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appalachianapologies · 2 years ago

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y’all i love you all so much but when i said “essay” i seriously meant it 😂😭 you have absolutely no obligation to read this because it is SO long but if you do, i’d love to hear your thoughts lmao. uhhhhhh i apologize in advance

So basically Mac dies in 5x15 (can we get an F in the chat)- when he flatlines they can’t get him back and so rip Mac you will be missed. Except then he “wakes” up in the forest right as he gets shot in the leg in 3x13. Because there’s something currently trying to murder him, Mac puts the whole “what happened” thing on the backburner and ends up fighting off what’s his face like he did in canon. Riley and Boze find him and much to Mac’s surprise, act the same way they did when this happened earlier.

But he’s in a lot of pain so mac is like “ok well surely i must be hallucinating or I’m just having weird lucid dreams because my brain is being starved of oxygen” and plus he has a bullet in his leg so he kind of has other pressing matters. Anyway riley and boze bring him back to the phoenix in the same way that they did the first time and mac’s kind of getting weirded out, and then before he goes into surgery he spots jack and mac is like “!!!!!!”

He starts being like “you can’t go after kovacs, you can’t do this, you have to stay,” etc. Much like Mac, Jack doesn’t have a lot of time to focus on this because Mac still has a bullet in his leg and his hand is all burned so he just kind of waves it off and tries to comfort mac before surgery.

After, though, Jack is like “how did u know, how do you even know about kovacs in the first place?” And Mac, realizing that he absolutely cannot tell anyone that he thinks he’s just gone back in time and has already lived these days, makes up a quick lie that he was suspicious bc of how jack was acting so he looked into it and how he’s sorry and should’ve asked, but Jack accepts that as the truth (bc like why wouldn’t he?). Mac basically spends the entirety of his recovery trying to convince jack to stay without giving too much away like the fact that Kovacs is in fact dead and it’s Anya Vitez who’s parading around as him.

Luckily Jack decides to stay and mac is like “yay :)” and he thinks that maybe this is good, whatever the hell happened to him that put him back two years. Because Jack is going to stay with the team and thus hopefully stay alive, Mac decides to not push the whole “I think I time traveled” thing, and just decides to settle into this world/timeline/whatever.

He still does some weird things like ask Riley to find Desiree Nguyen but not tell anybody, and give Bozer some oddly specific advice for Leanna, stuff like that. He knows what’s going to happen to Charlie soon, so Mac immediately tries to contact him and tries to remember as much as he can about the initial explosion that got Charlie taken in the first place. With the Phoenix resources he looks up as much as he can about Eliot Mason and tries to predict what he’ll do if he isn’t able to grab Charlie.

Mac sees this as a second chance, as the ability to fix everything that went wrong the first time. Mac is like “holy shit I can literally save people” and he totally can but there are. Hmm. consequences.

A few months later around the Murdoc + Helman + Hit episode (where mac knows suspiciously a lot about where Helman could be hiding) Mac starts to get these headaches. They’re like not quite migraines—don’t have the same symptoms like halos and stuff—but they feel much much worse than just normal headaches. Mac chalks them up to stress bc he’s been trying to save all of the people that he couldn’t, all while keeping an eye out on what’s happening with Desi bc he doesn’t know what’s going ot happen in the timeline if she never comes to the Phoenix.

But then one night Mac’s chest starts feeling really tight, like really really tight, to the point where he can’t really breathe. He assumes it’s a panic attack or something except for the fact that he’s just… not panicking? Right before Mac decides to metaphorically bite the bullet and call Jack for help, it stops, so Mac’s like “uhhhhh ok surely this will be fine” and then never mentions it to anyone at all.

Mac manages to save Charlie and thus the Phoenix (it’s a tad bit more complicated than that but this is so long already-), but a few days later when they go to work Riley gathers them all in the war room and is like “someone got into all of our servers and other important things™” which the US government quickly learns about, and shuts down the phoenix. Mac freaks out bc he thought he stopped that from happening, so he doesn’t know what to do, especially because this time around Jack is still here and it looks like he’s about to raise hell when he hears that the Phoenix has been shut down.

Now that no one has jobs, Jack thinks about joining the task force to find Kovacs (bc it still exists, Jack just isn’t running it) and in desperation to make sure he doesn’t leave, Mac tells Jack that Kovacs isn’t actually alive, it isn’t actually him, it’s someone else. Understandably Jack is like “???? bestie you need to explain yourself because this does not make any sense and also how tf would you know that?”

Mac lies and tells Jack that he’s been trying to help find Kovacs as well because he knows how important it is to Jack that he does so, and that he’s used Riley for help but don’t ask her about it because she doesn’t like to talk about it from the things she’s seen… Mac gets further and further into this lie but he doesn’t care if it means that Jack stays with them.

At some point during this weird time where the Phoenix doesn’t exist and everyone is trying to find their footing as civilians, Mac asks Jack if he thinks his dd is truly listening in when he talks to his grave and jack is like “for the sake of myself, yeah, i think so” and mac is like “ok ok. Interesting. Wondering for no particular reason.” which then reminds him about James so he’s like “oh shit” and calls his dad and tells him to go to the doctor because cancer.

Mac starts to get the weird headaches and chest tightness/pain again, but still keeps it from everyone because it always eventually goes away, and he’s pretty sure it’s a symptom of him… time traveling? So no one can know about it anyway.

In the end, Russ Taylor finds them once more, wanting to turn over a new leaf in his life and wants to do so by buying the phoenix and having them do missions to save the world. Jack is like “hell no” and punches Russ and then Russ punches back and then they lowkey highkey get in a fight and mac is awkwardly trying to pull them apart and being like “uhhhhhh what if this is good?” and is trying to be super normal about this.

Back… before… Mac always wondered how Jack would react to Russ buying the Phoenix but now that he actually is here it’s far worse than Mac thought. But there’s not much time to think about that because Mac knows what’s coming next, knows what’s going to happen within the year, and that’s the appearance of his Aunt and Codex and everything. Mac throws all of his free-time into trying to find Codex by himself and also trying to make it look like random chance that he did that.

He decides that he’s going to be the one to reach out to find his aunt and it’s not the smartest idea but it’s what he’s got, okay. All the while Mac is trying to remember all of the missions that he’s gone on before and tries to remember how they went and how he can improve on them. Much to Mac’s surprise, Matty and Russ both agree that bc not enough agents came back after Russ bought the Phoenix out, they need more agents and mac is like “desi nguyen” and jack immediately turns and is like “how the FUCK do you know that name” and mac just has to be like :) don’t worry about it

Mac realizes the best way to take down Codex is to do something similar from last time, pretend to be a double, triple agent, but the only person he tells the truth to is Jack. This results in Jack (instead of James) being the one that’s taken to the weird Codex building headquarters thing, and then mac freaks the fuck out because this is where James died, so if things go the same here this means that this is where Jack dies instead.

But then weird things start happening. Eliot Mason for some reason works with Codex now, he’s the one who’s fashioned a bomb for the dam. Mac doesn’t know what’s happening and doesn’t know how much of his original timeline is going to hold up. He’s been relying on knowing what’s going to happen for so so long at this point that Mac feels really really bad living “normally” aka living and not knowing what the future holds.

The headaches and chest pain become more frequent and Mac knows that he’s going to have to tell someone about this soon, but it��s getting harder and harder for him to remember what happens in the future. He feels lost because of this new Codex and doesn’t really know what’s going to happen next and that is Scary!!! Okay it’s scary he’s known what’s going to happen for the past year but now things are getting muddled in his mind and everything is Not Good Not. Good.

So when asked if he wants to take the mystery drug (how do they get there in this timeline? Idk man that’s a problem for future Vi and right now present Vi is just having fun) to remember Mac is like “hell yeah dude!” and jack is like “maybe don’t??? Take an experimental drug???” but mac is so desperate to remember the things from the original timeline that he takes it anyway.

It does help (shows mac what’s coming in the future) but there’s something about it that just doesn’t feel quite right, but Mac can’t put his finger on it. Meanwhile Desi starts working on the team more and more, and with Leanna still here thanks to Mac meddling with Bozer’s love life half a year ago, the team is big enough that they sometimes get split up on missions, but right now everyone is working toward Codex.

The dam happens but in a strangely different fashion. Leland dies but Mac manages to save aunt Gwen. Jack is with him in this universe and ends up breaking his leg (rather than Russ, but also from a whole different reason in the first place) and mac feels the Guilt. This increases when Gwen is immediately hauled off and sent to a blacksite and mac is told under no circumstances is he allowed to go visit her even though as an agent he technically should be allowed to.

The headaches become debilitating enough that Mac begins to tell everyone that his migraines are back even though he knows that they’re not migraines, but he just has to say something and migraines are pretty damn believable because of the pain.

The timeline has been changed and fucked with so much that Mac can’t really predict the upcoming missions anymore. He never got the chance to become close with Desi so she’s still closed off and doesn’t do much with the team. Mac lets an inside joke slip out by accident and seeing her confused and slightly uncomfortable face rather than the smile that he’s used to hurts. It hurts okay.

