#I expected this two parter to make me cry

[sirenmoth]

heyy!! i loved your story "Breeding Team" and was wondering if you could do a part 3. where the reader gives birth to lots of babies? thank you<3

New Additions

Poly Pack - Complete

Synopsis: The pack welcomes three new members

Didnt see this being a 3 parter by, hey. The kids dont have names cuz i suck at naming things

CW: Non descriptive childbirth, soft buff military men crying, fluff, domestic fluff, pregnancy, hurt/comfort?, semi insecure reader, crying, sexual themes, implied sex, i legit forgot i added graves to this, mainly Kyle, Alejandro and Roldolfo centric cuz i love them, and they need more fics (not me with several WIPs about those three), my back hurts after this.

Previous

Your morning usually consisted of having at least one or two, maybe more depending on how busy everyone is, of your mates cuddled up against, bare skin to skin contact which they insisted upon after your little meltdown. The warmth of the bodies laying next to you seeped into your bones, settling deep within you as it calmed your nerves. After your most recent doctors appointent, you found out you were having triplets, three little ones due at any moment, at anytime. A DNA test was scheduled to see who the fathers are, mostly to calm down the bickering and fighting that eruoted once it was found out that their omega was expecting, all wanted to the be the father of the first litter as a pack. All wanted the gender of your children to be a surprise.

You were convinced they had bets going on on who the father, now fathers, are. Each showed their love for you and the unborn pups in their own way, talking to your stomach, bringing what cravings you had. It was definitely not the trying to get ahead on imprinting on them early.

They took turns staying in the nest with you, keeping you in the middle incase something happened. Today it was Alejandro and Rodolfo's turn to be in the nest with you, they often their turns in pairs:

Ghost and Soap.

Price and Gaz.

Alejandro and Rodolfo.

König and Graves.

It was sufficating having eight men constatly at your side at all hours of the day, if one was working one would be tasked to stay with you. If all were busy you'd be told to stay put in one of their offices, not allowed to leave without one of your alphas company. Their protectiveness only grew as the due date came closer.

Hoping for some quiet and alone time before the two men woke up, you slowly climbed out of the bed to the best of your ability, picking up a shirt that belongs to one of the guys you found on the ground, non of your clothes have fitted you in months but one of the perks of having more than one partner is someones clothes are bound to fit you.

Your legs sore and trembled with each step you took, despite being pregnant with triplets that didn't curb your independence, or your hormones or theirs, you'd sometimes spend your days and nights carefully being laid or bend over something, slowly fucking into you, making love to you, having you cockwarm them, worshipping you like a goddess, filling you with their cum again and again. If needed, fucking each other while you laid and watched if you were too tired or the thought you couldn't take it, watching how the men fight for domainince, sometimes playfully before getting stuffed and fucked brainless by their equal counterpart.

Waddling your way to the conjoined bathroom to relieve yourself and wash up, wanting nothing more than a nice, warm relaxing bath. After using the toilet and washing your hands, you sit on the side of the costom built bathtub, leaning over to the taps to the best of your ability to try and place the plug in the drain but the massive swell of your stomach made the task difficult.

Sitting on the side didn't work so you tried sitting inside the tub, you could barely get the plug in before the strain in your arms became too much, you were getting frustrated that your alone time was dwindling bit by bit. Tears started to line your waterline, sitting in an empty bathtun built to accommodate at least four people. You just wanted some peace and quite.

To get away from the over-pugnet alpha smell.

To breathe.

A soft knock on the door rips you from your thoughts, alreting you that your alone time was up. "I'll be out in a minute" you call out, using handles at the side of the tub to assit in getting out, setting your feet on the soft bathmat placed beside it. The feeling of worry carries through the shared bond. "I'm fine, just needed to clean up a bit" hoping your excuse is enough to settle the man outside the door.

"¿Cariño?¿Puedes abrir la puerta?" The voice you recognised as Rodolfo, softly asked, allowing you enough privacy but keeping you close, as close as a bathroom door would allow. "What's happening, You can talk about it, mi amor" Rudy asks, knocking on the door again. He twists the door handle, to find out himself you locked it. His knocking became more adamant, determined on entering and ensuring you're alright.

"God, I'm fine! Can't I have five fucking minutes of peace for once! Just fuck off and leave me alone!" You scream, the frustration finally comes upfront.

Rodolfo's footsteps were heard turning and leaving the bedroom, the bedroom door faintly shutting, leaving you alone, like you asked, and unclear if Alejandro is still asleep or up and doing whatever tasks and chores he needs to do. Leaning against the cold tiled wall, you ease yourself down onto the floor, finally letting the tears flow. How the boys stayed calm and stuck with you all through all this beyond you. They were important and busy men, they could have anyone to warm their beds and carry their pups. Why choose you?

Double set of footsteps could be heard re-entering the bedroom, stopping outside the bedroom door again. Faint whispering between whoever was out there, followed by yet another knock, "Love, can you open the door?" Gaz. Sweet, loving, caring Kyle. He was the most calm and understanding of the eight of them, always able to talk you and ease you out of your more emotional moments. Bith stood on the other side of the door, trying to coax you to open it or get you out the bathroom.

After a few moment of nothing, and the barrier remaining in place,the Mexican and British men they try a different approach.

Rudy sighs, clearing his throat, "You can talk from in there, sí, sólo dinos qué pasa" his soft voice ringing in your ears, conern threaded deep into his tone.

You could see the image of his worry lines and cute, pippy-like expression in your mind, guilt or bile rose in your throat, the acidic smell hit your nose causing you to gag, the pups in your stomach moving around, kicking and pushing your skin from the inside didn't help.

Against your better wishes, using the wall and sink to get back up and steady yourself, you slowly make your way to the door and unlock it, using the handle as a aid when the pups kick again. The puffiness in your eyes evidence enough of the crying. "I'm sorry" you whimper meekly, keeping your head down.

Kyle opens his arms and pulls you into a hug, stroking your hair as you sob into his shirt, Rodolfo puts a hand on your back, rubbing up and down in an attempt to sooth you. Both felt guilty over not knowing what happened and if they caused it, if they missed something.

Did they fail as partners?

The man to your left gives a quite kiss to your head "Estás bien, estás bien, estamos aquí, está bien" he whispered to you in his native tounge, "what's wrong? Did somethinh happen?" he softly pressed, carefully tip-toeing around to ensure there isn't another breakdown.

Sniffiling, you shake your head no. burrowing further into the warm body in front of you. "I want wanted a bath and alone alone time. Didn't mean to shout." you whisper, voice hoarse from crying.

"Oh baby, it's ok" the British alpha reassures, "Why don't we run a bath while you sit here and a relax, hm?" he asks, gentle as ever.

The bedroom door opens unexpectedly, the smell of freash food fills your senses, a gruff but sweet voice calls out to the three of you, "Everything ok?" Alejandro, stands in the doorway with a plate of alegrías de amaranto and a cup of licuados, he was always trying to get you eat something healthy, even if it contained sugar.

Both men standing beside you nodded in unison, still keeping their arms tight around you, Rudy speaks something to Ale you don't quite hear but judging by his reaction it was about the events prior to his arrival. Alejandro sets the plate and cup down on the bedside table, telling Kyle and Rodolfo to start the bath for you, helping you out their arms and to sit on the bed, they both left to do as told.

"Shh, mi amor" he whispers, arranging your body so your legs are over his, head agaisnt his chest and back propped up by a few pillows, "te traje comide, vamos, come."

Alejandro picks up the plate from the table, holding it up to you so you can eat, small bites followed by sips of the drink he brought, he still kept is around around you, holding you against his chest as you ate. The muffled sound of runnng water filed in from the bathroom mixed with barely audible chatter.

After your food and drink was finished and the plate and cup were back on the table, Alejandro carefully picks you up bridal style, making sure to keep you as close as possible, walking towards the bathroom to join the two men already in there. He plces you down on the bathmat, the bath now filled with hot water and deep galatic blue colour from the bath-bomb they pickout, barely visible from under the bubbles floating on top the water.

Rudy removes your -Ghosts- shirt, jokingly complementing you on it, asking where you got it and that it looks good on you. He folds it and puts it on the toilet seat, helping you into the water and making sure you're comfortable, saying he and the other two will be in the other room if you need anything.

The three left you to have your alone time, you laye your head back on to the edge of the tub, letting the water reach your shoulders. Closing your eyes and letting out a sign, feeling the tranquillity relax your muscles, relax your mind, letting it wash away all your problems and stress.

Sudden pain spreads through your lower region, another one then another, the babies kicks become for frequent, shouting out to the guys as you white-knuckle the tub, trying to even your breathing, the door nearly falls off its hinges as it burts open, eyes flying around the room hoping to stop any danger before landing on you, silently asking what's wrong.

"I think my water just broke."

The Nurses gathered around you, shouting out different things, bringing in all sorts of equipment and moving you around, attending to your every need to make sure you're comfortable as possible. They ask your mates to wait in the waiting room, stating having an alpha in the room can cause problems.

All protested, not wanting to miss anything, but left eventually, leaving you alone to deliver the pups.

Johnny was the most reckless, pacing around the waiting room table, König sat in a comically small chair, nervously fidgeting next to Ghost who was giving the smll low growls, irritated by the constant movements.

Price and Graves were oddly calm, sat at opposite ends of the room, being leaders and commanders of hundreds of soldier, it made sense why they were the most calm, Alejandro was too, but not as calm at them.

"I cannae take this any longer" Soap growls, stopping his pacing to look at the double doors that lead to the labour and delivery ward, eyes swimming with impatience and worry.

"It's only been a few hours, sunshine" Price huffs out, moving around his chair, arms crossed over his chest. The hospital has a 'no smoking' rule indoors, no matter how badly he wants a cigar, Price stays put, not wanting to miss the announcement when the pups are born

Four of the eight men in the room groan in response; Alejandro, Rodolfo, Kyle and Johnny. All four were more than excited to meet the little one, they could barley stay still. waiting for one of the nurses to tell them it's ok to see you.

"Who'd you think the fathers are? " Graves pipes up, smug smirk on his face, "What? I'm just asking." he is confident on the question, whether it was to start a fight or it was a genuine question is hard to say

"Obviously it's me."

"Not even close, Johnny."

"What makes you think it's you, Skull-Boy?"

Price closes his eyes and tilts his head back, trying to block out yet another argument, praying a nurse comes soon.

"Könnte ich sein."

"God help our bonnie if it's you, ye Austrian giant."

"That's mean, hermano"

The bickering continues, back and forth, until one of the nurses comes in, standing by the double swing doors, does everyone shut up, listening to what she has to say. "There were a few complications, but that's expected when you have triplets, but mama is healthy and well. You have three healthy baby girls. Congratulations." she says.

Relief floods through the men, three daughters.

"Do you know who the fathers are?" König asks the nurse.

She shakes her head, "The doctor is talking to your mate now, you'll know then. You're welcome to visit them now." She explains before leaving the men in the waiting room.

Two of your babies were sleeping beside you in hospital provided basins, you just got the back after they checked them and did all the necessary procedures. They looked so cute wrapped up in their blankets and hats. Soft, tiny whines here and there could be heard of them every once in a while.

After seeing their faces, their tiny hands clasped around your finger as they took their first breathes, you knew who each of your new childrens fathers were. The resemblance could be seen clear as day.

The door to your room swings open with such force, nearly hitting the wall, "Careful! You'll wake them." you whisper-shout to whoever opened it, looking at your eight partners and the tears in their eyes as you spot the newborns, "Their sleeping!" you say, looking down at th child in your arms.

They all flock around them, Ghost comes over to take the child you're holding from you, stating you need to sleep, Price and Johnny both look at the pup Ghost is now holding, cooing at how cute she is. "The one you're holding his Kyle's" you mutter, sleepily smiling at them, watching their attempt to hold themselves together.

Gaz looks over at the child in the masked man arms, tears lining his waterline, all stopped fighting back tears the second they caught sight of their small pups. Kyle points to himself, as to confirm it's his, you nod to confirm she is indeed his. Ghost hands the man his newborn, the smile on Gaz's face seems to get wider as he looks at his daughter. "And the other two?" he whispers.

"The second girl is Rodolfo's and the third is Alejandro's" You say, trying your hardest to stay awake, the two Mexicans have a face splitting smile, Looking at their children, with such love and adoration in their eyes. "I haven't had a test, but i know their yours, i just know,i can see you in them." The three men nod, you don't need some test to tell that the they were their pups.

"I haven't named them yet, thought you could." you announce, slowly blinking as sleep starts to claim a hold on you.

Price sits next to you on the bed. wrapping an arm around your shouldera, pulling you into his side, " You did great, love, we'll take it from here. Get some rest" he whipsers, careful not to wake the sleeping babies. He presses a kiss to you forehead and you lay your head down on his shoulder.

Finally allowing yourself to sleep. watching as the men coo over the new pups, placing bets on whos next and saying how'll be the next to have children.

translations:

¿Cariño?¿Puedes abrir la puerta? - Sweetheart? Can you open the door?

sí, sólo dinos qué pasa - yes, just tell us what's happening

Estás bien, estás bien, estamos aquí, está bien - You're ok, you're ok, we're here, you're ok

mi amor - my love

te trajecomida, vamos, come - i brought food, come on, eat

Alegrías de Amaranto- Mexican candy made from amaranth seeds and honey or sugar

Licuados - Latin American drink made with milk, fruit and ice

Hermano - Brother

Könnte ich sein - Could be me

[reguluswife28]

Hey can you make a one shot or two parter about regulus and fem reader, arrange marriage trope where regulus is distant due to his past relationship and one day yells at the reader and regrets it? With a happy ending please!! Also I don’t see many RB imagines, so glad you are writing them, okie luv u byeeeee

I love Reg with all heart so im glad you requested this!

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Warnings: angst, fighting(screaming/yelling)

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Unwanted

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I’m married to Regulus Black. Not by choice though. It was arranged by our parents and it wasn’t a happy marriage. Regulus hated me or atleast he was really distant.

I tried my best to get his attention or even do something with him as husband and wife but he never budged. Today I was trying to get him to do something with me since he had the day off.

“Regulus? Can we please go out and do something? We never do!” I said sitting down next to him as he read a book. “No.” Is all Regulus said causing me to look at him confused.

“What?” I asked sounding a little defeated.

“Don’t you get it?” He asked angrily standing up. “I do not love you!” He now yelled and I winced. “This was only a marriage of convenience! I did not want to marry you!” He snapped viciously and I couldn’t help but start crying.

“Now leave me alone.” He told me not yelling now but still annoyed and angry. “As you wish.” I said getting up and going to our shared bedroom.

I owled the only two people I knew who would let me come over to their house. Remus Lupin and Sirius Black.

I couldn’t stand being in the same house as Regulus right now. They’d understand it. As the owl flew off I started packing the absolute necessities.

A few hours later Regulus had not appeared upstairs any and I had not seen him downstairs when I had checked. My owl also reappeared with a letter from Sirius and Remus saying I could come over.

I wrote Regulus a note saying that I was leaving for a few days but not saying where then grabbed my stuff and went to the fireplace.

I grabbed the floo powder and went inside the fireplace. “Lupin-Black house!” I said clearly and dropping the floo powder. As quickly as I did that is as quickly as I appeared in the house.

I stepped out into the living room to be greeted by Remus, Sirius, and shockingly James, Lily, and their baby Harry.

“What did my brother do now?” Sirius asked as they all gave me a quick hug. Lily led me to sit on the couch as I explained. “Your brother doesn’t love me is what he said. Told me to leave him alone when I tried to get him to do something just us.” I muttered as Harry crawled over sitting up in front of me babbling.

I smiled picking him up and holding him in my lap. “My brother has never been one for love. Just a stuck up prick.” Sirius told me and I tried to suppress a laugh.

“You’re just a cute little bundle of joy aren’t you, Harry?” I cooed playing with the child. “That he is.” Said James now sitting next to Lily who was next to me.

“You two are sure I can stay for a few days?” I asked looking between Remus and Sirius. “Yes. We’re sure.” Remus said with a soft smile and I thanked them.

Harry needed a nap so Lily took him and Remus showed me my room I’d be staying in. Once he showed me and left I put my stuff away and decided to lay down and take a nap myself.

