#I never planned on posting this so excuse it not being a good size for tumblr please and thank you

[smytherines]

remember? I remember.

[sssammich]

fic: come what may

a/n: this is a continuation of THIS post which was inspired by the fanart. please give that fanart some love if you haven't, it was so very compelling to me and that's why we're here.

anyway read the first part and then come back to this lol

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Lena retreated to the single stall washroom after graciously thanking everyone around her for their applause and cheering. In the quiet of the small space, she was able to think about the last five minutes of her life. 

It had been a week since she had spoken last with the caped hero, the word ‘villain’ rang in Lena’s ears still to this day. 

It had stung her, lanced through her more like. But in this world, she had no choice but to keep moving forward if only to survive. She knew that reintegrating Lex back into her life was a risk, but what was the alternative? To let back in the one person she’d trusted with so much of herself only to be the same one who broke Lena irreparably? It figured that they would be one in the same. Supergirl had a habit of being duplicitous, after all. 

Despite all of these thoughts, the dance had been more than she anticipated. For a brief moment in time, her world narrowed to the size of the dance floor when she and her former best friend twirled and glided across the space, held close to one another, swaying to the beat of the song.

Until Supergirl called out to her, the tenor of her voice bringing up a world long gone, the time together but a distant memory. Only to then ask her, “what’s your plan here, Lena?” 

The illusion broke through and shattered all around them, and her eyes darkened, her heart hardened. 

“You will never trust me,” she announced finally when she looked at Kara’s beautiful face, her equally beautiful blue eyes. Now, an enemy. “I can see it in your eyes.” 

She pulled away and turned, not sure she could look at that face again, anymore. Still, she would admit that it was enough consolation to see Supergirl on edge, to put her on her red-booted back foot.

She recalled turning her head slightly and caught enough of Supergirl's departure from the middle of the dance floor and into the evening sky. It gave her some satisfaction, but not nearly enough to placate the ache in her chest. 

Lena stared at her reflection; her makeup remained impeccably applied, impeccably in place despite the exertion of their dancing. The heat of Kara’s hands lingered all over her body, the warmth of those hands pressed into her, holding her in the illusion of safety as the song notes progressed. Her former best friend was clumsy in her movements, at least at first. It would have delighted Lena plenty to see Supergirl stumble her way through her movements. Yet, she held her own and led the two of them throughout the dance floor in an acceptable tango. On any other day, any other moment, she would have been charmed by it, let herself be led around so long as they stayed in each other's arms.

But those moments were no longer accessible to them. 

She returned to her guests and maneuvered through the compliments and conversations, but every now and again, she glanced up into the open sky. Just in case.

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In the end, Lex was defeated and rid of once and for all. The details of it were fuzzy to her now, but none of it mattered. Simply that he was gone from her life for good, that he would no longer be a terror to anyone and everyone, to those she loved. 

Once again, however, she was left to pick up what remained of his ruinous rampage, if only to be surrounded by something beyond her isolation. 

It was just a few scant weeks ago that she’d reached a truce with Kara and her Superfriends (nevermind that she’d once thought of them as her own friends, as well). Now here she stood weeks later: alone. 

Lena had run out of options or excuses and finally sought out help from Kara without hope or expectation for true reconciliation or forgiveness, from either of them. They’d drawn their lines from one another so long ago, she’d considered them carved in stone. 

Now she stood on her empty balcony overlooking the city just after the sun had set and the sky was now engulfed in dark blue. 

Without a brother, a mother, a father. An orphan, twice over. It seemed that she was destined to live in solitude. They say no man was an island, yet perhaps Luthors were. 

She gazed at the last remnants of the setting sun across the horizon, not giving away that she heard the sound of a cape billowing at the far end of the balcony. She made no move to say or do anything, simply took a sip of the amber liquid in her glass. If Supergirl had anything to say, then Lena was not going to stop her. 

“How are you?” Kara finally said, after minutes trickled past them. 

She scoffed, unable to help herself. She glanced over her shoulder and watched as Kara hovered outside of the balcony. She simply took another sip of her drink. 

Kara, never one to leave well enough alone, moved so that her feet touched the ground and she stood somewhere behind her. Lena closed her eyes and took a swig of all of her remaining drink. 

“You’re trespassing.” 

“I know.” 

“I can have you arrested.” 

“That’s fine.” 

“What do you want from me?” 

“A dance.” 

Lena quickly turned around, Kara standing only a few feet away, her arm outstretched. She glanced up and met blue eyes, an ocean of patience. 

Resigned, Lena unfurled the fist by her side and placed it in the offered hand. She took a step forward until their bodies were almost flush with one another, Kara’s other hand placed on the small of her back. An easy fit between them. A thought that Lena shoved into a box for rumination and reflection later on. 

“There’s no music,” she commented needlessly even as she put her free hand on Kara’s shoulder, her nerves manifesting in lightly scratching the fabric of the supersuit under her fingertips. 

“There’s always music.” Just then, Kara pulled her phone from a hidden compartment behind her and pressed the screen until soft music started playing. It was the final duet in Moulin Rouge between the two leads, where she and Kara shed a tear or two when they watched it in the past—a distant lifetime ago. They were now extraordinarily different people from those versions of themselves. 

“This musical was a tragedy.” 

The superhero shrugged, her eyes focused past Lena’s head. “I know.” 

“Are you trying to tell me something?” 

Kara eventually returned her attention until their eyes met and Lena waited. She watched as Kara took a deep breath and offered Lena a cautious smile, resignation plastered on her own face. “I’m trying to tell you a lot of somethings.”

She studied Kara’s face, wanted to glean any kind of information from her features alone, but Kara betrayed nothing. “Start with one.” 

“I’ve been practicing.” When she furrowed her brows in confusion, Kara clarified by twirling Lena out of her embrace only to pull her back into her orbit once again. This time without bumbling through any of the movements nor without a stutter in her steps.  

The move surprised Lena enough to take her breath away, her senses suddenly alight as she considered what any of it meant. When? How? Why?

“Tell me another,” she whispered, her hands grasping tighter onto Kara just as the song started to swell. 

“I want to start over.” 

Lena stopped in her tracks so Kara did, too. Distantly, Lena observed that neither released their holds of one another.

“Why? We’ll only hurt each other.” 

“Maybe. Probably,” Kara supplied before tugging Lena back closer to her and swayed side to side to encourage Lena to do the same. “But life without you in it is infinitely worse, I think. So if it’s all the same to you, I’ll take my chances.” 

Lena’s heart felt like it was getting catapulted across time and space. And maybe it was actually getting catapulted along with every sway she took with Kara. Still, she couldn’t help but push. “Even with a villain?” 

Kara grimaced slightly before flashing an apologetic smile. “Sure, Lena. Even with a villain.” 

“I was one, you know,” she offered, watching for Kara’s response. She was complicit, had gotten her own hands dirty. She owned up to that. 

“I know.” But Kara simply shrugged and brought them closer. “Believe it or not, I’ve been one, too. You’re not exactly very special in that department, Lena.” 

A small laugh that bubbled out of her caught her off guard, and Kara smiled at her before spinning her away and back together again until Lena hid her face against the crook of Kara’s neck until the song finally ended. 

They parted from each other, Kara taking a step back until she was a few feet away, her hands clasped in front of her. 

“Thanks for the dance,” Kara said. 

“You’ve gotten better.” 

“I appreciate that. It means the practice has been paying off.” As if nodding to herself, Kara gave her a smile and began to turn so as to take off into the night sky, but Lena stopped her. 

“Tell me one more,” she urged, realizing she didn’t want their interaction to end quite yet. 

Kara then looked over her shoulder. “Can I come back tomorrow?” 

“If you’d like.” 

“I’ll tell you tomorrow.” 

“I’ll hold you to it.” 

Kara’s body twisted so she was looking at Lena more fully. “Goodnight, Lena.” 

“Goodnight, Kara.” 

Lena watched as she took off into the sky, disappearing into the night. She’d stayed out there for a little while longer, the heat of her drink coursing through her veins while the moment between them warmed her against the cool breeze that passed through. 

Nothing had yet been fixed, and there was a long road ahead of them. But something in her caged heart had loosened, allowing her to breathe again. That was a start.

[inlovewithquestionablecharacters]

Frank Castle X Reader: Spaghetti and meatballs

This post contains explicit content (minors dni)

Warnings: Smut, creampie, oral(male receiving), nipple play, rough sex, explicit depictions of sexual activities, unprotected sex, penetration (p in v), use of birth control, dirty talk, cursing, dry humping, size kink(kind of), bit of begging, pet names, fluff, sad feelings, ptsd.

Summary: Your curiosity about your new neighbor lead to unexpected consequences.

This man deserves the world

He didn’t know why he did it. Maybe he missed not hiding who he was. Maybe the lies were making him forget the truth of his identity. Or maybe he was just a lonely man looking for some comfort. Comfort you were more than happy to give him.

The apartment was shitty, the building was falling apart and you could never have a moment of peace and quiet since the thin walls allowed everything to pass through them. Still this was home, mold stains and all. 

Frank had become used to the musty atmosphere he lived in. He'd spend most of his nights at the construction site, hacking away at the walls until his fingers bleed and the voices of his loved ones died down a bit. But they never went away. Not fully. He was grateful for the outside noise, it seemed to dampen the weight of the memories but it couldn’t erase them. He’d been living here for a while but  had never gone out of his way to introduce himself to anyone. He wasn’t looking for friends. He wasn’t looking for anything really. But you had other plans.

You’d grown curious about your mysterious neighbor. You rarely saw him in the months he lived at the building but you could hear him through the walls. You’d hear him in the middle of the night gasping for air as he awoke from another nightmare. Could hear the sound of his boots clanging against the floor as he left to god knows where in the middle of the night. Listened to the small pained grunts he’d let out as he washed up after a day of work. You knew Frank's routine like the back of your hand, still you’d never met him before. It felt a tad invasive listening to him through the walls but it wasn’t your fault they were so thin they could barely keep out the noises on the other side. You don’t know what triggered you to walk over to Frank's apartment that fateful day but it was safe to say that nothing would be the same after your decision.

Frank didn’t have visitors. Ever. So when he heard a knock on the door on a random afternoon it surprised him. He’d gone into protection mode, the years of being in the army having forced him to believe all unplanned visitors were unwanted. Frank stood to his full height as he opened the door fully expecting to be greeted by some old enemy. Instead what he got was you. Your hands shook lightly as you held onto the tupperware container you’d decided to bring over. It seemed like a nice enough thought. Bringing some food over to your neighbor sounded like a hell of a good excuse to you but it didn’t stop you from being nervous. Your anxiety tripled the moment Frank opened the door, your eyes falling on him for the first time. He was huge. Much taller than you had anticipated and much more muscular than you’d imagined. You couldn’t help but think of how handsome he was. Frank glanced down at you, his eyes falling to the container in your grasp before moving up to your eyes.

“You need something?”

Gosh his voice sounded like heaven.

“Oh uh hi, I live next door.”

You gestured to your apartment door watching as Franks glanced at where you were pointing at.

“Okay.”

“Uh well i know we’ve never met before but uhm i ended up cooking too much food and i’m not one to waste a meal so i was wondering if…uhm… maybe you’d like some?”

You were stuttering like a little kid which caused Frank's eyes to soften a smidge. He glanced down at what you were holding his eyes trying to figure out what you were offering him. 

“It’s spaghetti and meatballs.”

Frank wasn’t picky but he was careful. He was used to having enemies which made him always stay on edge but the way you were shaking was enough to tell him you meant no harm. Frank reached for the food in your hands, taking the container from you. You played with the hem of your shirt, trying your best to keep yourself occupied.

“Thanks.”

“That’s what neighbors are for.”

You gave him a smile and Frank almost stopped breathing at the sight. He’d been too busy admiring your innocent features to notice the hand you’d stuck out for him to shake. Once he realized he hesitated for a moment before gripping your palm in his. Your hand was so warm against his. You told him your name and before he could stop himself Franks told you his. He told you his real name, not the shitty fake one he’d had to come up with. He expected your face to drop into a look of fear but you continued smiling up at him, seeming completely unaware of who he was.

“Well I'll get out of your hair. It was nice meeting you, Frank.”

And with that you walked back to your apartment, leaving Frank to himself. That day was the first time in a long time that Frank had indulged in homestyle cooking and the moment he put the first bite into his mouth he knew he was screwed. The PB&J’s weren’t going to cut it anymore. Not now that he’d tasted your cooking.

Since that day Frank and you kept crossing paths whether it be in the hallway or in the elevator or even at the supermarket. Basically wherever you went you’d risk running into Frank. You tried to brush it off as a coincidence but something told you it was more than that. And your gut was absolutely right. Frank had figured out your schedule and had made it his mission to run into you as much as he could. He wanted to talk to you but he didn't know how to go about it. 

Until one fateful day. 

He’d been laying in bed trying to read one of his books when his nose caught waft of a delicious smell. Frank got up from his bed making his way towards the scent. To his surprise the smell was coming from your apartment. He knew it was odd but he’d been itching to have another decent meal for ages. One of your meals to be more precise. And now that he could smell you cooking up heaven in your kitchen he couldn't resist. He knocked at your door lightly, his feet thumping against the ground anxiously. What the hell was he doing?

“One second!”

He heard you race over to the door turning the key before opening it. You were wearing an apron and your hair was pinned up so it wasn’t in your way. He didn’t know how to explain it but the homey nature coming from you made him feel calm.

“Oh hi Frank.”

