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marvelsmylife · 2 months

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Sisters Know Best

Pairing: Azriel x Archeron! reader

Plot: as the youngest Archeron your sister were very protective over you. What happens when you are taken into hybern and forced to be turned into a fae? What if when you come out your mate is standing there; injured but desperately wants to go towards you and reassure you that you are ok.

A/n this is the longest pic I’ve ever written! Brace yourselves for some ANGST. You guys are probably going to hate Feyre in this (along with Elain and Nesta)

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Everything had gone to shit. In an attempt to get the cauldron from their enemy, Rhysand and the inner circle were captured, with Cassian and Azriel being severely injured. They watched in horror as you, with Nesta and Elain, were brought out by Hybern soldiers and were being taken to the cauldron. The king of Hybern wanted to show the mortal queens that it would be safe for them to become immortal and high fae using the cauldron.

“Feyre, please help me,” you sobbed to your sister; a piece of Feyre died in that instant as she watched you being forced into the cauldron.

Feyre, Nesta, and Elain let out an agonizing cry as they watched your head being shoved under the water.

You were under for a few minutes when you were finally pulled out and thrown onto the floor in front of everyone. The king of Hybern grabbed you by your hair and showed the mortal queens you were not only ok but you’ve also been turned into a high fae. Feyre tried to get to you when the king of Hybern threw you back on the floor; “This is all your fault,” Nesta shouted towards Feyre.

While everyone watched Nesta tear into Feyre and Elain became the next person to be thrown into the cauldron, Azriel couldn’t help but stare at you as you sobbed on the floor. You looked so broken, and even though he was injured, Azriel felt the mating bond. He tried to walk towards you. Rhysand held Azriel back and whispered: “Azriel, don’t.”

“Mate,” Azriel murmured: “She’s my mate.”

Rhysand had a panicked look because of the stories Feyre had told him about how protective she, Nesta, and Elain were towards you. “Are you positive,” Rhysand whispered.

“I had a hunch ever since I met her for the first time; ” Azriel started to recall the day he first met you in the mortal lands a few months ago.

The room was tense when they first entered the Archeron's estate. Nesta was arguing with them, not pleased to see them, while Elain tried to defuse the situation. Azriel was sure a fight would break out when they heard someone playing the piano in another room. It sounded lovely, and Azriel felt compelled to see who was behind such a beautiful song.

Nesta noticed Azriel’s reaction to you playing and stopped him before he even had a chance to make a move. “Do not even think about it. I’m keeping y/n away from your kind,” Nesta warned.

Right at that moment, you stepped into the room, and Azriel swore he had fallen in love at that moment. Feyre noticed Azriel’s attraction towards you and immediately got in front of him. “Please don’t,” she warned: “For your safety, I’m going to need you to stay away from her.”

Azriel was confused by Feyre’s request until he realized that Nesta and Elain were standing in front of you, blocking you from him and his brothers. “Don’t worry, he’ll stay away,” Rhysand spoke for his brother.

Since that day, he hasn’t stopped thinking about you. He often wished that he could see you once more. He wondered if you had a trail of men knocking on your door and asking your father for your hand in marriage.

Now that you’re here and turned into a high fae, he realized the reason he was drawn to you was because you were his mate.

Azriel was going to try and help you up when Nesta stormed over to you and helped you up. “I thought I told you to stay away from y/n,” Nesta growled at Azriel before taking you and Elain away from him.

Rhysand prohibited Azriel from contacting you while you stayed at the house of wind. He wanted to respect Feyre’s wishes to keep his brothers, especially Azriel away from you, and fortunately for him, he didn’t have to try hard to keep you two apart.

Like Elain, you also shut everyone out, often spending your days in your room or at the library with Nesta. You also refused to eat with everyone, so Nesta and Elain opted to eat dinner with you in your room. You knew it wasn’t a healthy coping mechanism, but you couldn’t bring yourself to interact with anyone but your sisters.

Azriel in the meantime, was not taking your mental state well, seeing as he could feel your sadness through the bond. He wanted nothing more than to comfort you, reassure you that everything was alright. Every time he actually tried to visit you, Rhysand or Nesta would turn him away.

So he waited. He waited three excruciatingly long months before you popped out of your room while everyone was gathered for dinner. His eyes were on you as you quietly walked over to them and softly asked: “Is there room for one more? Maybe three if Nesta and Elain join as well?”

Azriel immediately got up and offered you his seat. Rhysand sent Azriel a warning look before you sent Azriel a wary smile and thanked him for the seat. Azriel swore he felt happiness through the bond.

He was about to sit next to you when Nesta quickly took that spot, and Elain took the spot across from you. Feyre sent Azriel a sympathetic smile when she noticed the frustrated expression on the spymaster's face.

Azriel finally opted to sit next to Elain, but he had his eyes glued on you as you took small bites of your food. He felt himself swooning when you looked over at him or when your face lit up at a memory Feyre shared when you were younger.

Feyre took notice and pulled Azriel aside when you disappeared into your room for the night. She was going on about how it wouldn’t be the wisest decision for him to pursue anything with you: “She just got turned; let her discover herself for a while, and we’ll revisit you potentially being around her.”

“I’m her mate,” Azriel confessed and caused the high lady to rub her temples: “Listen, I know I’m not good enough for her, but she’s my mate, and I’ll do anything I have to protect her.”

“It’s not that I don’t think you’re not good enough for her,” Feyre replied: “It’s just-it’s just that she’s my younger sister, and I feel the need to protect her from everything and everyone. Just give us time ok? I promise you’ll be able to talk to her but not right now”. Azriel reluctantly agreed before disappearing into his room.

Azriel didn’t blame Feyre, Elain, and Nesta for being protective over you, but at the same time, his body craved to be near you. He needed you by his side at all times, and that couldn’t happen if you were constantly surrounded by your sisters.

As much as he didn’t want to, Azriel waited. It took everything in him not to physically follow you around like a lost puppy. Since he needed to know you were safe, he had one of his shadows trail after you.

It worked for a few weeks, until one night, his shadow decided to curl up against your calf when you were playing the piano Rhysand had gifted for your birthday. “Oh, hello there,” you spoke to the shadow that wrapped itself around your leg: “Aren’t you supposed to be with Azriel?”

Azriel couldn’t help but smile when he heard you say his name. Deciding to ignore Rhysand’s and Feyre’s orders, Azriel entered the room, and the other shadows that came with him have now made their way towards you. “I’m sorry about them,” Azriel apologized and got your attention.

“It’s ok,” you grinned at the shadowsinger,“ I think they’re cute.”

There was a pregnant pause between the two of you when it dawned on you that you’ve never properly introduced yourself to Azriel. “Oh my goodness, where are my manners,” you shook your head before you held out your hand: “Hi, I’m y/n. I know we met briefly back in the human lands, but it’s very nice to formally meet you.”

It took Azriel a few seconds to realize you held out your hand for him before he reached out and took it: “It’s really nice to meet you too.”

Azriel wanted to ask you a thousand questions about you, but the sound of the front door opening, followed by the sound of your sisters and Rhysand arguing about something. “I should get going,” Azriel said to you and left the room in a hurry.

After that day, you found yourself seeking out Azriel at any time of the day. You thought he was fascinating and wanted to get to know him better.

Of course, your sisters voiced their disapproval, but for once, you didn’t back down to them. “Unfortunately for you, I get to choose who I want to spend my time with, and I’ve decided to spend my time with Azriel. He just- he gets me.”

Azriel was proud of you for speaking up for yourself and not allowing your sisters to dictate your life. At the same time, Nesta and Elain grew resentful of Azriel and blamed him as the reason you were talking back to them.

Feyre, for the most part, has accepted that you enjoyed spending time with Azriel, but she would drop by to see if her sister needed anything.

Little did Azriel know you started developing feelings towards him since the day you formally met. You didn’t know why, but you felt at peace whenever you were with him, and you have sworn he felt the same way.

Still, he has yet to express his feelings towards you, so you bit the bullet, and you decided to ask the question that’s been haunting your mind for the past few months: “Why haven’t you kissed me yet?” You asked on a sunny autumn day and caused Azriel to look over at you in shock: “I mean, I know I’m not the most attractive out of my sister, but I feel like we have a connection and-”

“Don’t you ever say that about yourself,” Azriel cut you off: “You are the most beautiful female I’ve ever met.”

You bit your lip when you felt Azriel’s hands cupping your face: “Then prove it. Kiss me.” You dared Azriel: “I want this. I want you”.

Azriel ran his thumb against your lower lip before leaning in and kissing you. You felt yourself smiling against his lips as you kissed him back. “I love you,” Azriel proclaimed once he pulled away from your lips and rested his forehead against yours: “I love you, y/n.”

You were about to confess your feelings when Nesta showed up and pulled you away from Azriel: “What do you think you are doing shadowsinger. Y/n, are you ok? Did he pressure you into kissing him? Come with me”.

You looked at Azriel heartbroken while your sister took you inside to scold Rhysand for his brother’s actions. Azriel stormed inside and was ready to fight for his mate when you shouted: “Stop treating me like a child. All my life, you three have been coddling me to the point where I can’t do anything for myself. Azriel has been the only one who treats me like an adult”.

Feyre, Nesta, and Elain stared in disbelief at your words. “It’s about time you put them in their place,” Amren commented, earning a disapproving look from Rhysand: “What? It’s true. They act like y/n is a child when she’s nineteen years old. She should have the right to decide what she wants for herself.”

“That’s not all,” you announced: “I am in love with Azriel. I have for a while now, and you don’t have to like it, but you must respect that he is the one I choose to love.”

Nesta wanted to protest, but Elain stopped her by speaking out: “We respect your decision, y/n, and we’re so happy you are in love, right Nesta.”

Elain and Feyre sent Nesta a threatening look before Nesta finally replied: “Yes, so happy”. Nesta got up and walked up to Azriel before poking his chest: “If you hurt her, I will hunt you down and kill you. Slowly and painfully.”

“I would never hurt my mate,” Azriel barked back at Nesta and moved so he was blocking you: “She is my one and only priority.”

“Mate?” you whispered to yourself: “When did you find out we were mates?”

Azriel turned around and placed his hands around your waist: “Officially? The day you were turned into one of us,” Azriel: “But I had a hunch from the first time we met.”

“That was over a year ago,” you grew angry at the revelation: “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?”

The room grew tense as you waited for Azriel to respond: “I wanted to tell you right away, I really did, but you had just turned, and I didn’t want to overwhelm you more than you already were. I tried telling you the months following your transformation, but Feyre and Rhysand prohibited me from revealing it. Then there was Nesta and Elain, who wouldn’t even let me near you for months”.

Your sisters shot a glare at Azriel for throwing them under the bus. “It was torture for me not to be near you for that long. It damn near killed me feeling your depression and self-hatred through the bond. That’s why when you started interacting with everyone else, I saw it as an opportunity to get close to you”. Azriel found himself dropping to his knees as he took your hands and continued: “I will forever cherish the time we spent together: with you playing your piano, myself reading a few feet away from you. Please forgive me, my love, for not telling you sooner”.

You couldn’t help but nod as you leaned in and kissed him. You could faintly hear Mor gush about the scene that unfolded before them. “Please don’t keep any more secrets from me,” you asked Azriel as you helped him up.

“I promise, my love,” Azriel replied, lifting you off your feet.

Nesta and Elain were ready to tell off Azriel for his action when you looked over and said: “My mate,” you couldn’t help but look up and smile at Azriel when you said the word mate: “And I are going to be in my room if you guys need anything” Azriel took that as his opportunity to whisk you away from the room. Just as you reached your bedroom door, you shouted: “Don’t need anything,” before disappearing into your room.

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magics-neptunes-things · 6 months

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Adversity

Hello everyone!

Here you are with a new story, with my one and only Ona. I hope you liked it! Please tell me what you think about it ♥

TW : Dirty Talk, mention of lover fight and mention of possible smut.