As I was drifting off to sleep I layed there wondering what Regulus was doing despite what happened earlier. Soon I was asleep.

Regulus pov

After I had yelled at Y/n I had felt bad which confused me because I never felt bad before. So, I just went out but when I got home half of me expected what I was seeing right now and the other half somehow didn’t.

Y/n had packed her stuff and went away. She didn’t say where and now I was worried. I shouldn’t be, I didn’t love her. Right?

I mean I didn’t want to and was distant because of a past relationship and because our marriage was arranged. I figured that’s what she would want too.

Obviously, it wasn’t and now I regret everything. Some part of me had always admired the girl.

I tried thinking of where she could be. Her parents? No, they would be mad about her running away because they were the ones who arranged the marriage. Her sister? No, she doesn’t exactly like her sister.

My brother. That’s where. She was always friends with him and his friends in school.

Without warning my brother by owl at all I used the floo network to get there. As soon as I got there and got out of the fireplace I was met with the angry eyes of my brother.

“What are you doing here Regulus?” He questioned sternly. “I’m looking for my wife.” I sighed rubbing my forehead tiredly.

“The wife you yelled at and said you didn’t love?” Asked Remus also glaring at me. “The wife you said you never wanted to marry?” Asked James who now stood next to Sirius and Remus. All of them coming to her defense questioning him.

“Yes…” I muttered distaste in my mouth. I then looked at them with some look of determination in my eyes I had hoped. “I regret it. I’ve come to apologize to her.” I said seriously and then a different voice other than them was heard.

“Regulus?” Asked the voice and I stepped beside them in front of the others to see Y/n coming down the steps rubbing her eyes tiredly. “Y/n.” I whispered in relief.

A/n: I'm so sorry this has taken so long! I've had writers block and I've been busy with things. Btw this will have a pt 2!

[starlightsearches]

Hysteria was so good omfg….. so good in fact it could be a lil series 👀 Would you consider doing a part 2 please? If not, that’s okay!! :)

Hysteria pt. 2

Part 1 Here

Thank you so much, my love!! I really hoped that this would just be a two-parter, but what i have here has already taken me AGES and i wanted to give the final smut all the attention it deserved. let me know what you think pwease!!

Eddie Munson x Femme Cheerleader! Reader

Requests are always open! Comments and reblogs make my day 💖

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, RC is not a nice person, Eddie is also not nice but RC probably deserves it, infidelity, a very bad relationship between RC and her boyfriend, lots of mentions of fucking but no sex in this part, some delicious fucking ANGST!!!!, threats of violence and drama, bad bitches having a hard time talking about their feelings, you'll probably want to read the other part first but i'm not a cop.

You should not be staring at Eddie Munson. Especially not in the middle of the cafeteria. 

But you can't take your eyes off of him. Not because of the way his frizzy hair catches the light like a halo, or how he's smiling wide enough that you can see his dimples from the other side of the room, torso stretched long over the edge of the table. It's not because you know how the little hollow spaces around his mouth feel against your skin.

It's what he's got caught between his fingers that has you tripping over your feet to get to him.

A shiny white polaroid picture.

Somebody was talking to you—one of the girls from the squad blabbing in your ear about fuck all as you step into the crowded lunch room. You don't even mumble out an excuse, pushing past the bodies in your way, ignoring the glares that follow you all the way to the freak table.

"Give me that."

Eddie's passed the photo to one of his friends, and that's who you snatch it from. He's a freshman, clearly, with a mop of curly brown hair covered in a dorky looking baseball cap. He lets out a soft cry of protest; you silence him with a look.

But you're not in the photo. Nobody is in the photo. 

You were expecting something explicit—expected to see your own fucked-out body spread on his sheets, his rings glinting where they laid against your cheek and his spit smeared across the insides of your thighs. You expected a picture that would have you dripping through the cotton panties you were wearing. You were expecting some kind of thrill to know that Eddie had been looking at it where anybody could see it. 

So the reality is a little jarring. 

It's a polaroid of a fucking dog.

Not even a cute dog—a little mutt, laying on its belly in the dry grass, washed out in the bright sun. A waste of fucking film, if you didn’t know what it was really for. 

Your mouth presses into a tight line, lips pinched between your teeth, and you keep your gaze down, unsure what will happen if you look Eddie in the eyes when you’re feeling so insane. 

Now is not the time to laugh so hard you’d snort, or rip his throat out with your teeth for getting under your skin. Now is not the time to fall all over him like you’ve been fucking craving. 

None of the boys at the table are brave enough to make a sound when you look up—not even Eddie, although he wears quite the grin.

It takes more than one deep breath before you feel safe enough to speak.

"Cute, Munson,” you deflect, popping a hip as you flip the photo back in his direction, “I didn't know you had a girlfriend."

"Don't worry, princess,” he smiles, cocky as all hell, “we're not exclusive."

Somebody laughs. It’s a high-pitched, nervous little giggle that sticks out amid all the heavy silence of listening ears. Eddie leans back in his seat, hands cupped behind his head the same way he had the night you went to his trailer. Echoes of the same shivers he’d pulled from you brush across your skin. 

You want to say something biting. You open your mouth, ready for it, and nothing comes out. Eddie's shirt has ridden up a little, a thin sliver of pale skin revealed beneath his black t-shirt. Maybe even the edge of a tattoo.

Fuck.

He sees where you're staring. He could call attention to it, if he wanted—people at the nearby tables are all waiting to watch shit go down—but Eddie doesn't say anything. His cheeks grow a little pinker.

"What's going on, baby?"

Double fuck.

Connor’s here. You feel his thick arm squeezing possessively around your waist, tightening like a snake sizing up its meal. Your whole body goes still. 

“Hey, babe.”

Your boyfriend smiles in a way he probably thinks is charming, and one meaty finger steers your head in his direction. You're given no warning before his tongue is in your mouth, cracked lips brushing clumsily over yours.

Fuck. Fuck. A millions times fuck.

You slip your hands behind his head, out of view. You don't want anybody to notice the way your fingers curl into fists, nails digging against your palms as you count down the seconds until he stops touching you—pretending to kiss him back and pretending to like it even as your throat and stomach burn. 

Eddie’s noticed. You can tell the second you look at him, his brows divoted towards each other, gaze twitching between your tightly-balled fists and Connor’s sneer. 

“What’re you doing talking to these pricks, babe?” Connor asks you, totally ignoring Eddie and his friends. You shouldn’t roll your eyes at him—shouldn’t make it obvious that you’re growing a little tired of the prom king attitude—so you freeze your expression like plasticine, and keep all the hate on the inside. 

You hand him the polaroid between your fingers, put on a bitchy exterior that doesn’t look much different from your normal exterior. 

“Eddie was just showing us all his new girlfriend.”

Connor squints at the photo, huffing a dumb little laugh from between his lips. You’ve set him up for about a thousand good punchlines. Of course he goes for the most obvious. 

“Finally found a bitch who’s willing to fuck you?” Connor asks, tossing the picture at Eddie.

It smacks against his chest before falling pathetically to the floor; Eddie doesn’t move an inch, eyes on the ceiling, jaw tight. But everybody hears him when he mutters, “not the only bitch.” 

Then his gaze slides to you.

Oh. fucking. shitting. bitchfuck. The surrounding tables go silent, and then burst into activity, filling the room with little murmurs. You watch the stunned looks change, realization blinking on expressions like a string of Christmas lights, feeling every pair of eyes crawling over your skin.

Connor’s breath is hot and heavy in your ear, and he explodes in a rush of movement, gripping the collar of Eddie’s jacket in both meaty fists.

“The fuck did you just say?”

“Connor! Jesus.”

He shrugs you off where you grab at him, his elbow hitting hard enough in your chest that you fall back a few steps. You rub at the spot with your palm, forced to watch like everybody else.

And even though Connor’s got him in a grip tough enough to keep his feet off the ground, it takes Eddie a generous second to rip his eyes from you. 

“I don’t know what’s gotten into you, freak,” Connor spits right in his face, “or what kind of shit you’ve been smoking, but you better watch it. ‘Cause there’s no way a girl like mine would ever want a greasy little prick like you within a mile of her.” 

And Eddie could ruin everything for you in this one shining second. You can almost see it—the smirk of his lips as he tells Connor, tells everyone, about how he made you fucking scream for him, how you begged on hands and knees for the freak of Hawkins to fuck you, and how he refused.

But he doesn't. And, to his credit, Eddie's hardly phased by Connor’s random outburst. He keeps his face neutral, raising his hands in surrender.

“Hey man, listen—I didn’t mean anything by it,” Eddie tells him, and it’s only a little bitchy, “promise.”  

The cafeteria wouldn’t be quieter if it were empty, all eyes on the freak table and your boyfriend and the guy you can’t stop thinking about fucking. 

After a tense second, Connor’s grip loosens on Eddie’s jacket. Maybe he believes what Eddie told him. Or maybe he’s just remembered that if he got suspended again, coach would bench him for the rest of the season. 

“Stay away from her, got it?”—he steps away with a final threat—“or I’ll bash your fucking head in.” 

Connor yanks you away with a hand at your bicep, and your fingers are numb when they curve around his jacket sleeve. It’s like he hardly feels you there, all deep, heavy breaths and poisonous stares back over his shoulder. You want to look back, too. But you know better.

“I’m gonna kill that fucking freak, swear to god,” he tells you.

And he means it. 

You skip fifth period. 

Nobody even looks your way when you push past the clanky metal doors into the pale sunshine, probably passively assuming you’re on your way to hotbox in the parking lot or make out under the bleachers—which, to be fair, you’d done before. But you don’t stop walking when you reach any of your usual hiding spots, past the goal post at the far end of the football field and into the damp leaves beyond the tree line.

It’s quiet out here. Which only makes more room for your racing thoughts, rattling through the leaves and dead brush that soften your footsteps to an almost silence.

But you're not sure where you're headed. Guys talked about it all the time—the picnic table in the middle of the woods where Eddie did business—but none of them ever brought their girlfriends with them.

You thought it was because Eddie was a creep, that Connor was protecting you from his dealer’s lewd comments and stares when he left you alone in his Jeep every time he went to go buy. 

But the way he looked back in the cafeteria, how easy it was for him to grab at Eddie and how unphased Eddie had been by it all . . .

Maybe your safety wasn't even on Connor's radar.

Luckily, the journey to the table is a straight shot through the woods. One second there's nothing but green leaves and branches in every direction, and the next you're stepping on beer cans and candy bar wrappers at the edge of a clearing.

It's about as underwhelming as you pictured it. A dinky old picnic table in a sea of flattened, molding leaves. Piles of them lift beneath your shoes, releasing the smell of damp earth into the air with each step.

Might as well sit while you wait.

The slats dig into your ass, not that that matters. You'll sit here all night if you have to. You can peel the splinters from your cheeks later.

Your fingers run along the scratches on the table's surface, names in hearts and gossip from two, three years ago, maybe more—all overlapping and criss-crossing until you can't read any of them.

Except for one, near the edge. Eddie's name is carved deep with repeated wear, the lines black and thick enough to snag at your fingers when you trace at his clumsy scrawl.

Ugh, fuck him. This dickhead makes you cum one time (or more—whatever) and now he’s got you thinking in metaphors. 

The waiting doesn't take away any of your worry—just multiplies it, like you've got to make enough to fill all this empty space, have to send some of it back to Hawkins High and keep a cushion between Eddie and his obvious death wish.

Maybe Connor wouldn't beat the shit out of Eddie at school, but there were plenty of places he and his friends could corner a loner.

Places without witnesses. Places with a lot of beer and their own cheers multiplying off echoey walls.

Places where there'd be nothing to make them stop.

“I’m not gonna fuck you out here, if that’s what you were thinking.”

" Jesus,"—you jump, and a few more splinters implant themselves on your landing—"Eddie."

He's standing at the edge of the clearing like you summoned him—thought his name one too many times and he appeared by magic.

If that worked, though, he'd have showed up in your bedroom every night for the past week. And your shower. Maybe at least once during your math class.

"I would be kind of hot, though," he continues without meeting your eyes as he wanders over to the table, fidgeting with his rings. You swallow the lump in your throat when he curls his thick fingers under the table top, giving an experimental thrust of his hips.

Eddie wears a cool look when the table wobbles, metal supports groaning from the movement. "But I don't think she could take it."

"Eddie—"

It's like you hadn't said anything. He’s on a roll, rubbing a hand over the uneven stubble on his jaw, considering the options with his hip popped.

"I've always wanted to fuck someone on the edge of a table, though. Think your boyfriend would come looking for you out here?"

"Eddie."

A smirk blooms across his face. "What do you think he’d do if he found me balls deep in your pretty pussy?"

"Eddie—"—you slam your palm on the table, make him look you in the eyes—“stop.”

Whether you wanted him to or not, he listens. Maybe it's too bad. You were kind of hoping to hear more about the whole fucking on the edge of the table thing.

Eddie's arms cross over his chest, jaw jutting toward you.

You're stunned silent for a second. He's actually gonna stop talking long enough for you to speak.

"You- you can't pull shit like that again."

Eddie plops down into the seat across from you, hands clasped together, wearing this look of false innocence.

"To what shit are you referring?"

"Fuck, Eddie," you reach out for emphasis, "this is serious."

You're surprised by the feel of his hands—the soft heat of his skin and smooth contours of his veins—even though you're the one who reached for him, fingers slipping under the edge of his sleeve and circling his wrist.

His expression softens, big eyes getting bigger, pink tongue sandwiched between his lips. You're not even thinking about the way you felt the last time he had his tongue pressed to your skin. Just touching him like this has your heart pounding.

You slip your hand back, palm flat to the wood. "You can't antagonize Connor like that, okay? He's fucking crazy."

"Uh, I was trying to antagonize you. Your boyfriend showed up uninvited."

You want to laugh, but that would give him the wrong idea. "Well, you shouldn't be antagonizing me, either."

Eddie kicks his feet up onto the bench, hopping on the table top so he can lean in close. “Probably not, sweetheart. But have you ever thought maybe you shouldn’t have a boyfriend who’s, uh— I don’t know—fucking crazy?”

He tries so hard to look nonchalant, but you’re picking up on the signals. The shake in his hands and the twitching muscle in his jaw. 

Oh, god. He's fucking serious. As serious as you've ever seen Eddie get.

The breeze blowing through the clearing sets goosebumps across your arms. “I can handle Connor, okay? But you have to stay the fuck away from him.”

Eddie rests his chin on his hand, pursing his lips together. “What if I don’t, sweetheart? You gonna punish me?”

Jesus Christ, he’s stubborn. He’s a lot of other things, too, but you gotta focus on the stubbornness right now or you’re gonna end up bent over the table.

Eddie’s eyes go wide when you don't respond, hand dropping away from his face.

“Oh my god. Are you, like, actually worried about me?"

It’s the way he says it—like you weren’t even human to him until now, like he can hardly believe you’re capable of feeling anything but apathy or rage. 

And it shouldn't hurt. You didn't climb to the top of the social ladder of Hawkins High by caring what every dumbass guy whispered behind your back. Or what they said to your face.

You had skin like armor, and normally a comment like that wouldn't even make a dent.

So why do you feel like crying?

“Fuck you, Eddie.” 

You're up from the table before the look of surprise solidifies on Eddie’s face, already into the trees when he catches up with you. It doesn’t matter, anyways. He’s already seen it.

You care about Eddie. You care about the freak. And you don’t want to see him get hurt because of you.

“Hey—” Eddie catches you with a hand at your wrist, circling it in his big, warm grasp, “shit, don’t—”

You throw his hand off you, wild, too big for your body. “Don’t what, Eddie?”

You're just so fucking tired of this. Of thinking about him all the time. It's like you're drowning. Wanting Eddie Munson is going to kill you.

“Don’t-” he stares at the tips of your white Keds, digs his own shoes into the dirt, “don’t go back to him.”

“Yeah, okay,” you laugh at him, harsh and mean because maybe that’s who you are at your core. “And you and I can live out our Litte House on the Prarie shit here in the fucking woods? He’s gonna come looking for me, Eddie. He already wants to kill you.”

“That’s not what I meant.” 