But Mac tells himself that it’s all worth it, that things are better this way. But it’s kind of hard to remember why? Like he doesn’t really have a good memory on why things are better in this timeline. Can’t remember too well about what things were like before. All he knows is that Bozer and Leanna are together and happy and Jack is alive and things are good things are good Things Are Good. Sometimes it feels like Mac is watching all of this through a window and sometimes he can’t really breathe but things!! Are good!!!

Realizing that his memories of his other life are fading, Mac gets a notebook and starts to religiously write down everything that he can, but they’re just so muddled and faded that the memories don’t even make sense anymore.

Matty’s CIA friend and everyone in that building start showing symptoms of strokes and showing aggression and Mac is like “this is SO familiar” kind of like deja vu but can’t for the life of him remember why this happened and how this mission ended. He goes through that building with Jack and they start showing symptoms as well and Mac knows he knows that he’s gone through this before but he can’t remember what the answer was to it.

It’s frightening but he still hasn’t told anyone about his weird experience and time traveling so he continues to just keep everything in.

Mac and Jack end up getting sent out on a mission during a protest and Mac kind of feels like he’s been here before but not quite, and suddenly according to Riley who’s back home in the Phoenix Labs has announced that mac and jack have inhaled some sort of tracking device and mac blurts out “nanobots” before he really knows why and he doesn’t even know what nanobots are himself? But he’s pretty sure that that’s the problem.

By the time they get back home and sent to Phoenix Med for many blood draws, Mac spends a long time looking at his hands and Jack’s like “what’s up hoss?” and mac kind of gives him a curious look and is like “i don’t really know. I just feel like my hands are important” He doesn’t have anything to back this up though, so Mac just shrugs it off and figures that he’s just worried because he relies on his hands so much for his missions.

Every night he rereads what he had written in his notebook, desperately trying to remember this past life that he doesn’t really understand. When he started the notebook he didn’t write down how he got into this life/timeline in the first place, but Mac knows that he used to know the answer to it. He just. He can’t remember. It’s driving him mad but Mac can’t fucking remember what it was that sent him here.

The nanobots (they’ve taken a liking to the name for the robots that mac blurted out a few weeks ago) start causing symptoms in Mac and Jack, and eventually Mac confesses to the Phoenix doc that he’s been getting headaches and tightness in his chest, but he’s a bad patient and lies and says that it’s only started since inhaling the nanobots. The doc tries as he might, but they can’t figure out why mac has these symptoms.

The finger tingling and later numbness begins and mac is like “huh this is so weird” and literally cannot remember that this exact same thing had happened to him before. His old life just doesn’t really exist in his head anymore. Mac knows that it must’ve at some point because he has this notebook full of memories of missions that went differently, but it’s not like he actually remembers it, he just has to trust his past self who wrote it down.

Mac and jack go under the control of the nanobots and are forced to fight each other and jack is like “just like griggs” and mac is like “ahaha yeah. Just like griggs… right. Yes. of course. Griggs.” he remembers griggs and he remembers the missions that followed and that one where he ended up getting shot in the forest and mac thinks about it and is like “why does that mission feel so weird” meanwhile Phoenix med is trying everything to get these nanobots out of Mac and Jack.

The eventually decide to starve the bots (and mac and jack) of oxygen and everyone knows it’s a risk but everyone decides it’s worth it but mac just. He won’t. And the thing is, he doesn’t even know why?? There’s just something in his head that screams NO DONT DO THAT when he thinks about getting in that chamber. It’s like he’s physically unable to move closer to them and finally tells everyone that he just can’t. It’s not safe and jack shouldn’t do it either. Everyone is like “we’re out of choices, it’s the only way” but Mac stands his ground.

There is. Hmm. there is a lot more that happens post canon but this is unironically 2.8k words already so i’m going to call it here 😭 I promise i don’t have a problem i swear i have a normal amount of thoughts about this show

Who wants to read an essay about the strangest MacGyver fic idea I've had yet

#this is not okay. why am i like this #i legitimately cannot believe i wrote this much about an IDEA #aafgsfhfshfshsfsf #in which vi thinks about writing #Twice Over #(<- that shall be the tag for this little idea. well. ''little.'')#if you do want to hear more about it post the new 5x15 let me know lol

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starbuck · 3 years ago

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So uhhhh… new hyperfixation just dropped, apparently…

#long-form meta is the tell-tale sign 😂😂#i predict that I’ll go right back to Black Sail.s once OFM.D goes on hiatus but like. Still.#it Got Me #just as i figured it would #i was planning on putting off watching it till who knows when but i’m REALLY glad i didn’t!#so i can enjoy it together with all of y’all on here #and speculate WILDLY on what’s going to happen since the season isn’t over yet!#if i’m right about ANY of this i’m gonna go fucking NUTS #and y’all will politely only remember what i got right and not what i got wrong 😂😂😂😂😂#i’m just throwing fucking everything out there so who knows!!#i like my ideas but i’m sure whatever the actual writers come up with will be fantastic #i get the sense the creator has a much more specific idea about where he’s going than the Black Sails creators did (from what I understand)#which i think has the potential to make this show thematically tighter but We Shall See #not that Black Sai.ls doesn’t have some Great Thematic Shit going on but OFM.D is keeping it simpler so far in a way i appreciate #i actually have more (and potentially Controversial) thoughts on BS vs. OFM.D that i’ll post later tonight or tomorrow #bc I feel strongly about it and i think it’s a good discussion to have #but YEAH ANYWAY!!!!!#SO excited for the next two eps!!#TWO! MORE! DAYS!!!!#i can hardly stand the wait!

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shotorozu · 2 years ago

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I HAVE A QUESTION. so picture this, you bring shouto over for dinner with your parents and your parents spent time making the food and whatnot. but maybe some of the food turned out to be not that nice or it doesn’t really suit his taste palette. so after when you’re all done eating and they ask shouto how the food was and if he liked it, do you think he’d be brutally honest and say that he didn’t like it or something😭😭 if he did i feel like it would make things so awkward oh gosh💀💀💀

PLS MY SOUL WOULD LITERALLY SHRIVEL UP AND DIE DISGRACEFULLY, IF I WAS DATING SHOUTO AND THAT HAPPENED TO ME 😭 and the silence that’d follows afterwards??? 😨 like boy… my parents are about to ask us to breakup.. you better backtrack rn /hj

anyways, i feel like this situation could be avoided in many different ways (like your parents asking you what shouto’s taste in food’s like beforehand, shouto subtly tossing the things he doesn’t like, but he knows you like/don’t mind in your plate, or shouto just eating small portions of food, and getting food from a place he prefers better when y’all leave)

but i think he’d still be pretty darn honest 💀 it’s a good thing he’s handsome knows how to swiftly save situations.

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“so, shouto!” your mother says, a moment after everyone’s finished their plate of food (or, at least a majority of it) “how was the food? was it aligned to your tastes?”

you give shouto a side eye, being unable to read the expression on his face— which, would be like a walk in the park in any other scenario, nor predict what exactly he’s going to tell your mother.

you knew he didn’t like the food, and while you would’ve told your parents what he liked— they told you that there’d be a huge variety that he could select from.

so, you thought it’s be all fine.

but what the chances that the entire selection’s full of food that your boyfriend doesn’t like? you thought they were pretty slim but, turns out that wasn’t the case whatsoever..

you knew he wouldn’t like the food, ever since you saw him staring at the food with a subtly troubled look on his face— which was calm a few seconds prior. his eyebrows were tilted downwards slightly, and his beautiful mouth appeared to be in the form of a subtle pout.

“shouto, i’m so sorry, i know you don’t really like any of this stuff.. we could strategize so you won’t be seen eating anything, then we’ll leave shortly after— and go to your favorite soba place. how does that sound?”

yet, he still gives you that familiar soft look of adoration. “i’ll be fine. i think.. it’s about time i expand my taste in food.”

“are you sure? like, really sure?”

“yes, love. i’m sure.”

shouto was oh so wrong.

because he somehow managed to find a way to subtly nudge food onto your plate— little by little. you didn’t mind taking food from him, as he’d do the same, and take food from you if the food wasn’t up to your standards.

but you did state the other option, which would’ve been a lot more ideal in regards to his tastes in food.

you also know that shouto’s an honest person, honest in the full definition. can’t even lie to save somebody’s ego— unless that person was endeavor, his father himself.

you just hope he lies about it, even if it’s just by a little bit..

shouto gives you a look that lasts about a split second, before he, unfortunately— answers truthfully. “no.”

“i did not.”

the room goes silent, awfully silent. it’s awkward now. the only thing can be heard is the slight clink of tableware from your father, and breathing from you all. your parents’ expressions fall promptly, and they turn to you in silent alarm.

you turn to shouto in similar panic. making sure your face is hidden by your parents, (who are most likely in the process of silently panicking and questioning their self worth) you widen your eyes— a sign that yes, while honesty is good, he should at least try to re-track his statement by a little bit, to minimize damage.

he reads your expression, your eyes well, and does exactly that. (even if he doesn’t take things back and lie.)

