#not a bad direction just a not what i wanted direction. yeah? yeah

[motorsportbarbie13]

One New Voicemail

your relationship with lando through voicemails.

(no warnings, just pure fluff. i'm kind of obsessed with writing these. would anyone want to see different drivers??? 1.2k words.)

First Date  “Hey you. I know I just dropped you off and you’re probably not back up to your apartment yet but I just wanted to tell you that I had the best time tonight…”  Lando winces at how lame that sounds, dragging in a breath before letting it loose.  “I’ve never been axe throwing on a first date before but uh…I’m glad you still have all ten fingers.” He laughs softly, shaking his head.

“Anyway. I know I said it already, like…5 times but I had a really fun night. Like, best first date ever. So, I was hoping that maybe we could do it again. Soon? Yeah…soon.”  He pauses, the butterflies in his stomach taking flight at the thought of seeing you again. “I’m in town for another week before the next race. Maybe tomorrow? Too soon? I don’t know, I just can’t get you off my mind and I’ve just dropped you off.”  Shit. He was down bad, wasn’t he?  “Text me?”  Another pause.  “Okay. Bye.”  Click. 

First Kiss “Hi. Um. So, that just happened, didn’t it?”

His voice is breathless, like he just ran up several flights of stairs before hitting your contact in his phone.

“I’ve been wanting to do that ever since I saw you in that bookstore. I nearly chickened out that day, almost walked right past the shop window but…” 

Lando shakes his head, smile tugging at his mouth. 

“Fuck, I am so glad I didn’t. Because that was the best first kiss I’ve ever had. And then you gave me the best second kiss. And third…” 

The words hang in the air, silence stretching out as he grins stupidly out at the London traffic in front of him. 

“Okay. Anyway. I just wanted to make sure you knew how much I can’t wait to kiss you again. Bye.” 

Click.

When You Make It Official  “Hi baby. I uh…just needed to say goodnight to my girlfriend one more time.” 

Lando giggles. 

Giggles. 

“So…you’re my girlfriend now, huh?” You can almost hear the smile slide across his face in the way he sounds. “Jesus, I was so nervous. Felt like I was 15 years old again. I’m so glad you said yes. Never a doubt in my mind…” 

He snorts, rolling his eyes. 

You both know that’s a lie. 

“I wish I didn’t have to go to Spain so early tomorrow. Fucking media duties. Do you think maybe you could get Friday off? I want you by my side this weekend. I’m going to buy you a ticket as soon as I get back to my flat, okay? Okay. Bye.” 

Click. 

When He Wins “Fuck. I didn’t even check to see what time it was back home. I’m so sorry, I hope I didn’t wake you.” A pause. “Probably not because you didn’t answer. That’s good.” 

Lando sounds flustered. Like he can’t quite gather his thoughts into a coherent string. 

“I won!” 

Laughter. 

“I won and the first thing I thought when I saw that checkered flag was ’God, I wish she was here to see this.’ I hate being on opposite sides of the world from you. I haven’t heard your voice all fucking day. Is that pathetic? How much I love hearing your voice? You know what? I don’t care. Hearing you say my name is my favorite sound. Sue me.” 

Someone shouts Lando’s name off in the distance, just loud enough for you to hear. They tell him it’s time to celebrate and take a team photo. His response is muffled and then louder, directed back at your voicemail. 

“I wish you were here. I need you here for my next win, okay? Promise me? Okay, call me when you get up, I don’t care what time it is.” 

A pause. Almost like there’s something else he wants to say. Something heavier. 

“Okay. G’night.” 

Click. 

When He Misses You “Hi, baby.” He coos, voice tired. Sheets rustle in the background and he’s silent for a few moments. “I’m sorry I missed your call earlier. You’re probably out with the girls now, yeah? I hope you’re having a good time.” 

Silverware clinks in the background. The hiss of a can opening. 

“It’s been…fourteen days, six hours, and twenty-nine minutes since I kissed you and it’s really fucking annoying. I miss you so much. Triple headers suck. Can you come to Brazil next week? I’ll fly you out here. Please?” 

A sigh that borders on a groan. 

“I really fucking miss you.”

Deep breath. 

“Okay. I hope you’re having fun. Call me when you get in, no matter what time it is, okay?” 

Click. 

When He Realizes He Loves You “Hi.” 

It’s a breathless whisper. 

“I uhhhh…” 

Lando scrubs his hand over his face as he walks down the sidewalk. 

