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theodoradevlin · 9 months

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A Soft Place to Land

In the Dawn of Redemption: Pt 1 | Pt 2 | Pt 3

Summary: I'm tricking myself into a commitment here. Sebastian/Ominis/MC are traveling up the mountain to determine the source of whatever crashed there earlier that morning...as well as to see if the object they seek is in the same place. But is the ancient magic lying within that mountain going to make it easy for them? NO. Will this mini fic have a plethora of adventure angst tropes? YES. Unapologetically, so. Plus I selfishly want to bring more of Theo’s background up to the forefront in this sp00ky adventure. *insert evil genius laughter here & hold on to your butts*

Word Count: 1.4k (little longer, serry)

A Soft Place to Land

The sun may as well have not risen once the three of them had set out towards the western mountain. The terrain quickly shifted from the green meadow of the valley to the rugged outcropping and rocky terrain, forming amidst the tree roots and leaf litter the further up they went.

It had to be well into the morning by that point, but you couldn't tell. Whether from the black clouds that had continued to roll off of the top of the mountain, or the density of the fog that only increased the further up they got. Theo felt as if she was all but stuck in the twilight herself. She could scarcely recognize further than a few mere paces ahead of them.

She sucked in her breath, turning to Sebastian who matched her expression with a terse purse of his mouth, his eyes already shadowed by his pulled up hood. He didn’t like this any better than she did.

“This fog is going to hinder our visibility. We may need to double back and try again when it clears…otherwise how are we going to be able to find where that thing landed?” Sebastian’s mind was already trying to stay one step ahead, calculating plan b, c, and d.

Ominis just looked perplexed. The fog made no difference to him, as indicated by the red pulse of his sentient wand, now looking more like a warning alarm in the fog than anything else… and yet he looked towards Theo as if ready to keep going, or turn around on her cue.

She took a deep breath, trying to sound as assured as possible. “We’re going in the right direction… I can feel it. The magic. It … feels similar to ancient magic but…something about it is different.”

Ominis’ attention lingered on her a few more moments before giving her a nod in agreement. Sebastian, however, was not so easily convinced.

“So you can…what? Sense all types of magic now? What do you mean you can feel it? Is that why you’ve been so oddly quiet this whole trek?” His accusing tone was not missed as his eyes continued to roam over her, calculating. They did not keep secrets from each other.

“I - well. Maybe?? I wasn’t sure what it was I was feeling at first. But, yes. It’s …almost like a thrumming. It’s been getting stronger the closer we get to the northern pass. If we take that up, I think we’ll find it. There’s a cave system that’s not far off the main trail we’ve already been considering for days. It can’t be a coincidence.”

Sebastian’s mouth pursed as his mind processed her words, brows scrunching in worry at her lack of admission. “Theo, you need to tell us those things-“

“Yes! Yes, of course. Follow the whatever the scary, ominous mysterious thing is. Go exactly where we shouldn’t. Do it with barely a shred of information… I thought we decided that was the plan already? It’s always the plan you two come up with..” Ominis muttered dryly, cutting Sebastian off to slice the tension, and reclaiming Theo’s own statement from earlier this morning. Regardless, she shot him a rueful laugh in thanks.

Sebastian sighed, relenting whatever protest had been brewing on his tongue, diverting his attention back to Ominis instead, sarcasm edging back into his tone. “I knew you’d come around to our way of doing things, eventually….”

Ominis snorted, “I don’t think either of you ever give me much of a choice…”

But Theo’s attention was already drifting past their small bits of bickering.

There was another noise that had been in the background the entire time that she hadn’t exactly offered up as information. She thought she had been making it up at first….and yet… it was more definitive now. Her attention turned to the thicket of tree’s to her right, where a soft melody drifted through the dense forrest. As the boys argued over their next plan of action, her body turned towards the direction of the sound.

The thicket gave way to a denser part of the forest, the fog and canopy overhead increasing in density as she wafted in between the tree’s. The sound became easier and easier to hear the further she went…because the further and further she went the noise of the forrest had become more silent. Birds had stopped, crickets were quiet. Even Sebastian and Ominis were too far to be heard.

It was a song. And it was a child’s voice singing it.

“Hello? Is anyone out there?” Theo’s desperate voice called out into the hazy dew. If it was a child…she had to make sure they were safe.

Suddenly, a flash of red flitted in the corner of her eye, the song crescendoing as the figure sprinted past her.

“Hey- come back! You can’t be out here!” Theo immediately sprinted after the form, knowing that with whatever lurked in these woods this child had to get home as soon as possible. The song continued to waft through the woods, as she ran faster, her brow furrowed. The sense of familiarity increased, which only had her pace increasing.

The next thing she knew, the fog had become so dense around her it was as if she had been trapped in a cloud. Just her, and this child in front of her. Finally, the child had stopped just ahead. She saw that the red was hair, long and curly. A girl. And a realization hit her…the song had been a song her mother had sang to her when …she had been alive. It had been buried so deep in her memory.

Theo stopped running as the child did, walking up to her in cautious curiosity. That song had been a folk song in her village, but how did this little girl know it all the way down here, so far from Horncastle? Theo inched closer to the girl, holding a hand out as if to usher her towards her.

“Hi there…are you okay? What are you doing all the way out there?” Her words softly drifted out as she continued her slow approach to not startle her. The words that responded to her were low, and ice-not childlike at all.

“It’s all your fault. Your parents. You killed them didn’t you?”

Theo froze in her tracks. Her muscles constricting. Air becoming harder to inhale at the words that she had held in her own heart in guilt all these years.

“What….did you say?” She must have misheard the girl it couldn’t possibly…

Suddenly, before her, the small child turned around. It was her own face. Theo’s face. From the age she was her parents had died.

Before Theo knew what to do with that, before the scream could claw it’s way out of her lungs, the child disappeared and Theo felt the earth beneath her crumble.

The scream came then. As she fell herself pitching forward into empty air.

Screaming, she was falling and then — and then a sudden stop.

Arms were wrapped around her waist, stealing her air at the force of them as they tugged her backwards into a broad chest, another arm immediately coming around her to press her shaking body into him as they tumbled back into solid ground.

“I’ve got you, I’ve got you, I’ve got you…..”

She cried out, shaking, looking up through tears to see Ominis - his face paler than usual as he gripped on to her for dear life, and the fog now lifting slightly to show there was no girl...

...... and Theo had nearly walked herself off the edge of a cliff.

“The - the little girl. She was right there! A moment ago - she..she..” Theo fought to catch her breath, stumbling over her words.

Ominis simply pressed her tighter.

“She wasn’t real Theo. I’m real. You’re real. You’re with me now. It's okay.”

His words and his body were the only solid things she could hold on to as the nearness of her demise hit her.

“It all felt so real…” She groaned weakly, shuddering into him as moments later Sebastian came crashing into view, the fog suddenly dissipating completely as he took in the scene, the nearness of Theo to the cliff…the broken rocks.

He barreled forward and she momentarily left Ominis’ arms to crash into his embrace.

“Theo - what were you doing? You can’t go running off like that - you silly, silly girl.” His words rushed over her as they were spoken into her hair. And...also just another reminder how quickly she could have gone over the edge and all of this would have been over.

Suddenly she pulled away to look at him and Ominis, “I thought…I heard singing. You didn't hear it? I didn’t think it was that far - how did you…how did you find me?”

Ominis waved his wand in the air again. “Guess it doesn’t always hurt to be blind as a bat if everyone else is anyway. My wand’s sentience. I was able to use it to follow your path through the woods…but if it had been one second later…..” He trailed off, his grip tightening.

“Sebastian’s right. Don’t do that again. We need to stay together…especially as it’s now clear that we are not the only one’s out here.”

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ynscrazylife · 3 years

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Holaaaa, I would really love to request a Wanda Maximoff x sister reader fic, preferably an angsty one- but I don’t have the ability to think of a good storyline but if you’d want to write this, I have faith that you would !! <3

The One Who Interfered | w.m angst sister fic

Summary: The power of a sister defeats chaos magic any day, anytime.

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It was safe to say that the concept of feelings was still a . . . strange subject for Vision. Logically, he shouldn’t posses them, for he was merely made up of electronic parts and a bunch of codings. Yet, from everything he scanned of the humans around him, their emotions were one and the same. Vision’s love for his wife Wanda was as true as his neighbor’s for his wife and his love for his children Billy and Tommy was as real as his children’s love for him.

Unfortunately, though, that also meant that his guilt from lying to Wanda and not being there for their children’s Halloween was as present as ever. However, his curiosity got the best of him, and he didn’t know how much longer he could exist in restlessness without answers.

The scary thing was, though, that he didn’t even really know what questions that the answers he was searching for would solve.

All he knew is that every time he tried to think back to a time before he and Wanda moved to Westview, when he and Wanda had even started dating, he drew a blank. It was as if someone had put up a wall, dividing his memories. But that wasn’t the only thing. Something about this place was just off. Everything always seemed to fall into the right place, just a few inches off the exact dot. There was something about the people in Westview — their behaviors, their choice of words, that led Vision to believe that perhaps, somehow, a greater force must be at play.

He didn’t know what he wanted to see or didn’t want to see when he went past the street Wanda always warned their children not to go down, but he could only hope that his intuition was right and something, anything was there.

Yet what he came across filled him with the urge to turn around and fly home and to never, ever come back or think back. The people on these streets, standing in front of the houses, were frozen still, like statues. At first he thought that maybe they were, but when he saw a singular tear rolling down a woman’s eye, he knew that this had to be real, and it was sickening.

Wanda had to have known what was there if she didn’t want their children seeing it, which meant she had to know something about it and made the choice not to tell her husband. Vision frowned, spurred with a new-found determination to uncover what his wife was hiding. Instead of turning and flying back, he walked at a brisk pace, so he wouldn’t miss any other clues that may be lurking around.

Lucky for him — this proved useful when he saw a woman walking down the street, wearing a common and classic vampire costume. Usually he wouldn’t spare her a second thought but she struck . . . ah, what did the humans call it? . . . Oh, yeah! She struck déjà vu in him. After a moment of thinking, he remembered that he had seen someone who looked exactly like her in a photo with Wanda, along with Wanda’s brother Pietro who she had told Vision about. Yet this woman . . . Wanda never mentioned her.

He fixated on the women and, without thinking (can robots really think?), made quick strides to stand before her.

The woman’s eyes widened and she took a step back, pulling a face. “Nice makeup,” she commented enthusiastically, nodding to his robotic head that was usually masked as human. “How’d you do it?”

Vision ignored this and, before the opportunity could escape him, he placed his fingers on the temples of her forehead. He didn’t quite know what he was doing but somehow his muscles seemed to remember. Within seconds, the woman had gasped and her eyes flew open, and a different gleam took its place.

“Viv-Vision?” She said in awe, before throwing her arms around him in a tight embrace.

Vision froze. Did he know her? He suppose he had to, if she was related to Wanda. Frowning in annoyance that he couldn’t remember, he gave her an awkward couple of pats on the back.

Y/N pulled back and furrowed her eyebrows as it dawned on her the complete cluelessness in Vision’s face. He was her best friend! They had known each other ever since he had joined the—the Avengers. The Avengers? The Avengers!

The memories came rushing back. Joining the team with her sister and brother, meeting Vision, going on Avengers’ missions . . . Fighting Thanos . . . The Snap . . . The battle! Getting everyone back! Going to Westview with Wanda? Westview . . . Wanda? . . . WANDA!

“What?” Vision spluttered.

Y/N blinked, realizing that she had said the last word out-loud. She remembered everything. How Wanda’s powers washed over her and gave her fake memories, a fake life . . . But underneath it all she had fought to remember, she had seen Wanda’s own nightmares.

“I need to see Wanda!” She elaborated. When Vision remained in a stunned state, Y/N got impatient. “Now!”

Vision nodded. He had considered using his powers to stop her awareness but decided against it when she mentioned his wife. “Hold on,” he muttered and wrapped an arm around Y/N before he flew them into the air. Rare was the robot so caught off-guard.

Within seconds they were at Wanda and Vision’s house. Walking inside, they found Wanda and Pietro still in their Halloween costumes, talking. Billy and Tommy must have been upstairs, sleeping — or eating their candy.

“Y/N?” The Maximoff twins said at the same time. Though Pietro had a silly grin on his face and Wanda looked like she had just seen a ghost.

Y/N, too, was shocked, not expecting to see her “brother” . . . “Who are you?” She asked curtly, turning to Pietro and glaring.

Pietro glanced from Wanda to Y/N, giving an exaggerated scoff. “What?” He said, furrowing his eyebrows. “I’m your big bro, duh!”

Y/N opened her mouth to debunk that but, before the words could form themselves on the tip of her tongue, Wanda cut in. “Pietro, Vision, can we please have a moment?” She requested.

Everyone in that room knew that Wanda meant business when she used that low, calm, slightly venomous tone. Vision and Pietro walked into the kitchen and Y/N glared at her sister.

“How did you get into Westview?” Wanda asked once the door shut, her demeanor switching completely. She relaxed her muscles and her face contorted into a look of genuine surprise and remorse, her eyes carrying regret.

Y/N wasn’t buying it, though. She bit her lip. “The same way you did, we drove in the same damn car!” She cried.

Wanda huffed, not fazed by her outburst but not appreciative of it, either. “How did you get back into Westview?” She said, and a wisp of red circled her clenched fists.

Y/N glanced at her sister’s hands. “I never left!” She said, deciding that even if her sister held an immense amount of power, she wasn’t going to let that scare her.

The wisp disappeared.

Wanda’s jaw dropped ever so slightly.

“W-what?” She croaked out.

Y/N stood her ground, eyes watering. “You cast an illusion over this entire town. You gave them fake memories and took away their free will. All of them! Even me,” she explained.

When Wanda didn’t answer, seeming almost frozen, Y/N continued. “Why haven’t you stopped it? We’re all suffering — we’re all in pain. Why won’t you stop it?!” She questioned, her tears starting to fall and her cheeks reddening. She had wanted to ask this for awhile, she could feel it in her bones.

“I’ve tried,” Wanda gasped. She too was crying. “But every time I-I . . . Every time Vision and my children disappear.”

Y/N blinked, not having expecting that. After she gathered her thoughts, she pushed on. “Can’t you figure out a way to at least stop holding people hostage here? Or bring back their memories—?”

“If I do that then they’ll come after me,” Wanda interrupted.

Y/N took a physical step back and stared at her sister, whilst the redhead took deep breaths, a look crossing over her features that expressed that she hadn’t meant to say that.

“So is it that you don’t want your already-dead husband to disappear and your non-real children that I’m sure you can use your magic to make them stay alive to disappear, or is it that you don’t want to face the people you’ve hurt?”

Wanda’s gaze instantly turned into a glare, as did her tight-lipped look morph into her frown, and her limp hands come alight with power.

Y/N looked at her sister, unsure. “Do it,” she decided, still refusing to be afraid of Wanda, and jutting her chin out. “Then go lie to your husband and our “brother” on where I am. Continue lying to and hurting people instead of trying to find a solution that will save the people in Westview and your family — which obviously doesn’t include me because you just forget that I was here, right? You forget that I helped you through everything, yeah? You forgot that I lost you in the snap, huh?”

The power disappeared from Wanda’s hands but she didn’t say anything. The sisters stood and stared at each other. Wanda was huffing and puffing and her emotions were having an all-out war on her face, fighting to take over. Meanwhile Y/N was shaking with nerves but trying to maintain as confident as possible.

Finally, Y/N turned around and walked out. In her state, she didn’t notice Agatha Harkness amongst the bushes in the front yard, with a smile growing on her lips as she watched the youngest Maximoff retreat.

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luminnara · 3 years

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It’s Been a Long, Long Time | Ch 8 NSFW 18+ ONLY

Summary: When HYDRA had their prized asset, the Winter Soldier, they did something no one ever thought was possible: they gave super soldier serum to an omega. With the sole purpose of tending to him during his ruts, she spends decades living in HYDRA facilities, denied her humanity and her life. Now, years later, Bucky Barnes has his mind and his own life back...and the last thing he ever expects is to see a familiar omega again. Bucky/OC, a little angsty but mostly smutty/fluffy/romantic!

Part One | .... | Part Nine

Warnings: A/b/o, knotting, nsfw, sexy stuff, some weight related talk

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“I never got the chance to do this back in the day, you know.”

“Oh yeah?” Bucky grunted.

“Mhm. You were always more the…’turn around, I’m mounting you here and now’ type.”

“Can’t imagine why.” He mumbled.

Bucky was on his back, his wrists tied to the bedposts. It was something he would consider a compromising position, all of his decades of training and his own instincts telling him that he was too exposed and therefore in danger.

He trusted her, though, and because of that, he liked it. There was something sexy about being bound with your own leather belt, especially when a cute little omega was the one doing the tying.

“The big, scary Winter Soldier, on his back? For me?” Amoretta teased, as if she hadn't been the one who put him there.

“Don’t get used to it,” he growled.

“Unless you decide you love it,” She purred, ghosting a hand over his abs.

He tensed and then flexed. “I love anything involving you, doll.”

She let out a light, twinkling laugh. “Flexing? You’re such a show off. You don’t have to prove how tough you are to me, I already know.”

“Can’t help it.” He growled again.

She hummed quietly, sliding her hand up to his chest. “You’re just a big teddy bear.”

“I’m not a bear,” Bucky huffed, looking at her incredulously, as if the thought was absolutely ridiculous.

“No?” Amoretta asked. “Then what are you? A big pussycat?”

“The Wakandans call me White Wolf.”

“A wolf, huh? Nonna always used to say you can never tame a wolf.” She laid on his chest, looking up at him. “I don’t think I want to, though. I want you wild and free.”

“...you flipped me over and tried to hogtie me.”

“Well...yeah. But I wanna try being on top!”

Her little whine was just too cute for him to argue with.

“Then why don’t you get up and fuckin’ ride me?” He snapped, trying to encourage her to actually get a move on.

“Because I want to make you wait,” Amoretta purred, stretching up to nip at his earlobe while one of her hands drifted down his stomach. “I’ve never gotten to be with you when you aren’t all rut-crazy. I want to play with you…”

“Then do it faster!” He let his head fall back onto the pillows with a frustrated groan as her fingers brushed over his pelvis.

He was hard again, and all he wanted to do was bury himself inside of her and knot her again and again and again. He ached for her, impatient, breathy huffs and growls leaving his throat as he squeezed his eyes shut. She was a tease. Of course she was a fucking tease. At the rate things were going, she would be able to get him to do absolutely anything by the time the night was over, as long as it meant that he could feel the way her pussy milked his cock.

“The more impatient you are, the slower I’ll go,” she cooed, ghosting her nails around the base of his shaft.

Bucky snorted angrily, picking his head up again to look at her. “At least use your mouth. I’m dyin’ here.”

“Hey, I’m in charge right now,” she reminded him.

She slid down the bed anyways.

There was already a big bead of precum on the tip of his cock, and when she swept her tongue over it, he let out the loudest, deepest, filthiest moan she had ever heard. The sound had her pressing her thighs together, desperately trying to ignore the slick that was pooling onto the sheets beneath her as she gave him another taste. She wanted to be in charge for once, and at the moment, that meant trying to control her own urges while she teased her alpha.