“…but if it’s food from my love’s parents, then i’ll eat it all the same. it wasn’t inedible, but i never tried food like that before, because i don’t reach for it.” your parents are still quiet at that, so shouto continues. “though i eventually, had to expand my taste in food, and this was a good start on that expansion.”

it’s silent for a short second, and it’s as if life has been placed back into your parents’ expressions. your parents— most specifically your mother, since she was the one who made the food, let out long sighs of relief.

“that’s.. that’s great to hear!” your mother says. there’s relief, with a small drop of nervousness on her expression. “tell you what, next time you drop by— i’ll make your absolute favorite! what’s your favorite, shouto?”

“cold soba.”

“really? that’s great! i know just the perfect recipe. now you definitely have to come back. Y/N, the next time you visit, he better be with you!”

“oh yeah, he will.” you promise with a small smile, and under the table— you reach for shouto’s hand, rubbing the back with your thumb. you find that it’s a wonderful silent way to commend him, nevermind the subject.

you turn to look at shouto, only to find that he’s already looking at you. he lets go of your hand momentarily, so he could intertwine his fingers with yours, and press your palm against his.

“i look forward to next time.” shouto says, “… just please don’t make any of that again when i’m here.”

it’s suddenly awkward again.

#and your smile falls and your mom go back into panic #bnha imagines #bnha x reader #mha x reader #mha imagines #bnha fluff #bnha x y/n #todoroki shouto x reader #todoroki x reader #todoroki imagines #todoroki x y/n #todoroki headcanons #todoroki scenarios #shouto x reader #shouto headcanons #shouto fluff #🧠 — shotorozu’s brainrot #more posts later 😃👍

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shiny-jr · 2 years ago

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I did the math and I have a warning for you twst players on the English server who like to spend your gems immediately to collect all the cards. Here’s how I realized the looming problem...

I was talking with a friend about twst and spending on cards when I suddenly had a flashback to October of 2020. I remember seeing a strange amount of official art from twst and lots of people who played it back then (it was fairly new and only in Japanese) freaking out. So of course, not being able to recall much, I looked it up and I remembered everything. Buckle up, y’all, because during October they’ll likely give us the Halloween event that has not one, not two, but three individual SSRs (and SRs) you have to wish for them you want to get them. Anyways, there’s also a second Halloween event with three more SSRs but I don’t think they’d dump that much on us all of a sudden. At least, I’m hoping not...

I’ll list the Halloween characters you can wish for at the very end, in case you may or may not want to look since some people may kinda consider those spoilers I guess. BUT before that, there’s more I have to warn you about.

Like I said, I did the math. Scarabia started about April 5. This is where the numbers roll in. Hear me out. Pomefiore dropped this June, right? Meaning it took about three months for Scarabia to end. Accounting the fact that each chapter gets longer as we progress, I predict that Ignihyde will fall at a very bad time for those who like to collect all the cards. Let’s say Pomefiore takes about four months, so it’s longer than Scarabia. In the case that it does actually take about four months or a little longer, that means Ignihyde may drop sometime between September or October. Which is ALSO when the Halloween event would take place. So around the same time you’d have those three Halloween SSRs, Idia SSR, Ortho SSR, all around the same time (also considering they don’t decide to drop the second Halloween event too). Not to mention the birthday cards between then which are Jamil Viper (September 12th), Ace Trappola (September 23rd), Jack Howl (October 11th), Trey Clover (October 25th), Jade & Floyd Leech (November 5th).

I could be wrong, but I just thought I’d try to give y’all a heads up in case you want to save for them. For all I know, they could push back the main story to make room for the events. Hopefully I’m wrong and we do get more time, but we never know. After all, they did dump the second beans day event on us out of nowhere. Who knows what they’ll do? Oh, and after some thought, I don’t think we’ll see the second Fairy Gala Event until after Ignihyde, considering it takes place after the whole Ignihyde mess. Again, I could be wrong, but that’s just my guess. Sorry for the long message, I’m pretty sure I sound like the gif below. Anyways, scroll past the gif if you want to see which cards might be available during Halloween. If you don’t want to see it, then don’t keep scrolling. I hope my message helps you get the cards you want!

Here’s the Halloween cards the Japanese server got back in 2020:

and then in 2021:

#shiny speaks #twisted wonderland #twst

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wandaromanova · 3 years ago

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Left Behind

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Warnings: cussing, death

A/N: hi! this was a request! hope you guys like this one! y’all can blame @midgardianweasley for this one. happy reading <3

anon requested: Natasha x fem! reader. Reader and Natasha were in a building on fire trying to get citizens out and a wooden beam lands on reader. It’s too heavy for Natasha to lift it but won’t give up. Reader is screaming for Natasha to go! Giving her a smile that everything will be okay! A fireman then pulls Natasha out of the building against her will seeing the whole building collapse in reader.

Summary: Natasha and Y/N go on a mission, but don’t make it back together.

Word Count: 1.6K

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You were an Avenger just like your girlfriend; Natasha. You had met the redhead when you first joined the team.

You were one of the highest-ranked S.H.I.E.L.D agents and Fury had decided to recruit you into the team of heroes. You had heard many stories about the Black Widow and to say you were a fan was an understatement.

You had an immense amount of respect for Natasha. Her past wasn’t a great one, but she turned her life around and made it beautiful. She didn’t let her mistakes define who she was and you admired that.

The assassin had taken a liking to you. You guys immediately hit it off. About six months after your arrival, you began dating Natasha.

Natasha’s room became yours too. You’d spend your nights laid on top of the redhead as she stroked your hair gently. You’d close your eyes and ask her to say anything because the sound of her voice was your favorite.

She’d sing Russian lullabies to you. You were the only person she’d ever let hear her sing. She said she was a terrible singer and not letting anyone hear her was a gift, but she was actually amazing at it.

Her husky voice sent chills down your spine whenever she would speak. So when she sang to you in Russian? You were speechless.

You felt blessed to know that Natasha was truly herself in your presence. No one had ever seen her true colors, until you.

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You were the person that Natasha went to for everything.

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Exhausted after a long mission? She’d run into your arms as soon as she’d land. Steve and Tony annoying the fuck out of her? She’d rant to you about how small their brains were.

Devastated after a mission had gone wrong? She’d find comfort in your presence and your words. You’d whisper soft reassurances against her ear as you’d rock your bodies side-to-side.

Receiving good news? You’d be the very first person she’d tell as the excitement took over her. You’d match her energy, feeling just as excited as her, if not more. Natasha would beam as you’d press a soft kiss to the crown of her head, mumbling an ‘i’m so proud of you’ against her scalp.

You were Natasha’s person and she was yours. You genuinely believed you were made for one another. From the way your hands fit like two pieces of a puzzle with one another, to the way your thoughts and ideas seemed to always align. You guys just got each other in a way no one else could.

So, naturally, you were always assigned partners on missions. You two had the best communication on the team which led to tons of successful missions. However, communication couldn’t prevent nor predict the surprises of enemies.

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You and Natasha were sent undercover to a gala being held by one of the leaders of Hydra.

The goal was to capture him for questioning and keep him in custody. That should be easy, considering there was booze everywhere and everyone was either tipsy or black-out drunk.

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Well yes, it would’ve been easy; if your cover hadn’t been blown.

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You were currently sat on the target’s lap as he not so subtly stared at your cleavage. You were with him in a private area further into the party, while Natasha remained in the public area.

The drunk man looked up at you and you smiled down at him; trying your best to hide your disgust. However, he didn’t smile back at you.

You were caught off guard when he abruptly shoved you off of his lap, your body colliding with the marble floor.

“You’re an Avenger. You bitch!” You quickly stood up at his words and attacked him. You spoke into your earpiece while fighting off the man.

“Nat, our cover has been blown. I need backup.” You said as the man landed a heavy punch onto your abdomen. You stumbled back and he took the opportunity to rush out of the room.

“взорвать это место, сейчас! (blow the place up, now!)”

Your eyes widened at his words. Before you could rush out of the room yourself, an explosion pushed you back. Your body collided with a wall and you let out a scream of agony as a beam from the ceiling landed on top of you.

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The sounds of screams and the fire alarms accompanied the ringing in your ears. Your only thoughts being; your pain and Natasha.

She had been on her way over here before the bomb went off. Was she okay? Did she get hit by the force of the bomb? Was she gone?

You tried your best to lift the beam off of your body, but to no avail. You realized that a piece of metal that had been sticking out of the beam had lodged itself into your chest.

Your eyes tore away from the beam on top of you and landed on red locks. Natasha stumbled into the room; or at least, what was left of it anyway. She paused in her tracks at your state.

Tears threatened to fall from her eyes as her hands shot up to cover her mouth, a muffled gasp escaping her throat. She quickly got it together and rushed over to help you.

Nat got down on her knees, not caring about how harsh the rubble was against her bare skin. She moved to lift the beam, but you stopped her.

“Natty, no. If you lift it, I’ll bleed out.” You sent her a small smile before you began to cough. Natasha’s heart sunk to her stomach at the sight of blood pouring out of your mouth.

“I have to get you out of here, babe. We have a movie night planned, I have to make sure that still happens.” Nat tried to joke in an attempt to console you, but it was more to control her own fear than anything.