“I know it hasn’t been very long and fuck, I hope this doesn’t scare you off. I probably shouldn’t be doing this on voicemail. I was going to say it when I kissed you goodnight but I lost my nerve.” 

His feet whisper over the pavement, filling the silence. 

“IThinkImFallingInLoveWithYou.” 

The words are quick. Jumbled. And then he’s muttering something under his breath. 

“No. Wait. Fuck. Not think. Baby, I know I’m in love with you.” 

Silence. 

“I’m so head over heels in love with you I can’t even think straight.” 

His footfalls get louder, as if he’s running. 

“And I’m a fucking idiot for not saying it to your face. I’ll be at your door in thirty seconds…” 

Click. 

When He Gets Down On One Knee “I can’t believe you actually said yes.” 

Lando huffs a laugh. 

“I thought I blew it, when you didn’t say anything after I asked. I genuinely thought you were about to turn me down. Scariest ten seconds of my life. And then you were crying and yelling and hugging me…The poor cat was terrified.” 

The Ferrari’s engine purrs to life in the background. 

“I just ran out to get some champagne for us but I wanted to hear your voice. I can’t believe I get to marry you. Holy fuck, you’re going to be my wife.”

A beat.

“I’m going to be your husband.”  

He sounds overwhelmed. Like he can’t quite wrap his mind around the sentence. 

“I’m so glad I went into that bookstore that day…I love you so much. I can’t wait to call you Mrs. Norris.” 

Click.  

The Night Before You Marry Him “I don’t know how you’re asleep right now. I feel like I’m going to vibrate right out of my skin.” 

The sheets rustle softly in the background. 

“You looked so pretty tonight in that dress. Every time I looked at you, I thought my heart was going to explode. I can’t ever get enough of seeing you with my ring on your finger. The wedding band I put on you tomorrow is going to look so fucking good next to it.” 

Lando draws in a deep breath, settling deeper in the sheets. 

“It’s weird sleeping without you. These traditions are stupid.” 

You can almost hear the pout on his face. 

“What am I going to do without your ice cold feet to jolt me awake at 3 in the morning?” 

A laugh. 

“I still can’t believe I got you to agree to marry me. I’m the luckiest guy on this planet, you know that? I can’t wait to see you tomorrow.” 

A pause. 

“Can we have babies soon?” 

Another pause. Longer now. 

“I can’t wait for you to have my babies. Lets get to work on that tomorrow night.” 

He says it like it’s final. Like he’s been waiting to say that to you for as long as he’s known you. 

“Okay. Love you, soon-to-be wife. Bye.” 

Click. 

[perpetualnovelboyfriend]

SO, I started with The Alter Ego Effect by Todd Herman, it's kind of broad spectrum, but a lot of his past clients and examples in the book were athletes of some kind and that is what got me pointed in the direction of using mental toughness advice for endurance athletes.

Cause you are also so right with the creative work as a big game analogy! And we should be going back and "reviewing the tapes" and we should be taking way more into account than just the monetary loss or gain of a project! The Brave Athlete: Calm the F*ck Down and Rise to the Occasion by Simon Marshall and Lesley Paterson was pretty dang easy (for me at least) to retro fit the strategies for writing, and all of the surrounding psychology made so so much sense even if the exercises didn't (but they did, with some re-contextualizing) . I know I'm forgetting a book I read before this, but they really lay it all out in a very comprehensive and easy to digest way.

The Comeback Quotient by Matt Fitzgerald I was the most excited to read but had to wait a bit to find and it was worth it! But definitely better paired with the functional bits of The Brave Athlete. Still, the ability to roll with setbacks and failures, especially when they are out of your control, is something I knew I needed to get better at and The Comeback Quotient really helps put that kind of mindset into perspective.

I also have How Bad Do You Want It? The Psychology of Mind Over Matter by Matt Fitzgerald, but I haven't dug into it yet.

but yeah! There's a lot of shit going on around writing a thing or even more broadly managing a creative project and it turns out good mental hygiene can make you not only a well adjusted human being but not crippled by things outside your control (ya know, like the execs being shitheads) and actually bounce back from setbacks even faster and if there is one thing we have in common with athletes it is our want to minmax our performance

Becca Syme is also a great resource with similar philosophy, but she's specifically geared towards authors. She gets more into internal family systems and cliffton strengths, but she is very about the mental toughness needed to recover and/or pivot from circumstances outside of our control.