“Hey, sorry for interrupting.”

“It’s okay, what can I do for you?”

“It smells like heaven in there.”

You blushed at the praise, Frank's words making you flustered.

“Thank you. It’s a family recipe.”

You glance back at the kitchen then at the small two person table in your apartment. It had been a while since you’d had company and you were sure Frank hadn’t just strolled over to tell you your food smelled nice. You’d reached out to him weeks ago and now he was reaching back to you.

“Actually… I could use some help. If you’re not busy that is.”

“Oh I wouldn't want to impose.”

“You’re not imposing. I’d like the company.”

You stepped to the side, holding the door open for Frank.

“Come on in.”

To your surprise Frank hesitated at the door for only a moment before entering your home. 

Frank helped you cook and the two of you enjoyed a pleasant lunch together. Before you knew it you were pulling out a bottle of whiskey and offering Frank a glass. The two of you moved over to the couch, the alcohol making your tongues lose. You spent the night chatting about things like you were old friends. Frank missed this. He missed talking to people like a human being. Missed being treated like a person rather than a machine. You were nice to him in ways he’d forgotten people were capable of being. It made him forget the idea of being alone. Made him crave something other than sleepless nights alone in a rickety bed. Made him wish he had someone to hold him again. Before he could hold back things started spilling out. He told you about his family, about the things he’d done, the people he’d killed and the truth of who he was. He’d expected you to run, grab a weapon, scream for help but you didn’t do any of those things. Instead you made your way over to him, placing a hand on his face and caressing his cheek. He looked up at you, the sadness in your eyes making his heart warm up. You felt for him. And in that moment it was like a damn inside him broke. The tears started pouring out of his eyes. All the pain and hurt he’d been hiding coming out all at once. You pulled him into your arms, your hands weaving into his hair as you shushed him. Frank latched onto your waist burying his face into your chest as he sobbed.

“That’s it, let it out dear. It’s okay.”

The two of you stayed linked in each other's embrace for a while before Frank sobered up a bit. He thanked you for the food and for listening to him and you told him it was your pleasure. He could tell you were telling the truth. Just as Frank was about to close his door you yelled out to him.

“Don’t be a stranger!”

And he knew there was no going back.

In the next few weeks you and Frank grew closer. Every morning he’d walk you to work before making his way to the construction site and everynight when he’d arrive there would be a container with food at his door. On Saturdays Frank would go over to your apartment for lunch and on Sundays you’d take him to your favorite restaurants. It was easy being around you. You didn’t push too much about his past and it was nice to not have to hide who he was. You liked having someone around and Frank made you feel safe. Just knowing he was on the other side of the wall in case you ever needed him made it easier to sleep at night. It got to a point that neither of you could be seen without the other and even though you didn’t know exactly what you two were you knew it wasn’t just friendly behavior.

One night you’d woken up to the sound of Frank banging on the walls as he screamed out in anger. You got out of bed, grabbed Frank's spare key and made your way over to his apartment. You knocked lightly on the door pressing your ear to it so you could hear inside.

“Frank, are you alright?”

No response. You knew about his night terrors, he’d told you about his bad dreams and the ptsd he had to deal with. The thought of him being alone when it happened tugged at your heart. You knocked again. Still no answer.

“I’m coming in, Frank!”

You unlocked the door, pushing it open slowly before entering the dark room. Your eyes adjusted to the lack of light from inside allowing you to see the rough outline of Frank's frame on his bed. You made your way to him, your hands moving to touch his shoulders. He flinched at your touch turning to look at you, a wild look in his eyes. His gaze softened once he realized it was you.

“You okay Frank?”

“Just a nightmare. Sorry I woke you. You can go back to bed i’ll be alright.”

He wouldn't be tough. Frank knew he wouldn’t sleep a wink after that dream. He'd just lay in bed looking up at the ceiling and trying to get those foul images off of his mind. You could tell he was lying. Of course you could. You’d spent enough time observing him to know the signs.

“Can’t bullshit me, Castle. Not anymore.”

Frank glanced at you as you gave him a small smile causing him to crack a slight smirk of his own.

“Can’t keep anything from you hum darling?”

“Lay down.”

Frank did as you said his body crashing onto the mattress. His eyes followed you as you moved to lock his door before coming back to his bed. You pulled the sheets over Frank's body, tugging them up so that you could move in next to him. Frank's brows furrowed as you laid down beside him and turned to face the opposite direction.

“Nothing bad is going to happen Frank. Not now that I'm here.”

Frank's shoulders sagged at your words. God you were an angel. What the hell had he done to deserve something so pure like you? You turned around to face him, your eyes finding him in the dark.

“This okay?”

You waited for him to kick you out but he didn’t.  Instead he pulled your body flush against his, his arms wrapping around your waist as you molded into his frame. You let out a content hum, snuggling into Frank's mattress.

“Night Frank.”

“Good night.”

Frank slept like a baby that night, the warmth of your body luring him into a deep sleep. It was an innocent gesture. The only idea in your mind had been about comforting a friend. Sure you liked Frank and if he offered something more you wouldn’t deny him but that hadn’t been your intention. Not initially anyway. 

It’s funny how fast things can change. 

You woke up the next morning to the sun shining through the thin curtains and making the room warm. You moved to stretch your body, pausing once you remembered where you were. Frank let out a small hum behind you causing you to recall what you’d decided to do last night. You’d been so focused on willing yourself to remember that this was real that you hadn’t noticed Frank's hand. There was no way it’d happened on purpose. Frank's hand was underneath your shirt. And that is not all. His palm was dangerously close to your breast. If he moved an inch he’d be cupping you in his hand. You closed your eyes as you let out a sigh. No way this was real. You had to still be asleep. Just as you were about to pinch yourself Frank stirred, his nose bumping into your neck as he moved closer to you. It was then that you noticed something was prodding at your ass. Frank Castle was hard. Hard and completely unaware of what that knowledge was doing to you. You tried to wiggle yourself out of his grip and spare yourself a weird interaction but the moment you moved you realized your mistake. Your hips had pressed against Franks hard on causing him to let out a groan, his eyes opening sleepily. Your eyes widened as they made contact with Franks who trailed his gaze down your body, eyes opening wide as he noticed what was happening. Before you could open your mouth Frank had sprang out of bed, his hands moving up in surrender.

“Ah shit. I’m so sorry I didn't mean to do that.”

You watched Frank stumble over his words as he tried to tell you that he’d never disrespect you like that and that he completely understood if you never wanted to see him again but that he was truly sorry. It was sweet of him to care so much but you’d be lying if you said you were paying attention to him rumblings. Instead your eyes were glued to his crotch. Frank noticed the blank stare on your face, his eyes trailing down to find what you were looking at.

“Oh fuck.”

Frank moved his hands to cover his hard on a blush staining his cheeks as your eyes found their way to his face.

“It’s a natural thing. It’s not your fault. Not that you couldn’t cause it i mean…shit i mean i’m not saying you’re not attractive enough-”

“Frank…”

“Dear god, I'm only making this worse. I just meant it happened other times too. But yeah you being so close to me didn’t help-

“Frank!”

Castle's eyes widened as you raised your voice forcing him to shut up. Now that you’d gotten his attention you moved closer to him, kneeling on the bed before reaching for his hands. You gazed up at him with doe eyes, your small hands wrapping around his large ones.

“I wanna see.”

Frank's breath hitched at your words a groan leaving his lips as he looked at you.

“Darling you don’t-

“I want to see you. I wanna see what I did to you.”

“Ah shit.”

Frank threw his head back as you moved his hands out of the way. You cupped his member through his sweatpants making him moan. You inched yourself closer to the edge of the bed allowing your feet to hit the floor before glancing up at Frank once more.

“You gonna let me take care of you? Or am I gonna have to beg?”

“Fuck sweetheart.”

You took Frank's flushed response as an answer, your hands grabbing the waist of his pants and tugging them down. To your surprise Frank wasn’t wearing any boxers which allowed his dick to spring free. You rubbed your thighs together at the sight, eagerly getting onto your knees in front of Frank. He towered over you and you couldn’t help but imagine what it would feel like to be railed by him. You’d find out soon enough. For now you were focused on bringing Frank some relief. Heaven knows he deserves it. You palm at Frank's dick for a bit before moving your head closer to his dick, allowing him to shove himself into your mouth. You struggle to breath, the pure size of him overwhelming. 

“Ahh, would you look at that? Taking me like a good fucking girl….”

You hummed at Frank's praise making him moan at the vibrations.

“You like that huh? Like listening to me praise you?”

You nod your head slowly keeping Frank's dick nudged deep in your mouth as you do.

“Well go on then. Show me what a good girl you are and suck me off.”

You do as you're told, moving your head up and down Franks shaft at a torturous speed. He liked it though. You could tell by the way the muscles on his stomach clenched at your movements.

“Attagirl.”

Frank's hand weaves into your hair, pushing his dick even deeper which causes you to gag lightly. Your hands make their way to Franks thighs, braceing yourself as he fucked your throat. Frank couldn’t help but watch his dick disappear into your eager mouth. He wondered,not for the first time, if this was real. If this was a dream he hoped he’d never wake up. 

Frank got lost in his pleasure, fucking into you faster and faster as he sensed his orgasm coming. He was close you could tell by how he twitched in your mouth but then, just as you were about to wrap your hands around his balls, Frank pulled out. You gasped for air you chest rising and falling rapidly as you glanced up at Frank

“What’s wrong?”

“Take your shirt off.”

You gave Frank a questioning look before doing as he asked. The second he caught a glimpse of your breasts Frank was a goner. You watched him wrap his hand around his cock before moving at a rapid speed. You didn’t understand what he wanted but then it hit you. Frank Castle wanted to cum on your tits. Wanted to mark your body as his. And you’d be lying if the thought didn’t make you fucking wet. You leaned on your palms allowing your breasts to perk up a bit more.

“Come on, Castle mark me with your cum. Let everyone know I'm yours.”

That was the last straw. Your words combined with the image of you on your knees tits perked up just for him made Frank's orgasm rip out of him.

“Ah fuckkk..”

You closed your eyes feeling Frank's seed spill against your chest and run down your body, soaking into your already damp underwear. You relished the sound of Franks moaning the thought that you were the one who caused them, filling you with pride. Your eyes snapped open when you felt a pair of hands latch onto your body. You glanced at Frank's eyes for a moment before pulling him into a steamy kiss. Frank's hands wandered around your body pulling you onto his thigh as he caressed your breasts, smearing his cum on you as he went.

“Such a good fucking girl.”

“Ah Frank!”

You gasped as Frank's lips latched onto your nipple, sucking on it harshly as you wrapped your fingers into his hair. You humped Frank's bare thighs, your need overwhelming you.

“Franky…”

“Yeah baby?”

“Need you.”

“Tell me what you need.”

“Fill me up.”

“Ah shit. Dirty little thing aren’t you?”

“Only for you Franky.”

“Oh is that so?”

Franks hands grabbed at your ass squeezing your cheeks roughly which caused you to buck against him.

“Franky pleaseeee”

“Patience. I need you to cum first. Think you can do that?”

“Uhhum but I need your help.”

“I’m right here baby. Take what you need.”

You understood what Frank was saying. You moved to straddle his hips pressing your clothed cunt against his muscular thighs. Frank guided your movements by holding onto your hips. You moaned as you found a good rhythm, your hips moving on their own. In any other circumstances you would have felt ridiculous about getting off on someone without them even touching you but the look of pure awe Frank was giving you made you realize you didn’t give a shit. You kept bucking against Frank until your legs couldn’t take it anymore.

“Frank…can’t anymore-uhu- so close.”

“Want me to help baby?”

“Please.”

God he loved the sound of your voice like this, all high and whiney for him. He could live off the sight of you all flustered and desperate, rocking against his leg like a bitch in heat. If he wanted to, he could be mean. He could let you get to your orgasm by yourself but the idea of watching you fall apart was much more appealing. So instead of torturing you Frank reached into your panties, his fingers latching onto your clit and rubbing the bundle of nerves. Two seconds later Frank's name ripped out of your chest, your cum staining his thighs as you reached your orgasm. Frank collapsed backwards pulling you on top of him as he went. The two of you stayed on the ground for a moment trying to catch your breaths. Franks massaged your scalp feeling your chest move up and down as your breathing became steady. 

“You okay darling?”

“Fan-fucking-tastic.”

Frank laughed at your words which made you smile. You looked up at Frank, your hand pulling at his beard and forcing him to look into your eyes. 

“One thing would make this perfect though.”

“Oh yeah what's that?”

“You railing the shit out of me.”

You watched as Frank's eyes darkened with lust, a smirk gracing his features. You propped yourself up laying your hands flat on Frank's chest.

“So what is it gonna be, Castle? You gonna fuck me? Or am I gonna have to take matters into my own hands?”

You punctuate your question by grabbing Frank's once again hard cock in your hand making him gasp at the feeling. In a matter of seconds Frank managed to get up, his hands wrapping around your thighs as he lifted off the ground. You let out a squeal when Frank threw you onto the bed before climbing on top of your body, his hands reaching down to rip your underwear off. You watched as Frank lined himself up to your cunt. He looked up at you with a smile on his face as he watched you gulp in anticipation.

“Careful what you wish for.”

Frank thrusted himself into you without warning, causing a groan to leave your lips as he filled you up.

“Ohhhh Frank….”

“Fuck darling-ughu- so fucking tight!”