(Of course according to logic some dialogues are supposed to be in Spanish, but by sheer laziness I will simply put everything in English without translation)

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With your face resting on your hand, you are sitting at a table in the refectory in which the team usually meets for breakfast before the big games. Your teammates seem in a good mood, but you must admit that you don't listen to what they can tell around you. You vaguely realized that Lucy, Salma and Claudia are sitting next to you, but that’s it. Playing with food and the tip of your fork, it's only when Alexia settles down on the vacant chair next to you that you leave your gloomy thoughts.

You see her looking at you with wrinkled eyes while gently placing her tray on the table.

"What?" you asked raising an eyebrow.

"That’s what I was going to ask you. What’s going on?"

You shrugs, taking a small piece of tortilla on your fork.

"Nothing"

"She had a fight with Ona last night and they both are moody in their corner of the room"

Lucy answer at the same time as you and Alexia eyes goes to the english girl. You glare at Lucy, who send you a big smile, chewing her toast with some disgusting happiness.

In fact, she was right. Ona, contrary to your habits, was not at your side but at another table with Aitana, Ingrid and Mapi. It was in reality you who had changed tables when you saw her installed with the three other girls. A very stupid moove since it made you even sadder than you were already.

You can’t even tell why you started arguing, probably because of a small thing like every rare time it happens. But you went to bed angry and when you woke up Ona was already gone. She had an appointment with your medical team for a vague story of aductors and the worst is that you don’t even know if she’s okay and able to play.

"You're ok?" Alexia ask, full of empathy.

"She will be, you know how they are. If they are not reconciled after the game and in each other’s arms, call me Lucia for the rest of my life."

Lucy raise her eyebrows with amusement, while you prefer to answer nothing and lean against the back of your chair, showing her your middle finger.

"Leave her alone Lucia" Salma smiles.

You take advantage that Claudia relaunches a conversation with Salma and Lucy to lean discreetly towards Alexia.

"You know what the doctors said about Ona?"

"Yes, false alarm, she has nothing at all. She will be able to play the game as planned."

You nod, despite everything relieved to learn that your girlfriend is fine. Alexia doesn't add anything and doesn't even point out that you could have gone to ask her yourself, preferring to place a reassuring hand on your arm. The blonde definitely has great captain qualities.

On Ona's side, the mood is also gloomy. If the Spaniard finished her plate at Aitana’s insistence, she can’t help but look at your back and try to guess the interactions you have with your teammates. She saw you raise your middle finger at Lucy and then lean towards Alexia. She obviously also noticed that you didn’t swallow anything.

"Ona for God’s sake go talk to her!"

Ona responds negatively at Mapi's sentence with a nod and biting her lip. In her eyes, the fact that you didn't come to sit next to her is a way to make her understand that you have no desire to see her at the moment. And even if it break her heart, she respects it.

"What was the fight about?" Ingrid ask full of concern.

"I... I can't ever remember"

"Oh god, you are a real lesbian couple cliché, both of you" Mapi wines, earning a knowing smile from Ingrid.

Even Ona must bite the inside of her cheeks to avoid smiling.

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Like Ona, you're starting the game too. Striker, you will be next to Alexia as Ona is on the back with Mapi, Ingrid and Lucy. You have not yet exchanged a word, but the elusive looks of the beginning of the day have become longer and longer. You even get a little smile from her when you turn around in her direction, while you wait with the rest of the team in the tunnel to enter the field. You smile back, just before the signal is given to you.

You were playing the final of the Copa de la Reina, against Real Madrid. As the rivalry between the two clubs no longer has to be explained, you all expect it to be a physically difficult match.

And the firsts minutes of the match will show you that you were right to have prepared yourself for this. The opposing players don't hesitate to tackle the person with the ball, sometimes rather hard. It's only at the eighth minute that a shock leaves Ona on the ground, much longer than usual. Usually she's quick to get back on her feet and run to her post, willing to take all the shots without flinching. This is not currently the case and it lasts a little too long for your taste.

So you decide to take advantage of the game stop to approach her, while she is still sitting on the lawn.

It's only when she looks up at you that she realizes you have approached her, a mixture of surprise and relief passing briefly on her face.

"You ok?" you ask softly as she nods.

"Yeah. My head is hard"

"Tell me about it" you joke.

You give her a small smile before before reaching out to help her up. She gives you a smile back and with that you go back to your place with such relief that you almost feel like you’re flying. Finally maybe you will be able to reconcile, even if you can't bother Lucy aka Lucia.

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After half-time, the score is 2-0 for Barcelona, thanks to a goal by Alexia and a free-kick rather well drawn on your part, in all modesty obviously. You sat next to Ona in the locker room without talking, looking like two collegians in love but you didn't care. You even managed to avoid Lucy’s goofy look.

Back on the field, the game is even more brutal and rough than before. Dirty talk is also added by the Real Madrid players.

And Ona is the first one to suffer. In the action of the game and after a battle for the ball, you find yourself unbalanced by the number 12 of the opposing team who simply falls on you. Lying on you while you find yourself on your back, the situation isn't really pleasant. You nervously clear your throat, realizing that it takes her a few seconds too long to get up, both of her hand on either side of your waist, her face only a few inches from yours.

It's only when Alexia takes her by the arm to lift her up that you are finally released.

"Don't kill my best striker. Thanks."

Your captain’s icy tone sends your opponent back to her place, but she can’t help but smile with a bad look at Ona.

"Your girlfriend is really hot Batlle. Maybe at the end of the game I’ll have the trophy and your girl screaming my name in my room, who knows?"

Of course your girlfriend attended the scene and she already felt her blood bubbling. Far from suspecting what is happening, you thank Alexia on your side with a simple look. Jaw clenched, Ona takes a few steps in her direction but is immediately stopped by Mapi. No need to say anything, a look exchanged between the two women makes Ona realize that it's indeed not necessary to enter into this kind of things.

"You seem very sure of yourself, Leon. Maybe I could give your girl a try too"

Badly for her, with all the teasing she didn't realise that the game started again. And it only took a few tens of seconds for Ona to express her frustration in her rush and go to score a goal at the other end of the field.

Sincerely proud of her, this time you can’t resist joining your teammates to congratulate her. Both of you aren't the type to exchange kisses in public, especially on football fields, but you enjoy this embrace perhaps a little longer than usual.

"My little dragster" you smile and the smile she give you back asks you to use all your self-control not to kiss her until your lungs scream for help to get oxygen again.

Instead you kiss her cheeks and go back again where you belong on the pitch. And this time Ona will be content to address a corner smile to number 12 who will throw her a new spade based on "It is not that which will prevent me from asking her her number"

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35 minutes later, the referee whistles the end of the game, awarding the victory to your team. Cries of joy rise in the stands as you begin to celebrate this victory too. Salma happens to be the closest to faith to the whistle, she was the first you hug soon joined by Alexia and several other of your teammates.

After releasing her, your eyes begin to travel the field, eagerly looking for your small brown head. Lost in your contemplation, you don't notice the number 12 of the opposing team which makes its way in your direction of a decided step. But Mapi does and she runs to you, jumping on your body, turning you away from her new enemy number one.

"Great kick maestro" she smiles, dragging you to the middle of the field by your hand.

You were going to protest that you would like to see your girlfriend, but you barely opened your mouth when she magically appears next to you.

"Hi" she says with her supermagic smile.

"Hi" you say back, before opening your arms.

She doesn't hesitate a second before snuggling up, seeing over your shoulder Number 12 with an air of defeat that fills her with pleasure. You're hers, no matter what. Passing her two arms around your neck, she sighs with ease at the same moment you feel your body finally relax against her. Her happiness grows a little more when she hears you whisper in the hollow of her ear.

"I want to kiss you so bad right now"

She smiles and look at your eyes, biting her lips thoughtfully.

"Maybe later, if you are nice enough"

"I was born nice"

You fake a pout and Ona smile wider. As you remove some golden confetti that fell in her hair, you see Lucy two meters from you. She's looking at you, arms crossed over her chest with an air that seems to speak for him.

"What did I tell you?"

And, while you find yourself in a fiery makeout session in a corner of the stadium with Ona a few hours and glasses of sangria later, you have probably never been so happy that Lucy was right. Ona's lips on yours, your arms keeping her between you and the wall and the caresses she makes on your neck are the only reality you want to face right now.

She will talk to you about the statements of the unfamous Numero 12 opposing team once you get home, needing to talk to you anyway. Because despite your arguments, you tell yourself everything.

And if someone asks her, if there’s a name that was screamed by you that night, it’s definitely hers.

#ona batlle #ona batlle x reader #ona batlle imagine #woso x reader #woso imagine

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kurogxrix · 1 year

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Sully!family with your children HEADCANONS (1)

⇀ When The Time Comes AU!

Jake and Neytiri:

They would both be oh so happy to see their first grandchild for the first time.

Jake would feel himself getting a little old at the news of your bearing, but he would be happy nevertheless.

He can feel his forehead creases triple in amount each him he’s on babysitting duty. He’s had too many children to care for and it’s taking a toll on our poor man.

Neytiri’s the best grandma bye.

She will feed that baby until it gets a chubby lil stomach.

Jake wanted to murder mo’rata, your mate after hearing that you were pregnant.

Like he accepts that the both of you are adults and adults just can’t keep their hands off of each other but nuh uh not with his daughter.

Neytiri understands what it’s like to be a tired mom, so now that nearly all of her children have left her tent to their own, she offers to take care of your baby once in a while.

Jake carves new toys for them because their hand-down ones are lowkey crusty.

He WILL tell your children about the great Toruk Makto.

it feeds his pride as a parent to see your children so engrossed in his stories.

Your children loves Neytiri’s cooking, probably more than yours.

Lo’ak

Eywa, please fear leaving your child with him for even one day.

Your child probably thinks he’s the most fun out of all of their aunts and uncles.

Brings your kid out on adventures.

Probs tells your child to never listen to their father because he didn’t and look at how amazingly he turned out.

Most probably will get in deep shit with your mate afterwards😭

Your children love him so much it’s insane.

Doesn’t teach your kids to be reckless like him tho, that shit nearly killed him too many times.

Ngl he’ll probably have beef with children that your children have beef with.

Like full on arguing in public and all.

Winds up your children so much like they’re fucking dogs with pent up energy💀.

When he brings them back at the end of the day, one of hanging halfway on his shoulder and the other has their body dangling off his arms.

You’re happy though because sleepy children=calm evening.

Would call you and Mo’rata rabbits if you have many children.

If you all move to Awa’atlu together, your kids are the ones to tease him and tsireya. She loves your children bye.

Your kids are probably lo’aks wingmen or wingwomen.

they all practiced this cool ass walk-in intro thing to do when tsireya walks in the room.

He tries to play the cool guy act by swinging your children each at the same time on his shoulders just to impress her.

It fails though because he underestimated how fast they grew and how heavy they are now.

They all fall face first in the sand but it’s ok because it entertained tsireya.

mission accomplished.

Kiri

She loves taking your child in the forest with her.

Don’t think she’s interested in having children of her own for now, but she’ll spoil and love the hell outta yours.

Shows your children her Pandora jesus powers and they’re lowkey so entranced.

She probably charms wild animals that won’t harm your children into playing with them. Like a yerik.

Now that Tuk is too big to appreciate spending time with her sister (angsty teenager era who?), she loves spending it with your children like she used to with Tuk.

Doesnt mean that they replaced her little sister’s place in her heart, never.

She teaches your kids about nature and that they need to respect it.

She always reassures them that it’s ok to have 5 fingers and a pair of eyebrows <3

Neteyam

Best uncle (in yours and mo’rata’s opinion)

Most reliable babysitter that’s always up to the job.

He’ll probably be mated too at this point, so him and his mate always have some entertainment in watching your children while you and your mate escape on a date.

He’ll be happy if you don’t have a whole football team of babies for him to babysit.

He had to take care of his 3 siblings (plus you even tho you were older) growing up, and he still has nightmares about it.

Your youngest child is a troublemaker like lo’ak, and it gives poor Neteyam ptsd.

