unsavory rhetoric about recovery.

What I'm trying to say is, from a thematic standpoint, it is completely useless. making ghostbur his own separate entity that has no association with wilbur ruins any nuance wilburs violent, deeply upsetting death had. If ghostbur is separate from wilbur, we have no frame of reference to how wilbur actually felt during l'manburg times, the elections, pogtopia, his suicide, NONE OF IT. So his death is added to the pile of characters that serve as a reminder to mentally ill people that is doesnt get better, you're only going to get worse, and then you'll die. Ghostbur was the reason why wilburs inital death became so poignant, and why the message is profound.

Im ending this by saying yes im aware not all mentally ill people are just good people with a scapegoat diagnosis for every bad thing you do. You can still be a bad person. What I'm saying is that this is an oversaturated, potentially dangerous message. (I once again have to link my favorite video about this subject, and i really really REALLY hope you watch it if you want to understand my frustration more and are understandably annoyed with my batshit insane thought process.) If that's the only consistent ending for stories like this, then that perpetuates the idea that there is no hope for recovery for mentally ill people, and the best option is to die.

So no, I don't want to retcon ghostbur. I want to retcon his most recent writing.

(i want to add that sometimes i fear that the smp members just straight up dont understand each others characters, and usually that translates into their characters interactions, but right now, if that's whats happening with ghostbur and why he’s being treated like a separate character, I think i made it abundantly clear that this is a HUGE DETRIMENTTTT. ok bye)

#not tagging this lmfao #im gonna get yelled at so bad i can tell but ghostbur is the one topic i feel most confident abt #save #important

[thefanbasewhore]

OUR GIRL.

Summary || Mob leaders Steve and Bucky are closer then what people think and they don't like when people stare at their girl, especially a meeting in their own home.

Warning/content || Bucky and Steve, poly relationship, fluff, implied smut, mob au, mafia au

Paring || Bucky x reader x Steve

It's always assumed to be rumors.

That Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers, the men who own the most notorious and gruesome mafia are in fact more then just business partners. Just the thought alone of two powerful, equally dangerous men, would never work. Too strong willed and determined, one always wanting more power, asserting dominance but that wasn't the case.

Steve and Bucky had loved each other since they were kids - best friends since birth, Steve's father took care of the business, pretty much owned the whole state of New York City and even currently after his death, Steve has managed to keep it that way. And just like his father, a Barnes being his right hand man, but it was much more then that.

Then they met you, a sweet girl, filled with laugher and happiness, something they have been desperately been needing in their life. Where they work too long, you're there to remind them they're human, to eat, to sleep. When they're enraged, about to act of feelings, you're there to remind them it's only temporary, it will pass.

Business is good as ever but now instead of the drug trade, stealing and laundrying, they have decided to start a business - the goal to be one hundred percent legitimate by two years but of course some things always get in the way.

Like the fact no one can seem to do their job and their employees always seem to have sticky fingers. A huge financial loss, one that can set their planalmost a whole year behind.

Bucky sits up straight, shoulder to shoulder with Steve as he flips the data sheet over with equally displeased scowls. Bucky's the first one to look up, steel blue eyes darkening as long table of men nearly shake. "How did this happen? When we hired all fifteen of you, it was to make sure we don't loose any fucking money."

"Sorry sir, we just assumed -."

"Shut up." Steve huffs as he brings his hand up to rub his beard, leaning into the table with an elbow. "You're going to get that money back or else, I'm not paying with you fucking idiots no more. It's my money, you lost it, you go find it."

A calloused but soft hand reaches into Steve's light hair, he lets out an a hum of acknowledgment and leans into Bucky's touch. The men around them freeze but they don't seem to care; agreeing to not hide it anymore.

Bucky's concerned eyes leave the sight of his boyfriend but narrows at the wide eyed men. "Is there a problem?"

"N-No, not at all sir."

"Good." Steve claps his hands, "Tell us exactly what happened last night, not one detail left out."

Meanwhile the sun shins brightly through the slits of white curtains, adorming and glistening from the lotion on your skin. The white searing light makes you wince, claiming it's too bright, unknown that no one is listening.

"Steve, stop opening the curtains, close them!" He's always the first one up, opens all the curtains in hopes that you and Bucky will take up; you never do. There's no answer, squeezing your eyes in annoyance as you reach over to tap Bucky, he'd close them even though he wasn't much of a morning person like yourself.

"Buck -." But no one is there, the bed incredibly cold, depsite the size of the bed, it feels so small without them.

You hiss at the contact between the cold, morning floor and your feet through the bedroom and into the hall, where you found yourself jumping from area to area rug in the ridiculously long hall way.

Decending the stairs and heading right towards the direction of their home office, it had to be something work related to pull your boys away, if they left they would have woken you up to tell you.

The moment you open the large, double doors you're greeted with seventeen pairs of eyes, two pairs being got of your boyfriend's. Clearly displeased with the intrusion.

To start, they try to keep you away from the business as much a possible, sparing any details and keeping it short. You're aware of who b they are, what they do but they're trying to change.

You're completely oblivious to the fact that you stand just and only a thin white shirt, no doubt Bucky's from the night before and a very small pair of cheeky black underwear, which showed through the translucent white.

“Pretty girl, go back up stairs ya?” Steve bites his inner cheek. The crowd does a double take, eyes widening as they realize his words - were you his too?

"We'll be up in twenty minutes, keep the bed warm. Put some pants on." Bucky's words confirm it - you're both of theirs.

In an instant your cheeks are on fire, flushing at the realization you're pretty much naked. Frozen in embarrassment.

Bucky and Steve's eyes along the crowd of men, daring any of them too look again but no one has a death wish today.

“I was hungry, I’m sorry I didn’t know you had a meeting, was wondering where you went." Bucky reaches over, pressing his lips into your hand, mumbling against it. "Wait it the kitchen for us - won't be long and put some freaking pants on."

The moment you leave, Steve clears his throat. "Get me my money back, I don't care what you have to do. And bring that jerk-off to me, teach him something about stealing money."

"Are we understood?" Bucky adds. "Now go, we have other business to attend to."

**

You don't miss the way the men tip their hats to you, respectfully and not for too long as the exit the house. A gentle hand cups your hip, chest pressing against your back to sandwich you between them and the counter top. Steve's lips find your cheek, trail to your ear. "Hi honey."

Cheeks blazing hot as Bucky's gaze catches your attention, a sly smirk that makes you pout. "You know, next time a warning or a note would be nice."

"Was," Steve's lips press against your temple, "No," now to your hair, "Time."

"Okay sweetheart," Buck huffs, "Quit hogging her up, cmere, give me my morning kiss doll."

A smile curls at the ends of your lips, legs still naked despite his warnings but trail over to kiss him. With one small kiss his other hand reaches out for his other lover, "Steve - sweetheart, come here. Wanna kiss babe."

Bucky pulls you into lap with a lady grin, hands falling to cup your rear. "Next time, put some pants on."

"I dunno, maybe." You tease him, sticking your tongue out only for him to tap his finger against it.

"Brat."

"Mmm, never have to wear pants around me." Steve comments finally joining the two of you with a teasing smirk. "Like ever, ever again."

#mob stucky #mob bucky #mob steve #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes x reader #steve rogers imagine #steve rogers x reader #steve rogers

[god1ngs]

━‎ forever unfinished [ii]

synopsis; you can never escape wilbur, can you?

contains; exile arc spoilers, swearing, angst

ghostbur / reader, 926 wc

note; ghostbur my beloved :(

masterlist ; part one

you were content by yourself on the island. it was cozy, the whispers of the swaying trees accompanying you. you were alone, yet you did not mind. ever since wilbur, ever since he blew up l'manberg and left you behind, you had swore off anything to do with countries. they don't matter, alliances or enemies or cities or countries ─ you didn't want to be near any of it.

you had left everything behind, and so far you haven't regret it.

it was one sunny afternoon, a long while after the explosion at l'manberg, where people came to the island you had inhabited. you didn't even expect it. you were in the forest, getting some flowers for extra decoration when you heard voices. you could only make out a few sentences.

"we're gonna be okay!"

"we're not gonna be fuckin' okay!"

the first voice was one you've never heard before, but the second one was unmistakably your old comrade. what was tommy doing here? you peeked out from your place behind the tall trees, confused as to what was happening. did they know you lived here? surely not, you don't remember telling anyone where you were going.

there were three people in the dirt shack right there, however you could only tell who two of them were by their voices ─ tommy and dream. whatever was happening couldn't be good if those two were around each other. tommy's swears interrupted your thoughts, fiercely cussing out the green man. his screaming disturbed the peaceful aura, and yet you couldn't find yourself being upset about it.

you watched as dream left, saying his goodbyes before he went away on his boat. did he just leave tommy and the mystery person here? you were bewildered, stumped on what was happening. all your thoughts fled once the two left on the island walked out of their dirt house however.

your blood ran cold at the sight of the man with tommy. your wilbur, the one who meant the world to you. how was he here? but he looked different. his skin was more dull, and he was wearing yellow instead of his regular dark trenchcoat. was this wilbur, or a fake maybe?

you didn't know, but the wilbur lookalike made you panic.

without thinking, you ran from the forest to your small cottage. you could hear tommy yelling at you, even if he didn't know who you were. you had left him without a word, there was no doubt he was going to be upset. and wilbur. oh god, what was wilbur going to think? you felt nauseous at the idea, locking the door behind you.

"oi! whoever you are, you better come the fuck out!" tommy shouted, aggressive as always. you would be smiling at the familiar attitude if it weren't such a high panic situation. "don't be mean, tommy, we don't know who this is." wilbur advised, his voice softer and more innocent than the last time you heard him.

"tommy!" you had finally yelled, tired of the banging on your door. he would break the wood if you let him continue. "stop banging on my door!" you had opened it, despite the endless uneasy thoughts shouting at you to run. the blond stood there in shock, eyes wide as he took a step back. "you- you're- how- no wait," he recollected himself for a moment, staring at you in shock.

"do i know them tommy?" wilbur whispered to tommy, although he didn't do a good job at being quiet. there was no way this was wilbur, he never acted like this. "so this is where you went? you left me with no fucking trace! you didn't tell me where you were going!" he yelled at you, betrayal evident on his features.

"i know, and i'm sorry. i just.. i couldn't live there after what wilbur did, tommy. i'm sorry, i should've told you what i was doing." you owned up to your mistake, frowning as you explained what was happening. he was listening, yet couldn't find it in himself to forgive you just yet.

"i wanted to ask, by the way," you said, clearing your throat as you looked at the man next to tommy. "is this.. wilbur?" tommy glanced at him, sighing as he shook his head. "i'm ghostbur! did you know alivebur?" he asked, tilting his head with a curious look. you nodded, not willing to gove any more details.

"we're on tour right now!" ghostbur said once more, smiling. "no, i got fucking exiled." tommy cut him off, brows furrowed with a pained look on his face. "exiled? tommy, why were you exiled?" you asked, even more confused than you previously were.

"tubbo fuckin' exiled me! my own friend! can you believe that, [name]? and then dream stole all our shit!" tommy fumed, hurt and angry. you frowned, looking back into your house. "you two can stay with me, if you want. i have extra supplies i can give you, and i can try to talk to everyone in l'manberg, if you want."

"you would do that for us?" the blond asked, hope glinting in his eyes for the first time since you've seen him. "yeah, if you would like." the two came inside, you giving them supplies and food. you were somewhat happy, despite the situation at hand.

ghostbur reminded you so much of wilbur though. the way he looked, depsite being more dull, haunted you. his memories would always be there.

wilbur was dead, but it seems he's come to haunt you for longer.

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Prince of Wishful Thinking (Tom Retrospective): Tough Love or The True Monster

Hello all you happy people and welcome back to Prince of Wishful Thinking, what is usually my look at the life and times of Tom Lucitor but since I NEED to cover the season 3 finale as vital part of Tom’s story, we’re taking one last look at the tragic tale of Meteora Butterfly before the finale sends these two stories hurtling together. You’d THINK this would be the last detour of this already sizeable arc.. and you’d be wrong as i’ll also be covering Kelly’s World, as I feel it’s vital for both “Curse of the Blood Moon” and “A Boy and his hard to remember title”, as it provides extra context for Marco’s anguish in the former.. and provides extra evidence for why a CERTAIN MOMENT in the latter pisses me off to no end.. seriously even when as universe dies and the only people left are Frankllin Richards and Galactus, there will still be a little note reading “Fuck how they treated Kelly” written in all caps so Galactus remembers to yell it. 

So sadly that DOES mean it’s been three entries in this retrospective in a row that either haven’t feature Tom at all or in the case of the last episode only had him in short cameos. I mean we did get his love affair for pie but we also got a creepy goblin man forcing his girlfriend and best friend to kiss each other, his best friend being WAY to eager to jump to that conclusion, and neither considering using Marco’s Scissors because the writers only remember he has those half the time in Season 3... and clearly I ddn’t either as I forgot to mention that plot hole, something @jess-the-vampire​ brought up to me. Sadly I DID forget to consult on this when we talked earlier this week , and she’s not online as I write this so I won’t have her insight for this one. 

