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wjhik · 9 months

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Pussy (Jude Bellingham)

A/N: Angsty one

Warnings: Slightly toxic jude; pushy reader; very light injury

Y/N's POV:

Jude knows I'm not a virgin. Him and I were best friends for so long, but we got romantic, technically more confused, about 2 months ago. I kissed him on a drunken night, and then he stayed the night with me. Not sleeping with me though. Then he popped the 'what are we' question. I've liked Jude for a while, but I can't help but feel like he doesn't feel the same way. He's not that romantic with me. He doesn't want to take me on dates or get me flowers, but he always wants to be touching me or have me touching him. He never calls me his, but never lets anyone near me. I've asked him about a relationship, and he explained to me how he moves around too much, and he only wants the best for me. I understand where he's coming from. If he just wants to stay friends, I get that. Even if he just thinks of me as a bootycall, I get that. At this point, I don't even know what he wants. He refuses to have sex with me.

Jude is sitting with me on my couch. He has his head on my chest and my hands are running through his hair. I've been staring at the back of his head for the past 5 minutes, contemplating our relationship. My train of thoughts is interrupted by Jude asking me the time. "8:32. Why?" I ask him. "I'm gonna go out with the boys at 9:30. I think they're bringing the girls, too. You're welcome to come." He tells me. Jude had his friend group and I had mine. Him and I have known each other forever, but we introduced our friends to each other a few years ago. We all turned into one huge friend group, some of my friends dating his, so our hangouts are usually quite fun for both of us. "Yeah, I'll come. Let me get ready."

"Hey, babes. You coming out today? Did Jude tell you?" Milly asks me. I put my phone on speaker phone and continue doing my makeup. "Yeah, he told me. I'm getting ready now." I tell her, brushing my cheeks with a rosy pink. "Alright. Need a ride? Jane and I are sharing an Uber. Want to share with us?" She asks me. "Nah, it's alright. I'm coming with Jude." I reply. "Ooohh. Juju's bringing his missus?" Jane, in the background, says in a singsongy tone. She's obviously already begun her drinking for the night. "Yeah, yeah. Whatever. See you lot there. Love ya's" I tell them, hanging up.

"Ready? Whoa." Jude says, looking up from his phone, leaning against the door frame. He walks over to me and wraps his arms around my waist, his face in the crook of the neck and swaying us back and forth. "You look and smell amazing, love." He says, placing a light kiss on my neck. I can feel my stomach doing somersaults. This is the most affection Jude has given me basically ever. "We should go." He says, pulling away from me. I immediately feel cold when he leaves me, and I don't think it's because of my barely-there dress that I have on.

"A round of tequila shots for the table, please!" Maya orders for the table. "Sooo..." Milly says, nudging me. "So, what?" I know what. She's going to ask me what Jude and I are and then get disappointed by my answer. "You know what, Y/N!" Jane says before going to take a sip of her boyfriend's drink (which she's drinking due to the ban on her buying one for herself), which is quickly snatched away from her. She pouts at him, and he explains how he'd like to see her alive by the end of the night. Those two bicker like an old married couple. It's more adorable than anything. "Yeah, yeah. Whatever, Josaiah. Anyways, how are you and Jude??" Jane says, brushing her boyfriend off her. "Same old..." I say, disappointedly stirring my martini. "You guys haven't even had sex yet? After he dragged you out of the club last weekend for dancing on that guy, I thought you would for sure get a good fucking." Milly says, shocked. "I thought so too, but apparently not. He just gave me a lecture about how 'guys can be dangerous' and how I should be more responsible." I say, finger quoting him. "Literally, who the fuck is this guy?" Phoenix chimes in, dropping the shots she received from the bar on the table."He's always loving on you and shit. Why can't he just commit?" She says frustratedly. She gets more angry about how guys treat me than I do. She's always been super protective of her girls. "He's not even worth your stress. Bottoms up." Milly says, passing out the shots to everyone, not including Jane to avoid an earful from her boyfriend.

"What are you pretty ladies up to?" I look back to where the voice came from. I see Jude and Alex standing there with their drink in hand, not paying a single ounce of attention to me. "Hey, baby." Phoenix replies, avoiding eye contact with Jude, still upset at his treatment toward me. Alex walks up to his girl, placing a hand on Phoenix's shoulder, giving her a kiss. Gets up to sit with her boyfriend on the other table. Alex takes this opportunity to sit next to Phoenix. Jude, however, continues looking for a seat. I make some space next to me and call out to him. He locks eyes with me and I pat the booth chair. Jude sits down and scoots next to me. I look around me to see all the happy couples loving on each other. Jude is talking to Toby when I cling onto his arm like a baby koala.

"Jude!! Come dance with me!!" I say, high on adrenaline. All of a sudden, this sad night turned into a very fun one. The DJ played some of our favorite songs and my girls pushed me to dance with them. With enough alcohol in my veins to keep me confident, I agree and I'm having so much fun. Jude shakes his head at me, sipping on his drink. I roll my eyes and walk over to him. I grab his hand and pull him. He leaves his drink and friends behind as he resistingly walks with me. I start dancing with him, and it gets a little more heated than expected. He has his hands on my hips, damn near at my ass, and my arms are slung around his shoulder. I move my hand to his face and he looks away from me. I grab his face with both my hands and make him face me. We lock eyes and I kiss him. At first, he's timid and resistant, but after a while he eases into him. I hear a few shouts and catcalls from his friends before I decide it's time to go. I'm sick of this playing around shit. I'm going to get what I want from him today. What we both want.

I push him against the door and kiss him hard. His hands are hovering over my ass, but not touching. What is this guy so scared of? I break the kiss and reach behind me. I keep eye contact with him and grab his hands and put them firm on my ass. "Mhh...Y/N, we shouldn't..." He moans into my mouth. "Why not?" I say, grinding against him. He pushes my hands off him and grabs me. He kneels down to my eye level. "You're drunk." I sneak a light kiss on his lips. "I'm not. And neither are you. Don't be a pussy." One thing about Jude is that he doesn't get mad, but when he does, he is scary. He's a 6'2 professional athlete. As gentle as he is, he can hurt you if he wants to. One thing you never want to call Jude Bellingham is a coward.

I can see Jude's eyes go dark as that leaves my mouth. I know it was a bad idea, but I need a reaction from him. He flips me over and slams me against the wall I had him pinned against just a second ago. I hit my head relatively hard against the wall. I look away from him and the back of my head with my hand. This is quickly stopped with Jude's hand being wrapped tightly around my throat. The breath is stolen away by him. This isn't the reaction I expected, but it's better than nothing. "Say that shit again. I dare you." He says. My hands are pulling at his much bigger ones around my neck. "You're. A fucking. Pussy." I say, in between gasps for breath. Jude's grip tightens around my neck. He pulls me towards his face. I feel his breath fanning against my face. I see something in his eyes that I can't identify. He lets me go roughly, making me hit my head again. That was really aggressive, but maybe he just likes it like that. I don't mind. I look up at him, his eyes much softer now.

I lead Jude into my bedroom after that very rough interaction. I sit him down on my bed and get on top of him. "I'm sorry." I tell him. Maybe I went too far. I shouldn't play about stuff like that. Jude starts loving on me and apologizing. He's kissing my neck. "Mhh. It's okay. I liked it." I mean, I didn't love it, but it's Jude, so it's okay. I take off my dress and go in to kiss him. I feel him get hard underneath me. That's a good sign. He bucks up into me as I kiss his neck. I take off his shirt. He has his hands spread out, not touching me. Normally he's all over me. Maybe he's not like that while having sex. I start grinding on him and he's letting me, but still not touching me. I feel his semi go completely soft. What happened? Maybe I should suck him off. Guys like that.

I unbutton his pants and slip them off. I reach for his dick and squeeze it. "Y/N." Jude says in a serious tone. I continue stroking him through his underwear. "Y/N." I hear again. "What, Jude? What is it??" I ask him, desperately. I pull my hands away from him. "We shouldn't do this. You're drunk." He says. What is wrong with this guy? I'm barely tipsy. He's so open to shut me down when I want something, regardless of how I feel, so if he doesn't want this he can just say it. "Jude. I am fucking sober and we both know that!" I yell at him. How come the one time he needs to shut me down and shut me out he can't. Jude quickly jerks me off him, leaving me to fall to the bed, hitting my head on the headboard. "Fuck!! What is your fucking problem?!" I ask, rubbing my head. I basically have a concussion at this point.

Jude's POV:

How do I tell my best friend that I'm madly in love with that I'm scared to have sex with her? Not because of her or anything she's like, but I don't want to hurt her. Not emotionally. I would be the best boyfriend to her. No one could treat her better than me. Physically. She's so small, and I'm so...not. I get up, ignoring her cries of pain. I walk around the room to find my shirt. "Jude!! I'm talking to you!" I hear from behind me. Why does she have to make this so hard? Just let me leave without a fight. "Why won't you fuck me?! Or date me?! Or anything?! Man, all you fucking guys are the same! You take what you want and then leave before you get too fucking scared!" Ouch. Her voice sounds shaky. I hope she's not crying. I finish buttoning my shirt and grab my pants. "Jude, please..." She sounds scared. I finish putting my pants on and grab my shoes. I sit down at the end of her bed where she lies. "You're a fucking pussy." Does this girl not learn? I finish putting on my shoes. "Why can't you get it in your fucking brain that I don't want to hurt you? I've seen what guys have done to you. Who's going to be your Jude when I do that to you? That's why I won't date you. And I won't fuck you because I'm me and you're you. You were wrecked every time your 5'6 whiteboy would fuck you. Crying to me about how your legs, and your back, and your arms, and whatever the fuck else. I'm not going to be the one to do that. Not to you." I look down at her as I stand up from my place on the bed. She looks crushed, tears running down her face.

Y/N's POV:

Wow. I am an asshole. I see Jude's remorseful but exhausted face. I don't even realize that I'm crying. "I'm so sorry, Juju." I say, reaching for his hand. He sits down next to me. I tuck myself into his chest and he rubs my head, where he hurt me multiple times. As I start to doze off, I feel Jude getting up. "Where are you going?" I ask him. He walks out the bedroom door. I quickly get up and put on my robe and house slippers. I see Jude at my front door with his hand on the doorknob "Jude?" I ask him. Without even looking back at me, he turns the knob and walks out. Wow. Maybe I wasn't wrong about him.

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mommieswithmuscles · 3 months

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Free Palestine, don't support Neil

Title: Sugar Free (2)

Please read part one for context, future parts will have the previous chapter tagged for easier navigation.

It takes a while, but you get Abby talking. You find out she collects old world quarters, and enjoys scenery. Had she been born in the old world, she thinks she would be a photographer, or maybe a nature documenter. And she has much more pride than Ellie.

"How long did it take you to build yourself like that?" You drape your hand across her bicep upon returning to the bakery. She wheeled the breakfast load for you, even helped you unload it.

"About four years. I think." She flexes when you let go. "Why? Jealous?" Abby's a tease, you note. A challenge. And who doesn't like friendly competition?

"Very jealous. A beautiful girl with stunning muscles wanders into my shop, what else do I do other than stare?"