I see posts go by periodically about how modern audiences are impatient or unwilling to trust the creator. And I agree that that's true. What the posts almost never mention, though, is that this didn't happen in a vacuum. Audiences have had their patience and trust beaten out of them by the popular media of the past few decades.

J J Abrams is famous for making stories that raise questions he never figures out how to answer. He's also the guy with some weird story about a present he never opened and how that's better than presents you open--failing to see that there's a difference between choosing not to open a present and being forbidden from opening one.

You've got lengthy media franchises where installments undo character development or satisfying resolutions from previous installments. Worse, there are media franchises with "trilogies" that are weird slap fights between the makers of each installment.

You've got wildly popular TV shows that end so poorly and unsatisfyingly that no one speaks of them again.

On top of that, a lot of the media actively punishes people for engaging thoughtfully with it. Creators panic and change their stories if the audience properly reacts to foreshadowing. Emotional parts of storytelling are trampled by jokes. Shocking the audience has become the go to, rather than providing a solid story.

Of course audiences have gotten cynical and untrusting! Of course they're unwilling to form their own expectations of what's coming! Of course they make the worst assumptions based on what's in front of them! The media they've been consuming has trained them well.

[dissociativewriter]

Unnatural Affinity- Part 3

Isekai!Reader x Love and Deepspace

wc: ~2.4k

cw: angst but not too bad this time, flirty/playful Zayne, after that he freaks out though and doesn’t speak much, reader questions her place and existence, talks of destiny, low self esteem honestly, idk if i like this part; not proofread

Synopsis: You’re trying to find your footing, but after a week in this new world, you’re still realizing just how different it is. Luckily (or maybe not so luckily?), you become distracted as Em invites her dear doctor friend over.

author’s note: I’m loving this series, it’s giving me so much inspiration! But I’m updating this way faster than I initially intended so I’m not really proofreading so I’m sorry if its not great :( ANYWAY I’m kind of figuring out where I want to go with it from here, but right now I’m just focusing on introducing each Love Interest. Writing playful Zayne is so fun, i wanna squish him :(

tag list: @animegamerfox @ixloom819 @magennta09 @an-ever-angry-bi @corvid007 @vigtore @ph1lo-s0ph1a @ameili @babyx91 @sadsaidthesadthing @bidisasterforevermore @liz9898 @iconoclastoc @elegantdeerlady @lifumi @auraficial @plzdonutpercieveme @dolledbunnytail (I hope I got everyone!)

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“What are you reading?” Em’s voice broke through your focus.

You glanced up at her through your lashes from your place cuddled up on the couch. You were sat near the window to take advantage of the sunlight, but now you could barely see Em’s face through the glare. You shifted slightly, the blanket wrapped around you nearly falling.

“Frankenstein,” you answered shortly, looking back to your book. You didn’t mean to come off as rude, but Em was very talkative all of the time and you weren’t close enough to maintain that. You needed some time to recharge, and Em was interrupting it.

Her brows drew together and she leaned closer to you, staring at the book cover. “What’s that?”

You looked back up at her incredulously, keeping your place with your hand. “You’ve… never heard of Frankenstein?”

Em shook her head with a frown. “Is that weird?” She asked.

“Frankenstein? By Mary Shelley? You know, the really influential and famous horror and science fiction book?” When met with another shake of the head, you let out a laugh in disbelief. “I mean, I get not knowing the plot, but not knowing the whole book…?”

Another laugh from you, and Em was pulling her phone from her back pocket. “Hold on, let me search it up…” A few moments pass filled with only the tapping of Em’s nails against the screen. Her frown only deepened as she continued to scroll. “There’s nothing here about Frankenstein or any Mary Shelley.” She looked back up at you curiously. “Where exactly did you get that book?”

You stood up, your blanket falling to the floor, Frankenstein forgotten on the arm of the couch. You yanked Em’s phone from her hand, scrolling through it with wide eyes. “That can’t be true,” you muttered.

Em was right, though. There was no sign of Frankenstein in this world. All that showed up was ‘Did you mean:’ posts and similar names, but no direct matches.

How could that be?

What else was different in this world?

If there was no Frankenstein, then what else that you knew so familiarly was forgotten?

You knew there would be some differences in the world of Love and Deepspace, but you’d thought you could adapt. Now, though, it felt like you were floundering. There were more differences than similarities, and you had no idea how to deal with it.