You wrapped your legs around Frank's hips for support. Frank placed a hand against the headboard as he continued to thrust into you at a rapid speed. The bed frame creaked and groaned beneath the two of you. You were a mess of moans and mumbled words. Frank wasn't much better mumbling praises about how wet you were and how good of a girl you were being. Frank had never heard you curse before today but it didn’t surprise him to find that you had a dirty mouth on you. Especially when he started toying with your clit. His dick pulsated against your walls as they clamped down on him. One expert move of his fingers had you seeing stars, your mouth slackening as you moaned out his name.

“That it baby… that's it”

“Oh Frank, don't stop!”

He had no plan on stopping. In fact he’d keep you here all day if you’d let him. He’d fuck you in every position he could. He’d dine of your body for the rest of his days. He’d suffocate inside your thighs if that's what you’d want. Anything to keep you here with him. Anything to hear those pretty noises you made. He was close. You noticed the way his thrusts were getting more and more of tempo as his legs started to burn from the rapid movements he’d been making. Frank tried to pull out of you, fully prepared to cum on your stomach but you stopped him by pushing your heels into his ass. He looked into your eyes, his hair stuck to his forehead and his eyes were almost rolling back into his head but he managed to speak.

“Gotta let me pull out baby.”

“I want you to fill me up Franky. Remember?”

“Yeah but we didn’t use a condom.”

“Don’t need to. I’m on the pill. It’s okay, baby fill me up. Mark me with your cum.”

That right there did it for him. Before he could even respond, Frank's orgasm arrived, his hips moving frantically as he filled you up to the brim with his seed. Once he was done Frank collapsed beside you, careful not to squish you with his body. You threw your arm over Frank's chest snuggling into him as he came down from his high. You stretched your neck up leaving a kiss on Frank's cheek before laying your head back down.

“Thank you.”

“For the head?”

Frank let out a laugh. Always a jokester you were.

“For that too. But I meant for reaching out. For tolerating my shit. And for not running away.”

“I’d never run from you Frank.”

Frank placed a kiss on your forehead, his hands making soothing circles against your back.

“Hey Frank?”

“Yeah doll?”

“Can we make this a part of our daily routine?”

Frank's hand found his way to your chin raising your face so you were looking at him.

“I think we can fit it in the schedule.”

You smiled against Frank's lips as he kissed you tenderly. 

Thank heavens for that extra serving of spaghetti and meatballs.

[marinerainbow]

Do you have any more information on that when’s were peach fell in love with bowser eyes 👀 it interest me a lot

Powser is my favorite Mario ship... So yes, I do >:3

Let us renember; in my headcannon, Peach is SEVEN FOOT THREE! Imagine how huge Bowser is if he can grab her up like this!?!?

This post shall also be done in dot points for my sanity XD also, this will be referring to the Powser Timeline of my Mario's Galexy.

In this cycle, Mario and Luigi showed up much later, so they aren't around for a good while. So when it came to maintaining the peace of The Strangelands, it fell on our beloved princess' shoulders. In fact, in this timeline, Bowser doesn't get to kidnap her because she approached him first for peace between their nations.

Bowser had been planning to take over the Mushroom Kingdom for the same reasons I stated in my Mario AU post. So you can imagine how surprised he was when he received an invitation to the very palace he was planning on conquering in the first place. He took this as a chance for a surprise take-over, and told his men to prepare as such.

... The thing is, though, he expected to come face to face with a sentient mushroom ruler. Not the beautiful, kind-hearted, and collected Princess Peach we know and love to greet him at the edge of her city. He actually thought she was a passing human, but no. The toads flanking her sides introduced her as their princess. And when Peach approached Bowser with a sweet smile and took one of his clawed fingers in both of her hands, he fell in love instantly... Which was quite the show when his koopa troops surrounded the princess and her toad guards as was the original plan 😅 Bowser had to quickly call them off, and come up with an excuse on the spot as to why his koopas would point their spears at her.

Peach: Wh-What is this!?

Bowser: No! No! It, uh... Y-You see, my princess *totally not squealing on the inside for getting to say that* uh... My people, we uh...

The Koopas: 😶😶🤨🤨🤨🤨

Bowser: We aren't used to uh... Friendly people, such as you.

Peach: Really?

Bowser: Yeah, yeah! It uh... We were expecting an attack, actually-

Koopa: But my lord, you said-

Bowser: *gives him the 'shut the shell up!' Look*

Peach: Oh, you poor koopas! 🥺 don't worry. You will find nothing but acceptance and peace among the toads. And with our alliance, we'll be sure to offer your people the prosperity you deserve ^^

Bowser: *definitly not wondering what Peaches ring size is already* Right, that's why we're here! For peace! Haha...

(Eventually, after they get married, Bowser tells Peach the truth of what happened. To which she surprises him by confessing she already knew, but decided to give him a chance since he called off his troops, and she's glad she did. My Peach may be a pacifist, but she's not blind.)

Anyways, they went inside her kingdom, and Bowser not only got to see a side of The Strangelands he never did get to see in The Darklands, but was also shocked at how peacefully they were able to work together. Peach never spoke down to him or his people, and made sure neither side would be treated unfairly in their kingdoms union. He was honestly amazed, having never seen anything political being taken care of through non-violent means. It made him reflect on his own laws and Kingdom, too. But he wanted to leave a good impression on Peach, so he tried to paint his kingdom and ruling in a positive light... Which failed miserably 😅😅😅 but at least it encouraged Peach to renain in contact with him and help bring his people into a new, kinder era, so... He considers it a win.

There was a lot of work to be done. Imagine if all of the main Mario games focused on Peach and Bowser teaming up and fixing various issues between their kingdoms. That's how much time passed between them after that first meeting (I actually wanna see that 🤔 Bowser being able to use force and offense when Peach's negotiations and defense fail, and vice versa. Kinda like Bigby and Snow from The Wolf Among Us). But it only made Bowser fall for her harder, and eventually Peach started to fall in love with Bowser, too. And since their kingdoms were already united, it seemed like the most natural course of action ^^

Their love and marriage lasted for the rest of their lives. Raising the koopalings and Junior, and changing all of the Strangelands for the better. However, it all ended on the star festival, as it always does with each cycle; Bowser, Peach and their children were all enjoying a night of fun and collecting star bits, and forming the final grand star before their timeline ends with the galexy resetting itself... Unfortunately, Bowser and Peach don't fall in love in the next cycle, but they at least had their happy ending while they had it...

I hope this timeline makes sense 😅 but! Time for headcannons/tid-bits of the Powser Galexy Cycle!

As you can see, Bowser is still a bit of a goof in this timeline. In fact, he's able to show that side of himself more in this cycle than in previous cycles. That's because there's no need for him to be so tyrannical, and because his precious wife encourages him to let this side of him out ^^

Even so, he still knows how to lay down the law. Peach, she is a good and benevolent ruler. However, there were plenty of times when people tried to take advantage of that. Whether it be neighboring kingdoms during negotiations, enemies trying to take over her kingdom, or even their own people trying to get out of paying for a crime they committed. In that case, Bowser is always there to make sure nobody tries to pull the wool over Peach's eyes. He's kind of like her guard dog, standing behind her with his arms crossed and ready to roast somebody if they hurt or try to fool Peach... Needless to say, this does make people think twice about trying to harm the princess.

Though on the flip side, Peach is able to get Bowser to realize when aggression is unnecessary and whether or not a punishment for a criminal is just or too extreme. It's not uncommon in the kingdom to see Peach by Bowsers' side, holding his claw and keeping him calm enough to see reason and keep things smooth during meetings. If Bowser is her guard dog, then Peach would be his emotional support kitty.

Sometimes, just to tease Peach or because he needs he close in that moment, Bowser will pick up Peach just like in the gif above to give her a kiss, whisper something in her ear, or even during meetings and he and Peach need to talk without anyone else listening in. Sometimes, Peach will hop up onto his shoulder to peck his cheek and see him turn red ^^

In my previous post, I said that Ludwig was the first to be adopted, followed shortly by Iggy. They were actually brought in by Bowser before he and Peach were married. Even though they weren't a couple, however, Peach fell in love with them instantly and would constantly ask Bowser how he and his sons are doing. And he even trusted her enough to send them to her palace whenever necessary! 🥺🥺🥺 Peach treated them like her own, and when they came back, the first thing Iggy asked his dad was why aren't he and mama Peach married yet? This was actually what encouraged Bowser to finally confess his love to her ^^ (Ludwig was in his emo phase at this point, so he was just like "Yeah, she's alright." // "Shut up, Luddy, you still have the violin Peach got you." // "SHUT UP!-")

As such, Ludwig and Iggy are the only koopa kids who remember having only Bowser as a parent. The other koopa kids, even though lived under the rule of Peach and Bowser, were adopted after they got together.

After they were married, they built their own palace on the borders of both of their kingdoms. Peaches' original castle is the families' summer vacation home, and Bowsers Castle is their winter vacation home.

The Mario Bros come to The Strangelands during Bowser and Peach's wedding planning, actually XD when they were due to be married within a week, in fact. Larry found them first and showed them to his parents like they were cool bugs or stones he found XD "Mama, look! They look like you, but very small!" They were able to fix some plumbing issues in the castle that would have potentially interferred with the wedding, so Peach and Bowser promised to help them find their way back home for their help ^^ (I like to think Mario may have developed a mini crush on Peach, but since she was getting married, it obviously went nowhere.)

When it comes to parenting, Peach is the more firm parent. Bowser loves his kids, and he can discipline them. But... He's weak. He can't do it unless it's something serious. And we know he spoils his kids 😅😅😅 Peach loves them to peices as well! But she knows where to draw the line with them and makes sure Bowser doesn't go too far with spoiling them or letting their antics slide. As such, they actually grow up less bratty and not so "we just love being mean!" Then they do when it's just Bowser raising them. Imagine Peach being like Mary Poppins with them, making sure they behave without being aggressive about it. Except she's their mother, not their nanny. Daisy though, is their cool aunt.

When it comes to Junior, Bowser still made him on his own. Even though he and Peach wanted to try for kids, their drastic size and biology differences did make them hesitate. So, to stay on the safe side, Bowser incubated Juniors egg all on his own. Though this time, he had Peach tp take care of him through the draining process and take care of their kids ^^ (and that's how, in the current timeline, Bowser Jr. Still has buried memories of a past life with Peach as his mother. Just not by blood.)

A kinda funny thing though, is that when the palace is under attack, Bowser will go face the threat and the koopalings will surround Peach in their own version of a kill circle XD even though she's their mama, it's no secret that she's the most delicate family member (koopa babies, while still being fragile compared to adult koopas, are still pretty tough compared to humans. I mean, Lemmy and Junior, the youngest kids, already have sharp spikes on their shells 😬). So even though Peach will stand between her babies and any threat, her kids really are the next line of defense if, for whatever reason, Bowser fails.

Though, Peach is still a mama. And any mother worth their salt would break a man in two for touching her baby... That is actually what people find out in this timeline, after the one and only time Peach was actually kidnapped in this cycle. She had Junior with her, so he was taken too. Bowser pulled up with his battleships, ready to destroy the whole galexy to get his wife and son back... Only for him to find his darling, wouldn't-hurt-a-fly wife having tossed her vow of pacifism out the window and curb stomping her and her sons' kidnapper the second she broke out of the cage. That was just more proof to Bowser he found the perfect woman. (He still set fire to the guy when Peach was done with him. The koopa kids all think their mom is even cooler now.)

Oh yeah. Bowser still writes Peach love songs. And Peach writes him so many lovey dovey letters- yes, even after they're married- and bakes him many cakes. They love each other so much 💕

So yeah. They are a pretty dynamic duo with running kingdoms and raising families in this timeline ^^ Thank you for sending this in! I hope you enjoy reading this ^^

[thezombieprostitute]

Nightmares - Part 2

Summary: You and Curtis are having to deal with literal and figurative nightmares while working to make sure the Garbage Men operation runs smoothly.

A/N: Reader is plus sized female. No other descriptors used.

Word Count: ~1.8k

Warnings: Family angst, Fat shaming (a lot of fat shaming), Implied violence, Mentions of death, PTSD. Please let me know if I missed any!

Part 1 -- Part 3

Series Masterlist

“Thank you, again, for agreeing to meet, Mr. Smith,” Bucky started. 

“I’ve been needing to catch up with Jonathan again so this was not out of my way,” Raymond replies after sipping his tea. 

“Were you informed as to the reason for this appointment,” you ask. “I just want to make sure we’re all on the same page.”

“Indeed,” Raymond nods. “I was informed one of your people had a contract out on them and you were seeking to have it removed.” He pulls out his tablet and asks, “may I have the name of the person on the contract?” Bucky gives him Hummingbird’s name and he appears to search for it. “That’s quite the price tag on her head,” Raymond noted. “Did Mr. Bounty Hunter explain the costs for removal?”

Bucky nods, “we’re prepared to wire you the money. Half now, half after proof of the contract being burned.”

“Oh, you’re going for the full burn,” Raymond intoned. “Please do keep in mind that’s only a five year warranty that the person will not have a contract out for them.”

“We understand,” Bucky confirmed. He nodded to you and, after getting the account numbers from Raymond, wired half of the required money. Upon confirmation, Raymond worked at his tablet to remove the contract. GBH was able to confirm it was removed and any attempts at posting a new one under Hummingbird’s maiden or married name was unsuccessful. With that, you wired the rest of the small fortune. 

“If that will be all,” Raymond went to stand, “I have a lunch planned with Mr. Pine.”