Teaches your eldest how to wield a bow just so they can be a badass older sibling like him.

mo’rata would be so mad when he heard that Neteyam was the one that had taught his child how to shoot an arrow. That’s his job as a hunter and a father and he might as well go and murder your little brother.

Tuk

She’s not a kid anymore but she’s probably still young.

You refuse to give her any babysitting duties because you want her to live her youth without having to take care of little ones like you had to with your siblings.

She never grew up with little siblings given that she was the youngest. So she adores your children.

Will give them her old toys. Toys that have been carved for you at first, then passed down to neteyam, kiri, Lo’ak and then herself.

Tuk is sorta traumatized after everything that went on with quaritch so she relives the years that she’s closed off as a kid with her nieces and nephews.

Takes your children on her Ikran only for you to scold her when she comes back. She’s still your baby sister after all so you’re allowed

Mo’at

probs dead atp i’m not even gon’ lie to y’all.

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starlight-writer · 30 days

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Fighting

A)n: Heyyyy... I'm back :)

Warning: none, angst, yelling, arguing

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Steven

He doesn’t yell

But it’s that exactly that makes it worse

He refuses to yell, but he’ll be a sarcastic little shit

“Oh really? How lovely.”

“Oh my dearest apologies, my liege, I didn’t realize I had to agree with everything you had to say.”

Steven won’t back down, he’ll keep this energy until he’s done talking about it and then he’ll ignore you

He won’t ask how your day's been, he won't hug you, he won't even look at you

And it’ll drive you crazy

The only reason this started was because Steven missed a date and didn’t acknowledge that he would be late or wanted to cancel

He was working late for Donna again, but this time it just set off something in his head

Normally you wouldn’t be too upset about him missing a date, seeing as he’s got other people to take care of and he’s got a shitty boss, but when you asked him about the date, he blew up

“God, it was one date, why do you have to nag me about it?”

“Excuse me? I wasn’t trying to nag you, Steven, I just wanted to know what happened.”

“You’re not my bloody parent, you don’t need to know!”

“Take that back.”

“No.”

And now you're in your room and Steven's sleeping on the couch

That night will give him time to realize he was in the wrong and he'll feel super guilty

When he wakes up with a stiff back and sore neck, he'll think he deserves it

He'll wait until you come out to get up

And then he's following you around like a lost puppy

He won't say anything, but he'll look so sad and just be following you everywhere you go

It would be cute if you weren't upset with him

You'll have to be the one to start a conversation, but as soon as you say a single word to him, Steven's apologizing faster than you can process

"Love, I'm so so sorry. I was an absolute knob, I was so stressed and upset yesterday and I know that's not a reason to treat you so terribly, but it was such a bad day. I promise I'll make it up with 3, no, 5 dates! We can do whatever you want today and tomorrow and all week! Please forgive me, darling. I know I don't deserve it, but please just give me another chance."

He looks like he's about to burst into tears and kneel for you

(Which would be hot in a different setting)

Depending on how passionate you feel about this, it might take some time to forgive him, but he's there every second of the day

Or if you want him to leave you alone, he'll respect that

You'll find little notes of lovey poems around the flat and your favorite snacks littered around the living room

He honestly feels like a terrible partner so when you do decide to forgive him, just give him a kiss and hug him

He'll cry and apologize a bunch more so just pet his head and tell him it's ok

He'll genuinely sit you down and ask if there's something he can do to get his 'anger issues' under control

Poor baby doesn't have anger issues, he just has a shitty boss <3

Marc

He yells

He yells loud and painful things

He doesn’t care, he can’t bother to care

He’s angry and that’s all he feels

He can’t think past it, it’s like he sees red

He’ll shout until his throat is raw, but he’ll get as many insults and sarcastic comments he can before that happens

He knows what he’s doing is wrong, he knows the only reason you’re arguing is because of him

But he’s not backing down

He wants to hurt you and he does

And it makes everything worse for at least a week

Marc came home absolutely wreaked from a fight and refused your help, preferring to drink and just sit there

If you weren’t so upset at the fact he refused your help and instead wanted the help of alcohol, you’d yell at him about staining the couch with his blood

You’ll either have to deal with Marc breaking out into an argument after the initial one, or leave to stay somewhere else

If you come back the next day, Marc will still be upset

He won’t start yelling at you again, but he’ll ignore you

And it really just stops there

It’s the silent treatment for a week

He'll make dinner for you and all that, but he won't talk to you

He'll stare at you, wondering if you'll be the one to apologize

Or he'll be staring at you to see if you're watching him

You're not

He'll stay silent for an entire week, festering in his anger and guilt until it overflows

And when you come back home from work or being out late, he's waiting for you

And he looks like a kicked puppy

It was no surprise Marc had no idea how to apologize and admit/accept his feelings but at this moment, none of that mattered

His guilt and the feeling of missing you outweighed his discomfort of voicing his feelings

He'll start with an apology, saying how sorry he was and how terrible he felt

He didn't give any excuse or reason for his anger, he just apologized and stood there

He expects you to yell at him, leave him, insult him

Just gently take him in your arms and kiss his cheek

You don't even have to tell him anything, he'll promise to never yell at you like that again

"If I do, you can hit me as hard as you want."

Marc will say, though if you did actually hit him, he'd probably cry

He'll be so genuine with his words and.the nail in the coffin was the fact that he promised

Marc never makes promises, even if he knows he can fulfill them

But he swears up and down that he will never yell at you again

And he does everything in his power to reverse or heal the damage his words did to you

Even going out of his comfort zone

He loves you so much and he doesn't understand why you're still with him, but he thanks every God and Goddess that you are

Jake

He’s dangerously silent

He’ll stand there completely blanked face, eyes set in a slight glare as you argue about something that was definitely his fault

Maybe he missed a date and didn’t bother to let you know he wasn’t coming or wrote off your worry about a few injuries and called you ‘clingy’ and ‘overbearing’

Either way, he doesn’t respond to your anger, just standing there like he didn’t care

And it hurt

Once you were done explaining how you felt or what Jake did wrong, he’ll roll his eyes, pull out a cigarette and sit in the couch

He’ll play the baseball game he may have missed or just watch the news to really set in that something that boring was more interesting than your feelings

“Do you seriously find the news more important than our relationship?”

He won’t look at you

“I can’t believe this. If you care so fucking little, then why are you still here?”

“This is my house.”

“Then maybe I should go if it’s just your house.”

“You should.”

And you do

You go to a friends house, or a hotel, somewhere that you can rest for the night because you’re obviously not going to get anywhere with Jake and you can’t stand his attitude

The second you’re out of the room, Jake curses and throws the tv remote at the wall

He throws everything that he can without any worry of breaking something or getting a noise complaint

He'll throw bottles, plates, pillows, books

Once he's run out of steam, he'll shamefully clean up everything, throwing glass away and putting pillows back

That's give him the time he needs to realize 'oh shit, I fucked up'

He won't come out and admit it instantly, no

He'll fester in his guilt and figure out what exactly he should say

He'll even plan out when he should breathe during his apology

And when you get home, no matter when that is, Jake it waiting patiently with breakfast, lunch, or dinner

He'll give a nervous smile and walk up to you, giving you a hesitant kiss on your cheek before pulling you to the living room couch

Your plate of food is already made and somehow still warm despite Jake no knowing when you'd be back

He'll give an awkward apology, explaining how he's still not used to being something more than a protector for Marc and Steven, how he's still learning to let people in, how he loves you with all his heart despite being such a monster

He might start crying, but he'll try not to show you

He doesn't want to show vulnerability, but he knows it's important in a relationship

So he'll just ask very quietly if he can hug you

Is you say no, he'll nod in understanding as tears fall into his lap

He'll quietly mutter another apology and just sit there, unsure as to what to do

If you say yes, however, he'll gently wrap his arms around your waist and bury his head in your neck

He'll silently cry, muttering 'i love you' over and over again until you say it back

Just rub his back and kiss his head, tell him you forgive him or need time to forgive him and he'll understand either way

He loves you with his entire being, almost like he lives off of loving you

#marc spector x reader #steven grant x reader #jake lockley x reader #marc spector #marvel #jake lockley #moon knight #steven grant #jake lockley x gn!reader #marc spector x gn!reader #steven grant x gn!reader #starlight writes

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🍸 Harry Crosby headcanons

18+ -helluva lot of nsfw under the cut but interspersed with a lotta fluff and domesticity…to me that’s the appeal of this man, cannot be separated one from the other: the unassuming sweater wearing vet at the block party is also a man of hidden depths.

Long promised and woefully incomplete, the word count was getting out of hand so I’m tossing it out, there’s more where this came from. Not edited so, apologies

Entirely co-written by myself and my comrogue @crazymadpassionatelove , enhanced and bedazzled by chats with @ab4eva including special additions from other guests who commented under my announcement post, credit is given at each specific point for their contributions

|screencap cred grabbed from: @hawkinsfuller

First off let me say it’s been ages since I read A Wing and A Prayer. I remember loving it, loving him and I cannot stress how much I respect and admire the real Harry Crosby and his Jean, the Missus of our dreams.

This is purely for fun, a heavy mix of both Boyle’s portrayal and a tad of Crosby’s real life vibes as taken from his accounts by me. Sometimes you gotta take historical figures’ virtues in one area -say navigation and math- and translate it to the more suggestive aspects of life -say, how to find a clitori- *gunshot*

Because this man’s biography is the most oral-leaning, drink-your-respect-women-juice book ever. Ok, almost ever. For a wwii book at least. Uhem so -I am prejudiced, sue me.

See, sometimes it’s the quiet, stressed ones with a self consuming desire to please who have the cozy sweaters and the attentive appreciation for your interests and the stubby fat schlongs and the propensity to keep you in suburban comfort all your days

The compulsive drive to call you “button” and be on time for church and thank you for your scrambled eggs each morning with eager kitchen countertop oral before waking you children up with annoyingly soft catchphrases they’ll recite fondly at his funeral: “rise and shine” etc

Also back to the perfectly respectable schlong for just a moment -This is a Thing! Justice for the perfectly adequate plug stoppers, not everyone needs a rolling pin, who can resist giving head when the head is the same gorgeous color as his lips?!

Mr Crosby is skipping off to lecture college kids about literature post-war with a pep in his step that you put there without fail, you can’t help it, it’s as essential as the matching “his and hers” coffee mugs you bought during your honeymoon

Cookies slightly burned cuz you’re busy as bunnies in the bathroom while the kids ride bikes in the cul-de-sac is a Crosby staple

This is a man who as husband keeps you well supplied with mixers and microwaves and cute little nighties and also loves your brain -SCORE.

Loves to gift you with bath oil and fun stuff to smell good. He's into lavender. It benefits him in the end, loves to sit on the edge of the tub and just talk with you for ages

Croz’s go-to distresser is to have Jean sit on his face until his vision spots

She knows as soon as he walks in the door. Fixes him a Shirley Temple, takes him by the hand to the bedroom and …..boom.

De—stressed

As for the ptsd nightmares? He just barely starts to thrash in his sleep and Jean is rolling that man over and taking matters into her own hands

You’re Jean now, you do realize that don’t you? It was never ever going to be anyone but Jean

This man leaves love letters on your pillow, in your apron pocket, in the dash of your car anywhere at all that you’re likely to be. All of this even though he’s gonna be home by six that evening.

Also, hear me out: lots of evenings he just lays down next to you for ages, facing each other on your sides, absentmindedly mapping your body with his calloused palms and fingering you for ages while talking about Persuasion.

Actually gives a shit about your opinions too, and not in the way of wanting to argue them. When you make a good point his eyes get even droopier and he grabs your neck and…

“You're one smart cookie Mrs Crosby”

“My clever, wise, beloved…”

Honestly though, deep connections and the ability to go vulnerable, and if those moments are often concluded with little laughs to shake off the moment -it doesn’t diminish it

Can actually talk about dying to you, not in a morbidly preoccupied way, but he can face it and admit it and be vulnerable enough to acknowledge the likelihood

Then get on with what needs doing

He appreciates how well you grow to know him, and he in turn makes a lifelong study of you

Also, this man is so highly attuned to your well being.