But if you want some Tom content, i’m happy to share my crossover ship for the boy with you. I’ve been shipping him with Octavia from Helluva Boss lately.  Because of course it’s Helluva Boss, i’ve not been at all subtle with my obession with it and much like Letterkenny, X-Men and Dragon Ball Z Abriged it is a love I never plan to be subtle about. 

But I just think they compliment each other well: They have contrasting atittudes, and tastes in music, but seem like they’d share hobbies. Like taxidermy.. I could see Tom buying this... demonic combination of a badger, a skunk, a deer and my nightmares Octavia is preciously holding up.

Granted I also feel tom would both animate them with their dead souls.. and then use his new woodland friends of the dammned as a chorus to sing “Can You Picture That” from the Muppet Movie, because that’s what my mind does on a regular day. I think the contrasting attitude creates great chemstiry and it made me also realize I have a thing for ships with directly contrasting home lives.  Tom has two loving decent parents who deeply love one another and at worst simply didn’t reign in his worse behavior because it was standard for demon stuff. Octavia in contrast simply has two parents, one who DOES love her and tries his best, but his best includes calling his side piece “My big dicked blitzy” right in front of her and hiring said side piece to guard them, and her mother who clearly thinks so little of her daughter’s emotional well being she hired a cowboy to shoot her daddy dead in the middle of a large crowd. The point is I think they’d be adorable and they both badly need to be happy after being emotionally fucked over by people they care about. 

But  alas my new ship will have to wait as we marginally important things to get down too.. things that will impact both this season and the next’s endgame and utterly destroy Eclipsa and Moon’s relationship for good. Sound fun? Well if so join me under the cut won’t you?

We open in the Pidgeon Kingdom.. and things aren’t exactly great.. and by that I mean Meteora stomped a hole through it and ravaged the place and Rich demands blood.. and vengance.. and possibly blood vengance. But not Tekken Blood Vengance.. he already has like 5 copies of that on dvd. Still needs it on Blu Ray though, hook him up if you got it. 

So Moon and Eclipsa are trying to smooth this over/find out which way did she go George which way did she go, and are angrily dismissed after they try Rich’s patience, not helped by Eclipsa not being familiar with the Pidgeon Kingdom because they hadn’t slaughtered everyone who used to live there yet. Look that’s what happened, Star outright mentions in the Big Book of Spells that htey suddenly sprung up where another kingdom was and no one knows what happens. There was some bird murders up in that place.. or birdur if you will. Some birds drank some human blood. This is what Alfred Hitchock tried to warn us about with his film built on horrifying actress abuse. 

The point is with some more pidgeon-led murder stabbings on the cards our heroines are trying to find her since their attempts to convince Rich not to go on an Archer Style Rampage fell on deaf ears. 

But it’s clear from the second the two are alone both have diffrent priorties: Eclipsa desperatley wants to find the daughter she lost and talk her down from what sh’es become, help her become better and hopefuly heal from the pain she’s been in. She’s lost her husband, her kingdom and centuries. She can’t loose her baby girl too.

Moon on the other hand... clearly has no intrest in helping Meteora or stopping this peacefully. Her first thought is stopping Meteora. Her living through it is not necessary. It’s also clear her racisim isn’t REMOTELY gone depsite Buff Frog and Star’s best attempts and despite learning just how deeply and horribly Mewni’s engrained racism has hurt eclipsa and destoryed Moon’s own family history. To Moon this is just a big monster to fight.. i’ll dive into this more in a bit.

For now our heroines encounter an angry mob. This time their not here for Homer Simpson, but for Meteora as her rampages have destroyd their towns, livelehoods and given some weird guy a hat. It’s the best bit of the episode and i’m embarassed I forgot it happened. 

So with them being no help our queens back out but end up finding some actual help: Eddie! You know the guy from the episode I skipped over... River’s cousin or something like that. He dosen’t have a wiki entry, I do not know why. He’s voiced by Rhys Dharby of Flight of the Conchords Fame whose since made quite the career as a voice actor. No major roles yet that i’m aware of, but a lot of delightful minor ones like this. It’s good to see him he was one of the highlights of that show and not just because he sang this..

Eddie showed up in the Bog Beast of Boggabah and I honestly forgot he was in this episode.. but again, it’s Rhys Dharby. It’s not like suddenly finding out “Aw god dammit Pauly Shore is in this”. So Eddie agrees to help as he’s been tracknig Meteora.. and we find out something troubling: Meteora is getting BIGGER. Gradually, to the point the bog from said episode Is skipped over is drained because she DRANK IT. We also get a great exchange “I’d hate to see the size of her mother” “Actually her father more than helped with that”

Awwwww.... seriously Esme Blanco is a national treasure and has some great deliveries in this one.. and some heartbreaking ones. But before we can get to that it turns out Meteora sucked the powers out of Eddies family.. who he misses..e xcept one guy> That guy can fuck right off. Seriously Eddie is also a national treasure and I wish he’d shown up in season 4. I mean he couldn’t of HURT it. For one it’s Rhys Dharby and for another that season shot itself in the face, both feet, the groin and then the face again enough that I don’t think anything could hurt it as bad as the writers already did. 

But sadly we say farwell to Eddie as he goes out how men have since the begining of time.. deciding to poke a strange creature till it murdered him. Or took his soul out in this case, speaking of which...

Yeah while I couldn’t get Jess in time for this review, she did bring this up in the past: Meteora’s ablility to pull a 

Comes right the fuck out of nowhere with no build up and no explination for it. She DID drain personalites and according to this episode youth.. but that was with a big ole machine. It MIGHT have been intended to be one of Globgor’s powers.. but that makes zero sense, as if he COULD do that, as we saw with Toffee last season when he had that power, also out of nowhere but at least it made a touch more sense given his power was draining magical energy anyway at the time, so adding souls to that isn’t a huge stretch, but as we saw that would’ve been game over for the comission, especially since we DO see him fighting them one on three next season. If he had this power, he wouldn’t be in crystal and I think they realized that, but just tried to act as if his daugther COULDN’T do that and assumed everyone would casually forget. And I get not accounting for me writing about this years later, even I wouldn’t of thought that, but not counting on fans both young and old to latch onto a continuity error? Have you met fandoms Disney, have you? It dosen’t bring the story down entirely and I get WHY ti’s there, so she can nonlethally kill people so we’re not down most of the cast for Season 4, but it feels like an easy win button and one she barely uses despite it being eye beam activated. It should be easy enough to pull, boom, soul suck, win, rinse and repeat. It’s okay to have uber powerful tequniques but they have to have a drawback. For instance the Kaioken from DBZ. It’s a really damn cool technique that gives the user a neat red aura and amplifies poewr.. but the more you amplify the more strain it puts on your body and the more likely you’ll die, and Super later creatively explained why it hadn’t been used since Super Sayian was introduced because said form would’ve sped it up so much it’d be too much for a body to take. Here whie Meteora dosen’t use it in EVERY fight, she uses it enough that it makes no sense this isn’t just her first move for every fight she gets into, mental breakdown or not. 

That being said Meteora’s current mental state as she talks to her mother, having regressed to talking in only a few words and acting like a child, makes perfect sense. Henious already wasn’t in great mental shape to begin with, having a slow sustained breakdown since Marco overthrew her. and now on top of this she remembers her whole life has been a lie, starts to mutate into her natural state at a rapid and likely unehalthy pace, and then finds out on top of all of this Mewni is rightfully owed to her. Given she ended last episode blowing a guy up for rejecting her, it’s not a stretch that given even more power and no time to process anything, Metora would deteroate further. 

Esme and Jessica really knock this scene out of the park as Eclipsa presents Metora with her old doll Bobo and gently trying ot talk to her.. but you also get the fear Eclipsa feels as she tries to awkardly manuver around the fact her daughter is far more unhinged than she was prepared for, even threanting Eclipsa simply because Eclipsa wanted to be called mother instead of mommy. But despite this fear.. Eclipsa wants to help and Walter beautifuly captured metoera as a hulk like tragic figure:a being with low sanity and too much power desperate to be loved by the one person it cares about. And it makes it even more heartbreaking as Eclipsa explains what happened: bad people trapped her , a disfunctoinal society with a racist queen and even more racist subjects has taken hold in her absence... and it’s clear both want opposite things: Meteora wants what sh’es owed, her family back on the throne and Mewni back in her graps, but has lost herself so much to rage, anger and insanity she can’t see it’s not hers to take, while Eclipsa.. just wants her daughter back. She’d be happy just settling down with her and having a LIFE after hers was taken away. Eclipsa just wants a chance to be with what family she has left. It just HURTS to know that despite RIGHTFULLY hating the comission, despite having eveyr reason to take the crown from Moon by force and make the world better by force.. she dosen’t want that. She just wants some peace. It’s selfish... but it’s hard not to be when you havealmost nothing to hold onto. Eclipsa has lost her legacy, her husband and her crown... Meteora is all she has and all she wants and sh’ed of been happy if she just accepted that. If that was enough. 

But the real telling part, and the thing that ultimately makes this go as bad as it does.. is Moon’s reactions to all of this. Sh’es CONFUSED by Meteora having a toy as if that’s foreign to her a monster would, and she’s cleaerly livid , if restrianing it, at both Meteora’s deire for the crown and Eclipsa RIGHTFULLY calling out the state of how things are, and mildly at that. Despite seeing how much damage Mewni’s inherent racisim has done, how it lead to her living a lie, ruined Eclipss, Globgore and Metora’s lives, despite how DESPERTLY her daughter struggles to fight against it, despite seeing firsthand that Monsters can have famiies and lives... she can’t let it go. She can’t see monsters as people. SHe dosen’t see a flawed person who was turned into a metpohrical monster by years of brainwashing and abuse and is slowly unravling under the weight of her true self.. she just sees a threat to her kingdom. She dosen’t see her kingdom as racist, just as it should be. And she dosen’t see herself as stepping down like hse damn well should’ve the MOMENT she found out everything. Because at her heart Moon can’t accept the truth and clings to her racisim. 

And that my friends.. is what ultimately leads to Tragedy. Not Meteora’s unraveling mental state, not Eclipsa’s naitvite. What happens next is ENITRELY Moon’s fault. Whle Eclipsa was failing to get through to Metora, she was trying her best and might of gotten somewhere.. but Moon was already settling to attack.. and does so, making it look like Eclipsa set her own child up. 

A fight ensues, a suprisingly even one... but Eclipsa breaks it up and PROVES her way could’ve worked. In one of Esme’s best performances sshe tearfully tells her daughter she loves her.. that ALL she wants is time with her to make up for what she’s lost.. she dosen’t need a kingdom or her crown or her wand, all things she DESERVES... she just wants her daughter. She just wants to help her baby girl before she goes so far down this path of hatred and vengance she’s alreayd well trod upon there is no point to return to. 

It gets through to Meteora, makes her stop... and Moon TAKES ADANTAGE OF THAT. She then restrains metoera with a magical rock barrier and starts palpatineing her to death. It’s a horrifying moment that ultimately shows who Moon really is.. that when given the chance to let Meteora go, let her CHANGE and grow as a person and help the kingdom.. she instead tries to kill her. When she’s no longer a threat,  hasn’t seriously hurt her in their fight, and could use her power to RESTORE the damage she’s done, fix what she’s broken and help the kingdom grow and mend the bridges racisim has torn down. But all she can see is a monster, and something to destroy.. not someONE to save. 

So Eclipsa does what Moon would do if it were star about to die and saves her daughter, desperatly trying to stop mooon.. and allowing Meteora to get a clear shot and take half of moon’s soul. While Eclipsa is able to stop her from taking the full thing, Moon is left disoreinted and half alive and leaves on insticnt to parts unknown while Meteora escapes. Eclipsa is left alone, devistated and with her daughter truly lost. And the worst is truly yet to come. 

Before we get into final thoughts i’d like to talk about how this scene impacts Moon’s betryal later. To me having rewatched this scene.. it only makes it work MORE making it clear Moon simply can’t fahtom racial equality and that she can’t fahtom that eclipsa had very good reason for doing what she did ... to me it comes off as her using Eclipsa betryaing her as a very flimsy justifcation to not validate her rule and to first retire and then try a coup. That “Well she “BETRAYED” me so i’m fine. “ But in truth... she betrayed Eclipsa first. She attacked her daughter TWICE when Eclipsa was close to getting through to her Her reasons are flimsy.. because i’ts not ABOUT eclipsa, but what eclipsa represents: equality with a race Moon dosen’t see as people. It’s about Moon’s racisim coloring everything tills h’es truly blinded and should have lost everything She didn’t because the ending is a fucking disgrace, but we might get to that at some point, the point here is for all that disgrace’s faults... it did get it right here, and Moon was always portrayed as being unable to let go of her racisim no matter what it cost her or how much her daughter despteratly tried to change her. Trust me as someone whose Dad used to argue that gay marriage meant he should be able to marry his cat, and who still argues against trans people using the bathroom of their choice, I get trying desperatley to change someone who don’t wanna. “Sigh”. 