“Mr. Smith,” you interject, “I understand your policy on not sharing information on who posts contracts and I will not ask you to release anything that could directly identify them.” Raymond stays seated and nods at you. “However, as the target in question is important to our Family, and pregnant at that, I hope you can understand if I ask for any non-specific information without it hurting G– Mr. Bounty Hunter’s reputation.”

“Your politeness and understanding are greatly appreciated on this matter,” Raymond commented. “I understand how emotional these situations can be, especially where female targets are concerned. I also appreciate that you put her importance to you and yours ahead of her pregnancy. Many would consider me a monster for allowing a contract on a pregnant woman, but the fact is, I did not know and it wasn’t a consideration. I do not look into who the targets are, after all.” Raymond takes another sip of his tea. “You are correct that I have an obligation to not reveal anything and I can assure you that your professionalism has secured Mr. Bounty Hunter’s reputation. If anything, the fact that he brought along such level headed people encourages me to raise his standings.” He looks at GBH, “but that will be another discussion.” GBH nods his understanding. 

Raymond continues, “as to any information about the person who posted the contract all personal intel will remain locked up. But, for your politeness and professionalism, not to mention Mr. Bounty Hunter’s good clout with our organization, I will say that a contract with this kind of price tag is almost always personal. Whoever wanted this woman dead, they didn’t want it for professional gain.”

“So someone with a personal vendetta against Steve,” Bucky mutters. “Doesn’t narrow it down too much.”

“I never said it was against Mr. Rogers,” Raymond remarked with a raised eyebrow. “Now, if you will all excuse me, I really must get to my lunch appointment.”

“So we’ve got Jake poring over her socials, the contract is burned, I’m not sure how much more we can do at the moment,” you report to Curtis. He picked you up from the hotel and was now driving the two of you to lunch with your mother and aunt. 

He nods in agreement at your assessment, grateful to have something to think about other than finally meeting some of your family. He figured something like this would happen eventually but the reality of it is pretty daunting for him. Part of him feels like he’d rather go another round with Lloyd than do this. But you need him so he’s stepping up. 

“Any last minute suggestions before we meet them,” he asks you. 

“My mom and I are going to argue, that’s a given,” you tell him. “No matter how much you might want to, don’t try to get between us, just focus on talking to Aunt Jo. She’s the one who actually listens.”

“So, no advice on how to get mom to like me?”

“I don’t know if she actually likes anyone,” you confess. “We’ll just meet her for a quick meal and hopefully knowing that I’m in a relationship will give her one less thing to yap at me about.”

“We skip ordering a main course and just get appetizers, then?”

“Solid plan. I love it.” You lean over and kiss his cheek. “I hope you know I love you, too.”

“Always,” he promises with a smile.

You walk into the restaurant and spot your mom and Aunt Jo. Aunt Jo sees you enter and waves. 

“Remember, Curtis, you just talk to Aunt Jo.” He nods in confirmation as you walk over. You give him a small thank you as he pulls out your chair for you, setting you across the table from your mother. 

“What the hell is this?” Your mother’s tone is doused in acid. “You’re so desperate to get me off your back about dating that you hired a homeless person to play the role?”

Curtis’s eyebrows raise at the insinuation. He’d even made sure to dress up a bit.

“Mom, just because he has facial hair doesn’t mean he’s homeless,” you bite back. “We’ve been over this.”

“Well excuse me for thinking that any decent man would be clean shaven when meeting their partner’s family.”

“Not everyone has to abide by your standards.”

“You certainly didn’t,” your mother scoffs. “Look at you! It’s almost as if you’ve gained weight. Must be all the stress from losing your job with the author.”

“Oh, you’re no longer working for Mr. Drysdale?” Aunt Jo’s question is a welcome interruption for Curtis who is doing his best to follow your request and not intervene.

“Correct,” you smile at her. “I’ve got a much more satisfying, if busier, job. Still pays well and has great benefits, too!”

“If you’d kept the job with Drysdale you’d have a better chance at marrying rich and not having to work,” Mom accuses. “Honestly, your only chance before was attraction through familiarity. But now you don’t even have that!”

“Mom, Curtis, my boyfriend, is right here.” 

“And?”

“And Curtis appreciates me as I am.”

Mom huffs, “probably because with you around he’s doubled his wardrobe. Or maybe your clothes are too big for him.”

“Just like not everyone cares about facial hair, not everyone cares about weight,” you snipe back. 

“And from the intensity of his glare I think he’s quite taken with her,” Aunt Jo adds, smiling. “Seriously, young man, I’m so glad my niece is with someone who looks like he’d happily make a scene to defend her.” Curtis is caught off guard by the compliment but nods his thanks to your aunt. 

Thankfully Mom’s reply is cut off by the waiter approaching and getting drink orders. You inwardly wince when your mother orders a mimosa, reinforcing your resolve to just get an appetizer and get out. You order yourself a ginger ale, knowing you’ll need it to help your stomach. Curtis orders a root beer, his comfort drink, so you know he’s feeling it too. You go ahead and order the appetizer now. The sooner it gets here, the sooner you can leave.

“An appetizer? Really?” Your mother shakes her head. “It’s bad enough you refuse to lose weight but to flaunt it in front of me is just rude.”

“The appetizer is all we’re going to eat,” you reply.

“So you’re admitting you don’t want to be here,” she snipes back. “Why bother showing up at all if you’re just gonna spit in my face by throwing away everything I tried to teach you and walking out on me?”

“Because it would be more rude to ignore you completely and you know it. I’m trying, I really am, even if you can’t see it.”

“And she’s clearly doing well for herself,” Aunt Jo adds. “She’s able to afford to keep living in the city, has a boyfriend who looks like he'd kill to protect her. And do you see her business outfit? That’s high-end stuff.”

Mom huffs yet again and Curtis sends Aunt Jo a look of gratitude as the drinks are brought out. Curtis makes sure to keep his hand on the bottle so he doesn’t slam a fist on the table as you and Mom keep arguing.  

“They’re going to be like this until you leave,” Aunt Jo confides. “So tell me, how did you and my niece meet?” Curtis falls into a nice conversation with her, frequently glancing over at you, letting you squeeze his hand, sending glares to your mother. Aunt Jo smiles at him, “you’re taking good care of her. Thank you for that. She’s gonna need your support more than your anger after this.”

“Why are they like this?”

“Probably a strong dose of multi-generational trauma,” she tells him. “Women in our family have been strongly encouraged to go on starvation rations for generations with the ideal of marrying rich. Thankfully a few of us have broken loose, like our girl there. But, like a lot of women, she still wants some kind of approval from mother, you know?”

Curtis turns his attention to you, eyes full of adoration. He squeezes your hand, “how about we head home?”

“You’re living together?! I know I taught you better than to be a whore,” your mother loudly whispers. Curtis’s grip on the bottle goes so tight the glass cracks, getting the attention of everyone at the tables nearby. 

“Sweetie, is your hand okay?” You give Curtis all of your attention and go to check if he’s cut himself.

“I’ll be okay,” he says through gritted teeth. “How about we just go home now?”

“Of course. Aunt Jo, it’s been a pleasure as always. Mom, I look forward to your phone calls and emails reprimanding me for everything. I hope the two of you enjoy the rest of your vacation.”

With that, you and Curtis get up, pay your bill and leave.

Part 1 -- Part 3

Series Masterlist

@alicedopey; @alexakeyloveloki; @bigtreefest; @dontbescaredtosingalong; @fic-reblogs-0-0; @hisredheadedgoddess28; @icefrozendeadlyqueen; @late-to-the-party-81; @lokislady82; @texmexdarling; @veltana; @winter-soldier-101

[discotenny]

Bite sized bits - vol 1

Some quick short headcanons that couldn’t be made into a larger post! Some are yume, some are just character centric. Enjoy!

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Doppo and his buster bro?

Doppo has constant thoughts of not being a good role model for his younger brother. It’s never mentioned how old he is, but especially if he's school aged- I imagine he doesn't visit home often due to the concern of being a "disappointing" older brother.

Despite his concerns though, Doppo's sibling thinks he's the coolest person in the whole world.

Life360 but you're the parent

You’re on the Yamada bro’s family tracker LMAO. Ichiro says you don’t have to turn your location on, but he wanted you to be on it in case anything happened to Saburo or Jiro and he couldn’t be there.

Jiro unfortunately uses it to beg to bring home food whenever he sees that you and Ichi are at a restaurant together.

Grocery shopping with Sasara is a literal process

He keeps wandering off into different isles, always seemingly on the other side of the store. Use that ‘clip a balloon to your partner’ life hack thing cause it’s the only way you’re finding him on your own.

Whenever he does appear though, he’s always sneaking items into the cart, trying not to have you notice. And they’re always EXPENSIVE TOO !! He’s got that famous comedian salary so he excuses it by saying he can afford it- but this man is not cost efficient in the slightest.

Ichi's older brother

Ichiro used to call Samatoki in as a babysitter for Jiro and Saburo back in their TDD days. Whenever he had a client to go to, needed to run errands, or simply just wanted a day to chill- Samatoki was always on speed dial.

Nemu would also come along! The bros thought she was 100% cooler than Toki in every way LMAO

I will live and die with Ramuda basement Dice

Ramuda will never kick Dice out of his basement!! No matter the circumstances, whether you move in, bills start raising, or even if you and Dice don’t get along- he has a home with Ramuda as long as he needs it.

Honestly if you ask him to kick his friend out that might be a deal breaker for your relationship

Jakurai wants a HOMEE

You starting your relationship with Jakurai is what compels him to start looking for a house. He was perfectly fine with a small apartment when it was just him- but with you in the picture he feels it’s time to start planning for a more permanent and stable future.

Doppo needs to stop accidentally sending disses to his boss

Doppo uses your private messages as his personal notes app sometimes. He’ll write down a to do list, ideas for rap verses, or just type keysmash when things get a little too stressful.

He doesn’t expect you to respond to any of his messages but when you do, whether giving him feedback or encouragement, he always gets super flustered.

Jiro's scandal

Jiro thinks that nobody knows about his secret relationship with you- but literally everyone knows HAHAHAHA. Saburo saw him holding hands with you one day and he told Ichiro about it- who then fawned about his lil bro growing up to anyone who asked how they were doing- and well, news certainly spreads quickly when it’s about the golden boys of Ikebukuro.

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Thought of these while trying to draft up fic concepts LOL. Hope these bide time in between posts- thank u for reading !!

[scribbleswithsaro]

𝐮𝐩𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬. a collection of lines from the 2003 movie Uptown Girls.

❛ Some fairy tales are true. ❜

❛ I’ve alerted the management company about this. ❜

❛ You did this to me on purpose. ❜

❛ You’re my best friend in the whole entire universe, how could you possibly think a thing like this? ❜

❛ There you are, sweetie. ❜

❛ You know, you can get botox injections for that forehead wrinkle. ❜

❛ Hey, you want to pick up bacterial meningitis or polio, you be my guest. ❜

❛ Listen, I didn’t mean to – uhh... ❜

❛ You always do this. When are you gonna grow up? ❜

❛ This is like a world gone mad. Like I’ve stepped through the looking-glass or something. ❜

❛ I need my shirt back. ❜

❛ This place is beyond its normal grotesque. It’s post-nuclear. ❜

❛ I can’t believe you did this to me after all the strings I pulled. ❜

❛ I know that I’m an undeserving creep, but can we please talk about it over lunch?❜

❛ Fine, see if I care! I’ll live off of water and sunshine. ❜

❛ I actually am uniquely qualified for this position, having spent so many years developing my skills as a people person.