You know what he meant. You can see it in his big, brown eyes, the way he’s fucking terrified to look at you. And he’s probably right to be, after everything you’ve done.

Whatever. Fuck this. Fuck your feelings and his pretty baby cow eyes and anything else that made you believe that things could be better.

“Did Tommy invite you to his party Friday?”

Eddie kicks a clump of leaves in your general direction. “I’m always invited to Tommy’s parties.”

That’s not true. You’re always invited to Tommy’s parties. Eddie’s always invited to deal. There's a difference.

You wrap your arms over your chest, fighting off the chill from a gust of wind that isn't there.

“Don’t go."

Jesus, you sound needy. Needy and weak.

Eddie scoffs. “Are you fucking serious? I make, like, a month’s worth of gas money selling to Tommy and his stupid friends—”

And would get the ever-living shit kicked out of him if Connor saw him there.

You stomp towards him, ending up chest to chest, your words coming out harsh through your teeth.

"I will buy you out."

Eddie's lips part with a soft pop, eyes tracing your face. You can't tell if he's offended that you've offered him money (which was kind of a dick move, if you’re being honest), his expression—normally so easily decodable—coolly masked.

Okay,” he says, pausing, like this is just some deal, "while we’re making demands . . . break up with your boyfriend.”

“Eddie . . .”

You can’t remember the last time you felt like this—throat tight and raw, barely balancing on the knife’s edge of tears. It’s been a long time since you’ve cried over a stupid, fucking boy.

You wish Eddie was just another stupid fucking boy. 

He shoves his hands deep in his pockets, staring up through the leaves. “Just- think about it, okay?” 

And he walks off without looking back. 

tagging: @dotslabyrinth

[crabtreee]

I hope they do one more season for two reasons. 1. I need more Watts, him not even being mentioned in the season finale killed me and if that ends up being the end of the show I'm going to cry about it forever. 2. I need them to do a titanic episode so. Like I need them to do one. I need to see how they would make it relevant to the main characters

(NGL my first thought upon seeing that Julia is actually moving to London was "this is they're setting up for a titanic episode" (which is perhaps a bit morbid but I don't think they'd actually have any characters actually die I think it would just be chaotic))

I think they will have at least another season. PM is notorious for wanting to provide extravagant / intense finales (even tho he often misses the mark) this finale despite the cliffhanger did not have the signature PM trademark imo. I hope when the series does come to an end we do get a worth-wild finish. Expecting another 2 parter finale finish.

To respond to your reasons:

1. YES I NEED MORE WATTS AS WELL. I said this in my previous ask but I would love the series to end with him getting some sort of promotion or higher status within Station House 4.

2. According to messages on the Murdoch FB fan page - doesn’t sound like PM is interested in doing another Titanic episode (see S07E01). My thought is maybe they’ll do a subplot where William hears of the ship sinking and believes Julia & Susannah are on the titanic resulting in some worry due to the lack of communication. Would be fun tho but they’ve already done the episode to an extent - also like you said they def cannot kill of Julia like that!

[tarisilmarwen]

Rebels Rewatch: “Empire Day”/“Gathering Forces”

It’s the midwinter two-parter where Shit Gets Real and I realized for the first time, “Oh.  Oh this show is playing for keeps.”

I don’t envy TV writers, I really don’t.  It is a hard-ass balance sometimes between serialized and episodic entries, which is what most media seems to want to be, as opposed to completely serialized or completely episodic.

(The difference being that full episodic shows are “Jump in any time, there’s no overarching plot, you can just be here for the ride.” and serialized shows rely on you watching nearly every single episode to understand the continuity.)

What a lot of kids shows will do, I’ve found, to strike that balance, will be to have mostly episodic disconnected episodes (”fillers”) with a few “event” episodes here and there to advance the plot.  (For the best example I can think of, see 2003′s Teen Titans, majority episodic with a handful of plot arc episodes.)

Rebels is... not quite that because as I’ve said I really don’t consider any of these lead-up episodes “filler”; they’ve all contributed in some fashion to the overall Season One plot, all been woven pretty tightly, a testament to the strength of the writing.

It’s hard to know how to classify Rebels.  The episodes are independent enough that you can miss a handful and still have the general plot but truly episodic writing doesn’t bother to reference the events of previous episodes, or--especially in the case of kid cartoons--keep character growth in place across the seasons.  Rebels falls closer to Avatar: The Last Airbender in that regard, no surprise given the creative crossover behind the scenes.

All of this is sort of a roundabout way to say I was not expecting us to get into some really serious meaty plot developments seven episodes in.

[Insert Palpatine’s “A surprise to be sure, but a welcome one.” as you please.]

It was really quite a delight to see Rebels striking out with such confidence at big dramatic events early on, and it sticks the landing excellently.

Anyway, apologies for that long rambling prelude, let’s get into the episode proper.

Jhothal always seems a lot smaller in wide shots than it does on ground level.  It throws me.

Sabine is in a much better mood this episode and also seems... unusually interested in what Ezra and Kanan are doing.

She looks very purposefully to the side as she’s following Zeb, takes her helmet off, and stares across the field towards them.  Eyes soft, lips slightly pinched.

Recall if you will that one of the music tracks in the finale is called “Sabine Sees Ezra”.  It’s a bit of an undercurrent theme and visual motif with them.  She sees him.  She’s always kind of quietly watching, observing, noticing things with and about him.  Something I’ve always loved about their interactions is that for all the stubborn walls she has around her own emotions she’s always very dialed in and attuned to Ezra and how he’s feeling.  (And vice-versa.)

More to develop on that end later in the episode. :)

ALSO NO ONE TOUCH ME WITH THE KANERA “You could always see me.” PARALLELS IMMA CRY GKGFSKJH.

Dropping in closer on Kanan and Ezra’s Jedi lesson, and Kanan is trying to teach one of most core fundamental principals of the Force, via a bit of practical Beast Control.

“Step outside yourself.”  “Make a connection.”  “You’re not alone.”  “You’re connected to every living thing in the universe.”  “You have to let your guard down.”

It recalls Obi-Wan’s “Reach out with your feelings.”  In order for Ezra to progress any further in his training, he has to be able to reach out and connect with the Force.  But to do that, he has to let down his self-protective walls and be vulnerable and open, he has to be at peace within himself, he can’t have a messy ball of unprocessed emotions and traumas tangled up inside him.

The Force is your ally, but you have to be open to it.  Let go of the past, of your fears and whatever is holding you back, and make the connection.

It would be a hard enough lesson on a normal day, let alone one this significant for Ezra.

But he’s trying, dammit.

Love that all it takes is a stern, “Excuse me?” from Kanan for Ezra to back down from his outburst and apologize, and explain why he’s having trouble with this particular lesson.

Remember what I said about Ezra’s tendency to hug his arms self-protectively when he’s feeling insecure?

Yeah.

Also, for no particular reason, Loth-kitty meows:

CUUUUUUUUUTE. <3333

Kanan can tell that something’s up with his padawan, and probes.  And Ezra, unlike a certain other emotionally constipated character we could mention (*COUGHANAKINCOUGH*), doesn’t deflect but apologizes again and explains that Empire Day is never a good day for him.

Before we can learn the significance of why, exactly, the plot arrives.  Heralded by the opening notes of the Imperial March and just a bit of the Death Star leitmotif.  (An interesting choice.  An oblique allusion to the idea or element of a theft of secret Imperial plans perhaps?  Tseebo stole valuable information about future construction projects from the Empire and needs to be smuggled to the Rebellion after all.)

Love this shot of Ezra starting to reach for his slingshot.

And this is a new music cue and I like it!

Wow, that TIE pilot just smacked away the drink Jho just made for him, rude.

Not gonna lie, Ezra has a really nice death glare.  Do not get this boy angry.

No really, don’t, it uh... involves the Dark Side.

Imperial propaganda hooray!  Palpatine using old archival footage of himself pre-wrinklification for the holonet broadcast here, projecting himself as haler-looking than he actually is.

Given that Trayvis is actually an Imperial plant, I wonder if his encouraging the citizenry to make trouble was actually a ploy at getting Rebel cells to reveal themselves by protesting.

Kanan letting Ezra go be alone and decline to participate in the shenanigans is remarkably understanding.

Luke’s theme excerpt and then... oh shoot, I know this one but I can’t remember where in the OT score it is.  I think it’s part of the end credits?  Fittingly melancholy anyway.

Ezra kept his old house key. :(

And there’s his theme piping in here.

We know his parents are still alive at this point so this bit is either Force-assisted memory recall of things they said in the past, or the Force taking their voices on to gently spur Ezra into action.

Either way the Force is basically nudging him with a toe like, “C’mon... have character growth.“

I want to know whose idea it was to make the Imperial March into a diagetic (in-universe) song and tweak the harmonies into major key to turn it into a jaunty parade tune because that was genius.

“Governor Pryce sends her regrets.”  Lololol that bitch doesn’t regret ditching her backwater homeworld for a minute, she’s probably already schmoozing with Thrawn right now.

Budget constraints showing just a little bit in the copy/pasted extras there.  (The money went towards the animation in the second half of the two-parter I’ll bet lol.)  Fortunately they don’t linger long on the shot.

Rudor about to have his day ruined personally again. XD

Okay some of the budget probably went into the firework effects, let’s be honest.

It’s so pretty.

Kanan acting drunk to diffuse suspicion is both hilarious and hurtful given the whole former alcoholic thing.

Ezra pretending Kanan is his dad. <3333333

Sabine sounding genuinely concerned when she asks where Ezra went, which immediately makes him light up and tease her.  And Zeb’s the one that scoffs about it, interestingly.

After the events of “Breaking Ranks”, it seems like the Inquisitorius has figured out the Spectre Cell stays pretty close to home base on Lothal and since Grand was already there he’s been lurking.

Man, if Zeb could’ve just aimed a little lower...

Hard to tell what the black marks on Ezra’s house are.  Some of it looks like graffiti but some of looks like carbon scoring.  Or age?  Mold?  Cracks?  IDK.

Either way this whole scene hurts.

Ezra bluntly talking about the sterile facts of his past while shunting away any attempt to go into how he feels about it emotionally.  And meanwhile Kanan is just all:

*CONCERNED DAD NOISES*

Sabine, meanwhile, gets this wonderfully understated look of dismay when Tseebo reveals that it’s Ezra’s birthday.

I kind of wonder if Ezra maybe has a touch of psychometry?  Because him touching significant items like the disc and his house key and hearing voices from the past through the Force seems awfully like he’s experiencing Force Echos.

Fanficcers please write more Cal and Ezra meeting okay, I need it.

One of the biggest questions I still have about Ephraim and Mira is, did they know?  Could they tell?  I like to think they did.  I know it probably wouldn’t matter either way, they still would have spoken out, but I like the extra angst it generates.  Speculating about the fraught conversations they must’ve had--If they speak up will they paint a bigger target on his head?  How long can they hide it?  What could they do to make sure he’s safe should the worst happen to them?

Fanficcers please write Mira and Ephraim escaping with Ezra on The Path AUs, again, I need it.

Sabine makes her way down to call Ezra back up, asks about the disk, and my gosh she has such pretty concerned expressions this episode.

I adore her for this.  Ezra dismisses the disc as probably only having one of his parents’ broadcasts on it and she pockets it anyway, takes a look at what’s on it later.  Was it curiosity or was she hoping to find something encouraging on it to cheer him up with?  Or maybe both?

OH WOW I NEVER PICKED UP ON THE EMPIRE HAVING BLUEPRINTS AND PLANS FOR AN UPGRADED T-7 ION DISRUPTOR.  T-8S, A WHOLE BRAND NEW MODEL.  THAT’S HORRIFYING.

The “five year plan” for Lothal and every other Outer Rim world pinged fandom’s alarms like right away, because Rebels starts five years before the Battle of Yavin, so again, we were all assuming Death Star shenanigans.  Given the whole scope of the show and the construction modules in orbit by the finale I still think it fits.

Since a bunch of other worlds were involved as well, the “five year plan” could very easily be the timeline of when certain milestones of the station needed to be completed, how much raw material needed to come from where and when it needed to be delivered, what parts get built over various worlds, and how many TIEs needed to be manufactured to outfit it.

As the episode established earlier, Lothal is heavily involved in the development and construction of new kinds of TIEs.  Thrawn probably advocated for his Defenders to be made there because of the convenience of the existing factory infrastructure.

That and the fact that there’s a Jedi Temple and an apparently inordinate amount of Force Sensitive kids, and the kyber shipment they disrupted earlier, and Lothal was definitely also supplying kyber crystals for the laser.

LOLOL Tseebo running into walls like a glitching NPC.

Whew the transports are pretty sturdy, it just sheered off the AT-DP’s foot and upended another transport there.

Ezra’s laugh right here is so pure.

I’ve always wondered... where exactly does this highway go?

Underrated Papa Wolf Kanan moment: Kanan just smacking this bike trooper into the wall and wailing on him when he dares to raise a fist towards Ezra.

Oh!  And followed by him yanking that same bike trooper wholecloth out of the transport with the Force and yeeting him into the other one.

*sees bike troopers smack into the street light poles*  Oh they dead.  They 100% dead.

Takes like five shots from the Ghost to upend that pursuing transport, man these things are sturdy.

Holy crap the lighting in this sequence, did y’all notice???

Kanan’s badass leap onto the ramp. <33333

“I have to man to nose guns!”  And yet!  The moment she hears something happening back inside the room with Ezra she turns around.

Stays in the doorway long enough to translate.  And immediately realizes the significance of it.

Cut to black TO BE CONTINUED, I think I might have actually given an indignant Big No the first time I watched this.

One downside of this rewatch, I am noticing all the little moments where character pathways through the Ghost aren’t in cohesion with the actual ship layout.

Inside the galley, and Sabine has still not gone and got on the nose gun despite how supposedly urgent that is lol.  Hera has to yell at her over the comms.

And then Ezra has to poke her about it as well.  But she shoots back because dammit he has a chance to get closure about his past traumas, possibly reconcile with and see his parents again why is he not immediately jumping on this?  Doesn’t he know what she would give to have the same chance?

Ezra insists, through gritted teeth, that he already knows they’re dead, but there’s a flash of vulnerable uncertainty in his eyes.

But he won’t budge, he won’t talk about it, not to Sabine, not yet, and snaps at her to go, giving her his best death glare.  She’s stung a moment but finally gets moving.

But as soon as she’s gone the glare drops off his face and he turns around and shakes Tseebo for the answers and oh my gosh the fear and hurt flickering across his face here sfksjfhk.

Instead of answering, Tseebo starts babbling apologies, because apparently Ezra’s parents entrusted him with looking after Ezra and, for whatever reason, Tseebo couldn’t or wouldn’t take Ezra in.

I know I keep gushing about the animation for people’s expressions on this show but seriously, just watch Ezra’s face here, look at the disgust when Tseebo asks Ezra to forgive him, the tiny jerky little head movements.

He’s so hurt.  And it’s understandable, but it’s the reason why he’s blocked, why he can’t connect.

The Ghost, meanwhile has been trying to outrun TIEs and get into the clear long enough to make hyperspace calculations this whole time.  Modern Disney Lucasfilm sometimes has trouble remembering the franchise’s own technical lore and rules so I’m always appreciative when a writer remembers them.

Ezra does his best repair job to the navicomputer (even though it’s not his specialty) but implant-enhanced Tseebo is the one who actually saves the day, finishing the job in seconds and uploading coordinates directly into the computer.  If that’s what those cybernetic implants are capable of, no wonder the Empire’s fond of them.

Ezra plasters on a smile and hides behind his trademark snark to cope.

Side commentary on technical lore and mechanics because *plays the ~“Everything TLJ did, Rebels did better”~ record on a loop* the way ship tracking usually works in Star Wars is that your tracking device will send out a ping once the ship it’s attached to exits hyperspace, which assumedly beams out your location to the receiver.  You can’t track through hyperspace.  You can travel in hyperspace along the same general trajectory you saw the target ship leaving in (because hyperspace lanes are a thing) but you won’t know where it is specifically until it drops out to realspace, whereupon you can adjust your course accordingly.