Final Thoughts: This episode is truly excellent. The writing is top notch as is the voice acting for all involved and the climax isa true, well led up to tragedy. The animation is also on point, with the characters emotions on perfect display. This is an episode I now realize is one of the series best and worth ar ewatch if you haven’ts een it. Truly amazing stuff that gets me pumped for the finale.. and disapoints me in how the series could reach these highs for one finale.. but would sink to it’s lowest point for next seasons.  Next Time on Prince of Wishful Thinking: Star tries depseratly to find her mom, while Marco, Tom and a motely crew of misfits try to take down Meteora and Tom learns the awful truth from the photo booth and wears a zuko ponytail which weirdly looks good on him. That boy can rock anything let me tell you. 

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I don't know how long it's been, but fuck it, I'm making another part!

If you haven't read the previous parts you can fine them here:

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4 and revision

Part 5

Quick recap, just in case: even after his attempt to keep everyone out of danger, Henry still catches up to Charles. Not all is lost, though, because he gets the okay, and two days to reach The Wall, where he must confront a woman from Terrence's past, at the former Toppat leader's instruction.

OKAY! With that out of the way, BACK TO THE STORY!!!

Charles wastes no time driving to the rendezvous point to get to The Wall, after he phoned a friend for help. His friend has a helicopter on standby(which Charles will not be driving, for obvious reasons), so all Charles needs to do is get there, which he does.

At some point during this drive, frustrated with the circumstances and just wanting things to be normal again, Charles screams and shouts to get it out, almost crashing because he wasn't watching the road.

For almost a day and a night, running on nothing but water, stress, and ADD pills, Charles drives to an abandoned airport, where his friend is waiting.

Who's this friend that he called? Well, Matteo Gurtchev, who greets him warmly when he arrives.

"Charles, there you are! I was wondering what was taking you!" Matteo says as he hugs Charles.

"Glad to see you, too, but we need to go. Right now!" Charles replies quickly as he stumble-runs to the helicopter- he's been driving for nearly two days.

Matteo nods and helps him in, telling the pilot to get going.

"So what is your plan here? Why did you call me after so long?" Matteo asks as they sit down, across from each other and Charles lying on his side.

"You know how the Toppats are in space?"

Matteo nods.

"They're looking for the sapphire and think I know where it is. I mean, I DO know, but I don't know know, you know?"

Depsite the confusion, Charles is tired, so guve him some slack, Matteo nods again.

"And you're coming to The Wall, why?"

"Hadiya Wrenley. Does that name sound familiar?"

Matteo gets up and sits next to Charles, helping him up. "Yeah, it's familiar. Hadiya's been an inmate for almost 29 years. Why?"

"I need to talk to her. As soon as we get to The Wall."

"Of course. Now get some sleep."

Charles does not turn down that offer and falls asleep just about instantly.

WITH HENRY!

Henry holds up his end of the bargain and is on the move as the third day arrives.

He checks the base, to make sure Charles didn't just stay there, before heading back out to look for him. This time, however, there's no tapping his phone or tracking him.

Henry, from his place in the cafeteria, stares out the window as he thinks about where else Charles could be.

"Wow, some plan for looking for your favorite toy."

Henry wheels around and groans at Terrence, who smirks and waves at him from against the wall.

"What's wrong? Can't say 'hi' to your old man?"

'What are you doing here?' Henry signs. 'And how did you even get on here?'

"Next time, make sure whoever's manning the beam is actually paying attention."

Henry rolls his eyes and takes a seat, gesturing Terrence to sit across from him, which he does.

'What are you up to this time?'

Terrence shrugs and offers his son a sly grin. "Just bored. Wanted some entertainment."

Henry glares at him, but Terrence only continues grinning.

"Get out," Henry growls. "Or I'll lock you in the brig."

Terrence sighs and stands before walking toward the door, but stops.

"Oh, and by the way, remember to visit your mother every now and again."

Henry gives Terrence a very confused look before Terrence tips his head and leaves.

BACK TO CHARLES!

The ride to The Wall is long and Charles sleeps the whole time, at least until they land and Matteo wakes him up.

"We're here."

Charles, sore from the drive, holds up a hand, which Matteo takes to help him up.

Charles sits and stands up with a hiss.

"Do you need anything before we go in?"

Charles shakes his head. "No. I just need to talk to Hadiya before Henry gets here."

"Don't worry about that," Matteo replies with a chuckle as they walk inside. "Unless he wants to get arrested, he won't come back here."

Charles nods and sighs as they met a couple Wall guards and take an elevator to Dmitri's office, the guards all talking to each other and about Charles in German/Russian, Matteo telling them to knock it off, if they don't want to get reported to the warden.

One of them reminds him, still in German/Russian, "He's not the warden, remember?"

When Matteo scowls, Charles looks between them and asks what they're saying.

Turns out Dmitri got into trouble after Ellie and Henry escaped. A LOT of trouble.

Speaking of Dmitri, we meet him in his office, Grigori at his side, as Matteo knocks on the door and says they have a visitor.

Charles pops a couple ADD pills into his mouth and walks in when Grigori tells them to.

Matteo pats Charles on the shoulder, wishes him luck, and holds the door open for his friend.

Both a silent Dmitri and Grigori are surprised and happy to see the Pilot, given everything that's happened.

Well, Grigori voices this, at least, and actually gives Charles one of those Dad hugs, where there's back pats and rubs, but Charles, who's a little uncomfortable, asks if he can talk with them.

He can, and Grigori lets him sit down.

Charles asks why Dmitri is so quiet, and Grigori admits that Ellie hits hard for a girl, hard enough for three dentists to break the bank.

Speaking of which, Grigori asks if Charles is at The Wall for a position that was offered to him, one that pays more than merely flying a helicopter.

He's not. He's here to meet an inmate, but has something to ask:

"What do you know about Henry? And how'd you arrest him in the first place?"

Grigori hums and leans back in his chair as Dmitri glares at Charles. "You've seen how he works alone, да?"

Charles nods and notices Dmitri writing something, which he shows.

'As you know, he's lucky. Luckier than anyone we've encountered before. We caught him during a heist at just the right moment and arrested him. Little did we know, he and another inmate worked together to escape.'

Charles nods again. "Maybe next time have two guards to keep an eye on new inmates instead of one?"

Dmitri scowls and writes another note, one in all capital letters and underlined:

'THERE WON'T BE A NEXT TIME.'

"Anyway," Charles sighs, "I need to talk to someone."

Grigori and Dmitri exchange and glance before the warden nods.

"да. Who?"

"Hadiya Wrenley."

SPEAKING OF HER, WE CUT RIGHT TO HER!

Where Terrence is barely recognizable from his time in the CCC(if you want a full description, read the Toppat!Charles series), Hadiya is recognizable, just a little aged from her time in The Wall. She has strands of silver in her dark hair and is aging with time, but doesn't look a day over maybe 35, maybe 40.

There's a knock on her door and she's informed of her visitor before Charles walks in, saying hi to her, full name and all, to try and ease the tension.

"Who are you?" She asks sharply.

"Sorry," Charles replies. "I'm Charles. I'm with the government."

"If you're here to take me home, please don't bother. I've made up my mind, and I'm not leaving."

"You don't have to. I just want to know what you know about Henry Stickmin."

Hadiya only turns her head and gives Charles a very confused look.

"His dad's Terrence Sua-"

At the sound of that name, Hadiya gasps and pits a hand on Charles's mouth.

"Don't say his name," she yelps. "That man is the Devil himself, and I'll be DAMNED, if he comes here!"

Charles only stares as she steps back and sits on her bed.

"I'm sorry, what does that mean?"

Hadiya shakes her head. "You've notived it, right? He... does stuff and other stuff happens. He sneezes, a car crashes. He opens his mouth to talk, ten people start beating each other senseless. He... He TAKES something, more things go missing or get destroyed."

Charles pulls up a chair and takes a seat. "Sounds a lot like Henry."

"I'm sorry, but who's Henry?"

"The new leader of the Toppat Clan. Terrence keeps calling him his son, but..."

Although Charles trails off, Hadiya sighs.

"Do you want to know the truth?"

Charles nods.

"He only told me to join because he was 'nothing without me.' I didn't have much to offer, but he saw something I didn't. When I tried to help on heists, he locked me in our room. If I tried having his back in meetings, he cut me off. When I tried to give him an heir, he lost his mind.

"Do you know how vicious someone has to be to threaten a child?

To be so full of themself, that they can't even see what life there is right in front of them? He took one look at him, just one, and ordered him to be thrown overboard."

Charles watches Hadiya admit to all of this as she tears up, feeling his stomach drop as he pieces together what she's saying with what he kniws, and realizes why both Henry and Terrence are so dangerous.

"Have... Have you ever heard of the Center of/for Chaos Containment?"

Hadiya shrugs and nods. "Sort of."

"They deal with anything related to chaos, which is just weird, but wherever Henry is, they show up. It happened at the bank he robbed, on one of his heists, and before he and the Toppats escaped to space."

Hadiya points and sits up. "That happened with Terrence! Everywhere he went, there were those CCC guys!"

Charles lets himself grin at that piece of good news, but his smile drops as a new question arises.

Too bad there's a loud BOOM that shakes the entire complex.

Charles locks his eyes on the ground and mutters a swear under his breath; he should've been more careful with his hiding spot.

Hadiya takes one glance outside and turns on Charles, absolutely pissed off beyond all reason.

"YOU BROUGHT THEM HERE!?"

Charles holds his hands up as Hadiya grabs at him. "It-It was just a deal. I thought I had more time-"

There's another BOOM in the complex, and Charles quickly apologizes to and thanks Hadiya before telling her to stay in her cell as he runs out.

OUTSIDE THE WALL!

Henry and Ellie sprint around the yard and take a seat near the fence as inmates run amok; those two drill pods of Toppats really sent them all scurrying and there's a chance Charles is amidst the fray.

Despite all the chaos, Ellie sighs.

"Man, this brings back memories, doesn't it?"

Henry nods and sighs as well. 'Wonder if anyone will escape this time, too?'

"Heads up," Ellie semi-barks as she looks out in the yard.

Sure, he's wearing the Wall inmate uniform, but it looks baggy as hell, especially at his pants, there's a hunch between his neck and his back, he has a hand on his right side, and he's trying to hide his face a little too much.

Wonder who that is?

Henry and Ellie smirk at each other and race agter him, Ellie commanding Right, Reginald, amd anyone close by that Charles is in the yard and is leaving The Wall, heading possibly towards the woods.

SPEAKING OF CHARLES!

He sprints towards the Wall entrance and yells to the guards he's with the government and would very much like to leave because he's injured amd unarmed; he lost his gun while the inamtes were running rampant.

They don't believe him until he shows his ID, then he gets to leave.

Even though he sees Right flying toward him and Ellie and Henry on a motorcycle.

Charles wastes no time running into the woods and weaving through the trees to avoid being seen and/or shot.

It mostly works, but it really doesn't help that he's not in the best 'running' shape at the moment, so he has to dive under a log and hide when the motorcycles and Right pass by and then stop and start walking through the woods with flashlights.

"You're sure you saw him here?" Ellie asks as Right takes the lead.

"Yeah. 'E didn't get far."

"Alright. Split up, then. Divide and conquer."

Charles watches them stalk past him, the Toppats using flashlights to try and find him.

When he's pretty sure they're gone, he crawls out from his hiding place and starts sneaking back towards the complex.

Only to spot the group turn their flashlights in his direction and make him hide behind a tree. They miss him again and Charles tries sneaking off once more, keeping an eye on where he's going and where they are.

He freezes when he feels a gun against his back.

"Going somewhere?"

Charles, unarmed and outnumbered, sighs and holds up his hands.

From behind him, Henry smirks, lowers his gun, and starts circling around Charles. "I told you I'd find you, didn't I? You really should've listened."

"So what now?" Charles asks sharply, not at all in the mood for Henry being a smug prick. "You torture me until I tell you where the sapphire is or until I die?"

"Until you die?" Henry echoes.

The two are silent, even as the group finds them.

As Charles sees them, Henry grabs his collar and turns and pushes him into a tree, sort of pinning him as he leans into his ear.

"Why would I ever want that?" Henry asks with a smirk as he toys with Charles's hair, where it's closer to the nape of his neck.

It makes Charles's stomach drop and he gets more than a little creeped out at the realization that if Henry was that hellbent in getting the sapphire, he would've bombed the base and looked for it himself.

Lost in this thought, it gives Henry the opportunity to knock Charles back into the tree by his head, which makes him see stars and start to lose consciousness as he drops to the ground.

Just before he's down for the count, Charles glares up at Henry, who lowers to one knee to see what he has to say.

"You... sick bastard."

"Maybe, but look at the one who's winning here."

Charles knocks out and Henry slings him over his shoulder; with effort, of course, Charles maybe younger and shorter, but he's fit from almost a life time of military work, so that's 100% muscle Henry's picking up.

"Let's go," Henry commands. "He's going to tell us everything."

They all agree and head out toward the 'beam point,' though Henry smirks amd widely smiles that he just got what he REALLY wanted, and will be getting the sapphire, possibly very soon.