❛ What is this, The Shining? ❜

❛ How cool is this? Look at this little tea set! Look at these cute little scones! ❜

❛ Hey - hey. You don't touch that unless I happen to invite you to tea. ❜

❛ Ugh! You just got your germy drool all over my plastic scone, you freako! ❜

❛ You missed a spot. ❜

❛ Why don't you get your little plastic baggie out and dig up some penicillin? ❜

❛ When you work for me, you leave when I say you can leave. ❜

❛ For your information, I do not work for you. I am employed by your mother. ❜

❛ Swinging door. ❜

❛ Baby, what are you doing outside all by yourself? ❜

❛ I know this is a big change for you, but it'll feel like home in no time at all. ❜

❛I can't believe those creeps would throw a destitute woman out onto the street.❜

❛ Chivalry is so dead. ❜

❛ You can't keep all this stuff. ❜

❛ You sure looked great out there. ❜

❛ I just... you know. Yelling at you the other day and all..? I'm sorry. ❜

❛ What are you doing here? ❜

❛ You're on probation. ❜

❛ Act your age, not your shoe size. ❜

❛ Don't you ever do that to me again. ❜

❛ You're hurting me. ❜

❛ You hurt me. Take it back. ❜

❛ I really hate surprises. ❜

❛ My glands are swollen. I'm having an allergic reaction. My immune system is crashing. ❜

❛ You know you had fun. ❜

❛ It must be hard getting rid of all this neat stuff, huh? ❜

❛ Can I have just five more minutes, please? ❜

❛ God, you're pathetic. ❜

❛ That's kinda harsh. ❜

❛ It's a harsh world. ❜

❛ Could you please help me? This is starting to hurt. ❜

❛ There is never, ever an excuse for hitting another person. ❜

❛ We need to talk. ❜

❛ Those are the four most hateful words in the English language. ❜

❛ Why are you buttering my plastic scone? ❜

❛ I invited you to afternoon tea. The least you could do is be polite. ❜

❛ Are you still moping over that disgusting guy? ❜

❛ Other people always let you down. Why don't you forget them and do something for yourself? ❜

❛ Maybe some of us aren't good at anything. ❜

❛ Every grownup is good at something. ❜

❛ What's so great about being a grownup, anyway? ❜

❛ You're scared. ❜

❛ If you refuse to have a nice time with me, I'm going to have fun by myself. ❜

❛ What is with this music, anyway? ❜

❛ You know, I thought that maybe - just maybe, you'd remember we had plans tonight. ❜

❛ If I never have a drop of tea again, it would be too soon. ❜

❛ Please, go without me. ❜

❛ Is that what you think of our friendship? ❜

❛ Thank you for taking me in like this. ❜

❛ Well, look at this. Perfect 98.6. Only twenty degrees above the temperature of the beautiful day awaiting us outside. ❜

❛ I'm not going anywhere. Especially with you. ❜

❛ We're going to sit in giant tea cups and spin round and round in circles until we puke. ❜

❛ I can't believe I let you talk me into this. ❜

❛ Haven't you ever been to an amusement park? Ever? ❜

❛ Why is it so dead around here? ❜

❛ Let's go home. ❜

❛ You're lucky that you were mad. See, when you're mad, you don't miss people. And if you stay mad, it's like you never knew them at all. ❜

❛ I wasn't mad, [Name]. I was confused. ❜

❛ You were right, [Name]. I am scared. But you're scared, too. You're as scared as I am. ❜

❛ That water's contaminated, you know. ❜

❛ If you don't get out of there, I'll call the police. ❜

❛ A hundred and one degrees. Sick as a dog. ❜

❛ You better hope you don't get radiation poisoning from that toxic pond scum. ❜

❛ Take two echinacea and a Benadryl for your sinuses. Call me if you need anything else.❜

❛ You're the doctor. ❜

❛ I can't think of what to say. ❜

❛ When I'm not ready, you hunt me down. When I try and make it work, you're not interested. ❜

❛ All you do is take, and I've got nothing for you right now, so... maybe it's a good time to start thinking about someone other than yourself.. ❜

❛ This is everything that he's left behind in the whole world. ❜

❛ Grownups never stay friends with kids. ❜

[lemoncrushh]

Seven Six Five - Part Four

Summary: They met once seven years ago. Now music has made them cross paths again.

Warnings: smut, body image issues, angst. 18+ ONLY!

A/N: Enemies to Lovers. This was originally written and posted in 2020, right before the pandemic, so the story takes place then with flashbacks of 2013. Harry Styles x Plus Size OC, written in third person.

Part Four Word Count: 3.1k+

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28 February, 2020 - New York, NY, USA...12:17AM

Bronwyn sat on her bed sideways, her back against the wall. Her ears suddenly felt as though they were filled with cotton, or maybe water, and her own voice in her head was crying from oceans away. She picked at a loose thread on the knees of her overalls, a patch that her friend Sylvia had sewn on for her after she’d purchased them at a thrift shop two seasons ago. Though she knew Harry was waiting for her to say more, she was grateful he broke the silence first.

“What made you change your mind?” he asked.

“Um...reckoned I should hear you out.”

“Hear me out?”

“Yeah.”

With a long sigh, Bronwyn let the next words roll around in her brain before she said them aloud.

“A few years ago, I told one of my best friends about you. About when we met. And she said if I ever got the chance, I should hear you out. Hear your side of the story.”

“What story, love? That’s what I don’t understand. All I know is we were having a great time, or so I thought. We’d made plans to leave together, and to meet near the lift. When I got there, you weren’t there yet, so I waited. I waited for...a long time. I even circled back around the hallway and checked the party. You never showed.”

“I know,” Bronwyn whispered.

“Why?”

“Because...you hurt me.”

“What? How?”

Bronwyn was quiet for a long while. She could hear Harry’s breaths through the phone until they finally merged with her own.

“Bronwyn? Talk to me. Please.”

She could almost hear the crackle in her throat as she opened her mouth and let out another sigh. She’d imagined telling him this a million times, visualised having this conversation. But it had always gone differently in her head. In those scenarios, she’d been angry and accusing, ready to put him in his place. Now she felt...vulnerable.

“When you’d left to go find your bandmates,” she began, “I went to the loo and to retrieve my camera. I was feeling pretty good, from the drinks, but also just from being with you. You made me feel...like no one had before. Like you didn’t see the plump girl. You just saw me. When I made my way back toward the lifts, I heard voices and noticed some of your bandmates standing inside a doorway and realised you were with them. There was some laughter and chatter, and I couldn’t make out all of it. But what I definitely know I heard was you telling them you were leaving with me. And someone else asked if...that was the chubby hippie chick or the hot redhead.”

“Bron-”

“And as if that didn’t sting enough,” she continued hastily, her voice starting to rise, “someone else...Zayn, I think...said, ‘it’s definitely not the hot redhead.’”

“God, Bronwyn, I-”

“You know what hurt the most?” she choked, not letting Harry get a word in. “That I didn’t hear you say anything else. You didn’t stick up for me, or tell them to piss off. I just heard more laughter. At least until I ran out of the building and hailed a taxi.”

“Shit…”

“Yeah. So...as much as I thought giving you a chance to give your side was a good idea when I called…” argued Bronwyn, feeling her blood boil from the memory, “I don’t really see the point now. Because dredging all of this up again has only made me angrier. So I’ll just hang up now before-”

“Stop!” Harry interrupted. “Please, love, let me talk.”

“What’s the point, Harry? You didn’t really want me. I just happened to be there that night to...stroke your ego or whatever it was.”

“That’s not true.”

“Then what was your plan? You were gonna take me to bed and pretend you were into it in order to get your rocks off, and then make some excuse to leave right after?”

“Absolutely not!”

Bronwyn scoffed. “Sure. You probably couldn’t wait to go back to your mates and compare notes.”

“Listen to me, Bronwyn. Whatever you heard...or thought you heard...I can assure you, I never ever laughed at you or about you. Ever.”

Bronwyn was silent as she bit her lip, hoping that would stop the tears that were trickling down her cheeks.

“First of all,” Harry continued, “I don’t remember anyone making that remark about you, but that’s not saying they didn’t. And as for not sticking up for you...if it was said, then I most sincerely apologise, for my idiot bandmate, and for not telling him where to shove it. But...I was nineteen, Bronwyn. I know, that’s not a valid excuse. But at this point...it’s the only one I got. I was a stupid, horny teenager, full of piss. To be completely honest, I don’t even remember having a conversation with my bandmates about you. And I most certainly have no idea who the redhead was that you speak of, because if memory serves, I was with you all evening. All I remember is you, and having the best time getting to know you, and that kiss we shared in the alcove, and my heart pounding because I couldn’t wait to be alone with you. So if anything at all was said negatively about you...please know those were not my sentiments, and I sincerely apologise for making you think otherwise.”

Unable to utter a word, Bronwyn sniffled. She wanted it to be true. She wanted that so badly.

“You still there?”

“Yeah,” she whispered with another sniffle.

“Oh love, I am sorry. I had no idea. I looked all over for you. I didn’t know what happened, other than you must’ve changed your mind. I was pretty gutted, to be honest.”

“Not as much as me.”

Bronwyn could hear Harry let out a deep breath. “Do you really think that’s how I thought of you?”

“Why not? It made the most sense.”

“No, it makes no sense. If that was the case, then why would I have asked you to leave with me? Why would I have kissed you or...even bothered getting to know you in the first place?”

“I dunno.”

“I don’t play games, Bronwyn. I didn’t then, and I don’t now. I wasn’t trying to...prove anything to my mates or make a bet or string you along and make you think I liked you when I didn’t. Because I did! I thought you were beautiful. Those long, gorgeous curls, that heart shaped face...the way your eyes dance when you talk about music. And those were just things I liked right away, before we…”

Harry’s words trailed off with another sigh. Bronwyn sucked in her lips as Harry’s compliments reminded her more of that night, of the feeling she had with him. It made her warm from the inside, all the way down to her toes.

“All I can do now is apologise, I guess,” Harry commented, his tone sincere. “I hope you’ll forgive me.”

“I dunno, Harry. I want to. It’s just...I’ve hated you for so long because of that night.”

“Ouch. Hate’s a strong word.”

“I know,” Bronwyn mumbled. “But you hurt me. Or at least...I thought you had. I don’t…”

“Hmm. I don’t suppose we could start over. Although I’d hate to forget that night completely. But maybe I could help you forget the bad parts.”

“Maybe.”

“I like that maybe. Gives me hope.”

“The records have helped,” Bronwyn admitted.

“Yeah? Have you listened to them both?”

“I have. And I’ve enjoyed them. Even yours.”

Harry chuckled deeply at the tiny dig. “I’m glad. I can bring some more, if you like.”

“You don’t have to.”

“I want to,” declared Harry. “If you’ll let me.”

After a much-needed full night’s sleep, Bronwyn was ready to tackle a new day. The conversation with Harry had put her mind at ease for the most part, although she knew it was going to take some time to completely heal. Despite the knowledge that Harry had never said or done anything to hurt or mock her, that sour, unsettling feeling she’d carried with her for the last seven years wasn’t going to melt away overnight. Perhaps she needed a bit of self-love, she’d told herself, although Harry’s complimentary words about her the night before weren’t taken lightly. In fact, when she’d gotten out of bed that morning, she let them echo in her brain, making herself smile.

She had another reason to smile too, a couple hours later when Antonella phoned her with another job opportunity. This time it was there in New York, and it was for a local band that she’d seen a handful of times already. They were familiar with her work, and she with theirs, so she was always happy to oblige.

Sat in the middle of her flat, Bronwyn decided to unload all of her camera equipment to be cleaned. She’d just gotten to work when she heard the buzzer. Though Harry had said he would drop by sometime in the afternoon, he hadn’t been sure when, depending on his schedule. Rising from the floor, Bronwyn walked to the intercom.

“C’mon up, Harry,” she called.

“How’d you know it was me?” he laughed.

“Nobody else rings my buzzer in the middle of the day,” she chided as she pressed the button to let him in the building.

After opening the door just a crack, Bronwyn sat back down to continue her task. She heard the heavy footsteps on the stairs before the door creaked open a bit more.

“Hi,” he greeted, his foot not quite over the threshold.

Bronwyn looked up from the lens she was cleaning to smile at him. “Hi.”

Harry leant his shoulder against the doorframe as he took in the sight.

“Look at you,” he said.

“What?”

“You look…”

Bronwyn tilted her head. “I look what?”

“Happy,” he replied with a grin.

With a shrug and tinge of a blush, Bronwyn looked back at her lens. “I’m alright. You can come in. No need to stand in the doorway.”

She heard the door shut before Harry stepped into the apartment, his leather loafers clicking on the hardwood floor.

“I take it from your spiffy shoes and ensemble that you’ve either just come from that important meeting you mentioned, or you’re on your way,” Bronwyn remarked as she looked up at him again.

The sun shone through the large window just as Harry beamed at her, reflecting his own light like a prism.

“Actually, it’s both. Had a meeting this morning, but I’ve got another interview later. But I promised I’d stop by with another record.”

“And I said you didn’t have to,” Bronwyn argued.

Harry merely shrugged, a smug expression on his face that made Bronwyn simultaneously want to giggle and slap him.

“No tote bag this time, ‘m ‘fraid,” he said, holding a large paper bag. “Just came from the shop, and this was all they ‘ad.”

Rolling her eyes, her lips twitching as they threatened to smile, Bronwyn rose from the floor to accept the bag.

“It’s one I didn’t see in your collection, and I think you should have,” Harry explained as she pulled out the Zombies album.

“Oh, yes, I’ve been needing this one!” she gasped, quickly flipping it over to examine the back cover. “Thanks, Harry!”

“You’re welcome, love,” he grinned wider, reaching a hand out to touch her arm.

The electricity was almost too much to bear as their eyes locked. As cliche as it sounded in her head, Bronwyn felt as though time had stood still. She suddenly wanted the space between them to erase, but when Harry dropped his hand and cleared his throat, she was a bit disappointed. He’d kissed her just yesterday. He’d said he wanted to continue the kiss. Had something changed?

“Um…I was...just about to make a pot of coffee, would you like some?” she offered.

“Oh. Um...no, actually, I do have to leave in just a few. I only came by to give you the record.”

“Okay,” Bronwyn tried not to frown. She’d known he was busy today. “Is...everything okay?”

“Yeah,” he smiled. “Why?”

“I dunno. Just...making sure. After last night…”

Bronwyn internally groaned at herself. What was she doing? She’d been the one all tough as nails with her guard up, and suddenly one little drop of a hand made her come unglued.

“No,” Harry shook his head, his eyes widening. “God no, love! You mean..” he gestured between them.

Bronwyn shrugged. “I mean, if it’s awkward now…”

“Not at all,” argued Harry as he stepped forward. “If anythin’s awkward it’s just me. I’m trying to…”

“Trying to what?”

“Y’know. Give you time.”

Bronwyn furrowed her brows in confusion as Harry chuckled nervously, running a hand through his hair.

“I’m trying to wait and let you take this at your pace. But Jesus, you have no idea how badly I wanted to kiss you as soon as I saw you sat there on the floor with the sun shining behind you.”

Bronwyn’s face softening, she took a step forward as well. “Really?”

A smile spreading across his face, Harry nodded. “Yeah.”

As though time wanted to play a cruel trick on them both, Harry’s phone buzzed in his pocket.