"It's technically not a shop because you don't sell anything," Abby snarks.

"Who says I don't?" Her brow quirks.

"What could you possibly mean by that?"

"If someone wants something extra, outside the community allowance, there has to be an exchange. Can't be out here overexpending resources." You take a step into her space. Abby stays planted.

"Get to the point, you're talking in circles."

"Maria supplies me with ammo, Jesse gets me fuel, and Ellie keeps me company. Everything has a price." Abby frowns, confused.

"You're so lonely you bake for interaction?"

"Yeah. I work before dawn until after dusk every day to help keep the community nourished. Hard to leave. Ellie usually has dinner with me so I can send her home with midnight snacks."

Abby watches you work the new batch. Watches the way your forearms and fingers flex as the dough gets harder to knead. She hands you the pans to let the dough rest before you can continue to bake it. She sets the time on the little kitchen timer Dina found on a run.

"How long have you been in Jackson?"

"Almost four years. I got here not too long before Ellie and Joel. How long were you with the WLF?"

"........About....." you watch her think, "four years."

"Why did you leave?"

"I didn't believe in the same ideals of my leader. After I learned what he was doing to a nearby community, I couldn't stay. The Seraphites only want to survive like everyone else."

"Who were you with before?"

"Hey, my turn to ask. How did you end up here?"

"My community was very small. It was taken out by some raiders." Abby tucks your hair behind your ear. "Your turn to answer."

"I was a Firefly." You pull a tag out of your pocket.

"Do you know who this is?" Abby takes it, inspecting the name.

"We met briefly. She worked with my dad. Where did you get this?" She gives you back the tag.

"She was my mom. Tommy brought this back after Joel told him what happened. I don't have many details, but I don't blame Joel. He was protecting his daughter. After the disbanding, I joined my dad with a small group of survivors. He's the only reason I escaped." You pull out a second tag. She immediately recognizes the name engraved.

"Your parents are Firefly heroes, and their deaths-"

"Their deaths are stepping stones to where I need to be." You shut down the anger you see boiling in her. "You don't blame Joel, either."

"I used to. Until he saved me. I didn't even mean to find him, or this. I was trying to get as far from the WLF as I could get. Rumors of Firefly occupations all over the country but no actual evidence." She heaves a sigh. "And you have a point. Joel was just a father, and he did what he felt was the right way to protect his daughter. I can't fault him for it. My dad would have done the same."

"Jerry, right?" Her ears perk at his name. Her solemn demeanor changing slightly.

You bake until the load is ready. After the heavier conversation, you feel like you and Abby have a bond. You've known her for barely a day, and you've grown attached. Stupid, you think to yourself. You were better than this. More careful. You and Ellie fought like cats and dogs until one thing led to another.

You watch her muscles flex as she wheels the bread to the kitchen. "You really don't have to do that."

"I want to." Abby grins, plopping the finished dough in the pan to rest. "Why doesn't Dina tag along for your dates with Ellie?" You frown.

"What do you mean?"

"They're together aren't they?" Your ears start to ring. Is Ellie in a relationship? Does she like Dina more than she told you she did?

"I don't actually know. You would have to ask them." You take over the baking, needing a way to relieve the stress Abby just dropped on your shoulders.

"Hey beautiful!" Ellie skips over to you, dropping a gun on the sale counter. "Picked you up a new toy. All checked in and loaded up." You watch her tongue dart out and wet her lips. You subconsciously do the same thing. Ellie doesn't notice, but Abby does.

"That's mighty kind of you," your floury hand leaves white powder streaked on Ellie's hip as you retrieve the weapon. You were just cleaning up from the dinner batch when she came in.

"I'm going to head out now. Have a good night." Abby nods to you both.

"Wait!" You call her. Abby turns on her heel to look at you, her brow raised. "Stay. Have dinner with us."

It's not...... awkward, perse........ but you could tell they didn't like each other. The energy was buzzing with watchful eyes and sneaky glances.

The small talk seemed forced, but it was slowly starting to flow. Ellie dropped her walls first, your shoe trailing up her calf and back down. Your hand is resting on Abby's thigh in the booth you're seated into. Ellie is to your right, closest to the door. Abby is to your left, tucked between you and the wall.

"I'm full, and very-" Ellie cuts herself off with an obnoxious yawn, "tired after a long day's work. Goodnight," she salutes with two fingers. Abby nods, returning the pleasentry.

You take the dishes to the sink, Abby hovering behind you. "Are you guys....?" She laughs to herself. "Actually, nevermind. It's not my business."

"No, we're not a couple." You put your damp hand on her bicep. "Why? Jealous?" Her crossed arms tighten over her broad chest.

"What? No. You seem close, and you seemed upset when I brought up Ellie and Dina going out." You watch Abby's heavy shoulders shrug.

"We are close, but we aren't a couple. I'm unspoken for. Do you have anyone back there?"

"No. I haven't for a long time." She takes a step into your space. You take another half step towards her.

"You're standing pretty close."

"Does it bother you?" Abby sasses.

"Not a bit." You glance her up and down, eyes hooded. She watches you intently. "Where are you staying?"

"In the loft above the bar. Joel has me set up until I have a proper housing situation discussion. Why?"

"Come home with me," you offer.

Very slow updates. Palestine comes first. Sudan comes first. Yemen comes first. The Congo comes first. Don't bother interacting if you can't grasp the horrors in the world.

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ashwhowrites · 1 year

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Fluff! Hop's girlfriend is trying to teach Eleven how to cook. It's noisy. There are lots of yelps and clanging pans. He's watching and loving every second of it, but pretends to be napping whenever you look, because you two are bonding.

I SAW HOP AND I'M RUNNING WITH IT

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Y/N and Hopper have been together for about two years now. But only one year living together. And only one year of Eleven having someone new in her house.

Hopper was always worried that Y/N wouldn't have been ready to be with a man that had a child. He gets it. Not every woman is ready to help take care of a kid. But Y/N did it with the biggest smile. And Hopper has never seen El adore someone so much.

El loved having a woman figure in her life and around her home. She liked family dinners, movie nights, and crashing their dates.

And Y/N loved the little girl just as much, even if she wasn't so little. Y/N knew all about El's powers. Helping her whenever she needed. Especially when it was girl issues.

"BABE. I DON'T KNOW HOW TO ANSWER THIS!"

Hopper didn't handle El growing up too well so YN definitely stepped in to teach her everything.

One thing El wanted to learn was to cook. She still loved her waffles, no doubt, but Y/N always made the most delicious meals. And El hated she had to do it all by herself.

"can I help?" El asked quietly. Hopper was passed out on the couch, just a few feet away.

"of course Hun. Wash your hands first" Y/N instructed.

Even with powers to move things with your mind, El didn't quite have a grasp on objects.

"grab the red pan but be careful it's hea-" Y/N got interrupted as El dropped the huge pan. A huge banging noise echoed throughout the small cabin.

Y/N's eyes flashed to Hop, still dead asleep.

"I'm so sorry!" El apologized, going to pick up the pan

"it's fine. I swear he sleeps through everything" Y/N laughed as she helped her pick up the pan. El laughed too.

Quickly going back to learning the new recipe.

Hopper technically was asleep when Y/N started. But once El made her way into the kitchen, determination on her mind, he knew his sleep was gone.

He loved El but she wasn't quiet. He held in the laugh as she dropped the huge pan, shutting his eyes fast when Y/N looked over.

"it's fine. I swear he sleeps through everything"

He slowly creeped open one eye to see their backs to him. Giggling and laughing.

He watched Y/N pull up a chair for El to stand on, the chair scraping against the floor, instructing her she needed to see above the dish fully.

"I love your long hair El. It suits you very well" Y/N said kindly, mashing something in a bowl. The bowl smacked harshly into the counter.

"thanks! Dad thinks boys will like it too much, especially Mike." El flushed and giggled to herself. Moving butter into a pan, the knife scraping against the dish.

"don't listen to him. He's a grump" He watched as Y/N bumped her hip against El

A slight eye roll came from his end

"how are you and Mike?"

Now Hopper truly wished he was asleep. He did not need to hear this conversation.

"I don't know. He's busy and never makes time for me. Something about nan?"

"You'll learn El, but boys suck" Y/N joked. Instructing El throughout the next step

"but you love dad right?" El questioned

Hopper watched as Y/N began to turn her head, flashing his eyes closed in seconds.

"oh definitely. But he's a man and a good man. Mike is a teenage boy. They are different. But young or not, never let a male make you feel not worth it. You hear me? Or you dump his ass" Y/N said sternly.

Hopper watched as she pointed her finger in El's face. Hopper smiled hearing her say she loved him and tried to hide a chuckle as she instructed Mike is a dumb boy. He's been trying to tell El that for months.

"Dump his ass. Yeah" El nodded to herself, a proud smile on her face as she added cheese to what seemed to be a salad.

"and if dad ever makes you feel not worth it, you tell me. I'll handle him" El said, and there was no teasing in her voice.

Hopper wanted to laugh at her seriousness. But his heart warmed at the thought of her loving Y/N so much that she'd definitely handle Hopper no doubt

"oh definitely. My own personal super hero" Y/N whispered as she messed up El's hair with her hand.

Hopper smiled as the two girls smiled at each other. High fiving as they finished the meal.

"I think it's ready!" Y/N cheered.

"I'll bring it to the table" El cheered along. Stepping down from her chair and grasping the meal.

Walking slowly to the table, just inches away and she dropped it. The dish shattered and the food went everywhere.

She turned around red in the face

"oops" she shrugged

Y/N clasped her hands over her mouth as she laughed.

Knowing she wasn't mad El laughed with her.

"I knew that was gonna happen" Hopper muttered from the couch.

His two girls, what would he do without them

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bri-sonat · 11 months

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NSFW Questions About Gwen's Big Five - Part Six

Questions are taken from this. The original poster deactivated their account, so it's the reblog that is linked. All the questions are modified and some are removed (either because the question had already been answered or because it referred to hetero relations.)

NSFW Questions About Gwen's Big Five Masterlist

A team effort between @daydream-cement and I, as per usual. With the occasional assistance from my dear @na-shoba.

Would they have a problem with going down on someone if they hadn’t shaved their pubic hair?

Brienne: No, Brienne does not care.

Larissa: No, Larissa doesn’t care.

Lucifer: Nope. Come as you are, both literally and figuratively.

Phasma: Doesn’t care, pussy is pussy.

Miranda: She has no preference!

If they could give themselves head, would they?

Brienne: Yes. Just to see how it is.

Larissa: “No. My hands are enough for me.”

Lucifer: No. They prefer sex with partners.

Phasma: Fuck yeah. With all the compliments she has gotten on her head, she’d kill to be able to experience it.

Miranda: Probably once, just to check it out.

Booty or Boobs?

Brienne: Boobs.

Larissa: Booty.

Lucifer: All.

Phasma: Booty.

Miranda: Boobs.

Have they ever cheated on someone? (Why?)

Brienne: No, she has not and she never will. She loves her partner and will never stray.