His groans and growls were reverberating through his whole body as she wrapped her lips around his cock. He wanted to grab her hair and guide her head, but every time he tried to move, he was reminded that his wrists were bound and he had nowhere to go.

It was frustrating.

“Fuck,” he moaned, defeated. “Take it all...c’mon, doll, please…I know you can…”

His encouragement made her hum happily as her head bobbed up and down. Each time, she took more and more of him into her throat, until her nose was pressing against his pelvis and drool was running down her chin.

Bucky was trying his hardest to stay still. He wanted to enjoy the moment, not fuck it up, but god, did he want to absolutely rail her throat. With his hands literally tied, though, all he could do was try to roll his hips up towards her, desperately trying to thrust in and out of her mouth and maintain some semblance of control.

Amoretta was taking it in stride, relaxing her throat and holding onto his thighs to steady herself. Her tongue was slipping around his cock, her spit dripping down onto his balls as he let out a symphony of dirty sounds that ranged from needy to furious.

“Please,” he whined. “Fuck, baby, please...untie my hands, let me cum….”

She looked up at him with those big doe eyes, and it was enough to make him unravel. Seeing her there between his legs, her perfect lips wrapped around his cock, was probably the sexiest thing he had ever seen.

And it was just for him.

“Fuck…” he moaned, his voice low as he came into her throat. His hips pressed forward with each wave that passed through him, the feeling of her throat tightening and swallowing only urging him to give her every last drop he had.

Amoretta had never gotten to swallow with him before. When he was rutting, he never wanted her to waste even a bit of his seed, but for her first time, she felt like she did pretty well. It helped that she was addicted to the taste and the smell of his cock at this point, his musky scent filling her nose and practically making her purr. She wanted to drown in it, or at least roll around until she was completely drenched.

“You better get up here.” Bucky growled as she let his cock pop out of her mouth, a little string of saliva following behind.

“Or what?” She licked her lips, savoring the taste of him.

He answered with a dangerously low snarl as she crawled over him. “Just sit on my fuckin’ face already.”

She bit her lip in anticipation as she made her way up to his head. He was quick to reach up for her, his tongue finding her cunt and encouraging her to sink down onto him with lap after lap. He went at it like he didn’t know when he’d get the chance to again, eagerly licking up the fresh slick coating her inner thighs and pausing for the occasional nip here and there.

Amoretta gasped and huffed, grabbing hold of his hair as she started rocking her hips. She didn’t know where he had learned to give such good head, but she wasn’t about to complain, not when his tongue was dipping in and out of her like that.

“I-I didn’t know alphas ever did this,” she laughed breathlessly, grinding herself down against his mouth.

He answered with a deep moan of appreciation. Honestly, if he could stay there like that forever, he would be a happy man. Her taste was absolutely intoxicating, and as he sucked at her clit, the sounds she let out were no less incredible.

“Fuck,” She sighed, leaning her head back as she felt her stomach flutter. “I wanna cum…”

Bucky growled, the sound vibrating through her. His tongue found her clit one more, teasing it, flicking it, chasing it whenever her hips bucked away from him. He could taste more and more slick as it ran into his mouth, and judging by the whines and moans above him, he was doing a damn good job of eating her out.

“Fuck, Fuck, Fuck…” She whispered, desperately rolling her hips against him.

He was ready, eagerly anticipating a flood of slick, but just as Amoretta felt herself getting close, she forced herself up and off of his face.

“N-not yet,” she panted, shuffling back down to straddle his waist.

His cock was already hard again, his hips flexing as he desperately tried to thrust into her. Bucky watched, licking slick off his lips, as his omega slowly guided him into her, his cock slipping inside of her dripping cunt effortlessly.

She was so warm and so fucking perfect, and as she rose up and then sank down on him again, Bucky thrust upwards. He matched her, letting her choose her pace, and as she rode him, he couldn’t tear his eyes away from her face.

Her mouth was open, gasps and moans falling from her lips. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes closed, and as he pushed up even further into her, she bit her lip to silence a cry.

“Don’t be quiet, doll,” he panted. “I want this whole damn tower to hear you.”

“James,” she moaned, leaning down to kiss him. “James, Alpha…”

He used her change in angle to his advantage, taking the opportunity to fuck up into her hard.

“Come on, baby…” he panted against her mouth. “Drain my cock, lemme breed you…”

“Y-yes, Alpha,” She moaned, burying her face against his neck. He was so deep, the head of his cock pressing against her cervix in a way she couldn’t manage to describe. He was just filling her, completely, until he was the only thing she could think about. His scent, the taste of the sweat on his skin, his growls and moans...he was everything.

Amoretta was completely wrapped up in him, surrounded by him, drunk on the musky, heady scent he was giving off. She was vaguely aware of the way he chanted her name, his voice low and husky as he huffed and panted.

“Let go, baby,” he mumbled. He was getting close, he could tell, but he was trying to hold out for her. “Cum for me, cum for your alpha…”

She whined, pleasure coiling in her belly. “I—I wanna, I’m—I’m so close—“

The sound of her voice was almost too much, his knot already beginning to swell. She could feel it catching on her and let out a loud wail, her pussy clamping down and squeezing his cock as she felt that delicious, tingling electricity spreading through her.

“That’s it,” he moaned, his back arching. “Fuck, ‘m gonna…gonna breed ya, omega…”

She answered with breathy gasps, her thighs shaking as an orgasm wracked her body. His knot was swelling quickly, and a few thrusts later, he let out the lowest, most guttural groan she had heard yet. She tilted her head for him and he latched onto her throat, sucking and biting at her wherever he could, leaving a trail of sloppy hickeys behind.

He came again, hips stuttering as he filled her. They shared a long, satisfied sigh, and as his knot locked them together, they finally had the chance to catch their breath.

“Wow,” Amoretta breathed, smiling down at him as she sat up.

“Yeah,” he pressed his head back against the pillows. “Wow…”

As Amoretta tried to situate herself and get comfortable, she suddenly laughed. “Oh no…”

“What?” Bucky picked his head up again.

He saw her reaching forward, her hand a significant distance from his bound wrists.

“...you’ve got to be kidding me.”

“Oops,” She laughed, letting her hand fall to his chest. “I didn’t think this through.”

“I cannot believe you got us stuck here like this.”

“You could just break them—“

“Absolutely not!” He growled. “I like this belt!”

“Then yeah, I got us stuck here like this.”

“Jesus Christ.” He groaned, head flopping back down.

Amoretta settled down and got comfy, resting on his chest. “Soon as your knot goes down, I’ll free you. Promise.”

“Yeah, yeah.” He grumbled. “I, uh…liked it.”

She grinned. “I knew you would.”

“We can, uh...do more of this.” he cleared his throat. “If you want.”

“You look pretty good, all desperate on your back like that,” she teased. “You’re still bossy, though…” she clucked her tongue, chastising him. “You should try being more obedient for a change.”

“Don’t push your luck.” Bucky growled.

“Why not?” she reached up to scratch at his chin. “You might like taking orders.”

“...Only from you.”

“See?”

“Maybe.” he huffed a laugh. “We’ll see.”

Amoretta hummed and nodded. Her heart was still pounding, but as they both calmed down, they sat in a peaceful silence. She could hear Bucky’s own heart hammering away in his chest, his skin covered in a sheen of sweat from his physical exertion. He wanted to go at it again when his knot went down, but he also wanted a shower, and maybe a snack. He wanted to make sure that Amoretta ate some real food, too, and as he looked down at her as she laid on his chest, he felt discontent rising. She was thinner than he remembered, not skin and bones but still not as healthily curvy as he wanted his omega. He needed to start providing for her, making sure she was well fed and happy. Besides, what better way was there to start courting a girl than by making her good food?

“What’re you thinking about?” she asked, pulling him away from his thoughts.

“You.” he answered, his voice a low rumble.

His lips spread into a wide smile, but when she spoke, she was practically whispering. “You sure?”

“Course I am. Why wouldn’t I be thinkin’ about my girl?” he tried to wrap his arms around her but scowled when he remembered he was still stuck. “You doubting me while my knot is stuck inside you?”

“No.” she shook her head, resting his cheek against him.

“...You nervous?”

Amoretta bristled at the insinuation, then nodded hesitantly. “A little…”

“‘Bout what, doll?”

“Everything, I guess. This is a whole different world from the one I’ve been living in for so long. I mean, there’s a robot in the ceiling.”

“She’s actually an AI--”

“That might be worse.” Amoretta snorted. “It’s just a lot.”

“I know.” Bucky sighed. “Trust me, I know.”

She looked up at him. “You’re so much...softer, I guess, when you’re not rutting.”

“You never really met the real me back then.” He shifted his eyes away from her. “The Winter Soldier wasn’t...me.”

“I still liked him.” she inhaled deeply, filling her head with his scent. “And I like you.”

“Good,” he said, chest rumbling in a happy purr. “Because I’m not letting you go anytime soon.”

#alpha bucky #alpha bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x oc #it's been a long long time #abo #omegaverse #avengers x reader #avengers x oc

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nobody’s fault but mine (pt. 2)

Levi wouldn’t really be Levi if he knew how to handle his intense feelings for you.

pairing. levi x fem!reader AND a little bit of jean x fem!reader (b/c once again i am a slut 4 jean too)

warnings. some fluff, language (b prepared for a lot of the f-bomb)

a/n. hi sorry 4 the long wait, life is a little hectic rn (it’s snowing n our power has been going out on n off for the past few days lmfao also school b lowkey kicking my ass) BUT i wanted 2 say thank u so so much 4 all ur feedback to part 1 it was so so so unexpected n sweet n flattering i literally still can’t wrap my head around it. i would rly appreciate some feedback 2 this one too since this is A LOT more levi n i actually adored writing him but i would luv 2 know what u guys think of my characterization of him (im a little nervy) but yes feedback is encouraged! this is kinda long but a lot happens so i rly hope u guys appreciate this n enjoy it bc it took me so long 2 write n rewrite it heheheh (side note 4 the sake of age n everything, all the 104th cadets r actually 18+ including our cute lil reader) also! pls continue 2 request more levi ok that’s it 4 now enjoy!

“Rise and shine, sleeping beauty.”

“Jean!”

The hushed voices stirred you out of the pleasant state of unconsciousness you had been in. A sharp pain shot through your head as you slowly opened your eyes, blinking quickly to adjust to the bright light. You flexed your fingers subtly as an attempt to gain awareness of yourself and your surroundings. Once you were comfortable, you slowly turned your head to your right and saw a scene you had grown painfully familiar with– Jean arguing with someone. The victim of the week was Armin, and you almost wanted to laugh at the quick back-and-forth between the two.

“Your bedside manner… sucks,” you managed to mumble. You cringed at the uncharacteristic hoarseness of your voice.

“There she is!” Jean exclaimed, shooting a victorious smirk at Armin, before fondly looking down at you, as he moved closer to your side.

You heard multiple gasps of your name, and you quickly turned your head to your left, before regretting it due to the sharp pang that followed in your head. Nevertheless, you mustered up as bright a smile as you could, looking at your friends who had all taken various positions throughout the room. Eren was the first to your bed, embracing you tightly.

“That was scary,” he softly mumbled your name, before pulling back, “Don’t do that again.”

The concern on his face startled you momentarily, and you couldn’t help but avert your eyes. You blinked quickly before looking up and shyly smiling at Eren.

“I’ll keep that in mind for next time.”

You then looked up at your fellow cadets, who stood surrounding your small bed in the infirmary. Your love for these people sat heavily in your chest, and you beamed up at them, before you realized you were in the infirmary.

“What happened?” you genuinely asked, your husky voice taking you by surprise again.

“Oh, I’ll tell you what happened!” Jean scowled, crossing his arms in anger, “That little bastard—”

“Jean, you can’t say that about the Captain!” Sasha chided, looking sideways in fear as if to emphasize her point.

“Captain, my ass!”

You attempted to stifle your giggling, yet your mood significantly dropped upon remembering Levi’s treatment towards you this past month. You tried to conceal your obviously bothered expression, but you felt a hand softly ruffle your hair. You looked up and smiled at Reiner.

“Don’t sweat it, kiddo, I’m sure he’ll tone down the punishments after this,” he reassured, obviously mistaking your dejection over your unreciprocated feelings for Levi for something else.

Appreciating the gesture, you continued to smile up at him while nodding softly. Reiner had a comforting presence, and you felt your mood brighten slightly.

“Fingers crossed,” you deadpanned, earning a soft laugh from Bertholdt, who had taken a seat at the foot of your bed.

Jean’s relentless bashing of the Captain continued, as Sasha, Connie, and Armin attempted to calm him down, warning him about the consequences they’d all have to face if word got back to Levi. Eren gritted his teeth in irritation, as he glared up at Jean, threatening to “knock him out if he didn’t shut up,” while Mikasa had silently moved around the chaos to rest her calloused hand on your own, silently squeezing as a gesture of comfort. You squeezed back.

“Look, all I’m saying is he obviously has it out for her. She’s a better soldier than all of us– even you, titan boy— and it’s still not good enough? I call bullshit!”

“I think he’s just trying to be a good teacher, I’m sure there’s a lot I can still improve on,” you justified, and all eyes turned to you.

“There’s not,” Mikasa bluntly stated, leaving no room for argument.

Your friends all agreed, and you scrunched your nose playfully to conceal the warmth that had spread throughout your body at their praise. You worked hard to get where you were– there was a satisfaction in knowing that all of your effort wasn’t going unacknowledged.

“Jean-boy’s right—”

“Bastard!”

“—Captain Levi has been unnecessarily cruel to her, and we’ve all noticed it!” Eren’s fists clenched in anger as he ignored Jean’s yelling.

“But the Captain isn’t the type to hold grudges or act impulsively, so I think there’s something deeper to it,” Armin reasoned, apologetically glancing at you in case his words offended you.

You nodded softly, not wanting to worsen your headache; however, it didn’t really matter when Jean’s painfully loud voice retaliated almost immediately.

“He overworked her to the point of her passing out from exhaustion and severe dehydration!” His eyebrows furrowed in anger, and his sandy brown hair bounced with his every move.

You winced from the pain in your head, and the movement didn’t go unnoticed by Reiner, who glanced at you from where he stood.

“Jean— inside voice, yeah?” Reiner softly spoke, subtly tilting his head down towards you. Jean’s gaze softened and concern replaced the anger on his contorted features, as he apologized to you.

“Yeah, seriously, what are you getting so worked up for?” Connie innocently asked, before a knowing look crossed his features. He turned to his partner-in-crime, and the two donned shit-eating grins as they turned back to Jean.

“Right, that’s why.”

Bertholdt, whose lanky body had been horizontally lying across the bed comfortably, sat up onto his elbows and cluelessly asked, “What’s why?”

Sasha’s smile widened, and she crossed her arms, mimicking Connie’s knowing smirk. “It’s because Jean-boy, here, is sweet on our dear little—”

“Would you shut up!” Jean yelled louder than before, fists shaking in anger. His face was flushed an impossible shade of red, and you would’ve joined in on the laughter, had your head not exploded from the pain.

You were fully aware of the incessant teasing Jean received regarding his relationship with you, and you would honestly be lying if you said you didn’t get a kick out of it as well. Deciding to spare your friend today, you sent a good-natured smile to him, hoping that would be enough to quell his frustration.

Had you not turned to converse with Eren, you wouldn’t have missed Jean’s dazed smile.

While talking to Eren, your mind briefly drifted to Levi and the situation that was weighing heavily on you. You didn’t want to believe that the Captain hated you– you desperately grasped onto your excuse that he was simply a harsh teacher. And yet, you knew there was something more to it.

In a panic-driven moment, you momentarily wondered if he had somehow found out about your feelings for him. You remembered him telling you about his upbringing— you knew better than most that Levi and confessions of love did not go together... at all. Before you could further dig yourself deeper into the pitiful hole you had been in the past month, a painfully familiar voice broke through your intrusive thoughts.

“You know how loud you are? This isn’t a damn daycare.”

“Sir!”

All conversation in the room came to an abrupt halt. You couldn’t help but grow amused at the sight of Eren and Bertholdt scrambling off your bed to stand and salute their superior. Your small smile was wiped off your face when your eyes met stormy grey ones. You quickly looked down, before inhaling quickly and swiftly pulling your bedsheets back. You attempted to muster as much strength as you could, ignoring the multiple eyes on you. You gracefully stood up from the bed, and turned to Levi, managing the salute as well. You slowly looked up at him.

“Sir,” you shakily mumbled, internally cringing once again at the uncharacteristic rasp to your voice.

You received proud looks of admiration from your friends, though Jean’s remained more concerned than proud. Idiot! he thought to himself. We know you’re strong, now’s not the time to prove it!

Levi, meanwhile, had tried his very best to suppress the guilt that had been eating away at him for the past day; however, it had only worsened when he saw you and heard your weak voice. Upon making eye contact with you, he almost wanted to fall to his knees and apologize profusely for everything he had put you through, audience be damned.

Levi had spent the better half of the day pacing around your room in the infirmary wing of the Scout Regiment’s base, lost deeply in his thoughts, as his concern for you weighed heavily in his heart. After a few more hours of pacing, he had finally come to the conclusion that he was an idiot (a grade A, unique brand of idiot all in a league of his very own), and that he was in love with you.

Where the first realization annoyed him to high heaven, the second one brought him a sense of peace that was only heightened every time he had looked at your unconscious form.

Levi, uncomfortable with the amount of self-actualizing he had done that day, had left the room after softly caressing your cheek, hoping to convey all of his guilt and apologies and love into the simple gesture. Once he was away from the infirmary wing of the base, he inhaled deeply, itching for the comfort of a cup of warm tea. On his way to the mess hall, he had passed by your friends from the 104th, all undoubtedly on their way to see you. Levi’s eyebrow had slightly risen upon noticing the varying looks of defiance and anger on each of their faces. He had remained unfazed, his half-lidded eyes looking away, as if he hadn’t even seen them at all.

Somehow, it was harder to face them now with you standing amongst them.

His face retained its usual impassive and bored expression, yet it momentarily faltered when he noticed you slightly stumble from where you were standing next to the hospital bed. Levi’s heartbeat quickened, and he made a subtle move to rush over to you to catch you for the second time that day, but Jean was quicker. The taller man had been keeping a watchful eye on you, and had quickly dropped his salute to stand behind you and steady your slightly uncoordinated form. You comfortably relaxed backwards into his arms as you sent a grateful smile up at him, and he softly smiled back in response, leading you back to the bed.

Levi was both relieved and a little fucking pissed off.

“Visiting hours are over— I need to talk to the brat,” he lazily said, authority ringing loudly and clearly in his command.

For the first time in all his years of captaining the scouts, there was a quick hesitation after his command.

Levi raised an unamused eyebrow at each of the cadets, silently challenging them to disobey him. Despite his threatening aura, he wouldn’t blame any of your friends if they were to defy Levi. The Captain deserved it for his treatment of you— he’d take it like a man.

Your eyes widened in surprise when your friends subtly glanced at you, silently asking if it was okay to leave you alone with him. Upon hearing Levi’s request to talk to you, your heart had begun to uncontrollably race and you swore you could feel it in your throat. You were disappointed in yourself for growing excited at finally being able to talk to him.