You had no idea who you were supposed to be.

“Are you alright?” Em’s hand come on your shoulder. “You look really pale.”

You took a shaky breath. “Yeah, I’m alright. I just feel a little light-headed, but it’s nothing.”

“Have you eaten today?” She chastised, already knowing the answer.

“No,” you admitted sheepishly.

Em sighed, already moving into the kitchen. “Sometimes I wonder how you lived before we moved in together. What do you do when I’m gone on missions? Do you just starve until I get back?” She moved around the kitchen efficiently, pulling foods and plates out of cabinets that you didn’t even know existed.

You really needed to learn your way around this apartment.

“You know, contrary to popular belief, I can take care of myself,” you laughed.

“Oh, really?” Em raised an eyebrow. “Then why don’t you?”

You went quiet at that. How were you supposed to respond? She was right, of course. Em was perceptible when it mattered. You had just never had someone to take notice of it and do something before.

How are you supposed to act when you’re being taken care of?

When someone you’ve only known for a week is putting in more effort than friends you’d known for a year.

You took the plate she handed you, muttering a quiet thanks that Em waved off.

Em carefully watched you chew, not interrupting you until you were about halfway through your plate.

“Would you mind if one of my friends came over?” She asked suddenly, eyes trained on your face for a reaction.

You stopped chewing, staring up at her. After quickly swallowing, you sighed. “Is it Tara? Because as much as I love her I don’t think I can—”

“No, it’s not Tara,” Em chuckled. “I wouldn’t ask her over today, I know you’re tired and she can be a lot. This friend of mine, though…” She looked at you hopefully. “He’s really quiet. Kind of similar to you, actually. He can be a little intimidating when you first meet him, but he’s really sweet!” Em stared at you expectantly.

“I’m not completely opposed,” you began, catching sight of Em’s excited smile. “But I’m not sold on the idea either!” You said quickly. “What friend is this?”

Em’s smile didn’t dim. “It’s my friend Zayne.”

A methodical knock on the door had Em springing from her seat next to you and smoothing down her shirt. You put your bookmark in Frankenstein, setting it on the table next to you. You nervously shifted on the couch, not wanting to greet Zayne at the door.

After what happened with Xavier, who knows what could happen with Zayne?

You weren’t really sure what was happening now that you were here, and you weren’t exactly sure you wanted to find out. Were you a problem? Disrupting the plot, distracting the budding romances, keeping Em away from her destiny?

What even was her destiny?

What was your destiny?

If you really were a part of this plot, a part of this world, and someone so close to Em, why hadn’t you been mentioned?

Practiced footsteps brought your gaze up, immediately finding a familiar pair of green eyes. You stood, leaving your blanket discarded on the couch as you offered your outstretched hand.

Zayne took it, a ghost of a smile spreading on his lips as he shook it. “So formal,” he chuckled.

“It’s out first time meeting,” you shrugged. “Isn’t this what you do when you meet new people?”

“I suppose, but I’ve shaken enough hands at the hospital. I’d like to greet you as a friend would.” He gave you a light smile. “How exactly would you do that? I’m afraid I haven’t had much experience in friendship,” he admitted.

As a friend? The stoic Doctor Zayne joking around and wanting to be your friend?

What was going on?

“I don’t know,” you muttered. “Whenever I see my friends, I usually just hug them.” You watched as the very tips of Zayne’s ears turned a fiery pink.

He cleared his throat. “Well, I don’t suppose we’re close enough for that yet.”

“I’m so glad you you guys are getting along!” Em said, oblivious to the slight tension between you and the doctor. “I was worried since you both are kind of awkward.” She laughed brightly.

“Yes, well, I wanted to…” Zayne hesitated as he looked back to you. “I wanted to make a good impression on your friends. I would hate to be disliked by someone close to you.”

“I don’t think it’s possible for someone to dislike you,” you chuckled. Zayne stared at you with wide eyes, causing heat to rise to your own cheeks. “I only mean because you’re so polite and funny,” you explained hastily.

Zayne looked away, a grin growing on his face. “There aren’t many who would consider me funny. Even Em has said I’m too serious.”

“It’s because you are!” She said accusatorially before stepping over to your side as if that would make you easy to convince. “He’s been like this ever since we were kids! Other kids were out, running in the streets and playing tag, and he was inside huddled up with a book!”