Yes you have to put up with his stress but for you? He will man-up repeatedly and without thought. He doesn’t even think twice about just up and leaving whatever situation is tiring you. did you see him hop up to get the fuck outta that bar fight? Yeah so, you’re bored? Tired? Stressed? It’s not even machismo it’s just a homebody not giving a fuck with the subtext of “my wife and I would like to go home and read and cockwarm”

Often gives the shiftiest excuses to army buddies and coworkers just to go home and hang with you, swears he has to repair that squirrel feeder -or that an alligator is in his swimming pool, “sorry guys maybe drinks next week”

Don’t tell the guys but…HE PAINTS YOUR TOENAILS

Maybe some of your high school friends snickered about Harry Crosby way back when. Making googly eyes at you and barely getting out the most stammered greetings? Bookish and a little clumsy at times?

Ha, you won in the end

He comes home in one piece, that beautiful schlong still intact

you prayed for that ok?

“Lord keep my husband safe -- and his girthy manhood in tact as well” …for the babies you’re hoping for of course...just that… kneeling in silk pajamas each night, adding this addendum with a blush but was always faithful to keep it in your prayers

Sometimes you have that thought in church as well...so you has to take a couple deep breaths and calm yourself...it's because you want children...not because you’re already so sprung off this man's dick after only a couple weeks of married life.

weeks that feels like a lifetime ago now, by the way

Prim and lovely Jean Crosby staring off into stained glass worlds thinking of having her tight little hole tugged open and her guts rearranged, it’s even worse than her thoughts prior to the wedding, because she’s had the experience, then suddenly it was ripped away

And she’s empty and scared to death for him

She gets asked to sing at the funeral of a lieutenant who never even got off the ground during a training flight,

work and church and such are hopeless distractions

Wanders through the department store wondering if every other wife misses this way, does everyone feel the same primal ache?

Dear Jean Crosby terribly worried she’s a freak yet entirely unrepentant for it

But ya know what’s probably funny? Across the ocean Harry Crosby is sometimes so direly missing his wife in the carnal way that he just about spaces out too, and god knows there’s zero privacy anywhere and the showers are the showers but like???? it’s just a no-go most times and everyone gets very confused when he’s in this mood?? Not at all suspecting baser distractions are what’s at play. Somehow someone figured it out, maybe he actually snapped a little about having five seconds to himself while reading a letter and they’re like

And somehow there seems to suddenly be five minutes or so when NO ONE but Crosby is in the showers?!

It only takes him two minutes to get there but he needs to stand there catching his breath and clutching at his heart while he thinks of Jean sprawled beneath him

This is probably Douglass’ doing? Because he’s a good dude, he doesn’t underestimate Croz AND he’s a dirty little bastard himself

“Fellas, the man got himself a wife while half of you guys are virgins? Of course he has urges?”

In a quiet, rare moment, Gale bends his ear -Harry is so modest and low key...unlike some folks *looking at you Bucky*- “So, uh, where'd ya say you and the missus went off to before ya came here?“

Gale’s gotta casually open the door for this conversation “Lots of good sights to see? I, um, haven't done much traveling myself”

It takes Croz a few conversations until he realizes just what Gale means, until then there’s a lot bewildered eyebrows at the inquiry and bashful appreciation for the interest: “Major Cleven I-I already told you, sir, we had a little cabin in the Alleghenies for a week?“

He's been telling Jean about Major Gale Cleven, about how she'd really like him. Gale is a good fella. He tells her about all their "travel talk"

Until one day Jean writes back: “Oh honey, that Cleven of yours is a virgin”

Whether Harry divulges to Gale anything he learned about ladies in that little cabin in the mountains writhing before a fire on a bearskin rug, that first time Harry actually didn’t stop and ask if Jean was dying every time she made a noise but instead, kept going until her cried properly built and she screamed…

well, it was probably an abbreviated account that mostly consisted of “wives are just wonderful people, Major Cleven” with a far off look in his eyes

Gale leaves him to it after all- Harry was married for like 3 seconds before he left, It's literally either playback of the last horrific mission or thinking of the curve of her spine

He gets the dreamiest look on his face, eyes all shiny, mouth a little slack

Somehow these two can be so passionate and yet it’s so wholesome and good and angelic?!!! It’s the allure of them

Because it’s all in these gentle and safe and good boundaries? Like it isn’t complicated and yet it’s not simple and it’s neither settling nor is it turbulent. something to be said for “doing it right”

They genuinely thank God for each other, they’re so sure it was always intended to be just them

I have 1k of headcanons just for the homecoming ok? Y’all will have to request those separate

But once home:

The eye contact they make at social events?? It’s a whole language, the most loving and adorable thing ever

He may not be a real gem of a singer but he’s an excellent hummer. so much gentle humming around the house while he’s fixing the stove light or rocking a baby to sleep or-

You know what I mean don’t you? Some men can just humm and you’re instantly wet? No I don’t mean humming a Billie Holliday tune

I mean humming when you make a new reaction to his incessant fingering while he’s reading, makes him look away from the page and arch a brow, highly inquisitive puppy dog look on his face, reading glasses pulled down.

*a new spot? After all this time? Must investigate further*

This man, when in his element, is a goddamn tease, he’s impossible, he’s goofy, he makes sex the joyous sacrament its supposed to be every damn time and he ain’t shy to remain stark naked for ages

Praise kink for miles in that, once you’ve praised him, he will keep doing whatever earned it for the next two hours. Brace yourself

He can recite your favorite literature passages (he knows them and took pains to memorize them by your tenth anniversary) when he’s gently plowing you from the back with his hand on your neck and your ear lob in between his teeth

He’s a biter my friends -gotta keep quiet somehow, can’t scar the passel of children y’all made, after all

So many excuses given to kids about “mama and I need to talk about the mortgage” -very rarely is mortgage even thought of once the door is closed and locked

But that brings us back to the early days, it’s one thing to know someone so well after all those years but the early days?

Two Virgins named Jean and Harry went straight from the chapel to fucking like Bunnies before he went to war

Harry had done his research tho. All that reading…

Harry Crosby totally ate his wife out on their wedding night.

even though he’d never really seen a full vagina before

he’s a bit methodical, yeah? At first? with a hint of overly flustered and terribly delighted

So I’m just picturing him like hunkering down there, tentative but firm hands on your thighs: “to get my bearings, honey pie” as he takes in the lay of the land

because there’s a lot happening down there on a lady, ok? -there’s petals and more petals and slippery slopes and little buttons and a tiny hole that has to be for pee, no way he’s supposed to go in that one?! but, but she doesn’t have another? Well the backdoo- no can’t even think of that. Oh god ok, ok, vaginal opening, -I guess that’s a vaginal opening?! and due north, a little button that makes her squeak when I touch it. ok ok, might as well start there…

I can see him with a metaphorical pencil behind his ear, ready to jot down notes

Jeanie finally sighs and grips him by the ears and hauls him up for a kiss and just grinds against him and insists it’s lovely

“just kiss me, silly.” she says to him after awhile.

“Mmm, I do like kissing you, Jean” he grins back

he’s naturally kissing his way to her boobs and staying there a lovely long time but she starts pushing at his dark head, *hint hint* lower down her belly and lower, and lower and he’s so caught up he doesn’t even realize it until there’s a sweet little patch of curls under his chin and he looks up with the oddest expression of curiosity and doubt on his face only to be met with Jean’s expectant eyebrow

She wouldn’t want me to?—-*ah, she just face planted me in pussy, ok then*

Lapping at it with the biggest grin, there may or may not have been some noise complaints

the whole apartment complex just knows he’s a good husband, never would peg him as a stud if you met him in the hallway but, Jean sure takes forever to say goodbye to him in the mornings so he must do something right

All the neighbors just can't help but be happy for those two kids

They cook them food and leave the casserole dishes on the landing so they can savor each other for as long as possible before he leaves

Next Sunday they show up at church like dutiful little Americans and they’ve got hickies everywhere and his cheeks are a permanent pink, Her knees are red and raw under her church dress

I feel like maybe they get a little adventurous as their time together draws to a close? Maybe they break a dining room chair? She's too mortified to put it out on the curb

*saves it for 50 years*

Some of those wedding china ends up in pieces on the floor. Can't explain to her aunts why they don't have a full set all of a sudden

i really hope he never loses that occasional hair trigger premature ejaculation tendency.

Sometimes it even shocks him, “O-Oh...shoot”

The last day together is a dismal and precious night

The poor man probably laid there on her sweaty boobs after blowing his last load with the saddest *fml* face on as he processed it being, indeed, his last

But HOMECOMING!

and now the war is over they can set up house and make babies

A small breeding kink, after all, these men marched home from war and basically were told "get a job and let's repopulate for all the boys we lost!"

It’s so damn primal when you think about it but under the veneer of the starched and polished 50’s

Croz can't think straight in that tight little hole, let alone think of the ramifications of another baby

“Give it to me, give me another, come on Harry, we've got an empty space in the Christmas card anyway, think of it!! fill me up baby oh godddd Jesus bless your pretty dick-*

it’s the most mundane reasons and he still busts a nut like she’s some filthy vixen and not his sweet and slightly too optimistic wife

frantic love making with a sweater and socks still on, too

Jean is a writher because the longer they are married the longer he lasts and soon she’s come and he just keeps going and she cannot keep quiet then and he’s too big to ignore or calm down between, just thick enough to always be tugging just right and she fully sobs from it sometimes

Often she’s trying to cup herself?!? Fully spasming and shaking and curling in but his strong forearm is over her belly and his lips on her ear

This man is a god at spooning sex

she is so cock feral when she falls pregnant it almost alarms him

The books didn't say anything about this?! He's exhausted and dehydrated and his classes are suffering as a result

Wants to ask Egan if he encountered this phenomenon

His war buddies become a new father support group

"Hang in there pal, only three more months"

They’ll be in the kitchen just chatting before dinner, she wants to tease him. Scoops a little cherry pie filling onto her finger. He licks it and sucks it off -- bites the finger too, in the background dogs are barking and kids are running amuck

As the Crosbys you’re in for a life of very benign but nauseatingly idyllic Christmas parties.

Snow globes, y’all

Sweaters, spiked eggnog and very well thought out gifts

Harry is the sort to carry Jean's purse when they are out shopping and she is trying on clothes. He also has no problem going and buying her sanitary napkins at the drugstore when she's on her period, because it's completely normal and there's nothing for anyone to be embarrassed about. Basically, he is just stupidly in love with her. He's like a puppy who will always follow, but she doesn't take advantage of that fact (credit to:@noneedtoamputate)

He is Harry “Have You Met My Wife?” Crosby back home, too, it’s even worse when he gets tipsy and his confidence grows and good luck shutting him up about how beautiful she is

This is the sorta man whose kids only learn Daddy was a goddamn boss during the war when they’re outta college, a very casual “oh yeah, that was sort of a thing, pass the salt.”

It’s canon this man cut his own son’s hair all his little life, propped him up on a little stool in the back yard and got to trimming -some of the only times the boy ever heard of those devastating missions

Imagine? Same man who used to take you out on the porch into the night air and rock against his sweater when you were a baby and wouldn’t settle is the same man who bombed the hell outta Fortress Europe

He’s the kind of man whose kids are so enamored over how both sides of the coin could settle in the same man, they end up making a documentary about him

Now I also need you to think of this man at bath time in the early 50’s -Shirt sleeves rolled up, top two buttons on his pristine white button up shirt popped with a peak of chest hair showing through, his curls getting steamed by his kids bubble baths

He’s got the prettiest slightly hairy forearms, y’all -according to Jean at least

Gives himself a bubble beard to make his kids laugh, will stay on his knees watching them play for ages, fully participating

His white shirt gets fully transparent with all this splashing and Jean has to really keep her mind on what’s next when she can so easily see his hair and pretty little nipples pebbled in a chill under them. Stops her whining about water on the floor in seconds.