Blinking quickly, your cheeks grew hot under everyone’s gazes, so you reassuringly smiled at your eight friends, and you once again felt the genuine love you had for them erupt within your heart.

Ever the peacemaker of the group, Armin signaled for the rest to follow him out of the room, and they each uncertainly walked behind him. Mikasa squeezed your hand once more before following closely behind Eren, who sent you an encouraging smile. Bertholdt subtly sent a thumbs up to you, while Reiner winked at you as he looked over his broad shoulder. Your smile widened; however, it faltered when your eyes met Jean’s. His irritated expression worried you, yet before you could respond, he turned away and walked past Levi.

Levi had to give it to Jean— not many people had the balls to openly glare at the Captain.

Once everyone was gone, the tension within the room increased tenfold. You looked at Levi, and you bit your lip in contemplation, anticipating what he would say. Many thoughts rang through your head.

Was it another punishment? Was he going to yell at me? Did he find out about my fee–

“How do you feel?”

You almost had to pinch yourself. After one month of barely any interactions with your friend— if you were still even allowed to call him that— you realized how starved you were for pleasant conversation with Levi.

“I’ve been better,” you breathed out, still cautious. “How… how do you feel?”

Even after such an unpleasant experience, your unwavering kindness shone just as brightly. Levi’s heart ached so sweetly, and he internally groaned upon realizing how fucking whipped he was.

He silently stepped forward, pulling a seat to the side of your bed. Once he was seated, Levi looked into your eyes, and you felt your breath hitch at the intensity of the swirl of emotions dancing within his normally cold eyes. He exhaled softly.

You noticed how tired he looked.

“Just peachy.”

There was a pregnant pause, and you came to realize that there was just too much you wanted to say to him, and you didn’t know where to start. Your soft eyes held his sharp gaze.

“You scared the shit out of me, brat.”

Your heart involuntarily skipped a beat, and your eyes widened in response.

“I did?” you internally slapped yourself at your stupid response.

“Yeah. You did.”

“Sorry, sir,” you softly mumbled.

“Levi… just Levi.”

The Levi in front of you was a completely different man from the one who you’ve had the pleasure of interacting with over the past month. You thought back to your friends and their anger at your mistreatment, and you thought of the many unfair punishments, cold shoulder treatments, and overworking during training (despite you being second only to Humanity’s Strongest, himself). Slowly, your incredulity at being treated like a lapdog began to dim and was replaced by your growing indignation. Though you were no stranger to standing up for yourself, you still felt your anxiety skyrocket as you looked back up at your superior.

“Do you hate me, Captain? Did I… did I do something?”

And there it was.

Levi knew the question would come up at some point, and yet he still felt ill-prepared in his response. He knew this was a big step for you— in the whole year that he’s gotten to know you, he learned how much you hated confrontation. You blatantly ignoring his request and choosing to address him by his title caught his attention, and he frowned. When he looked into your slightly watery eyes, a warmth spread throughout his chest, and he had to clear his throat.

“Don’t say shit like that, you haven’t done anything.”

Levi wanted to punch himself— he was never good with words.

You, however, weren’t fazed by the manner in which he spoke. You had fallen for the man, harsh words and all.

“Then why have you—” you paused as you momentarily lost your voice.

Levi thought it was cute (to be fair, he found everything about you endearing), yet he knew it would be inappropriate to openly admire you when you were so clearly upset with him.

“Sorry,” you grew embarrassed and licked your lips, “It’s just… well, why have you been ignoring me? And— and yelling at me? We stopped drinking tea together, and practicing in the forests. You don’t even acknowledge me when I talk to you! I’m sure you have a really good reason, sir, but I just—”

Levi detested the sick feeling of guilt that churned within his heart. In hindsight, he really should’ve thought it through before he began his little plan of distancing himself from you. How else was he supposed to tell you oh, everyone in the fucking Scout Regiment wants you, and so do I, but I haven’t done anything about it because I’m a pussy, so I just decided to take it out on you and wallow in my own self-pity like the sad little man I am, without sounding like he was deranged.

“—I just miss you.”

Levi’s eyes widened a fraction of an inch, and his breath hitched. This time it was the sincerity in your eyes that made him look away quickly.

“I…”

I’ve missed you too, dammit.

At his lack of a response, your eyebrows furrowed, and your irritation grew. Your small hands balled the soft bedsheet, and you swallowed to soften the burn in your throat before speaking.

“Why did you even come here?” you scoffed indignantly, attempting to mask your hurt, “Was it to just to yell at me some more? Oh, I know! Maybe I need to run through training ten more times again, right?”

The guilt churned even more in his chest, and Levi seriously wanted to punch himself. He willed himself to say something— anything— but he felt speechless in front of you.

“Levi,” you hoarsely spoke with desperation, and he looked into your watery eyes. “Say something, please.”

It was as if you had read his mind, and a slight feeling of reassurance quelled the storm in his heart; you really were the only one for him. As he met your eyes— your beautiful, enchanting eyes— he felt his self-hatred skyrocket at the amount of hurt in them. He had grown used to seeing them filled with humor, kindness, and a soft edge that was rare to find nowadays. Yet seeing them filled with such pain and hurt was unsettling, and Levi went mute for the fifth time that day.

You nodded in understanding when he failed to say anything, and your heart clenched. Jean had been right— you were nothing more than a lovesick puppy. You blinked quickly as a poor attempt to conceal your tears, yet nothing ever escaped the Captain’s attention.

His gaze softened, and Levi found out something else about himself— he really didn’t like seeing you cry.

“Shit, please don’t cry,” he tenderly mumbled, as he leaned closer to you and gently cupped your face to wipe away your tears with the pads of his thumb.

Your breath hitched and your full lips involuntarily parted. You relished in the warmth of his touch, and you wanted nothing more than to lean into his comforting hand. Your name fell from his lips, and you felt yourself come back to reality. Remembering just how you had gotten into this situation, you decided to stand your ground. Despite everything in your body begging to give in and accept this moment with the Captain, you stood unwavering in your decision.

You gently grabbed his large hand with both your hands, and moved it away from your face and into your lap. You held it there loosely and delicately rubbed your fingers over his hand soothingly before eventually stopping, and looking back up at him.

His usual bored expression was long gone, and in its place was a very tender and vulnerable expression. A storm was brewing in his grey eyes, and you distantly remembered stargazing once with him. You had desperately wished you could read his thoughts— somehow, you had found his daunting eyes more fascinating than the starry sky. You felt an ache in your heart at the intimate memories, and you really really wished Levi loved you the way you love him.

“You know what, Levi? It doesn’t even matter if you hate me, because—” you inhaled sharply.

This has to be done, you reassured yourself, or else you’d be subjecting yourself to an onslaught of hurt and heartbreak.

“—Because I hate you.”

Your lip quivered and your broken voice faltered. And of course, Levi noticed.

His eyes darted down to your lips at the slight movement. His hands had stilled, and he decided that getting eaten by a damn titan would be much less painful than this.

And then he’s looking at you. You looked back at him, yet he’s looking at you— through you— in that way that makes you want to hide and hold your ground at the same time.

“Right,” Levi drawled, and you knew he didn’t believe you (hell, you were unconvinced yourself). His eyes reverted back to their cold nature, and he ran a hand through his hair, allowing the silky strands to softly land against his forehead.

He stood up, and wordlessly gave you a onceover. Under his scrutiny, you felt yourself grow insecure, but deep down you desperately hoped he’d stay. You bit your bottom lip in apprehension, and Levi’s eyes softened at the sight of your nervous habit.

How is it that he could kill titans all the livelong day yet when it came to this sweet girl, so small and disarming, he couldn’t even utter a single word?

Levi had never felt more pathetic. He peered down at you, momentarily debating whether it would be right for him to attempt one last thing before finally deciding fuck it, and gently cupping your cheek for the third time that day, bending down, and pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head. He gingerly inhaled your enticing scent, appreciating how even after the hell he had put you through, you still smelled so alluring.

You were positive that Levi could hear your heartbeat. You blinked many times in disbelief, as he pulled away and sent one last lingering gaze down at you.

Levi slightly smirked at the pretty blush that had colored your cheeks, his half-lidded eyes drinking in the mesmerizing sight of you sitting up in your bed and gaping up at him, your cheeks flushed and wet with the remnants of your tears. He turned around and silently left the room.

He had ignored every part of his body that begged him to stay.

▲▼▲

“Shut up, I can barely hear them!”

“Ow— Bertholdt, you’re stepping on my foot!”

“Oh, sorry.”

“Watch it, horse face!”

“Eren.”

“You piece of shit, I’m—”

The piece of bread that had been tightly held in Sasha’s grip suddenly fell to the floor. Everyone went silent.

“Holy shit, I think… I think he just kissed her.”

Jean really hoped Sasha was wrong.

He decided to ignore the fact that her freakishly good hearing bordered on supernatural, so there was really no way she could’ve been wrong with a mere wooden door standing between her and the conversation.

“I knew there was something going on between them! Reiner— pay up.”

Reiner muttered several curses under his breath as he pulled out a hefty stack of cash from his pocket. Connie’s grin widened.

Armin had glanced up at Jean, slightly alarmed at the dark expression on his face. Before he could comfort his friend, the door suddenly opened. Everyone scrambled to straighten themselves up, attempting to act like they hadn’t been just eavesdropping on the entire conversation between you and the Captain.

A chorus of sir’s rang throughout the large hallway, and Levi grew amused at the sight before him. His lips twitched upwards, and the cadets had to almost physically stop their mouths from dropping open at the sight. Levi’s ghost of a smile disappeared when his eyes met Jean’s seething ones.

The two held each other’s gazes, Levi’s expression being cool, while Jean’s had been irritated. Levi was not a fucking idiot; he knew the kid was in love with you.

Join the fucking club.

Levi, realizing that this was the exact reason he had gotten himself into that mess with you and not really wanting to sour his somewhat good mood, looked away from Jean to nod at the group of your friends.

“As you were.”

He brushed past Jean, his gaze as intimidating as ever, as he silently walked down the hallway. Jean’s fists clenched tightly. Once Levi had turned the corner, the group exploded into chatter, their reactions varying from stunned to adoring.

Jean really really fucking hoped Sasha was wrong.

▲▼▲

Your horse trotted proudly through the vast landscape, the wind blew through your open hair, your friends teased each other amicably, and your excitement grew at finally being cleared to join the scouts on their next expedition. Though you hadn’t been getting much sleep lately, and you’ve been a little too preoccupied to eat much, nothing could bring your mood down at this moment.

You were alongside your friends as you all followed the section commanders as their horses galloped into the edge of the forest. The mission for today was to exterminate any titans who had wandered too close to the walls. A simple mission, and you were more than capable.

You had been in a great mood.

Until your eyes landed on Levi.

He had been further up, leading his own squad. He had turned around to respond to Gunther, and that’s when his eyes had met yours. Your internal conflict grew, and you ultimately ended up averting your eyes and ignoring him, deciding to maintain your cold treatment towards him.

Him kissing your head had only further confused you, despite the sweet butterflies you felt every time you thought back to it. Levi’s treatment towards you had unexpectedly changed since that day in the infirmary, and it had reverted to the way it was before his sudden aversion to you, though there was something much sweeter in his actions. You swore you were getting whiplash.

Though he had been significantly kinder to you, you had held your ground, unrelenting in your declaration. Part of you was terrified that if you gave in and became comfortable, he’d suddenly return back to the yelling, the punishments, and the overworking. Part of you also didn’t want to face reality— your feelings were unreciprocated, and they would only serve to bring you a world of heartache and sadness.

Your cold shoulder towards him was nothing compared to the way he had treated you. Yours mainly consisted of avoiding him, and when that wasn’t an option and you had to interact with him, you kept it civil and short. Your heart would ache, but you knew it was for the best. It helped that Jean would offer approving smiles and words of encouragement, even going as far as to smirk when you had ignored the Captain.

Levi, meanwhile, had frowned when he noticed that you ignored him. Again.

In all honesty, he did deserve it, but that didn’t mean it still didn’t hurt like a bitch. He grew irked at your display. Levi hoped you would understand that him kissing your head and showing affection towards you was his grand confession of love. You knew he was shit with words, and he hoped that that would be enough.

He was sadly fucking mistaken.

His attention had been on you the whole mission. Even when the scouts had to dismount from the horses to use the ODM gear through the trees, he had somehow managed to keep a watchful eye on you. You were graceful as ever as you flew through the trees, though his observing gaze noticed that your reaction time was noticeably slower than normal. He had also noticed the dark circles under your usually bright eyes, and he grew worried upon noticing your overall state.

Levi, himself, wasn’t faring much better. He was getting virtually no sleep, running completely on caffeine, adrenaline, and pure will, yet he still made sure he was in excellent shape when it came to these missions— humanity was resting on his shoulders, after all.

The firing of a flare gun in the distance indicated that the group would be encountering titans— a lot of titans— from the left. The soldiers prepared, all eyes focused on the left. You had conveniently taken up the right-most end of the formation, and your attention had also been on the left, your blades held tightly in your hands.

It was only by chance that Levi decided to glance down at you as he soared above you in the middle of the formation. Your eyes met once again, and Levi’s heart lurched at the beautiful sight, when movement behind you immediately caught his attention. A large abnormal with the ability to jump from tree to tree had suddenly appeared and made an attempt to grab you. Your attention had been solely on Levi, so you hadn’t noticed, especially over the roar of the wind in your ears.

Levi’s eyes widened, and he yelled out your name. The rich baritone of his deep voice reached your ears, and you turned slightly behind you, yet you reacted too slowly. Your body jerked backwards, flying so far from the group. You flew through the air at such a great speed that it took you by surprise when you slammed against a tree as the wires of your ODM gear grew tangled. The abnormal had missed you— barely. Your head slammed against the tree and you felt the wind knocked out of your body at the impact.

You whimpered at the hell of a hospital stay you’d have to face after this.

The abnormal almost seemed to be grinning wider upon realizing that it had successfully subdued you. You attempted to quickly stand up, though your body yelled in agony at the movement. Willing yourself to fight back, you shakily stood up, tightly gripping your blades that had miraculously not fallen to the ground throughout the struggle. You winced at the searing pain that shot through your head, yet you clenched your teeth in determination. Realizing that your gear was broken and therefore useless, you quickly discarded yourself of it, and felt some of the tension in your body alleviate now that you were significantly lighter.

“The hell is she doing?” Jean yelled incredulously from his spot next to Levi, and the other members of the group looked on in shock as they all attempted to make it to you in time.

“She’s fighting back,” Levi spoke through gritted teeth, his worry for you eating him alive. His eyebrows were furrowed in stress and anxiety, and he was now soaring impossibly fast through the trees in order to reach you.

Stupid brat. Stupid, resilient, little brat.

“Attagirl!” Oluo and Eld cheered, and Petra shoved them, warning them to stop their blatant ogling in the middle of a dangerous mission. They skillfully dodged her attack, grinning at their adept use of the ODM gear.

A noise towards the side caught their attention, and the group realized the titans they had been anticipating were now in sight. Levi coolly assessed the shitty situation, before commanding that most of the soldiers take care of the titans, while Levi, his squad, and some of the 104th’s cadets would assist you. The group split up, and Levi turned his attention back to you, his heart thumping against his chest.

As the titan made a move to grab you, you exhaled quickly to focus before skillfully jumping onto its elongated arm and running quickly towards its nape. You were defying gravity as you gained speed the higher you went. The titan wasn’t stupid, and it began to grab you with its other arm, yet you anticipated its move. You lithely dodged it, executing a quick front flip as you narrowly escaped its grasp once again.

This was it!

You saw your opening. You leaped forward and pushed your feet against its shoulder as hard as you could, soaring high up in the air above the titan. Muscle memory served you well, and you thought back to the training circuit that had mimicked a situation almost exactly like this one. You gracefully began to spin yourself faster and faster, your cape billowing behind you as you finally readied your blades for the final blow. You yelled out, as your head pain worsened. As a result, your maneuver faltered slightly, almost imperceptible to the human eye. The titan noticed.

It lashed a large hand out again, attempting to grab you, but it accidentally slapped your body away. You cried out in pain, and you flew in the direction of your friends, hurtling towards the ground. You were falling so fast, and you felt yourself grow dizzy from being chucked around so much in the last five minutes.

Eren yelled out your name, a whimper stuck in his throat at the sight of your almost lifeless body spiraling downwards. Jean’s eyes widened, and he knew he wouldn’t be able to make it in time.

Levi’s heart stopped upon witnessing the titan slap your body with so much force. You were plummeting towards the ground at an impossible speed, and he didn’t even think twice before withdrawing his ODM gear’s hooks and diving towards you within the blink of an eye. His cape flew behind him, and a determined glint had overtaken his angry features.

You had been bordering between consciousness and unconsciousness, yet the sight above you had been so clear that it almost felt as if everything was moving in slow motion. Your long hair flew around you, creating a curtain around your face, as you looked up at Levi. He had dived towards you, his jaw so tightly clenched. His muscular long arm began reaching out to you. The ground was quickly approaching, and you felt a sense of serenity at the sight of your Captain, despite your confusion and the severity of this situation.

“Levi,” you mumbled, smiling softly.

His face dropped upon seeing the calm expression on your face, and he willed himself to go faster, a number of expletive curses ringing through his head.

That damn titan. Did it know how small you were? How precious you were?

He spun himself slightly to gain momentum, and he saw you were just within reach. Levi confidently stretched his strong arm out even more, managing to wrap his hand around your arm. He swiftly pulled you into his chest, one arm wrapping around your waist, while the other hand cradled your head protectively against his broad chest. He swiftly flipped himself around to face his body upwards, further ensuring he’d take the majority of the blow in case you two ended up hitting the ground, and shot both of his ODM gear’s hooks into a nearby tree, propelling both of you away from the ground and towards the high branch. You fleetingly realized how familiar this position felt.

Once Levi safely landed, he kneeled, and supported your body against his thigh as he continued to hold you in his arms. He quickly looked over his shoulder, and could make out the sight of the titan falling to the ground. All the members of his squad seemed alive and well, so he turned his attention back to you. His eyes quickly darted over your face, desperately searching for any obvious injuries.

Your eyes fluttered open at the feeling of Levi running his hands through your hair and over your cheeks. The Levi in front of you was leagues different from the cool and composed one you had come to know. He had a frantic look in his eyes, his jaw clenched tightly, as he desperately peered down at you.

“Le… Levi?” You mumbled, your voice still a little hoarse from your recent infirmary stay.

“You are so precious to me, you hear me?” He lowly spoke, panic and anger and a whole plethora of emotions coloring his normally deadpan voice.

Your jaw fell open and you were almost positive you were suffering from a mean concussion, and this was a hallucination. “Wha—”

“You’re a fucking brat— an incredibly frustrating, resilient little brat— but you’re mine.”

You dazedly looked up at him, and you realized how close his face was to yours. His muscular chest was heaving up and down, and a small droplet of sweat dripped down from his hairline. Levi’s handsome features held nothing but adoration for you, and in that moment nothing could bring you down from the high you were experiencing. You felt his warm hands cup your cheek once more, a habit he seemed to be fond of.