Larissa: No way. Getting into a relationship with one person was hard enough, no need to add two to the mix.

Lucifer: No.

Phasma: She will not enter an exclusive relationship if she is not 100% sure that she is ready to commit. So once she is in a relationship, she will not stray. She may be evil, but she’s not an asshole.

Miranda: Welllllllllllll- Technically, yes? But the situation was convoluted. She knew it was wrong and wouldn’t do it again.

If they were the other sex for a day, what are five things they would do?

Brienne: Breathe, be tall without fearing comments, be a knight without fearing remarks, be able to feel safe late at night without fearing godless men, go have sex with a woman, just to experience it, without fearing discrimination or a hate crime.

Larissa: Truthfully, she would be very unhappy about it. She really enjoys being a woman, so the first thing she would do would be to shapeshift back into a woman.

Lucifer: “What a silly little question.”

Phasma: “All I can do as a man, I can do as a woman. I’d do nothing different than I do every day.”

Miranda: Masturbate for sure. Then maybe enjoy work as she wouldn’t be judged for her appearance, go out to the bars, walk around at night, and flirt with women, but by the end, she would want to be back in her body again.

Have they ever watched someone masturbate?

Brienne: It takes a few years for her to be comfortable with it, but if her partner would want her to watch she wouldn’t be opposed.

Larissa: Yes. It was a no-touching thing she did with a girlfriend in college and she loved it. She thought it was very teasing and hot.

Lucifer: They would happily watch their partner if they wanted.

Phasma: Yes. At her command.

Miranda: She would LOVE to watch her partner pleasure themself. She would find it to be so hot.

Has anyone ever watched them masturbate?

Brienne: No. And she wouldn’t feel comfortable doing it in front of anyone, she feels too vulnerable and exposed.

Larissa: Yes. She thought it was very hot and it led to amazing sex afterwards.

Lucifer: They might indulge a partner if they asked, but Lucifer wouldn’t think up this idea themself.

Phasma: No. No one gets to see her that unfortified and bare except for her romantic partner, of course. Her masturbation hours are for her only, she will let her romantic partner watch once or twice if they wished or as a teasing/punishment thing.

Miranda: No, but she would be open to it to tease her partner.

What is their method of masturbation? (ie. toys, clitorial)

Brienne: Fingers. She’ll cycle in between clitoral and g-spot stimulation. She started with clitoral but as she resumed doing it, she’d insert a finger or two a couple of times after she had gotten comfortable and learned more about her body, thanks to her partner.

Larissa: Clitoral at first and usually use her fingers to fuck herself. If she is feeling extra, then she will pull out a dildo.

Lucifer: They don’t really enjoy masturbation.

Phasma: Either fingers or a sex toy if she’s feeling lazy and just wants it to be quick.

Miranda: A little bit of everything. It really depends on her mood. She loves toys and using her hands. She has no preference.

What is the strangest thing they have ever put up their vagina?

Brienne: …Someone else’s fingers.

Larissa: When she was young, the handle of a hairbrush once. Nothing other than fingers and toys since then.

Lucifer: Toys and someone else’s fingers.

Phasma: Nothing but silicone, rubber, and fingers.

Miranda: Toys and someone else’s fingers.

When was the last time they masturbated?

Brienne: She can’t recall. Could be weeks, could be months.

Larissa: Yesterday morning before work.

Lucifer: They don’t really like to masturbate.

Phasma: Last night before bed.

Miranda: A couple of nights ago.

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itsanerdlife · 2 years

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Broken Knight 5

Pairing: Bodyguard!Bucky Barnes x Castle!Reader

Warnings: violence. Language. Stalking. Smut (later on). Pettiness. Lies. Secrets.

Working for my father and uncles, has never been an easy task. When I get attacked one night, it sets them off. My father hires a security team he knows. I’m unwilling, till he steps off the plane.

Now it’s complicated and blurry. James Barnes is more than I bargained for. And far more is happening then my father bargained for. I can’t help myself, only I know nothing is easy, and my father isn’t one to be disobeyed.

Hell’s going to rain down, I’m not sure who is going to survive this time.

A knock on the door, his hand closes on the pistol sitting on the table. Moving towards the door with caution. Peering through the peep hole on the door. He pulls the door open, Clint smirks as he steps into the apartment.

“Morning.” He looks over his shades at Bucky.

“Right.” He nods, shoving the door closed.

“Here you go.” Clint hands him a coffee cup.

“Thanks.” He moves into the dining room where he had his wear for the day set out.

“How was your night?” Clint smirks setting down in a seat at the table. Picking up his own coffee cup.

“Uneventful.” He mutters.

Not mentioning the moment in the kitchen sometime after midnight. The feeling he got being that close to her. It was a mistake, but one he had to try out. Technically again, it worked in the elevator the first time.

“She fess up anything?” Clint sips.

“No.” He pulls on his shoulder holster.

“Interesting.” Clint nods slowly.

Her heels click on the wood floor of her apartment.

“Oh.” She stops in the hallway. She looks from Clint to him, looking away just as quickly.

“Morning.” Clint grins.

“Morning.” She clears her throat and fidgets. Smoothing her hands down the thighs of her black skinny jeans.

“Coffee.” Clint holds up the other cup from the carrier.

“How do you know what I like?” She lifts a brow.

Clint shrugs, looking over at him. He doesn’t say anything, going back to getting ready.

“You probably don’t want to know all we know about you.” Clint offers.

She eyes him for a moment, before she nods, moving towards them.

“You know what, probably not.” She agrees, taking the coffee.

Bucky pushes his weapon into the holster.

“Can you be armed when in Stark Inc? I thought Tony had a rule about that.” She sips slowly.

“He granted me a pass.” He nods, pulling on his suit jacket.

“No, of course. Of course, he did.” She nods, looking at the cup in her hands. Clint smiles slowly as he looks from her to Bucky.

“Anything pop last night?” He glares at Clint.

“A few things seemed slightly shady. Nothing very concerning.” Clint shrugs.

“Anything to run down?”

“A few. I was hoping, you’d let me send it off to Sam.” He chuckles.

“Steve asked, didn’t he?” He sighs.

“Yeah, the flight here, is long and Bec’s already threatened to push him out somewhere over some ocean.” Clint shrugs.

“He is the worst person to take a trip with.” He admits.

“He’s way too antsy to be kept in a tub.”

“Send it to him, tell Bec’s to play nice.”

“Who is Sam and Bec’s?” She asks.

“Bec’s is Bucky’s sister. Sam is well, he’s the most annoying thing to ever happen to Bucky even though he has a sister.” Clint laughs.

“Bucky?” Her brow pulls in.

“My name.” He buttons his jacket.

Her head tips, slowly. Mauling this information over.

“How the fuck do you get Bucky from James?” She snorts.

Clint inhales his coffee, coughing hard.

Bucky clears his throat, avoiding smirking.

“It’s a nickname.” He informs her.

“Still not answering my question.” She points out.

“My middle name is Buchanan.” He sighs.

“That still doesn’t make sense.” She snorts.

“Thank God someone fucking said it.” Clint whispers into his coffee.

“Shut up Francis.” Bucky smirks when Clint’s eyes grow wide.

“Oh my,” she snorts. “your parents hated the both of you. Wow.” Her head nods.

A small smile on her lips as she turns, walking away. He watches as she steps into her office, to collect her work things.

“I see you.” Clint sings softly to himself, his head dances from one side to the other.

“Do you want to be partnered with Sam?” He cuts his eyes to Clint quickly.

“I’ll wait by the door.” Clint stands quickly moving away.

He heads for her office, needing to know her schedule for the day. He steps inside as she’s putting her things in her bag.

“Where too today?” He wonders.

“Well I have a few meetings, two outside the office.” She explains.

“Buck?!” Clint calls.

She looks up nervous.

“What?” He turns Clint’s appearing in the doorway.

“It made the news.” Clint holds up his phone.

“What?” He and Y/N speak at the same time.

“Fucking press.” He growls taking the phone.

“Great, that’s going to make this so much harder.” She sighs, peering at the phone next to him.

“How is this fucking possible?” He looks at Clint.

“Don’t know, when we contacted the hotel, they said they had no footage of that night.” Clint lifts a brow.

“They sold it.” He growls.

“Why would they do that?” She looks up confused.

“You’re a woman, working for a military grade, weapons company. You’re not a solider, you’re a company employee. Your company sells to a lot of Anti-woman kind.” He points out.

“Great, I can hear the fucking questions rolling in.” She groans.

“Are you unlisted?” Clint asks.

“Yeah. My Uncle owns the building.” Y/N shrugs, grabbing her bag. “Why?”

“No cameras outside, but my bet it their waiting at Stark Inc.” Clint shrugs.

“Oh wonderful, my dad’s going to lose his shit.” She sighs. Picking up her coffee cup.

“We should get going, it’s going to be a riot to get through.” He sighs, ushering her out of the office.

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“Christ why is this such big news?” She groans, shrinking back as they come to a stop at the main entrance of her work.

“Your father is well known.” He points out.

“Sometimes, I wish I could disappear.” She whispers softly, before the door is pulled open by Clint.

Questions, flashing lights, commotion drowning them. He steps out first, putting his hand out for her. She hesitates for a second but takes it. Tucking her under one arm, his other stays out, pushing people away.

Clint is in front of them, pushing a path open. Hap is coming out of the building, demanding people get off the property. When they get inside, Hap stops her.

“Your father and Uncle want to see you.” He looks to Bucky and Clint.

“Great. Great. Cause I did something wrong.” She stomps out from under his arm.

“She’s really a real joy.” Hap nods.

Clint snorts, following Y/N. Bucky smirks softly before following as well.

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“I thought that damn hotel didn’t have security footage?!” Frank paces.

“They told us they didn’t have any facing that direction.” Bucky nods.

“You didn’t think to hack them?” He turns on Tony.

“That’s fair.” Tony agrees.

“Now her faces is all over the press. War retaliations.” Frank scoffs.

“The rest of our team will be here, today, before the workday is over. It’ll make getting around easier.” Bucky explains.

“Jesus. How much security do I need for God knows what? It could have been random, jumping.” She throws her hands up.

The four of them look over at her.

“You’re making me uncomfortable.” She whispers, looking away.

“Tony’s stupid is rubbing off on you.” Frank sighs.

“Hey.” Tony and Y/N scoff.

“Sorry hun, nothing about this says it was random.” Clint shrugs.

“How so?” She lifts a brow.

“Because they had to be lying in wait for you. Watching you. The warning it wasn’t over. They took nothing. The video it looks like he’s ready to grab you, to take you. Even the leaking of the video says set up.” Clint rattles off.

“I have, work.” She fidgets.

“Frank who is that lawyer, we know?” Tony looks at Frank.

“Something with a fucking M.” Frank gruffs. “Why?”

“I feel like buying a hotel and suing the security.” Tony grins. Y/N shakes her head, leaving. He hurries after her.

“Something interesting about the video.” He casually adds.

“What me getting my ass kicked?” She snipes.

“After he hits you, he leans in, as if he was saying something.” He tucks his hands into his pants pockets. She stiffens. “Couldn’t be, this isn’t over, I mean he hit you a few more times.”