#henry stickmin #henry stickmim collection #completing the mission #completing the mission au #toppat!henry #charles calvin #ellie rose #oc #slight stickvin #slight ellry

[dekusbrokenarms]

Class 1-A Gender and Sexuality Journey Headcanons

This is mostly just me really liking messy self discovery because I am a messy bitch.

Kyoka Jirou

First off, Kyoka is a trans girl. She socially transitioned when she was really young and began medically transitioning in high school bc her parents are super supportive and great (we stan a supportive parent)

She first thinks she's bi when she's 14 and comes out as such at 15

She dates Kaminari for a while second year and after they break up she's pretty certain she's a lesbian

After high school, she has a couple years where gender is kinda nebulus. For a while thinks she's a nonbinary lesbian but then decides she's just GNC and punk but definitely full girl

She gets more comfortable in her gender after that, but starts questioning her sexuality again

And ends up back at bisexual, but like not attracted to dudes. Girls and nonbinary people only please

Also she and Momo reconnect in their mid twenties and hit it off and get married

Denki Kaminari

Denki is completely comfortable calling himself straight up until he's 17

But don't get it twisted, he definitely was already acutely aware he was into dudes

Because wow boys are pretty

But he also just kind of ignores it because OMFG GIRLS

But after his other friends start coming out, he gets more comfortable thinking about his sexuality but doesn't bother labelling it

Specifically he doesn't want to label it because he gets comfortable with it after her starts dating Kyoka and doesn't want anyone thinking he's calling himself not-straight for dating her

But a couple months after he breaks up with Kyoka, he starts fooling around with Hitoshi and like really he's at the point of no return so he just slaps the bi label on himself and goes about his day

Towards the end of third year, he starts playing around with GNC and really vibes with the genderqueer label, but still uses he pronouns because he's used to them

He and Hitoshi break up after graduation and Denki really throws himself into exploring his gender and sexuality

And starts using he and they pronouns and typically dresses on the masculine side of androgynous but with lots of cool makeup

He gives polyamory a shot, but he keeps finding himself feeling like he's third wheeling other people's relationships and decides its not for them

In their late twenties, he and Hitoshi hook up at a reunion party and hit it off. They keep things casual for several months before suddenly they decide to move in together and in a blink of an eye, they're in a legit committed relationship without knowing how it got there but it feels right to them.

Eijirou Kirishima

No flavor for this one. He figured out he was gay when he was 12 and it stuck. His moms are lesbians and support him wholeheartedly.

Katsuki Bakugou

I think Bakugou also grew up with queer people in his life so he was never really in the closet

He was pretty certain he was asexual and aromantic until Kirishima weedled his way into his heart

At 17, he decides that he's probably demi-pansexual and demiromantic but that feels like too much so he just says queer.

This boy knows all the words though. Keeps very up to date with the local and global state of queer communities but doesn't talk about it unless prompted or provoked

At first he was very private about his relationship with Kirishima because it was no one's fucking business but after seeing the rampant homophobia in the hero business, he became very loud and very proud of his boyfriend very fast

Eijirou and Katsuki probably got married at, like, 21 and did not give one shit when people pointed out they were young. And they're together for the rest of their lives so those fuckers can suck it

Mina Ashido

Mina is your classic bisexual disaster and spends her teens and early twenties going between calling herself straight, bi, and a lebsian depending on who she's currently into because this bitch has zero object permanence

She chills out in her twenties though and is comfortable calling herself bisexual at long last

Hanta Sero

Sero is pretty comfortable being straight right up until all his friends come out

He spends a couple months questioning his sexuality before knowing for certain he's straight

But he's that one straight dude that always ends up dating bi and pan girls by complete happenstance

Hitoshi Shinsou

He really does not know what his sexuality is

Sometimes its yes

Sometimes its no

He says queer because he can't be assed to look into any of the microlabels

He just knows he's not straight and that's good enough for him

Momo Yaoyorozu

This girl is a lesbian but trying to convince herself of that was A PROCESS

She denies it for years and years

Its not until after graduation she thinks, but doesn't dare say, she's bi because she tells herself she's "mostly into guys anyway" so "it doesn't really count"

Slowly her percentage shifts away from guys and to girls

She's 23 before she accepts she's a lesbian

But she doesn't come out until she's 28 because she's scared since her parents expect her to end up with a man

Ochako Uraraka

This girl is mostly into guys. Like she's pretty sure she's straight because all the crushes she had so far have been on boys

When she's 18, she starts to suspect she might like girls too but is really too shy to explore that feeling at first

But when she does? Oh boy she will not stop talking about how wonderful and perfect girls are and how unfortunate her attraction to men is because she feels insecure in her validity as a bisexual woman with a preference for men

Tsuyu Asui

Tsuyu has known she's a lesbian since she was 15 and was very comfortable with that

She questioned if she might be bi a time or two but always came back to being gay

She does realize she's an ace lesbian at 18 though but she's also okay with that

Her goals in life are to own a house by a lake with a beautiful wife

Tenya Iida

Tenya is pansexual

Literally he just cannot see why gender would be a factor in choosing a potential partner

He never came out because he was 20 before he realized that this was not the default state and others weren't just being picky by having a different sexuality

And by then, every knew because he made no attempts to hide his partners

He was really stressed at first about it, and asked Tensei why no one ever told him he should be more careful with publicly showing his sexuality but Tensei was just like "we just thought you knew what you were doing, dude. And it looks like it worked out"

Izuku Midoroya

Again, Izuku is too swept up in "nghh girls pretty" to think too much about his sexuality when he's younger

When he gets a crush on Shouto, he doesn't recognize it as a crush at first because it felt so natural and comfortable and he was used to being uncomfortable around people he liked

So he has a crush on Shouto for years before it hits him: Oh I'm not straight

He stays in that nebulous not-straight state for months because he does not have time to deal with that

But once he stops procrastinating his sexuality, he cannot decide if he's bisexual or pansexual or polysexual and he gets super wrapped up in researching microlabels and its super overwhelming

He even questions his gender for a little bit but settles on he's a cis man pretty quickly

He does eventually start dating Shouto and just calls himself gay for a while because it's easier than trying to piece together ten microlabels like he's tempted to do

However after Shouto begins exploring his gender identity, Izuku gets more comfortable just calling himself pan because he realizes that gender never really played a part in who he likes.

Shouto Todoroki

He came out as gay at 14 to piss off his father depsite the fact he didn't actually have any feelings about his sexuality at the time

No he decided he didn't care what his sexuality was. He was gonna be gay.

And he forgot he did that until he was 17 and was like, oh- I should probably figure out my actual sexuality, after being questioned due to his close relationship with Izuku

So he thought about it for about 15 seconds to say, well, I do like Izuku so I'll just be actually gay now

That stuck until after graduation and into his twenties when he started questioning his gender

He figured out he wasn't particularly attached to masculinity or femininity and found comfort in the agender label

They started using gender neutral pronouns and grew their hair out long but that's really all that changed

They came back to their sexuality after that and decided it was just "men"

Izuku tried to be helpful and offered terms like androsexual, but Shouto didn't find them very useful so they like to tell people their gender is no and their sexuality is dude

It gets the point across

Yuga Aoyoma

Okay, so we all know he’s gay

But despite how flamboyant he is, this boy is a closet case

He definitely had a crush on Izuku first year, but he couldn’t handle that yet so he definitely lived vicariously through Ochako’s crush on him

I don’t think he came out until after high school

And zero people were surprised

He probably does drag too

And he’d look fabulous doing so

Kouji Koda

I think Kouji is ace 

I don’t think this is a word he had for himself until he was in his mid twenties

He just assumed he was a late bloomer and he’d been told he just had a low self esteem

But he finds the ace community and suddenly everything makes sense and he feels comfortable in his own skin

Once that falls into place, he discovers he’s also aromantic

He ends up having a platonic life partner and they have lots of pets and plants together

Fumikage Tokoyami

Fumikage figured out he’s bisexual when interning under Hawks. Like fuck, he had the most embarrassing crush on this guy who’s aesthetic is so embarrassing

I don’t think he had much trouble accepting that he’s attracted to guys though

Like a demon lives in his head

He’s mostly suffering because he has a crush on his cheerful, friendly mentor

Dark Shadow is very happy about this development because it’s a chance to embarrass him and make him uncomfortable

Fumikage gets renewed interest in being able to control Dark Shadow to shut his whore mouth

Unfortunately Dark Shadows outs him to his mentor

Fortunately Hawks is really cool about it and tells DS to have some chill and doesn’t give Fumikage a hard time about it, but Fumikage doesn’t get invited back for another internship with him and finds himself assigned to do work with sidekicks afterwards

Mezou Shouji

Mezou doesn’t fuck with gender

It’s not that he necessarily feels disconnected from his masculinity but rather that he just feels like gender is archaic and useless

So he’s pan and bigender (male and agender)

Definitely would make jokes about be attracted to frying pans and this is how he comes out to Fumikage in their third year. 

Rikidou Sato

Rikidou doesn’t really date in high school

Soon after graduation he ends up in a relationship with a girl that lasts five years before he realizes he’s gay

One time someone tells him he should have known sooner since he likes baking so much and he punches them in the face (I like to imagine this person was Mineta for face punching purposes)

He ends up good pals with the woman he was dating and she’s his maid of honor at his wedding :’)

Tooru Hagakure, and Mashirao Ojiro

I’m sorry if one of them is your fave. They’re both straight and cis and have never questioned it even once. 

#bnha headcanons #bakugou katsuki #kyoka jirou #kaminari denki #midoriya izuku #todoroki shouto #kirishima eijirou #mina ashido #sero hanta #uraraka ochako #tsuyu asui #mezuo shouki #rikidou sato #tokoyami fumikage #iida tenya #hitoshi shinsou #aoyama yuga #kouji kouda #lgbt headcanons

[harryxmac]

Horny and Hungover

MASTERLIST

warnings: SMUT

in which, harry and you wake up new years day, horny and hungover

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Your eyes fluttered opened, you had to blink a couple of times to get rid of the blur that coated your eyes. The van above Harry’s bed spun too quick for your head to comprehend. It ticked ever so few seconds, which bugged the life out of you.

As you watched the fan, you suddenly became way more aware of your current state. Your sweaty body, the pounding headache, fuzzy tongue and the ache without even moving. 

As you watched the fan tick along, you felt your head become heavier. You moaned in frustration.

“Darling? I think I’m dying” The man beside you speaks. You tilt your head to catch a glimpse of the body.

You knew who it was, surprised you had both made it up to bed together rather than being scattered across the house made you giggle a little. Harry’s tanned, tattooed torso sat idle in the sheets, the sheets barley leaving him decent. 

“You aren’t dying”

Memories of the night before, flooded your mind. Singing with Harry’s and yours friends, counting down the seconds until you entered a new decade and the drink, oh the drink that entered your body. 

You remember on top of his breakfast bar, standing and screaming at his friends and family as his shakes a bottle of Dom just seconds before midnight. 

You were elated to say the least last night, but remember Anne shaking her head whilst laughing at her normally conservative son. 

Harry was too buzzed to care, trying to get everyone to join him on the breakfast bar, but no one would, which left Harry pouting and looking at you. For he knew that no matter how crazy or docile he was, you’d support him. His crazy was yours, and his calm was yours. Visa versa.

Being on top of the breakfast bar, screaming ‘Happy New Year!’ as Harry pours the champagne worth £ 500 in your mouth.

“Nope, I’m definitely dying, the world won’t stop spinning”

“That’s the fan”

“Oh, yeah”

You giggle at your boyfriends stupidness. But nevertheless, can't help but turn your body to face him.

Granted, right now, after the night you guys have had, you both look a little disheveled. But, you can’t help but still find your boyfriend absolutely gorgeous.

“Can’t believe I drank that much” You sighed.

Harry turns his head to look at you, smiling his pearly whites to you. He raises an eyebrow, almost to mock you.

“What! Totally didn’t intend to” You smiled.

Harry stares back at the ceiling to admire his fan once more.

“Surprised we didn’t end up shagging, you’re always up for a shag after a few drinks” He smiles.

Harry moves down to adjust his cock a little under the thin sheets.

Its true, it's been known that the two of you always end up a little horny after a few drinks. Like the time you shagged in Nick’s upstairs bathroom because too many glasses of wine later and you were  both making love heart eyes at one another.

Or the time at Anne’s, when you’d gone there for a BBQ with full intentions to come home and snuggle under Harry’s bed sheets. But, Harry ended up having too many beers to drive, so you opted to say at his Mum’s. However, Drunk Harry meant Horny Harry. Which ended up you being pounded into his old childhood bed.

But, yet, this New Years Eve, you ended up in bed, like normal people.

“We could have had a shag, I don’t remember anything after the breakfast bar” You suggested.

Harry pauses for a moment, almost like he's trying to gather information of last night's events to see if any of them left you two in bed hot and sweaty and begging for one another, they didn’t.

“Definitely wouldve’ remembered shagging yeh.” He concludes.

You notice Harry begins to grow a little uncomfortable under the sheets, a prominent dick tenting at his expensive sheets.

You reach your hand to go under the sheets, only to move it across to come into contact with his cock, holding it in your hand, you feel the heaviness of it sinking into your hand.