“You want a fucking declaration of love? Here it is— if anything happens to you, I swear I’ll kill every titan on this piece of shit planet,” he spoke, surprisingly unbothered with how vulnerable he was being with you. He moved closer to you, his forehead nearly resting on your own. “I don’t give a fuck if you hate me or not. You’re mine, and I’m yours. And that’s all there is to it.”

Your hand creeped up to grasp the wrist of the hand that had been caressing your face, and you tightened your fingers around it. He froze, momentarily wondering if you were rejecting his confession, and he internally groaned at the thought.

There’d be no coming back from this one.

“You’re mine?” You shakily asked, a gloriously beautiful smile slowly gracing your features.

“That’s what I said,” he mumbled, attempting to conceal how lovestruck he felt at your smile.

“After… after we get home and I get some medical attention, you’re going to have to kiss me, alright? I’m—”

You were cut off by his lips pressing against your own. Your eyes fluttered shut, and you relished in the soft feeling of his lips molding against yours. You felt an indescribable warmth erupt in your chest, and you whimpered against Levi’s lips. His kiss was soft and warm, a huge contrast to the Levi from this past month. He pulled away just as quickly as he had bent down.

“One for the road,” he simply explained, glancing down at you. He internally smirked at the pretty blush coloring your cheeks— he was always fond of the sight.

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“You’re not serious.”

“Do I look like I’m joking?”

You stifled your giggles at Levi’s straight face. Your expression still showed your disbelief at what he had just told you.

“I’m not an idiot, Levi, I know how some people look at me,” you laughed, rolling your eyes playfully.

“Even the Commander?”

“Oh, I’m working my way up through the ranks right now, can’t you tell?” You teased, gesturing down to your intertwined bodies, as you both faced each other in his warm bed.

“You’re funny, brat,” he deadpanned, no heat and all fondness as he affectionately pinched your cheeks.

You snuggled deeper into his chest, savoring the warmth that you were enveloped in. You were wearing his shirt— still warm and smelling strongly of him— and you inhaled softly as your face pressed deeper into his chest. Somehow, the slight aftermath of your headache from the recent expedition began to dull slightly.

“I’m sorry again,” Levi murmured, softly cradling your head against his chest.

“Really? I couldn’t tell the first five hundred times you said so,” you teased, looking up at him. Your breath hitched at the sight of his face angled down towards you, dark wisps of hair falling over his eyes and structured face. Levi was so painfully handsome, you could feel your heart flutter.

His eyes were intense, and his guilt continued to stir within his stomach. Seemingly able to read his mind, you pressed a chaste kiss to his warm chest.

“Idiot,” you mumbled, “I really wouldn’t care if the King himself came up to me and proposed, and you know exactly why.”

“Humor me.”

“Terrifying guy, goes by the name of Humanity’s Strongest Soldier?”

He chuckled lowly, the deepness of his voice vibrating through his chest, and your insides turned to mush. Feeling relieved at successfully pulling Levi out of his little hole of guilt, you yawned softly. Your bruised ribs still ached at times, yet you ignored it this time to cuddle deeper into Levi, who was also on the verge of sleep.

He was sleepily looking down at you, observing your attempts to get comfortable in his embrace, and he softly smiled to himself. His muscular arms tightened around you, one of his hands coming to rest on the soft curve of your hip. He relished in the fact that sleep would be coming easily to him with you here. Levi had surprised himself with how easily he was able to show his affections toward you, and he chalked it up to that being further proof that you really were the only one for him.

He felt a warmth come from the sweet pang in his chest, and it spread throughout his entire body. Levi had learned to associate that feeling with you.

His eyes closed silently, and you pressed one last kiss to his chest.

“Precious,” he mumbled, “Precious little brat.”

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h2bakugou · 3 years

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Hi! I was wondering if you could write the reader having an older brother who also goes to UA but the two don't really interact that much unless they're like play fighting and maybe one day Todoroki or Denki (who don't know the two are siblings) see them fighting & they get really concerned bc neither of them are using their quirks or any form of fighting, the two are literally just smacking the shit out of each other. Also, if you could make it so Todoroki or Denki is dating the reader :))

a/n: hi!! of course! i turned this into a headcanon so i could write for both todo and denki!! i hope that’s alright hun! thank you for the request! personally having an older sibling, fighting is sure to ensue. my sister can be a bit of a headass but i love her to death, she’s an avid reader of my blog and often helps me out! if ur reading this brit, give me diamonds on royale high 😩😩

headcanon: them finding out you have an older brother who attends U.A.

key: (y/n) - your name / (f/n) - first name / (l/n) - last name / (e/c) - eye color / (h/c) - hair color / (y/q) - your quirk / (b/n) - brother’s name

warnings: fluff, swearing, siblings being siblings

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shoto todoroki

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In the months of dating you, you’d never once mentioned to Shoto that you had an older brother.

The opportunity had never really presented itself. Between classes and hero stuff, you already didn’t have much time with dating. You made time for each other on off days, and dinners with his siblings were always nice, but you’d just sorta failed to mention your brother to Todoroki.

It wasn’t like you’d forgotten about your older brother. He attended U.A. too.

Your brother was a third-year whereas you were a first-year. He had to handle things like graduation, and what he would be doing after school. You were both pretty busy. The few times you’d actually gotten to see each other, you cherished.

Whether it be (b/n) teasing you about something or him proceeding to beat you up, the two of you going at it for the five minutes you had to spare, it was a fun moment shared between two siblings.

Today was just one of those days.

Changing classes, you had a few minutes to spare and you just so happened to see the back of your brother’s head peeking over the top of some students as he walked down the hall. Catching up with him, you were unaware of your boyfriend who has also spotted you from behind.

Trying to catch up with you, Todoroki picked up his own pace, jogging down the hall after you.

“Dipshit!” You called out to your brother.

Your brother nudged his friend’s arm and stopped, turning around to face you.

“Sup.” He greeted you with a flick to the forehead.

“Eat shit.” You rolled your eyes, flicking his forehead back.

Todoroki was confused. Who was this guy? Was this some sort of friend? Another guy you liked? He didn’t have all the details so he couldn’t jump to any conclusions.

All of a sudden you slapped the back of his neck with force, causing the boy to glare at you.

Todoroki rushed over.

“Oh hey, Sho!”

“Woah who’s this?” Your brother stepped in, slinging an arm over your shoulder.

Stomping down on his foot, your brother recoiled at your action, taking a step back.

“This is my boyfriend Shoto. Shoto this is my brother, (b/n).” You rolled your eyes at the doofus behind you.

“You little-”

“Don’t make me tell mom!” You threatened.

“Does mom know you have a boyfriend?” Your brother shot back.

“What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her-”

“I’m so telling!” “Don’t you dare!” You chased after him down the hall, waving to Shoto who gave you a sympathetic look. He could imagine his own siblings doing the same.

Later that afternoon, Shoto got the chance to talk to you about your brother.

“I didn’t know you had a brother.” Shoto spoke, sitting across from you at the common room table.

“I apologize for not telling you sooner, we don’t get to see each other very often.” You said your apology for not informing him sooner.

“Does he not like that we’re together?” Shoto asks, curious as to what your brother thinks of him.

“No, no! He’s happy for me, for us. He’s just a shithead.” You tease. Shoto feels a nice weight lift from his shoulders. He was worried your brother was going to hate his guts.

“I’d love to have the both of you over for dinner again sometime, and any other siblings if you’ve got them.” Todoroki smiles. You nod and laugh.

“He’d probably flit with your sister.”

“She deals with enough hooligans with my brother.”

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denki kaminari

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Like Todoroki, you’re all so busy. U.A. is an amazing place but you’ve got to have time management. Besides holiday breaks and off-days, you’re pretty busy.

You’ve got training, and classes to attend all while managing schoolwork, agency offers, and internships. And any other extra-curricular activities and trips and events.

Denki and you make time for each other. Most of this time consists of eating pizza and late-night snacks together while watching scary movies and playing video games.

Your brother is also pretty busy. Being a third-year requires having all your shit together for when you graduate.

You see each other in the halls, but you’re lucky to have lunch with his class as well.

Though you don’t sit together, the both of you having your own group of friends, if you ever need to tell him something or if you just wanna annoy him, you can walk over to his table and do so.

This being said, Kaminari has no clue who the tall guy you’re talking to is. e’s a bit jealous. The guy looks visibly older, and a lot more mature.

Deciding to go step in, he notices the guy teasing and hitting you, flicking your forehead and punching your arm.

Before he can say anything, you punch him in the gut. No quirk, no nothing, just a plain and simple punch to the gut.

“Ass.” You laugh, teasing your brother as he grumbles in pain.

“Oh, she got you!” Your brother’s friends cheer you on.

“Hey is this guy bothering you babe?”

“Babe?” Your brother seemingly snaps up, almost like he wasn’t in pain from the blow to the stomach.

“Babe?” Denki says to you, now worried about who this guy was. Your face was hot as you shook your head.

“Kami, this is my dipshit brother, (b/n). (b/n), this is my amazing boyfriend, Kaminari.” You kiss Kaminari’s cheek and smile, reassuring the electric blonde that this was nothing more than siblings being siblings.

“Nice to meet you, bro!” Your brother extends a hand for Kaminari to shake.

“Nice to meet you too dude! I didn’t know you had a brother.” Kaminari mentions, making your brother glare at you..

“You didn’t tell this awesome bro that you had a cool ass brother?” Your brother fakes being hurt while you just roll your eyes.

“Yeah because the guy who clogged the second-story bathrooms after drinking spoiled milk is ‘cool.” You tease. Your brother’s friends join back in with some laughter.

“Yeah well, you snore super loud.” Your brother retorts.

“You little-!” You charge toward your brother, clinging onto him, tackling him to the floor.

“(Y/n)!” Kaminari calls for you.

“I got this Kami! Look away, babe!” You laugh, before slapping your brother across his face.

Later that day after having been told off by Aizawa to leave your brother alone, you were able to hang out with Kaminari.

“Why didn’t you tell me you had a brother?” Kaminari held you in his arms as he watched you play some RPG on his handheld console.

“He’s super busy, he’s a third-year and we never really get to see each other, plus it never really crossed my mind.” You admitted, pausing your game to turn and face him.

“I’d like to get to know him better if that’s alright, I think it’s important to have a good relationship with your brother.”

“Why he’s a butthole?”

“I just want him to trust me, and ya know, let him know that I’ll take good care of you.” Kaminari kisses your cheek, smiling and resting his forehead against your own.

“If that’s what you’re worried about, I can promise you that he loves you.”

“Really?”

“As long as I’m happy, he’s happy.”

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kalimagik · 4 years

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Moonlight Swim

Neville Longbottom x Reader

Word Count: ~2k

A/N: Soooo, I was at the beach working and only actually saw the beach at midnight because that’s when I could and that’s how this idea blossomed. This is my first time writing for Neville, so I’m feeling really unsure about it, but I love this awkward, smiley boy! Feedback always welcomed, so leave a comment, reblog, like, or send an ask! Happy reading, lovelies <3

Edit: @summer-writes made the gorgeous moodboard

The moon was high and bright in the sky, it reflected off the ocean like a pearl polished and reflecting off the glass in a jewelry store. The waves grew and crashed onto the sand sounding like a drum beating at a steady pace. The whole world was calm, relaxed, and at peace. Well the whole world, expect for the teenagers walking down the beach.

“Y/N! Wait up!” Neville called, still a few paces behind his best friend, despite his longer legs.

She wasn’t listening though, Y/N was focused on one thing, getting from the little cottage by the sea to the sea itself. Seeing as how Harry had never been on a REAL holiday before, courtesy of the Dursleys, Y/N and Hermione decided that it would be a good idea to rent a little cottage on the coast and spend some time by the sea. Hermione planned all the details, but Y/N got the group together. She, Hermione, Ron, Harry, Ginny, Neville, and Luna could all definitely use a trip away after how school had been going from them.

But, the others were in the house. That day had been spent entirely on the beach. Ron was redder than his hair because of the sun burn after refusing sunblock. Ginny was exhausted after being in the water and forcing Harry to swim out in the waves for hours. Hermione and Luna spent their time reading, but were just tired from the sun. That’s not how Y/N felt. She was at the ocean. She wanted to be on the beach every second she could be, even if the moon was the only source of light.

“Common, Longbottom,” she giggled, plopping down in the sand, not caring about the mess it would make later. “Come sit beside me!”

Neville watched, still standing, as she breathed in the deep, beach air that surrounded them. He looked down at Y/N, her eyes now focused on the waves. She was one girl that he always felt comfortable around. She made him feel confident and like his opinions and ideas had value. Then, somewhere along the way, she became more than just his best friend.

He was more confident in general and loved talking about his passions, but she made him nervous again, even if it was in a different way. His hands got clammy when she was around, he forgot what he wanted to say, and his heart beat soooo loudly that he swore she could hear it and just pretended she didn’t.

“Are you going to sit down?” she asked again, looking away from the ocean and to his towering figure.

“Oh, uhhh, yeah.” Neville took the spot next to her and listened to the sounds that surrounded them.

“I’m happy we came here. It was a good idea.”

“Of course it was a good idea,” Neville chuckled. “It was your idea wasn’t it?”

“Precisely,” she beamed, leaning over to bump into him. “Just look at this place though! I never would have been able to find it without Hermione.”

“Don’t give her your credit.” Neville spoke before he even thought about what he was going to say.

“What’s gotten into you,” Y/N chuckled, glancing over her shoulder at Neville. “She did do all of the planning, so she deserves all the credit!”

“That’s not what I mean. You’re still the one that made it happen,” Neville complimented her.

“Thanks,” she smiled simply, looking back at the water.

The silence was comfortable. Y/N and Neville had that type of relationship where they could just sit in each other’s company for hours and not need to say much of anything. It was a beautiful thing that not all people can achieve together, but they did.

The tide began to roll further and further up the shore. The foam of the water was close enough to touch Y/N and Neville’s toes. It was warm and felt good against the chilly summer night air.

“Want to go for a walk?” Y/N asked, getting restless as she usually did.

Neville just nodded, following Y/N’s lead as he usually did. If Neville ever got into trouble, it was usually because of something Y/N talked him into doing.

“How’s your grandmother again?” Y/N started a conversation. “I didn’t get to see her yet this summer.”

“She’s good. Still my grandmother. Still scary. She has asked about you of course. She always does. Personally, I think she would rather have you as a grandchild.” Neville kicked the sand as he walked with his hands in his pockets.

Y/N stopped suddenly, looking at the boy. “Don’t say that. It’s not true.”

“It’s fine if it is. I don’t mind.” Neville shrugged.

“Well, anyone would be lucky to have you as a grandson,” Y/N giggled, a smile growing on her face as she teased the boy. Neville couldn’t help but laugh alongside her. She grew serious again shortly after though. “You’re wonderful. And your grandmother loves you a lot. I can tell in the way she talks about you to me.” Y/N rubbed his arm, reassuring him before she continued down the beach.

“We sure have gone a far way,” Neville observed, looking back to the little speck of light that was the house.

“Well, it’s beautiful out! I can’t help that I still want to be out here. I would even get in the water-”

Neville looked to see Y/N looking out in the water longingly. “No…no, no, no. Don’t even think about it, Y/N/N. I am not getting in the water in my clothes.”

“Well why not? You’re already wet,” she smirked mischievously.

“What are you talking about? I’m completely dr–” Before he could even finish his sentence, Y/N walked into the water enough to kick it, completely splashing Neville’s front side.

“See! It feels good!” She giggled.

“I can’t believe you just did that!” Neville looked at her, wide-eyed. “I’m not going to take that sitting down!” He rushed her, but she dodged him, going further out into the water. Neville stopped at the edge. The waves were crashing right behind Y/N, the water now pooling around her knees and thighs. “You don’t even have a bathing suit on…”

“So? Who do I have to impress?” she giggled, walking backwards. Neville just took in the sight of her face. He really wanted to soak up as much of it as possible. The look she wore was just one of pure happiness and exuberance. She’d always been like that. Not caring what anyone thought and always doing what made her the happiest.

He could only shake his head and laugh with her as he just stood there on the shore.

“Come on in! The water’s great!” she urged him, lifting an arm to threaten that she would splash him again if he didn’t comply.

“You might want to come out before you’re dripping wet.” Neville warned.

“Nahhhh!” she shook her head. Her laughter was replaced by a happy scream when an invisible wave crashed on her head. Somehow, she walked out further into the water than she had realized and without the sun, the waves were invisible until they came crashing down.

Neville smirked as the water rushed back into the ocean. Y/N stood there, hair in her eyes and clothes dripping wet, her mouth hanging wide open in surprise, but the shock of the water over taking her was quickly replaced by laughter once again.

“I told you so,” Neville called over the sound of the waves.

“It was a good surprise!” Y/N spit back, smile growing even wider. “You know what would be an even better surprise? If you run in with all your clothes too!”

Neville didn’t take the bait, he just shoved his hands in his pockets once more.

“Ohhh, come on Neville, do something unexpected!” Y/N dared him, eyes sparkling with playfulness. That was all she needed to say for him to sigh before letting a lopsided smile replace the pursed lips he had worn watching her moments before.

“Yay!” she laughed as he crashed through the waves out to where she was. By the time he reached her, another wave crashed on top of them, soaking Neville as much as the one before drenched Y/N.

Their heads broke through the surface of the water as they came back up for air. “See, isn’t it nice out here?”

Neville took in a deep breath as he looked at her, swimming deep enough that her shoulders were underwater. Her Y/H/C pooled around her shoulders and the water made her skin sparkle. Water is supposedly rejuvenating, but new life and confidence seemed to enter Neville in that moment.

“What are you looking at?” Y/N laughed, out of breath from jumping over oncoming waves.

“I love you, Y/N,” Neville blurted, cheeks heating up the moment the words left his lips. Unfortunately for him, the moon was bright enough that the red was accented.

“You love me? N-Not just like a fr-friend?” Y/N stuttered. She never stuttered, she was always so confident.

He didn’t have anything planned to say after he made his confession. Hell, that wasn’t even planned. The move was Y/N’s to make. Neville was speechless, but he managed to nod. Y/N’s breath evened out.

“I love you too, Neville.” She stated simply, a smile growing on her lips. Neville felt his own smile following the feeling of relief. She loved him too.

“But, why didn’t you ever say so?” he asked, still confused that she felt the same way.

“I don’t know. I guess I was scared. We’ve been friends for so long and I didn’t want to push you into anything if you weren’t comfortable.” Neville watched her eyes fall to watch the movement of the water.

“You were scared? B-but you’re always so sure of yourself…”

“Not when it comes to stuff like that,” she admitted. “but, I do, ya know, love you.”

Neville smiled again. Hearing those words coming from her mouth made his heart flutter. Another surge of confidence as powerful as a wave flowed through him. He reached out enough to pull her body flushed with his and kissed her. He kissed her in a way he didn’t even know he was capable of.

The salty air filled Neville’s lungs when they pulled away from each other. His clothes hung heavily on his body and he had goosebumps all over his arms and legs, but he felt so light and warm on the inside. This was it for him. This was what he wanted for so long.

“Neville, you’re shivering!”

“No, no, I’m okay!” But, as another invisible wave crashed on top of them again, Neville’s teeth began to chatter.