“Nope, didn’t say anything just, ah, laughed.” She panics.

“Weird, no body signs of laughter.” He calls her bluff.

“Weird.” She nods, hurrying into her office. He smirks following, it was going to take something he didn’t usually have to do, to get her to crack. Perhaps she just needed to trust him.

#Marvel #Bucky Barnes x Reader #Avengers #Bucky x Reader #Broken Knight #Marvel Fanfiction #Bucky Barnes Series #Avengers Fanfiction #Bucky Series

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matchmadeinsevenhells · 1 year

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different anon, but I love ComW, so definitely ready to plague you with questions:

- was Maegor’s unwilling hunt Rhaena, and did it involve her trying to kill him like in canon?

- was it a spur of the moment decision for Aemond when Luke walked in or is this something he’d been planning for a while? It definitely seemed like Luke could have easily been killed when Vhagar killed Arrax, so not sure how much thought went into it.

- Would Aemond actually realise the potential fallout or did he just not care?

- Is there any significance to the legitimacy of the ceremony (Valyrian-tradition wise - obviously there’s a lot else that might be queried about it from a Westeros point of view) to the fact that Luke didn’t say the words? Or is Aemond right when he says that his win is all that matters?

- Who hunted who out of Corlys and Rhaenys?

- You’ve already answered about Luke’s mother, stepdad and brother, but how would his Velaryon relatives react?

- Exactly how much stress is Alicent under rn?

(Again talking about my my dead dove Lucemond marriage hunt fic, cut off my wings (and lock me up) )

Adhsjdhshsjsjsj I’m so excited to get even more love for my fic!! ComW is really close to my heart (will you believe it’s my first mostly-explicit dead dove/nc,,,) so 🥺🥹😭 thank you!!

You’re dead right about Maegor and Rhaena 😬 she eventually had Dreamfyre surrender when the “escape by being faster” plan failed, because her dragon wasn’t a match against Balerion. Then she immediately tried to shank Maegor. (I think he also did hunts with his other Black Brides, but if only one party has a dragon it’s mostly. Uh. A very terrifying experience for the person on foot and like, a chill fun afternoon activity for the dragonrider…)

Aemond has definitely been obsessed with SOME sort of revenge on Luke for a looooong time (which lol is canon). At first those thoughts included mostly maiming and murder, but then he stumbled across an old Valyrian tome/read a lot about Maegor—and well, he got some Ideas (tm) that grew over the years. I’d say he wasn’t truly decided yet/picky, as long as he got his revenge in the end, but the Storm’s End situation—no one of their families there—was too perfect to NOT do it the marriage hunt way. (And as he said, Luke being alive but utterly miserable and humiliated is better revenge in his mind than “just” killing him.) and yes, killing another dragon without killing the rider is rather difficult, but what helped in this situation was that they were already pretty close to the ground, Luke having directed Arrax lower earlier, and also that Vhagar was so much bigger than Arrax. Though yeah Aemond was having the Time Of His Life and probably would’ve been fine with it if that had killed Luke, too.

And no, once he got into it Aemond didn’t stop to consider any potential fallout.

Technically, a hunt is supposed to conclude with the Valyrian/Targaryen ceremony that Rhaenyra and Daemon used in canon to wed each other, BUT since there were no witnesses to the actual hunt anyway and it is extremely obvious that Aemond did in fact win (and consummate), it’s still hard to question the legitimacy. The Blacks are going to do that anyway, of course, but yeah.

… I decided that Rhaenys hunted Corlys because she was the one with a dragon—but Corlys got to take a ship. He got a headstart too, and it was probably mostly hide and seek and/or they previously agreed on location that had to be reached within a certain timeframe? It was close, in the end, close enough to satisfy both their prides.

Speaking of, Rhaenys and Corlys are absolutely PISSED at Aemond, too. Having-to-keep-Rhaenys-from-getting-on-Meleys-to-challenge-Aemond-pissed. Corlys shares the sentiment but he’s trying to advocate for just wiping the floor with all the Green forces in the field.

Alicent has ALL The Stress rn. All of it. Her favourite son just did something that’s really difficult to reconcile with her own faith, also has a potentially devastating impact on the public opinion the Greens are kinda basing Aegon’s claim on, and probably made sure the Blacks are even less likely to consider terms as they would’ve been if Luke had simply been killed. They can’t even use Luke as a proper hostage because Aemond is now firmly in camp “only I may torment my pretty little wife”…. Alicent is working triple overtime to SOMEHOW try to keep a grip on public opinion. Meanwhile Aegon is throwing feasts at which everyone has to treat Luke as they would a “normal wife” to a Targaryen Prince. RIP.

#lucemond #aemond targaryen #lucerys velaryon #hotd #house of the dragon #princess rhaenys targaryen #corlys velaryon #I’m sorry I’m just GIGGLING every time I think about Rhaenys hunting Corlys who has a SHIP

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scoutisnthome · 3 months

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whats the lindworm???

Jay of jayberd fame you have no idea what you have done (unleashed my autism)

The lindworm is a creature (and my favorite little guy) originating in the Danish folktale of the prince lindworm, theoretically arriving in Denmark somewhere around the 1700s.

(read more for people who don't care about my prince lindworm synopsis)

What a lindworm is, is a basically a snake dragon thing? It's hard to describe because reports and descriptions vary in terms of how humanoid it is (my depictions of him air on the more monstrous naga side of things) but the common factor is "insanely huge snake".

The story for this specific lindworm goes that there was a childless king and queen in Denmark, the queen went on a walk in the forest one day and was approached by a witch.

The witch asked her what was wrong and when she said it was because she couldn't concieve the witch gave her a solution. She said to turn over two handled jugs in her garden and leave them over night. In the morning they will have a white rose and a red rose respectively. She should eat the red rose for a boy and a white rose for a girl, but never both.

The queen goes home not expecting much, but when she wakes in the morning she finds the promise roses! She goes back and forth but eventually decides on the white rose, eating it. But apparently said rose is so tasty that she eats the red rose too. Which as stated, is not a good idea .

The queen falls pregnant as promised, and gives birth while the king is at war. And instead of a baby boy or girl, her first child is a baby lindworm, which promptly skitters away into the darkness. The queen thinks she's hallucinating and moves on, giving birth to her second child, a son.

Years later, when the human son is older and ready to be married, he sets off which a horse and carriage to find a bride. The fully grown lindworm blocks his way saying "a bride for me before a bride for you". The younger prince promptly goes home and the queen goes "shit man I thought he was like a vision or something. He is technically the older son tho so I guess we gotta help him get married."

So they do that and they bring a princess from a foreign kingdom too marry the lindworm, which he promptly eats and demands a second bride because apparently it doesn't count. So the entire thing happens a second time with the same result. The king running out of disposable alliances approaches his shepherd, who has one daughter, asking the shepherd to allow his daughter to marry the lindworm. The shepherd refuses but the king doesn't take no for an answer.

So the shepherds daughter goes on a forest walk lamenting her death a little bit and is met by the same witch who talked with the queen. And the queen instructs her that if she is too survive her wedding night she should wear every shift she owns (presumed to be 10 or 9) and when the lindworm tells her to shed a shift (in order to eat her) she should respond by telling him to shed a skin and they go back and forth taking off layers for a while, and then when the shepherds girl is on her final shift she needs to hit him with the whips, throw the liquids at him, and hug him. If only for a moment. She agrees and starts preparations.

The wedding day comes and she is married to the lindworm. And after they are led to the wedding chamber the plan goes off basically without a hitch until the lindworm is a writhing mass on the ground (the body horror makes me insane). She whips him and throws the buckets and VERY NOTABLY IN MY MIND (I'm Ill about it) instead of just hugging him for a moment she picks him up, lays him on the bed and promptly falls asleep cuddling with him. That was NOT in the instructions that was a DELIBERATE act of kindness.

And then he wakes up as a prince and it's happily ever after I guess. But yeah I'm consistently Ill about the skin scene specifically because as stated 1. There were deliberate asks of kindness there on the shepherds girls part that were not required of her, 2. The lindworm isn't stupid at a certain point he HAD to realize what was happening, the fact that he didn't attack her then and there was a show of both immense vulnerability and trust, and 3. The intimacy of it all drives me nuts it's so good. Also something comedy about it is that when asked to remove a skin he says "no one has ever asked me too do that before" which makes him seem almost flustered by the request it's cute.

I think about them constantly and I'm insane about the nuances and symbolism of this story. Also the body horror and my trans lindworm theory (I can go into immense detail). There is both immense comedy, horror, and emotional turmoil in the details of this story and I'm insane about it.

#scout talks about the lindworm

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sunnyie-eve · 1 month

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15 | Royal Wedding

Series: No Prince Charming

Paring: Harry Hook x Original female character Princess!

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: none

| MASTERLIST |

"Do I have to wear this?" Harry complains to Bella as she helps him try on his suite for the Royal Wedding.

"Yes, you do. Not only because it's a wedding but it's your girlfriend's brother's wedding. Oh, and it's the King and Queen's wedding." She adds before giving him a kiss.

"Things I do for ya, Princess."

"Because you love me." She laughs at him. "Look at you. I say, I caught a big handsome one." She makes him face the mirror.

"You? I found the Heart of the Ocean. I say I win, Princess." He pulls her closer to him.

"Bella! Aren't you supposed to be helping Evie with the bouquet?" Audrey busts through the door.

"Oh, right. Umm, go spend time with Ben for me. Love you." Bella rushes out to go help Evie and sees how big it was. "Oh, my." She rushes over to help her. "Does it have to be this big?" She groans.

At the same time, Harry goes to find Ben, "Izzy told me to spend time with ya." He tells him once he finds Ben.

"Oh, she did?" Ben laughs.

"She did. Listen mate, you still seem to have a wee problem with me." Harry walks closer to him, "Why?"

"For starters you wanted to hook me and got upset when you didn't get to." Ben tells him.

"Oh, come on, King Benny. Your sister doesn't care." Harry rolls his eyes.

"You want the truth?"

"Duh." Harry gives him a look.

"I want what's best for my sister." Ben tells him the truth.

"I'm wearing a suit to your wedding to make her happy. If I had it my way, I wouldn't be." Harry laughs, "It's odd you have a problem with me but your parents love me with your sister. They know I make her happy."

"Just looking out for her."

"You know who you sound like right now? My younger sister, who did the same thing with Bella and I. Guess what... She realized the next day Bella actually cares for me." Harry tells him.

"I'm just more worried about her. The way she acts now and more vocal about not wanting to do things. And you encore her to do so. She has responsibilities, Harry." Ben huffs.

"What? She does those responsibilities. I give her pep talks for them. What I encore her to do is stand her ground and not get walked over." Harry says so Ben shuts up, "And who cares if she didn't want to do her royal responsibilities anymore? You're the King and when you and Mal have kids they will be in charge next. She's free to do whatever she wants technically."

"It doesn't work like that and I don't expect you to know that." Ben tells him.

"It can, look at me and other VKs... We're here now."

When Evie and Bella get to Mal with Dizzy the bouquet falls on with two. "Can you help us up please?" Evie asks the girls.