Your conversation was interrupted by the sound of another explosion. The building quaked as flames began to invade the room. She needed to go; now.

You shook your hand that was sticking out from the beam slightly. Nat got the message and held your hand with both of hers tightly.

“You need to leave, honey. This place is going to collapse any minute now.” You croaked out, ignoring the metallic taste in your mouth.

“I’ll be damned if I leave you behind. If you’re going down, I’m going down with you.” You couldn’t help but smile as you took in every inch of Nat’s face.

She was absolutely beautiful. Even with the dust and dirt littering her face and her worried expression; she was still the most beautiful person you’ve ever seen.

The flames began to rage. The smoke was beginning to cloud your vision of the woman in front of you. You rubbed one of her hands with the back of your thumb, not minding the pain that accompanied the action.

“Go. Now. It’s okay. I love you so much and you aren’t leaving me behind; you never would and I- I know that.”

You stuttered towards the end of the sentence as you were overcome by an intense chill. You were losing so much blood and it wasn’t going to be long now before you were gone.

Your eyes drifted towards a figure entering the room. A firefighter. His eyes widened as he noticed both of you. He rushed over to help you, but you stopped him.

“Hey buddy, I’m a goner regardless if you get this off of me or not. Get her out of here. You can’t save me, but you can save her.”

You managed to let out as another fit of coughs shook your body. More crimson liquid spilled out of your mouth and Natasha finally let her tears fall.

The man nodded solemnly before he grabbed Natasha by the waist. She struggled against his hold as she kicked and screamed; her arms reaching out for you.

“No! No! Please let me stay! I can’t leave you! You can’t leave me!” Natasha’s words paired with her tone of agony and desperation tore your heart apart.

All you could do was smile lovingly at her as you slowly felt the life leave your body. She was going to be okay eventually and that’s all you wanted for her.

“I love you, moya lyubov (my love). It’s okay. Take care of yourself.”

You spoke quietly, but it was loud enough for Natasha to hear. She watched as the bright light that once filled your irises turned to a blank stare.

Natasha fought even harder against the man’s firm grip as she sobbed out. He had finally managed to get the both of them out of the room and out of the building. This all happened in the span of a few minutes, but to Natasha, it felt like an eternity.

•❅──────────────── ‎⧗ ────────────────❅•

The firefighter placed Nat down once they were a good distance away from the building. As soon as her feet hit the floor, she ran towards the building, but before she could make it back in; the entire structure collapsed.

Natasha’s knees roughly hit the floor as she took in the sight. The building that you were in was nothing but broken concrete and rubble. You were buried beneath all of that carnage.

Natasha sobbed without care. She couldn’t give two fucks if people were staring at her with pity or sympathy. She had just lost the love of her life.

Natasha couldn’t help but blame herself. If she had gotten to the room sooner, she could’ve gotten the both of you out of there. You wouldn’t have been crushed by a beam.

She wouldn’t have had to watch as you bled out. She wouldn’t have had to witness firsthand; as the soul she had fallen in love with left the world.

Natasha cried out into the night. The chaos going on around her turned to white noise. Her surroundings were in slow motion as she mourned.

Each tear that fell from her eyes represented each obliterated possibility of a future with the woman she loved.

Each scream that left her mouth served as curses to every higher power there was, for so cruelly taking the love of her life; you.

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pestiwit · 3 years ago

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So it seems my prediction was a bit wrong! RGB is scared about finding the correct person among so many options.

The next chapter is called CASTING so I presume we will ACTUALLY GET BACKSTORY of RGB looking for a hero... Oh man I am EXCITED!!

Anyways there are 8 cameos on these pages and I’m too tired and have too poor a memory to find em all. I see the Uncle It looking guy here with his glasses over his hair, and Ingo but slightly to the left

BUT! I am unable to find everybody!

So!

Y’all, REBLOG THIS POST with any cameos you discover!! I want to see them! :D

#tpoh #the property of hate #tpoh update #tpoh theory #tpoh rgb #WHEEEE i love how this page looks!!

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quill-and-chalk · 2 years ago

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I predict TOH Season 2b even though I’ve only seen 3 episodes so far

Hello I figured this would be a fun little game to play. I didn’t watch season 2b as it aired because I was focused mostly on school and other stuff going on so I am going to be binging it tonight. I have only seen up to like the 3rd episode and have only seen light spoilers so I figured it would be fun for me to predict the rest of this season and we can see how wrong I am in about… 3-4 hours. I will be going by introduced arcs/arcs I remember soo if something new has popped up then I definitely won’t cover that. Anyways I’m gonna go ahead and make a fool of myself.

Kings family Arc

This poor poor man has gotta find his mysterious relative at some point right? Like they wouldn’t leave that plot hook hanging there for THAT long right? I predict that someone from his family (not necessarily his dad. It could be an uncle or something.) shows up and then King has to decide between his family by choice and his family by blood yada yada yada. One things I will add onto this is that I believe his lost family member will teach him how to use his powers better. Annndd that’s like all I got for him.

Raine’s whole being controlled by plant mom™️ Arc

I hope Raine gets better GOD I hope they get better. Based on the fan stuff I have seen people have been focusing a lot on the school experience of Eda, Raine, and Lilith, and that makes me think at some point (hopefully when Raine gets freed from a freaky version of poison ivy) they all talk about or revisit their past. Idk how Raine gets freed but honestly I’m gonna make two bets and it’s either A.) They get freed just seconds too late and the whole worlds merging thing has already happened or B.) They get freed and now Belos has to find a replacement and that’s WORSE. Also this is sad but I assumed even after they are saved they at MAX just blush furiously around Eda. Raineda is just S1 Lumity for the rest of the season and tbh I would be willing to bet money on that.

Eda’s Magic Arc (or should I say lack of magic)

Gonna be honest I think Eda gets her magic back. I think Lilith probably comes up with a plan to save it BUT I also think Eda learns how to work with glyphs and debates whether she even wants to go through that process. Speaking of Lilith based on fan reactions my guess is that her Mom is not the evil backstabbing woman I thought she was… which I sad I really liked that theory but apparently this season had enough sadness with out that soooo ya. Not much to say about this but one out there theory I have is that in like … the finale or something, Eda like regains her full powers and goes apeshit on some one. I only give this prediction a 50/50 shot of happening.

Hunter… also known as Zuko 2.0 arc

Damn y’all really like this boy. Like seriously I know he is sympathetic but it seemed like in the span of 2 week everyone went from ‘Ya he is a sympathetic character and I hope he gets a redemption but he is really morally gray right now’ to ‘OH MY GOD THIS BOY! HE IS SO ME! I LOVE HIM! NO ONE HURT HIM!’ So that was interesting. My guess is that it’s revealed that whole Belos is connected to the brothers theory is true BUT and here me out. Belos is just one clone/magical being in like.. A LONG line of clones/magical beings made from one of the original brothers and Hunter is like supposed to take up Belos’ mantle and therefore inorder to ‘prepare’ him that man decided he was going to gaslight-gatekeep-and-trauma all over hunters childhood. Is that theory out there…. Yes…. But honestly so were all the pre-S2B theories about Hunter so don’t judge me.

Crack Prediction about Willow and Gus

I want Gus and Willow (and Amity if she wants too) to lead a secret rebellion. Please I got a taste of it in S1 finale and now I want the full meal. Literally I would give up EVERYTHING if I am right but I just know I am not. I mean Willow and Gus are such overlooked powerhouses it’s insane and I feel like and arc like this would be suited for them so I am just hoping it happens. Or honestly for them to do anything cool.

Go on and tell me how wrong I am because I won’t be looking at tumblr until I finish the show. I might live blog it’s but only if something insane happens. I WILL be spamming my feed with all the fan content I have missed though once I am done. So yea.

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bastillia · 4 years ago

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Loyalties Lie

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Summary: You're a bartender in a Lothal cantina, living a quiet life in the Outer Rim after the fall of the Empire. You can't help but wonder what more might be out there for you. One dangerous guest in particular keeps catching your eye. Unfortunately, you've also caught his.

Rating: E

Words: 6.1k

Warnings: possibly mild dubcon, threats with a weapon, rough sex, verbal degradation, mentions of alcohol, cumplay, Boba Fett has a 24oz monster can dick and he knows how to use it.

A/N: Remember when I said I had a Boba Fett WIP laying around like, months ago? Well guess who showed up in Mando S2 with a sexy dad bod and the fattest dick in the galaxy to overhaul my dreams and make them a reality. Fuck me. Yes this is the first thing I’ve written in months hi I’m still here. No I don’t know how many chapters this will be. I live in hell. Welcome. Thank you to @kylorengarbagedump for graciously beta reading and listening to me literally scream about this man all the time. Love y’all so much PLEASE ENJOY.

It’s the kind of night that hums.

Like a moonlit Lothal prairie, quiet and alive somewhere beyond the outskirts of town. Except that in here, the crickets swoop past your bar to buy shots, and the stars fall steadily to become the lovely tink of credits in your tip jar. The twin moons are shifting hues of neon light, and time seems to stroll by, like it has nowhere better to be.

Tonight has been steady.