“Nope, time to head in,” Y/N giggled. She swam towards the shore faster than Neville, but Neville didn’t want the moment to end.

“Wait, we’re just going to go back?” Neville pouted, bobbing up and down.

“We’re going to dry off and warm up, but we can continue once we do that,” she winked.

Neville’s face lit up at the prospect of spending more alone time with Y/N that he wound up reaching the sand before she did. “Woah, someone’s excited there.” Y/N exclaimed as she caught up to him.

“Can’t risk you changing your mind,” Neville teased, already starting to walk back to the cottage.

“Neville, wait!” Y/N called, catching back up to him.

“Yes, love,” he emphasized, excited to be able to use the endearing term with someone. Y/N took his hands in hers and placed a chaste kiss on his lips.

“Hold my hand while we walk?” she asked.

Neville grinned like a Cheshire cat as he led the way back to the beach cottage, where dry clothes and a warm bed waited.

The moon was high and bright in the sky, it reflected off the ocean like a pearl polished and reflecting off the glass in a jewelry store. The waves grew and crashed onto the sand sounding like a drum beating at a steady pace. The whole world was calm, relaxed, and at peace, especially the boy and girl who were dripping with salt water, but in love nonetheless.

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animesmutfest · 3 years

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Tamaki x Fem Reader

Tamakis POV:

As I drink my tea my phone rings and it's from bunny (you). I answered excited "hey gorgeous what's up?" I say excited. "When I get home you better be ready for me" she says in a serious voice. Now blushing as I knew what that meant I simply respond saying "yes mam" and she hung up. That means she's upset or sexually frustrated. Or both honestly and when shes riled up she can be scary. But there was a part of me that liked her being dominant in bed. I look at the clock and noticed she should be home in about 15 minutes. I drink some water before showering and sat on the edge of the bed with my towel around my waist. Soon I hear the front door open and slam shut. Her heels clicking towards our bedroom and the door slowly opening. She wastes no time taking off her shoes and jacket as she walks over to me and kisses me roughly. I kiss her back and moan a bit as her tongue slipped into my mouth. After a few kisses she pulls away just a little.

Neutral POV:

"So tamaki..." you say trailing his lips with your own. "Y-yes mam?" He stammers. "When we're you going to tell me about that slutty new coworker of yours?" You say walking to grab your cuffs. His face now flushed red as he remembers who you speak of. "I-I honestly didn't think she mattered bunny. You know I'd never give anyone that kind of attention" he says. "Well let me let you in on something. She's been telling people how she wants to fuck you. And guess what honey I'm not to happy about it." You say growling a bit at the last part. "I swear bunny on my life I had no idea of such things!" He says defending himself. "Oh don't worry love I know you would never betray me like that but it has put a weight on my mood today and well I just want to fuck you so hard that your moans turn to whimpers" you say cuffing his hands. His heart now racing at your lewd words. "P-please bunny... use me how you want" he says softly while looking at you with lust filled eyes. "Good boy" you say taking off your shirt and pants leaving you in just your bra and panties. "You look b-beautiful bunny" he says. "Thank you baby" you say before kissing him deeply. You straddle him lap and connect the cuffs together behind his back so he cannot touch you. Your mouth moves down to his neck as you leave marks all over him causing him to moan in pleasure.

You loved how one day he could be an absolute monster but if you say you are calling the shots he completely bends to your will. It's the best of both worlds to have a submissive and a dominant husband. You lay him back on the bed and take off his towel revealing his hard cock. You kiss his stomach and slowly trail your tongue down to his cock. Sliding it in your mouth as you slowly bob on him. "Aahhh b-bunny that f-feels so good!" He moans as you slurp him down. His body tensing up as you deep throat him. "She knows I love touching her this is torture" he thinks to himself as you slide his cock down your throat. "B-bunny p-please I need to touch you!" He cries out in ecstasy. You ignore him and pick up the pace as he tries to buck his hips into you. You push his hips into the bed so he can't more and suck harder than before. "Fuck baby I'm gunna cum!" He moans and just as he was about to release you stop and pull him from your throat. "Bunny w-why'd you s-stop like that? I was about to cum" he whines as his cock twitches. "You don't cum until I allow you to" you say smirking. After he had calmed down just a bit you take him back into your throat going just as hard. "Y-your driving me insane bunny!" He moans throwing his head into the mattress. And just as before as soon as he was about to cum you stopped. You did this about five times, edging him then stopping. He was a mess on the bed squirming and tears brimming his eyes. "I think he's had enough" you think to yourself. You grab his cock and stroke it slowly as it twitched in your hand. "Whose dick is this baby?" You say seductively. "It's yours!! B-bunny please let me c-cum!! I'm losing my mind please I'll do anything just let me cum!" He cries. You smirk and shove him back in your mouth once more. His body trembles from constantly being denied sweet release. "F-fuck bunny!! Please... I need to!" He moans gripping the sheets under him. You take him as deep as you possibly can and grip his thighs. Moments later his cock swells as it has every time he was about to cum. "C-cumming bunny!! Please don't stop!" He yells and you comply not stopping for him. "Fuuuckkk!" He cries as he shoots his cum deep inside your throat. You slurp up every drop as you remove him from your mouth. His body littered with sweat. You kiss his cock before pulling him up and undoing his cuffs.

He grabs you and throws you on your back on the bed quickly tying your wrists to the headboard and your ankles to the a pole to keep them open. His eyes filled with anger and lust as he climbs between your legs. "You are such a naughty bunny" he growls before ripping off your bra and panties throwing the torn fabric on the floor. "Now it's my turn" he says opening his mouth to reveal his tongue has been changed to a thick tentacle. Your eyes widen at the sight and he smirks loving the fear in your eyes. He then remembers something. He grabs a silk scarf from your drawer and covers your eyes with it. Going back to your legs he admires your wet pussy before laying on his stomach and running his fingers through your folds. You jump at his touch as your sensitive from earlier. "So wet from just giving me head. So fucking sexy" he says slapping your inner thigh. He stick his tentacle tongue out his mouth dripping with saliva and slowly licks your pussy from top to bottom. You moan feeling it slither across your clit. He then slips the whole thing deep inside your pussy making your body jolt. "F-fuck!" You moan aloud. Begins to fuck you with it going as deep as he can. Your legs even tremble a bit from the pleasure. He rubs your thighs softly as he pulls out slowly and begins sucking and lapping on your clit. "Ngh~ mmm T-tamaki" you moan softly. The cups on his tentacle sucking on you adding more pleasure. Your fist balled up as you feel yourself close to cumming.

He stops devouring you leaving your body feeling needy. As you can't see him your heart beat pounds through you chest in anticipation. Suddenly you feel him grab your waist and rub his cock on your pussy making you gasp a bit. “I’d rather make you cum with my cock sweetheart” he says smirking. He slowly sink himself into you making you throw your head back. "So t-tight" he moans before pulling out and thrusting hard into you. It was amazing honestly, it was painful but the pleasure was even more overwhelming. Your toes curl and your body tenses up as he stretches you. Normally even during sex he was never a talker but tonight he was an animal. The vulgar things he moaned in your ear as he pounded you drove you mad. You couldn't speak only cry out and moan at the animal he'd become. "T-tama I- mmmnph~" you moan weakly at him. “What happened to my dominant little wife huh? Or is it that you just wanted me to fuck you senseless from the start?” He says as he slows his thrusts a bit. “N-no I~” you moan but was cut off by a rough kiss. You both moan into each other feeling pure pleasure. “What was that baby? Use your words” he moans before slamming back into you. He reaches up and removes your blindfold. Your eyes a glowing white from too much pleasure. He smirks at how gone you looked from him fucking you. “So fucking beautiful” he moans as he grabs your hips again to deepen himself. You throw your head back as you were close to cumming. Your pussy clenches down around him causing him to growl a bit. “Cum on me while I fill you up bunny” he moans as he feels himself about to cum. Your moans grow louder and louder until you finally release around him and just as he said after another hard thrust he cums deep inside you. “Shit! So fucking good baby” he growls as he rides out his climax. He pulls out slowly and releases your arms. Your body falls on the bed as your body twitches. He watches in amazement but feels himself getting turned on again.

You get enough strength to get up and stumble to the bathroom. You turn on the shower and get in letting the water fall on you head. “Damn that was amazing” you think to yourself as your legs still shaking. You quickly clean yourself up before hearing the door open. You look to see your husband coming in the shower. But something was off it’s almost like he was feral. He looks at your naked trembling body and gets on his knees. “W-what are you doing?” You stammer. Crawling to your feet he lifts your leg over his shoulder still looking at you. “I’m sorry bunny. But I need more of you” he says. You look at him as he slowly licks up your pussy. You moan and jump still sensitive from literally ten minutes ago. He moans tasting you more and more. Your hands slowly reaching for his hair. He laps at your clit at a nice pace as he strokes his cock to your voice. You could feel yourself already soaking wet. “Mmmmmph tamaki your driving me crazy today” you moan as your breathe gets heavy once more. “Good” he says as he slurps up your pussy juices. The noises turning you on even more. “I want you... to cum on... my face baby” he moans into you. You were close already and that sent you over the edge. You grip his hair and gush on his mouth as he slurps it up. Without another word he picks you up and takes you out the shower and sits you on the sink. He kisses you passionately as you wrap your hands around his neck. “Can we do it again bunny? I don’t know what’s come over me but I need you” he pleads as his cock throbs against your stomach.

You look him in the eye as you grab his cock and slide it in yourself both of you letting out moans. “T-thank you baby” he moans before he sets a slow but deep pace. You both blush as you tried to keep eye contact but you shut your eyes from the pleasure. “You look so gorgeous when your mind melts from me pleasing you bunny” he moans to you as he speeds up. “I love when you make a mess of me daddy” you moan back causing his eyes to widen as he grips your waist and pounds you. Your moans turn to cries of pleasure and your toes curl. “C-cumming baby! Ahhh god~” you cry as you cum hard on his cock dripping some out a bit as well. He doesn’t stop or slow down though instead leaning close you your ear a whispering. “That bitch could never make me feel like you do bunny. I’m yours and yours alone” he moans as he licks your ear. You dig your nails into his skin as your body shakes. Suddenly he thrusts so hard that he enters her cervix causing them both to moan loudly. “There she is” he moans before repeatedly thrusting like that. “Y-yes baby! F-fuck me” you cry out as tears of pleasure roll down your face. Turned on even more he grabs your neck and chocks you as you reach another climax. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you squirt a bit on his lower stomach. He smiles in delight at the mess you made. “I’m gunna fill up this tight little pussy baby” he moans as his thrusts become sloppy and needy. “Fuck yeah bunny I’m cumming!” He moans throwing his head back as he shoot straight into your cervix filling you up completely. As before he slowly pulls from you panting. With weak eyes you look at him panting still and cum dripping from you. He leans over and kisses you tenderly. “Can I do it one more time?” He asks drooling over you.

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entropic-introspection · 3 years

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Final Fantasy XIV: A Quick(ish) Summary As Told By Someone Too Lazy To Recheck Exact Times/Things

1.0- We don't talk about it

A Realm Reborn (ARR)- for some strange reason the world got like, completely blown up 5 years ago, crazy! You are some dumb kid from nowhere in particular, with nothing but the clothes on your back and a weapon that is little more than a chunk of wood, or a book. Possibly just your fists. You have got 50 levels and a shitload of lore to get through until you reach the first expansion.

Essentially: you don't have enough money for chicken nuggets, your fashion game is nonexistent, and every high level player calls you a sprout and exhibits Concern about your every action (they mean well).

Garlemald bad, Ascians bad, Eorzea uhhh trying to be good but kinda racist/capitalist/pirates with a history of colonialism, Coerthas is French Catholic and in the Crusades with the dragons. Hydaelin... good? Confusing, for sure, often referred to as Mother in text. Primals bad and scary, but fortunately you are immune to their mind-fuckery techniques thanks to Crystal Mom and surprisingly good at kicking their asses. Garleans mad that you ""savages"" keep killing Primals, despite having a whole mandate against Primals and Primal summoning. Ascians mad that you keep killing Primals because Ascians are dicks. People die, there is an amnesia plot, some annoying twerp is annoyingly right about a lot of things and also you can't get rid of him, Moogles, possession, fucking Ancient Aliens Allagans (if it's a problem in ARR, it's Ascians or Allagans aight), and hey ho you go and kick Garlean asses until they throw a giant machine at you that they stuffed full of Primal juice. Such devastation-!

Then there is the slightly post ARR stuff, where we're still level 50-ish but not really into the next expansion. So basically, we meet Dragon Dad who slaps Crystal Mom's blessing off of you to build character, Ascians are once again dicks, Who The Hell Names These Things, wow Lysanderoth you're definitely not suspicious at all, and our annoying twerp is dabbling in politics and for some reason you're getting fond of him?? Just in time for...

Heavensward (Lvl 50-60)- Congratulations, you are now an enemy of the state! We return/flee to French Catholic Coerthas/Ishgard, where we get to room with our Dear Friend, Haurchefant.

Don't mind how all the high leveled players have started crying. This expansion is emotionally devastating, has a great storyline, and also features canonical consensual dragon vore as a plot point. You know that tweet that's all "Church bad because they won't let you fuck dragons"? Yes, that's Heavensward. You will still cry. We embark on an epic road trip with the annoying twerp (ft his existential teenage crisis), a famous dragon killer and sadboi, and a famous lady who advocates peace/fucking dragons. Somehow, none of you kill each other. Instead, you murder a weirdly attractive bug-man with good music and a desire for violence, a giant flying whale, and some old dudes. You also beat up the same Ascian from the first bit, again. And again, in his final(?) form. Dragon Dad has come along to watch your progress, and also check on his kids cause he's actually, y'know, the entire progenitor of the dragon race. Wow! His family is very sad, mostly. But he does like you, so hey, he can adopt you and have one kid that turned out ok and happy! Hahahahha there's no therapists in Eorzea :')

Then we get to deal with "Hey we ended your like 500 year+ Crusade and kind of upended your social structures, y'all good?" (no), something something Warriors of Darkness, something something Urianger sus, then ALISAIE JOINS THE PARTY. I love her ok, let me have this. She's the annoying twerp's twin, and she's more inclined to hitting things that politics and philosophy. She's also kind of crushing on you. Also Minfillia kinda fucks off to nowhere, which is weird, b/c she has been Important but also Not Involved with the plot for like. 8 years.

Stormblood (Lvl 60-70)- Return of Lysanderoth! Briefly. Before he fucks you over, again. And a bunch of other people, honestly. But hey, this puts Eorzea in open contention with Garlemald for the first time in years, instead of them hovering in an uneasy cold war. For the first goddamn time in the game, you canonically get your ass kicked. Hard. So hard you decide fuck it! And go overseas to Fantasy Japan/China to visit some nice people you helped out earlier. You get catfished. You meet a weeb. There's some pirates, and Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. There's Ravana take 2, this time in a slightly more 'Forever 21' phase. Wild, young, free, REJOICE.

You attempt to inspire rebellion (since your character doesn't talk much, this is quite difficult). Garleans crack down, and hey look, the dude who kicked your ass is back! Prince Zenos Yae Galvus, as by this point you've hopefully learned, even if you're bad with names like me. He kicks your ass again, but this time we break his helmet, and wait shit is he... kind of hot? Maybe? Fuck?? He pins you to a wall and tells you to find him later, it's all confusing and prompts strange butterflies in stomachs. (Side note: as a lesbian, I am making some assumptions here. Mostly based off of how I reacted to the idea of Tsukuyomi doing the same. Mm.)

Then he promptly fucks off, and to work off that sexual tension you square up and work with local friends on Rebellion! You get help from some neighboring nomads after proving you're cool enough to tame a bird, and this proves enough to free the area from Garlean control (for now). We go back to Eorzea, and prepare to kick Zenos' head in. He's playing hard to get though, so we gotta get through some other folks, learn hard lessons about war/colonization, and feel bad. AND THEN WE KICK HIS- oh no wait. Is he... coming on to us again? Oh jesus man, get a therapist, oh my god, this is awkward for us both. Turns out he's kinda depressed and just wants you. To fight him. To the death. There is some bullshittery and he becomes dragon. Fails to kill you, so he kills himself. (Spoiler: it doesn't stick)

The Garlean Empire is now pissed off at you, and Eorzea in general. Everyone is kung-fu fighting, but oops, Garlemald is preparing to commit ~war crimes~! Someone is doing something weird, which is making your Scion friends fall into comas, which is both very convenient and highly inconvenient, cause all of you are kinda needed right now! Zenos, or something in his body, is causing trouble as well. Look, even when we thought he was dead he was causing trouble.

Shadowbringers (Lvl 70-80): We find out what's been making our friends pass out- someone from another dimension has been trying to yoink you over to them, and like all attempts at using the Rescue spell, it just sometimes leads to hilarious accidents. In this case, some epic lag, so although your friends have only been out of it for a week or two at most, they've been in this other world for 5 whole years in some cases. Turns out, Garlean war crimes are all an Ascian plot (what isn't, by this point), and mysterious Crystal Exarch is hoping you can save this world and your own.

At this point, Yoshi P, the lead developer, pulls out a gun and asks if you've been doing all those side-quests and optional 48 man raids. He worked very hard on those, you know. He put in lots of lore. Then he asks if you remember all those dangling plot hooks from previous expansions. We're addressing a lot of those. And adding more. You are sweating and nodding frantically while scrolling a wiki on your phone.

You get to feel like you're in an Otome game, because there's two dudes being weirdly polite and interested in you, but also real snappish to each other in terms of "fuck off she's mine". Alisaie and Alphinaud off-screen character development. Urianger still sus. Thancred now a dad? Y'shtola still so good. A lot of things happen, and you get progressively sadder as the expansion goes on. You get a nice, great big burst of hope and love, and then SOMEONE is a DICK with a GUN. (It is not Yoshi P.)

Now you just feel bad. Your character feels bad. This is all build up for the A) some motherfucking revelations and B) the utter catharsis of "If you could take one more step... would you?" "What, all by myself?" "THROW WIDE THE GATE"

I have shed legitimate tears over Shadowbringers ok, between the music, story, and pacing it is an Experience. Oh my god tho, all the music from Shadowbringers is so good. La-HEE

#ffxiv #theres some spoilers in there but its all p nondescript #again: i aint checking exact facts here folks this is all in good fun

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celestiababie · 4 years

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Yunho NSFW Alphabet A-Z

A= Aftercare (What they do/act like after sex)

Yunho is literally the human embodiment of a teddy bear. After you two have finished, he’ll probably just lay on you, and kiss your neck. He just wants to cling onto you...before you two go for another round.

B= Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Yunho loves his smile the most and he knows you love it too. Whenever he flashes his bright smile at you, you get butterflies all over again, and he just adores that he has that effect on you. He loves your legs when you straddle him or just wrap them around him. Yunho loves the lazy days where you put your legs on his lap and just watch tv. He’s also quite the fan of putting them over his shoulders as he thrusts inside you.