“Hey, don’t knock it ‘til you’ve tried it!” You said, walking over to Zayne. You leaned in close, whispering, “I was that kid, too. It’s not a bad thing to go against the status quo sometimes.”

He gave you a smile filled with relief. “I don’t think I’ve ever had anyone say that to me, or agree with my childhood decisions.”

You shrugged. “I don’t see why it’s an issue. Everyone wants you to express yourself, but then they get mad if you don’t do it the way they want.” You looked at him, searching his eyes. “At the end of the day, I think you just have to accept that you’re not going to please everyone. And it’s not your job to, either. Everyone has their own opinions and decisions to make, and I think you just need to do what makes you happy, instead of what makes other people happy.”

Zayne was silent for a moment. “Very wise words,” he murmured. “I suppose it is easy to neglect one’s own happiness in the pursuit of satisfying another’s.”

You nudged him with your shoulder, a playful smile growing on your face. “It’s alright to be a people pleaser, Doctor Zayne. Just don’t forget yourself.”

Em cleared her throat, earning her attention from you and Zayne. “Listen, this is all very sweet, but it’s also boring.” She made a face, scrunching her nose. “You guys can have your little therapy session later, but right now, I wanna do something. Can we play a game?” Em bounced lightly on her feet.

Zayne chuckled. “This wouldn’t be the first time you’ve called me a bore. What would you like to play?” Em put her hand on her chin, pretending to think on the question. “Not Kitty Cards, I hope.”

“No!” Em said quickly. When you snickered, a blush painted her cheeks. “I just mean, we’ve been playing so much lately. I’m sure you don’t want to play again.”

Zayne raised an eyebrow. “Oh? Are you certain it’s not because of your recent losing streak?”

“Alright, alright,” you said. “Let’s not be too mean. She is our friend, after all.”

He hummed, trying to hide his grin. “I suppose you’re right.”

“Why don’t we play that new game you just got?” you offered, looking to Em. “The one with the snowmen?”

Em made a squeak of excitement before scrambling over to her game console.

Zayne stared at you, his posture suddenly stiffening before it seemed like he reminded himself to relax. “Have we… met before?” He asked you.

You shook your head. “No, we haven’t.” You cocked your head. “Why?”

He shook his head softly. “It’s nothing.” When your gaze persisted, he sighed. “You just seem familiar somehow. Like I’ve known you somewhere.” The words caught in his throat, and his next sentence came out barely as a whisper. “Like I’ve loved you before.”

You gaped at him, unsure if you had even heard him correctly, before Em walked over and swept you both into the living room to all play her new game together. Em gripped your arm as she situated you right next to her, exclaiming something about how you two needed to stick together and beat Zayne.

You watched the hesitation on Zayne’s face as he saw the places left to sit. He considered simply sitting on the floor, but he ended up taking the seat next to you, a faint blush dusting his cheeks.

Not many words were spoken after that. Zayne’s posture returned to that of the Doctor, prim and proper. Em carried most of the conversation, and the few answers Zayne gave were short and clipped.

You glanced at Zayne during one of the loading screens, only for him to avoid your gaze.

Did he figure out you didn’t belong here?

It was dark by the time Zayne left, offering you a curt nod as he said goodbye. You and Em straightened up the apartment in silence, feeling the fatigue from the week and aching for sleep.

Once the room was presentable, Em led you to sit on the couch, with her sitting opposite you on the small coffee table. She looked away from you, rubbing her thighs with her palms.

She did that because you did that.

There was nothing about the MC rubbing her thighs when she was nervous before, but you’d been doing it for years.

What other traits or habits of yours were now Em’s?

“Can you tell me something?” She asked, looking up at you with downturned lips. Already expecting this, you nodded. She took a deep breath. “Did something happen between you and Zayne? Because he was really relaxed when he first came over, but then he started acting like how he acts in public and I just wanted to know if you maybe said something?” Em winced as she finished.

“I don’t think I said anything weird,” you shrugged. Now was not the time to tell her what he’d said, you thought. Not that there would ever be a good time, but maybe you wouldn’t have to tell her. Maybe the story would progress as it was supposed to. They would all love her, she would take her pick, and leave the others heartbroken.

And you would simply fade into the background.

Isn’t that what you were supposed to do?

Just be a plot device here and there, not have a Love Interest think he’s loved you before.

How did he expect you to react, anyway?

“That’s weird.” A pout grew on her face. “I wonder what freaked him out.”