Harry’s already hushing her and mopping it up with a towel anyway

The Crosby kids will have memories of their idiotically in love and enthralled parents who loved being parents, wrapping their baby selves snuggly into towels and setting them on the counter and just cracking up over how cute they looked with their chubby and shiny widdle faces poking out of terry cloth

Jean and Harry spend a lotta time doing that, they just love their kids, ok?

Brushing their cute little Croz curls

Jean can’t say no to a single one with their sad puppy eyes their daddy gave them

Sometimes they sit the kids in front of the fireplace (they obviously needed a house with a fireplace after that honeymoon) and line them up. Talk about them as if they aren't sitting right there. "Honey, look at those gorgeous eyes -- and his smile! Oh my, who do these cuties belong to?"

But it’s not all placid domesticity. Picture this:

Crosby with a mega phone, organizes a neighborhood Easter egg hunt. He's in charge, his aviators on, taking this so seriously

There are maps, he’s planned this for weeks, some of those traits and skills he picked up during the war come back at the oddest times

this gets even more intense if any of the war buddies are there

Harry writes letters to them strategizing, they all come and bring their own kids

It makes the local paper for being one of the biggest Easter egg hunts the state has ever seen

Night falls, children fall asleep and there are still some eggs left. Armed with booze and flashlights, the boys go out to collect the rest

Harry and Jean don't collect any though, they end up in a bush necking somewhere

Bucky gets very adamant about finding them and Brady is just as adamantly begging him not to

But Major Egan cannot be stopped, he rallies his men, hopping on the kids’ bikes and scooters

Everyone heckling each other in the dark suburban neighborhood

"Ya lost your touch Buck, keep up will ya?"

They all end up in a schnapps induced heap in the Crosby's backyard, long limbs all folded up on too small equipment

Jean and Harry leisurely stroll back up the street under lamp glow to their house where everyone is feral and collapsed and calling loudly for their hosts

Sharing soft little smiles and picking twigs out of each others hair

They tuck these idiot men in on the couches and floor, blankets, sleeping bags and dogs

Hear me out: Jean is the only human able to talk a belligerent Bucky out of his thirtieth beer

She has that sweet way about her that makes every person wanna be a better man for her

When he finally gives in and throws his arm over her little shoulders and swears she’s a good woman, Harry is there with the pan and the aspirin and the blanket

She makes them all the most perfect hangover breakfast the next morning, gingham checked apron stretched over swollen belly

Harry nuzzles her belly when she stops at his plate to dish up the eggs

Everyone wants to gag over how perfectly content these two are but that would be a waste of the best breakfast in the USA

And if Jean happens to make the best baked goods on the block - Croz is making sure everyone knows just who’s muffins those are on the bake sale table. Or if she wants to pursue a career or education? Harry is her biggest cheerleader, doing anything and everything to support her and being sure that everyone knows how incredible she is at what she does. (Credit @blurredcolour)

They may be the sweater wearing, block party and Sunday school couple but don’t think anybody gets away with being snide to Mrs. Jean Crosby -there will be comeuppance, even if it’s just an exquisitely literate verbal evisceration.

There's even more often a roaming band of local kids who kick the shins of everyone who's mean to Mrs. Crosby, because she gives them sweets and feeds them when they're hungry and cleans up their scrapes when play gets too rough and -if Mr. Crosby hands out a comic or two to the boys that "accidentally" tripped some bloke who was harassing his wife, well. All is fair in love and war. (Credit to @promptedwordsmith)

When in the summer of 49 the Crosbies get a swimming pool dug? It might as well be considered public property.

not just the kids who are attached to the crosbies, though. your home is a constant revolving door of visitors - including a bunch of ex-servicemen. if it's not bucky lounging in the pool, or rosie painting the fence in his shirtsleeves because he wanted to be helpful, then douglass is smoking a cigarette in the yard while trying to make you laugh. ev is asking harry to show him how to read this goddamn map bc they're supposed to be taking a trip to the grand canyon in a month, and bubbles is over for dinner every other night. even brady sometimes shows his face, if only to carp at harry for getting them lost over france that one time while working the barbecue because you asked him to. when you and harry bought the house with an extra room you weren't sure you would ever use, you didn't expect it to be occupied as often as a popular hotel. if anyone ever had any bad intentions toward the crosbies, they're definitely rethinking it. those that don't...well. being in the air corps teaches one all sorts of creative ways of getting back at people. (Credit to @fidelias)

Imagine all the different skills the Crosby kids (_and their neighbor friends who never seem to leave_) learn from these guys?

“Oh yeah, Bucky Egan taught me how to swim while wearing his aviators…”

In other words:

Harry Crosby went home and built himself a little Norman Rockwell Camelot and then opened the doors of the kingdom to his buddies and -that’s as it should be.

And that’s not even mentioning how the Air Force and the CIA walked up to his front porch and interrupted a backyard ballgame to ask him for his help

It sucks to be super smart and needed when all ya wanna do is teach literature, go camping and help keep the church life going

But still

Jean sure looked good in Pakistan, the kids enjoyed a new culture and Harry likes to say he may have done some good

#mota fanfic #masters of the air #harry crosby #Harry Crosby fanfic #Harry Crosby x reader #mota headcanons #masters of the air fanfiction #anthony boyle #hbo war fanfic

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Temptation

Pairing: benedict bridgerton x fem!reader

Summary: Benedict gets caught masturbating.

Warnings: 18+ smut, minors DNI, masturbation, dirty thoughts, innocence kink, lil bit of virginity kink, dirty(ish) talk, sex education, fingerfucking.

Word Count: 3.7k

Authors Note: This is an anonymous request fill here (request: Can I request benedict jacking off to thoughts of the reader? Maybe they are at a ball, and he cannot take it anymore and needs the release. I need to know what he dreams about when he does it. And maybe the reader finds him and just watches him until she can't take it anymore and just goes in, and they fuck). Nonny, I changed this up a little and didn't have them fucking, but there’s talk of it. Hope that is OK, it worked better for the story my muse decided upon. <3 Thanks as ever to the awesome @makaylan for the beta.

His hand runs up your arm and then back down as you both follow the steps of the dance. He isn’t wearing gloves, and you can feel the warmth of his skin through your lightweight silk ones. As you whirl around, you hold his gaze, hypnotised by his eyes. The song ends, he gives you a little bow, and you go your separate ways. Your fingers itch to grab him and keep him dancing—all night. He is the only one you are interested in.

It’s been two months since, and every ball is the same. You dance as much as possible with him, as much as polite society allows. Secretly you just want to follow him somewhere private and do what you once saw two servants doing on the grounds of your family estate. Sex, you heard them call it afterwards. It looked wonderful.

You feel a strange pulsing sensation in your underwear whenever he holds you during a dance. It’s hot and insistent—almost an ache. You may not have been properly informed about relations between a man and a woman, but even you can figure out it has something to do with what you saw in those gardens. You could see their bodies connected right where you feel the most excited when you look at one Benedict Bridgerton. Logical conclusion—you want to have sex with him.

Tonight is the Bridgerton Ball, and it’s your last dance with Benedict for the night. His hands are firm on you as you dance; you stand a little too close.

“Mr Bridgerton,” you whisper close to his ear, “I think I want to have sex with you.”

He stumbles and steps on your toe.

“Oww!”

“Sorry,” he fumbles. “Do you know of what you speak?” his voice shocked.

“Yes, I've seen it,” you reply confidently.

“Seen it?” he sounds winded.

“I saw some servants in the garden once, their bodies were joined together, and they were so happy they were screaming. When you hold me, I feel an ache where they were joined.”

“Jesus Christ…” he mutters heavily.

“I… I assume that means I want sex with you, no?” you suddenly hesitate, wondering if your conclusions are somehow wrong.

“That is… not wrong”, he answers slowly, his face both pained and pleasured, “but it’s not something we can do.”

“Why not?” you are curious.

“They really never teach you anything, do they?” he sighs, disbelieving. “For ladies of good society, such as yourself, it should only happen when you are married,” he explains.

“But why?”

“Because what you saw is designed for people to create babies,” he tutors quietly as you move around the dancefloor.

It's your turn to look absolutely shocked. You had no idea. “But wait, that servant is not with child. So how can it be only for having babies?”

“It's not only for making babies; it can be for pleasure too,” he admits.

“Then let's do that,” you argue.

Benedict groans lightly, and his fingers flex against your back where he holds you.

“Miss Y/l/n please….” he is breathing a little heavy, “don't.”

You pout at him as the song ends. “Do you not want to?”

He makes a strangled noise in his throat. “God, yes I do,” he closes his eyes as if injured, “but we should not, not yet at least. Now please go, enjoy your evening.”

He gives you a brief respectful bow, and you lightly curtsy on instinct. Then he is gone, hurrying away from you as if burned, holding his hands in front of himself somewhat awkwardly.

You chew your lip and wonder what on earth made him so rattled that he had to run away.

——

He needs to get away from you, fast, before he does something he regrets and brings shame on you both. And to deal with the insistent bulge in his trousers.

He stalks out of the ballroom, trying to hide the evidence of his desire from all of the guests and rushes down the hall into the library. It's quiet save the crackling fire, and he closes the door and exhales gustily while leaning his forehead against its solid wood. He honestly doesn't know what to do about you. He plans to ask for your hand, but if you keep unintentionally teasing him like this, he's not sure he can do the honourable thing and wait until you are married. He wants you so much he can taste it, a metallic desire rolling on his tongue every time you meet his gaze.

He knows there's nothing else to be done; he needs to have a release before he can rejoin the evening's festivities, before he can dare set eyes on you again. Whilst there is no lock on the door of this room, he feels safe enough here; no one will enter this private wing of the house during the ball. So he stalks over to a comfortable chair and sits down, releasing just enough buttons on his trousers to free himself. He fists his cock and closes his eyes, already knowing his thoughts will be of you.

——

You cry off the next person on your dance card, claiming to feel lightheaded, and head out the same door you saw him leave. You want to know why he left so suddenly; you want to talk to him more about sex. It seems he is the only person willing to be honest with you about it, and you have many more questions.

You approach a doorman standing near the private wing of the house, there to keep the guests within the ballroom area.

“Mr Benedict Bridgerton, he went this way, yes?” you ask sweetly, “he dropped something that looks valuable, and I want to ensure it is returned to him” - a little lie.

“Yes, ma’am, I believe he went into the library, third door on your right,” he smirks a little too knowingly and steps aside.

——

He thinks of your lips, the way they move when you talk to him. All he can see is them repeatedly forming the word ‘sex’. Fuck, you almost killed him tonight. All wide-eyed and enthusiastic, practically begging him to fuck you, take your maidenhead. He didn't think he had a thing for virginity in the slightest, but the thought of taking you, being the first to take you - the only one ever, if he gets his way - has him hurtling so fast towards climax he groans.

He thinks of your body, the way your breasts heave from the exertion of dancing. The way it feels pressed up against him when you dance. How he can't wait to find out how you look under your dress, caress your skin, run his hands over you. Wants to know how you smell, how you taste. His hand speeds up as he thinks of what you said earlier. That made him stumble. How you ache for him between your legs. Oh fuck, he leaks a little from the tip as he recalls it. Another moan, unbidden.

——

Silently you turn the door handle to the room and peak in. You see a roaring fire and a couple of candles casting dancing shadows across floor-to-ceiling rows of books; the room looks like somewhere you want to curl up.

Then you hear a moan - a very male, very hungry moan. It doesn't sound dissimilar to the noises those servants made. Instantly you feel a tightening in your chest, your nipples turning to stiff peaks, and between your legs is a throb. That sound, oh god, that sound is so wonderful to you.