"Think the bouquet is big enough?" Mal asks.

"You'll need everyone to help you carry that or put a spell on it to move on its own." Bella gets off the floor.

"Fun fact. That bouquet is made up of every single flower grown in Auradon."

"Wouldn't be nice if people saw the dress too? Some people worked very hard on it. And I mean me. I'm some people." Evie walks up to Audrey.

"And the hair. Don't forget the hair." Dizzy jumps in.

"And some people have other things to worry about, like thousands of invites, food, flowers, seating charts, entertainment." Audrey starts to call about things that need to be done.

"Excuse me, Harry is calling me." Bella leave the room to answer her phone.

"Your brother hates me by the way and doesn't want me to be with you. So umm I left to finish getting ready." Harry lets her know.

"Wait, what?"

"Yeah, he's acting like CJ was with you." He laughs.

"I'll talk to him. Oh, speak of the devil I see him. Love you, bye." She ends the call, "What the hell, Ben?" She crosses her arms.

"Harry called you?"

"Yes, what's wrong with you?" She asks annoyed, "I really don't want t lo go through something I've already gone through with his sister with you now. So you can marry Mal but I can't date Harry?"

"Listen..."

She cuts him off, "No." She leaves going to see Harry and when she does he finds him chatting with her dad and mom.

"Hello, sweetheart." Belle smiles.

"I why aren't you two waiting for the wedding or with Ben?"

"Hades caused a little accident so... and Harry wanted to ask a question." Adam adds.

"Oh, did he add Ben doesn't want us together?" She walks over to Harry's side.

"He did which we told him to ignore since we adore him. He makes our baby happy." Belle smiles giving Adam a look.

"Yes, your mother is completely right."

"Okay, so what did you ask my parents?" Bella laughs looking up at Harry, "If they could put Ben in a time out?" She laughs more but Harry gets down on one knee.

"No, I ask for their blessing. Bella, the moment you stole from me, you stole my heart without knowing as well. Everyday I prayed for you to sneak over just so I could see you. I wanted that more than the barrier to come down. Back when Mal and Ben wanted to keep the barrier closed forever, I felt my heart break. I thought I would never get to see you again. I'm the luckiest pirate by finding the greatest treasure ever, you. Will you marry me?"

Bella was completely shocked never seeing this come anytime soon, "Yes!" She jumps up and down as he puts the ring on her finger then kisses her as her parents cheer. "Thank you two for giving him permission." She hugs her parents now.

"Of course, dear." Belle kisses her cheek.

"Anything to make you happy. And he obviously does and loves you." Adam hugs her tightly, "Do ignore your brother. He'll have to get over it since Harry will be his brother in law soon." He laughs.

"There's still plenty of time till the wedding so why do t you go share the news with your family, Harry." Belle tells him.

Harry holds his hand out to Bella so she takes it and they rush off to go to the Isle. When they get to his place Harriet was surprised to see them.

"Don't you have a wedding to attend to?"

"There's a little delay with things going on." Bella tells her.

"Dad, CJ, can you come here please." Harry calls out so they come into the room.

"What? I was watching this really good show and I can't pause it." CJ huffs crossing her arms.

"I just wanted to share that we are engaged." Harry says as Bella holds up her hand to show off the ring.

"Where the hell did you steal that from?" CJ rushes over taking Bella's hand to look at the ring.

"I didn't steal it, CJ. I had helping getting it. Oh, yeah, Evie said you would like this one the best." Harry lets Bella know.

"Evie helped you?!" She shouts taken back then looks at the ring, "She really does know me." She giggles.

"I'm so happy for you two." Hook walks over giving Bella a hug then his son.

"I thought he would take longer to propose." Harriet hugs the two as well.

"I wasn't planning on doing it today but Ben pissed me off so I did it early. I wanted to make sure he knows I love you and I'm good enough for you." Harry takes Bella's hands into his.

"And you are." Bella leans up to kiss him.

#thomas doherty #harry hook #descendants 2 #descendants #descendants 3 #descendants oc #descendants au #harry hook descendants #descendants mal #descendants evie #descendants carlos #descendants jay #descendants uma #descendants gil #dcom #vks #disney #villains

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ghost-proofbaby · 1 year

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Director's Commentary for Shire please

I need clarification because you've already mentioned you always had the intention of writing a "fix it fic". Did you plan Mordor before Shire? Or did you just write Shire around the concept of Mordor? Did you leave any breadcrumbs that weren't picked up by readers? I need an itemized list, ma'am 👀

of course, love! so, short answer - no. mordor was not properly planned before shire but... long answer? yes.

i left a ton of clues, actually! they were very heavy in the set up, because instead of dropping obvious plot clues (which i definitely did), i mostly focused on making it clear these characters were 'built' to specifically fall into this situation of season 4. all the relationships, all the small moments, all the little details - they all add up to make gasoline for vecna's fire so to speak. this is probably more than you wanted, so i apologize, but it's fun because i kept a vague list for myself and this one has more details. <3 so yeah sorry this is stupid long and i got carried away but thank you for the question!!! shire is my baby and i'm always willing to give lame ass director's commentary

the name. i was stuck on the name until i realized i could break that quote into two story titles!! i think i specifically said that on tik tok, too. like before shire even broke 100 hits, i was over there going "👀 this is a secret tool i will use later"

shire started with an altered but still canon scene (dustin's return at scoops)! as well as alluded to the fact that the upside down existed because of steve changing! to show that i was following canon <3

in chapter 2, there's also a hint of something that will be happening in mordor. as i said, mordor wasn't properly planned, but i had an idea of how it would go down haha. actually, there two references? but one is unintentional so go figure.

chapter 3 once more referenced that the upside down was canon! starcourt still burned down, the events of season 3 occured, but willow was simply not involved... yet. obviously, robin involved her by informing her of what really happened, and planted the knowledge/fear of the upside down in her.

chapter 4 shows a brief flash of willow putting someone else's comfort above her own - when she downplays her hair to her mom. it's a big part of her character for mordor, obviously lol. also robin shoos away her mother and says she'll take care of her, alluding to how when trouble happens in the show, parents aren't involved. to hint that if trouble arose, willow's mom would be absent.

also in chapter 4! steve doesn't slow down. willow is the first to notice the danger and him nearly hitting the deer. she notices danger before him - he's an action-first, think-later type of person. again, crucial character points for mordor. willow is literally the first to sense vecna technically speaking. and speaking of steve, notice he doesn't want willow involved in the upside down in this chapter and is trying to scope out just how much robin involved her. when it comes to the russians, he was an open book. when it came to the upside down, he's ready to shut it all down and keep her in the dark. <3

7.. chapter 5 crucial character point - where as we established that willow puts others needs above her own, eddie is the first to put her needs over his (not getting the cigarette near her, the jacket, etc.)

8. chapter 7 - eddie refers to willow as multiple magic user names from D&D. she's the one later linked to the freaky wizard villain aha

9. their book choices. willow chose little women, which furthers solidifies the way she grew up so fast, the way she tries to fill a stereotypical role as a woman not only in society but her family (aka with her mother after parker passes. also, it was alluding to the fact that she's lost a sibling!) eddie's is about adventure, about being thrust into a journey. they were choices i felt fit who they were as characters best, alluded to the fic namesake, and also serve as a way to criticize how they approach responsibility. willow takes it with heavy shoulders - eddie is simply thrust into it. willow's fate has long been sealed, but eddie's was an ever changing opportunity, if that makes sense. one is doomed by the narrative not just from society, but by her past. the other isn't doomed yet. he still has a chance to escape it all, while willow is already involved with the upside down due to robin. i sound like a crazy person now haha. also when just used in shire, it shows that willow and steve won't be together but uh... that's an entirely different list, isn't it? also their conversation about it in 25. <3

10. also worth mentioning how often it is brought up that willow is a bad liar, but we see her capable of lying when it comes to bigger picture things (keeping the fake dating realistic, etc.). she does know how to keep a secret.

11. the difference in how steve and eddie treats willow when dropping her off. it was, one, to illustrate which one she would end up with (again, different list). but also how one is far more individually protective over her :-) that'll come into play later. simply put - steve has faith that willow can handle herself, and eddie trusts her but also chooses to still take precautions (from a distance or otherwise!)

12. eddie progressively makes willow more reckless. in the beginning of shire, she's very anal about her schedule and such. by the end of the story, when their first date is going wrong, she's better able to handle it. eddie, on the other hand, struggles with losing control. they change each other wildly. in shire's context, that's for the better. in mordor... it'll be an issue.

13. she goes from wanting no involvement in d&d, to being involved for eddie (first game - sternly won't play. by the end of the story, she is willing to help plan a campaign. specifically, she helps plan VECNA'S CULT. and vecna's return is her idea). another change, another demonstration of the subtle lengths you'll go for the one you love, until it's no longer subtle situations.

14. willow also criticizes the way the game involves making careful decisions through dice rolling! she's more aligned with steve's thought process of acting first, worrying about consequences later, especially when it comes to herself. it shows that underneath it all, although they switch roles from planner and the one who goes with the flow, those values were always there under the surface. which comes into play in mordor and the vecna situation!

15. chapter 16 - the first demonstration of willow being eddie's protector.

16. also chapter 16 - it's established that eddie is dustin's protector, which plays into his canon demise (in my opinion, at least!). and then chapter 17 - solidification of willow being eddie's protector as she physically will put herself between him and danger before dragging him away from it. also, eddie being dustin's protector again. haha. also, eddie acknowledging it. :-)

17. "I mean, you get this look when your friends get hurt - like you’d burn the world down for them."

18. "She would burn the world down for him - she’d drag Jason to hell and back herself if it meant the boy in front of her knew a moment of peace."

19. the use of second hand news being the first song they listen to together from rumors rather than her favorite song (the chain), most specifically the line that is quoted - When times go bad, when times go rough, won't you lay me down in tall grass and let me do my stuff?

20. “Ah, ah. Careful doll, or you’ll be number four.” - no comment on this one. but uh. major.

21. the ENTIRE ordeal with freddy krueger and nightmare on elm street. all of it. major breadcrumb.

22. “You’re distracted. What are you gonna do one day when there’s a freaky ghost invading our dreams and trying to kill us, but you didn’t watch the movie with me so you have no clue what to do to save us?”

23. the whole parker situation. obviously, i pulled real life inspo, but i always knew i was going to traumatize willow (as audrey put it). parker's death shapes who she is a person very fundamentally, and gives vecna an in for her mind. the thing is, i purposefully made it something that was pretty far back in the past, but still affected her deeply. she's had time to heal, but she didn't. there's so much to say about this little tid bit but it's rough, and sensitive to talk about.

24. willow’s favorite song being revealed to eddie. i really expected more people to catch that haha

25. willow having to choose between eddie and steve during their fight with jason.