Harry hisses at the touch, yearning for you to do a little something now that you’re here.

“Babe” He breathes.

You watch his facial features as his face tenses when you move slightly, or how he bites his lip a little too tight when you rub your thumb over his tip.

“Maybe we should reimburse ourselves, you know.” You suggest, Harry’s nodding before you can even finish your sentence. 

You raise yourself a little, to move onto his legs, to perch their comfortably. You head spins a little, but you are sure that you’ll be fine once you see Harry putty beneath you. 

You sit on his right thigh, rubbing your naked sex along his thigh, just to give him an idea of how wet he makes you.

Harry’s eyes bulge as your slick pussy grinds itself down on his toned thigh. With his cock still in your hands as you repeatedly stroke, he feels as though he might just explode. 

“You like that?” You whisper. Harry nods.

You feel yourself catching your clit as you grind down on him, moving just right so you keep rubbing it against his thigh, right over his tiger tattoo that you always make sure he knows you love.

“Fuck, blimin’ ‘ell” You groans.

“Harry” You groan.

Harry knows what you’re asking. He knows you need a little help to get you where he is at, at his state of pure bliss.But, the selfish part of him wants you to carry on, but he needs to fuck you.

He taps your hip lightly to signal you to lie back down, and you do so.

His cock springs up to his tummy when you let go to move, and the feeling makes him tense, he’s not sure if its the loss of contact or how fast it sprung up.

He moves to tower over you, you’re naked. Deliciously naked and Harry knows that if he wasn’t moments away from cumming on you (in you he hopes) that he would take each sweet moment of the new day in the decade to kiss every inch of your skin so he can say that your decade started by you being worshipped.

But, this isn’t the time for that. He can’t think about how sweet your neck would taste as he suckles on that spot, or how could your perfume is that's lingered on your skin nor can he think about how you take sharp breathes in when he kisses down the valley of your breasts slowly until he comes face to face with your beautiful mound.

No. He needs to fuck you. Fuck you hard and fast so that depsite the fact he can’t worship every inch of your skin, he can bliming well fuck you well at the start of the decade.

Now you are the one that's putty. Underneath him you can’t think about anything but him. He consumes you. 

Harry holds his cock in his hands, tugging himself a little, to poke his red head at your entrance, trying to see if you are wet enough. Sure, his thigh was dripping with your arousal, but he likes to get his tip ready too.

Slowly he steps in your tight pussy, ensuring to go so slow just to wind you up. He knows he has succeeded when you grab hold of his shoulders tighter, drawing him closer. 

“Harry” You moan.

Harry’s in another world to even consider giving you what you want. He knows that teasing you is the easiest way to make you cum. Because by the time that he’s pounding into you, you’ve thought about him doing so for such time that you’re already close.

Harry begins to thrust, moving his hips at the most perfect pace for you both. He moves his hand down from beside your head to touch your clit a little. Slow circular motions mixed with the way he’s quickly pounding into your.

You feel yourself sinking lower and lower into bed and he pounds faster and harder each time.

“My heads fucking spinning and I can’t tell if its my hangover or the fact that this feels so fucking good” He moans. 

You laugh momentarily before the feeling of his thick big cock inside your pussy consumes your every thought. 

“Yes Harry” You moan, feeling yourself coming closer.

“Wanna come for your Harry?”

“My Harry?”

“Your Harry, always baby”

“Harder”

Harry gives his every effort with the last few minutes promising with each thrust you make you cum.

And, with every fibre in your body exploding you cum. The euphoric state takes over every inch of your body. Harry’s still moving inside you, trying to reach his own bliss, and sure enough, seeing you all fucked out against the bed, he cums minutes after.

“Fuck” Harry says. 

He’s still in you and he doesn’t want to move. The feeling all over his body is tingling and he doesn’t think he’s ever felt like this before with anyone.

“Harry you need to move, I need to pee” You say, Harry groans in frustration. If he had it his way, he’d stay in you all day, keeping his cock nice and warm.

But, slowly he moves out of you, his eyes tightly shut because it feels so good, even moving his cock out of you.

He watches you lift from the bed, being a little wobbly on your legs as you walk to his en-suite. Harry lays back, moving the covers over him again. 

He stares at the ceiling, that ticking noise becoming annoying now that Y/N’s mentioned it.

When he hears to knocks at the bedroom door, he grasp the sheets a little tighter, knowing he’s still that little hard.

“Yeh?!” He calls. 

Peering round the door, Anne comes into eye contact with her son.

“Um. Just wanted to let you know that I’ve grabbed some breakfast, are you and Y/N joining us?” She asked.

Harry began to feel his face turn a shade of red. 

“Yeah, we’ll be down in a minute.” He smiles a little.

“Clean up a lil, yeah?” She asks.

Harry nods.

“Yeah”

#harry styles x reader #harry styles one shot #harry styles layouts #eroda #harry manip #hs #stylesupdated #nyc #harry styles #harry styles smut

[katsukikitten]

Irritated 6 (?)

A/N I know I never have to apologize but when I do series I feel like do the most and possibly extra BUT I also feel compelled to do these long series for more depth. Hopefully that translates well into my stories as I want them to be read similar to short stories instead of we went from 0 to 100 real fucking quick. So I'm sorry if this series is coming off as more filler than a build up of content. (This is why I'm struggling with my longer series like princess etc) ENJOY BBs

Finally your last task of the day and then you'll be free.

Free to go to that damned hotel room to pack your bags to board a plane. You swear to yourself that you will never come back.

The lights on the stage are again overly bright but this hostesses asks appropriate questions to the ten of you.

And even the fan's questions are dolce and decent.

"Ah Red Riot-sama. I'm sad yet happy that you're taken off of the market but will you televise your wedding?" A box dyed red head asks eagerly, clutching the microphone with slightly shaking hands.

You bite back a smile, nudging Bakugou. Scarlet eyes rove over your face and give you a smirk in return in agreement.

Cute but ridiculous request.

"Ahhh I'm not too sure about the details yet. I've only just asked her a few nights ago." Kirishima laughs, rubbing the back of his head suddenly bashful.

The crowd erupts in roars and majority of the Q&A is now focused on the Kirishima wedding.

A blessing for both yourself and Bakugou.

Although you two become bored quickly as a long line of box dyed red heads of men and women alike wait idly to ask whatever their heart desires.

So you begin to scribble on your pad, you draw the hostess in chibi form, you move down the line of the table mentally stopping on Bakugou. Soon your pen swirls on it's own. The hot head looks odd in your cute chibi.

That is not an adjective that you want to use for him.

He is not *cute* or kind or hot..

Just hot headed.

A snarl to yourself as you begin to engulf Bakugou's chibi in flame before adding yourself lifting a gas can to pour over him.

"That would only encourage me." He murmurs in your ear, a hint of a dark laugh. It is hard to keep the dusting of pink off of your cheeks.

"Fine." A whisper as the pen slicing a line through gas and puts water.

You look to him and he sneers your way, biting back a smirk.

"What's going on with Icy hot?" Scarlet rovers over scratch paper, a snort escapes him, "You did well with Deku he looks utterly useless."

You bite back your laugh, although it is hard, looking up at Bakugou who takes any chance to hate on Izuku.

The hostess walks down the table, stopping before the two of you.

"A fan has a question for you Tejina." She smiles brightly, although you can see some annoyance in her eyes. This must not have been the first time your name was called.

You look out to the mic stand, the lights blinding you for a moment before your eyes adjust, the lighten the illumination over the patient fan.

Your blood runs cold in your veins, smile fading ever quickly depsite you fighting to keep it in place.

Green eyes stare up at you with a mix of emotions. Anger, adoration, jealousy.

You bite the inside of your lip until you taste the tang of pennies as you watch him lick is lips.

"Tejina." His voice speaks your hero name as if it were a dusty sonnet, unused but never forgotten, "Did you enjoy what I picked out for you?"

Nails dig into the tender flesh of your palm as you hold back.

No, *fight* back the urge to shove that microphone so far down his throat you could hear the gurgling of his stomach digesting it. You'd give anything to watch him claw at his throat in uncertain panic, watching his naturally ruddy cheeks flash in hauntingly delightful hues of red, blue, purple and white.

Katsuki notices the shift in your demeanor, his eyes spy the soft glow of your hands before he looks at the fan.

He wears a face he has since committed to memory, an audibly growl is caught by the microphone.

"Oi." Katuski's voice brings you back from your desires plunging you into ice cold water as you register the emotion on his face.

You had never seen Bakugou so angry before. Sure you knew he has a short temper, was easy to pop off at the mouth and the hand.

But you had never seen such unwavering malice in his eyes, or the firm way in which his jaw set.

Grinding teeth with clenched fists, that sweet burnt caramel smell that tickled your nose in dreams wafted to you in heavy waves.

You knew what came next.

Next he would pop, jump into action pair is impulsive temper with the look in his eyes you wonder if that man will ever be able to walk again.

Hell breathe again.

But he would win, even beyond the grave.

You grab onto his powerful thigh as if to hold him in place. He cuts you a look from the side of his dazzling scarlet eye.

He reads you well as you do him.

*"Let me fucking kill him."*

*"No."*

A silent exchange through body language before Bakugou stands anyway.

A deadly snarl as his body heat increases rapidly before the room plunges into darkness.

Screams erupt as the pros automatically jump into action.

Todoroki illuminates the room with fire, Momo makes flash lights, while Denki pulls the hostess over the table protectively as Deku, Asui, and Jhiro move through the crowd to make them calm and to find a threat.

All the while you grab onto Bakugou pulling him back stage. He grabs onto you with rough, inspecting hands.

"We need to be out there. *He's* out there." Bakugou snarls, although his hands have not left your hips. His dancing explosions send flashes of burning Scarlet in your direction.

Rapidly the heat rises in the backroom as well as in your blood.

You grab onto his forearms talking through your teeth, trying to soothe his popping skin.

"It was me." You grit, one hand gesturing about as he looks down at you confused before realization washes over his handsome features.

Washing away some of his wrath with it.

Suddenly the world is flooded with light, Bakugou looks harsher than ever, letting go of your body as if you were hot coals.

He is reminded too quickly of powerful you really are. He gives his back to you, furious over a lot of things.

But more so over the fact that you willingly give power to such vile scum.

And for what? Lingering outside of your door?

"Tch." Is all he says as you watch his retreating back, "Let's get Deku so we can fucking leave this shit show."

To say you were relieved to be stand in front of your shitty hotel room would be an understatement.

Although a looming weight hangs over the door, as if you were to open the cheaply wood fiber door a giant black serpant with hungry greeneyes would meet you.

You swallow thickly as you wait patiently and yet impatiently for Bakugou to retrieve your hotel key from his wallet.

Instead your phone rings from his black pants to which you freely rummage through.

"OI! OI!" Hot explosions pop near your skin but you brush them off staring at who's calling.

Director Yumi, good. Hopefully he will have moved up the time the three of you were scheduled to leave.

"Hello?" Your answer with cheerful disposition.

Although you are unaware that this is the beginning of things going from bad to worse.

Much worse.

Your vision blurs as the director speaks and the two men beside you feel the air charge with an onset heaviness.

The kind that Bakugou knows comes from rage, he notices your clenched fists. The tension making your normally fluid body go rigid.

He wants to rest his palms on your shoulders, let them soothe over your smooth heated skin.

But he barely allows himself the thought.

"WHAT IN THE ACTUAL FUCK?!" It echoes down the hall and Izuku jumps. Jade eyes widening while scarlet narrow.

"A fan party tonight?! Did the boys know about this?" You turn with eyes so angry they glow fiercely with your power.

Both raise their hands to show empty palms and shake their heads no.

"So what is the fucking dress code to this mandatory party hmm? Is it formal? If so I don't fucking have anything." The two men watch you with wary eyes as your voice and temper spike again.

"YOU CANT FUCKING TELL ME?! oh wow you know what a surprise. But what is more surprising is the fact that you're the director of an agency. I'm not sure what it is that you do aside from pissing away your daddy's hard earned money. I know you aren't here to make business deals, talk about hero loans or get your own exposure like the other directors of agencies or as your Father used to do. I know you do little to no research before making a decision nor do you consult your employees as your father did. I know that you have no fucking idea how to run this business, that you do not even posses a fourth of the abilities your father was capable of and I *know* all you're good for is bending Nezuko over your desk to fuck her stupid."

Both sets of eyes widen, your cellphone screen cracks from the pressure of your grip.

"You're right. We *do* need to have a conversation when I get back. Now if you'll excuse me I'll go ask another pro hero or another director who actually knows what the fuck is the dress code and itinerary for this surprise fan event." You say in even breaths and tones before you snap. Throwing your phone onto the floor with heaved breaths.

Gasping for air as you near black out rage, the doors rattle.

Both men stand, eyes wide and staring.

Sure you've been angry, they've now seen you distressed but they've never seen you like this.

Consumed by your wrath and fury.

Izuku looks to Katsuki depserstly, who is biting his lip.

Hating to see you so unraveled.

Did this really all have to do with the dress code to the last minute party or did it have something to do with that scum bag plus whatever the hell else you'd clearly been claming up.