It’s not busy enough tonight to challenge you, but not slow enough to let you rest. Your guard is up, as it always is when you’re behind the bar. But your hold on it can afford to be loose.

Tonight has been…

Boring.

No brawls, no assassinations, not even a drunken paw fumbling across the bar towards your tits, attached to some overly rowdy patron who you then get to watch with quiet glee as they’re dragged out by the ears. No, in fact, it’s hard to remember the last time something remotely interesting happened around here. So much for the Outer Rim’s rugged reputation. You hate to say you miss the Empire’s occupation from time to time. But at least it brought nightly intrigue.

Tonight, your guests are especially calm and happy, lulled by liquor and the easy flow of conversation, murmurs blending like a stream through the grassland. And you suppose you shouldn’t complain. You’ve more than earned your keep for the night, and then some. Best of all, your boss has no reason to be breathing down your neck.

In fact, he’s happy, too, you note when the Lasat’s bellowing business-laugh resounds overtop a few flutes of spotchka, glowing inside a booth across the room. You pass a cloth around the rim of a clean glass, feeling a tickle of interest as to who he might be schmoozing this time. When you glance up, you can just make out a pair of well-dressed Rodians seated across from him through the leisure-thick air of the cantina, nudging each other and laughing at whatever witty, schmoozy thing he just said.

A soft snort puffs through your nose. At least Dakk is a predictable man, if nothing else. Must be rich folk, probably well connected. Good. You’ll get no help tonight, but at least he will be occupied for a while.

In fact...

Flicking a quick glance around the room, you take your chance and shrug your outer tunic off your shoulders, quickly smoothing down your much more revealing undershirt until it clings to the shape of you. You know Dakk hates when you do this, always goes on about keeping the place “classy.” But he’s not looking, and if it puts a few extra credits in your jar by the end of the night, it’s worth it. Anyway, you’re in a good mood tonight. Bored nonetheless, and the combination always forges a mischievous kind of boldness in you; a tiny spark that glows just bright enough to cast the idea of consequence in shadow.

You scan the bar for an empty drink, a flirtatious urge rolling off of your freshly bared skin and filling your ribs with air. It’s not long before you hone on your target-- an unsuspecting guest sitting alone, head turned away. Probably eavesdropping. A smirk curves your lips and you sidle over, plink a glass down between you, leaning your elbows on the bartop.

“Something else for you, sugar?”

His head whips around with a guilty swiftness, but you just offer an easy smile, shifting your weight through your hips to coax his eyes down your body. It works like a charm.

“I, uh...“ The young Mirialan stammers directly at your tits. “Yeah, c-can I, ah…”

As you wait out his struggle, an idea sparks in your freshly emboldened mind. Maker’s sake, might as well help the poor thing out.

“Got a ruge liqueur in stock, last shipment off Alderaan. Rare these days.” Your lashes flutter, tongue just barely playing your along your lower lip as if teasing some unspoken promise. “I just couldn’t help but notice, you seem like a person of exceptional taste.”

The words are warm summer air on your tongue, practiced and enticing. You can see them go to the kid’s head like spice smoke, his cheeks immediately flushing deep emerald beneath diamond-shaped tattoos.

“Y-yeah?” He straightens, runs a hand through his hair, grinning sheepishly. “I mean...yeah! I, uh, I am. That s-sounds great, yeah. Um. Please.”

You smile. Too easy.

Now, it’s not technically a lie. You do have the ruge in stock, it’s just that--well, it’s definitely nothing this kid can afford. But you’d bet a week’s worth of tips that you can slip him a cheap offworld varietal instead. Charge him triple its price, pocket the excess. Poor thing wouldn’t know the real stuff if it bit him.

You swell with the thought. That amount might even let you buy something nice for yourself for once. It might be a little slimy, but... fuck it. Kid seems well off enough. Decently nice clothes, cologne, that misplaced air of belonging that comes with sheltered entitlement. Surely he won’t miss a few extra credits. Anyway, you deserve this, right?

Moving to speak again, you prepare to lay the flirting on thick, really sell the gambit. But before you get the chance, a loud bang snaps your attention upward just in time to see the cantina door slam open.

You straighten where you stand, irritation and curiosity pricking your ears in equal measure. But then a slight hush cuts the ease of your buzzing meadow, and your chest squeezes with it.

Boba Fett.

The hunter takes up almost the whole doorway, a broad tower of matte green beskar catching the soft neons of the cantina. The distinctly cold gaze of the Mandalorian helmet scans the room, stirring murmurs and averting eyes until it comes to rest, finally, upon you.

It feels like two cold weights set down on your shoulders, being the focus of that stare.

Even as the energy picks back up around you, as conversations cautiously resume, it’s like you’re trapped in it, breathless under its weight and unable to look away. You vaguely register the Mirialan turn back to your tits and ask them something about when your shift ends. But you’re still transfixed, watching the armored man take a few deliberate steps towards the bar and straddle a stool, the visor trained like a crosshair upon you as his forearms settle on the bartop.

You’ve seen him here before. Heard his name whispered in weighted ripples ever since news spread through the Outer Rim that Bib Fortuna was dead. Since then, he’s come through maybe once every few dozen cycles, each time with a couple new chips in the paint of his armor. He comes here on business--or at least you assume that’s what it must be, since he always meets someone, speaks in hushed tones enshrouded by the dim corner booth in the back. He’ll toss a few credits on the bar when he leaves, but has never uttered a word to you, never ordered a drink.

Never even glanced your way, for all you know. Until right now.

You swallow. Fucking hell, if there’s anything you’re used to, it’s being looked at. So why is this gaze kicking your pulse up into the base of your throat, making you feel exposed? A prickle of heat is already settling in your cheeks.

And then the visor cocks, and just barely tilts down the length of your figure.

A tight breath snaps into your lungs, and your eyes dart to the bartop, across the room, back to the Mirialan still babbling dumbly at you, your face now hot. Kriff, what is wrong with you? Since when are you outright flustered by some stranger copping an eyeful? You try to breathe, ignoring how the hairs stand on your neck.

But you can still feel his attention like the heat of a sun warming your bare shoulder, and it makes something start to coil in your belly and glow there.

“I’ll have that ruge right up, sweetheart.”

You’re pretty sure you interrupt the kid, but he doesn’t seem to mind, just calls out a stammered thank-you as you pivot away towards your new guest, your heart kicking against your sternum. Your feet almost feel weighted to the floor, and by the time you reach him, your pulse has an edge like a blade.

“Something I can interest you in?”

There’s a breathlessness to the warm air of your voice now, and you pray to the Maker that it doesn’t betray you. You lean against the bar, hoping that the solidity of the wood will somehow teach your nerves to follow its example. It doesn’t.

He seems to study you for a moment, motionless. And then his shoulders shift, his elbows widen, and he leans in towards you.

“Information.” His voice is low and direct, barely above a graveled whisper, the single accent-laden word dragging through your belly and sparking like metal on stone.

Fuck.

Of course he’s after the one thing you’re not willing to sell.

Your heart stalls while your mind starts to race, eyes searching the dark visor. Of course you’d be a fool to deny him, and he knows it. That’s why he’s asking you. Why would you risk rousing a scene in your own bar, especially when the night is so mercifully calm? Easier to give him what he wants. Tap into your collection of liquor-loosened secrets, and knowledge of the local crowd.

The thing is, you’ve built a good rapport for your discretion. You think. Not to mention the number of cutting warnings Dakk has laid on you about the consequences for selling secrets in his bar. Is it really worth risking? Fett intimidates you, no doubt. But he’s also banking on the assumption that you won’t make this difficult for him. He has to be. And now unease and excitement are starting to play a game of catch between your ribs with that tiny, dangerous spark of boldness.

“Fresh out.” Your fingers drum the wood beneath them, trying to ground your reflexes through the rush of adrenaline that accompanies your words. Your tongue darts out to wet your lips, and you stare into the blackness of the visor as you let the tiniest, playful smirk flit over your face. “Perhaps something to drink?”

Slowly, achingly slowly, Boba Fett settles back on the bar stool. Unease lances you, splintering with the immediate question of whether you just made the right choice. You don’t want to think about how many he’d manage to kill before you could even blink, if he decided to do something extreme. His hand starts to shift back along his thigh, drawing a path towards the blaster at his hip. You swallow, panic pricking your neck.

Just as your muscles are primed to dive behind the bar, convinced you’re going to have to evade his quickdraw, his palm just takes a lazy rest on the hilt. The helmet levels, and then leans slowly to the side.

“No.”

Dizzied, you blink. It’s impossible to know what he’s thinking through that helmet, and he’s offered you all of two words. But was that… amusement, you heard? No. Anger? Fuck, now you’re really imagining things.

Still a little breathless, you straighten, sensing that you’re dismissed. The thought of flirting with a killer was a much-needed rush, but you need to take his indifference as a mercy after that little stunt and get on with your job while he’s giving you the chance. What little you apparently have left of a survival instinct is at least telling you that much.

You shrug.

“Suit yourself.”

It feels dangerous to take your eyes off of him. But you force yourself to do so anyways, turning your back on the hunter and making your way to the dim doorway at the end of the bar, his attention still heating your spine.