You open the door a little more and slip in silently, closing it behind you. Curiosity and cats come to mind, but if that noise was Benedict, you’ll take the chance. It's now you see him. Or rather part of him, in profile. He's sat slightly out of sight behind a drinks trolley, but you can see enough. You can see his handsome face in profile, eyes screwed tightly closed and head thrown back, his legs sprawled out in front of him, knees far apart. Partially obscured, you can see his arm making rapid movements, his hand in his lap.

You tiptoe forward until you have a better vantage point, hopefully still unseen. Now you can see his lap and what he is doing to himself. He has his trousers undone and is holding something you have never seen before. It looks just like the body part the male servant had inside the female servant. Oh god. Oh yes. It looks fascinating and wonderful.

“Y/n”, he moans, and you feel lightheaded.

He is touching himself where people are joined during sex and saying your name. The throbbing between your legs becomes so strong, and you feel a flood of moisture down your inner thighs. Good god, what is he doing to you? What is he doing to himself? You can't look away.

——

His thoughts are a jumble now. You, your lips, the words ‘sex’ and ‘I ache for you’ swirling around in a delightful elixir. Then it all coalesces into a striking tableau - you walking into the room right now and pulling up your dress, no underwear, and sinking onto his cock. Thanking him for stopping the ache, begging him to ensure it never returns by always fucking you. Always. He is partially abhorred with himself by how vivid the picture is, but also so rock hard and desperate he doesn't want the image to fade. He wants you so much, right here, right now.

He moans your name again; his eyes screwed tightly shut.

“Benedict” it’s a gentle, breathy pleading noise from nearby. My god, your voice in his fantasies has never sounded so real before.

_____

Unconsciously you have been moving forward towards him, pulled like a magnet, silently crossing the room on the thick woollen rug, your eyes never leaving him. You are fascinated, your skin hums like during an electric storm, and your lungs feel tight. You long to rip off your corset. You long even more to touch the ache you feel between your legs; it's almost painful now.

You sink to your knees before him when you reach within a couple of feet. You don't even know why, but it's what your body tells you to do. Sitting back on your haunches, you are staring at his hand, the leaking red member he holds. You long to touch it.

And when he groans your name again, you don't even realise it, but you call out his first name in response.

It's then his eyes fly open.

“FUCK!!” it’s a shocked shout, the ferocity making you jump. Benedict leans forward and fumbles to hide himself away, to obscure the sight you have been enjoying so much. “My god, y/n, what are you doing here?” he seems flustered, red-faced, almost angry, using your first name.

“Please don't stop what you were doing,” you plead, “I want to keep watching you.”

His mouth drops open at your confession. “How long have you been here?”

“A minute or two,” you shrug, trying to be nonchalant, hoping it will make him continue.

His cheeks instantly redden, and he points at the door. “Please leave”, his voice wavering.

“Benedict,” you implore, your voice breathy, “please don't, don't send me away.”

He makes a pained sound and rubs a hand over his face, the other still trying to hide his lap.

“Please, I… I ache for you, my thighs are sticky, and I can't look away,” you shudder.

He groans so loudly. “Don't…. Just don't,” he looks like he is shaking now. “My honour is hanging by a thread here, and you are telling me these things. It makes me want to….”

You inhale sharply. “Yes, tell me, tell me what you want to do. Please, please, sir.”

“Fucking helllllll,” his Adam's apple bobs harshly, and he shuts his eyes. “Don't call me sir, for fucks sake, please just don't….”

“Why not” a sudden hot feeling slides down your spine as you realise what he wants is the exact opposite of what he is saying. “I want to, sir. I want to watch you, sir. I want to touch you, sir” You can’t stop, a smirk forming on your face as you realise your power over this man. Honour be damned, Benedict Bridgerton.

His eyes open, and they blaze at you. Your breath is stolen.

“Stand up.” Something in his short tone warrants no argument. You find yourself doing as told.

“If you don't want to marry me, turn around and walk out of that door.” His voice is steely.

You don’t move.

“If you want to marry me, pull up your dress. Right now,” he orders.

You scramble to obey, reaching down and pulling the hem of your dress up above your knees.

“Higher”, he commands, “show me where you ache.”

You tremble and feel the warmth from the fire, glazing the wetness between your thighs as you gather your dress around your waist.

He growls at the sight and leans back, his hands resting high on his thighs, his cock standing proud.

“You want to watch me, future wife?” he challenges.

You love that phrase. “Yes, husband”, you coo, not even bothering with the future part. You are his.

“Move closer”, he beckons with a movement of his head.

You step between his splayed knees.

“Do you want a preview of our life together?” he asks richly; you notice his hand has wrapped around himself again.

“Yes… yes, please, husband,” it's a pleading whisper.

“Straddle my lap”, he instructs, and you do so. He brings his legs closer together. “Sit on my legs.” You lower yourself down.

“I'm not going to have sex with you, not yet,” he says, his voice low, “but I'm going to teach you some things.”

You smile enthusiastically.

“You see this,” he nods down at his lap, “this is my cock.”

“It goes inside me, yes?” you whisper.

“Fuck,” he mutters, then exhales, briefly closing his eyes. “Yes, it does,” he replies after a short pause. “But not today, once we are married, yes.”

His other hand travels up your thigh, over your stockings and bare flesh. He stops when his fingers meet the junction of your legs.

“Have you ever touched yourself here?” he asks quietly, running his fingertips into your patch of hair, his other hand squeezing himself gently.

“No,” you respond honestly, “should I?”

“Yes, you should, when you are alone in private or with me. It should feel pleasurable - like this.”

You feel his finger slip lower and inhale tremulously, your hips canting towards him. He's hit something that feels so wonderful that you are already breathing uneven.

“God, you are soaked”, he stutters, his finger starting to move in slow circles.

Your hands lean backwards and grip his knees behind you, needing something to hold onto. You close your eyes and bite your lip, pressing down onto his touch.

“Does that feel good?” his voice silky.

“Yes, husband,” you chant, “Please don't stop.”

“Open your eyes,” he says softly, “watch me.”

As his finger keeps circling your bud, your gaze falls back to his lap. To his cock in his hand, the tip leaking slightly as he slowly moves his fisted grip up and down.

“Can I do that for you?” you inquire, panting gently, your attention wrapt on his movements, pressing against his finger.

“Yes, you can. I will teach you one day,” he assures, “are you ready for a little more, my wife-to-be?”

“Yes,” you assert.

He twists his hand so his thumb now rubs that special spot, and his fingers furrow backwards between your legs. You shudder as he slowly breaches your body with one finger, just a fraction.

“Oh fuck, you are so tight,” he says, almost pained. You watch as his cock leaks even more fluid over his knuckles.

“I'm sorry, husband”, you respond on instinct, feeling you have let him down somehow, “is that a bad thing?”

“No, no, my love,” the term of affection naturally rolling off his tongue, “it's a lovely thing. I will just have to take special care with you on our wedding night” he exhales gustily and pushes his finger in a little further. “How does it feel with just my finger inside you?” he asks.

“Strange but very nice”, you reply honestly, looking between the hand on his cock and the hand you see between your legs.

“Well, it may hurt when I put my cock inside you, but only briefly, I promise you, then you will feel wonderful,” he reassures.

“Why can you not do that now?” you gasp as he slowly moves the finger in and out of your body.

“That is not right and proper for you”, he argues, but his voice wavers as he pumps himself a little harder.

“I don't want right and proper; I want you,” you pout.

“Say that again,” he stutters, gripping himself firmer, “the last part.”

“I want you,” you repeat, then moan as he adds a second finger inside you.

“Yes, my love,” he growls, as his hand on his cock speeds up, “tell me what you want when we are married.”

“I want to have sex with you,” you answer between breaths as his fingers do magical things to your body, moving faster now. You hear wet, squelching noises coming from between your legs.

“Tell me you want me to fuck you,” he orders through gritted teeth.

“I want you to fuck me, Benedict, my husband,” you say clearly, meeting his burning gaze. Then he moves the fingers inside you forward, dragging against your insides, and you have to throw your head back and moan loudly at the sensations building in your body.

“Yessssssss”, he hisses, “that's it, moan for me, my love.”

“Say my name again,” he requests urgently, his fingers inside you pressing harder and harder, his thumb hooked around your bud.

You do so, and suddenly, his groan becomes a long, insistent sound, and he pulls faster on his cock. You feel a splash of something warm on your lower belly, dripping into your pubic hair. You look down and see his cock is spouting fluid onto you.

“Benedict, are you ok?” you are concerned; it looks painful, and he appears to be shuddering all over.

After a few heavy breaths, he laughs. “I am more than okay, y/n,” he promises, his voice shaky. “That was me spending my seed, my love; that is how you come to be with child - when I do that inside you,” he explains. “Now, do you want to know how you will feel when that happens?” his voice a warm rumble.

“Yes,” you answer as you feel his fingers - that had gone dormant inside you as he released - start to move again.

“Put your hands on my shoulders”, he requests. When you do as asked, he leans forward and captures your lips on his.

You realise you have never even so much as kissed yet. It feels wonderful, and as his tongue insistently parts your lips, you pull closer to him, causing his fingers to sink deeper into you, and you moan into his mouth.

“That’s it, my love, lean into me.” he encourages.

Hesitantly you pull up slightly as you kiss each other's faces, then sink down a little, allowing his fingers to slide much deeper into you.

“Are you fucking yourself on my fingers, future wife?” he rumbles, impressed, close to your ear.

“Yesss”, you confide abashed, a shiver running down your spine from his tone and pulses of warmth radiating out from the insistent movement of his fingers. Your nipples rasp heavily against your chemise. “Should I not?”

“Oh, you absolutely should. Don't stop on my account,” he murmurs, holding his wrist steady but adding a third finger and making you cry out at the stretch. “Well done, love; look at you taking so much of me.”

You blossom under his praise, grasp his shoulders and ride harder, watching him watch you, his face a handsome smirk as he presses his thumb against your clit. The breathless feeling isn't from exertion but something unfurling deep inside you. You bite your lip and rub yourself harder against his thumb, realising so much of your need is focused right there.

“That's it,” he encourages, “chase that feeling.”

He leans forward again and kisses you deeply, invading your mouth and stealing your breath. As he pulls back, you feel a flutter growing into something else—deep spasms as you burn white hot around his fingers.

“Benedict, what is happening?” you gasp, grinding hard against his hand, feeling your body release all over his fingers.

“Oh yes. You are coming, my love,” he coos, “don’t stop, keep going.”

You pant and close your eyes as waves of bliss erupt from your core and fan out over your body.

“That's it, that's how you will feel” Benedict's voice is there but sounds far away as the blood rushes in your ears and your heart pounds. Your whole body convulses, and your skin tingles.

After what seems like ages, the intensity fades, and you collapse against him, shaking, burying your nose into his neck as he chuckles and slowly withdraws his hand.

“How do you feel?” he asks as you feel him stroking your hair, an affectionate gesture.

“Wonderful,” you sigh and lift your head. “How soon can we get married?”

“We could leave for Gretna Green before sunrise,” he jests with a chuckle. “But our families would likely never forgive us, so we should probably wait and do things properly.”

“Mmm tempting, Mr Bridgerton, very tempting,” you reply and steal another kiss. “But you’re right. So I suppose you’ll have to teach me a few more things until then.” You smirk at him.

“Indeed, my love,” he runs his fingers over your face, his thumb catching in the corner of your mouth. “Next time, I’ll show you what you can do with your mouth,” his voice a silky whisper, “and what I can do with mine.”

EDIT: This fic now has a follow on series, Innocence

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gojos-thot-patrol · 8 months

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Happy birthday!!!!✨✨✨✨✨✨🌻🌷🌻🌻

Please: Gojo Satoru, stressed, "Well don't just stand there, do something" And "They don't deserve you"

Thanks so much 🤍

aww, thank you so much!!!! (Please ignore this is like 3 days late; lifes been weird lmao)

I was really excited to do this one, I hope you like it!

Now Presenting...