"Oi if you need a dress we can find you one. You have a similar body type to Momo. She's always prepared and probably packed an extra." Katsuki wraps his arm around your shoulders turning you on your heel.

"Or she could make you one." Izuku pipes up, you shove away Katsuki's arm.

"What about you two?" You hiss, "Did you guys lie about knowing?

Bakugou laughs at Deku's blanched face.

"No he's a nerd and always prepared." He snorts, hand finding the small of your back guiding you towards the stairs once again.

"And you?!" A vicious snap that he ignores

"Kirishima is in the same hotel as Momo. He will have an extra for me."

"How can you be so sure?"

Katsuki gives you a sideways glance before pulling you across the street and down the block towards the other heroes' hotel.

"Ever since he dragged me to that nerd island event he's packed an extra." He crosses his arms as the three of you get into the elevator. You wonder what that's like, to have a friend who always has your back.

It has been so long ago since you had actually trusted someone and the only person you could...well she turned up missing shortly after you became a hero.

She was the one person you could never save.

You swallow your shame as you follow Bakugou and Izuku to the fourth floor.

"Take Y/N to the girl's room please Bakugou." Izuku beams as Bakugou snarls, opening his mouth to retort but you interrupt.

"I can go by myself, really. It's just three doors down." You smile, they both look at you with worried eyes that make your skin crawl, "I'm a big girl I can handle it!"

With that you turn, making long strides to the door lifting your hand to knock.

"My two number one heroes!" Kirishima exclaims pulling them into his room.

"Oi oi!" A snarl as their door slams shut.

Your fist seems suspended in air as you ponder.

Would it be rude to ask for a dress?

Would now be a bad time to slip away to just buy one and save yourself the debt?

Before you do a 180 a voice calls from the otherside of the door.

"I'm going to get my extra charger from Eiji" Mina talks loudly enough to be heard through the thick wood before swinging it open to reveal herself and the other female alumni of class 1A, all perched around the room primping.

"Oh Y/N-chan!" She sings wrapping toned pink arms tightly around your frame. You clear your throat, unable to hug her back. Lightly tapping your fingers against her arms.

"Hello..." You say a little awkwardly with a small wave, "I'm sorry to bother y'all but I need to borrow a dress for this party I....forgot to pack one."

"Come in come in!" Mina ushers you in forgetting that she flipped the latch on the door, it sits ajar and goes unnoticed.

She walks a full circle around you.

"Welp my glutes are not nearly as toned as yours...." She looks around the room before settling on Momo, "Mo! Love! Yall have similar measurements!"

"Hmm, yes we do. I believe her thighs to be more muscular than my own and my breasts to be a tad bit larger..." She ponders before an idea crosses her mind, "Ah I'll make one!"

She pulls a measuring tape from her forearm measuring your frame, all the while you protest.

"Oh that's too much trouble. I can go and buy one I dont ne.." But she gives you a look that oddly silences you.

"Its no trouble at all. Plus it will give me great practice! I usually use cloth to make blankets." She scrunches her nose at the thought.

"Oh did you pick your song yet?!" Uraraka asks with delight as she plops on the bed beside you.

Your eyes narrow in confusion as your brow furrows.

"What?" Your heart pounds into your ears as she continues to speak.

"You know for your little opening appearance before all the dancing and booze. Bakugou, Deku-kun and you are the stars for the "surprise" fan party. You get to walk out to your very own song!" U-san produces her phone her screen is lit with a promotional poster.

"TOP HERO SPECIAL APPEARANCE"

It reads across the top, your rage quickly turns into something else as you stare down at the phone.

Before you know it your eyes well over and fat droplets darken the material on your thighs. Your hands fly to cover your face as your rage comes out melted and raw.

"I..I'm sorry...." You sob, "I'm having the worst weekend of my life."

The six women exchange looks as they silently debate how best to approach their new friend.

"Is it Bakugou?" Jhiro's voice comes out harsh as Mina behind you chimes in.

"Yea do we need to kick his ass?" It comes out harshly. A laugh escapes your lips, it sounds foreign.

"Ah no, I can handle Bakugou." You wipe away your tears feeling stupid, "He, he's actually been...fun this weekend."

"Wait wait wait." Mina pauses, "Bakugou? Like Bakugou Katsuki? With red eyes and blonde hair?"

"Yes." You giggle some more, "Hard to believe I know but like I said he's been fun. Helpful even. Kind."

"Wooooooow" The women say in unison.

"So what's bothering your so badly?" Momo's soft voice takes on a tone of motherly concern. You sigh as you debate.

Do you tell them? And if you do how much do you actually reveal? How far back do you need to go?

"Just my male fans are too overbearing. How do you deal with it?" You settle on a partial truth, omitting majority of the details. Plus anyone following your Instagram could see.

"Your fans are too much." Mina agrees, "Momo you get a lot of comments because of your suit right?"

"Yes, some are very hard to ignore. Especially when the go into detail on what they would do to me regardless of my consent. It used to bother me. A lot actually to the point where I thought of changing my hero costume to attract less attention but Sensei Midnight stopped me. She said all I would be doing was putting myself in a more difficult situation with less skin for my quirk to benefit me. That it did not matter what I wore I would still get the comments." Momo pulls a little more of the black fabric from her exposed stomach, giving it a critical look, "That my obsessing over them is what gave them power."

The last sentence settles over you in an odd manner.

Had you given these trolls power over you?

Or has Yayorozu never been blackmailed before?

Still it was sound advice, you had given those comments power.

"Alright I believe its finished. Let's try this on shall we?" Momo says lifting the dress up to you.

"Get ready here with the rest of us. I'm dying to play with your hair!" Mina pleads before squealing when you nod your head yes.

"Bakugou, what are you doing in the hall?" Izuku asks before Katsuki raises his hand to silence him. He retreats from the slightly ajar room, not answering until the hot head is mostly to Kirishima's door.

"I was gonna tell Y/LN about the party but I think the girls just did. Let's grab my stupid suit and come back to pick her slow ass up later." Bakugou dismisses it with a wave of his hand.

And yet he cannot dismiss your words.

"Bakugou has been...fun."

"Please stay Katuski"

He squeezes his eyes shut trying to get your voice and your sad eyes out of his head.

Only to encourage them to haunt him further.

#katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugo x reader #bakugou x reader #bnha au #bnha imagine #bnha kacchan #bnha x reader #katsuki x reader #katsuki bakugo #bakugou katsuki #katsukibakugou #katsuki bakugou #katsuki

[theartfuldodger26]

Fandom ask

Thank you, @bellamort1993 for sending me Harry Potter, Bellamort and Bellatrix as prompts. Feel free to do the same (or different to your choosing).

001 | Send me a fandom and I will tell you my:

Favorite character:  Bellatrix Lestrange and Voldemort. No, I don’t have one favourite. Bella is the closest to my heart, but apparently I waste the most brainmatter on Tom/Voldemort, so *shrugs* Harry is my favourite light character, he’s an admirable person.

Least Favorite character:  Umbridge, as is universally accepted.

5 Favorite ships (canon or non-canon): Bellamort (which is canon, bitches) Delphi/Harry (it will become canon, you just wait for TCC part3) Tomarry but not Harrymort(nearly counts as canon judging by how often Harry comments on Tom’s looks) Drarry  Delphi/Victoire

Character I find most attractive: Bellatrix, hands down. Then Voldemort can do things to me too, but Bella would be my first choice. 

Character I would marry: No one, I’m happy by myself. Delphi can be my angsty fuck buddy with whom we meet every once in a while, bitch, get drunk, cry and fuck. 

Character I would be best friends with: Harry, tho I’m not the best of friends and his friends do have a high mortality rate for my taste. I wouldn’t mind if Voldemort killed me tho, so *shrugs*

a random thought: The wizarding world makes zero sense in so many places. They haven’t had an Industrial Revolution and they seem to be stuck in the Middle Ages in many ways, even if they dont seem extremely Christian as these times actually were. It’s really confusing. As for their economy? How does that even work if you can conjure a chair out of thin air, or replicate food? 

An unpopular opinion:  Idk what’s unpopular these days. Aside from Albus’ name, I actually liked the Epilogue. In contrast to what people thing, it doesn;t show *everything* that happened after the war, meaning it’s no obliged to show the PTSD and the fights and the pain. It just passes the message: depsite everything, in the end they were happy. Not always and not easily, but they lived, and built and did good. And that’s not always possible with survivors. It’s our job as fans to add the rest, all the author needed to do was say ‘yes, they made it out okay.”

My Canon OTP: BELLAMORT Seriously, I have screenshoted the details of TCC where it shows they’re canon. 

My Non-canon OTP: Harry/Delphi

Most Badass Character: Bellatrix, handsdown.  McGonagall out of the good people. 

Most Epic Villain: Voldemort, we’d have no books without him. He can be dumb, but it’s cute.

Pairing I am not a fan of: I’m not huge in non-canon Hermione ships, and anything with Snape is gross.

Character I feel the writers screwed up (in one way or another): ...Snape? Not his character, but the light she gave him by naming Harry’s kid after him. It appeared she was clear on him not being an admirable person, but then he’s the bravest bloke ever? No, ma’am. 

Favourite Friendship: The Golden Trio, they work as a three-man-group better, I won’t devide them. 

Character I most identify with: PostAzkaban!Bellatrix feels she’s letting her master and herself down, and so do it. I keep looking for my former self. Who wasn’t much after all, but had some qualities I should recultivate. 

Character I wish I could be: ... I’d like to have some Bellamort qualities that I lack, but in general I’m fine working on myself.  

002 | Send me a ship and I will tell you:

When I started shipping them:  After I finished the books, so that’s since 2007, 13 cool, angsty years. 

My thoughts: I love them, they’re my evil babies. In fact, I don’t even have reasons for loving them, as most shippers do, I’d just die for them. 

What makes me happy about them: That theyre complicately made for each other in their unique goth way. And that in the end they had a kid, which I think helped Voldemort out a lot with his issues with intimacy and emotions. 

What makes me sad about them:  That they died *sobs hysterically*. Also that they’re proud idiots who don’t communicate well. Also in the books they have like two scenes together. (HE SCREAMED THO)

Things done in fanfic that annoys me: Seeing Bella’s character butchered down to a snivelling, slavish idiot, though these aren’t Bellamort fics usually.  In Bellamort fics, it feels like a cheat when it says Bellamort but it’s just Bella pining and Voldemort really not caring. I don’t have a problem with the POV, but it needs to be tagged as unrequited. Otherwise I’m open to perspectives. 

Things I look for in fanfic: Good writing, mostly. I’m also a huge fan of Muggle!AU’s, so if you have that, I’ll read it, no questions asked XD

My wishlist: On Amazon? :P I presume this means wishlist on fics/art with these two, but do correct me if I’m wrong. I dont have one, since I write myself, so whatever I want to read, I write. Right now I’m on a bit of a writing hiatus (but don’t take my word for it, my emotional world is fucking rollercoaster), but at some point I’d like to see a mermaid!AU and a lot of exploration between Voldemort and his mother, while Bella holds his hand. 

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: Alone and miserable. I guess Bella would have been okay with Rodolphus, had Tom/Voldemort never been born.  And Voldemort/Tom would have been fine too with some nameless pretty woman he did not love but had to marry to keep face.  But I think that they would have never been truly happy with anyone else. especially Tom, he’d never be really comfortable with anyone. 

My happily ever after for them: VoldemortWins!AU, they conquer Europe, Bella is Minister for War, Voldemort the Emperor. Maybe they have a kid, maybe a couple more or none at all, who cares, the point is they live and fulfull their dreams of revolutionising the Wizarding Wolrd.  I also have a sappy afterlife!AU where for a while Bella is imprisoned at the family castle for having a halfblood little bastard, goes half-insane, as Voldemort searches for her (they had a spat right after they got there), and Delphi kills herself and goes to find her dad in small-child form. They finally get tgether and live death happily ever after in some Norwegian fjord in the frozen tundra. (it’s also my personal happy ending, only it’s cats and snakes)

003 | Give me a character & I will tell you:

How I feel about this character: I love Bella. She’s a bitch and a sadist, but I love her. 

Any/all the people I ship romantically with this character: The one and only, his majesty the Dark Lord himself. 

My favorite non-romantic relationship for this character: Rodolphus, he’s her only friend.  Also, sad HC: Bella was very close to Andromeda until she got too involved with Voldemort and his cause, and they drifted apart. No one wept harder than Bella after Andy left, and it was her who spent days banging on the Tonks’ door to let them speak to her. Voldy could squeeze tears out of his shirt after she fell asleep crying about it. 

My unpopular opinion about this character: Again, not sure about unpopular.  I believe she suffers from genuine mental illness that tortures her a lot and makes her life (and her shared life with Voldemort too) very hard. Also I find her more self-doubting and reserved than most authors, hard working and largely indifferent to people who aren’t Voldemort. 

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: Actual romantic scene would have been nice, but HE SCREAMED after all. Let’s not ask for too much. 