26. willow’s d&d character has major clues! Spent a long time combing over that one

and then obviously, her headaches, her nightmares, the upside down visions, etc. that i brought back for the final chapters. like i said, so much of it was fit into the beginning of the story. i needed to set it up for mordor, but a lot of shire is just a love story. my entire point for shire was solely mordor - it was tell a nice love story that comforted me through a lot of rough times. i'm just lucky i got to have my cake and eat it too i guess lol <3

so i guess in a way, when you asked me if i wrote shire around the concept of mordor, the answer there is also no! i wanted shire to be able to exist without mordor, as well.

anyways. much love. brevity ain't the wit of this soul.

#thank u ily #director's commentary #shire #i didn't need to go into so much detail but i DID #i do not know how to shut up #no one perceive this #this list is actually between me and god #and i'm sure i missed some of my references but i got tireeeddd #i'm just full of foreshadowing

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alternatively-undesignated · 9 months

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Fave Shows Tag Game

Rules: List 5 favourite shows (in no particular order) and answer questions accordingly.

Loki

Leverage

The Flash

9-1-1

Only Murders in the Building

@johnsimms Thanking you for tagging me. Love these. Answers under the cut

1. Who is your favourite character in 2?

OT3 as a set but Parker as an individual. From her in season one to her in Redemtion the growth and to still be so mysterious makes me smile. There is also because she helped me with some of my own emotional difficualties.

2. Who is your least favourite character in 1?

oh but this is hard becuase I don't think i have a least favourite from Loki. Maybe the bearded Loki varient who I think is the Hippie one. Kinda creeps me.

3. What's your favourite episode of 4?

Chimney Begins and Oceans 9-1-1 are tided in place as my all time favourite episodes of 9-1-1. Some days one exceeds the other but most the time it's a tie. Ones all the drama the other all the comedy I love it.

4. What is your favourite season of 5?

Both have been so much fun to watch but maybe season 2 of OMITB because it wasn't so confide. Like the whole 'Oh shit here we go again' just makes me happy. They know what they're doing now and they've grown to love each other and want to help/protect each other more. And the twists and sudden 'Oh Shit' revelations. I looked forward to a new ep each week way more than I did with season 1.

5. What's your favourite relationship in 3?

Cisco and Everyone. Like he's the little black dress of the arrowverse. But particularly Cisco and Harry make me so happy and Cisco and Cynthia. Just the rough and ready to throw down with the sunshiny sparkle is a trope I love.

6. Who is your anti relationship in 2?

Eliot and Sterling. I just do not understand that. They hate each other so thats a rivalry I can get behind.

7. How long have you watched 1?

Since it aired. Well technically I waited for it to get a couple episodes in so I could have a few to watch in one go. So like from ep three upload date onwards.

8. How did you become interested in 3?

My brother bullied me into wacthing it. I get it cause I've been bullying him to watch Leverage (he hasn't yet I must bully harder). I enjoyed the comics before and seeing the characters in a different way on tv was cool. And being introduced to ones I'd not heard much before was real cool. I hate he was right about me enjoying it; it's fun and enjoyable (at that time it was) and well acted for a show off SeadoubleU.

9. Who is your favourite actor in 4?

Kenneth might be the most fun and play my favourite character but Jennifer Love Hewitt might be my favourite actor overall. FinalGirlScreamQueen alum has to take the top spot on this show.

10. Which show do you prefer 1, 2 or 5?

I've rewatched Leverage way more than the other. Yeah it is older and has more epiosodes even if you combinded the other two shows. It might be dated a bit and have some not so good peole involved you can say the same for the other shows. At the end of the day if all three them in a burning building I'd save Leverage.

11. Which show have you seen more episodes of 1 or 3?

The Flash and it's mostly because it's a full season worth of episodes and not a limited one like the others. Saying that I quit the show becuase it was getting bad and if they had made it limited it might have been better.

12. If you could be anyone from 4, who would you be?

Oh but this is hard cause like I'd want to be like Maddie or Chim or Hen or Bobby cuase they all so cool and have qualities I admire. So since I have a job a little like hers I'd say Maddie.

13. How would you kill off your favourite character in 5?

It would have to be something very dramatic and over the top for Oliver. I don't see him being a simple run of your mill death. It can't be a stage accident or something related to the theater. Something that would be more of a puzzle than we've already seen. So bludgeoned to death by his own phone so many suspects for it all to turn out to just be an accident after all.

14. Would a 3/4 crossover work?

Okay but this is hard becuase a crossover between the two would be hysterical. Team Flash and the 118 fighting crime together. Hen and Chim treating Barry but he's already healed up. Buck investigating the weirdness while Joe and Athena tell him to leave it to the professionals. Just the chaos that would be Cisco and Chim together with Hen and Caitlin rolling their eyes at their antics. Just think of the jokes that could be had. Think of them.

15. Pair two characters in 1 that would make an unlikely, but strangely okay couple.

Besides Lokius, Miss Minutes and Casey. Unlikely partners. Give them a spin off ala the office.

16. Overall, which show has the better cast, 3 or 5?

Another hard one cause I adore both sets of main (OG) casts. Like they're all so multi talented and amazing. But like I've known/watched Steve Martin Short longer and they're like a comfort pair since FotB. Their ability to make me laugh than cry and laugh-cry in OMITB is top level. But with that I do love The Flash cast and want to see where they be going next.

I'm not sure who to tag so if you see this and would like to give it a shot I tag you.

#Sorry it took so long to do this I'm still not happy with my answers lol

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And then we circle back to the tattoo topic. Though first we have to circle past Tommy, which is a very risky topic because Niki is still angry at him. And she has a right to be, he tried to kill her best friend. And if I remember correctly he didn't even apologise because he was not really sorry since he still thinks it was the right choice (even though it wasn’t his choice to make).

So Niki is still angry, and she was very hesitant to let Wilbur in, but he was alone and really needed someone. So once she decided to let him in she left everything at the door. Except Wilbur then bring him up anyway. And Wilbur brings it up because he wants Niki’s opinion. Which is the same reason he mentioned it to Phil. He wants to know what they think because he doesn’t know how to feel. He never gave it much though and he doesn't know if he wants one. And I don’t even think he’s sure what he wants their answers to be.

And Niki makes a very good point [“The rule about not getting tattoos. Do you think it matters if you’ve already broken other rules?”]. Does it matter if you’ve broken other rules? Does breaking one rule mean it’s over? You might as well have broken all the others. Does it matter if you break more or not? Is there a point you can stop? Is there a way to go back? Does anything have to change at all?

Wilbur doesn’t know. He’s been taught he should be loyal and follow the rules and Clara’s Will blindly, but the reality is that you should examine each rule and determine if it’s something you want to follow. Is it something that has meaning to you and something you are willing to do? Something you are willing to give up?

And I really love the idea of Niki designing a tattoo for Wilbur with zero pressure for him to get it. I’m curious to see what she comes up with. It’s going to be a bird, but will it match the bird in Wilbur’s chest? Would it be one his chest? Would he want to get it when he sees it? Who knows? He doesn’t have to, and it’ll be his choice if he does.

For right now we have this though [“I trust you,” he said instead.] Things between Wilbur and Niki aren’t going to go back to normal. They can’t ignore what’s happening with Tommy. But I do hope that when Tommy is on chore duty, Wilbur can go hang out with Niki some more. I hope they can still have some sort of friendship. Because Wilbur needs more people to talk to. More people he can just Be around.

(2/2)

-🌲

well tommy did technically apologize the night it happened. he apologized to jack as they were walking back to the temple, but jack doesn't feel like it was a real apology. but yeah. niki is still pissed and they need to stay far away from the topic of tommy for the time being

niki's point about the tattoos was a really good one for sure. because the question of which rules matter and which don't, or if breaking one negates all the others forces wilbur to look at how he views the rules of the pythian institution and actually think about why he follows them. he's not ready to fully go there yet, but it was a push in the right direction

you'll have to wait and see what the tattoo ends up being :) very excited to get to that part but that won't be for another few chapters. it's very good for wilbur to have the option though. a no pressure option where he can consider the idea and imagine the design on himself without being forced to make a decision. the emphasis is on the fact that he has a choice.

yeah things between niki and wilbur aren't normal but they're also not broken completely. they can have a tenuous truce and spend time with each other even if they avoid the topics of their friends. at least for a little while :)

ty for your thoughts as always spruce

#ask #spruce anon #through a glass divine

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Creepers Gonna Creep

in which eve likes her son’s bestie and makes some arguably poor decisions.

eve fletcher x agatha harkness

tw for minor racism

Jane doesn’t call.

It’s…it’s not like she’s avoiding Eve’s calls because, in all honesty, Eve has been terrified to call her. What would she even say? Sorry, I have a girlfriend now, and I didn’t tell you about it? That would involve explaining why she didn’t tell her, which had more to do with they weren’t technically calling each other girlfriends until just then—

No.

That’s….

That’s a lie.

If Eve is honest with herself, she hadn’t said anything to Jane because she was afraid of what her friend would think, and she’s still not saying anything now because she’s still afraid of what her friend thinks, and even if Jane did call, she’s not sure that she would answer because what if she—

It doesn’t matter.

It doesn’t matter because Jane doesn’t call.

Eve finishes her facetime with Brendan a little later than she should. The problem with facetiming him from the senior center is that she only has so much time on her lunch break, and she always feels like it’s rude to be eating while she talks with him, which means that she ends up eating not on her break, but that’s fine because she gets to spend time with her boy. Brendan mostly checks in during classes; he doesn’t want to get up early just to talk with her, which is fine, and his evenings are for studying. Or partying – Eve knows her son, knows that he’d specifically chosen to go to BSU for their “student life”, and knows how her own college years had been. He was doing well, and he was partying, and she wasn’t going to try and make him stop partying just to talk to his mom. Honestly, she’s just grateful he wants to talk with her at all.

The last thing Brendan asks before closing out is, You’re doing okay? Not still sick, right?

No, not still sick. Eve rubs the back of her neck and looks up with an awkward smile. Agatha’s been…. Her smile softens. Agatha’s been taking really good care of me.

Ew, Mom. Gross. Brendan makes a disgusted face. Son? Don’t want to hear about your love life.

Eve’s eyes widen. That’s not what I was—

A knock comes at Brendan’s door, and he rolls back, ignoring her to open it. Eve can hear someone – a girl? – on the other end. Hey. You about ready? Studying’s not going to do itself.

Yeah, sure. I just gotta end this call with my mom—

Oh, your mom?

Eve tries to see as much as she can, but it’s not like she can just crane around Brendan’s shoulder or move over to his door and open it wide to let her in. She’s not actually physically present. Which is probably a good thing. She’d had some friends in college that she’s very glad her mother never met.

Brendan rubs the back of his neck in the same awkward manner that Eve just did – which makes her heart ache with fondness – and he glances back over his shoulder at her. Uh, yeah. You wanna…you wanna say hi?

You want me to meet your mom? Hell yeah! The barest glimpse of dark brown corkscrew curls peeks out from around Brendan, almost like this girl wants to catch sight of Eve just as much as Eve wants to catch sight of her. You gonna let me in or—

Yeah, yeah. Brendan moves out of the way, and the girl half-pushes past him, looks up at him with a wry smile, and then heads directly for the laptop like she isn’t worried in the slightest.