The big thing in Last Jedi was supposed to be “Oh no, the Empire First Order can track us through hyperspace, we literally can’t escape them!“ which would have been a neat twist if Rebels had not literally already done that first and better.  The plot device here in Rebels is small, unobtrusive, and can easily be installed by an ace pilot with great aim or by a saboteur who knows all the good hiding spots on a vessel. (Speaking of, was there ever actually a spy in the Resistance Fleet I don’t know if that was ever followed up on?)  It’s not overcomplicated, and it accomplishes the same general effect.

TLJ on the other hand...

...Yeah I’m not going into that mess.

Tl:dr- I cannot stress enough how it’s really really important for your writers to talk to each other.

Off that tangent now.

The first thing we’re treated to in this scene is Sabine and Ezra playing I’m Not Looking At You.

(But I Totally Am)

Sabine’s silent concern is palpable, but she stays quiet.  Kanan, the other person who knows why Ezra’s upset, on the other hand, comes right out and grills Ezra directly.

And Ezra chooses to hide in one of his nicked cadet helmets.  (That Sabine painted for him.)

Kanan dishes more Basic Jedi Lessons 101: You have to be honest about what you’re feeling.  The Jedi practice a common therapy technique called mindfulness, which is all about being aware of your thoughts and feelings and why you’re feeling that way.  Mindfulness is important to help Jedi keep themselves in check, keep a level head about things, and understand themselves, which in turn is what enables them to understand and use the Force.  Serenity within self leads to serenity with the universe.

Needless to say, Ezra--with all his messy complicated feelings, unprocessed trauma, and layers of denial and defensiveness--is having trouble with that right now.  His sharp, “What’s that supposed to mean?!” recalls Anakin in The Phantom Menace, irritably asking the Council, “What does that got to do with anything?”, about the fear of loss they can sense festering inside him.

Kanan discerns the truth, that in spite of what Ezra claims, he does have empathy for Tseebo.  This bit recalls Ezra in the pilot, vehemently denying that he cares about anyone but himself while the selfless heartbeat of the Light still quietly pulses through him.

Ezra points out the reasons he shouldn’t care about Tseebo and that’s when Sabine stands up with her theory that Tseebo volunteered for the implant specifically to make up for all that, and set things right.

That conversation is interrupted--yet again, it’s a running trend with them--by Tseebo announcing that they’re being tracked through hyperspace.

The crew confirm this in the next scene and lore appreciation moment, remembering that forcible ejection from hyperspace is violent and dangerous and could very well destroy your ship.

And also CONTINUITY APPRECIATION, we’re gonna drop by the fyrnocks again! :D

And hinting at the idea that some of the Inquisitors (Grand at least) can track Jedi across distance.  (One wonders if this was how Fifth and Seventh kept finding them.)

Ezra decides to go sulk in the kitchen and Sabine seeks him out.

God I love this scene.

Sabine asks him if he really thinks his parents are dead, Ezra confesses he doesn’t know (more honest already!) but acts like it doesn’t matter and Sabine gets unusually agitated, pushing for Ezra to talk to Tseebo before he goes.

She’s almost personally offended by Ezra’s seeming lack of desire for closure.

(It’s because she understands how much it hurts.)

Don’t mind me I’m just looking at their pretty faces.

Hngl, this is such a wonderful moment of Ezra being guarded and yet vulnerable.  He couldn’t let himself believe his parents would come save him, or he wouldn’t have been strong enough to survive, and this is the part I think Sabine relates to.  She probably had to do something similar after her own family cut her loose.

She still doesn’t want him to leave things unresolved, though, urges him silently with her eyes right here.

HELLO SAD FINALE THEMATIC PARALLEL FEELS HOW YA DOIN’?

Kanan has to stop Sabine from arguing further with small subtle hand gesture, and it’s only then that she backs down.

It’s been pretty quiet in the score up until this scene, but this cue is interesting.  It sounds like a disjointed, fragmented variation on Ezra’s theme, soured, quiet, and hesitant, the melody barely breaking over the background strings.

“Strap in.” To what, Kanan?  These seats don’t have restraints.

Subtle animation appreciation moment: The way Ezra puts a hand over his face apprehensively in the background while Kanan’s talking.

Love how Rebels depicts forcible ejection from hyperspace.

Yeah some of the skimped budget from last episode definitely went into this sequence. XD

The music track we heard associated with the fyrnocks back in “Out of Darkness” creeps back in, returning us mentally right back there.

And Kanan tells Ezra he’s basically throwing him in the deep end, revisiting the lesson he was trying to teach last episode, only in a more mortal peril context.  Fly or Die, as the trope goes.

A bit of undue pressure on Ezra?  Maybe.  But also, Kanan was not going to let anything bad happen to Ezra.  But he has to put Ezra in a situation where there’s the appearance of no other option, to blunt force his way into a breakthrough.  It the same thing he would do down the line with Sabine, to help her work through the mental block that was preventing her from committing to the darksaber.

Ezra timidly confesses that he’s afraid and Kanan praises him for admitting it, HNGL THEY’RE BOTH ALREADY SUCH GOOD JEDI AND THEY DON’T KNOW IT.

I love this scene I love this scene I love this scene SO MUCH.

First off!  The animation is really pretty in an understated way, not so much about the colors or light/dark balance (though the eerie glowing effect of the fyrnock eyes in the darkness is great) but again, the character animation and how much emotion and story it tells.

Ezra nervously peeking as he tries to connect, the panic that hits his eyes as his head whips around, realizing they’re surrounded.

Second!  This scene is so cathartic.

Kanan is already right there, ready to step in and take over.

Pushing at Ezra to mentally work through why he’s afraid, what he’s afraid of.  To let go.

Let go of the fear, the anger, the hurt, let go of all the barriers preventing you from reaching out.

And Ezra realizes he’s not afraid of the creatures, he’s afraid of the truth, afraid to face that potential loss all over again.  The Force ring sound effect chimes out, across the galaxy Tseebo’s mind suddenly clears and...

Ezra’s unique ability to connect, blocked by fear and unlocked through forgiveness.

Kanan looks so proud asgaksjh.

(A little bit astonished it worked so well too.  Lol.)

Back with Hera, dropping Tseebo off with the Rebellion, and a nice little bit of a follow-through with Sabine asking snarkily if they can meet Fulcrum now and being quietly disappointed but accepting when Hera says no.

It’s really sweet how Tseebo wasn’t even trying to access Imperial secrets, he just wanted to find his friends. <333

Hera hears what Tseebo knows but because of the semi-episodic nature of this show (and certain plot developments later in the episode), the answers to that mystery are tabled until Season Two, when it’s revealed that Kanan and Hera have been looking for the Bridgers the whole time.

Oh but because they didn’t tell Ezra they were looking that means they were keeping secrets and that makes them horrible peop--*shot*

And now it’s time for my other other favorite scene of this episode. :)

The rhythmic percussion of an Imperial leitmotif accompanies Grand’s arrival at Fort Anaxes, flaring into the chorals of the Inquisitor’s theme.  Grand looks suitably intimidating.

Between episodes he’s apparently received instructions to take them in alive, as opposed to “Rise of the Old Masters” when he was happily ready to just kill them.

‘Course personally I think whether or not an Inquisitor kills you right away versus captures you for Mustafar depends largely on their mood in the moment.

Surprise!

Once again, connected through the Force, Kanan and Ezra move perfectly in sync, mirror-matching each other’s pose, expressions, and movement.

The soundtrack flares with a new melody here, overlayed over the chorals of Grand’s intimidating leitmotif.  Kanan fares a LOT better this round, lighter on his feet, deflecting, redirecting the Inquisitor’s force and momentum, more confident in his Soresu.

Please appreciate how serene Ezra looks here with me.

The Grand Inquisitor still quickly overpowers Kanan, temporarily knocking him out of the fight.

Ezra’s eyes snap open and he rushes over, effortlessly Force Pull-ing Kanan’s saber to him (he’s already come so far from when he started!) and steps in front of the Inquisitor bravely.

*YOINK*

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Frick this is such a good shot.

Also not to run off into the weeds here but... given what happens moments later I kind of think this red-blue contrast is deliberate color symbolism.

They put Ezra on the literal ledge of a cliff for his big Dark Side moment after all.

Ungh this moment has such GOOD ANIMATION I can’t do it justice with the screencaps at all.

Just how the Force ring sound effect kind of goes off tune and all the tiny little rocks and pebbles start floating up and absolute icy fury in Ezra’s eyes, the feral way his mouth and shoulders curl, how tightly he clenches his teeth and fists, the way the great big mama fyrnock rises up from behind him...

Kanan’s soft horror. :(

Ezra’s movements almost mirror the fyrnocks, his eyes flare when it roars, he practically vibrates with rage beside it.

Even the Inquisitor is like, “Huh.  Okay.  Ooops.”

Ezra sics the mama on Grand, struggles to hold onto the overwhelming rush of Dark Side energy flowing through him for a moment, and then he loses his grip on it, eyes rolling up and falling over, senseless.  And the loose pebbles drop just as lifelessly to the ground.

Something to point out, Ezra tapping into the Dark Side here was dangerous primarily because his body literally physically could not handle it.

Like, even leaving aside all the other hazards of tapping into the Dark Side, that’s horrifying.

Ezra, wide open to the Force, couldn’t control his fear and anger and lashed out, left himself vulnerable.  The Dark Side rushed in and dumped a lot of raw power through him when he wasn’t ready for it (because it’s fast easy access to a lot of power very quickly, at the cost of yourself), and his body gave out and rejected it.

The junior novelization of this episode confirms that for a moment or two after this, when Kanan goes to check on him, Ezra wasn’t breathing.

No wonder the poor man looks so worried and frightened.

Can’t emphasize this enough, Ezra almost died.  The Dark Side almost killed him the first time he touched it.

Aaaaand that is why the Jedi teach mindfulness and emotional control. XD  If you aren’t in control of your emotions when you tap into the Force, your emotions will control and then consume you.

Subtle animation appreciation moment: Kanan holding his side from where the Inquisitor kicked him as he runs up to Ezra.

Kanan books it for the Phantom with his fortunately-still-breathing padawan as the soundtrack tolls with pounding bass notes of doom, leaving the Inquisitor pissed and foreshadowing the reason why he later drops himself into a ship reactor.

Cue this heartwarming conversation between our boys, in which Kanan once again feel waaaay out of his depth, scrambling just to keep ahead of Ezra as his abilities grow by leaps and bounds, and realizing just how unprepared they both are for this.

Kanan doesn’t even judge Ezra for tapping into the Dark Side or yell at him or scold him or anything, speaking gently and taking the blame on himself instead for not warning Ezra properly.

Ezra’s Troubled Fetal Position this whole conversation hurts.  He looks so small. T_T

Hera sounds really relieved that they’re all right.

And Sabine’s brows noticeably pinch with worry when she spots Ezra.  The smile falls right off her face.

:(

Ezra goes to be alone in the nose gun and Sabine approaches him, commiserating about how it’s been “a rough couple of days” before gifting him with something:

The disc that Ezra dismissed, that she picked up anyway and took a look at, and then painstakingly cleaned up simply because Ezra was having a really bad birthday and she wanted to make it a little better.

The warm lighting is really pretty in this scene.  Soft and comforting.  This moment always feels like a calming balm after the drama of the episode.

I dare any of y’all to find another moment when Sabine’s smile is this tender and sweet.

Her prettiest smiles always seem reserved for him.

And it’s just what he needs to cheer up and feel better, look at him he’s practically glowing.

Ezra’s theme, mellow and warm, closes us out of course.

Gah, this two-parter is some of my favorite material of the season.  Seven episodes in (eight if you count “Spark of Rebellion” as two) and there’s already been so much character development and growth, so much backstory, so many unveiled layers and depths to this crew; they’ve been put through the wringer and come out stronger.

Some of the best animation of Season One is in the climax of “Gathering Forces”, which is a serious No Context Signature Scene candidate.  Every time I look at it there’s something new to notice.

I think this was the last episode I watched for my first initial binge and boy it was not enough to stop here.

(Fortunately the husband had waited until he could buy the whole first season on home video, no months-long hiatus involved. :) )

I dunno if I even have anything else to say, these episodes are amazing, I love them, I love how Kanan and Ezra’s relationship grows, I love the Sabezra moments, I love the animation and the tightly-written story, I love all of it.

It’s great.

The highlights of the season continue tomorrow!

[strlstlvr]

ERASE, a yang jungwon smau ♡

TRACK FOUR. cry for love (written)

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jungwon pov.

jungwon honestly never expected to see you again.

from the way things ended it felt like you had completely slipped from his fingers, permanently erased from his world.

he says he doesn’t, but there’s a part of him that knows he’s lying not only to other people but mainly to himself.

the thought of “what went wrong?” clouded his mind every night since you guys ended things.

why else would he never tell his friends that the girl they recently talk so much about, was none other than the girl he thought he’d marry.

jay is the only person who knows about you and jungwon, and he plans on keeping it that way per jungwon’s request.

when jay and jungwon met they clicked almost instantly.

although their traits were different, the connection had felt like long lost brothers.

jungwon seemed more comfortable and relaxed mentioning something about his new girlfriend.

at the time, you two had only barely gotten together, so any proof of you two together wasn’t anywhere to be found.

park didn’t listen much though, he was too busy staring at someone from afar.

jongsung knew he had heard your name before.

he was never sure from where but he felt deep down he had to get to know you, even if it was just as friends.

it wasn’t hard to find you though, it seems as though you and him had a mutual friend, jungwon.

he stalked your twitter for a bit, no signs of a romantic parter, mostly photos of you and your friend group.

finally he pressed follow, not soon after he got the notification.

y/n m/n followed you back!

afterwards it felt like he was seeing you all the time now, finally realizing you two had a class together.

ah, so that’s why she followed me back so quickly.

he was wrong though, anytime someone follows your twitter you ask about them to any moots you have in common.

“hey won, do you know who this guy is?”

“oh him? yeah he’s that guy i was telling you about!’” he says as his eyes squint with excitement,

“i know he might look like a douche but he isn’t”

and so you follow him back.

jay was interested, something about you pulled him in like magnet

y/n, the name was so familiar but he couldn’t figure it out, no matter how hard he tried.

he figured maybe it was because your teacher always called out names of students to make sure they were present.

he never internalized it too deeply.

after class one day, he finally decided to go up and talk to you.

more like ask you on a date so he could get to know you better,

“y/n right?” he says as he tapped your shoulder.

“yeah! and you’re park right? we just became twitter mutuals?”

every time you had a question you tilted your head to the side, he noticed.

“yeah that’s me” he answers, laughing a bit.

there’s a bit of silence between you two before you both hear someone yelling your name.

once jay focuses, he realizes it’s the cat looking boy he had met only a few days prior.

he turns back to you, your eyes lit up at the sight of the younger boy.

“you two finally met!”

now it’s jay’s turn to tilt his head, what did he mean ‘finally’?

that thought vanishing once he peered down at your fingers intertwined with his.

so this where i heard your name so many times from

“of course, you talked so much about her at this point i know more about her than you yang”

jungwon turned pink but you laughed.

“anyways! now that we’re all familiar we should all hang out sometime, whenever you’re free of course hyung”

“i’m sure we could figure something out”

jungwon was grateful for jay, he was glad to have had someone around during and after the breakup.

he was a mess and he knew it too, he would lash out on jay but he always apologized after.

eventually the older boy got tired of the moping and anger coming from him and gave him the most serious talk of his life.

afterwards, he learned to cope in ways that didn’t effect others.

music became his escape, while he did sports and taekwondo to release anger, he sang to release sadness and longing.

every time he had his headphones on there was only one song ever playing.

cry for love by baekhyun.

“i used to be so in love”

A/N ! a written chapter🤩 what do we think?? i’m sorry for how little this smau gets updated now but i think i’ve found my groove again (gotta get that groove back) 💗💗

TAGLIST ! @fadedluvv @ifearjwn @yyumiii1 @woncheecks

[lovelywingsart]

//AU// Warning (pt. 1)

-- Karl Heisenberg X OC (AFAB, She/They) --

Yup, you read that right- a two parter! Because I couldn't decide on how to do this. :'D Ah well.