“Shit,” he muttered, looking at the screen. “Sorry, I have to take this. Do you mind?”

Shaking her head, Bronwyn gestured toward the bedroom. Harry walked through the beaded curtain while she tried to busy herself in the kitchen, making the coffee although it was the last thing she wanted now.

She heard Harry say a few short phrases followed by a “sure, thanks Jeffrey,” before he appeared at her side, making her jump.

“Sorry love, I have to go,” he said. They’ve switched some things around, and I have to be somewhere in twenty minutes.”

“No worries.”

“Mind if I use your…toilet before I go?” he asked, wiggling his finger toward the loo.

Bronwyn giggled. “Of course not.”

With the door shut, she let out a deep breath. She could feel her heart beating wildly in her chest. Harry’s confession had thrown her for a loop. One the one hand, she was appreciative of him respecting her boundaries and letting her take her time. But...something had happened when he’d touched her. She’d definitely felt a spark, and so had he. And then hearing him say how badly he’d wanted to kiss her...God, she wanted to kiss him too…

The click of the doorknob startled her, and she turned to see Harry emerge from the bathroom. He looked so handsome in his lavender shirt as he tucked it into the back of his trousers. Before he had a second to even look up, however, Bronwyn strode across the room and backed him into the wall, planting a bold kiss on his mouth.

Surprise was quickly replaced with approval, followed by lust as Harry gladly accepted her advances and fell into the kiss. Moaning slightly, he ran his hands up her back and into her hair, threading his fingers through her curls. Though Bronwyn had been the aggressor, Harry soon took over, guiding their lips and tongues where he thought appropriate. The stubble on his chin and upper lip added friction as he cupped her head, holding her and keeping her where he wanted her to be, with Bronwyn continuing to press her body against his.

Finally releasing each other, their chests fell with heavy breaths. Harry’s face lit up, giving her a signature smirk.

“So does this mean you like me now?” he asked, his voice a couple decibels lower than usual.

“Nope,” Bronwyn replied, popping the P at the end.

“No?”

“Not even close. Not even a little bit.”

“Maybe it means you just hate me a little less.”

“Hmm. Maybe,” she teased, finally backing away from the wall, letting him free.

“Mhm,” Harry nodded as he adjusted himself and headed for the door. “I’ll get there, Bronwyn. You’ll like me eventually. If I have to keep chiseling away at the stone, or peeling back the layers one by one, I’ll get you to like me. I’ll win you over, somehow.”

“Well now, you’re just being cocky. And I really don’t like cocky.”

“Mmm.” Opening the door, Harry turned with another smirk, poking his tongue out of the corner of his mouth. “We’ll see about that.”

She couldn’t get him off her mind. Lying in bed, Bronwyn stared at the ceiling. So many emotions had come and gone in the last few days, spinning her life around and flipping it topsy-turvy. Seven years ago...heck, four days ago...she’d never thought she’d ever feel differently about Harry Styles. She’d been determined to despise him forever if that���s what it took, or at the very least eventually feel indifferent until she’d finally forgotten all about him. But now…

Turning onto her side, she quietly hummed one of his songs she’d had stuck in her head all day, even after listening to the Zombie’s record. She could finally admit she really liked his music because...well...she liked him, too.

Just as she began to wonder what he was doing, her phone buzzed on the nightstand. Reaching over to retrieve it, she saw it light up again and saw his name displayed. Never had she thought receiving a text in the middle of the night would make her happy. She chuckled, however, when she realised it was barely 11PM.

Are you asleep?

That’s a stupid question. You wouldn’t be able to reply if you were.

Giggling out loud, Bronwyn typed her response.

I’m in bed, but I’m not asleep yet. How was your interview?

It was okay. My mind kept drifting though. Not sure how it’s gonna turn out.

Drifting to what?

You, of course.

Me?

Yes. That kiss.

Bronwyn sent the emoji of the monkey with its hands over its mouth.

Sorry.

Haha no you’re not.

Bronwyn let out a cackle as she imagined Harry’s smug grin.

Sure I am. I don’t want you botching an interview because of me.

Probably my own fault. I was the one who decided to come by before. I reckon I would have kissed you eventually.

Oh, you would have? Bronwyn chaffed.

Maybe.

Well, sorry I beat you to it.

I’m not. It was great.

Bronwyn smiled as she sent a big smiling emoji.

Have to sleep. More work tomorrow. Call you later?

Yes please.

Goodnight Bronwyn x

Night Harry xx

Returning her phone to the table, Bronwyn laid on her back again, shaking her head at herself. Amazing, she pondered, that his voice wasn’t even needed to make her smile. Just knowing he was thinking of her...and that kiss…

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Oh festive prompt 27 puhhhhleese!!

Last one! 😊 A little post-ADWD book canon that is not exactly festive but does have snow.

(I appreciate the asks from people! The fics that I didn't post separately to AO3, I'll add to my A Job Lot of Junk collection after this.)

27. confessing a crush when it's snowing

In the end, the sun rose again. Though it had felt like it would never happen, the Long Night finally ended.

The winter hadn't, though. Jaime had hoped, when the last Other had fallen, that they would take the snow with them--but his luck had never been that good.

At least, not until Brienne of Tarth had dragged him across Westeros.

Some would say she had been the start of his bad luck, and there had been a time he would have agreed. Losing a hand would make even the most stalwart idealist falter, and he had burned away his idealism long ago.

But since she had stormed into his life with her stubborn honor and bullheaded bravery, he had never felt more grateful for being alive. He had intended to tell her so a hundred times, but there had always been distance, or something more important between them, or his own cowardice. Now that they had survived the Long Night, there were no more excuses. Plans were already being made for what came next, and he could not bear the thought of not being part of hers. He had to tell her, or risk losing her forever.

If only he could find her.

"You don't know where she is? Are you not her squire?" he demanded of the trembling stick of a boy in front of him a few days after the Long Night.

"Y-y-y-yes, s-s-s-ser."

"How do you lose a person that size, then?"

Podrick flinched, as though expecting a blow. "S-s-s-s-s-sorry, s-s-s-ser."

Jaime sighed and forced himself to calm. He had seen Brienne just last night, when he had watched her eat a meal of mostly inedible mush with Podrick and the useless Hyle Hunt. It wasn't the boy's fault she was an eternally early riser with a predilection for solitude, even after the most difficult and dangerous battle of their lives.

"Never mind," he told the boy more kindly. "I'll find her myself."

The boy was still stuttering over his thanks as Jaime walked away.

*****

"There you are!" he finally said, hours later. He'd tromped all over and through Winterfell until he'd finally decided she'd run away in the night, or been taken by grumkins. Then, on his way to the stables to procure a horse to search for her further afield to make sure she hadn't died, he'd found her exiting them. The snow had started to fall again, and Jaime felt a shiver roll through him.

"Where have you been?" he nearly shouted. "I looked everywhere for you."

Brienne came to a halt, her blue eyes going very wide and darting away, as if he'd caught her doing something she shouldn't. No one had been forbidden from leaving Winterfell, though it was foolish to go alone so soon after the Long Night.

"I... I went for a ride," she said in the soft voice he heard in his dreams.

"On your own? Without even telling your poor, worried squire?"

Her massive brow furrowed. "You spoke with Podrick?"

"I couldn't very well speak with you, could I?" he snarled.

That furrow turned into an annoyed crease.

"I am free to go where and when I please, Ser. Just as you are."

He laughed dully. "Indeed." The snow was falling harder now. "You are entirely free. Free to take rides by yourself in the countryside. Free to eat with that useless hedge knight, Hunt. You could even scamper back to Tarth tomorrow, if you wanted."

Brienne huffed, loud as a bear. "Were you only looking for for me to harangue me about my independence? If so, might we do it inside where it's warmer?"

He planted his feet and blinked away the snowflakes that were sticking to his lashes. "Here is fine. So tell me, my lady, why were you out riding with nary a word to anyone?"

There went her eyes again, escaping his gaze to stare somewhere off his left ear. "I needed the air."

Jaime gestured around them. "There is more than enough air here."

"I do not have to explain myself to you," she groused. She started to move past him and he grabbed her wrist. She spun, her other hand coming up as if to fight and he released her immediately. "What do you want?" Her voice was thin and sharp as an icicle.

"I want to know what you're hiding from me."

"Nothing." She looked almost as if she might cry, and a fissure cracked across his heart.

"Brienne," he said softly and she bit down on her thick, chapped lip. "You promised me no more lies." She flushed, her head drooping. "I want only to help you. So tell me: why did you go out on your own? Why did you tell no one?" And then, because he could not stop himself, he pleaded, "Why did you not tell me?"

Her hands wrapped around each other, her knuckles red from the cold. Snow was trapped in her thin, plaited hair and had started turning her nose an unsightly pink where it melted upon it.

He thought she might choose rather to freeze than to speak, until she said in a resigned voice, "I needed to think. And I needed to be away from you to do it."

The chasm of concern that had opened in his chest iced over in the bitter wind of her words. "I see."

"It is not what you think," she hurriedly said.

The snow swirled around them, but Jaime felt none of it, numb inside and out. "It seems very clear to me."

"You... confuse me," she explained haltingly, her hands throttling each other. "I cannot think clearly when you are near."

The ice ceased hardening, and he held himself very still. "I did not realize my mere presence was such a problem."

She exhaled sharply, a warm blast of air in the cold. "You are vexing," she said, as though scolding him. "And confounding. And I needed clarity."

"About what?" he asked, desperate to understand.

"About you." Brienne's hands waved wide and wild in the air, swirling snowflakes all around her. "About why you would search all of Winterfell looking for me and then act as if you don't care once you are here. About how we fought at each other's side through all the Long Night, and yet we barely even eat together now that it is done. About what you did for me with Lady Catelyn." Her voice had dropped, almost lost in the snow. "And how you have refused my every gratitude since."

Jaime sighed. "That was nothing to be grateful for."

"I am grateful."

"Because you are a naive fool."

She growled and took a threatening step nearer. He felt his blood pump to life, heating his veins and cracking the ice.

"A fool I may be, but I am not naive," she said with a force and conviction that made his spine jolt with pride--and his knees weak with something far less honorable. "Not any longer. Not after all I have been through." She pierced him with her astonishing blue eyes. "Not after all we have been through."

His usually reliable tongue failed him, and Jaime could only draw a pitiful excuse for a smirk upon his face.

Brienne frowned. "You have had my honest answer, ser, now give me yours: why were you so determined to find me? What do you want?"

The snow blew about them, white and cold and a distant reminder of the dark freeze that had so recently gripped the world. But for Jaime, it was spring in Brienne's eyes, in the familiar, frustrated concern in her face. In the way his heart was blooming in his chest, shaking off the lingering frost.

"What do I want?" he repeated, a slow, simmering smile growing on his face. Brienne only looked more wary--and he found it endearing. "I should think that was obvious. I want you, Brienne."

"For what?"

He chuckled fondly. "For whatever you wish of me. I find myself at odds and ends when you are not there to drag me about."

She glowered at him. "I do not drag you."

"Not any longer," he allowed. Then, with all the seriousness of intention he could muster, he said, "Now, I follow you willingly. I want to follow you for as many days as you will allow me, Brienne. Wherever you may go."

He knew it was not the snow that made her cheeks swirl suddenly pink. The color reminded him of the first sunrise after the Long Night--and he was as grateful for and overwhelmed by it.

"I would rather you walked beside me," she said in hushed tones, her eyes searching his own.

He hoped she could see the truth in them when he replied, "That is a place I fought demons off to be."

"Do you not see that I fought for that place by you as well?" she asked without reprimand.

He inhaled sharply, her words filling his very lungs. She had found him as often as he had her during the battles. She had found him from the beginning, the lost and lonely man that everyone else had overlooked. "Perhaps I am the fool," he said in a choked voice.

He held out his hand and she took it. He felt her trembling as they walked hand-in-hand across the courtyard. The snow slowed to a caressing drift, and the sun fought valiantly through the flat white of the sky to peek through in the distance. Perhaps later there would be warmth and the first breath of spring.

It was a marvelous day to be alive, and walking beside Brienne.

[blouisparadise]

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Happy reading!

1) Every Time That You Get Undressed (I Hear Symphonies In My Head) | Explicit | 12009 words

Note: This fic has mentions of BH.

An AU in which Harry is the typical frat boy who doesn't believe in love but falls for the insecure mess that is Louis. 

2) Deflower Me | Explicit | 20154 words

Louis is a proud virgin, and no matter how much society tries to make him feel like a freak for not acting on his natural urges, he doesn't suffer from his lack of experience. He has never felt drawn to someone in a way that made him want to get involved sexually with them, and he isn't planning on rushing himself so he can get some because people think it's what he should do.

In walks Fratboy, the Serial Haunter of His (wet) Dreams, who thankfully has a little business going on that might be just what Louis needs.

3) The Way The Storm Blows | Explicit | 21649 words

Louis doesn’t have a habit of thinking about Harry’s dick.

That would be weird, seeing as they’re best mates, and they share a flat, and they’ve spent holidays at each other’s family homes. Their friendship hasn’t ever risen to a point where Louis should want to see his mate’s dick, and he’s happy to keep it that way.

Except, all that Louis can think about is exactly that. The size of it. The shape. The amount of people it’s been in.

Maybe it’s the tequila talking, or the fact that Louis’ just recently walked in to an eyeful of Harry taking turns on some slags that he’s never seen before, but. Louis’ mind can’t stop obsessing over the idea.