C= Cum (Anything to do with cum… I’m a disgusting person)

He gets carried away when he’s fucking you, so he often cums inside of you. When the two of you first had sex, both of you were so in the moment that you hadn’t realized that he came inside until a few minutes after. He panicked for a few seconds and apologized, but luckily you were able to calm him down by telling him that it was fine and that you were on the pill/clean. Ever since that day, he’s been hooked on cumming in you.

D= Dirty Secret (Pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He really wants to fuck you against a mirror...preferably in the practice room. He’s had a few wet dreams about it, but he doesn’t want to bring it up, in case that you’ll be weirded out, and then he’ll end up embarrassed.

E= Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Yunho has some experience, but not to the point where he could call himself a pro. He’s probably gotten/given head before and that’s about as much experience he’s had before you. He knows how to get you worked up and he knows how to use his body very well. DANCERS ARE THE BEST AT SEX IDC.

F= Favorite position (This goes without saying)

Probably missionary, but with your legs over his shoulders. He loves holding your legs up and rolling his hips into you, making sure that you feel him against the most sensitive within you.

G= Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment? Or are they more humorous?)

This man-child is a clown! Do you really think that he’s gonna be completely serious? He will probably try and crack a joke here and there when he has sex with you. Whether you like that or not, he can’t hide his bright and goofy personality, even if it’s an intimate moment.

H= Hair (How well-groomed are they?)

Yunho trims regularly, but he’s not bare. He thinks that trimming makes everything look better and it’s just easier to maintain. Man-scaping shows character, folks.

I= Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect)

He’s a giant teddy bear, and even though he’s very goofy, he’d be surprisingly intimate. He loves you and wants to express it both inside and outside the bedroom. Yunho is top quality boyfriend material, and he’d want to give you all the pleasure that you could handle.

J= Jack off (Masturbation)

He doesn’t jerk off that often, he can usually keep himself under control until he sees you. Sometimes if he just needed to release some of his energy, he’d rut against his pillow and send you the audio of him moaning. It would mainly be to try and convince you to come over or let him come over.

K= Kinks (One or more of their kinks)

His tall ass has a size kink, y’all knew this was gonna be said. He didn’t care if you were even an inch shorter than him or a foot shorter than him, he’d still tease you for being smaller than him. Yunho adores how your body looks underneath him, there’s something about him being bigger than you that makes him feel like he can protect you. Yunho also has a slight exhibition kink, he likes the way his heart pounds from nerves, not knowing if someone was going to see both of you.

L= Location (Favorite places to do the do)

As stated before, he has an exhibition kink, he believes that sex doesn’t have to stay in the bedroom at all times. Dressing rooms? On a balcony? Against a big window? He’s down for it all, but don’t worry, he’ll make sure no one actually sees... unless you’re into that.

M= Motivation (What turns them on?)

Due to his size kink, sitting in his lap could get him a bit excited down there, it emphasizes how small you are compared to him, and he can easily tease you for it. Another thing that can get him doing would be teaching you how to dance/ dancing with you, he’s definitely tried to get you to do a sensual dance with him once or twice. If he sees your hips move a certain way or grind upon him, you can bet your ass that he’s gonna whisper in your ear about how much he wants to fuck you.

N= NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

I personally believe that Yunho is a soft dom, so he wouldn’t want you to call you anything bad or degrading, he’d much rather praise you. You’re his baby, why would he want to be mean to his baby?

O= Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He’s a sucker for getting head, he loves when you look up at him as you press kisses to tip. It’s not like he hates giving you head or is bad at it, he’s just average at the activity, he makes up for it with using his sexy ass hands though.

P= Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual?)

This one is tough... I guess that it would all depend on his mood, some days he’ll be rough and desperate for a good fuck, and other days, he’ll be slow and sensual. He has no preference, it really depends on how much tension there is and how needy you both are.

Q= Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex and how often?)

He's a fan of them. You two often have to rush due to fucking in slightly risky places, but he doesn't mind that at all. Sometimes, he treats it as it's a game, which one of you is gonna cum first or, how fast can he make you cum?

R= Risk (Are they game to experiment? Do they take risks?)

He has no problem taking risks and experimenting. He's curious about a lot of things and wants to try many things with you if you'll allow him to.

S= Stamina (How many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

This boy has a lot of stamina, it’s scary. As a dancer, he’s able to have a lot of energy and on top of that, he’s a ball of energy in everyday life, so Yunho would be able to go multiple rounds. He’d want to keep going until you were too tired to keep your eyes open. Dis boi a freak lowkey.

T= Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them?)

Poor baby would be confused by toys at first, but would slowly start getting more curious about them. He’d do mild research to find ones that would give you the most pleasure and then gift them to you. He’d be hesitant to use any toys on himself, but he’d give it a try if you really wanted to use them on him.

U= Unfair (How much do they like to tease?)

He mainly teases you about your height, but other than that, he’s fair. He likes to give you what you want and even if he finds your begging adorable, he’d feel bad if he kept pleasure away from you...but if you make him jealous/ piss him off? Good luck.

V= Volume (How loud are they? What sounds do they make?)

L O U D. He’s not annoyingly loud, but he’s not afraid to moan and groan if something feels good. He has to be careful depending on the location you two are having sex, but even then, he’s moaning for you.

W= Wild Card (Random headcanon)

Yunho had invited you over, all the boys were over, but he figured that you were comfortable enough to hang out with all of them. The 9 of you were sitting in the living room, your legs were on the taller male’s lap and he was softly caressing your leg as the rest of the boys were being loud.

Jongho had noticed the older male’s hand on your leg and he narrowed his eyes at the both of you, throwing a pillow at Yunho.

“Hyung, touch your girlfriend somewhere else!”

The other boys had suddenly shut up and looked over at the two of you. Some were confused, some were flustered at the thought and a particular someone was smirking (Wooyoung). You hid your face behind your hands and took your legs off of your boyfriend’s lap. He pouted and made a bold move, pulling your entire body into his lap and kissing your neck.

“I’ll touch her where ever I want.” He muttered against your neck. The boys cleared their throats and contemplated whether or not they should just leave the room...

They didn’t, they kept talking, but couldn’t help but glance at the couple who were almost ready to rip each other’s clothes off.

X= X-Ray (Lt’s see what’s going on in those pants)

He’s a big boi and has sexy hands, so I think he’s above average. He has a decent amount of girth to him and a plus would be that he knows how to use his hips. Big dick+dancer hips= fucking amazing sex. I don’t make the rules.

Y= Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

He wants sex a lot more than he’d like to admit, he has so much energy that he wants to let out, and sex is a great way to release all that energy. He’s clingy and that clinginess will often lead to him needing you sexually. I’d say he’d want sex about 5 days out of the week.

Z= ZZZ (How quickly do they fall asleep afterward?)

It depends on how many rounds you two did. Usually, he wouldn’t feel that sleepy if it was a standard night of sex, but if it was a night where you two were at it like rabbits...maybe he’d get a little tired, but he rarely does.

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thequeendesi · 4 years

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Bathroom

Title: Offical

Alt Title: Bathroom

Warnings: Swearing, Mentions towards abuse, Mention of S.A in a/n. Reader's a smart ass.

Pairings: Harry Hook x Reader

AU: N/A

Disclaimer: i dont own you or the Descendants franchise, i do own the writing.

Rating: 16+

Request: I have a request for Harry Hook! The reader lives on the Isle and Harry is secretly crushing on her. He doesn’t know how to act on his feelings so he makes her believe that he hates her by picking on her every chance he got. That all changes one night when she randomly runs into him and Uma out of breath. She says, “Can I hide in your bathroom? Don’t tell him where I’m at.” After she disappears, her dad walks in, asking them if they’ve seen her. They both keep her cover because they didn’t like how mean and scary he looked. When he left, the reader tells them about her dad being abusive towards her and than Harry confesses. They begin dating and he’s ridiculously overprotective of her.

A/N: Hi! Thank you for requesting this! I love how you knew what you wanted and was very well put in stating it! I chose William Clayton, the dude from Tarzan as good ol' daddy, ykno, since nobody really stays dead with disney. And Willy boi is a piece of shit lmaooo. And our loving adoring mother is Madame Medusa! Hope you enjoy! I did change a few things. Like, i.e, when i tell people my ex used to manipulate, control and s-aed me, i wouldn't want the first thing out of their mouth being "i wouldn't do that to u, i love u." B/c it's inappropriate and not the time and or place for that. So, he waits a year or so to finally say smth, bc escaping abuse takes a long time to get over and it's a lot of healing and being in a relationship immediately afterwards isn't the best thing on what should happen.

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(Y/n) sighed, her back pressed against the wall as she picked at the scabs on her knee. "Anyone ever tell you green on you looks atrocious?" Harry asked, an eyebrow raised.

"I've heard, thanks Hook." (Y/N) rolled your eyes.

"(Y/N)! Don't listen to Harry. Your make up looks just fine." Gil tried to make the girl feel better, to no avail.

Looking over at Gil, (Y/N) attempted at a fake smile. "Thanks Gil." She sighed, walking into Ursula's restaurant.

"You know she thinks you hate her?" Gil asked, eating a fry, that he doesn't even know where he got it from.

"That's the point. Keep love at a healthy distance Gilly. 70 feet away."

"That's not healthy."

"Let's not talk about what's healthy and what isn't." Harry quickly fired back, making eye contact with Gil.

…

Weeks passed and (Y/N) hadn't shown up at work, evidently getting fired, but no word even from that.

"Hey! Has anyone fuckin' seen that shit head who works here?" Harry asked, stabbing the hook into the table. "Business is slow and it's not makin' Harry happy."

"Talking in third person, this can't be good." Gil said, looking over at Uma. "He's just mad he has no one to pick fun at and make miserable." Uma said, taking the hook out of the table. "Get your feet off my table. Were you raised in a damn barn?" Uma chided the angry brunette.

"You know damn well I was."

The doors to the restaurant slammed open as a very disheveled and dirty (Y/N) ran into Uma, near about knocking her over.

"Oh, now you can show up to work?" Uma snapped, but stepped back when she noticed some bruises.

“Can I hide in your bathroom? Don’t tell him where I’m at.”

"Uh, yea sure." Uma pointed her thumb over her shoulder as (Y/N) jolted into the bathroom.

Harry rose an eyebrow as he watched the door slam open again. "Have you seen where she went?" His gruff voice boomed throughout the restaurant.

"Down the alleyway, think she's running the bridge to Auradon." Uma answered before anyone else could.

William Clayton's eyes darted around. "If you see her, tell her she needs to get home." He pushed the doors back open, running to where the bridge is.

"Do we check n-"

"Give it a fucking minute." She waited as the man stormed back in. "I know you're fucking with me, because I know damn well, (Y/N) can't run that far without me catching up."

"Well why ask me if you're so damn sure where she's at?" Uma shot back.

"Listen, Will, we haven't seen the peppy fuck." Harry barked. "Now get on with your night, will ya?"

The overgrown babboon stormed back out.

...

"You can come out now." Uma said outside the bathroom door.

Sighing, (Y/N) walked out. "What kinda shit are you wearing?"

"Fucking clothes Harry, listen I'm not in the mood for your shit tonight. So, if you could and just lighten up on me for 30 goddamn minutes, that would be perfect." (Y/N) huffed.

"Harry, back up." Uma put her arm up, stopping him from taking movements towards her.

"What's been going on?" Gil asked, walking over.

"Listen, shit's hard at home, okay?" (Y/N) spilled. "If William's drunk, it's not good. Alright? He gets violent and think's he's back with the fuckin' gorillas or some shit or calls me it and tries to act like I am. I'm skippin town and going to Auradon." You pointed your finger at the 3 in front of you. "And if any of you say jackshit about anything about it or tell fuck face what I choose to do, I'm coming back and fucking all three of you up." She seethed and ran out of the restaurant.

"Holy shit." Harry mumbled.

"Maybe you should learn to apologize for adding onto her shit." Uma rose an eyebrow towards him, walking off.

...

A year and some months passed after (Y/N) moved to Auradon.

Every child from the isle came over, and boy did she ever-so enjoy the company. Making matters, so much greater, she had Uma for a roomie.

"Do you think Harry's cute?" Uma asked, filing her nails.

"No."

"Seriously?" Uma rose an eyebrow. "He sure does."

"Ha. Sure."

"He does, dude."

"I'm goin' for a walk." (Y/N) put her hair in a ponytail.

...

(Y/N) smiled contently as she walked down the park's pathway, the birds were singing, the flowers were blooming and the grass sure was green.

"(Y/N)! Hi!" Harry ran up to the female as she slowed down, slightly annoyed at the pirate. "You look nice. Did you do something different with your hair?"

"I brushed it." You deadpanned, your pace picking up. "Wait, I… actually want to talk to you." He sighed. "Is it about how for the last six months you've threatened every boy in the vicinity to not date me because they dont 'deserve' me?" You turned around, your arms crossing over your chest.

"Yea.. about that, I.."

"You like me." You finished the sentence for him. "I'm flattered really, never expected you to like me." You chuckled a little, truth be told, you do like him, you're just a stubborn asshole who won't let your guard down.

"What gave it away?" He chuckled nervously. "Everything."

"Well… Do you like me back?" He asked, half expecting you to say no. How could you've liked him? Like you, he was a stubborn dick.

"I enjoy your presence." You winked at him, he returned you with a smile. "So how does being my boyfriend sound? Cute dates and all that cheesy shit?" You rose an eyebrow as you moved your hands to your hips.

"It- really? I mean, yea. That sounds great."

"So… it's official?" Gil asked, poking his head into the conversation.

"Yea," you nodded. "It is."

"And to think, the bathroom made a snowball effect." Gil joked.

#harry hook imagines #harry hook descendants #harry x reader #harry hook x reader #harry hook imagine #harry hook descendants 2 #harry hook Descendants 3 #harry hook #des' oneshot #des' writing #harry hook fluff #harry hook angst #sorry this took a while.#pls request sometime soon babe!#just... not Descendants again lmao.#dm me for what i write for

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mellometal · 3 years

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Hey, everyone.

If you saw the post from earlier, I had to delete it. There were things I forgot to discuss and things that didn't get saved into my drafts. Sorry if you have to see this again.

I've been WAITING to talk about Glee. Not in the good way either. There's so much wrong with the show, and it's sickening. Yes, I've watched the show last year. Against my will, but that's because of other people refusing to put on anything else besides Glee. I can say that I hate Glee with my entire being. (My initial reason for hating it was because they covered "SING" by My Chemical Romance and turned it into a slow, patriotic song when it's a song about rebellion. NOTHING about "SING" is patriotic. I hated the show since I first heard about it...for that very reason. I was like thirteen or so at the time when I first heard about Glee? Despite it being out since 2009.

Though it's been over for several years now, it's a show that many people have mixed feelings about. From what I've seen, you either love Glee or you absolutely hate it. There's no in-between that I've seen. (If you can't already tell, I hate the show.)

The show is a literal dumpster fire, the characters are all fucking awful people and all of them are poorly written, the script pisses me off, it literally makes me feel disgusting, and don't even get me started on the covers. Most of the covers aren't that good. A lot of them sound like nails on a chalkboard to me. The pacing of the show makes NO sense in certain areas (like when Blaine was initially made to be a grade above Kurt, but was then changed to be like the same grade as him so he'd stay). It just feels like everyone in the show is either a Mary Sue, a Gary Stu, their whole personality is just that they're from a minority group or they're EDGY AND HARDCORE DELINQUENTS BLEEEEHHHHH, creepy as fuck, bigoted as all hell, or they're just background characters who occasionally have the spotlight.

TW: The following post and any other posts that I'll make about this show contains subject matter that may be triggering for some audiences. It will go into subjects like racism, homophobia, ableism, outing of a person in the LGBT community, bigotry in general, statutory r@pe (between teachers and students), teachers being creepy towards students, mentioned past child m0l3stati0n and invalidation of the victim's trauma, making fun of su1c1d3, making fun of overdose, making fun of drug addiction....a lot of fucked up things.

If anything mentioned above is triggering for you, please feel free to scroll and consume safe media instead. I'd rather have you be safe than to be triggered by anything I'm gonna talk about.

Let's start off easy. The characters. It's easy to tear them apart. At least the most problematic ones.

Rachel, the Main Character™️, is textbook definition of a Mary Sue. Instead of calling her Rachel, I'm gonna call her Mary Sue for the whole post. She's almost completely perfect (like too perfect), her flaws are minor if anything, she gets all the special treatment....you get the picture. When Mary Sue does anything fucked up or she says anything fucked up, it either goes unnoticed, people make up excuses for her being a shitty person, or it gets twisted so it looks like Mary Sue is the hero! (I hate her. So much. I cannot stand her.)

Aaawwww, Mary Sue didn't want some OTHER GIRL (Sunshine) to steal HER spotlight, so she SENT THIS GIRL TO A CRACK HOUSE. A FUCKING CRACK HOUSE, OF ALL PLACES. A PLACE WHERE THIS GIRL COULD HAVE BEEN PUT IN SERIOUS DANGER. THIS GIRL COULD HAVE BEEN SERIOUSLY INJURED AT BEST AND KILLED AT WORST. Yes, I'm aware not all drug houses are the same, but still. It doesn't matter what this girl did. What Sunshine did is irrelevant. It's not okay to send people to strange places where they don't know anyone, and are put in danger, even to the point of either getting injured or killed. But it's okay, because at least it's not an "active" crack house you sent Sunshine to, RIGHT, Mary Sue? You still sent some poor girl to a place where she could have been put in serious danger, even to possibly get injured or killed, all because you didn't want her to steal YOUR spotlight. You fucking disgusting, entitled, bratty cunt. You don't need the spotlight all the time anyway. THAT'S HOW THEATRE WORKS. YOU DON'T ALWAYS GET THE LEAD ROLE. YOU DON'T ALWAYS GET THE ROLE YOU WANT. AND THAT'S OKAY. YOU WORK WITH WHAT YOU GOT. Sincerely, a theatre kid.

There are other fucked up things Mary Sue has done, but this is the one thing I could find anyone talking about. If I remember correctly, she hurt her Gay Best Friend™️ Kurt in some way. All I remember is that Kurt was mad at Mary Sue about something. Mary Sue is annoying as fuck. What else can I say about her?

Next, we have Finn, who's textbook definition of a Gary Stu. I'll call him Gary Stu throughout this post. I hate this fucker too. He's the Main Character's Boyfriend™️, the Hot Quarterback™️, and The Good Guy™️. Yet....he's not a good person. He's treated like he's a good person, but he's really not. His flaws are fairly minor and excused (and any major flaws aren't even talked about much), he's almost completely perfect, and every fucked up thing he does is ignored or is justified in some way. Like how he outed Santana as lesbian in the hallway WITHIN EARSHOT OF EVERYONE. HE DIDN'T EVEN APOLOGIZE FOR THIS.

As a woman who has struggled with her sexuality growing up, this really brought back shit I went through. I "dated" boys when I was younger to cover up the fact that I'm only attracted to other women. I wasn't happy with these guys at all. I acted like I did so nobody would suspect anything. I felt nothing for them, except for in a platonic way. I've been outed twice. Once when I thought I was bisexual with a strong preference for other women (by my dad's girlfriend at the time), and when I came out as lesbian (by my brother). It sucks to be outed. The people who outed me in real life could have put me in danger. They could have made it so I had no place to go back to. They could have had me get hurt. It's a scary feeling. Like, it doesn't matter if you're supportive or if you're in the LGBT community. You don't fucking out people without their explicit permission. You especially don't out people to their abusers or to people they don't trust, let alone out them publicly. That's what happened to me. I don't wish this on anyone.