Maybe not the best, but like I said, I'm blowing through these decently easily now! So hopefully there will be more soon! ^^

This one also had a small plot hole but here's hoping Clever Writing™️ covered it up ALSHSGDLAFH-

**Remember, check out the Masterlist for more! <3**

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Warnings?: Bargaining, injury, mild mention of child endangerment (might add more later when I'm not completely exhausted ALSJAKSF-)

Summary: A bargain with one father leads to a test of trust with another. From mercy to warnings, the fight for their lives has only just begun; and they have a long way to go.

Emelia fell to her knees with a *thud*, her breaths coming as short, pained wheezes. It hurt... Everything hurt... The bullets that pierced her skin had left her bleeding along with the somewhat healing knife wounds that still throbbed with each beat of her heart, sending her body into shock.

She couldn't. She couldn't fight anymore. If she did, she knew what would happen. If she did, she knew she'd-

Her thoughts were halted as another mix of sounds pricked her ears- sounds that brought instant tears to her eye as she attempted to keep herself still and upright, desperate to allow herself to heal quicker.

Shuffling steps, and a reloaded gun.

She looked up at Ethan, the solemn look on his face giving away his reluctance to pull the trigger his finger currently rested on, even if the gun wasn't facing her entirely.

"... Don't make me do this..." he said quietly, his own voice hoarse from exhaustion and pain.

Suddenly, she broke.

All she could think of... all she could see was her son. His face, his fear, his own worry for his parents even as the place was falling around him.

The father jerked back as she let out a sudden, choked sob.

"... Please..." she managed, her voice weak and wavering despite still being warped. "Please don't hurt him..."

Ethan stared at her, a look of near pity on his face as her body trembled. She didn't want to cry... She didn't want to beg. She didn't want to seem at all weak in front of this man on the off chance he wouldn't let her go- but it was all she could muster up the energy to do. It was all her body and brain would allow with her son at the forefront of her mind.

"... I don't want to." He spoke quietly, his own voice wavering just slightly. "I just want my daughter back."

"And we want freedom...!!" Emelia looked up, her voice holding a scared desperation. "I didn't lie to you, Winters!! I have too much to lose to die by the likes of you...!"

"Then why did you-"

"You were after him!!" She cut him off, choking back another sob. "I can't let you hurt him... We've been hiding long enough, he doesn't deserve this...!"

She stared up at him with a bright eye, tears streaming down her cheek. He glanced at her mutated arm as she finally let her head fall and brought her arms to her face in frustration, slowly lowering the weapon and taking his finger off the trigger. It was a damn near pitiful sight, really... The one who fought him so harshly moments prior curling in on herself in a broken, scared mess. The one who he knew could kill him with ease if he wasn't careful, more so than the others. She was small, but she was strong- far stronger than he expected out of a mere 'assistant', as she claimed to be... Almost enough to be a Lord herself, and he found himself wondering why she wasn't.

He was silent before taking in his own wavering breath.

"Convince him to leave." He said, and she looked at him again. "The place is coming down and Chris may be around... Get the hell out of here because he'll kill you both. I can only do so much to talk to him."

She stared at him once more, though felt a sudden rush of panic once his words settled in her mind.

Go. GO. She had to GO.

Ethan took a few steps back as she suddenly jumped up with a pained sob, nearly tripping on her own feet as she bolted around the corner and out of the room.

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Pain.

There was so much pain.

Everything hurt as she ran, through the halls tripping over boxes and tools of fallen Haulers. The scent of her own blood was all she could smell. It was all she could taste as she ran, skidding around corners and falling every now and then as she began to feel lightheaded from exhaustion and blood loss. She was healing, but not fast enough... Her current movement prevented her from relaxing to the point of healing properly, constantly reopening some of the slashes on her body as the movement prevented a majority of the scabbing.

Another turn led to a small corridor in which she could hear small swearing and shuffling; the sounds stopped as she tripped again, letting out a grunting whimper before she stood up. A few more steps brought her to one of the many workshops where she could nearly feel the rage and power ebbing off of the man who turned to her with a shocked expression.

"K-... K-Karl..." she managed, watching his face twist from shock to horror once she came into full view.

"Emmy?!"

He rushed over almost immediately as he spoke, reaching out as she stumbled forward once more and landed in his arms. He held her close as he helped her down carefully, shushing gently as he eased her against the wall. He nearly flinched with every whimper she made, though managed to hide it well... Mostly.

"Karl-" she wheezed, keeping a tight grip on the front of his jacket as she felt his gloved hands grab her face. She winced as he moved her head from side to side, his own panic growing as he took in the damage.

"What the fuck did he do to you?!" He asked near desperately, but she let out a low, pained groan before trying to shift.

"G-... Go... we have to go-"

"I'll fucking kill him-"

"W-We have to-"

She was interrupted by a near enraged snort as he suddenly stood, his mood shift even startling her as his anger made itself known. It didn't take her long to notice the moving metallic objects around them, the smallest screws even vibrating rapidly in their places as the larger pieces gave off waves of his power. Emelia shook her head as he took a step back, pushing herself forward in attempts to stand.

"Karl, please...!!!" she managed, letting out another choked sob. The sound made him freeze as he turned to look at her. "We... We need to go... Please... Where is-"

"I told him to hide." Heisenberg replied quietly, finally returning to kneel in front of her after taking a few breaths. "You two go. I'm taking care of this."

There was a sinking feeling in her stomach as he spoke, and her face fell. She began to shake her head rapidly, reaching for his arm. She couldn't let him go, she couldn't-

"No, nonono- No, come with us, please- PLEASE, Karl-" she nearly begged, more panic rising to her chest with each word. But he remained silent, only leaning down to bring her in a tight hug.

She let another sob escape as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders with pained whimpers, pressing her face to his neck.

"... Run." He whispered suddenly, and she froze.

"Wh-" she tried, stopping as he pulled away enough to press his forehead to hers while more tears streamed down her cheeks. There was a dangerous resolve in his eyes that while she wasn't entirely familiar with, she knew what it was almost immediately-

And it scared the hell out of her.

"I told him to hide... He's in the workshop near the Foundry. Get him and run as fast as you fucking can. Get to the cabin and wait for me."

He spoke sternly and scarily calm, and she didn't have time to reply before he held her face and pressed his lips to hers in a heavy kiss too quick for her to return. But just as quickly as he moved in, he had stood and turned away towards the door.

"I-I-... K-Karl- Karl WAIT-" she begged, only seeing a small hesitation in his movements for a moment before he silently rounded the corner with purpose.

And so she was left alone again, her heart pounding in her ears and throbbing throughout her body. She forced herself to stay immobile for a few seconds, allowing herself to heal enough to even be safe to move. It wasn't long until she sucked in a breath, however, her muscles trembling as she forced herself to stand before suddenly bolting off through another doorway. While her concern for him was overwhelming, she only allowed herself to focus on the new task at hand; The same one she had trusted him with a short time prior, though right now there was much more at stake than she had realized-

She had to find their son, and fast.

[xsoulxsilencex]

Looks like Zwijo's the true "winner" of ep 98 in several ways. He got his last duel against Yudias, he even defeated him (with the (emotional) support of his henchmen) and then could leave this world like he wanted. Maybe that's why I don't find his death that sad?

I still think we should've gotten a 2-parter. Not for the duel itself (that had enough good back and forth) but so we had more time for other scenes/dialogs.

Like am I the only one who would've liked to see some talk between Dinois and Mitsuko after the former was caught by the latter? Ngl, I was a little disappointed how they didn't appear until Zwijo's legs gave up. Sure it's nice how both supported him but considering how long it took them to arrive where Zwijo and co. were, they could've done some little talking. After all, these two aren't exactly on good terms with each other so it would've been interesting to see them "making up" and then be there for the guy they both like.

Mitsuko in general was kinda interesting here. We knew before that she wanted to meet Zwijo to tell him something. But in the end, not only did she bring him his right-hand woman (whom she couldn't stand but she still saved her from falling) back but also didn't care for any personal talk but held his arm to support and smile along with him. I've seen several jpn fans praising her for simply being there for Zwijo instead of doing what she had initially planned. So she put Zwijo above herself. That's nice and considerate but now I wonder: Will Mitsuko ever get the chance to tell Zwijo what she wanted him to know? I do believe in him returning one day (season 3 completely without Zwijo? I doubt that) but that doesn't mean that Go Rush will actually care to have a scene of them having a proper talk without any negative feelings involved. Like I really want them to talk and just have a good relationship again, no matter if it ends in them being just friends or actually more.

I'm a bit surprised how Yuhi and Yuamu didn't shed a tear at all. Yes, there were moments where they looked like they're close to cry but in the end, they never did. Not for Valvelgear (I really thought Yuhi would react more considering he was very close with Valvelgear) nor for Zwijo. Besides Yudias, it's just Tazaki and Damamu crying. Speaking of Damamu: I still don't get why he has this good relationship with Zwijo. Like he was happy to see him, happy to lend him some power and then very emotional when seeing him die. But why? Yeah, Zwijo started to actually ask him for his power from arc 5 on but before, he would just take it without consent. So at least for me, Damamu being so emotional about Zwijo is a little strange.

The episode ended with Yudias crying Zwijo's name with tears in his eyes - just to have the preview showing him all happy with the others in the Nanahoshi theme park. I swear, this feels just weird. Not saying that Yudias should start his depression arc now but he seems genuinely happy in the preview as if nothing bad had happen before. Some think he might just pretend that he's fine but Idk about that. Yudias isn't good at hiding his true feelings and he's known for being very honest. So I do think he's laughing and having fun for real.

Now that we get counterparts for Nanaho's henchmen, there's a good chance that we will se her own counterpart soon too. After all, one of the dudes was holding a puppet (?) that looks like her. I do wonder why the Nanahoshi theme park is suddenly relevant. Will we finally get to know more about the Nanahoshi family? Will Yuga be a topic considering he has visited that place before in Sevens? I still expect him to show up and talk with Yudias before the arc is over...

[thistle-and-thorn]

End of Year Fic Review

hi hi hi thank you for tagging @charmtion and @winterrose527 and @chispas-and-broken-bindings

what's your ao3 account?

thistleandthorn

2. how many words did you write in total in 2022?

174,284 (although I have stuff in my drafts that would bump my number up significantly)

3. how many fics did you publish in 2022 // multi-chapter vs. one-shots?

I published 6 new fics; all of which were multi chapter…though midnights was thirteen one-shots with the same pairing but all very different. So I don’t know how to count that?! Anywhere between 6-19 😂😂

4. what was your longest-fic // shortest fic?

My longest fic and I actually can’t believe this is…echo…my toxic lesbian dubcon fic at over 23,000 words. It’s only two chapters lolol. I have a lot, and I mean a lot, of feelings about lesbian pirates. My shortest is the whole world shimmers which is a fic that holds my whole heart. It’s also a two parter and really (uncharacteristically?) romantic and just basically two love letters folded up and put inside of the two characters who have become the playthings for all my emotions.

5. what was your most popular // least popular?

By kudos? crows + locusts (famine-apocalypse-sad marriage fic) and float (more toxic lesbian dubcon pirates) are tied for last place. These are not surprising to me!

6. what fic didn't perform as well as you thought it would?

The fic that performed the most strangely is the many crushed red flowers. I’ve talked about this before but the fluctuation in subs on that fic is deeply entertaining to me. I think, generally, though—though there’s some new faces and talents and so much good content being made this year…Sanrion, which is the main ship that I produce content for, is just getting smaller? I notice, overall, that people aren’t as active as they used to be! And that’s more than okay but I have had to adjust my expectations for what is realistic in engagement, especially for fics that are really focused on the relationship itself and don’t have a bigger plot and wider appeal to people who aren’t interested primarily in the ship?

7. what fic performed way better than you thought it would?

Oh! I’m always surprised by how my fic does. Any fic that I plan out and think will be popular bombs and any fic that I write at 2am while eating chips and wine and crying does really well. I was surprised that midnights had a small but mighty group of consistent commenters that stuck with it…daily…for two weeks. And I’m always surprised by the continued interest in some long-time, slow to update WIPs like from eden or the ice maiden series.

8. what was your favorite fic you wrote in 2022?

Are you???? Asking???? Me???? To???? Choose???? Between??? My??? Children????

9. what was your favorite fic that somebody else wrote in 2022?

oh!!! So many!! Too many!! Is this insanely selfish to say…but I got three really lovely gifts this year and they were my favorite 🥸

charm wrote me a really lovely gift (TW because you’ll become obsessed) called this year which is precious to me and is just everything that is best about her writing and and imagination and made me scream in the grocery store when I got the notification and I’m very possessive over it. (It’s all about the *dichotomy of their dynamic!!!!*) and then Attonitos wrote me two gifts!!! and I very much love them. One is called in the gold room where everyone finally gets what they want (TW for kink and sexual content) and it’s a very moving exploration of sexuality and it made me cry and get horny and everyone in the whole world should read it. And then the oceans fic…which also made me cry (TW for suicide and suicidal ideation) and I love it.

I don’t read and comment on as much fic as I used to?!?! I don’t have the time anymore, frankly, and so I have a TBR and a to be commented list the length of my arm. Ask me again in 2023 when I’ve caught up 😂

10. tag your friends so they can play as well!

Omg tagging makes me so anxious okay okay okay: @attonitos-gloria @coffeeandorange @queen0fthenorth @st-clements-steps

*dies from shyness with tagging being my last act upon this earth*

[thetimecrystal]

for gifmaker year in review! 9, 13, 14, and 20!

gifmaker year in review!

9 - Did you notice a mistake in a gifset you made once it was posted? Did you fix it or prayed no one noticed?

luckily not this year! only time this has happened to me was for a fan event in an old fandom, where i needed to quickly refix it and hope no one noticed lmfao

13 - What gifset was the most satisfying to finish?

except for my neverender gifset which was an absolute trouble child, i was really glad to have finished these busy p gifs! i wasn't giffing for a bit during univrsity stress, and just finishing gifs was a struggle during the summer

14 - What gifset was the most difficult to make?

as mentioned previously. that neverender gifset, oh my god. it made my photoshop die and corrupted multiple gifs as i was working on them, making it so i had to redo a couple. all while listening to a two parter podcast about columbine and crying. dunno why i did this to myself

20 - What’s something you are expecting to gif in the upcoming year?

most of the same! justice, hopefully, and whatever else fandoms that come along for me to obsess over!

[faithandfairies]

The Drawback of Hope Unadressed

Well, that’s that then. 

I mean, the two parter was good storytelling on its own. It really was. Everything fit well together.

I adored  the whole belief plot and Regina’s role in it.

I loved Emma coming back of her own volition because Henry believed in her and she believed in Henry and wanted to be the person Henry wanted her to be. And actually taking action in that direction. That is what made all the difference. It’s not enough to be willing. You have to act on it consistently.

Which is why I just can’t condone Captain Swan in something I watch. Not in the way it’s presented. As a happy ending.

And I know they called it a happy beginning and not a happy ending. So it means that at some point Hook and Emma may realize that they’re not good for each other. 

But right now? What the show has done? Through its work it has perpetuated that lying to the person you love consistently, repeatedly without change even after having been given so many chances, making choices for them that are not good for them, hurting them deliberately, using things they told you in confidence against them as insults and to hurt them in new and inventive ways, that all of this is acceptable. And the perfect foundation for marriage. A union the family that supposedly loves you supports.

And it’s a mistake on such a fundamental level. Because these are fairy tales. They’re supposed to teach us, children, young, impressionable children about the world. About what good in the world looks like and how to differentiate it from the bad. And by taking them on you made that your job. Your responsibility. To carry on the work.

And let me tell you now, YOU. HAVE. FAILED. Because instead you took bad and dressed it up as good. You took a in reality often fatal ending and dressed it up as a happy ending, my bad, beginning. And you did it using fairy tales in a medium everyone has access to attached to a name everyone trusts. Fairy tales that when coming from Disney are all about real happy endings. They’re supposed to show you what a happy ending looks like. Especially for people who don’t know because they’ve never seen one in their immediate surroundings. 

And just calling it a happy beginning doesn’t take away that in regards to the show it is an ending. One that gives a completely distorted view on what a healthy romantic relationship is supposed to look like through one of its main female characters, Emma. On what a healthy parent-child relationship is supposed to look like. In a world where people are already prone to think that’s what they look like. 