4) Even The Best Laid Plans | Explicit | 25190 words

Louis wants to have sex with someone and decides Harry is the perfect alpha for the job.

5) Up To No Good | Explicit | 26525 words | Sequel #1 | Sequel #2

Harry doesn’t think of himself as a womanizer, not at all. Sure, he enjoys sex, enjoys how women feel underneath him, and by some people’s standards he has sex with quite a lot of people, but that’s no reason to tell him that he can’t have a female PA anymore.

It’s especially no excuse for giving him a male PA who’s possibly the most gorgeous boy in the world who won’t even let Harry look at him for too long.

Sometimes Harry hates his life.

6) Pretenses That Bind | Explicit | 27560 words

Harry’s the school’s playboy. Everyone wants to fuck him and be him. Teachers and parents are no exception. Louis is gorgeous and a year below him. He’s known for being funny and kind and an all around nice guy. He’s been lusting after Harry for years now, just like everyone else. But he see’s what other people don’t, and he knows there’s more to Harry than meets the eye. He’s dying to uncover the layers that make up Harry Styles.

7) Fake It Till You Make It | Explicit | 28777 words

After a serious error in judgement causes Harry to lie to his frat brothers about being in a relationship, he begrudgingly enlists his best friend’s omega roommate to help keep up the charade. There’s only one small issue…

8) If Ignorance Be Bliss | Explicit | 30429 words

Uni AU: Harry is too experienced, and Louis just wants to get to experience him.

9) Nicotine | Explicit | 32345 words | Sequel

“We’re two different types of people, Liam. He likes sex and drugs, I like theater and tea. Trust me, we’d never date.” Except they would, they do, and neither of them plans on letting go anytime soon.

10) Sleeping On Our Problems | Explicit | 67429 words

Louis sleeps with Harry and they have more than just catching feelings to worry about.

11) Where You Lay | Explicit | 86038 words

When Louis's upcoming heat threatens his success at his new dream job, he asks the best (and only) person he can think of to help him through it: his best mates' best mate, Harry Styles.  Harry reluctantly accepts, and together the two navigate a strange friends with benefits relationship that quickly turns complicated.

12) Baby Heaven’s In Your Eyes | Explicit | 120925 words

A sixth form!AU where Harry is the fucked up bad boy with too many problems, Louis is the perfect rich boy with too much money and their schools are right across from each other. They meet at a party and that’s the last (and maybe the only) thing they need.

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[ask-commander-arild]

OOC Post:

Hi, there! I'm @jnix-2006 and welcome to my ask blog, ask-commander-arild!! I made this blog for @pkmoth's @motherbound-askapalooza, and I plan on participating the entire month of August, but if it does well, I may continue it!! But, bear with me, because I don't use tumblr much, so this is all very new to me, haha. Before we start, I feel I should give a little bit of introduction to what exactly this is. So, firstly, what exactly is an Arild? Well, Arild is an OC I created for the game Mother 3 (Heavy spoilers btw)! He can be seen below!

Art done by @pinkalliums!!! Go check them out!!

Say hello to Arild Eskildsen! A young Norwegian lad of 15 years old who, through a series of unfortunate events, was once a pigmask. I know his design may look a little... 2015, but the design quite literally came to me in a dream, and I would've been stupid not to use it. Now, as much as I'd love to go into detail about his backstory, I wanna save most of it for the asks. I guess the most basic gist is that he was taken from our time, currently in the 2010's but may change later, from a very young age, and made to be a pigmask. Yippee, child soldier! He goes on to be promoted to captain. But after yet another unfortunate event, he ends up being chimera-ified and he gets promoted to commander, but not of the pigmasks... Of what, you ask? Well, we'll get there. For now, here's him as a captain!

Art also by @pinkalliums!! Seriously, go check them out! >:)

Few things to keep in mind for this blog:

1. I don't have many artistic abilities, unfortunately, so this will be a text only blog. Some friends have kindly made a few pieces for Arild, and I will show them off, but for the most part, there won't be much in the way of visuals. If you feel like making art of him, feel free! I would actually love to see it!!

2. Quite a lot of the stuff here is going to involve my own headcanons for the Mother series, especially post-game Mother 3. For example, in my headcanon, Claus survives and becomes the leader of the army, rebranding it in the name of peace, and that is why Arild is a commander. Basically, since everyone has unique headcanons for the series, you can just consider this an AU.

3. There will be mention of a couple real life places that will have Mother-ified names. With any mention of Norway, the name will changed to Fjordland, on account of its many... fjords. Canada is also an important place within the story, and that I have decided to call Mapleland. Creative, I know. I figured I would bring it up to avoid confusion

4. Feel free to ask whatever! Though, obviously, just make sure it's on topic, of course. Silly questions are easy to answer and will usually be answered quickest! Lore relevant questions are a little trickier and may take me just a bit longer to respond to, but I will be happy to get to them!! Also, RP is okay with me, if you want to!!

5. When it comes to asking questions, please don't be weird or anything. Like... being a former pigmask, Arild is a plus-sized character, so a comment about his weight would not be great. More importantly, absolutely NO NSFW. This character is a minor, and that stuff is not okay to ask. I don't think any of this will be an issue, but it's good to mention just in case

6. I do not speak Norwegian, so if I want to sprinkle it in a little bit, I have only on option. Google Translate. I know, I know... it's not the best, but I will try my best to avoid mistranslations or misuse of phrases. I wouldn't want to be the new version of that one post about the Norwegian Butter Crisis, haha.

If you're still here, thank you for reading until the end!! As said, I've never done something like this before, so this intro is probably super chaotic in comparison to other blogs, haha. I am really excited to get started here! I've always wanted to do an ask blog, and I really needed an excuse to flesh out my OC, so I'd say this is perfect! I'd like to give thanks to all the friends, and my bf, who helped me out on this!! Thank you to Moth for setting this event up! Thank you to Hal and a few others for the art! And also thank you so much to my friend Red who helped me create this character in the first place! He didn't tell me what his tumblr was, but he is @/Doc_Glowstick on Twitter!! Alright, I think I've rambled enough now. I'll probably go through this and change it later, but for now, let the blog begin!!!

[cosmicstarlatte]

could you make the virginity obey me prompt with mc being the virgin one? it justs feeds into my corruption kink— (and honestly they would be so so careful and have so much after care with them after, the thought of it just warms my heart)

nsfw 18+ // minors dni

[OG] // ah this has been sitting a while, I managed to do Lucifers and Beels. The 3 others are half finished but I don't think I'll ever complete them so I'm just gonna post what I have lol.

tags: incomplete, nsfw 18+, virgin gn mc, obey me, luci, mam, levi, beel, dia

Lucifer: "Shh...you're doing so well."

When you admitted to him in hopes he'd take your virginity, he was more than willing. It's not everyday a human virgin would like to sleep with a demon. Besides that fact, he felt honored you would want to him to be your first. You, who changed his life. Lucifer loved you and was already planning a night you wouldn't forget.

~~~

How could he not let out a soft groan as he thrusted into you when you looked and sounded so lewd? You looked so perfect underneath him, even with tear filled eyes. He watched as he slid his fat cock in and out of your tiny greedy virgin hole, sucking him in. As much as he tried to be gentle, he started getting rougher, faster with each thrust. You were just so fucking tight. He kissed your forehead, "do you know how perfect you are? Youre doing so well..." After he made sure both of you came, he placed a kiss upon your forehead and asked how you were feeling. He gave you some water & cuddled with you for a few minutes before excusing himself to go start a bath for you two, promising more warm cuddles for the rest of the night.

Beel: "...f-fuck so good...talk to me okay?"

In all honesty, Beel wasn't prepared for this. He's never slept with a virgin before, plus a human one? But if there was one thing he was sure of, it was that he was going to take his time with you and make sure you were okay.

~~~

Beel hissed as he felt your warmth clench around him, he tried so hard to not move further until you adjusted more to his size. The two of you could feel his cock twitching, begging for more friction, desperately wanting to go deeper. He heard you whimper and kissed your forehead letting you know you were okay and safe. He felt you ease up a little more and when you finally gave the OK, he growled. Small grunts escaped him as he started rutting into you. He checked frequently to make sure you were still doing fine. (He's a big boy!) After you both finished he cuddled up with you for a few minutes asking how it was. He excused himself a moment to get you both snacks to re-energize and rehydrate before coming back to snuggle with you.

(These next three are half finished & unedited)

Mammon: "T-that's it, just like that."

His brain short circuited when you asked him if he could officially be your first. There was no way he was going to say no to that.

~~~

It was a new experience but one he wouldn't let you down on. He's never been the best with words but he'd be damned if he didnt get his heart across to you. He wanted you to feel safe and comfortable. Giving yourself to someone can be scary but he didn't want you to feel that way. "There we go...perfect, you're doing, hah, great,". Slow deep strokes and kisses to your face, he praised you all he could.

Levi: "Haah!...i-is this okay?"

You wanted him to be your first!? Levi nearly passed out at your confession. Okay that was a lie, he did in fact pass out. Can you really blame him!?

~~~

After sex he cuddles up with you and can't stop kissing you, making sure you feel all the love and appreciation he has for you. He takes a moment to pop a fun simple game into the tv for the two of you to play, making sure to give you a kiss on your head every so often~

Diavolo: "I got you, it's okay, shhh."