It’s a fucking relief to slip through the door to the storage room, ease the door shut behind you, and for the first time in what feels like moons, you let a long breath fill your lungs. The familiar scent of dust and wine-aged wood floods you, and something like disappointment tugs at your heart.

Maybe that stupid, adventure-craving side of your imagination took things too far, fueled by your boredom and the prospect of something exciting finally happening. You suppose you projected that naive hope onto Boba Fett, if nothing else just because he’s the first person to come through here in a long time that actually intrigues you. That confounds your prized, finely-calibrated radar for reading people without having to speak a word to them.

Fuck, he really wouldn’t give you much more than a word, would he? Guess he’s determined to keep scrambling your sensors. It shouldn’t deject you as much as it does. But... come on, the least the son of a mudscuffer could do is flirt back if he was gonna fucking undress you with his eyes like that.

Or maybe that was just your imagination, too.

You sigh, scanning a shelf on the back wall for a ruge that will make a convincing enough dupe. A synthetic varietal, perhaps. No--too cheap. You’ve got something from a Naboo vineyard in here somewhere. Anyways, whatever, since when are you desperate for any man’s attention?

No, okay, it’s... you know that isn’t what this is really about.

It would just be nice to feel important, is all. Like the secrets you’ve gathered might be worth something. Could someday give you a place in something bigger. Or at least like anything about you might be worth more than equivalent to a shot of shitty spotchka.

Forget it. As if that will ever happen.

Your finger absently traces the dusty label of a bottle, and then a soft clink of metal behind you freezes your blood.

You whip around to meet a wall of beskar, inches from your face.

You start to scream, but the sound catches in your throat when a big hand seizes you by the back of the neck and wrenches you around, bending you at the hips and slamming you chest-down against the stale wood of a storage crate. Cold metal presses your thighs and your heart smacks your ribs, your body completely trapped under Boba Fett’s mass in one motion.

“I said I need information, little one, and you’re going to give it to me.” His voice scrapes over your body, sliding through the dim room like the shadow from a candle flame. You quail beneath him, brain racing with shock.

“I d-don’t—ugh!” The weight of his forearm comes down between your shoulder blades, pressing breathy little grunts from your lungs as you squirm. “I don’t sell out my customers.”

You freeze when the distinct click of a blaster registers right at your temple.

“Never said I was buying.”

Panic zips down your spine, your chest heaving against the wooden crate as heat slams your core. Somewhere, your rational brain is scrambling to parse the threat, but something about the sheer filth and danger of it is setting your whole body on fire, making far more primal nerves come alive. Trying to shake the feeling, you squirm.

“At lea--ngh, least nothing’s changed there.”

Fucking hell, what are you doing? Besides sassing the known murderer with a blaster currently trained at your head, alone in a dark room. Yet somehow that very fact is making arousal bloom so wicked and fast that you can already start to feel your cunt throb against the fabric of his pants.

“Willing to die to protect a few spineless slime crawlers who don’t even know your name?” Boba rocks his weight against you, powerful and lazy in the way he simply leans into his hips, grinds them up hard against your ass to keep you flattened over the edge of the crate. “Boss man lines his pockets while his good little pet works for scraps.” Air feels more scarce to your lungs by the second. “Interesting, how your loyalties lie.”

Indignance flares up your spine.

“I w-ouldn’t expect you to understand.” You try to put venom in the words, but it’s difficult between your breathlessness and the sheer eroticism of this position you’re in. “Small price to pay, f-for a good life.”

Through your annoyance, you can’t help feeling a twinge of enjoyment at his solidity, at how you can just discern the outline of him through his pants. An excited thrum of your pulse snaps to your core like a fuse.

Above you, Boba Fett chuckles.

“Is that what he gives you?” There’s a mockery to his tone that heats your blood, and you start to squirm in defiance before remembering the blaster at your temple. Fett simply crushes you harder, drawing your attention back to his crotch. “Seems to me like you’re the mouse in his attic.”

“I suppose you’re better than him? Than any of them?” you immediately bite, not wanting to acknowledge the truth behind his words. Instead, you grab that spark of bravery and crank the voltage until it drowns your doubt, throwing your caution to the stars faster than punching an airlock in hyperspace. “Do you even know m-my name, Mando?” A tiny giggle ripples your chest. “I know yours.”

“Might be the last one you know,” Boba growls, but you’re becoming fixated on his cock now, the way you could swear that it’s growing more distinct by the second.

Fear and pleasure wrack your brain, the combination intensifying so deliciously with the pressure of his groin against your ass that you can hardly think straight any more. In a moment of sick indulgence, you arch your back and shift just slightly, wanting to feel that pressure against something now pulsing and sensitive.

The grip on your neck locks tight, and your breath stops.

“So that’s how it’s gonna be, princess.”

He kicks your legs apart and crushes his hardening bulge against your pussy. And, fuck, you moan. You don’t even mean to, but the thrill of helplessness has you so mindlessly turned on that you can’t stop the noise from squeezing out of your throat.

“Filthy little thing you are.”

There’s a shift in his tone now. The vice hold disappears from your nape just before your pants are wrenched unceremoniously over your ass and down to mid thigh. You gasp at the feeling of air brushing your bare lips. He takes a moment, and you think he must be looking at you. Heat blossoms from your face all the way down to your chest, and then he’s against you again, a palm coming down between your shoulders as coarse fabric presses flush with your cunt.

You can really feel the outline of his cock now, hard enough to rival his armor but warm and thick against you, and you whimper. It’s only a click that snaps your awareness back to the weapon pointed at your head.

“Let’s try this again, little mouse.” Boba’s voice comes lower and airier through the vocoder now in a way that blazes right through you. “You give me what I want, and perhaps you’ll inspire my generosity.”

In emphasis of his intent, he rocks his erection against the cleft of your pussy. Your eyes snap wide, an almost painful stab of arousal making you immediately whine louder than you intend to. “Fuck--oh, please!”

“Careful.” His hand slides up your neck, angling your face so that he can see it twist in shame and pleasure. “Wouldn’t want anyone finding you like this.”

Your cheeks blaze. Shallow breaths stutter in your lungs as his thumb tugs the pillow of your lower lip. And then he releases you, his hand moving back somewhere you can’t sense. The pressure against your ass shifts for a moment, just before the wide, hot shaft of his bare cock caresses your cunt.

“Last night there was a man here, Mon Cala, middle aged.” Your body is on fire as he speaks, the skin to skin contact dousing your brain in blind want. You grit your teeth, screw your eyes shut, trying hard to focus on what he’s saying while your pussy twinges around nothing. “He talked to the owner here, then he met with someone. Tell me who.”

A reluctant whimper leaves your lips, and the noise might just be one of the most pathetic you’ve ever made as your tongue still stubbornly refuses to slip. But Fett’s words ring again through your head with a resentful pang: the mouse in his attic. Is that what you’ll die as?

At your temple, the blaster’s safety disengages.

“Fuck! Okay, okay.” Your breath comes heavily, brain uncertain and lust-addled, fumbling for the details. “He um. Met a--mmh, a woman, I d-didn’t catch her name. Please--” Your voice trails off in a soft whine, your hips shifting back, trying to find the means to swallow his cock where it teases your tender core, entice him with the diversion now that you’ve given him a crumb.

“You must be dumber than I took you for, sweetling.�� His hips retreat slightly, evading you. The sheer display of restraint is infuriating, electrifying. It shallows your breath with need. He stills again, a rough, gloved hand running firmly up your spine, pushing your shirt up to bare more of your skin to his view. “Tell me the rest.”

Your teeth set with a final, feeble whine of hesitation. More instinct than anything. But then a cold ring of metal presses your temple, and fresh fear unbinds your tongue in a deluge.

“S-she had, ah--civilian clothes, but, um… an Imperial s-standard issue blaster.” Your eyes screw in concentration, details flickering like a glitchy holocom through your brain. “I heard them talk about, uh. A shipment. For… Fuck, uh. Th-three cycles from now.”

Boba hums, a sound that makes your eyes roll back as you feel yourself nearly dripping against him, your slick coating his cock where it just barely parts you.

“Smart girl.” His hand drags indulgently down your back, coming to rest on your hip and squeezing. “Where’s the shipment going, princess?”

Torture. This is some kind of galactic war crime, you’re sure of it. Pleasure surges from your teased cunt and his grip on your flesh, and his voice is almost soothing now, coaxing you further towards complacency. It’s all too much. Your head rests against the crate, defeat washing in a gentle tide over you.

“Going... to Hosnian Prime.”

A soft, satisfied puff of noise comes from the modulator. The barrel retreats from your temple.

“Now, there’s a good girl.”

Warmth crashes through your lower belly, a strange and exhilarating sensation that suddenly makes you want to... purr? No one has ever spoken to you like this, and it’s tickling a part of your brain that feels far, far too good. But then his cock glides thick and heavy along your folds, obliterating your thoughts, and all you can think about is having that inside of you.