And yes, this show may preach hope, but what it also needs to get across is that sometimes “Hope” isn’t enough. Jim Carrey said once “Hope is a beggar”. And he was right. Because hope can kill. It’s the thing that makes people hold on to things they should let go of. It’s what makes them settle when they deserve better, when they can do better. What makes them stay in situations that will never get better. That are harmful to them and could eventually be fatal. 

And that is exactly how it was used here. As glue to hold a relationship together that should never last. So, while I think the show is great, I think it’s time to give up hope that it will ever have the guts to send the complete message it needs to. 

That of being honest with yourself on which battles are worth fighting and worth winning. To know the definition of winning for you and when losing is actually the best way you can win. They did it in metaphors. But neglected to do it in one of the most important, most obvious ways. That of their romantic relationship(s). Because when it comes to fairy tales happily ever afters in the form of romantic relationships have been the focus for a long time. So by definition by making one that should never be a happy ending the happy focus near the end and keeping it intact they made it a fundamental part of the show’s happy ending.

And I’m not okay with that. Nothing in this actual two parter finale made me cry, but that did. Once the full meaning of this ending hit me it did. Because I may know better, but there are so many impressionable youngsters who don’t. There are even adults like me who may not know better. And will use this show, this ending, to validate a relationship that could ultimately get them killed. And I am sad for them. Because this is the message they’re getting from a show about fairy tales that are used by children everywhere to learn about what happy endings look like. Where they may either have no idea what it is supposed to look like or already have so many bad examples where the last thing they need is another.

And that’s not okay. 

What made it even worse is that the subtext is always there. Ever present. That last scene looked like the Last Supper. And we all know what came after that...

Ultimately maybe it’s time for me to let go of hope and choose honesty.

[p0und-cake]

The Dead Kid’s Brother and the Freak (Part Two)

Part One - Part Three

eddie munson x male!hargrove!reader

STRANGER THINGS SEASON FOUR SPOILERS

plot summary - this is a three parter! first part is about how reader and eddie met, second is how they got together, third is the reader being infected with vecna’s curse !

warnings - mention of death, mention of attempted unaliving, mention of homophobia, censored f slur, cursing, mentions of abuse, mentions of drinking/alcohol, implied sexual themes

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Ever since meeting Eddie Munson at the quarry, things progressively got better. You’d discovered Mike Wheeler, Dustin Henderson, and Lucas Sinclair were apart of the Hellfire Club. They were a little hesitant in playing Dungeons and Dragons with their friend’s older sibling, but Eddie practically made them let you play. You worked with Eddie in coming up with a cool character, learning the rules of the game along the way. And it turns out, you were pretty fucking good. You ended up helping the party out of some pretty sticky situations.

Pretty soon, Eddie got you a Hellfire Club shirt, and you couldn’t be more happy. You finally felt apart of something. You had somewhere to call home. Somewhere where you actually belonged. You felt happy there. You hadn’t expected to actually make friends with Mike, Lucas, and Dustin, but you did. You and Dustin were pretty close. Of course, no friendship you made with the other members of Hellfire compared to you and Eddie. Eddie practically became your lifeboat. He would occasionally check in to make sure you were feeling okay, but he never was suffocating about it. This boy just seemed so…perfect. Yeah, he may still be in school after being held back and not graduating, but he really did care about you and you cared about him.

This was part of why your heart just ached for him while you sat at Skull Rock late at night. You tried not to think about it, sitting at the top of the rock and staring at the stars. You were of course thankful for the group helping you two out, but why did it have to be one of the sweetest people in Hawkins that was getting framed? Eddie may look absolutely fucking insane (he kind of is sometimes) but Eddie Munson would never hurt a fly. It was a little cliche to say, but nobody else knew Eddie like you did. You knew how sweet he was, and how caring he was for others.

You couldn’t imagine the guilt he felt too. You, his boyfriend, were getting roped into this heinous situation and there was nothing he could do about it. You had heard whispers after Billy had died. You’d heard a couple people at his funeral say you did it instead of the ‘mall fire’ killing him. You wanted to tell Eddie everything, now that he knew about the Upside Down, but it was just so hard to think about.

You were pulled out of your thoughts by Eddie, who had climbed up the rock and was now hovering over you.

“I was getting lonely down there, Hargrove.” He hummed, trying to keep the shakiness out of his voice. He was scared out of his mind, but he didn’t want you to know that. “What’s up?”

“I dunno…just thinking, I guess.” You sat up and breathed out, letting him just take a seat in your lap. Your hands found their way to Eddie’s, lightly playing with the rings on his fingers.

“Heh…it’s weird, isn’t it?”

“What is?”

“This is where you asked me out, ‘member?”

He was right. This was where the both of you got together. At this very spot.

“Wow…you’re right, Ed. Although it was more of a demand than a request.” You chuckled a bit, the memory playing through your head. “That felt like so long ago. The last time I cried that hard was when we first met at the quarry.”

“Mmm…yeah. You look pretty when you cry.” He said absentmindedly, making you smile.

“Maybe I should cry more.”

“Wait- that’s not what I meant-!” He panicked, and he would have definitely tried to apologize if you hadn’t kissed him to shut him up. His muscles untensed and he calmly kissed back. It occurred to you that you hadn’t kissed him in a while. Sure, you kissed his knuckles or his forehead to try to reassure him or calm him down, but you hadn’t fully kissed him since before Chrissy’s death.

You pulled away when you couldn’t breathe anymore, but Eddie just pulled you right back in. Almost like he needed more. You understood pretty quickly once you felt soft tear droplets fall onto your shirt. He was crying. Eddie never usually…cried. Once you caught him crying after a nightmare he had once, but that felt like a while ago.

You kissed Eddie for as long as he needed, which you didn’t exactly keep track of how long that was. When he pulled away, he clung to you and nuzzled his tear-stained face into your neck like a child clinging to their mother.

“I’m…so, so sorry.” He whispered, his voice like a heartbroken little boy’s. “I never meant to get you wrapped up in this…fucking mess. Not after what you went through. You don’t deserve any of this shit.”

“Oh…I know, I know.” Your voice was a hushed whisper, moving him into a cradling position. He always liked it when you held him like this. “None of this is your fault, okay? We were both just in the wrong place at the wrong time. Maybe that would have happened to Chrissy either way. You had no way of knowing.” You knew your words wouldn’t make anything completely better, but he needed to know nothing was his fault. You gently ran your fingers through his wild hair, kissing the top of his head.

Eddie cried softly for a little longer, pulling away when he was done. His angelic face was red and his eyes were puffy, so you kissed all over it. He chuckled a little and pulled his face away more.

“Don’t be too loud, idiot.” He hummed, going back to sitting on your lap.

“Oh yeah, yeah.” You laughed softly, ruffling his hair.

“…you remember how our first kiss was on top of this rock?” He hummed. “The first time you actually opened up to me was here, too.”

“Yeah, I ‘member.” You chuckled. This rock was so important to the both of you.

Susan had been drinking that night, and Max had shut herself in her room. It had been about nine months since Billy had died, and Eddie knew that. You were about to just clock out, but there was a little rapping on your window.

“Hargroooove…open up…” The unmistakable voice of Eddie Munson was muffled from outside your window. It was almost embarrassing how quick you jumped from your bed and went to the window, opening it.

“Eddie, you goof, why are you here?” You chuckled, trying to be quiet. “Just because you live across the street from me doesn’t mean you can come Romeo and Juliet me or whatever.”

“What? Why not?” Eddie pouted. “I just wanna see you.”

“Well, not in here. Susan and Max aren’t in the greatest of moods.”

“Then come on..!” Eddie grabbed you by the wrist and carefully tugged you of the window. “I wanna take you somewhere.” He shut your window quietly, ignoring your questions as he dragged you to his van.

You tried to hide a smile as you hopped into the passenger seat. You turned on the radio as Eddie drove off, cranking the volume up like the two of you liked, not noticing Eddie’s fond smile.

He parked near Lovers’ Lake, and led you into the woods nearby, holding your hand.

“I hope you aren’t about to murder me.” You joked, hoping it was too dark for him to see your red face.

“Ah shit, you caught me.” He said, before swooping you up into his arms. He was surprisingly strong. “Gotcha!!”

You yelped out, your yell soon morphing into laughter as Eddie ran with you through the woods.

“You weirdo, what are you doing?!” You exclaimed, cackling with no shame as Eddie carried you.

“We’re here!” He announced.

“I can’t see, jackass.” You huffed out, considering he had thrown you over his shoulder. Eddie turned around, not bothering to put you down. You saw a huge rock in the shape of a skull. “Isn’t this that place where people come to make out?”

“That’s not what we’re doing, dumbass.” He sassed, putting you down finally and climbing on top of the rock. You brushed yourself off and climbed up with him.

“The view is really pretty.” You commented as you looked at the stars.

“Yeah…it really is.” Eddie softly said, and you turned to face him only to discover he wasn’t looking at the stars. He was looking at you. You blinked and looked away with a clear of your throat.

“So, Munson. Why’d you take me here at however late at night?”

“I dunno, you just seemed kinda down lately.” Eddie shrugged, pulling his legs into a criss-cross position. “I figured you would appreciate this.”

Your face turned even redder. “That’s…really nice of you.” You stammered out. “Thank you.” How could he read you so perfectly? Or maybe he was the only one that gave a shit. You both were silent for a while, before Eddie pulled out a walkman from his inner jacket pocket and started playing some music. He knew you hated things being quiet.

“Hey…Eddie?”

“Yeah?”

“Why did you stop me from jumping off the quarry?”

Eddie blinked, obviously not expecting that. “What?”

“Why did you stop me? You had no clue who the hell I was, but you stopped me.”

“Who wouldn’t stop someone from jumping off the edge of a quarry?” Eddie said, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “You just…looked like you were in so much pain. I couldn’t ignore that. Yeah, I didn’t know who the hell you were, but what kind of a person would I be if I just let you jump?”

You were silent, letting your mind think back to that day. You didn’t get to think about it very long, as Eddie laid his hand on top of yours to pull you back to reality.

“I mean hey, I’m glad I did. You’re one of the greatest people I’ve ever fucking met. You make me really happy, y’know that? Yeah I’m friends with the other members of Hellfire, but you aren’t like them.” He hummed out.

You turned to look at him, and you could tell he was being genuine. How did you get so lucky? You didn’t feel like you deserved that. Not after Billy. Not after what a horrible brother you were to him. You almost didn’t even realize the tears that were bubbling until he said something.

“Hey woah, what’s wrong?” He jumped up and sat in front of you. “Are you alright? Did I say something wrong?” He placed a comforting hand on your shoulder. You tried to not cry, but just like at the quarry, you couldn’t stop the onslaught of tears that came rushing out. “Shit, c’mere…” He scooted closer and wrapped you in a hug, letting you openly weep into his chest. Your chest and throat constricted, body shaking like a leaf as you clutched onto Eddie.

“I don’t deserve this, Eddie…” You managed, trying not to cry on his clothes. “You don’t understand why I was there that day…”

Eddie gently moved away from you and gingerly laid his hand on your face, the cool metal of his rings helping ground you.

“Then tell me.” He cooed softly.

With hardly an ounce of hesitation, you spilled everything. How you and Billy endured the abuse of your father after he drove your mother away. How the two of you gradually grew apart. How you realized how horrible of a brother you were.

“He must have hated me, Eddie…” You sobbed. “I left him alone in a house but not a home. I just couldn’t stand getting beat and getting called a f*g on a daily basis. I fucking failed him! Now my little brother is dead and I can’t fix anything! Why wasn’t it me..? Billy could have gone on to do so much good…he was my baby brother…and now I can’t apologize or anything…and now I’m failing Max just like I failed Billy.”

“…shit, Hargrove…” Eddie whispered. “I’m so sorry you had to go through all of that alone…” His voice was gentle, like he’d break you if he spoke too loud. His thumb rubbed your cheek, allowing you to focus on that movement. “But…I don’t think Billy ever thought you failed him, you know that? All of this shit is the fault of your shitty dad, you understand? That’s not fair of him to put that blame on you.” He allowed his voice to become a little sharper so you’d pay attention. “No horrible brother would be here sobbing and regretting the way he treated his sibling, y’know? But there’s nothing you can do now, I’m sure you understand that much. Sitting here and crying won’t fix anything, but you know what will? Learning from that shit experience and being a better man, like your brother would want. Living your life to the fullest and being happy, but also keep him alive in your memory and all that shit, y’know?”

“Eddie, I-”

“And I’m gonna help you in any way I possibly can. No person should have to handle all that alone. You’re not alone, y’know? It’s okay to rely on other people sometimes.”

You stared at him, tears still in your eyes. The genuine care and compassion in his eyes made your heart beat faster and faster. That’s when you realized how close your faces truly were.

“I…Eddie..?” You whispered out. “Can I…tell you a secret?”

“Anything.”

“I think I might be in love with you.”

…

His silence scared you. He stared with wide eyes, and you were unable to read the boy’s expression. Did you go too far?

“Just kick me off this rock please.” You mumbled, going to turn away. “I should go, I’m so sorry, forget i said anything.

“I love you too.” He blurted, leaving you to be the one with wide eyes.

“H-huh?” You stammered. Real smooth. “You- are you serious?”

“One hundred percent.” He breathed out. He was just as nervous as you were.

“You’re…not playing a sick joke or anything, right, Ed?” You mumbled, even though Eddie had kept his large hand on your cheek.

“No.” He said, a little firmer. “I’ll prove it if you don’t believe me.”

You almost thought you were dreaming.

His lips were on yours.

He was kissing you.

His lips weren’t the softest thing on the planet, but you didn’t mind. They were a little chapped, but you really couldn’t care less. They were perfect. He was perfect.

He realized you weren’t kissing back, so he went to pull away, but you’d only pulled him right back to you as to savor this moment you never thought you’d experience anywhere outside of your dreams. He decided to savor it too. Both his hands were holding your face, and your hands were holding his. You felt like two lovesick teenagers only without the lust. All of it was love and passion. You’d never imagined this moment would actually come. You told yourself to keep the idea of this locked away in your wildest dreams. You wanted this to happen again.

“Go out with me.” You breathed out once his lips left yours.

A wide, goofy, love-struck grin spread across Eddie’s face. “What’s the magic word?”

“I don’t need a fucking magic word, just say yes, dumbass.” You pouted out.

“Say it, Hargrove~”

“Ughhh, please?”

His lips were on yours once again.

“As you wish.”

~

You didn’t remember much after that. You had woken up in a soft bed in a room that wasn’t yours. You quickly deduced that it was Eddie’s room, his guitar catching your eye as soon as they got adjusted to the light. You could see your shirt, jeans, and shoes strewn about the floor, along with Eddie’s outfit from yesterday too.

You gently lifted the blankets to see that you had been dressed in some of Eddie’s comfier clothes. Did he do that? What a sweetheart.

Speaking of, two arms pulled you close, and you realized Eddie was next to you. He was in nothing but his underwear, which made your face turn bright red. His arms were around your torso, and his legs were all tangled in yours. He looked so innocent.

And that’s how you decided you gained the title of The Luckiest Boy in Hawkins, Indiana.

[gototorokigo]

What Happens Over Time (Pt 1)

pairings: bakugou x gn!reader, past sero x reader, suggested midoriya x reader background: seroroki, shinkami

warnings: heartbreak, angst/comfort, fluff, slight eating disorder, comedy?

decided that this takes place during third year, wasn't expecting this to be a multi-parter but it got too long so it will be.

Sunday, Nov. 13th

Tears stung their eyes as they stared at the retreating form of who they thought was the love of their life. They fought to keep from sobbing as they turned away from the common rooms.

It wasn’t like the two ended on bad terms. Y/N knew what Sero was getting at – they had felt the connection between them faltering too – but it didn’t hurt any less. They could tell it hurt him as well but it was bound to happen with how things were going.

“Y/N?”

Lifting their eyes, they fought to keep from breaking down at the sight of Kirishima’s worried gaze before they drifted to the annoyed look on Bakugou’s face.

“I…excuse me,” they murmured, rushing past the two for the elevator. Sero could tell them. They needed time alone, time to think, to adjust.