Starring: A very stressed and a little protective, Satoru Gojo

The room was tense, apprehension and fear so thick in the air that at times it felt like trying to breathe in putty. For Satoru, at least. If you were feeling any of the pressure, you were pretty good about hiding it. Absent-mindedly scrolling through social media on your phone, making a point to pay everyone else in the room no mind. Gojo knew you better than that though. He could see that you didn't stop long enough to read any of the posts, and that your finger tapping was far too frantic to be from annoyance alone.

Finally, the Elders came in. Everyone rose out of respect and habit, and bowed low as they walked through the room. Satoru tried to catch your eye, but you were making the pointed decision to look at only the floor. His hand reached for yours, something to let you know it would be ok, but before he could make it the elders spoke.

"Rest." Gakuganji grumbled, and everyone returned to their seats.

"I wonder how it feels to get an undeserved standing ovation every time you enter a room.." Satoru mumbled the anxious joke. For the most part, he got glares and side eyes. But, from you, he got a ghost of a smile. And that was his real goal anyway.

“Y/n L/n, You stand trial today for using a forbidden curse technique,” The old man said, utterly uninterested. He was just annoyed that his Monday morning tea was being interrupted. “For your crimes you-”

“Wait, What?” You scoffed, “Some fucking trial, you’re sentencing me already?”

“L/n, your crimes are clear and well documented.” Gakuganji sighed, rubbing his temple with two fingers. Your hands twitched with rage.

“Yes, I’m not arguing that I'm innocent, I’m saying my motivation for doing so should be taken into consideration.” you pointed out. Had you broken an ancient rule placed on your family a millennia ago? Yes, undoubtedly. But did you also save thousands of lives in the process? Without question. The special grade you were fighting was going to take out all of Okinawa, and your ‘forbidden’ cursed technique allowed you to exercise the curse before it even had a chance. You were not a criminal. Which is why your treatment since the incident was making your blood boil.

“Honorable as your intentions may have been, it’s no excuse for breaking a precedent that goes all the way back to the Sengoku era. Your execution will be-”

“Execution?!” you snapped. Were they really so caught up in their goddamn traditions they were going to kill you over this?! Satoru was stunned. He felt trapped in a static coffin as he processed the words. Execution? Execution? He saw you getting more and more impassioned in your argument, further digging your grave and pissing off the geezer. And then he felt your nails dig into his forearm, electrifying him back into the moment as his eyes snapped to your desperate stare.

“Don’t just stand there, do something!” You begged. He shook his head, remembering that he was Satoru fucking Gojo, surely he had some weight he could pull to save your life. He stood,

“An execution?” He said, standing up, “That’s just a little extreme don’t you think?” Gakuganji groaned in frustration, wishing for once he could just make this kid go away.

“No Gojo, I don’t. They-”

“Saved millions of lives, right. I’m well aware of the details, old man, you don’t have to explain.” he smiled, “Really, if anything we should be celebrating them. Instead you cowards want them dead? Are you really that scared of something as small as change?” Yoshinobu slammed his fist on the table before him to try and regain control of the situation. He pointed an accusatory finger at your old friend.

“Silence Gojo, I will have no more of this. My decision is final-”

“Oh, mine is too.” Satoru smiled, “If any of you even think about laying a finger on them, You’re going to have to deal with me.” He said darkly. Gojos' threat hung heavy in the air. He didn’t go into details. He didn’t have to. Everyone's eyes nervously flashed from you, to Satoru, to Yoshinobu. Everyone knew the old man had already lost, the question now was what would happen to you.

“Fine.” the head elder said, finally relenting. “But they are hereby banned from using jujutsu sorcery ever again. Any attempt to do so will result in them being labeled a curse user, and executed on sight.” You bristled at the final verdict, but both you and Satoru knew better than to try and test your luck further. At least you had your life. “We are done here.” Gakuganji siad, dismissing the room. You were the first out, followed closely by Satoru.

The two of you had managed to make it to the garden before the tears started to fall. It only made you angrier with yourself. You hated it, you hated crying, you hated how you couldn’t protect yourself during your trial, you hated that they had taken your sorcery away from you. You hated them.

“Y/n, no-” Satoru muttered, taking you into his arms and pulling you into his chest. You had talked to him before about random hugging, especially when he saw you were in distress, but you were willing to let it slide this time. This time, his warm arms and familiar scent wrapped you in a blanket of comfort. You wrapped your arms around his neck, letting the tears freely fall.

“I know right now it hurts,” He whispered softly, gently petting your hair, “But they’ll be begging you to come back, I know they will.”

“I gave them everything Satoru,” You whimpered, “I gave my life for jujutsu sorcery…”

“I know you did. They don’t deserve you.” Satoru sighed, kissing the top of your head. “And.. I know you probably don’t want to hear this right now, but this might actually be good.”

“How?!” You demanded.

“Because you’re finally free. You can pursue whatever life you want to live without the threat of death constantly looming over you. You’ll never have to endure all of their glares ever again, you can find a place where you’re loved, and cherished, and valued like you deserve to be. You never have to be disrespected again.” He wasn’t wrong, and the thought did bring you some solace. Still, one aspect of jujutsu society tugged at your heart. The one thing you couldn't stand the thought of leaving.

“What about you?”

“What about me?” He laughed. “I’m not going anywhere. No matter what choice you make, I’ll be there. If you’ll let me of course.” You couldn’t help but smile at his promise.

“Of course, I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #satoru gojo #gojo x reader #satoru gojo x reader #gojo x reader fluff #satoru x reader #satoru x reader fluff #nobody likes you when you're 23

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auspicioustidings · 6 months

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Any chance of us finding out how Price got his wife in the ghost drabble? 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻 pretty please

Ok so in my head Price met his wife in his younger days. She was a rebel fighter against an opressive regime (it's why he has such a soft spot for Farah) but the rebellion was violent as all hell. Think suffragettes or IRA, most countries classified them terrorists because they were absolutely willing to fight dirty.

So Price is a newly promoted Lieutenant sent to subdue this terrorist cell after a bunch of civilian casualties from an attack. Through a series of increasingly unlikely events, him and his future wife wind up captured together. Him for obvious reasons, her because someone at the top of the rebellion wanted her out of the way and betrayed her, did not like a woman having that much influence.

She spent the whole time trying to kill Price with her bare hands, very much viewing him as the enemy. They sort of trauma bonded when they were getting treated worse and worse and in the end the only way to get out of it was to work together.

She found this begruding respect for him that turned quickly to violent homicidal tendancies when having finally escaped he slapped cuffs on her and hauled her ass in. He manipulated his way into becoming her handler, arguing that putting her in prison was optically a bad move.

Queue years of being attached at the hip with her coming up with new ways in which she thinks she can kill him and escape. Only when one day he comes home and he's injured, he's defenceless, he'd be so easy to kill, she just cannot do it. Nurses him back to health.

They take down the man who betrayed her together and while her home did see a regime change for the better, by that time she realised her home was now with Price.

He does bring her on base sometimes to give his boys some lessons on guerrilla warfare and tricksy ways to escape captivity, but she has never found herself in violent situations again and honestly? She finds she is totally at peace with that. She killed her first human at the age of 15 and was waging war right up until they met, so now she just gets to bake and knit and read strories to kids at the library she works at.

Like he absolutely held this woman captive for years, but they are currently very much in love and she comes and goes as she pleases.

#mhairidrabbles #I pretend I do not see the Stockholm Syndrome #he gushes about Farah to his wife all the damn time and she is desperate to meet her #but Price suspects they would get along far too well and somehow wind up blowing up a government building or the like #mhairidrabblescodkidnappers

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unlikelyjapan · 7 months

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Rebirth

Disclaimer: I’m on the start of a baby journey myself, please excuse any insanity hormones that may have seeped into this disjointed wisp of a post.

The two selfless examples of active caretaking we see from Syd + Carmy in S2 are them tending to the needs of pregnant women they don’t even have fully-formed relationships with yet.

This was definitely a choice.

Carmy makes the Sprite for Tiff without provocation - he understands the gravity of her discomfort, takes it seriously (while everyone else just acts authoritative and flails) and shows his respect by making her what she needs from scratch.

Too bad that was lost on everyone but the viewer.

Syd does the same for Natalie in the making of the omelette - she hears the need/discomfort, takes it seriously (while everyone is MIA) and shows the respect for what Natalie is creating by making her what she needs from scratch.

This time it’s not lost on anyone. Carmy is so incredibly touched that Syd and him are identical in this way, that she actively took care of his pregnant sister in his absence. Syd is an anointed Berzatto.

Both Carmy and Syd aren’t ones to make an emotional acknowledgement or give congratulations (ok, maybe insanely awkward ones) that someone is expecting - it’s all in their active reactions, and in that you can see the extreme reverence they have for someone doing the work of creating a family.

The rebirth of The Beef as The Bear is an act of creation between Syd and Carmy - other people are excited to assist and be part of the “found family” (some actively, while some just want to “hold the baby”), but it is theirs.

We could also argue that Carmy was absent for the birth, but these and other parallels are for another post.

The way they both show active care for the expectant mothers in their midst shows that they value acts of creation in all forms, not just their own, and that they aim to create something more meaningful together with The Bear.

#the bear fx #carmy x sydney #the bear season 2 #the bear spoilers #carmen berzatto #syd x carmy #the bear #sydney adamu

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missbluesunflowersstuff · 5 months

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Some Jason Todd headcanon

I have some headcanon between Jason and the bat siblings . Please respect

Jason has a soft pot for Steph. Why? Well just like him, she was a girl who had hope for Batman, but then Bruce managed to ruin that. Jason knows that feeling, so if she needs it he will help her, no matter where or what it is, he will help her (Jason and Steph are similar in ways no one is ready to talk about yet)

He and Duke are the street smarth in house, they use this to their advantage to annoy the other brothers, especially Dick (Dick is also a street smart because the circus, but jason claims that Dick spent so much time with Bruce and heroes that he lost it)

He favorite brother is Dick, he'll never admit it, but it's Dick (and Damian too)

In the past, when he was Robin, he saw Dick arguing a lot with Bruce (Dick was rarely at the mansion, but when he was present he was yelling at Bruce) and now Jason gives Dick all the credit for it

He also recognizes Dick's efforts "to fix" their relationship and even though he doesn't admit it he appreciates it

Jason don't dislike Damian, he thinks the boy is a little annoy sometimes but in the end he also cares for this boy even with all the shit, think about that older brother who says "Look we gonna in the same school, just don't talk to me, ok? I don't want my friends see me with you" ">tt< I didn't even think about talking to you"

(Jason joined with Bruce to bring Damian back when the boy died, Jason really cares for this little one)

Deep down, Jason feels a strange urge to protect the little robin, as if he was programmed to do so, but he tries with all his might to ignore this order. Jason doesn't understand where this desire comes from and he's sure Damian knows the answer, but Jason never asks because something tells him he won't like the answer

He barely remembers all the details of his league days, plus the training part, but faces and names are all a blur to him

Jason can speak Arabic and Chinese fluent (because league time)

Jason and Damian (in the past) would sometimes fake an argument in Arabic on the main com channel just to annoy Bruce and the others, they weren't even really fighting, just randomly shouting things in Arabic to annoy the others

they rarely do this now, as Jason is under the impression that Dick and Tim know enough Arabic to understand what they are saying

His relationship with Tim is ok now, Jason notices Tim's admiring look at him, but doesn't verbalize anything about it. Nowadays Jason is more angry with Bruce than anything, he understands that the Robins are nothing more than Batman's soldiers and no matter what Bruce says, Jason doesn't believe otherwise

and, just as he would do for others, he would help Tim at any time possible if the boy asked

Jason understands the bad things he did in the past, he knows who he hurt and how he did it, he has some regrets but not for everything, some people really deserver it

Since returning to Gotham, Jason has punched several police officers, why? the pigs were talking nonsense about his brothers. A police officer threatened to arrest Duke? The police car is burning now. Did a cop talk shit about Cassandra? Someone wakes up in the hospital emergency room with no teeth and broken bones. Did a police officer say something racist about Robin's accent? bitch you're dead. A police officer made a joke about Red Robin being in the pride parade? Pig down

police officers in Gotham are not trustworthy, only those who work with Jim Gordon and Jim Gordon himself

It's funny that all the evidence you could have against Jason magically disappears. Jason knows this isn't Bruce's job, Jason can see Batman's disappointed face on him when these incidents happen, but Jason can also see Dick stepping between the two of them, smiling as always and claiming nothing happened

usually Jason doesn't like being in Dick's shadow, but sometimes it's nice to know that Dick still sees him as a little brother

Some batkid headcanon: Damian || Duke || Cassandra || Stephanie || Tim || Jason || Dick

#jason todd #dc comics #batfamily #damian wayne #dick grayson #tim drake #batfam #bruce wayne #batman family #batfam headcanons #batfamily headcanons #duke thomas #stephanie brown #cassandra cain

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I'll go down. No. Uh -- There may be more traps. It's too dangerous.

| ANATOMY OF A SCENE - CHENFORD EDITION 5.04 - The Choice

This truly is a blink-and-you-miss-it kind of moment… But what a charged one this is! Tim and Lucy are still in that awkward stage, not knowing how to interact with the other, their usual ease nowhere in sight when they need it the most. When Lucy needs it the most. They're not in a position where he can just take her hand and ground her, no matter how much they might want it. And this awkwardness is amplified by the reminder that the last time they dealt with Rosalind, was when they were about to sleep together while Chris was bleeding out… They're both running the gamut of emotions here but don't have time to process.