It's safe to say he never imagined you giving up your virginity to him, but here you are, the giant demon looming over you with his swollen cock poking at your prepped entrance.

~~~

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That's it lol sorry 😭

[nancypullen]

Good Day

Yesterday was fun...actually FUN! The mister was making some noise about starting a project that's been on the table for a while. You see, this house was born without windowsills. It's tragic. I've never lived in a home without windowsills. Where the heck are you supposed to put little herb pots or cute holiday knickknacks? Where are cats supposed to sit while they watch birds?

I'm sure the original builders saved money, but it's cramping my style. Mickey has assured me that it's easy enough to cut, paint, and install sills. SO that's what he plans to do. Personally, I think we should start in a room no one sees, like his office. He plans to start in the living room and kitchen...

If the end result is windowsills that I can enjoy, I will be forever grateful.

I think you can buy actual windowsills and just slide/glue them in place, but of course our windows are not standard sized - that would be too easy. To make a long story even longer - this post has nothing to do with our windows. Mickey told me that he was going to drive into Dover (about 40 minutes) to shop at the Lowe's there. He encouraged me to go with him and I made every excuse in the world not to go - I had chores to do at home, I needed to do a big grocery shop, I'd just spend money there that I don't need to spend, etc. Then he said the five words that had me in my shoes and out the door in a flash, "Dover has a Home Goods." He suggested dropping me at Home Goods while he did his lumber shopping. Girls, that was the golden ticket. I've been in many, many Home Goods stores. MANY. If I see one, I usually stop. I have left money in Home Goods in various states and cities without a regret. So when I say that the Home Goods in Dover, Delaware is the best I've ever seen, believe me. If there is a heaven, I'm pretty sure I just got a glimpse of what it's like. I could have spent an entire day and a thousand dollars. Because I am frugal I kept it to $35, but I'm very happy with my haul. I tried to be mindful and not get swept away in the massive and beautiful Halloween section but I did end up with one gorgeous crow and a single, glittery pumpkin in my cart. I mean...who could resist?

That wooden cake pedestal was purchased as well. It will be part of a fall centerpiece for the table - isn't it lovely?

I grabbed a pack of napkins from their endless selection and have already used them to transform a dollar store pumpkin.

Now that she's dry I'll add some burlap ribbon and lace.

September is off to a good start. I mentioned a crow. I can't resist a good crow. The one at Home Goods had been looking for me. He's perfect for a project. You see, a few weeks ago I picked up four chunky candlesticks at an auction for just $2. I knew that I'd want to turn them into something else, so this is what I'm starting with..

I'm going to chalk paint them ivory and distress them so a bit of that dark wood shows through. That dollar store stack of pumpkins will be painted in more muted colors, and maybe I'll add a wide burlap ribbon somewhere. How fun is that?? One simple trip to Home Goods has resulted in several craft projects to keep me happy. That's a win. I did buy a few practical things as well, like these adorable reusable straws. Pink with gold crowns!

I use straws every morning when I drink my protein shake. The grandgirl uses straws when she's here as well. I usually buy boxes of pretty floral straws, but these are just as cute and can be popped into the dishwasher. I love having a list of artsy things on my to-do list, and autumn is my favorite time for that, probably because the stuff is just so much fun to make. My last clay ghost is ready for paint and I'll start him today. I'm giddy over that. He's the one who will be a patchwork quilt. I thought I was being so original, and had even dreamed up a book about him. When I did a quick Google search to make sure nothing similar existed, I realized I'm a couple years too late - but doesn't this story sound delightful? Much better than mine.

"His parents are both sheets...his grandmother was a lace curtain..." I love that so much. All the more reason to enjoy painting my little ghost. Anyway, after my $35 Home Goods spree (I regret not buying the Halloween bedsheets) Mickey suggested we grab lunch. If there's one thing I enjoy almost as much as Home Goods, it's going out for lunch. Nothing fancy, we just popped into Qdoba where you can build a semi-healthy, spicy bowl. And, as if the day wasn't splendid enough, when we finally pointed the car toward home we went through a Starbucks drive-thru for a yummy drink. You guys, I felt like I'd been let out of prison after being wrongfully convicted. Home Goods, lunch, and Starbucks - what a fun day! At the moment I have laundry chugging and another load to go in after that one. I should probably dust, and clean windows...but the odds are very good that I will be painting and crafting today instead. It's a holiday, I'm allowed. Alright, time to start painting candlesticks, so this is where I'll sign off. Sending out loads of love, encouragement, and the hope that this new month brings happiness to our doorsteps. While we're waiting, we might as well create a little of our own.

Stay safe, stay well. XOXO, Nancy

[whatifsandspheres]

The development of the area in the "Inland Empire," as they called the area including most of Riverside, was a recognizable boom even before the housing bubble crash. You could feel something was different. It seemed hopeful, but too good to be true, loaded, rigged. Large tracts of land had already been cleared and leveled even if they weren't built on yet. They'd sit empty like monopoly board game spots. Empty and plowed over, disturbed soil that would turn into meter deep mud if you tried to walk through it on your way to school. Weeds. Oh, the tumbleweeds the size of cars! I felt like there was a common thread between myself and the science fiction from the early Post-nuclear era. The 50s onward before the cold war reached the Cuban Missile crisis. The aesthetic it took on for me was that of the little old lady clients my father worked for. Sometimes they would gift my mother old things they didn't use anymore like sewing machines. Sun City definitely had that, even more so than Perris. The architecture, the planning, the street signage. I visited the public library there a few times and not nearly enough as I would have liked. There's still a book I don't recall well enough to track down. It had a short story about an engineer who had come upon a sort of superconducting little bead and he worked on reverse engineering it. Around the time I felt this phase ending, that story imprinted on me from my overdue library checkouts. Part of my earliest years were in libraries. The programming of television seemed so rigid and the internet was barely shedding nerd-like ridicule and breaching into international mainstream. Such a particular range and selection of elements that combine and somehow structure my mind's recollection. When we moved to Menifee there was still a lot of native wildlife around that I was able to appreciate. The river ran right behind our house and after the rains there were so many frogs. When things were drier there were harvester ants and Latrodectus spiders. I don't speak to anyone from those years anymore. I contacted Rose much later when Liz and I had been separated enough that I had more room to breathe and talk to girls like before. She was also going through post-break-up bullshit and I tried to leave the lines open to whatever but we just weren't really feeling each other. It must have been obvious what my state of mind was. I even got to confess to her how I had felt during the year we shared in class. She said she never noticed. It didn't seem to matter, we talked briefly and I got the feeling she was hoping I would show more initiative. Nope. I met Shampree during freshman year but we didn't have any classes together yet. The campus had a library branch outside the gates, so technically not part of the school but still on the campus. Honestly, I think she was trying to flirt, to pick me up even, not that I was the only one and not that she put particular weight into being a combination of friendly and flirty. I was reading Brian Greene's Fabric of the Cosmos. I was almost completely blindsided by her actually. I was in the part of the book where a Mulder and Scully analogue is being used to describe quantum entanglement, and she shows up. She tries to describe Schrodinger's cat, and then passes the baton to her cousin who she says is much more versed in that sort of thing. This was before she started to date Alan, mind you.

Her cousin was a JROTC junior, IIRC. Before we had moved I had gotten to watch the PBS special on The Elegant Universe, and shortly before that I had only just barely discovered The Universe in a Nutshell. I was so uninterested in school for the most part. In people. It felt rare that I would even want to be around people and looked for any excuse to avoid it. I could feel the suburban sprawl around me closing in as more houses got built and more traffic flowed the segment of freeway. I felt the aura of places like Temecula closing in. It reminded me of Vault City from the Fallout games. So obviously I wasn't interested in Shampree in that way, but we kind of became friends. Well, she found me sitting outside the school library and then every lunch and break time after that I was kind of just stuck with her and the group. They grew on me, but I say stuck because at first I almost rolled my eyes to see her during school time. The librarians liked us. She eventually got a job at the library we met at once we had graduated, then even moved back to San Diego after I had also moved back and she landed a decent job at another public library in the city. We even hung out a few times in-between when Liz had been far enough out of the picture. It got a little less than platonic, but I'm glad it went no further. I remember a few girls from that time with much more resounding match to whatever I was looking for but can barely even put words to now even at this age and calm recollection. Crystal. Alicia. And to a lesser degree Yuri. Alicia mainly, actually. If any of the rest are worth mentioning it's only because she kind of opens up the door to it. I don't remember her laugh. I'm forgetting her face. I can barely recall the way we met with her smacking her hair into my face when I was resting my head on my desk behind her. I loved the way she looked at me. Fuck. Fuck this. What am I striving for? I know I wouldn't change a thing, so when will I get what I've thought worth the opportunity costs of all these things that seem to have such lasting influence? Floating Hobo Village, huh?

[waitingformyfavoritesongs]

8:39 pmpdt Wednesday 22 March 2023

Vag acid pain 😖😭 tip of tongue 👅. I don’t know 🤷🏻‍♀️ what I really am. I have been fighting back on a lot of bad feelings. I feel like a wounded animal. I don’t know 🤷🏻‍♀️ what type of animal 🦔. My sophomore English teacher 👨🏻‍🏫 said something. It doesn’t make it look 👀 good for me what he said. Animals come in many sizes & shapes. I never read bunnicula but I’m curious now about rabbits 🐇. My head was punched in on top 🔝 uh oh autosave. 8:44 pmpdt 3-4 times probably & I think 💭 my upward growth was stunted. Brooke shields 🛡 is tall? I saw the endless love movie 🎥 on tv 📺 . I would not have thought 💭 she would have grown taller from that point in her life. I didn’t. I wonder 💭 if my brain 🧠 should be bigger? 8:48 pmpdt

I started new posts Bcz I wrote a lot. I was going to write ✍️ something but now I’m discouraged. Incubus hurt the bottom of my feet 🦶 a lot this week. I probably won’t be able to save my hips what is left of it. 8:51 pmpdt I wonder 💭 pain right arm 8:52 pmpdt I don’t know 🤷🏻‍♀️ what is the big deal with wondering 💭 it out loud. He hurts me all the time so I don’t think 💭 he’s planning to keep me. I don’t trust him. He is toying with me a lot with stuff I wish was true Bcz it sounds nice but acid pain mouth 👄 roof it’s also feels very fictional to me. Being god, you’d hope that a god wouldn’t lie about that type of stuff to anyone. But being in the position I am in & what he’s put me through it looks & feels like I’m looking down an inevitable tunnel with one destination that I’m going to dread Bcz it isn’t a pleasant experience he has in store for me. 8:58 pmpdt you’d hope that a god would have enough integrity to not cross that type of line. I never told Scott that I liked him. I never told Scott that I loved him. I never told the 4th guy or the 2nd guy or my first real boyfriend. 9:01 pmpdt I once tried to end things with the 4th guy saying we’re probably not good for each other when I returned his sock 🧦. 9:02 pmpdt but I tried too hard to fit in. 9:03 pmpdt there was a time I wished I dated around more left hip 🦴 bone pain can’t breathe 🧘🏻‍♀️. Why he had to do this to me. I wish I was miscarried. Why he has to play games like that? Boredom? Bcz I didn’t meet many people. I was never widely known. Left butt bones 🦴 pain. Acid skin pain left arm. I want to die. 9:06 pmpdt I don’t want to be a sacrificial lamb 🐑 for your heinous economy. I wish aliens 👽 from a kind far away planet 🌎 would abduct me. He is probably going to murder me. If I go missing, or die, or lose a part of my body you should question me him. But not directly. 9:09 pmpdt bcz I probably could have said yes 🙌 buy me a plane ✈️ ticket 🎫 for New York! Then he could have got rid of the plane ✈️ I was on during 9/11. 9:10 9:11 pmpdt

if getting rid of the plane ✈️ would (acid throat pain 9:12 pmpdt) have got rid of evidence... of being connected to a disappearance (right foot 🦶 heel pain 9:13 pmpdt left ankle pain) of 16 year old girl. That he would have felt excited about & gave him a rush at the prospect?(def?) of a fling & then nicolatian (vag pelvic? Bone 🦴 scrap/dig 9:15 pmpdt) her when he’s done & bored. Bcz she’s a quiet young woman 👩🏼 looking for more Bcz she doesn’t have many friends at home ? 🏠 teens like Sierra LaMar looking for more. Acid pain pelvic? 🦴 bone. I think 💭 he’s breaking it to me that I am bad. Fine you win. I’m bad. I haven’t done much. & b4 I moved this year? Depression depressing feelings felt realistic. He made me feel like my real feelings are really bad. But do I have an excuse? It’s not something that is triggered 😤 by experience of being abused? I’m trying to remember the feeling now. Why’s it hard now? He took the memory away. If I’m really like that deep down he doesn’t want me feeling it for long. No telling what I would do if I felt like doing bad stuff all the time. Good thing I didn’t feel like doing bad stuff most of my life. I did have a lot of bad feelings and thoughts 💭 to fight against in my mind. So if I’m really bad like I’ve been feeling recently then I guess I’ve been fooled most of my life. 9:26 pmpdt a lot of weird controls & psychology to trick me. 9:27 pmpdt

[uniarycode]

(long post incoming)

First of all, to answer your questions to the best of my ability:

The epilogue was written by the same team that made season 1 and 2.

I don't know how well it was received by critics, because really in 2000 how many people were specifically critiquing the ending of kids shows? But by fans it had a pretty poor reception.

I don't think the ending had anything tooo hard on subverting expectations, unless maybe you count the plan to pair the main female lead with someone other than the main character.

For the most part the ending feels like one of those "Where are they now" endings of movies "Based on a true story'"

And it feels to me like it was included because they felt they need a "where are they now" ending, regardless of whether that was a good idea or what it meant for the rest of the show.

An epilogue is a tool, and is generally used best when it provides closure and avoids presenting new ideas. The 02 epilogue inserts quite a few new ideas, many of which were based on background ideas the production staff had, and makes the epilogue read more like an excuse for the production team to insert ideas they couldn’t elsewhere rather than a true conclusion of the story.

The epilogue gives everyone a job.

Some of these are what the kids wanted to be at 11, some of them complete character arcs if you convince yourself they do. Some of them....less so.

One of them is based on an in-joke on the production team that doesn't have any reference to the series proper....so brand new idea.

The tomboy of the first season became a fashion designer with traditionally feminine clothing.  I’m not sure how well that played in Japan, but it was not very well received in the west.

Another girl didn’t get a job at all, only talking about being married to one of the other characters.  That went poorly in both Japan and the West, because they released a retcon later giving her a job.

The epilogue drops out of nowhere that “Everyone has a Digimon partner”

Digimon isn’t Pokemon, having a partner is an exception not the rule, and the Japanese term for having a Digimon partner in Adventure universe is literally “Chosen Child.”  Giving one to everyone destroys the magic of it, in the same way Harry Potter doesn’t end with all muggles gaining magic. The exclusivity is part of the fantasy.

In 02, there are at least some themes around their being more than 8 children, and human-digimon relations, but they aren’t super prevalent and giving everyone their own partner still feels a bit new and jarring.

Season one is a portal fiction/Iseka, where the main characters are children of prophecy, destined to save the world. The idea there might be more than 8 of them is mentioned like once, one episode before the finale.  And even that is presented as “This happened once before. according to the legends”

So Digimon going from their special destined thing to something everyone has is very jarring, and ruins a theme some enjoyed.

(there were also complaints about the realities of giving everyone emotion-activated attack helicopters that could grow to the size of a house without notice, but honestly, I think most people lodging that complaint were already mad at the epilogue.)

Random background point with outweighed influence.

You could never tell this from the story itself, the idea that the chosen were not just increasing, but doubling every year was there from the beginning and, according to interviews with the staff, they planned the date of the epilogue to be based on when that exponential grown would surpass the world’s population. 

This allegedly was true from the early days of season one, when more kids having Digimon partners was neither plot nor thematically relevant at all, and even in 02 where you can feasibly convince yourself the addition of more Chosen was a theme, the *rate* of growth was unimportant to anything, but still defines the date of the epilogue.

Why?

And finally, yes shipping.

There were 2 confirmed couples.  One was, as per the above, an intentional subversion of ‘main character gets the girl’.

The second was because the production team liked how well their Voice Actors got along.

So again, not based on the story you just watched.

Meanwhile, none of the most popular couples were confirmed, even in Japanese fandom. (We know this because magazines ran polls at the time asking favorite 'combinations)

There was no way to pair people together at the end that made all shippers happy, that’s a fact of life and time skip epilogues.

But it does circle back around to my first point.  

An epilogue is a tool, and just because you have a tool, doesn’t mean you need to use it.

There’s not really much of anything gained from the inclusion of the epilogue, but there is quite a bit lost. The epilogue works best when you think of it as "Happily ever after with extra steps", so why add the extra steps?

And even if you want an Epilogue, you don't need to jump from when kids are 11 to when they are 36. A year or two will do.

And ignore anyone saying that it’s been retconned by recent films, they are wrong.  Although many fans have mentioned being confused/or less motivated for recent additions based on them being constricted by the epilogue.

OK so I was never part of the Digimon crowd. My knowledge of it consists of memories of episodes I saw when I was like 8 and two movies I saw around the same time (one of which was three movies edited together) so I ask...

Can someone fill me in on the angst with the 02 epilogue? I know it has something to do with shipping, but is there more? Like, is it bad in comparison to the rest of the series? Did a different crew from the ones that made the first season make this one? Was it meant to subvert expectations? Was there something in the subtext? Was it well received by critics but not by fans or was it only western fans that didn't care for it?

Could the more digi-literate fill me in on this? I'd like to know how people feel.