“Fuck,” you whine as he slowly aligns himself, teasing up and down the drenched, tender flesh of your pussy. He takes his time, massaging the blunt head over your clit and sending little shocks through your muscles, making you shiver and clench. “Please, please…”

“Tame little creature when you want to be,” he grits, pressing against your entrance with an exhaled groan. “Keep being good for me.”

Slowly, he starts to push. And, oh, fuck.

You’re not ready.

You’re wetter and needier than you’ve ever been in your life, and you’re still not fucking ready to take a cock like this one when it crushes in and stretches you, setting an ache through your hips that tells you whatever happens, you’re bound to feel him for days.

A cry sticks in your throat and you will yourself to breathe, to relax as he sinks in further, forcing your walls to flutter and part around him. It truly feels like being broken open, and your fingers have to dig into the wood beneath you when he pulls out an inch and then pushes again, sinking deeper this time as a choked noise pulls through the vocoder.

By the time he finally bottoms out, you swear you can feel him shifting your guts. Every muscle in your pelvis is straining to take him, the intensity mind-numbing already. You’re nearly choking on your own attempts to breathe while he pauses, sheathed like this for a few moments, seeming to concentrate on his own breathing at the same time.

And then his voice comes again, a growl, pitched even lower and more ferocious than before through a clutched breath.

“Fuck, you’re a tight little thing.”

Stars.

This is different.

It’s so hard to think, you’ve never felt more full, but something in the back of your mind is unfurling, turning hot and primal with a roiling kind of need that burgeons and begs at the feeling of his cock rooted so fucking deep inside of you. You’ve had sex before, sure, but this…

You’re about to get fucked.

“Please…” you mewl. Desperation pierces you when you feel his fingers flex strong and firm around your hip in response. You turn your head, trying to glimpse him--only to realize that the blaster is still right next to your face, its angle nonchalant, close enough to brush your lips.

Your mind is so drenched in lust, the first urge that strikes you is to stick out your tongue and wet the metal, its sharp alloy piercing your senses and making your pussy seize with the shudder of danger.

In your periphery, you see the visor snap to attention, like he wasn’t fully looking at you before, lost in his own pleasure. But now he is. And he gives the weapon an experimental twist, allowing for your lips to wrap, delicate and wet, just around the tip of the barrel.

“Fearless little mouse.” There’s something dark and charged in his voice. “You look good like that.”

A slight wiggle to open your jaw, and the blaster shoves past your lips, resting thick and cold on your tongue, lighting your spine with a new thrill. Your voice swells on a muffled moan around it, such a soft and lovely sound to accompany a thing that’s orchestrated countless deaths.

“There we are. Nice and quiet now.”

Finally, finally, he starts to thrust, slow and measured, forcing your body to yield around the width of him. Something burns hot in your belly with each steady stroke, wiping your brain of everything but his presence.

The rough material of a glove smothers one of your asscheeks, grips and pulls at the pillowy flesh, spreading you open as his thrusts take up a steady, powerful rhythm. Boba Fett lets out a long groan, and you can only imagine the view he has right now. It sears you alive, the knowledge that he likes looking at you like this, pitching and whimpering with his rhythm, the sight of your pussy stretched, helpless around his cock and your mouth wetting his blaster.

Your spit slicks the barrel more with every thrust, and you can feel the mechanics shifting dangerously between your lips. But his trigger finger is steadier than death, and his control gives you the nerve to let your tongue lick out along the barrel, bathe in the electric wash of fear that sets all of your nerves into overdrive.

“Fuck, that’s it,” he snarls as his pace starts to kick up wilder.

Intense pleasure cracks through you now, visceral in a way you’ve never felt, and it’s all you can do to keep relatively quiet. The barrel on your tongue is a sharp enough reminder, yet it fuels your arousal to burn hotter and wetter all the same. The more you concentrate on the powerful bliss coiling in your core and rippling outwards, the more you can feel yourself starting to tighten around him, your body yearning vaguely towards a release it can’t seem to center on.

You hear him groan as you squeeze him, his grip on your flesh flexing and shifting. A few more strong thrusts, and then his cock pulls all the way out of you with a woeful pang, the blaster vacating your mouth in the same motion to leave you empty, dizzied and clenching. But before you can unscramble your brain, the blaster slots back into its holster and he’s moving you. With an effortless kind of control, he flips you over, shifting you until the solid wood of the crate supports your ass.

He hikes both of your legs onto one shoulder and in one swift, easy motion, whisks your pants over your shoes and off of your ankles, tossing them carelessly into the darkness of the room before hooking your legs around his armored waist.

“Going to watch you cum, princess. Nice and pretty.”

Your mouth opens on a gasp at his words, and a gloved thumb immediately presses your tongue, the taste of leather and plasma residue grounding your senses enough to register that he’s lining his cock back up at the heat of your entrance. You whine around his thick digit, and he growls somewhere low in his chest as he pushes the thick head back in, this new angle making you see stars all over again.

He doesn’t bother letting you adjust this time, just uses your wetness to his advantage to start railing through your tightness, burning and stretching you as that warm swell starts to crest again. It’s such a deep, full feeling, spreading a delicious ache from the spot where he hits you deep in your tummy.

Your brows draw together, your whines pitching higher as you search the visor. It’s a wordless plea, your vision swallowed by the power of him fucking you deep, your body now screaming to cum but needing something you can’t quite pinpoint.

The hunter’s thumb slips out of your mouth, his hand forging an eager path down your body. He palms your tit over your shirt, before grabbing the low collar and yanking it down, baring your nipples to his view one after the other. His whole hand spans your torso as he hooks the lower hem with his thumb, bunching the material until both your belly and tits are bare, your shirt like a handle at your diaphragm that he uses to pound you even harder, watching your body jolt, overpowered by his thrusts.

Airy little wails brush through your lips, the pleasure all too intense and not enough at the same time. You can’t take it anymore, you need something on your clit, and your fingers twitch to seek out that precious target. But he’s already moving, his hips slowing to a lazier pace while his free hand finds some destination at his belt, and what he produces freezes you in your tracks.

“Steady now,” he breathes as he slips a long blade out of his belt and spins it by the hilt, his fingers almost too quick, too tactful for such a brute.

Instinctual panic grips you at the sight of the weapon, making your legs try to close. But he’s pushed too deep in you, his frame has you pinned open, and there’s nothing you can do against the sheer breadth of his body. Powerless, you simply whimper.

“Wh… what are y--”

“Hush, princess.”

A flick of his thumb and the vibroblade springs to life, its hum filling the quiet air. He starts to bring the blunt hilt of it down where your body yields to his. Alarm pierces you one final time, but then he touches the pommel, just barely, against the tender swell of your clit.

You want to fucking scream. As if in anticipation of this, he claps his hand over your mouth just in time for you to bite down on his glove while your eyes roll back in a powerful wave of ecstasy. The vibrations surge through the sensitive nerves, lighting your whole body up in a way you’ve never felt before. It’s pure bliss, and then a low, long growl slips through the helmet’s modulator at the feeling of your walls pulsing tight, strangling his cock.

His thrusts deepen again, powerful and steady, stroking some devastating spot deep inside you. Your muffled wails get lost in the breath-dampened fabric of his glove while the intense pleasure crests from your clit, higher, higher, lasering in on that intangible cusp and barreling you straight towards it.

You suspend at the peak, all senses failing, and then your orgasm takes you in a riptide, surging through your nerves like liquid fire. The magnitude of it rends you, stronger than you’ve ever felt, dragging you under and forcing you to ride it out while it just pulls and pulls. By the time you regain your sight you’re shaking, waves of bliss still pulsing and crashing through your body in time to the strong rhythm of his hips, the glowing epicenter that unwavering vibration at your clit.

Sobs wrack your chest, pour out high and lose themselves somewhere in the meat of his hand, and you think you try to catch a few breaths, but you can’t even come down. Boba’s voice cuts through the rush in your ears.

“Good. Good girl.”

He holds the buzzing hilt of the blade impossibly steady against your clit and that glow is still so bright, twitching, starting to spill through your nerves again and holy shit you think you just might--

“Again.”

Your second orgasm shreds you like a plasma cannon.

You’re blind, numb to everything but the intense pleasure, nerves now as raw and sharp as the edge of the blade itself. His hand is tight over your face and you feel your cunt convulsing and gushing around his cock, slick cum spilling to wet your asscheeks, and it must be your own because his pace hasn’t let up.

A clatter resounds on the edge of your consciousness and when your eyes come into focus, Boba’s hand is locking into your waist, the blade discarded somewhere in the room. His hips piston hard with a few vulgar slaps of flesh, the head of his cock crushing against your deepest parts before he wrenches out of you and spills over your bare stomach with a strangled roar, gripping himself at the base and thrusting against you as warm, thick ropes paint your skin.

His release is long. Grunts distort into rough static through the vocoder as he rides out the last pulses, until finally he braces himself on the crate beside your head, hunched over you like a beast, his chest plate rolling with heavy breaths. You can only blink at him through hazed, damp eyes, your body feeling weak and utterly fucked dumb. The hand over your mouth slowly unlocks its grip, dragging downwards and leaving you to take shallow gulps of air while he gives your tit a deliberate squeeze.