***By the way, for anyone who's closeted, you're valid, I love you, and I know how it feels to be stuck in the closet. You don't have to come out right now. Come out whenever you're ready to. Whenever it's safe for you to do so.***

Or how about the fact that Gary Stu made fun of Kurt's voice because he's gay? Gary Stu apparently has ✨anger issues✨ and that's pretty much the excuse they use to justify him doing fucked up shit to people.

They treat the characters who are from minority groups (i.e., BIPOC, AAPI, LGBT community, disabled people) like absolute garbage, put them through all this horrific shit, or they put them on a pedestal simply for being in a minority group. The teachers and other school staff are either written to be total bigots (Sue), or they're total pr3dators (Mr. Schue, the school nurse, and another teacher who I can't remember her name off the top of my head).

Sue pretty much only exists to be a poorly written villain who's a bigoted bitch just to be a bigoted bitch. Yes, there were some things she WAS right about (like how "Blurred Lines" wasn't an appropriate song choice for the Glee Club™️, but Mr. Schue The Pr3dator™️ downplayed it). Other than that...that's all I can think of. Because everything else that came out of her mouth was bigoted bullshit. Like these right here, for example:

Or how she drugged the principal, date r@ped him, and blackmailed him?

How about them making a tasteless joke about Sue committing su1c1d3 and having her "overdose" on multivitamin gummies?

DO I NEED TO EXPLAIN HOW FUCKED UP ALL OF THIS IS? I do? Well, first of all, she called people racist, homophobic, ableist, and otherwise disgusting names. She boiled them down to their race, sexual orientation, their disability, and their appearance in general. Second, SHE DRUGGED, BLACKMAILED, AND DATE R@PED SOMEBODY. I don't think I need to explain how that's bad. The evidence is right there. Third, she said she was committing "sue-icide" by overdosing on multivitamin gummies. (Yes, you actually can OD on vitamins in supplement form, and it can cause serious symptoms and even death. Specifically with vitamins A, D, E, and K, and Iron. Vitamins A, D, E, and K are fat-soluble. They're a lot harder to remove from the body. The B vitamins and vitamin C aren't as severe if you do OD on them because they're water-soluble, but still be careful. You can't OD on vitamins and minerals you find in food. If you take supplements, vitamins, etc., only take what's on the bottle.) As someone who has su1c1d@l thoughts on and off, this is extremely insulting. Yes, I do use humor and I joke about my own experiences to cope, but this? Nah. Nothing about this is funny or cute in the slightest. Enough said.

Do I need to explain how fucking terrible it is to make light of a serious topic like this? It was never funny to see Britney Spears' mental health be at that low of a point in 2007. It was never funny to see the abuse the paparazzi inflicted on her. How the fuck was this ever okay? You can dislike Britney Spears all you want, but this was never it.

This is all I have for now. I'll probably make a part two because there are way too many things to talk about.

#mello speaks #glee #i hate this show #tw racism mention #tw date r@pe mention #tw suidice #tw homophobia mention #tw ableism mention #tw drug mention #i literally hate everyone in this show so much #tw pr3dator mention (will dive deep into this in part two)#tw od mention #anti glee

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yukiwrites · 4 years

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Edelgard, Comforted

Thanks for the support once again, @xpegasusuniverse! It was really fun to work on this unlikely duo!

This is a Support Chain C-A between Raphael and Edelgard!

Commission info HERE and HERE!

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C SUPPORT

Raphael: Huff! *thud* There ya go! A pile of new books, special delivery from Raphael!

Man: Thank you so much for carrying that mountain of books from the old storeroom, Raphael. You did it in one trip, too! I never saw someone carry so many books at once.

Raphael: Haha, no need to thank me! My muscles love to help folks with heavy lifting!

Man: W-well then, thank you, Raphael’s, uh, muscles. I’ll need to file these now, if you’ll excuse me…

Raphael: Sure! My pleasure!

Raphael: Man, I’m really not used to coming here like I should… I can already hear the Professor telling me to study… or my classmates… Maybe I could look for something- huh? Is that Edelgard over there?

Edelgard, on her own: It seems I chose the worst time to browse the library. No empty ladders in sight.

Raphael: Hey there, Edelgard! You look troubled; are the books giving you a headache too?

Edelgard: Ah, Raphael, hello. I suppose you could say that. As you can see, all ladders are either occupied by other students or out of service and the book I seek is quite out of my reach. I do not think even Hubert would be able to get it if he were here...

Raphael: Oh, book searching? I just helped the library guy here with that! Leave it to me! Is that the one with the red cover you wanted?

Edelgard: Hm, if you would not mind to aid me, then I will accept the help. Yes, it is the one with the red cover. Perhaps if I could read the title of the others beside it, I would ask for more, however, as it stands...

Raphael: Hrrrmmmm…!! Hrrrrm! Oh, wow, this is really high! Even my feet muscles can’t make me reach ‘em!

Edelgard: So he wasn’t listening to me. Oh well.

Edelgard: Raphael? Thank you for offering to help, I will simply return at a quieter time to-

Raphael: No no, wait, I got it! You can just sit on my shoulders!

Edelgard: What are you imply- wai- unhand me- agh!

Raphael: You’re as light as you look, Edelgard! You should eat more if you wanna grow up big like Big Bro Raphael!

Edelgard: I’ll- thank you if-agh! Keep steady, I am losing my balance-

Raphael: Whoa, there, I gotcha, Edelgard! Take your time!

Edelgard: I-I have gotten the books; let me down this instant, please.

Raphael: Alleyoop, there you go! That wasn’t so bad, was it? And you got more than one, too!

Edelgard, blushing: I do not know if I should be thankful that everyone seems to be minding their own business or not.

Edelgard: Anyway, I will not let a favor go without a word of thanks. So I thank you for your assistance, Raphael. As rough and sudden as it may have been.

Raphael: You’re welcome! You can always ask Big Bro Raph for help!

Edelgard: ...

Raphael: Huh? Did I say something wrong? Wait! I get it! I did it again, didn’t I? Sorry I just put you on my shoulders like that! It was a force of habit from trying to help my hard-headed little sis!

Edelgard: I suppose you did not notice you were also patting my head just now?

Raphael: Whoa, was I? I guess you remind me of my little sis more than I thought! Sorry about that.

Edelgard: …

Edelgard: It was… fine. It was a refreshing feeling to be treated like a little sister again after so long. Thank you once again for your help, Raphael. Now I need to check these out, if you’ll excuse me.

Raphael: Sure, no prob! You can always rely on Big Bro Ralph, though, alright? Me ‘n’ my muscles will be there to help anytime you need!

Raphael leaves.

Edelgard: Big brother, huh…

B SUPPORT

Raphael: I’m glad Ms. Cook is such a nice lady, she always leaves something on top of the kitchen table for me! Yum, that was a great midnight snack, so now I can sleep like a log to get even stronger tomorrow!

Raphael: Huh? Is that a person over there? Who’s wandering ‘round the pond at this hour? Maybe they’re tryna fish? But don’t fish sleep, too? I don’t think they’d bite… Unless they’re looking for a midnight snack like me, haha!

Edelgard, on her own: ....

Raphael: Hey, it’s Edelgard!

Raphael approaches.

Raphael: Edelgard! What’re you doing up so late? Wait, you look pale, even more than usual! Is that the moonlight or did you eat something bad and got a stomach ache?

Edelgard: Hello there again, Raphael. *sighs* It would have been better if it were a simple stomach ache. As it stands, it was just a bad dream.

Raphael: Oh, alright. So you can’t sleep, huh?

Edelgard: To simplify it, yes.

Raphael: That sucks. I hate it when I can’t sleep.

Raphael: You know what? Take this and this here too. Ms. Cook always leaves me food so I got some to eat on my way back to my room, too.

Edelgard: Are these… cupcakes? As I recall, the dining hall is closed after curfew.

Raphael: Yeah! You like sweets, right? I sometimes see you smiling all to yourself when we’re havin’ sweets week!

Edelgard: Do I now…? How discomposing. And here I thought I kept my emotions in check.

Raphael: It’s fine! I’m sure only people who eat lots like me noticed! Anyway, I always get a real good sleep after eating, so you should eat those and head straight to bed!

Edelgard, smiling: Thank you, Raphael. It seems you are turning out to be most helpful to me as of late.

Raphael: Aw, it’s no problem! Like I said, you can always rely on Big Bro Ralph!

Raphael: I know! If you don’t wanna go all the way back upstairs, why not just crash in my room? You can keep the bed and I’ll sleep on the floor. With how delicious Ms. Cook’s midnight snacks are, I’m sure we’ll be out real soon.

Edelgard: To your… room?

Raphael: Yeah, it’s really over there, I think if you twitch your head a lil’ you can see it from here! I love sleeping so close to the dining hall!

Raphael: Besides, whenever my little sis had a nightmare, she’d come sleep in my room and she’d always have the biggest of smiles the next day! She said I ‘attract good dreams’ or something. She dreamed of eating a cloud one night after having a nightmare so scary she had spent a long time crying! I wish I had dreamed of eating a cloud… I wonder what they taste like.

Edelgard, smiling: I assume they must be sweet. Though perhaps not as much as these cupcakes.

Edelgard: …

Edelgard: If you would not mind, Raphael, I would accept your invitation. It would be a wonderful change of pace to dream of sweets.

Raphael: Alright! Then let’s roll, ‘cause I’m already getting sleepy and I still got some food left to finish!

B+ SUPPORT

Edelgard: You can do it if you want to, Raphael. I must admit I am impressed.

Raphael: You think so? I’m surprised I got that answer right, too! The Professor really is good at what they’re doing if even doing brain stuff is working out for me!

Edelgard: The Professor does have credit for having a comprehensible teaching style, but it is your merit for getting the right answer. Do not undermine your achievements, no matter how small they may seem at the moment.

Raphael: You know what, you’re right! This time I flexed my brain and it worked! Go, brain!

Edelgard, smiling: …

Raphael: I wonder if it would be like this if my little sis were here, too. She’s always been the smart one, you know? She’d be grilling me out along with everyone else, but I think she’d help me just like you are, Edelgard.

Edelgard: Do I remind you of your little sister so much? I noticed she is basically all you talk about after food and training.

Raphael: Hmm, maybe you don’t look so much alike ‘cause you’re more composed, you know? Guess it’s ‘cause you’re a princess and all. But if you weren’t, I think you two’d be like two peas in a pod!

Edelgard: Indeed. I must keep my composure at all times so I can shoulder all that I am meant to have in the future.

Edelgard: And yet, I feel a strange compulsion to allow myself to be vulnerable whenever we are together. I wonder if it is because of your familiarity.

Raphael: Well, I’m nothing if not approachable! And I told you ‘fore, didn’t I? You can rely on me like I’m your Big Brother! I know I wouldn’t mind having another little sis if she were anythin’ like you.

Edelgard: You regard me as family…? Truly?

Raphael: Well, yeah! I’m not asking you to do the same, but if you wanna, I’ll be your Big Bro for the day. Heck, for as long as you need me!

Edelgard: That is… something I have never heard someone say to me before, Raphael. I cannot put it to words on how I feel about this, other than that I DO want to take you up on your offer.

Raphael: Knock yourself out! What can Big Bro Raph do for you today?

Edelgard: It is… Ah, it is rather hard to talk about, now that I actually want to.

Raphael: It’s okay, I know how to keep a secret! Honest. One time, my little sis broke our Mom’s favorite vase when she was realll little, but I told Mom I was the one who broke it ‘cause Maya was looking so sad about it all. They never found out!

Edelgard, smiling: I’m afraid that what I am about to disclose is not as ordinary as that. Can you truly swear to never say this to a soul? Promise on your life?

Raphael: Sounds serious, but don’t worry, Edelgard. I wouldn’t make anything to make my little sis look sad. I promise I won’t tell anyone!

Edelgard: I appreciate it, Raphael. In truth, this is about the nightmare that kept me up the other day, as well as its roots…

Raphael, nodding: Yeah. I’m listenin’.

Edelgard: I have, so often I have almost forgotten how it was to have a restful night of sleep, persistent nightmares that make me relive the past. A past of seeing my older and younger siblings beg for their lives while people cut open their flesh and insert things within their bodies. A past of a gagged me helplessly struggling to be set free of the tight chains that have never truly healed.

Raphael: Your wrists…! Is that why you’re always covered from head to toe?

Edelgard: Scars from a past that refuses to leave me; nightmares that drown out happy times I may have lived with my siblings. They were all full of hope and dreams, Raphael. And they were robbed of it all; robbed of their future by people who simply wanted more and more power.

Edelgard: So this Edelgard von Hresvelg was born, at the cost of my siblings’ lives and my memories of happier times. The only one who remained to change this rotten world, to-

Raphael: Hey, it’s alright. You don’t need to go on while you’re crying like this. Come here.

Edelgard: Crying…? I am? I thought I was beyond that by now; that my tears have all dried.

Raphael: You’re gonna be alright, Edelgard. I can’t do anything to change the past, but I’m gonna get stronger than anyone else and I’m gonna be right there to protect you in place of your brothers who couldn’t.

Edelgard: T-thank you, Raphael, for your kindness. And your warmth.

Raphael: No need to thank me, little sis. These arms were made for huggin’!

Edelgard, smiling: Indeed…

A SUPPORT

Raphael: Hngh… Oomph… Hhngh… oomph! Just one more time…! Hngh… Oomph! There!

Crashing sound.

Raphael: Phew! Those logs sure were heavy, but now I can feel my muscles bulging! I’m gonna be even stronger now!

Edelgard, smiling: (Made for hugging. Right.)

Raphael: Oh! I didn’t see you there, Edelgard! Need something? I was just going to the dining hall. I’m starving, I gotta feed my muscles while they’re bulging. Wanna come with?

Edelgard: I was about to invite you to come with me, so yes.

Raphael: Really? Well, alright, then! Food tastes better when you’re eating with someone else, I always say!

Scene changes to the Dining Hall.

Raphael: *munch munch* You’re eating so little! Here, have a bit of mine! That’s why you didn’t grow at all during these years! C’mon, eat more!

Edelgard: I have had my fill, Raphael, thank you. Besides, I wanted to ask you something. But perhaps after you do not have food all over yourself.

Raphael: Huh? I’m only getting started! C’mon, ask anything you want! Today’s meat is so good I think I’ll just stay here and eat till it’s breakfast again!

Edelgard: Heh, very well then. I wanted to ask the reason why you allied yourself with the Empire even though that meant war against the Alliance where you were born. Oftentimes you’ve mentioned how much you enjoyed the village you grew up in.

Raphael: *snarfs* Hm? But that’s easy! My village is in the territory of a noble who’s on the side of the Empire, so we never really needed to attack it. ‘Sides, Claude’s doing a good job of holding everyone together in the Alliance, so I’m not worried ‘bout my little sis back there. And since I was worried ‘bout THIS little sis here, I had to come with to protect her!

Edelgard, surprised: ...

Raphael: *munch munch* You okay? You stopped eating.

Edelgard: I am… astonished. Are you truly keeping your promise from when we were students? And still seeing me as your little sister?

Raphael: Muh? Aren’t you? I said I’d always help you out as your brother, so if you don’t see me as a Big Bro anymore, that’s fine by me. I’ll still stay by your side to protect you, though! It’s kinda like my duty now, you know?

Edelgard: I… see. That is very kind of you, Raphael, as I remember I keep mentioning.

Raphael: *slurp* Nah, it’s fine. I really just want to help you however I can ‘cause I wanna protect your future. I can’t do anything ‘bout your past but I can always offer up my hugging muscles! See? Hrrk! They’re in top form today!

Edelgard, smiling: As always, I see.

Edelgard: I appreciate everything you do, Raphael. Once again, allow me to thank you.

Raphael: No problem! Now, you gonna eat that or not? Oh, I can ask Ms. Cook to bring out those cupcakes you like!

Edelgard: That would be lovely.

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So we're at the final quarter of Volume 7 and although there's a lot of V3 parallels:

One of the heroes gets framed for a crime

Major Grimm invasion

Happy fun times for the heroes during the first half of the volume until things go scary

But this time things are different. The heroes NOW know who they're up against. And they're altogether instead of split up. So now RNJRWBY, Qrow, and the AceOps are off to Mantle to take down the Grimm and possibly face Tyrian and Watts. The only people staying in Atlas are:

Oscar, Ironwood, Winter, Robyn(?), Cinder, and Neo.

Now personally I put a question mark for Robyn b/c we saw her fighting Tyrian in the opening so I REALLY don't think she's staying in Atlas for so long but we didn’t see her board the airships... Mayhaps her Happy Huntresses come to Atlas and give her a ride to Mantle to help?

Also, we don’t know where Winter’s going, but… considering Winter’s VA said in response to a fanart implying a Winter vs Cinder fight: “How do I make this line cannon?” (this tweet was back on Dec 23, 2019, LONG after V7 lines were recorded),

we’re not going to be getting a Winter vs Cinder fight this volume b/c I really don’t think they even know where the winter maiden is and Ironwood and Oscar’s conversation never mentioned Fria.

Anyways! Onto the main topic today! Cinder and Neo are back! And the heroes have no clue they're even there. In fact, I'm pretty sure, they think Cinder and Neo are either dead or in jail. And as we can see, there two are residing at these two are gonna be staying in the shadows throughout the rest of the volume and NOT fight RNJRWBY or even Winter. They're going to fight Ironwood and Oscar.

“But isn’t Cinder bringing Neo along to go and kill Ruby?”

Yeah she is! BUT remember what Cinder said to Neo back at the Haven vault:

“I've got to get the Relic before it can be secured in Atlas. It's the only way that Salem... It's the only way we can accomplish our goal…. You're not the only one who wants Ruby dead. But unfortunately, Salem does not feel the same way…”

Remember, Cinder doesn’t just want Ruby to die, she wants to get back to Salem’s graces by getting the relic. And Neo, in disguise as a waitress, was in the dining room the entire time underneath the heroes’ noses and HEARD the whole thing, possibly recorded it since she can’t speak. And Neo saw Oscar holding the relic as well as Ruby. And right now, Ruby is at Mantle fighting the Grimm. But Oscar, who has the relic, is going to Atlas Academy w/ Ironwood. So Cinder has to look at her priorities.

If she goes down to Mantle to fight Ruby right there, even if Neo is accompanying her, Cinder’s gonna get wrecked down there and it’s NOT just because of Ruby’s silver eyes. Mantle is FREEZING right now. Solitas is the Remnant equivalent of Antarctica, which unless you have clothes appropriate for negative double digit temperatures or a VERY good heating system, you’re going to literally freeze to death. Cinder has aura, but her Grimm arm DOESN’T have aura, as Raven pointed out. And Miles and Kerry did say in an article:

Cinder hasn’t trained her Grimm arm enough to adapt to different elements yet so no killing Ruby time yet. However, she does have another task in mind, steal the relic! And the two people in her way right now are Oscar and Ironwood.