Eve takes in her darker skin with pleasant surprise. She’d hoped that going to college would allow Brendan the opportunity to meet a variety of other people, which…she admits, sounds racist, she’s not racist, she just knows that Brendan has been in a fairly small-ish town and hasn’t gotten to meet as many people as he might have in a bigger city. She’d been afraid that he would keep to the same kind of people he’d been with in high school, but he hasn’t. Good for him.

Hey, Mrs. Fletcher. I’m Chloe. The girl gives her a bright smile as she crouches down where Brendan’s swivel chair had been. He sits back down on it as she speaks, rolls over to sit with them.

Eve smiles the easiest she can. Hi, Chloe. I’m Eve.

Oh, you’re one of the cool moms. Chloe’s grin spreads. I thought you should know, Brendan is making a ton of progress with his slur awareness—

Brendan gives her a gentle shove, cutting her off. I didn’t say a slur.

The r word is a slur, Brendan.

The r word? Eve asks, blinking a couple of times. She runs through all of the slurs she’s actually aware of in her head, all of the words that she used to use until she realized they were bad words, and comes up empty. I don’t…I don’t know what you’re talking about.

Oh, you know, Brendan says, glancing back to her, how Jon-Jon’s retar—

We don’t say that word. Chloe cuts him off, gives him a sharp look.

Eve gives a general, slow nod. She has never used that word once in her life; she also did not know it was a slur. Good to know. Does Agatha— Agatha probably knows. She doesn’t need to ask.

Chloe sighs, gives fond shake of her head, and turns back to Eve. He’s getting there, Eve. Just gotta get through that thick little head of his. She reaches over and tousles Brendan’s hair.

Hey! Brendan bats at her hand, but there’s nothing frustrated in it, not in that little smile he has.

Already, Eve likes Chloe one hundred percent more than any girl Brendan had dated throughout high school and particularly more than the one who had decided to give him a goodbye present before he left. None of them had ever listened when she told them to call her Eve, had always decided to call her Mrs. Fletcher instead, even with her insistence that they refer to her otherwise. She wasn’t – isn’t – Mrs. Fletcher anymore. She’s Brendan’s mom, sure, and she was fine being called that, but Mrs. Fletcher makes it sound like she belongs to Ted, and he hasn’t been around in…in a decade. She’s just Eve.

Not that a child could ever understand that.

But Chloe does. Apparently.

Eve can’t stop the fond smile that crosses her face as she sees how the two interact. It’s only a few minutes, but Chloe’s made as good of an impression as she can. I should probably let you go, she interrupts, resting her head on one hand. You need to study, and I—

—need to get back to work, Brendan drones. I know.

It’s always good to talk with you, Brendan. Eve’s glance trails up to meet Chloe’s dark eyes. And it was a pleasure to meet you.

Chloe beams down at her. Great talk, Eve.

Brendan gives her a playful shove. Bye, Mom.

Bye.

Brendan’s video flickers out before Eve has a chance to finish speaking, but where once that might have bothered her, it doesn’t anymore. Instead, she feels warm, comforted by the fact that her son seems to be fitting in at college well and has such a nice friend (girlfriend, probably, although he hadn’t called her that) as Chloe. She leans back in her chair and glances up just as Amanda knocks on her cracked door and pokes her head in. Something wrong?

Amanda blinks in confusion. No. Nothing’s wrong. Her gaze flicks back and forth, scanning the room, before settling on Eve. I just thought, with all of the other classes, some of the seniors might like a yoga class? It’s just some easy stretching, and I’ve been talking with one of the yoga instructors at Masters of the Dancing Arts who might be interested. If you’re okay with it, of course.

That’s a good idea, Eve says, proud that Amanda felt comfortable taking such initiative and bringing it up with her. It will just depend on how much it costs and whether that fits within our budget. I take it you’ve been looking at the class schedule to see where it would fit?

Yeah. Amanda shrugs with half a smile. I actually already emailed it to you, so if you want to take a look—

Oh, sure! Eve gestures for Amanda to come join her next to the computer as she closes out of her empty facetiming screen and pulls up her email address. It takes a moment before she recognizes, Masters of the Dancing Arts…that’s Cian’s studio, isn’t it? Or was. She wonders, vaguely, if it belongs to Agatha now or if someone else maintains everything, if Cian set their studio in someone else’s capable hands as they stared at their own mortality. Someone had to be keeping everything running, or Amanda couldn’t be mentioning it now.

Amanda nods as she leans over Eve’s shoulder. They used to slip into my yoga class every now and again. I really liked them.

Without thinking, Eve asks, Did Agatha ever join you? She pauses, shakes her head. Sorry, I shouldn’t have asked that. Her eyes scan her email until she finds the one she’s looking for, double-clicks it. Then she begins to scan the potential new schedule Amanda drew up.

Once or twice, Amanda says, still leaning over Eve’s shoulder, but she usually just takes one of the studios to dance.

This looks good, Eve starts to say, focused on the schedule and not quite processing what Amanda says, so as long as it fits within budget— She stops. Blinks twice. She does what?

Takes a studio to dance. She’s really into that ballet stuff. I think she used to be a professional? I know Cian was…a long time ago. Amanda straightens. I’ll go check with my contact about pricing and get back to you. She reaches over and gives Eve’s shoulder a squeeze. Thanks, Eve.

As Amanda starts to leave her office, Eve stops her. Amanda?

Hm? Amanda turns back to face her.

Do you…. Eve hesitates. This isn’t crossing a boundary. It just came up it conversation, which means it’s totally fine for her to ask. Do you go to yoga there often? At…at Cian’s studio, I mean.

Amanda nods. Not as often as I used to, but I try to get out once a week. Most of the time, it’s really relaxing. Sometimes I’m really sore after, you know? Need to do more stretches in my free time, I guess. She smiles, then, before Eve has a chance to ask, says, You want me to call you if Agatha shows up?

Eve hesitates again. Surely, if Agatha wanted her to know, she’d tell her. But maybe this is just another one of those things that Agatha would tell her if she asked – or, like owning The Scratching Post, maybe she expects that Eve already knows. Especially if it’s such common knowledge that Amanda—

Yes, Eve says, cutting off her own thoughts. If it’s not too much of a hassle?

Not at all. Amanda grins, gives a little nod, and then backs out of the room.

Eve sighs, props her elbows on her desk, and leans forward, pushing her hands through her hair. This is…probably not the way to be doing things. If Agatha wanted her to know, she would tell her. And she hadn’t. But also—

I collapsed during a performance in New York.

I got the scars from a really bad fall.

Eve glances up, takes a deep breath, and pulls up Google. She glances at her phone again – no texts or missed calls, not from Jane, not from Agatha – and tugs her lower lip between her teeth. It would be easy to tell herself that Agatha wouldn’t mind, but that’s a lie. She knows that’s a lie.

Still….

Eve types Agatha Harkness ballet performance collapse into the search engine, not really expecting anything to come up. If something had happened, it had to have been a long time ago. Or at least a few years. So this isn’t really a risk or an invasion of Agatha’s privacy at all. It’s not like she’ll actually—

Oh.

Eve tightens her hold on her steering wheel as she drives home. She bites her lip. Off and on all day, she has been debating calling Agatha, asking to talk about…about everything. Except…she isn’t supposed to know. She shouldn’t know. And she could keep acting like she doesn’t know, but that doesn’t feel right either. She takes a deep breath, clenches her teeth together, and at the next red light, pulls her phone out and dials Agatha’s number.

Agatha doesn’t answer, which isn’t incredibly unlike her. She must just be busy.

Hey, Agatha. Voicemail is better than nothing after all, and Eve would rather leave a message now than try to get up the courage to text her again later. Can you come over later? I’d love to— She cuts herself off, swallows. Can we talk? It isn’t anything bad! I just…. Her voice trails off. I think we need to talk. She bites her lower lip again. Call me.

Eve shoves her phone into her pocket as she turns onto her street. That’s probably not the best message – we need to talk, who is she kidding? If she got a message like that, she would be spinning into a panic. She should—

Then Eve makes it to her house, sees who is sitting on her front steps, and forgets all about it. She blinks twice. Parks. Gets out of the car. Jane?

He cheated on me, Jane says, voice soft, as Eve approaches. Craig’s been…. He’s been cheating on me. She meets Eve’s eyes as Eve sits on the steps next to her. Can I stay here for a little while?

Eve wraps an arm gingerly around Jane’s shoulders, and Jane leans against her, easy as she always has, as though nothing’s happened at all. Of course, she says, squeezing Jane’s shoulder. Stay here for as long as you need.

#bandit fic #agave fic #eve fletcher #agatha harkness #brendan fletcher #eve fletcher x agatha harkness #agatha harkness x eve fletcher #mcu #wandavision #mrs. fletcher #unfortunately agatha does not appear in this chapter #alas #next chapter we go back to agathian backstory!#woo!#FINALLY #like a big chunk of the scenes and images of that backstory are in this next arc #i'm so ready to finally write them out y'all have no idea

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What is/was your OCs relationship with their mother like? What is/was your OCs relationship with their father like? For both Darien and Tierce bc you know, Hawkes

Oh, good one!

The Leandra in my head is more solid than the Malcolm since he varies by Hawke for me so for Darien:

He is a bit of a mama's boy, so he's very protective and affectionate towards Leandra, especially after Malcolm’s death. He doesn't even really realize that she foists a lot of blame on him because he blames himself for everything anyways so he's also a little blind to some of Leandra's more negative traits ajdkd.

His relationship with Malcolm was also positive, he was a good teacher and maybe leaning a bit more towards a purple personality even though Darien is technically blue ahdjfk. It has been a while since I have put myself into Darien's brain so I might. Mull this over a lil more and might add to this more but my brain is not cooperating ajdjkf

Tierce is easier to step into.

His relationships with everyone in his family are: complicated! No one in this fucking family communicates well! His relationship with Leandra I've thought a lot about in relation to his transition because I think when he was born she was excited to have a girl and was disappointed when Tierce was really not into all the traditionally feminine things Leandra was hoping to bond over (whereas I think Darien was a lot less dysphoric regarding that stuff/what he was dysphoric about he was a lot quieter about.) Their relationship was kind of a standoff until Bethany really started showing interest in more traditionally "girly" things and Tierce officially came out and then things really improved between them but like. They are bad at. Talking.

He and Malcolm are also bad at talking but in like that stoic like. Parallel play way ahsjdlf where they will sit in the same room and be doing separate things and then after they leave they're like "yeah that was a great father-son interaction" but also both of them are kinda like "but did *he* think that was a good father-son interaction?" But neither of them actually asks if it was. They both have a thing about performing acts of service as a love language but not actually realizing when people are trying to say I love you back by reciprocating acts of service. The one time Tierce actually realized that Malcolm was paying close attention was when he came out and Malcolm immediately pulled out the Gender Magic (tm) bc he had been picking up the signs and was preparing for when Tierce was ready to be out about it. But on the flip side Malcolm and his legacy definitely puts a lot of pressure on Tierce and he tries really hard to do his father justice but he has no idea how he's doing, especially now with *everyone* gone he really feels like a failure of a son to both his parents (this latter part is definitely also a big thing with Darien. Hawkes can fit so much guilt in them)

I feel like this is not. Super coherently written despite me having thought extensively about it but I have taken so long to answer it now that I simply feel bad ajdkfk thank you for the ask sorry if this is jumbled, work has thoroughly fried my brain

#ask games #darien hawke #tierce hawke #malcolm #leandra

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scribbuluswrites · 2 years

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The Discovery

Introducing.... ANOTHER new bit for a very old story. XD

As always, thank you for reading and enjoying and coming along on this journey far from canon. All of your interactions and reblogs are much appreciated. These keep your friendly neighbourhood writer writing.