Favorite friendship for this character: Rodolphus and Andromeda. Recently I’ve started Brotp-ing Sirius with Bella too, before they parted ways. 

My crossover ship: I don’t really have any other fandoms, but I have been exploring the world of the Witcher as of late, so I’d love a showdown between Bella and Yen. It’d be so hot.

Well, this was fun! Thanks, @bellamort1993 for sending the ask. I have this feeling that I’ve replied to this before, but for some reason it’s still in my drafts, so I’m posting it. If you’ve seen it before, I apologise for bothering you... 

#ask meme #ship meme #bellamort1993 #bellamort #bellatrix lestrange #voldemort #hp #hp headcanons

[mpregharryqueen]

Harry’s omeganist friends host a pregnancy blessing for him and Louis is a forced participant [Part 2]

But, of course, Louis already knew. He said he could smell it on him and he was waiting for Harry to catch the hint. A few days later, Harry’s doctor confirmed it and Harry felt...just...elated. Louis and he had cried so much they had headaches afterwards.

When they got home, Louis insisted that Harry take a nap. Louis had always been very over protective of Harry, taking offense to things said to Harry more than Harry did. And Harry knew it was only going to get worse now.

“When should we tell everyone?” Harry asks as he rubs his tummy soothingly.

“Not anytime soon. We’re going to wait until after you’re out of your first trimester.”

“But that’s still several weeks away,” Harry slurred as he felt his eyes begin to shut, pleased with himself for pleasing Louis.

Louis smiled, “I know, love, but i want this to be our secret for just a bit long. I want your pregnancy to myself, to us.”

Harry smiled as fell asleep.

————

“Hello, dear,” Bree answered after the second ring.

“So, I have some very exciting news.”

“You and Louis are having a threesome? Make sure it’s with another alpha and not another omega. We don’t want Louis getting too arrogant.”

“Umm,no, never... it’s quite different, actually.”

“Well, do tell!”

He could hear Bree turning a sink on and speaking much louder as a result. Harry pulled the phone away from his ear.

“Umm..,” Harry laughed. “I’m...” Harry couldn’t help the squeak that came out, “pregnant!”

“Oh my god! oh my god!” Bree cheered.

“Does Louis know?”

“Obviously he knows! I wouldn’t be telling you if he didn’t,” Harry stumbled quickly, “no offense.”

“None taken,” she laughed. “Awww, dear, you’re going to be such a great parent. The absolute best.”

Harry couldn’t help himself from tearing up, “I hope so.”

It got quiet for a while after Bree cooed for a bit. Then she perked up again almost instantly.

“Harry! Please let have a blessing party. I’ll bless the pregnancy and we will have a whole ceremony at your place.”

“Really?” Harry asked excitedly.

Bree was a certified doula with an extensive knowledge on alternative medical practices for omegas. She had taken so many courses that Harry always called for anything slightly wrong with him.

“Yes! Absolutely, we’ll have the gang all over. David, Margaret, Matty, Priscilla.”

“Oh, alright,” Harry blusher as he rubbed his stomach.

Bree clicked her tongue as the sound of scrummaging made it to Harry’s end, “Now I’ll need to do it when you’re eight months along. How far are you?”

Harry coughed, “about thirteen weeks.”

“You’re already on your second trimester and you didn’t care to tell me? What the fuck?”

“I wanted it to be safe. Besides, Louis and I wanted to keep it a secret for a while. I’ve been really exhausted and I just cried constantly and —”

“Babe, you’re rambling and it’s not making any sense.”

“Okay, well, I’m sorry.” Harry sighed. He rubbed his tummy for good measure.

“You should be.”

“No, I actually shouldn’t. I’m allowed to keep my pregnancy a secret.”

Bree laughed, “good for you.”

“Listen, Lou is going to be home soon. I’ll talk to you later,” Harry smiled.

_______________

20 weeks later

Harry rubbed his stomach as he felt another wave of gas coming. He knew it was gross but he couldn’t stop it and his back was sore and he just wanted to be home. Louis always rubbed his feet and ankles and made him moan with the ability to finally relax.

Eventually, Harry gave up the fight and left work early. His alpha boss looked at him pitifully and told him to go home. He knew he wasn’t helping the omega cause by leaving working early but he figured that would just have to be that. He didn’t care if the alphas in his office complained about special privileges, his ankles were swollen and he smelled like death.

As soon as Harry finally got comfortable, with his feet elevated on a stack of pillows and his eyes closing involuntarily with exhaustion, his phone buzzed beside him. Fucking great.

Harry groaned, “‘ello?”

“Jeez, grouch,” Bree’s voice screamed into his ear. It sounded like she was driving in Hong Kong.

“I was about to fall asleep,” Harry moaned. He stretched his legs out on the couch. His belly blocking his view.

Bree ignored him, “okay, so, the ceremony,” Bree started. “I figured I’d arrive at your place around eight the night before. And I’ll get up early and start getting everything ready. I just want you to relax —”

“How can I relax when I’m about to have company?”

“—People will arrive around noon, we’ll all eat a little and then we’ll start the ceremony. You should probably eat early so you can get undressed before everyone’s finished.”

“Undressed?”

Harry didn’t know if the mic, or whatever it’s called, worked in his phone but Bree acted as though she couldn’t hear what he was saying.

“So, then we’ll walk outside where I’ll have the mud bath set up and you’ll get in there and rub your body with it and drink a cup of my homemade rose tea and we’ll speak a word of life.”

Harry felt himself drifiting again so he quickly thought of something to say, “And what will Louis be doing in all of this?”

“Sorry, this is an omegas only event.”

“No —no. Louis is this father of my child and I want him there.”

“An alpha presence is going to destroy the omega empowering energy.”

“Louis loves omega empowerment!”

Bree groaned loudly.

“Fine. Fine. Let an alpha enter our sacred space.”

“It’s going to be at my house? Where he lives? Where his scent and presence is everywhere?”

“That’s why I wanted it at my house!” Bree snapped.

Harry glared depsite Bree not being able to see it, “Well, I’m fucking eight months pregnant and I don’t want to drive for two hours!”

“Hmph. Anyways, I’ll end it here. See you Friday night.”

Harry hung up and threw his phone onto the coffee table. He decided he needed to rid himself of the anger by mediating. For a year.

——————

Louis brought Harry a mug full of warm water, honey, and a slice of lemon before placing Harry’s feet in his lap.

Harry moaned as Louis pressed into the balls of his feet, his thumbs rubbing into it. He loved Louis. He needed to suck his dick more.

“Now, why is Bree coming again?”

Louis loved Harry’s friends. He loved his friends...but he was funny about his house. Louis had admitted to Harry that he had warmed up to him unnaturally fast and that was part of the reason he knew Harry was the one for him. But while Harry was an extrovert who friended everyone he knew, Louis preferred a tight-knit group of friends. But even then, he was always hesitant about having them over. He was so private.

Harry had one time begged to host Louis’s friends over for his birthday and Louis him told him to: 1) leave people alone around Christmas time, they’re trying to be with their families and 2) he would prefer for Harry and him to spend Christmas Eve with his family. So, Harry trudged along to his in-laws house for a happy Christmas Eve meal while Harry cried in the bathroom because it was his first Christmas not spent with his mother. But that was a whole other thing.

Then, another time, Louis’s most anticipated football game was coming up and Harry wanted to have Louis’s friends over for a viewing part. He had even Pinterested football- shaped snacks and deserts. Louis had begged him not to do it, insisting he just wanted to watch the game with Harry. So, Harry spent a few minutes of the game kneeled on the floor between Louis’s legs with come dripping down his chin. But, again, that was a whole other thing.

“Oh, she’s coming for my omega blessing ceremony,” Harry said between sips.

Louis nodded slowly, “ohh. I see.”

“I’m not sure what she’s going to make you do, but don’t worry, I’m supposed to be naked in a mud bath.”

“Wait, what?” Louis laughed.

“It’s supposed to nourish my skin and calm the baby down,” Harry giggled.

“No, that’s all fine and well, but what do you mean I’m ‘doing’ something?”

Louis continued to rub his feet, as Harry tried to remain clear-headed enough to respond: “for the blessing. For our baby.”

“I thought it was just for you and your friends?”

Harry pouted, “I wanted you there.”

And that was all it took for Louis to resign himself to the fact that he was going to be at Harry’s hippie essential oil bath bomb flower fest thing.

#mpreg harry #alpha louis #omega harry #part 2 #tumblr fic

[coatl-cuddles]

So I read the new chapter and holy shit

Currently don't have access discord so I figured I'd ramble here cause I don't want to wait ;0;

The new chapter,,,,, what- the fuck?? Like- it's not a BAD wtf but I definitely have mixed opinions. But for the most part I'm excited. Aight so break down

Gurens betraying everyone what a surprise

It's almost like it was predictable!

Anyways rip mika no one ever believes you

Sun God Aten and Mikaela! Ngl I'm pumped depsite the amount of new fucking name drops we've had in the past 5 chapters. but what fucking Mikaela??? Ferid or Mika? Also who TF is Aten. Is it one of the Seraphs in the facility (Shinoa confirmed there's more than one when they entered) or is it one of out main characters who's ALSO a seraph???????

Honestly I couldnt care less about Asura but I like the explanation for demons and how they're all the failed attempts of people being used to control the seraphs. But what about the blood thing? Is Asura a demon? A vampire? What healed him? Was it Yuu or Shikama that lead to him being healed?

What the fuck was that thing in the hellscape. It looked like a god damn amoeba tf kagami why

What the fuck are Urd and Rigr doing? Like are they just there for a cameo or are they actually helping???? I thought they split into different views and were fighting over whether Seraphs should be dabbled with. Or at least for that short bit in the manga where Urd wanted all the experiments dead. Why are they both helping? I wanna have some on screen character development even if it's just a side character :'0!!! Cause I like the idea of two brothers splitting apart due to their views and having to go again each other for their own morals. I know this is in the past and that the two are together, but I want to know what happened that made them hate each other

Where the fuck is Mika during the battle against Shikama? If he's this big and powerful being that he's lumped together with a SUN GOD then why did Shikama take off without even acknowledging he was there? Isn't Shikama interested in the seraphs? Is he actually interested in the experiments anymore or is there just a blood feud between him and Rigr now?

MAMA KRUL IS COMING FINALLY THANK THE LORD

No but seriously where's Mika

nO BUT SERIOUSLY WHERE'S MITSUBA???? YOICHI? KIMI?? you can't tell me they have no idea what's going on? Shikama was just on a rampage don't tell me they didn't hear the screams? Please let my babies come join the battle!!!!

Shinoa is still being used as a vessel;;;; I want my gurl back qnq

Is Guren betraying Everyone or just the squad? Like is he working with the hyak sect or is going to do his own thing? Ik krul and mahiru worked together but is Guren actually taking up that shit. Did no one learn that "hey that might be a bad idea?"

All in all it was a good chapter and ferid's still laying in a pool of his own blood so I'm happy. I just hope we get some answers soon. It's been so long since any conflicts or huge questions about the main characters that rose have been answered. I'm biased and hate Guren so I don't really care too much about him. But I really want to know what the actual experiment is right now. Cause at first I thought it was to kill the vamps, then I thought it was to kill other rogue Seraphs/angels, and now I have nO FUCKING CLUE AS TO WHATS GOING ON---

Anyways very good chapter and kagami give us Seraph Mika soon please I fucking bEG

#spoilers #ch 79 #owari no seraph #owari no seraph spoilers #seraph of the end

[serak-sarak-meta-sarahk]

I am not mad at my bio mom

In 2016 or 2015, we decided we would take it slow

With me getting partially spaced therapy still.

There would be some childhood days id get rememberance forgotten therapy every three minutes that I slipped out of white accent so I would forget the trauma of learning white accent

I never struggle when I see my mom to just pick up for the stress of her life. I only ever feel like happy crying if I see her or stunned obviously at how fine she looks. But I don't cry because we might only 30 minutes. So I can spend 5 of that crying. And 5 of it recovering from that or stress out about how everyone looks. Or I can just know my mom is my mom depsite anything else anyone is trying to make me believe when I see her.

I did creep on her name when she was running Plycem-Allura because the picture was off. It was grandma renesmes picture. I did start getting extremely confused at that time but I hadn't even gotten glasses yet.

But I was still like that woman is shit famous I don't wanna creep her life running a company with my dad's lineal with how not stalking and anti trafficking they are.

But I started learning voices. So that I didn't have adverse reactions to seeing my family.

When we were living in Dallas I would cry if pepaw or anyone came out of a room. That one was so fucked up.

I obviously cried at Ernie Ern Ern like a fucking baby. I was done crying by the time I got to pepaw. I forgot he left to go driving with black hair, still. Died it white to look kike his hair hair turned came back raised me like that with white hair as well. Then he pops up in there like a badass. I sah "wow ernie is such a badass." Turn start bawling and Then I turn around to a therapy.

I've been grasping onto people in stores and just trying to go with it. I was told as a kid it was going to get super fucked up but help the world.