As the elevator doors began to close, Y/N’s eyes flashed towards the two boys, meeting the intensity of red eyes staring before their eyes dropped to the floor as the doors finally closed.

Mina was bound to come barreling through their door the moment she found out. Friends with the both of them, they knew Mina would make the effort to make sure they were both okay. Hell, the whole squad, minus Bakugou, probably would.

They didn’t end on bad terms. They had planned on being friends again, on being able to be within the same squad still. They just needed the time for themselves, to adjust to the fact that they weren’t a couple anymore.

But why does it hurt so fucking bad?

~

“Oi, soy face,” Bakugou grunted as he and Kirishima caught up with Sero, “the fuck is Y/N’s problem?” A scowl found his lips when Sero looked at the two, looking no better than Y/N.

“Oh, uh, we…we broke up,” he answered, rubbing the back of his neck. “Mutual thing but still hurts.”

“Dang, I’m sorry, man. Let us know if you need anything, alright?” Kirishima spoke up as Bakugou glanced towards the dorms in boredom.

“Mina just went to check on them after letting me know the same thing,” Sero admitted, looking towards the sky. “Thanks. I think…I think we both just need time apart.”

“Time apart to get back together or…?” Kirishima questioned carefully and Bakugou rolled his eyes as Sero shook his head.

“Friends,” he corrected.

“Good for you. Are we done here?” Bakugou demanded and rolled his eyes at the look Kirishima sent him. “There’s shit I need to get. Come along or don’t.”

Bakugou spared them a glance before continuing on his way towards the gates. There were murmurs behind him before rushed footsteps that followed and he glanced behind him to look at them before giving a slight nod to himself as he looked forward.

~

“I have ice cream!” Mina declared as she and Kaminari burst through Y/N’s door and Y/N let out a teary laugh. “Sero told us, well me and I told Kaminari, hun. We’ll get through this together.”

“Thanks, guys.”

Taking the offered tub of ice cream and spoon, Y/N sat up to allow room for the two who instantly crowded her space.

“I texted Kiri for chocolate as well for any cheesy rom-com they could possibly find. Hard telling where they’re going,” Kaminari stated. “If not, I’m sure I can convince Toshi to give me his streaming info.”

“That’s not necessary,” they objected and Kaminari waved them off as Mina hummed beside them.

“Sero made it a point to tell me that neither of you are leaving the squad, just that you two needed time apart – which I totally get! We’re not leaving either of you a lot for even a minute. Okay, maybe when it’s time for bed but that’s a different situation. We’ll switch between who hangs with who so neither of you feel like we’re choosing a side. Got it?”

“It’s really not necessary.”

“Yes, it is!”

Despite the raging urge to keep crying, Y/N felt a slight smile tag on her lips as Mina and Kaminari began bickering to themselves.

~*~

Friday, Nov. 18

Plopping down in at one of the empty tables at lunch, Y/N rubbed the back of their neck as they stretched it out.

Looking up at the shout of their name, a slight smile pulled on their lips at the sight of Kirishima waving at them before he took a seat at the table, Bakugou not far behind with a scowl tugging on his lips.

“How are you holding up today?” Kirishima questioned before pursing his lips. “Do you have lunch?”

“Not hungry at the moment,” they answered, “and I’m doing alright.”

Eyes blinked down at the bento that was shoved towards them before they lifted towards Bakugou who gave no explanation as he opened his own bento.

“Fucking eat, idiot,” Bakugou grunted and Y/N shifted in their seat as he glared at them before they gave in, giving a small nod before opening it.

The scene made them wonder how much Bakugou had been paying attention to them. They had a habit of not eating correctly, something that Sero had known and kept from the squad per their wishes but he had always made sure they were eating correctly. With not being around Sero, it was hard to eat correctly.

An easy conversation fell between Y/N and Kirishima as the three of them ate.

A scowl pulled at Bakugou’s lips towards the end as he took note of how much they ate before his glaring eyes met their confused ones.

“Everything okay, Bakugou?” Y/N asked and pursed their lips when their question was answered with an annoyed huff and Kirishima raised an eyebrow at the blonde before giving them a shrug.

~

“Bakugou?” Y/N voiced, confused before their eyes dropped to the two plates he held.

“You going to let me in or what, nerd?” He barked and they blinked before nodding, stepping aside, eyes falling to the ground in thought.

No doubt the plates were from dinner. Dinner time had been the one time you had peace, besides bedtime. They, of course, never meant to miss dinner, to miss eating in general, but having friends take it upon themselves to rarely leave them alone while they healed took a toll on anyone.

Hearing a clink, Y/N’s shot over to where Bakugou stood, a plate sitting on their desk close to the bed before the blonde took a seat in their desk chair.

“What are you doing?”

“What the hell does it look like? Fucking eat.”

Y/N stared at the blonde as he began to eat and, when red eyes flickered to them with a hard glare, their feet moved to their bed, picking up the plate.

Their eyes flickered over to Bakugou after they sat, watching as the man seemed to have nodded to himself and they found more questions forming at their tongue but decided to keep quiet.

~*~

Monday, Nov. 21st

It became a habit, even on days where lunch was spent with Mina and Denki (and sometimes Jirou). On those days, Bakugou would drop the bento in front of them wherever they sat at lunch, threaten them about finishing it all, and then disappear before the others joined them.

Even dinners became a habit. Around dinner time, Y/N would find themselves in their room to disappear from the loudness of the others and to get time for themselves and Bakugou would come barreling in with a plate of food for them after about 30 minutes – giving them the time alone they needed before threatening them to eat.

Y/N was skeptical of it at first. How long until the others followed? How long until he got loud? After the first few days of the habit, they’ve come to realize that the blonde liked the quiet as well and seemed to never have the urge to yell at them.

Sure, Bakugou was still rude and a bit of an asshole but Y/N had come to appreciate the aura he brought with him.

It was obvious that he was concerned, no matter how often he denied it and stated that he “didn’t care for any damn extras” (the food he demanded they ate stated differently) and yet, he continued to be rude and Y/N was rarely ever bombarded with the “how are you” questions.

There had only been a few times where Bakugou had asked how they were in his own way (“Why the fuck do you look sad? Take it somewhere else, extra.” “Bakugou, you’re in my room.” “Tsk, whatever.”) but other than that, it was eating in silence or talking about whatever happened during class and/or training. Sometimes the dinner together would turn into going over homework and getting any help Y/N might need – like they were doing now.

“I’m just fucking dumb or something,” they groaned as they handed their notebook over to Bakugou. “What did I do wrong?”

“There’s no addition in the problem. You’re supposed to multiply those two numbers, idiot,” he chimed and they scrunched their nose for a moment before groaning and hiding their face in their pillows.

“I hate math.”

“How the hell do you expect me to hear you with your face in a fucking pillow, dumbass?” Bakugou deadpanned and Y/N lifted their head to send him a glare.

“Sorry, forgot you were an old man.”

A snort left them at the crackle warning of his quirk before they flipped onto their back on their bed, teeth worrying their bottom lip as they thought.

“Just fucking ask.”

“How is he holding up?”

Bakugou’s eyes blinked over to them before they fell back onto their notebook.

“It’s soy sauce, how the fuck do you think he’s holding up?” He grunted and Y/N raised an eyebrow over at him. “Spending a lot of time with icyhot.”

They nodded at that before they stretched, letting out a soft yawn.

“No one else would tell me. I think they forget that a fight didn’t bring up the breakup.”

“Idiot. You nor soy sauce have said what brought up the breakup,” Bakugou snipped and they blinked before turning their head towards him.

“Hanta hasn’t brought it up? Would have thought he would.”

Bakugou raised an eyebrow at them as they sat up, giving him a small shrug.

“Our connection was fading, that romantic or whatever you want to call it connection, to the point that we both took notice of the other starting to like another. Towards the end, we were just playing a game of charades,” they stated quietly. “Nothing we could have really done to fix it, ya know?”

Bakugou let out a grunt in response before glancing over at the clock and Y/N’s eyes followed before letting out a hum.

“Old man’s bedtime, isn’t it?”

A surprised laugh left them as Bakugou threw their notebook at them with barely enough force to make it to the bed before he gathered his things and made his way to their door.

“Goodnight, Bakugou.”

“Whatever,” he grunted, coming to a stop just outside their door. “It’s icyhot, isn’t it?”

“Hmm?”

Eyes lifting to meet red ones, Y/N raised an eyebrow at the blonde.

“Soy sauce started liking icyhot.”

A small smile tugged on their lips and a scowl found the blonde’s in return but Y/N made no move to comment on it.

“Yeah, it’s Todoroki.”

A grunt left him before he closed the door and a soft sigh left their lips before they were reaching for their phones.

y/n: so

y/n: how’s time with “roki” been

sero: stfu

sero: been a /week/ and this, this is the first message i get

sero: mina told you?

y/n: bakugou actually

sero: spending time with blasty, are we

y/n: i have regrets

~*~

Wednesday, Nov. 23rd

“No, fuck off,” Y/N groaned, forehead laying on the coffee table as they sat with their back against the couch.

“Oh, come on, Y/N/N!” Mina exclaimed. “You could totally benefit from going out on a date and I know just the guy!”

“I really don’t want to go on a date. Just want to focus on school and myself right now, Mina.”

“But she’s right!”

“Denki, no.”

“What’s going on?”

“Todoroki, wouldn’t you agree that Y/N would benefit from going on a date?” Mina questioned, tilting her head back to look at the duo-haired one and Y/N snorted.

“Would this date be with Bakugou?”

They blinked for a moment before their head shot up and they turned to stare at Todoroki who raised an eyebrow back.

“Is that not common knowledge?”

“I’m gonna kill him! Where is he?”

“Wait, what?” Denki exclaimed, turning with wide eyes as he stared at them. “Bakugou?”

Pushing themselves up, Y/N began making their way out of the common room.

“Gonna kill him!”

“Who?” Kirishima questioned as Y/N stomped past him and Bakugou.

“Apparently, they are going to kill Hanta. I’m guessing that was not common knowledge?” Todoroki questioned, his eyes glancing between Denki and Mina.

“No!” Mina exclaimed, waving her arms. “Seriously? That’s who?”

“From what Hanta says, yes.”

“What did we miss?” Kirishima questioned as Bakugou glanced back the way Y/N went.

“Holy shit. Why does that make sense?” Denki spoke, turning to Mina who shrugged.

“What did we miss?” Kirishima repeated.

“Y/N’s got a crush!” Mina exclaimed and Bakugou grunted at the statement.

“So does soy sauce. Part of the reason they split, dumbass.”

“Well, ye- how do you know that?” Denki questioned, furrowing his eyebrows. “We didn’t even know that. How do you know that?”

Bakugou let out another grunt before he glared as he met Todoroki’s eyes, the duo-quirk user’s head tilted to the side.

“Don’t you like them, Bakugou? You’ve been taking them both lunch and dinner every day.”

“What?!”

~

“You told Todoroki?!” Y/N questioned as they barged into Sero’s room, cocking an eyebrow at the jump he gave.

“Y/N, Jesus fuck, you can’t do that.”

“You told Todoroki?” They repeated and Sero took a moment to stare at them before blinking.

“He said something, didn’t he?”

“In front of Mina and Denki! Given, they were both trying to hook me up with someone but besides the point. Mina and Denki now know.”

“And that’s bad because…?”

“You and I are both aware that those two suck at keeping a secret from the rest of the group.”

Sero hummed at that.

“How’s your eating?”

“Don’t change the subject.”

“How’s your eating?”

“We’re coming back to what you did.”

“Y/N.”

“It’s fine! Bakugou has been making sure I eat…No.” Pointing at the secretive, knowing smile on Sero’s lips, they shook their head. “No. Don’t even think about it.”

“Too late.”

“I’m going to kill you.”

Sero snorted at that, watching as they plopped down in his hammock, arms crossed over their chest.

“Then you wouldn’t have a hiding spot.”

“What fucking hiding spot? They knew I came here.”

~

Just as expected, Mina and Denki found themselves in Sero’s room about 30 minutes later with Jirou, Todoroki, and Kirishima in tow. Apparently, Todoroki, Mina, and Denki had pissed Bakugou off and he stormed off to his room.

“I just-really? Bakugou?” Denki questioned with a whine. “Why not me? But also, why do the two of them make sense?”

“You’re a gay disaster,” Sero deadpanned. “And couldn’t tell you to be honest. Thought the same myself.”

“But it’s because you two made sense that it’s confusing as to why they make sense!” Denki exclaimed. “Also, bi disaster. Get it right.”

“Oh, my apologizes,” Sero spoke sarcastically, waving his hands about.

“You’re sweet and he’s an ass, why him?” Jirou spoke up and Kirishima snorted.

“They literally left the common room, yelling that they were going to kill Sero. If that’s not a branch of Bakugou, I don’t know what is.”

“I mean, they have been spending a lot of time together in the past week.”

“Hanta,” Y/N hissed, having kept quiet until now. “Do you want your parents crying over your death?”

“Todoroki already told us that,” Mina waved them off, “we’ll speak on that later. Right now, we need a game plan.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No.”

“Any ideas, Sero?”

“I fucking hate you all.”

~*~

Sunday, Nov. 27th

“I have regrets,” Sero announced as he stared at Y/N and Todoroki as they leaned over to whisper something in Todoroki’s ear that cracked a small grin from him. “Serious regrets.”

“Your fault,” Bakugou grunted as he walked past him, taking the last empty seat, and Sero flung his arms.

“What is that supposed to mean? Wait-”

Moving his eyes to meet Y/N’s, he raised an eyebrow before scoffing at the sheepish look on their face.

“And I got in trouble for telling.”

“All I did was agree, something he probably didn’t need. He already knew. There’s a difference!”

“Nice seeing you two get along,” Shinsou chimed from his spot next to Denki, his arm around his shoulders. “What are we arguing about?”

“Crushes, from my understanding,” Todoroki spoke up and Mina blinked over at him before her eyes fell on Sero.

“You have a crush too? Who?”

“Not going there,” Sero groaned, plopping down on the floor, close to Todoroki, and Y/N snorted. “Shut up.”

“Oh, so they can perfectly know mine but not yours? I see how it is.”

“Oh my god, you two are literal children. How did you two even manage to date?” Mina groaned. “I still say you should go on that date I was talking about, Y/N.”

“I will leave and never come back.”

“Liar.”

They let out a groan, tilting their head back against the couch before releasing a sigh.

“With who, Mina?”

“I was thinking of seeing how Midoriya feels about a date with you!”

“What?”

[peppersonironi]

Sambucky Fic Recs #2

Part One |

Today's Theme: Soulmate Au's

Welcome to this today's theme! I happen to really enjoy these types of fics and thankfully there's a decent selection in the sambucky tag! Here are Ten fics for your enjoyment! (more under the cut)

1. A Touch of Pain by TowardTheStars

Sam had just turned seven when his world first exploded into pain.

Or, Sam feels his soulmate's pain and wishes to save them from their torment.

Quick warning before we get into things: This is currently a WIP. But I'm finding it great so far! This fic is more Sam-focused with great angst. Also some past Sam/Riley, which I'm always a sucker for!

2. Bright Colors Of Love by Yoursaltness_and_TheMemeQueen

The first time soulmates had skin to skin touch you’d be able to see the colors, that whenever you touched you’d be able to see the world in color, and that the first kiss made colors permanent.

When Sam Wilson is 20 he meets Riley, he falls in love. He takes a risk and holds his hand, the world stays black and white, and he thinks he understands why his aunt says that you don’t need a soulmate to be happy. When Riley dies, there is a bitter part of him that thanks the universe for not making them soulmates. - The first time James “Bucky” Barnes heard about soulmates was through the TV.

He reaches out to hold Steves hand and wonders if the universe can make mistakes.

He decides at about 17 that maybe soulmates are overrated, that the universe is too mysterious to trust. As he’s falling and hears Steve’s cry, he decided the universe is a bitch that knows too much and probably hates his guts. - Flash forward, Bucky knows they're soulmates, Sam doesn't.

Secret Santa Gift for Max!!

This has just the right amount of angst, and I was amazed by how well written it was! I love this fic so much!

3. Reach Out and Hold the Sun by Aluxra

When you touch your soulmate skin to skin, you leave a colour unique to you on them. 106 years and Bucky never received a mark.