And then he drags himself off of you, straightening with an almost-concealed groan as he adjusts himself and leaves you to blink at the dark ceiling, still letting oxygen find your brain.

When you shakily manage to sit up, you just glimpse him slipping the discarded vibroblade back into his belt and turning towards the door. Even through your dizziness, you scoff. Figures. Bastard is just going to fuck your brains out and then leave you like this.

“You know,” you sigh, watching him and lazily trailing your fingers in a circle on your tummy, enjoying the lingering buzz of your skin and gathering a bit of his spend where it coats you, still warm. “I’d say that tip-off was at least worth a handful of credits in my jar on your way out.”

He turns and looks at you then, the helmet cocking in consideration for a moment. As soon as his attention is on you, your fingers move from his mess on your belly to your mouth, where you slowly suckle him off of your fingers, never once taking your eyes off the visor, a tiny ripple of playfulness wiggling your shoulders and curling your lips.

His shoulders square to you, and that hunter’s stance still makes your chest seize, sends a pulse to your exhausted pussy.

Metal clinks softly as he walks towards you, stepping between your knees until you’re forced to drop your hand from your mouth and look up at him, heart fluttering again. He brushes the knuckle of his forefinger under your chin.

“Fresh out.”

His back turns as you stare, speechless. And then the door swings on its hinges, and Boba Fett is gone.

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zukka fics that live in my head rent free!

1. what did you bury before those hands pulled me from the earth (what were you digging) by draco_sollicitus status: complete (18k words) rating: mature pairing(s): sokka/zuko summary: Sokka is immortal; it's been tested, he knows that he can't die. He's immortal, but he's not quite a god like his sister, Katara. He's immortal, but he's not quite powerful like his friends Aang and Toph. He's just sort of Sokka: good at fixing things, good at playing pranks, good at helping people. When a bet against Toph goes horribly wrong, and an attempt to save him goes even worse, Sokka finds himself the unwilling guest of the Lord of the Underworld. And, strangely enough, every story Sokka's heard about Lord Zuko seems to be ... completely wrong. (Also, he's really handsome. Why does he have to be handsome?)

mythology nerds come get y’all juice. a very good fic. 10/10

2. Where I Want to Be by through-the-stars-to-the-pavement status: WIP (83k words) rating: explicit pairing(s): sokka/zuko summary: "'The fog was where I wanted to be.'" Everything is different. The pitch of his voice, his posture. The auditorium goes silent. No one can take their eyes off of him.… He's amazing. Zuko had to perfect the art of acting as a child to survive the horrors of his homelife. When he got older, it was only natural to take his talent to the stage for entertainment and escape. Enter Sokka, a craftsman and set designer with a giant heart who is haunted by plenty of ghosts of his own. A tale of trauma, disability, family, creativity, and love.

this is one of my all time favorite fics. it’s seriously so good and i think about it often

3. Teaching a Heart by @i-write-shakespeare-not-disney status: WIP (114k words) rating: teen and up pairing(s): sokka/zuko summary: Sokka is asked to go to the Fire Nation to teach the crown prince how to sword fight. When he arrives, he's surprised to learn he has to pose as a companion before he can teach the stubborn prince because he rejects every teacher. Far from home and among new customs, Sokka struggles to gain the prince's trust and friendship despite the uncertainties of the customs and dynamics he sees. As he slowly finds answers to his questions, his bond with the prince grows until it becomes something far more ardent than friendship. Doomed as it may be with the prince's approaching wedding ceremony and coronation, Sokka and Zuko find themselves consumed by what they find in each other.

i have no words, i just love this fic and it makes me weep.

4. The Road Between Action and Inaction by @donvex status: complete (17k words) rating: teen and up pairing(s): sokka/zuko summary: Sokka does a shitty k turn in the parking lot across from the bus station, pulls up to the curb where the boy is looking determinedly at his phone, and rolls down the passenger window. “Hey! Which way were you going?” He may die, but at least his conscience will be clear. The guy blinks at him. “Don’t.” Oh, he’s prickly. Or: the hitchhiker au, featuring Sokka and Zuko falling in love without even realizing it.

a classic. roadtrip fics own my ass.

5. purrfect for eachother by lesmiserablol status: complete (3k words) rating: general audiences pairing(s): sokka/zuko summary: “Let me teach you how to be a cat person,” Zuko says. “Learning from the master himself,” Sokka grins. “Alright, this can’t be too hard. Show me what you got.” (because sometimes, it takes going to a cat café four times to realize you're in love with your best friend)

this whole series is adorable, reading it is self care

6. Ashes Inside When You Finish Your Song by @muncaster status: complete (47k words) rating: teen and up pairing(s): sokka/zuko, aang/katara, mai/ty lee summary: Sokka writes lyrics for his sister’s band. Zuko plays piano and is unnecessarily nice. Fellas, is it gay to write love songs about your friend and his golden eyes? (AKA, a modern band AU featuring The Gaang, crappy software equipment, homoerotic lyrics, and the realization that maybe, if you think about a guy every night before you sleep, you just might be in love with him.)

i think this is the longest one-shot i’ve ever read and it’s so worth it

7. a study in matchmaking by @verdanthoney status: complete (12k words) rating: general audiences pairing(s): sokka/zuko, aang/katara, bato/hakoda summary: Zuko and Sokka try to play matchmaker, but things don't go exactly as planned.

this fic makes me want to scream, in the best way. it’s so cute

8. A Predictable Story by mindbending status: complete (7k words) rating: general audiences pairing(s): sokka/zuko summary: "On this night, you shall share a kiss with a great love of your life!” That lying, scummy Aunt Wu predicts a grand romance for Sokka. To disprove her "fortunetelling" once and for all, Sokka decides to spend the night with least romantic person he knows. Zuko.

again, i have no words. this fic is cute as hell

9. that’s murder, buddy by @bisexual-atla status: WIP (14k words) rating: teen and up pairing(s): sokka/zuko summary: Throughout the streets, on quiet nights, it was rumored the screams of those missing could be heard. Some say the sounds were coming from underground. Where were the young girls? And what was happening to them? Was an evil spirit haunting Gaoling, or something more human? More sinister? My name is Zuko, and you’re tuning into another episode of ‘That’s Murder, Buddy’. Or: Sokka has no idea that his crush is the host of his favorite podcast. (But everyone else knows.)

i love the entire concept of this one, we love oblivious sokka

10. We’ll play hide and seek (to turn this around) by @crosspin status: complete (5k words) rating: general audiences pairing(s): sokka/zuko, bato/hakoda summary: Sokka gave him a sheepish smile. “It’s…well, you see, there’s this boy…” Hakoda sighed and set down the sports section. This was going to take a while. “He works at Barnes & Noble. At the big information desk in the middle. Every Saturday. And I really want to ask him for his number, but it’s super awkward because there’s always this other guy working the information desk at the same time. He’s old, like you. But I have a plan." Sokka’s eyes lit up deviously. “You come with me to Barnes & Noble today when they’re working and distract the old man. And while you have him distracted, I’ll swoop in and get the goods!” Sokka has a plan to ask out the cute boy at the bookstore. Hakoda is a begrudging participant until he meets the boy's beautiful older coworker.

this fic!! this fic! adorable, incredible, magnificent

11. feels like we only go backwards by @oldpotatoe status: WIP (88k words) rating: teen and up pairing(s): sokka/zuko summary: [Time passes oddly. Between one second and the next, Sokka has the Fire Lord pinned to the wall with his hands around the bastard’s throat. Golden eyes (one gold eye, his mind whispers) widen in shock. “Sokka?” he chokes out. And then he smiles. What the fuck? “Sokka, I—” Sokka slams his head against the wall, once, twice, and the smile wipes off his face. Good. “What,” Sokka bites out, “have you done to my sister?”] Or: An injury leaves Sokka with amnesia. His last memory is of the failed invasion, of leaving his father behind in enemy territory on the Day of Black Sun. Of hopelessness. Rage. But then he wakes up, and the war is over. Suddenly, he must come to terms with the fact that years have passed, and that he's somehow the Southern Water Tribe Ambassador to the Fire Nation. He is also supposedly friends with banished-Prince-turned-Fire-Lord Zuko, of all people. Close friends. Yeah, nah.

if you’ve been following me for a while you know this fic fucks me up beyond belief

12. breakable heaven by @fruitysokka status: WIP (43k words) rating: teen and up pairing(s): sokka/zuko summary: With his twenty-first birthday looming just around the corner, the Southern Water Tribe Elders have decided that Sokka, next in line to be Chief, needs to get married. Sokka does not want that, but he does need to get them off his back until he can figure his way out of it. What better way to do that than to pretend to date his best friend (and newly minted Ambassador to the Southern Water Tribe) Zuko? Seriously, this is a foolproof plan. Maybe one of Sokka's best. Absolutely nothing can go wrong.

this just in: sokka and zuko being oblivious makes me want to yell

this turned out a bit longer than i expected but it also doesn’t even cover all my favorites. i had to stop somewhere, or i’d be here forever. maybe i’ll make a part two someday.

anyway, enjoy!

#cas recs things #fic rec #atla #zukka #cas speaks #text #zukka fics #zukka nation

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