The next morning, Coco looked up as Katarina wandered into the kitchen. It was much later than he’d ever seen her sleep in, but whatever had been bothering her the day before had been enough to make her call in sick to work. She had a sleepy, satisfied smile on her face. That made Coco feel more proud than anything else he’d accomplished.

He was glad the club hadn’t called with anything for him last night. He wanted a morning off, and a chance to finally talk about what had upset her. Or, what was in those brochures.

“It’s probably not as strong as you make it,” he grinned, setting a mug of coffee in front of her as she flopped into a kitchen chair. Kat nodded her appreciation, cradling the mug in both hands. Coco was struck again by how much he liked this version of her. The power-badass suits were definitely attractive, but he still loved her most like this.

“I really shouldn’t drink it like that anyway,” she conceded, taking a long sip.

Last night, Coco had finally felt a sense of calm, like Katarina was opening up in the same way she’d asked him to. She didn’t offer details on the things he was scared to ask, but Coco knew that was going to be down to him finally pushing her a little bit.

“You feelin’ better after yesterday?” he asked gently, bumping her knee under the table. She didn’t say anything, just tilting her head in a ‘sort of’ gesture. “I never seen you call in sick,” he commented, trying to press her a bit.

“Yeah, I’m just not ready to deal with work again,” she replied, taking a long sip of coffee.

“You can tell me about it, you know,” Coco mentioned, trying to catch her eye. He was starting to get the sense that Kat wasn’t going to tell him anything about her job.

“I know,” she smiled, the expression not reaching her eyes at all.

“And…” he led, hoping to get her to talk. As Kat evaded his glances, he started to get a little frustrated.

“And nothing, Coco,” Kat answered, her voice tense. “Work has just been more stressful lately. It will ease up soon enough.”

“Shortage on car parts I don’t know about?” he questioned, losing his patience. He knew this was probably how she felt regularly with him, but he’d been making a huge effort to let her in. Coco didn’t feel like Katarina was reciprocating. “Fine. Wanna talk about why you got all kinds of paperwork on reinforced glass?”

At that, Kat’s head snapped up, a look of accusation on her face. Coco recoiled slightly as he realised he’d let his annoyance get the better of him; that wasn’t the way to start a conversation. It was the way to start a fight.

“You went through my bag?” Kat snapped, looking more angry than confused. “Wanting no secrets doesn’t mean you can just go snooping through everything.”

“Then why didn’t you tell me? It feels like secrets,” he sniped, feeding off her anger. He didn’t want to argue, but he still didn’t know how to stop his emotions from getting in the way.

“I told you I sell aftermarket mods for cars. I didn’t realise I needed to give you every specific detail,” she replied, standing up from the table. “You come by covered in blood or with contact burns from removing a silencer, but I don’t ask questions. I don’t dig through your pockets.”

Katarina wanted to say more, but she suddenly started to put the pieces together. She’d seen the rifle bag at Coco’s apartment before. That coupled with the reinforced panel on his car was beginning to paint a picture that could be disastrous.

She stormed down the hallway, grabbing her work bag on the way. It wasn’t likely that Coco would keep going through her papers, but she couldn’t risk him finding any confidential information mixed in with the technical specs.

Coco wasn’t finished, though. His anger was bubbling up in a way he hadn’t expected, and he didn’t really know how to contain it. He normally reacted before he really thought about things, and this was the first time someone he’d let in this far had lit that fire.

The things he’d skimmed in the brochures were the exact sort of items that had been causing him so much trouble. They weren’t common or easy to access, and he knew it wasn’t likely just a coincidence.

“When it affects me you fucking do,” he thundered, following after her as she marched back down the hall. Kat stopped abruptly, and he nearly ran into her.

“Affects you?” she asked, her voice scathing. The colour drained from Coco’s face as he realised what he’d said. Letting Kat in on his life was fine, but he hadn’t intended to tell her anything about his side business with Angel and the rebels. “Oh, fuck. It’s you,” she murmured, shaking her head in disbelief. Her suspicions were confirmed now, and it didn’t make her feel any better. “There’s been an increased demand for higher end reinforcements because of some ridiculously good sniper who keeps picking off certain… players.”

Coco slammed his fist into the wall next to her. This was a very big complication. Katarina’s involvement could jeopardise everything they had worked on building behind the club’s back. On top of that, she now knew he was operating against the cartel. It was a lot of trust to give anyone.

“Based on that reaction, I’m guessing it isn’t a club-wide activity,” she inferred, stumbling as he shoved her against the wall. Her eyes narrowed, but she didn’t immediately react. Coco let go of her arms, pressing his palms against the wall on either side of her to be certain he didn’t accidentally hurt her.

“You can’t tell anyone,” he said roughly, his breathing uneven. “You can’t fucking tell anyone,” he repeated, his eyes wild and unfocused.

He pulled his arms back, and Kat was sure he was going to grab her again. Her fist shot out, jabbing him in the ribs with a surprising amount of force.

Coco took a half-step back, realising Kat must have been trained how to fight. He was beginning to figure out that she knew a lot more than she’d let on.

Coco was off-balance and distracted, and Kat used the opportunity to push past him. “Look, I would never say anything, but don’t ever try to intimidate me.” Her voice was firm, but Coco could sense the hurt just beneath it.

He dropped his head, softening his stance immediately. Coco knew he’d crossed a line, but he had just a little hope that he could still fix it. Katarina hadn’t left the room, and he took his chance to apologise.

“I’m sorry,” he confessed, hoping she could tell how much he meant it. “They’ll…” he trailed off, unable to say the words now that he had something to lose. Kat’s hand slipped into his, the affection unexpected.

“I know what will happen if the club finds out, and it will be a lot nicer than if the other guys find out,” she finished for him. “I wasn’t hiding it from you; I’m just under contract not to talk about those kinds of specifics.” Kat walked to the couch, tugging Coco along with her. “I’m sure I don’t have to tell you, but this can’t get spread around,” she began, waiting until Coco nodded. “Mine is a business relationship, but you know they’ll do the same to me if I let confidential details slip.”

“Hey, I won’t tell anyone,” he assured, holding on tighter to her hand. “I would never betray you, Kat, or put you in harm's way.”

Katarina knew it was true. Coco was loyal and honest; he would never betray his club or brothers, and Kat was discovering that she meant that much to him now.

“I own a reinforcement company. We mostly specialise in vehicles, and we have a good reputation. It’s why I got called about partnering with a firm down here. The cartel was having an increase in issues, and they wanted to start matching the heat that was coming their way. I didn’t think it would have anything to do with you. I knew the club muled for Galindo, but I didn’t realise the rest,” Kat explained, resolving to just tell him everything. “If I had known you were the one causing 90% of the issues, I would have gone about things differently. Operating behind the cartel’s back is a pretty important tidbit to tell someone.”

“How do you know anything about that?” he asked, needing to know if the cartel knew about their rebel alliance.

“You and your club work for Galindo. If you’re this nervous, it probably means you have more than just the cartel to worry about,” Kat shrugged. She was a lot calmer than Coco had expected as she worked everything out. Hell, Kat being able to work it out was a shock, too.

“You don’t seem too upset about me workin’ against the Galindos. If shit goes wrong, they’ll kill me,” he mentioned, wondering how seriously she really took this type of threat. He was sure she knew the cartel was dangerous in theory, everyone had read the news, but did she really understand the sort of trouble Coco could really wind up in.

“He won’t just kill you; he’ll fucking rip you to pieces. And, that’s probably after he’s already sent you my head in a box,” Katarina replied. She didn’t look nearly as scared as Coco would have expected with those sorts of words.

“Thought he always kept you on the outside,” Coco commented. He didn’t really want to talk about Happy, but he also needed to know the extent of Kat’s knowledge.

Kat sighed and lifted the hem of her shirt, pressing his fingertips against a large snake tattoo that covered most of her side. She slid his hand down, seeing his expression shift as he obviously felt the scars she’d hidden.

“Just call it my own inside knowledge,” she murmured, letting him go.

“Are those bullet holes?” he asked, his eyes wide with surprise. Coco felt strange that he didn't know something like this about her. His fingers had grazed the scars plenty of times, but he’d never studied them enough to realise what they were.

Kat nodded. She knew Coco wanted the whole story, but it wasn’t all hers to tell. It was a lot like EZ’s situation. The reason Angel was so angry lately wasn’t her place to explain.

“I can’t give you a lot of details, but they’re a souvenir from the previous Mr. Galindo,” she explained. Kat’s expression fell as she realised the other part of the story she really should share. Should have shared before she let it get serious. “My insider knowledge came with another… gift. I can’t, um, I can’t have kids,” she told him, wondering if that was something Coco even wanted. She didn’t, but it was something they had to discuss. It wouldn’t be fair to keep something like this from him.

Coco shrugged. “I got kids, dulce. I ain’t need any more.” His words were entirely casual, but they affected Kat in a way she hadn’t anticipated.

Katarina let out a breath she didn’t realise she’d been holding, grinning at him. He was unexpected in so many more ways than she’d expected.

“I didn’t go through your bag, by the way. I knocked it off the chair yesterday,” Coco explained softly. He knew they were way past that point now, but it still felt important that Kat know he wouldn’t snoop like that.

“I know you wouldn’t,” she replied quickly. “I let myself forget that being open has to work both ways.”

Coco nodded, linking his fingers with hers. “I wanna tell you everything, but it’s real ride or die shit. The next step, that’s up to you, dulce,” he murmured, pulling her against his chest. “I want it.” Kat wrapped her arms around him, but stayed silent.

“Coco.” Her voice was so quiet he nearly missed it. His heart clenched as he accepted what she was probably going to say. “Tell me honestly. Would it be better for you if I let my contract expire and left town?”

Coco loosened his grip and leaned back enough to see her face. He sensed there was a little more to it.

“I’m basically working against you, and I know that’s a major complication. I just need to know if it would make your life easier if I-”

“Kat, I love you,” he interrupted, pushing a stray bit of hair behind her ear. Coco wasn’t sure it was the right thing to say, but he couldn’t stop the words. He also knew they were the best chance at convincing her to stay.

“Then I guess I need help moving everything down here,” she replied, a soft smile on her face. He tried his hardest not to look disappointed that she hadn’t said it back. “I’ve got one other complication to iron out, and then I want everything. You, me, sunset. Whatever that looks like for us.”

“Sunset,” he chuckled, smiling down at her. “I like that.” Coco leaned in to kiss her, letting himself focus on that truth for the time being.

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