So now that we predicted a Oscar/Ironwood vs Cinder/Neo fight, let’s go into detail on HOW it’ll happen:

I think Neo is going to take on Ironwood whereas Cinder takes on Oscar.

For Cinder vs Oscar, this might actually be partially Cinder vs Ozpin part 2. At the scene where Oscar tells Ironwood the truth, when Oscar says, “You’re bringing the hope Atlas is meant to inspire. The city in the sky is held to a higher standard.”, Ironwood says, “You say that, like you were there.” At that point, it is speculated that Ozpin took control of Oscar when he was telling Ironwood everything Jinn told the heroes. So I think how I imagine it going, is that first Oscar’s going to fight Cinder. But Cinder is scary powerful!! I think there’s going to be some inner conflict between Oscar and Ozpin while Cinder is swiping him. And then at the last second that saves his life, BOOM Oscar semblance awakening!! … But Cinder gets the relic anyways… and escapes alongside Neo

As for Neo vs Ironwood… well...

In the scene where Cinder says to Neo, “Tell me you’ve found what we’ve been looking for.” Neo tips the brim of the hat and smirks which is very similar to Roman’s mannerisms, cocky but clever. And in this scene, we hear the score from when Neo arrives at the room to the end of the episode. First we get the One Thing instrumental motif (“Kill for kill, eye for eye”), that gets interrupted by Cinder’s leitmotif, which is then followed up by Neo’s OLD motif back in Volumes 2 and 3. Neo’s old motif sounds very similar to Roman’s motif. In fact, her old motif is basically his theme, but more fast-paced.

Now why am I bringing this up? Because when her old motif played, Neo tapped the hat, aka Roman’s hat. And… well… guess who was Ironwood’s prisoner in Volume 3? And since we know Ironwood’s going through some PTSD from the Fall of Beacon, who’s to say Neo might materialize an illusion of Roman to screw around Ironwood? Okay I’m not gonna lie, that’s a bit of a stretch to have a Roman illusion so soon in the Atlas Arc and it’s especially probably gonna hurt Neo emotionally to use such an illusion. But a girl can dream! Or maybe Neo’s own appearance would remind Ironwood of Roman and be like, “Wait you’re alive??” (I mean she is wearing his hat and scarf so… yeah).

But anyways, TL;DR: Cinder and Neo are going to make a beeline to Atlas and fight Ironwood and Oscar to steal the relic but despite their efforts and Oscar unlocking his semblance, the relic gets taken which would follow into Cinder and Neo being the main villains in V8.

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The Simpsons Season 32 Episode 17 Review: Uncut Femmes

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The Simpsons Season 32 Episode 17

The Simpsons Season 32, episode 17, ” Uncut Femmes,” is a caper comedy, and criminals Sarah Wiggum (Megan Mullally) and Fat Tony (Joe Mantegna) steal every scene they are in. Over the course of the jewel heist parody at the center of the installment, we learn Chief Wiggum’s wife has a shady past, and the neighborhood mob boss has a paternal presence. They don’t have any scenes together, but they make crime pay off, and prove two or so wrongs can make a right.

“Oh, my hallway-walking God,” the episode opens, as a workplace atrocity leads to a nondisclosure agreement which results in two front-row seats at a Bob Seger concert. The rock star plays himself, but goes against the wind. Yes, this is the Silver edition of his Bullet Band, but when he learns both Homer and Chief Wiggum dumped an overnight field trip with the kids on their wives to make the show, he feels obliged to remind them: a wife, like rock and roll, never forgets. Who knew a Detroit belter like Seger could throw such guilt?

The trip is to a World War II battleship, retrofitted to look like it did back in May 1943. That was the last time it was scrubbed, and the kids and wives get keelhauled into breaking up everything but the barnacles. They swab the decks and are told they’re killing Oxees, which sounds enough like Nazis for Springfield Elementary. Nick Offerman voices Captain Bowditch, who Sarah Wiggum calls Captain Dingdong before robbing his liquor cabinet and sharing a bottle with Marge.

The police chief’s wife also shares some unexpectedly relatable problems, like the pressures of being married to “a man with a dangerous job he’s just not good at” But her best comic line is about her husband’s health, and how every slice of cheese could be his last. The bonding scene is very effective, warm and witty. Both women give up so much because they are mothers.

Sarah Wiggum gave up a glitzy and glamorous life of crime, like the Ocean’s 8 masterminds. She was the getaway driver on the famed “Hourglass Diamond” heist. Her story is broken down in a flashback sequence with subtitles like “The Grab,” “The Camaraderie,” and “The Double Cross.” To give historical perspective, one of the items which the young thieves steal, while listening to Gwen Stefani’s “Hollaback Girl,” are MP3 players which held over 300 songs.

In the segment entitled “The Honey Pot,” Sarah explains her own role in the robbery. “The Chump” denotes when she met Clancy Wiggum, then a mere security guard, working his way through one of his many attempts at passing the police academy. “I love a man in a rented uniform,” she says.

Marge had to miss the one event she gets to share with her sisters’ friends, which includes the crumbs of the crème de la crème of Springfield’s LGBTQ community: Watching the annual Gen Gala on TV and making scathing remarks. Marge is jonesing for snark. She’s got an itch to throw good shade. This would be a blast to hear from Marge, who is “still working up the courage to call a man the B word.” This year’s Gala is themed, “The Audacity.” The prior year was called “The Nerve. Marge breaks her usual reserve to tell Rihanna she listens “to the clean versions of all your songs.”

Marge is so consistently Marge-like, so clearly defined within the vantage point the series has set up for her. Marge’s first words, when trying to start a conversation with Sarah, are “the top 10 ways of starting a conversation.” When she is kidnapped, she observes whoever had the bag over their face before her was a smoker. Julie Kavner also pulls off amazing physical comedy in this episode, even though it’s vocal acrobatics. When Marge is bound by Sarah’s old gang, she hops away – chair, pole and all – to allow them to scheme. She points to their scheme-board with her high mound of hair, which she later uses to blur surveillance cameras. Kavner’s inquisitive or insistent moans fuel every blue follicle.

To distract the mark, Lindsey Naegle, Marge makes small talk about common household chores the VIP would never do herself, like paying attention to whether you switch delicates to extra warm when you’re doing laundry. “You’re not famous, so you don’t exist,” Lindsey, who pocketed the diamond for herself to buy a celebrity lifestyle, snorts at Marge. Her husband, Springfield’s beloved Rainier Luftwaffe Wolfcastle, takes this gag to an absurd conclusion. Wolfcastle has no idea what the two were talking about when he enters the scene, but he is more blinded by his celebrity. He asks his wife why she’s talking to an empty chair. It’s all a punchline which lands on “somebody stop those nobodies,” a masterful twist of social restraint.

Ultimately, one of the snarkiest lines turns out to be a comment on Marge, when she makes a very surprising appearance at the Gala. But only because “she looks like dirt” walking a red carpet designed for 20 plus-size gladiators to carry Beyoncé. The snide aside comes across as exactly what Marge would’ve wanted.

The episode has plenty of successful throwaway sight gags. Homer closes shop at his post at the nuclear plant with the same kind of cage storefronts lock up with after hours. We’re not sure if this means the workers on the other side are locked in the workspace without emergency supervision for the whole weekend, though.

The kidnapping is first reported by Chief Wiggum’s son, Ralph, who was watch commander on deck. Fat Tony will come to be simpatico with Ralph in hysterically edgy ways later in the episode. They both “know nothing about nothing.” Until he met Ralph, Fat Tony thought putting crumbled Oreos on ice cream would be redundant, but now finds it transcendent. It is like a grooming process; the police chief’s son even begins wearing a matching fur coat. And when a kid behind an ice cream counter tells Ralph not to grab at the Gummy Bears, Fat Tony says “if the boy wants this the boy wants to smooch, the boy will spook smooch.” He could be telling The Bronx Tale. Ralph’s rejoinder, “I love you, scary daddy,” is so in keeping with his character of cluelessly deranged innocence.

When Homer and Wiggum first learn their wives are missing, the police chief immediately blames Fat Tony. The reputed, reported, alleged and convicted crime boss is plainly being honest when he says he would never even consider such a crime. First of all, how would he finish the sentence “it would be a shame if something were to happen to?”

Wiggum is very important to crime in the town. This episode points out how it flourishes under his lazy watchful eye. Fat Tony loves “Chief Bungles” because he’s a horrible cop. Even Sarah admits her husband is “better at planting evidence than finding it.” But, more importantly to Fat Tony, the chief loves the top cop because he is a selfish man. He’s on the take from Burns, Fat Tony, and we know from past episodes he’s in on schemes with Mayor Quimby. But some things, even a cartoon mob boss cannot forget.

Fat Tony is surprisingly woke in his off hours. It’s the espresso. His men only yell respectful innuendoes at attractive women. The boss not only tutors Homer and Clancy on ways to respect their wives, but takes care of Ralphie while he lets the men fix their marriages. The male gaze is all over this episode, and it gets poked in the eye repeatedly. From WWII books to gender-trading action movie remakes. The real Silver bullet is the truth. Seger’s concert T-shirt is actually a list of things he has to get done to keep his marriage happy, including getting a C-PAP for his snoring.

For Homer, this change is as sweet as a donut, the ordeal makes him notice what Marge looks like when she’s happy. Clancy realizes, for the first time in his long career, that there is a museum in town. At their heart, Homer and the Chief are really only paying attention to their wives for themselves. Oh, and for Bob Seger, they did promise him that. The lesson they learn when confronted with their selfish ways is: “it’s all about us.”

The final part of the scheme earns its subtitle as the exact kind of surprise double revenge twist we have come to expect from this genre. The only difference is what kind of spin the parody will take. Things have a special way of falling on The Simpsons. In a classic early episode, Homer took a memorable tumble down the rocky edges of a cliff in a failed daredevil stunt. So, he knows to get out of the way when Lindsey comes tumbling down the stairs at the Gala. She tumbles long enough for Wolfcastle to find a newer, younger, more trophy of a wife. In real life the fall would have killed her, and Marge would feel terrible. Thank god for animation. Kids, don’t try this at home.

“This isn’t about the cash, it’s about righting a wrong and looking damn good doing it,” Sarah convincingly explains when she lays out the premise of the heist. By the end, Marge declares it “best field trip of my freaking life,” which is what the episode seems to be going for. It’s fun, more fun than most school trips, and it teaches a lesson.

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“Uncut Femmes” is a fun and playful movie satire. It captures the suspense, romance, glamour and pace of a heist film, but puts The Simpsons touch on it. Marge shines in the unexpected, manages to clean house at the same time, and brings Homer into an understanding. The crooks get away with it, and nothing will change. Like so many crimes in Springfield, it’s got Chief Wiggum on the case, and that’s like having no one at all.

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J/H 7-01: Time is On My Side

Here we go - home stretch. In this timeline, Season 7 is the last.

We're starting out simple - a basic continuity correction to wrap up Jackie living in the hotel and Pam living with Bob. As always with the partial scripts, *** separate scenes, and context should be clear for those who have seen the episodes (but just in case - these are rewrites/replacements for every scene relating to the Bob/Pam/Midge triangle.) And, this being the first episode of a season, I couldn't resist imagining another new set of opening credits (though realistically, this may have been saved for Episode 2, to save the surprise of Donna's hair.)

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MAIN TITLES INT. VISTA CRUISER – NIGHT A) The gang out on the road. Eric drives, with Donna next to him and Hyde in the passenger’s seat. Behind him sits Jackie, then Fez, then Kelso. THEME SONG: Hangin’ out... B) Donna drives, with Eric next to her, his arm around the back of her seat. Hyde and Jackie sit together behind the passenger’s seat, Hyde’s arm around Jackie. THEME SONG: Down the street... C) Kelso drives, with Fez next to him and Hyde in the passenger’s seat. THEME SONG: The same old thing... D) Red drives, with Eric next to him and Kitty in the passenger’s seat, holding Schatzi. Behind her sits Hyde, then Bob, then Donna. THEME SONG: We did last week... E) Fez drives, with Jackie next to him and Hyde in the passenger’s seat. Behind him sits Eric, then Donna, then Kelso. Jackie leans into Fez as the gang sing along. THEME SONG: Not a thing to do... F) Red drives, with his arm around Kitty next to him. Bob sits behind the passenger’s seat, smiling and looking out the window as he sings along. THEME SONG: But talk to you... G) Jackie drives, with Hyde next to her and Kelso in the passenger’s seat. Behind him sits Fez, then Donna, then Eric. THEME SONG: We’re all alright! H) Eric drives, with Donna next to him and Hyde in the passenger’s seat. Behind him sits Jackie, then Fez, then Kelso. THEME SONG: We’re all alright! I) The creators’ license plate, a 1978 sticker in the corner. HYDE (v.o.): Hello, Wisconsin!

*** INT. FORMAN KITCHEN – DAY KITTY makes sandwiches on the stovetop. JACKIE watches from her perch on the island. RED roots around in the fridge. ERIC enters through the patio door and strolls over to Kitty. ERIC: Hello. He picks up a sandwich, but Red crosses to him before he can take a bite. RED: Oh-ho, what are you doing with that sandwich? I thought that we established that you needed a plan. ERIC: Oh, I've got a plan. Donna is gonna work full-time at the radio station and rededicate herself to feminism. KITTY: (scoffs) Feminists. Equal pay's fine, but put a little lipstick on. Jackie nods in agreement. ERIC: Whatever. (to Red) Anyway, that's the plan. We came up with it this morning. RED: That's Donna's plan. What's your plan? ERIC: My plan... is to support Donna's plan. Thought you had me there, didn't you? Red snatches the sandwich from his hands. RED: Get out. ERIC: Fine. But know this - I will have my fried chicken. JACKIE: And maybe while you’re getting it, you can find an outfit that doesn’t make you look like a dweeb. (Eric glares at her) Sorry - bigger dweeb. Eric looks ready to retort, but instead turns heel and exits into the living room. Jackie hops off the island and helps herself to a sandwich, ignoring Red’s glare. RED: You know, Jackie, Steven’s downstairs. You could go eat with him. Or you could go back to your hotel, where I don’t have to pay for the food. (Jackie doesn’t move) What I’m saying is – you get out too. JACKIE: But I had to help Donna with her hair, and my mom’s having lunch over here with Bob and she asked me to join them. And, I don’t like being in the hotel when Steven isn’t working but the bellboy from New Jersey is. He’s like Fez, but he has keys to everywhere. KITTY: Bob’s bringing Pam? I thought he and Midge were coming over. Oh, is he still trying to date them both like some kind of gigolo? JACKIE: (nods) It’s like Three’s Company gone wrong, except only one of them’s good-looking. BOB and MIDGE enter through the patio door. BOB: Hey, everybody, I think you know my date and former wife Midge. MIDGE: Bob, they know me. (to Red & Kitty) It's me. Midge! KITTY: So, does this mean you two are back together? BOB: Well, we've been talking things over, and we're pretty close to working things out. PAM stomps in through the patio door. PAM: What is going on here? BOB: Pam! MIDGE: (grabs Bob’s arm) Back off! He's mine! PAM: (to Bob) That is not what you said to me in bed last night. MIDGE: (to Pam) Well, you should have heard what he said to me last night in the hot tub. PAM: (to Bob) You told me that you got up to get an ice cream cone BOB: (to Pam) I don't know why you're upset. I wasn't gone that long. JACKIE: (beat) So... who’s hungry? Her interjection does nothing to ease the tension. Pam and Midge both glower at Bob, who looks back and forth between them. *** INT. FORMAN LIVING ROOM – DAY The aftermath of lunch. Red sits in his chair, and Kitty and Jackie sit on the couch, all of them watching Midge and Pam continue to pressure Bob. PAM: All right, Bob, this situation with the three of us in the same house clearly isn’t working. RED: For example – you can’t even have this fight over there. BOB: (to Pam & Midge) Look, I don’t think it’s that bad. I mean, I’ve tried a lot of things over the years with the ladies - hot tubs, wife swapping, drug use, jogging. All things considered, things are going pretty well. MIDGE: They’re not going well for me, Bob. PAM: (to Midge) There, you see? We have something we agree on. (to Bob) Now, you decide right now whether you want to throw away everything we’ve worked for together over the last few months. JACKIE: I thought the whole point of you living with the Pinciottis was to work on yourself so we could go home. PAM: Yeah, sure, whatever. She waves off Jackie’s remark, her eyes never leaving Bob. Jackie and Kitty share a look, and Red rolls his eyes, as the ladies keep staring down a sweating Bob. *** INT. FORMAN LIVING ROOM – EVENING It’s just Pam left who’s imposing on the Formans. She paces up and down, while Red still sits in his chair and Kitty still sits on the couch. PAM: (to Kitty) Thank you so much for hearing me out about Bob. It’s so warm and friendly. You simply must teach me how to be like that. KITTY: Well, Pamala, I would just hate to see you throw the last few months away. PAM: I know I was living there to work on myself. But Bob is such a sweet guy and I really love him. RED: Are you kidding? If Bob’s eyes ever go, you’d be dating Mr. Magoo. PAM: (beat) Well... he’s still rich, isn’t he? KITTY: (to Pam) I think what my husband is trying to say is that now that Midge is back, that shattered family has a chance to reunite. Donna needs her mother, and Jackie needs a home, not a hotel room. And I think if you step aside and let Bob and Midge get back together, it will really show Jackie that you’ve learned to put family needs ahead of your own, and then you two can go home as mother and daughter. RED: What my wife’s trying to say is: you should leave and take the loud one with you. Pam looks confused; Kitty, irritated. *** INT. PINCIOTTI KITCHEN – EVENING Eric and DONNA are at the kitchen table, with a first aid kit between them. Jackie watches from the island as Donna patches up a scrape on Eric’s forehead. ERIC: You know what? Falling off that water tower was a sign. The minute I stopped working hard, I accomplished exactly what I needed to do. (holds up ring) I found the ring. JACKIE: And if you're gonna land on a diamond, it's best to land on the smallest one ever made. ERIC: Well, I'm afraid your schoolyard insults have no power here, child. (stands) I'm a whole new me. Tougher, braver and LOUDER! I'm gonna tell my dad what's what and get my gosh-darn fried chicken. He exits out into the backyard. Pam enters, suitcase in hand. JACKIE: Mom, where are you going? PAM: Well, I’ve been doing some thinking, and I’ve realized that I don’t belong here anymore. I’m heading back home. DONNA: Wait – you’re leaving? PAM: I just finished talking it over with Bob, and we agree that it’s for the best. (offers Donna her hand) Goodbye, Donna. I know we haven’t become the best of friends – DONNA: We haven’t become any kind of friends. PAM: (beat) And I’m sure those boyish manners will serve you well in radio. And I’m glad your mother’s home for you. Despite the earlier insult, Donna does shake Pam’s hand. Jackie’s hand goes to her heart at the “mother” line. PAM (cont’d): (to Jackie) And, honey... well, I won’t deny, it’s a little scary, being on my own, but... well, if you ever feel ready to come home, I’ll be waiting for you. JACKIE: (beat) You know what? I think I am ready. Mom, I would love to come home with you. She hops off the island and embraces her mom. PAM: Oh, I’m so happy to hear you say that, honey. You're the only one who can explain things to the maid.

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