Until Now.

Oh my gosh the mutual pining! The uncertainty! The fear of rejection! The utter relief and love that comes at the end! I was grinning ear to ear the whole time reading this!

4. redefining in every way what love is by lovelypenguins1717

On the non-dominant wrist of every person lays a soulmark. A unique mark that appears whenever their soulmate is born. It is the true north to their other half.

Bucky never had a mark and now he’ll never know.

Sam had found his, but the soulmark is meaningless now that Riley’s dead.

But sometimes soulmates are chosen.

*COMPLETE*

Now this is an interesting twist on soulmate aus! I usually love the ones where the people are destined for each other, but I have to admit that I really enjoyed the idea of choosing each other. It was so sweet!

5. Exactly What You're Looking For by @snarky-drabbles

When you lose something, it might appear beside your soulmate in the morning.

Sam never found anything from his soulmate until after Bucky Barnes dragged Steve from the Potomac.

Bucky grew up never finding a thing either, but after he finally gets free from Hydra, he starts finding things beside him the morning.

This is the story of them coming together.

now with a chapter of outtakes and alternate ending

I'll be honest, this fic is hilarious!! The romance aspect and yearning is great, but that ending is just on another level!

More Fics Under the Cut

6. I keep closing my eyes (but I can't blink you out) by @lesbianhozier

Bucky avoids eye contact as much as possible. He can hold a conversation without so much as looking at your face, the only exception to this being Steve. Sam definitely knows why and has seen it a few times before; soulmates. A brief moment of eye contact can change your entire life if it’s with the right person; your soulmate.

canon divergence in Civil War fic. I'll be honest this isn't necessarily my favorite, and it feels a touch weird near the end, but I still enjoyed it! The premise was fascinating and the writing was pretty good.

7. adored by @capnwinghead

The marks were legend - your soulmate's name on one wrist and your enemy's on the other. Most people spent their lives trying to decipher them. Bucky Barnes spent most of his life avoiding them.

Oh the angst in this one!!! So good!!

8. gunmetal grey by Someone_aka_Me

Soulmates wear the same mask, and only your soulmate can remove it.

Sam isn't expecting to find his mask in a history book, worn by a man who's been dead for decades.

I literally cannot sing the praises of this fic enough!!! Holy crap it's so good!!!! It takes place in ca:tws and continues afterwards, but it ignores AoU/ca:cw. I don't read to many fics from this era (working on more of them, though! I got a request for some fic recs, and my research is so much fun!), but I'm honestly adoring this so much. And the writing is so good too! And the whole premise of soulmate masks was fascinating to me! I've never read a fic like this before. BUT I LOVED IT SO MUCH!!!!

9. there is a sweetness in you by Someone_aka_Me

AU: Your soulmate is the only person who cannot hurt you.

Sam gets kicked off a helicarrier — yet he can't help but notice the boot to the chest doesn't hurt like it should.

Yeah, yet another of this kind of au. They seem to be semi-popular for sambucky (Kinda? there aren't too many soulmate au fics though). But I'm a sucker for them, alright? And this one is so cute too! :-D

10. Fortune Tellers And Falling & Fortune Tellers And Falling: Part 2 by @jeffersonshattricks

Prompt: During a “game” Sam is told that is soulmate will be the next person to do “X” to him and it happens to be Bucky. Sam is in denial but destiny cannot be stopped.

&

The is Bucky's POV for the first part of this. It explains how he knew they were soul mates, and shows a bit of what he went through while waiting for Sam to catch up.

A Two-Parter right here, guys! So fun! I love fics that show both POV's, they just add a new dimension, alright? Also, the pining and uncertainty in these are super good!

And that's it for today folks! I really hope you enjoy these! Once again, feel free to hop into my asks and request any trope or theme you'd like! I already got one that I'm currently working on, so that'll be fun! I also have a coupole other themes that I'm working on right now too, and I'm really excited about them!

Also, let me know if you want to be tagged for these!

[fluffyangstymess]

I couldn’t have forgotten (Ushijima imagine)

Warnings: slight swearing, slight ushjima timeskip spoilers!

Pairing: Ushijima & fem! reader, mentions of bokuto 

Genre: angst to fluff 

A/n: i reallly love angst to fluff and i always see other imagines with the same concept of the guys forgetting your birthday but the reader always stays at home crying and i just wanted the reader to have some fun :). this might be a two parter so bare with me, also i just found out how to make this part a little more organized as you can tell lol anyway back to the story, i hope you enjoy it!  ❤︎

Part 2  

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Wakatoshi Ushijima.

He is a simple man and not a very affectionate boyfriend but you knew that before you started your year long relationship. You loved him nonetheless. He had been busy for about two weeks with practice, being in the japan national team was difficult, but you’d expected him to remember your birthday, right? Well, you had woken up at around 8 a.m., your boyfriend long gone. Practice, you thought. You got up, made your bed and made some breakfast. While you were dancing around happily enjoying this amazing day by yourself, your phone rang.

“Hello?”

“Y/n, the guys from the team will be coming over later to study the match for next week, is that okay?”

You were shocked, had he forgotten? Or maybe he was going to surprise you? “yeah, sure”

“Great, we’ll buy food so you won’t have to cook, see you later”

He hung up and you were left confused, you stared down at your now soggy pancakes, sigh what a great way to start the day.

A few hours later

You had finally finished cleaning the house and you sat down exhausted on the couch. You had to distract yourself from the fact that your boyfriend had forgotten your birthday. You got numerous calls from friends and family throughout the day, you even got messages from ushijima’s teammates. They kept saying that maybe he wanted to surprise you and he just didn’t want to tell anyone or he was using them as a decoy to an actual surprise. Thanks to those messages you began to have hope. Maybe your boyfriend was a secret romantic. You got off the couch and headed to take a shower. Rhythmic music rang through your bathroom as you rinsed the soap of your body. Your body was wrapped in a towel when you heard the front door open.

Your smile dropped when you heard his teammates voices in the living room. Hope wasn’t dead though, maybe he wanted a surprise party, but Ushijima wasn’t the type to do that. He entered your shared bedroom.

“Hello love” he said while looking for his notebook, not even giving you a glance

“Hey, um, babe did your teammates come over?”

“Yes, I called this morning to ask if it was okay” he looked at you with a confused glare

“Oh well I just thought we might have some alone time, you know, today being sp-”

“Really?” he pinched the bridge of his nose “Look y/n I told you this morning so this wouldn’t happen, if you didn’t want the guys to come over you should have just told me. What do you want me to do now? Huh? Kick them out?” he questioned

This is not what you had pictured when it came to your birthday. “It is not my fault that I want to spend some quality time with you, you have been busy this whole week and i-”

“You are being selfish y/n, I can’t spend my entire life joined to the hip by you, you know that volleyball was important in my life way before you came. God you are so clingy, if I had known this what our relationship was going to be like” he paused “nothing never mind” he said as he left the room.

You just stood there with tears threatening to spill, you had a lump in your throat. You were frozen. Clingy, he just called you clingy and selfish. You had always thought you gave more than you received in relationships and him calling you that just confirmed that insecurity. This added to the fact that he rarely showed you any type of affection. You were worried this might be the end, he had been distant. You barely got to see him and got used to waking up alone. Perhaps he had grown tired of you and you were just too naïve to notice.  

His teammates had heard everything and they just awkwardly stood and looked at each other. They had thought that ushijima had made them come over for a dinner party or something, they even brought gifts (which they had left in their cars since they didn’t want you to see it once they walked in). When ushijima came into the living room, they didn’t say anything and sat down, too scared to mention the fact that it was your birthday.

“Sorry for the wait, should we start” ushijima said

They all mumbled out a yes

Meanwhile you were in your room, in the same place he left you, sobbing into your hands. The sound of the phone ringing snapped you out of your zone. You saw that it was your friend and picked it up.

“HEY GIRL” your friend screamed into your ear as you sniffled “wait do not tell me you are crying, y/n why are you crying on your birthday?”

“I had a fight with toshi and i-i”

“No, no you are not going to let that man ruin YOUR day” your friend emphasized “c’mon, go into take a shower, get dolled up and let’s go clubbing”

“I already took a shower but I don’t know if it’s a good idea” you said in a quiet voice

“Yes, it is, I don’t want you crying on your day, I’ll pick you up in an hour”

“Fine” you groaned

You look at your now puffy eyes and realized you do need to celebrate because you deserve it and no man will make you feel like you are less than. Considering he didn’t think you were nearly as important as volleyball. You began to put your makeup on while thinking about what outfit to wear. You decided on red, off the shoulder, bodycon dress with black heels. You were definitely feeling yourself. “I’m outside” your friend texted you. You applied the last of your lipstick and perfume and headed out to your living room.

You got your keys and almost headed out without anyone seeing you when bokuto noticed and quickly stood up.

[chokemeanakin]

Hi my name’s Maeve! 😇 I write for Anakin and a tiny bit of Obi. 

My inbox is closed! 

Feel free to send me any thoughts you have, but if you send a fic request I can’t promise that I’ll get to it anytime soon. I still love to see your ideas though! 

(ps check out my ongoing fic Give Me Love) 

First Kiss - Anakin treats reader to their first kiss

Drunk - Reader comes home from a party wasted, and Anakin is there to witness it… and maybe make out with…

Anakin Cuddling Hc’s - What it’s like to cuddle with the Best Boy

Anakin with giggly reader Hc’s and Anakin x Jealous/Insecure reader - first half is hc for a giggly reader and second half is a fic where reader gets jealous and insecure and Anakin comforts them

Anakin x Short/Shy/Insecure Reader Hc’s - Just some headcanons of a soft boy

Loving On You - Slight Anakin angst, basically you hold him after a crappy mission

Be My Forever - Anakin proposes with as little words as possible

Anakin Teaches You How To Drive Hc’s- nice car go zoom 🚗💨

Anakin With a Pregnant Reader Hc’s- use protection kids

Anakin x Touch Starved Reader Hc’s - definitely not self indulgent

Touch Starved Anakin x Reader Hc’s - this was actually rlly cute

Playing with his hair imagine - i know i write about this a lot but cmon

Anakin Comforting Reader Hc’s - cue the uwu’s

Distraction - Anakin distracts reader as they study

Walking with Anakin as he does General stuff- small blurb

Domestic Anakin Hc’s - random thoughts I had of him

Giving Anakin a massage - w a tiny hint of smut

Complimenting Anakin - is never talked about enough

Anakin x curvy Reader Hc’s

Anakin x skinny Reader Hc’s

Fluff blurbs! - one, two

Stargazing with Anakin

Wearing Anakin’s Jedi Robes Hc’s

Sleepy moments with Ani Hc’s

Jealous Anakin x Reader Hc’s - mentions of smut

Anakin x Jealous Reader Hc’s - mentions of smut

Patched Up - Reader comes back from a mission all cut up, Anakin helps patch her up

Sick People Should Stay Away from Balconies - Reader is sick and asking for trouble, Anakin deals with her shit

Jelly toast - a request for a reader coming back from a mission all bruised and cut up, Anakin takes care of her

Anakin x Asthmatic Reader Hc’s - how he would act to you having asthma

Bad Dream- Reader has a nightmare during a thunderstorm and goes to Anakin for help

He Kicks Your Ass And Then Lets You Braid His Hair - see title

A Helping Hand (part 1) - Reader hurts her arm during a mission, and Anakin comes to help her (in more ways than one). Whump is in part 1, smut is in part 2 listed under Smut.

Anakin x Reader on her Period heacanons - shark week oofs

Anakin x Sick reader headcanons

Don’t Forget About Me - Reader begs Anakin not to go break up the fight between Mace Windu and Palpatine

I Gave You All - Our war-torn baby just needs a hug

Anakin x Reader w/ Mommy Issues - bro i just 

Night Bus - The Council forces you to leave Anakin

A Reason to Stay - read this at your own risk, deals with severe mental health issues. basically Anakin helps reader through a dark time.

Misunderstandings - angst ending in fluff, Anakin and reader go on a bodyguard mission together and both get jealous.

Anakin crying blurb - give sad boy a hug damnit

Anakin and Reader Take a Shower -basically what the title says. The shower gets heated in more ways than one.

What That Mouth Do Though 👄💦- he eats you out like a champ 💪🏻

Needy Anakin - (you give him a blowie)

Say My Name- jealous Anakin, choking, fucking, you know 🤷🏼‍♀️

First time - Readers first time HAVING SEX with Anakin 🥰

His First Time - The first time Anakin HAS SEX, & it’s with you :)

Welcome Home - Anakin comes home from war and reader welcomes him back with open arms... and open legs 

Save a Spaceship, Ride a Starpilot- Anakin has reader sit on his face and then she fucks him slowly ;)

Giving him a lapdance short - just a lil imagine

Jealousy (part 1) - classic under-the-table action at a high end event

Jealousy (part 2) - he gets his revenge

Master Kink Hc’s - exactly what it sounds like

A Helping Hand (part 2) - Anakin helps Reader out bc she has a broken arm :) very sweet and soft and fluffy to mend y’alls broken hearts. (part 1 is under Whump)

This is what he sounds like when he cums - grab ur headphones

This is what he sounds like in bed - grab ur headphones again lol

Anakin Eating Pussy Hc’s (part 1) - from the top make it drop thats a wap

Anakin Eating Pussy Hc’s (part 2) -  wap wap wap

General Kink blurb - credit goes to @kenobikittens​

Cruel Intentions - holiday smut, this hurt ppl’s feelings for some reason woops. anakin is mad and he’s got a dirty mouth, and also it’s Life Day.

Anakin x fem reader Pregnancy Sex Hc’s - i hate kids but this was cute

NSFW blurbs! - one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty

Sub Anakin Hc’s - good boy ;)

Deepthroating Anakin Hc’s 

Dry Humping Hc’s

A Dream Come True - Anakin helps reader masturbate and cum for the first time

Anakin & size kink hc’s

Anakin is smart - just a post talking about how intelligent our favorite Jedi is

More proof that he’s smart

Anidala Fluff - A request where Anakin and Padme do it in the fields of Naboo for the first time (no smut it’s romantic get ur head out of the gutter John B)

Love at First Sight - Anakin falls in love with you as soon as he sees you

All These Little Things - Padme x Reader / Anakin x Reader Hc’s where reader is romantically interested in Padme until she notices all of Anakin’s little things

Anakin’s hands appreciation post

Anakin’s Cheekbones Appreciation Post - he’s just got em okay

Anakin’s arms appreciation post

Aggressive Negotiations (part one) - Anakin and Reader go to a ball and it doesn’t turn out the way they expect

Aggressive Negotiations (part two) - combines the ‘he sees her dressed up for the first time’, ‘handcuffed together’, and ‘stuck in a closet’ tropes all in one mission gone wrong ;)

When he does the hand-on-cheek thing - *cries*

For people who have freckles

For people who have freckles p2 - not my work but thanks to @haydens-moles​ you guys have to suffer through this post with me

Anakin can sing

Anakin + drinking - some musings about the jedi and booze

Anakin loves rain

Anakin’s Eyelashes Appreciation Post

Random facts about his childhood

Sad Anakin fact

Anakin Reaction Pics

Random Anakin Thoughts - im so disorganized my b

What does his dick look like?

Is he brunette or blonde discourse - spoil alert: it’s neither. see next link

What color is his hair really?

It’s you- Obi Wan x Reader fic where he comes back from a mission planning to break it off with you, but then realizes he can’t let you go

You Can Rest Now - Obiwan x Reader where you take care of him after a mission that’s left him tired and sick

Obi-Wan Hc’s - random thoughts I had about him being in a relationship

What I Imagine The Star Wars Boys Wear For Underwear

What I Imagine The Star War’s Boys Dicks Are Like

Rating the Star Wars Boys Cum Faces on a Scale from 1-10

Kinky R2

The fanart that ended thousands of careers

R2D2 x C3P0 Smut 

You get Acid in your Vagina Hc’s 

Carrot Fun w Anakin - two parter, includes videos

Yoda smut snippet

He gave you a specific order

If Anakin can pull off a butt chin then so can I

How many shots it would take for me to sleep with the stars wars men (part one) (part two)

Anakin w a weave

Which Star Wars Characters Have a Foot Fetish