That's why I do that creepy straighten out but don't cry when i see my mom. Because when I was a kid she told me "in the future we might not know of we have 30 minutes or forever from there." For us to get optimal normal time, just don't cry and believe her when I see her texture hair. Because she could be helping me get hair stuff or hair ties or whatever. We were gonna just attempt to turn it into a normal day from each point I saw her and I could ask her anything I still believed after 5 minutes.

Normally once 5 minutes is up, I just hate having to psychologically go through it again and i get upset at myself for having to re remember or anything i was convinced of in the mesn time lineal wise, but I believe them and get as much time as possible from remembering before I believed people back to the grammys or techno Eva Mendes or whatever. Whatever spaced out memories I have from in between childhood to whenever we go back to trying to live or consistant see. The next time, I just take whatever I can remember from the spaced out experiences and just replace that whatever I was convinced of and pretend I never believed anyone telling me that. Gran Dashing goes and stays with us. Literally until we get found. But it's okay.

It is very difficult the way that I would get spoken at at home but I would yell to call explain why if she was my mom it'd be wrong and i didnt like it often. How she was not a mother and a mother wouldn't do the sexual guiding to their own biological child. Etc. I personally thought it was always a gold digger situation where for 20 years while we were kids my mom was like "fine you want my kids so bad, I'll raise then from around the corner so we can chill as adults."

I don't even tell people how often I slept between my mom, dad and even sometimes OJ snugglng my dad in Florida

[my-yesterdays87]

Golden Summertime

It's a hot day in August and Malec spend some quality time with their kids on a remote beach. #because I am in love with the Lightwood-Bane family #mortal!Alec (not a fan, but oh sweet pain) #malecWedding

HAPPY PRIDE MONTH ❤🧡💛💚💙💜

“How does it feel to wake up next to your husband on the very first day of beeing married?“

This is a question Alexander Lightwood-Bane had never asked himself - really. The truth was, he had woken up to Magnus Lightwood-Bane, Magnus Bane then, for the past 30 years. He was used to early mornings, with their sons barging in or an emergency for either Magnus or him to handle and lazy mornings, when he and Magnus had all the time in the world to just stay comfortably in bed, entangled into each other.

Now, in his early 50′s, beeing married to the man he woke up in bed with, was not different, yet something completely new at the same time.

Magnus’ fingers were stripped of his variety of rings, on his right hand the M- and the B-ring remaining, on his left his wedding-ring. A simple golden band, an exact replica of the one on Alec’s left ring finger. His closed eyelids were still covered in golden glitter and the long lashes dyed a deep blue.

Warlock Blue and Shadowhunter Gold had been their colour scheme for the wedding, as Magnus had put it. (Isabelle had to convince Alec, that a colour scheme was indeed necessary.) And thus, Alec had worn a golden tuxedo with blue detailing and Magnus had chosen a blue tuxedo-ish attire with golden adornments. His black hair with golden highlights provided a lovely contrast to Alec’s black hair, streaked with grey.

Their sons Max, dressed in gold, and Rafe, wearing blue, had been the ones choosing a remote beach somewhere in Argentinia for their fathers’ wedding/honeymoon. Both men in their mid 20′s, had been waiting for this day with eager excitement and as it turned out, pre-planned wedding arrangements. Right now both of them were still fast asleep in the living room downstairs.

Alec ran his hand through his husband’s messy hair, as he reminisced about their wedding only a few hours ago.

About his mother and Luke, both looking stunning in their respective colours underlining their white hair, and how Maryse had cried while leading Alec to the altar and the proud look on Luke’s face, as he congratulated them afterwards.

About his siblings, throwing him a bachelor party the day before, and how Max had still looked like it, while Isabelle shone in her golden dress adorned with blue lace. An empty seat where Jace would have been, hadn’t he been killed 3 years prior.

About their “niece“ Madzie, grown into a beautiful young woman by now and about the strange comparison of those who had aged through the years and those, like Catarina, Raphael, Simon and Dorothea, who still looked as young as his husband did.

Magnus smiled in his sleep, moving closer into him.

He had noticed all these people and little details afterwards, when his heartbeat had slowed down and he was able to breath again. The moments of the actual wedding were like a blur of dark brown eyes and gold and blue. Magnus face had been the only thing he had really SEEN then. The way he had changed and still looked the same as those precious years that lay behind them. Their hands lying calm and tender in each others and their eyes never leaving each others face. Their alliance rune beeing re-drawn by Clary instead of a wedding rune and the spell that bound them together as one. The small golden band on their ringfingers and the kiss - a day as a momento that proved what they had known all along.

“Good morning, Alexander.“, Magnus’ sleepy voice interrupted his thoughts.

“Good Morning.”, Alec replied tenderly, his fingers still in Magnus hair.

“Are you okay?“, he asked, intertwining their left hands with some effort.

“Why wouldn’t I be?“, Alec answered, smiling down at their ringed fingers.

“You looked sad just now.“, Magnus clearified, moving closer, until their foreheads touched. “What did you think about?“

Alec smiled, almost convincing. “About us.“, he said, closing his eyes. “About our wedding, our sons, our life together.“

Alec opened his eyes again, gently squeezing their intertwined hands. “How lucky I am to have met you and have been able to marry you before I die.“

Alec’s voice was sincere and soft, without distress. While Magnus’ felt his eyes water, closing them again to numb the ache in his chest, that was there whenever Alexander talked about his certain death.

Magnus opened his eyes again, when he felt Alec’s lips brushing against his, granting him access to his mouth, loosing himself in the shadowhunter’s touch.

“Let’s enjoy our honeymoon and the time with the boys.“, Alec said, smiling against his lips, when both of them moved closer into each other, depsite the warmth promised by the approaching daylight.

“I love you, Alexander.“, Magnus told him, before kissing him again, not letting him answer for the time it took to let them get out of breath. “I love you, too.“

***

Max was already preparing breakfast, while Rafe sat the table on the patio, when the newly weds came down into the kitchen - two hours later.

“Good Morning.“, they greated each other with wide smiles.

Settling into a morning routine that had been there and gone for about the same amount of time. Yet they still gathered around the table as if no time had passed at all.

“There is an antique shop and a really old gothically cathedral in the vicinity we want to show you.“, Rafe told his parents, after everyone was done chattering about during their first coffee. “And we will have a secluded corner of the near beach to ourselves during lunch. Just the immediate family coming together.“, the young shadowhunter continued, seemingly reading from a mental list. “And then we can relax on the beach or take a tour around the island in a boat, whatever you like best and...“

“Rafe... It’s their day. Not yours!“, his younger brother interrupted him. “I told you, we are planning the wedding not the honeymoon.“ Max glared at his brother, which looked far more dangerous than it was, given he had two white horns on his blue forehead. He looked a lot like a mix of young Alec and Magnus when he was in public, glamouring his blue self with a shade of Magnus’ skin and features and Alec’s former hair- and eye-colour.

“It’s alright, Blueberry.“, Magnus soothed the young warlock. “We’d like to tag along.“

“And there is a special suprise for the evening.“, Rafe continued confidently, shooting a superior grin at his brother.

“Are you going to behave like children all day long?“, Alec interrupted their starring contest, sipping his second cup of coffee.

“No.“, both men declaired in voices, that made Magnus burst out laughing.

“But we should have been kids.“, Max added in a voice, that sounded almost sad. “We should have been almost to young to remember, when you should have been able to marry.“

Alec reached across the table, ruffling his son’s dark blue hair. It had always been harder on their kids, seeing them remain engaged for almost two decades.

“But we like you beeing able to remember it.“, Magnus said with a wink, placing his hand on Alec’s, which had remained on top of the table, intertwining their fingers.

Both men smiled at each other and their sons kept quiet. Treasuring the moment with the knowledge, that only two of them would be able to keep the memories alive.

***

The antique shop had been a sucess and thus cause for Magnus to create a portal to get everything home without further ado. The cathedral had been crowded with people, leading the family to take a rest amidst the local graveyard’s peaceful silence.

A well-needed break, it turned out, for the gathering of their immediate family around lunchtime, because everyone was still abuzz. Magnus enjoyed the excitement, while Alec used the first chance he got to fade into the background, to chat with his oldest son. Rafe had most recently become a teacher at the Shadowhunter Academy and was eager to keep his father up to date, since he had retiered from active shadowhunter duty for a well-deserved while now.

Their boat trip was joined by their family as well, like Rafe had anticipated, knowing them for most of his life. Among their group, Magnus’ and Alec’s visual age difference was almost unimposing, leading them to treat each other carefree with lingering glances and soft touches. That however changed, when Rafe and Max introduced them to their evening suprise. The “Moonlit Bar” with plenty of room to sit and talk under the moonlit sky.

“There is no pool table, but otherwise it is perfect, isn’t it?“, Rafe asked with shining eyes.

“Raphael Santiago Lightwood-Bane, you never seize to amaze us.“, Magnus declared, hugging his son close. Max and Alec supressed their laughter, because meanwhile a waiter had shown up to lead them to their table.

The family was seated in the corner with the best view over the ocean and up at the moon and stars. The food was delicious and everything went on smoothly, until a drunken guest took offense in the way Alec looked at Magnus.

“Ya shou fuck som’on ur own age, gran’pa.“, he slurred, causing Alec to look up at him with a deadly glare. The fighter inside of him ready to jump by force of habbit, but the younger shadowhunter got to the man first. A right hook sending the drunkard to his knees.

“Rafe.“, both Alec and Magnus shouted.

“You are not gonna talk to my fathers like this.“, he drowned them out, kneeling down beside the man who had toppled over on the side.

When he was about to give they guy another punch, Magnus cought his fist midair.

“That’s enough, Rafael.“, he said in the voice he used to teach his children manners.

Rafe stood, while turning around to face his father. They were nearly the same hight and visual age and glared at each other a long while. The dunkard crawling backwards on the ground, not noticing that they had already attracted attention.

“Papa, you heard him insult Dad and just sat there doing nothing?“, Rafe asked, still in rage.

“I heard him, Rafael.“, Magnus agreed, much calmer than his son. “This is not the first time this happend and it won’t be the last.“, the warlock clarified. “But this does not mean that we are going to sit at home and hide from the world or get into useless fights.“

Rafe looked at him, thunderstruck.

“Sit down.“, came Alec’s voice from the table. “You are attrackting unnessecary attention.“

Max looked at them in confusion.

“Why don’t you use glamour to make Daddy look your age?“, he suggested in a low voice, while Magnus and Rafe took their places, earning a faint smile from Alec.

“Why bother what other people think.“, Alec explained with a look in his eyes that reflected his age. “We are who we are and we can’t change that. We are just going to make the best of it.“

He smiled at Magnus, taking his hand on top of the table.

“You remembered what I told you on our first date.“, Magnus said, tense but smiling and intertwined their fingers for the kiss they did not exchange.

Max, on the other hand, exchanged a look with his older brother. Both men feeling stupid for assuming that everyone would look at Magnus and Alec and see their unwavering love for each other, instead of a 50-something year old man in love with a barely 30-year old looking man.

“I am sorry.”, Rafe said, bowing his head to them.

“Don’t be.“, Alec responded immediately, cupping his sons cheek with his free hand.

“Believe me, I would like to punch every single one of them... but in the end it wouldn’t make a difference in their eyes. They’d just mark us down as violent for getting defensive of who we are.“

“It’s like a million little papercuts.“, Max said, remembering. “That’s what you told aunt Izzy once.“

Magnus closed his eyes, remembering that conversation, which still hurt him to his very core... But was interrupted by a stern voice asking them to leave. He stood without letting the owner finish, turning around with an everlasting grace.

“You’d be well advised to expel drunk troublemakers from this establishment rather than a decent family trying to celebrate a joyous event.“, he said to the man in front of him, but loud enough for everyone to hear. “Loving someone is not something to apologize for, insulting someone is!“

Magnus turned on his heals, realizing that his family already stood behind him and they walked outside the door, without paying attention to the murmur that Magnus’ words had triggered. Down the beach to their house, without another word beeing uttered between them, Alec’s hand firm but tender in his grip.

***

Rafe had begged their forgiveness repeatedly upon arriving at their temporary home, leading Magnus and Alec to tell them a few more stories about their life together before they had adopted Max and subsequently Rafe, while having drinks on their patio. Trying to give their sons a better understanding of what the world outside of their family and friends looked like for a gay/bi-couple, with an age-difference of 20 years and counting no less.

The August summer night turned to an early morning, and Alec and Magnus, beeing married for a full day by then, retired to their room. Not bothering to dress after undressing and slipped under the golden sheets.

Magnus caressed Alec’s cheek tenderly, after they had settled into the bed.

“I love you, Alexander.“, he whispered. “And no amount of time will change that.“

Alec smiled, closing his eyes and leaned into his husband’s touch. “I love you, too.“

Their lips met again for a soft kiss goodnight, before Magnus closed his eyes as well. Falling asleep, soothed by each other’s presence.

“How does it feel to fall asleep next to your husband on the very first day of beeing married?“

The answer to the question Alexander Lightwood-Bane had never had to ask himself, will remain the same, if it is the first day or the last to wake up or fall asleep next to the man he loved. The knowledge of sharing a bed, a love and a life with Magnus Lightwood-Bane was the constant joy from the beginning until the end of every waking hour.

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