There are so many unsaid things between them in this scene… In fact, few words are exchanged. And it makes those words even more striking. It emphasises their respective determination to go check the basement to protect the other. They both understand the danger, but neither wants to risk the other. 'Fierce protector', the both of them… And Tim immediately overrules her, with no room for argument… He's not going to take the chance of anything happening to her, not on his watch, end of discussion. He needs her safe. And Lucy knows better than to argue with him, despite her obvious dismay. The way he can barely look at her when he is getting ready… He can't even face her, as if he's trying to hide from her… That is, until he's actually being lowered… His eyes are locked on hers… Drinking her in… If he has to die in that basement, the last thing he wants to see is her… The silent communication… The pining, the longing, the worry, the love… The tension! You can almost hear a 'please be careful' from Lucy… And how worried she is, once he is out of her sight, holding her breath until she can know he is OK… This reminds me so much of his time at the quarantine house, when Lucy was worried behind that door… when Tim kept looking at her after opening the door… Only, now, the stakes are so much higher for them.

This is a really short moment, but one that reveals everything. They were pouring out all their feelings in that look… and they both understood it.

#the rookie #chenford #chenfordedit #lucy chen #tim bradford #5.04 #Anatomy of a scene - Chenford Edition

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haveyouseenthisskeleton · 3 months

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Just after they arrive on the Surface, monsters have to be check-up by human doctors because they're curious. The humans want a few samples about each type of monsters, and so skeletons, being the only ones. How would your Sanses and Papyruses react to that?

Undertale Sans - Sans is not too enthusiastic about that. He kept telling Toriel that was a bad idea to accept this. He also has in mind the little experiments his father conducted on him, and the fact scientists have never enough. He sets pretty clear boundaries since the beginning with the human. They better ask and explain what they want to do and not get annoyed if he says no. He was already a lab rat once, he's not doing that again.

Undertale Papyrus - He's really glad to show off his beautiful body to the humans. However, he gets uncomfortable very quickly as they want to touch all his bones, and some parts are, you know, intimate. He stops gently but firmly the hands going too close and he asks to please don't do this. If they insist, he ends the exam and leaves like a King.

Underswap Sans - He's very very wary and refuses to go without his brother. Blue is jumpy and watching what they're doing cautiously. He's not a big fan of doctors in the first place, but if it can help monsters get citizenship quicker, he will shut up and do it. He still hates every moment of it and won't hesitate to report Toriel everything he didn't like.

Underswap Papyrus - It went pretty fine as Honey joked with the doctor. That's it until one of the nurses came back with the biggest needle he had ever seen and casually said they would try to stick that devilish thing into his arm. Honey fainted and refused to wake up for the rest of the check-up up lol.

Underfell Sans - He's not happy about this and he's here only because Asgore threatened to put him in jail if he didn't obey. Red will be difficult. He's not going to just stay there and say nothing. He's growling, trying to bite to the point the doctors muzzled him and he's struggling and arguing against everything they're doing to him. Go to hell. He doesn't belong to any human.

Underfell Papyrus - He hates it. He hates any kind of doctor. But he's one of the major figures of the Royal Guard and he has to be an example so he controls himself and tries to stay calm. He's so scared though. He hates he had to go alone just for the reason that Undyne is a girl. Not that he cares that Undyne doesn't go with him. He wanted to be with her to comfort her and not the opposite, obviously, but still... Man, he misses Undyne right now. When a doctor asks him if he's cold because he's shaking, he simply growls and says to him that he's not weak and to shut the hell up. He can't wait to get out.

Horrortale Sans and Papyrus - Willow was very against that, but doctors insisted they had to have a check-up, especially after the famine so they could help the best they could. Now, Willow understands that, but the reason why he didn't want to do this in the first place is Oak. When Willow says Oak they have to go to the hospital, Oak immediately freaks out and starts fighting his brother with all he has to not go there, forcing Willow to trap him inside some big bag to drag him there, while poor Oak is crying and begging him to not go. The exam is not better as Oak immediately tried to attack the doctors and had to be sedated. That's quite a traumatizing experience for both of them. Willow said to the doctors it was the only time they would see them.

Swapfell Sans - He was a bit tense as medical check-ups were Undyne's business Underground, and his Undyne loves to hurt the patients she doesn't like, and him more than anything. He's actually quite in shock when he realizes the doctors are respecting his boundaries and trying to make him comfortable. What??? He's so in shock he lets them do all they want, just staring at them with empty eyes as they're wondering if he's ok.

Swapfell Papyrus - Well, since it's just after the Underground, he's not in the best state, full of addictions, and not that responsive. He came because he had to, but that's it, he's not going to answer any question and he's not reacting that much to anything they're doing to him. The doctors are quite concerned and they will be the ones to talk to Nox about the possibility for him to follow therapy to fight his addictions.

Fellswap Gold Sans and Papyrus - Like hell Wine is going to let any human touch him or his brother. Wine doesn't show up, forcing the Queen to come and drag him to the place. Wine is fighting for his life, and it's getting worse when the doctor comes to take Coffee in another room, the poor skeleton is completely panicked because of how his brother reacted. Wine is going to injure a bunch of people that day, but the doctors managed to have what they wanted. Coffee is more cooperative. Wine found him later hugging a nurse and refusing to let go because she was nice to him and he decided she would be his comfort human for the rest of the day.

#undertale #underswap #underfell #horrortale #swapfell #fellswap gold #sans #papyrus #undertale ask blog #undertale asks #undertale imagines #undertale headcanons

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hi! can you do sanji x fem reader headcnaons with long blonde hair down to her knees? can she also be very strong/pretty and has a ray/laser devil fruit please?

(kinda a bland request i get it if you don’t wanna do it lol 😅)

ok this is a pretty specific request but I like it 😅

Sanji with a Rapunzel!fem reader

I decided that it will be a kind of imagine with headcanons (? I don't know if I should call it that but I couldn't think of this request as a simple list lol

Warnings: mention of a creep and a fight, language maybe

wc: 1,062

You were the last to join the Going Merry. You were on a terrace with your back against the stone balcony, your beautiful long straight blonde hair fell down your back until it reached your butt. Due to the excessive heat you brought your hands to your head and combed your hair to tie it in a high ponytail.

Luffy was walking when he saw you on the balcony, of course the first thing he noticed was your hair and up on that balcony you looked like a princess in her castle. Suddenly a man had approached you, he seemed drunk and was looking at you lasciviously. The man had grabbed you tightly by your bicep, struggling to pull you towards him. Luffy watching from below was about to interrupt when a loud crash sounded next to him. He turned his head and saw the drunk man lying on the ground moaning in pain.

You had pushed him from above, holding him by his legs and throwing him as if he were a simple sack of potatoes. You clapped your hands, shaking off any possible dust that might have been left between your fingers, and looked towards where the unpleasant man had fallen with a frown but a satisfied smile. "Think again before you harass women, asshole!!" Luffy smiled and from that moment he knew he had to have you on his crew.

From that day on you lived your days on Captain Luffy's ship and his crew welcomed you like at home, especially a cook named Sanji…

✦ Oh he definitely considered you as beautiful as a mermaid from the minute he saw you. And he swore that you must be some kind of mermaid because you had him under a strong spell, one that made him think about you all day long even when he was distracted from his duties as a cook.

✦ Your blonde hair like his obviously caught his attention, especially the length of it. He often wondered how you kept it so healthy and well cared for. Your locks shone like gold bars when the sun hit them and Sanji delighted in watching them from the kitchen.

✦ But after the first impression came your attitude. When Luffy told the others how he had found you and what you had done with that man, they started laughing: "You should have seen it! She threw him from the balcony as if he were light as a feather!" *laughs* "Oh come on, you wouldn't think we believed that" Zoro said. "I hate to agree with him but it's true, lies have short legs Luffy" Sanji said. Luffy was going to protest but suddenly heated voices echoed in the kitchen. From the deck you were arguing with Ussop and when you were about to burst with rage you grabbed Ussop by the legs and carried him bridal style and then threw him overboard. In the kitchen the laughter died down and Sanji almost choked on his saliva. "I told you!! She's amazing!" Luffy shouted happily

✦ After that incident you could say that the straw hats had more respect for you. Sanji didn't know whether to fear you or respect you or both. You were like a peach to him, soft and beautiful on the outside but with a strong, hard shell on the inside that you had to be careful of.

✦ As the days passed, Sanji learned to respect your spaces and not bother you with anything (he still remembers the bruise you left on poor Luffy's eye when he ate your food, every time he remembers it he laughs) But Sanji He liked women who knew how to defend themselves and even more so if they were as beautiful as you were.

✦ Sanji often gave you little glances when he smoked on his breaks. He watched as you raised your arms to tie your hair and he focused on your muscular biceps and when that happened he melted like butter in the sun. The cook couldn't help but imagine himself in your arms or that you would lift him up bridal style like you had done with Ussop that time (but without ending up in the sea with the fish, of course)

✦ When the blonde boy had the courage to approach you and when his relationship with you became closer, you let him admire your hair up close and even comb it, and that was one of his favorite things: Feeling the soft straight strands between his fingers as you showed him how to braid a braid, the sweet scent of your hair making Sanji bury his nose in your scalp.

✦ He never stopped being an incurable flirt, so his favorite nickname for you was Rapunzel, like the storybook princess, because that's what you were to him. "My beauty Rapunzel, what did I do to deserve you?" Sometimes when you let him wash your hair with him standing between your legs he would shower you with the sweetest compliments said in a low voice. As you sat, you enjoyed the tips of his fingers massaging your scalp and his words sliding across his lips like drops of honey just for you.

✦ On your worst bad mood days, Sanji seemed like the only one who calmed you down and persuaded you not to use your devil fruit for evil. He would hug you, placing his chin in the crook of your neck and whispering cute things to you so you wouldn't explode while he caressed your hair from the top of your head to your lower back. They had both realized that his caresses on your hair calmed you down so you sometimes sneaked into his room at night. "What's wrong my dove?" You crawled over to where he was resting and placed your cheek on his pecs. “I can't sleep, could you help me?” He laughed softly and kissed your hair, knowing exactly what he had to do.

✦ But having your hair so long is also a problem, countless times you tripped or caught your hair on something, making it tangled. And Sanji would lovingly be there for you, holding your hair while you bent down to pick up something so you wouldn't step on it, or removing sharp things like hooks or screws so your hair wouldn't get tangled there.

#female reader #imagine #headcanons #headcanon #opla #one piece #sanji #request #opla sanji #opla x reader #one piece live action #one piece netflix

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