Probably the fact that he acknowledged connection with someone other than you, you thought.

He wasn’t supposed to. He wasn’t supposed to.

He wasn’t supposed to.

You repeated the mantra in your head, trying to make yourself believe it.

This girl in front of you is the one he’s defied gods for, so who are you to get in between that?

She was the one that the story was about, not you. You weren’t even supposed to be here.

Would you be able to get back home?

Did you want to?

Maybe you could live here. Stay here. Carve out a life here.

Maybe you could find your own happy ending.

You shook your head.

You are not the priority protagonist.

You are an aid, a secondary character, a plot device. Someone to fade away.

What would happen if you went against that?

All you needed to do was help Em find her happy ending, and pray it doesn’t lead to your own downfall.

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[lacemadesoldier]

bucky and the bunny | bucky barnes smut

you’re the youngest avenger. a bratty girly girl with an obsession for pink and shopping. and bucky likes to tease you for it.

warnings ; smut minors dni, reader is afab, age gap, dom!bucky, degrading and praise p in v, oral (both receiving), bucky is called sir, slight enemies to lovers,

“thank you!” you smile all white teeth and pink gloss at the cab driver as he hands over your bags and you spin to make your way to the tower. you notice bucky approaching and wish in that moment it was anybody else.

you and bucky weren’t enemies but you weren’t friends either. you initially blamed it on the man’s reserved personality assuming he was quiet with everyone. the most he’d ever said to you were fleeting comments but he did often enjoy teasing you for your girly interests and you’d had a really nice day shopping with some old friends and you could really do without his criticism of your spending ruining it.

“what the hell is all this?” he asks as he sees you approaching the door to the tower and you shrug, hands filled with various shopping bags.

“stuff.” you say it like its obvious and his brows knit together before he scoffs, reaching for the door and allowing you to enter whilst he trails behind you.

his eyes follow your frame, curled hair teased up with a pink clip in the back. tiny baby pink dress that he was sure wouldn’t be legal back in his day and a white cardigan over top. not to mention the smell of your perfume that followed you and drifted right into his nostrils.

“what stuff?” his metal finger presses the elevator button and you roll your eyes, settling the bags at your heeled feet.

“clothes..makeup just stuff.” you follow it with a shrug again and he wants to keep pressing but instead grabs the bags for you and you follow him into the elevator. “thank you.”

as you hit the button he notices your short french nails and snorts. “you get told off for the claws?” his head nods in the direction. your eyes roll again and he finds amusement in it.

“how’d you know?” there’s a pout lingering on your lips at the idea everyone was talking about you behind your back. especially for something like that. you already felt way out of place-your pink clothes, curled hair and makeup applied to perfection before training sessions in a morning.

youd always loved the stereotypical girly things and you knew it wasn’t exactly the norm for an avenger but at the end of the day you were a girl in her early 20s and you were willing to help save the day when needed but you weren’t going to lose your own interests for it.

“yelena said you stole some of her skin with one during a spar last week.” his explanation does nothing to soothe your worry and a frown takes over your face as the doors close and you begin ascending.

“it was a total accident! was everyone mad at me?” your defence is sweet and he almost feels bad for mentioning it. he knew you were sensitive. which was surprising for how angry you could get sometimes. your reminded him of a bunny, huffing from your twitching nose and stamping your feet when you’re mad.

“no i noticed her hello kitty bandaid and asked about it.” it’s his turn to shrug and you nod, your hands clenching together awkwardly as you examine all the bags in his hands.

“i probably bought too much.” you murmur and his face twitches into a confused one.

“i saw you come in last week with double this.”

“yeah, exactly.” your eyes roll again and he tuts.

“you know doll, the shopping isn’t the problem.” he tells you and your eyes flit to him. “it’s your attitude.”

“excuse me?” the elevator dings and he walks out, you following close behind. he can almost imagine your angry expression as he listens to the bracelets on your wrist jingle as you storm after him.

“do you want these in your bedroom or your dressing room?” completely ignoring you as you stop, hands crossing over your chest. “hm?”

he barely looks over his shoulder at you and youre tempted to stomp your foot and demand he explains what he means by ‘attitude’ but the irony isn’t lost on you so you storm over and take your bags from him.

“i think i can take them from here, thank you.” he chuckles at your emphasis on the last two words but you ignore it and disappear with the clacks of your heels into your dressing room with a mental huff.

—

after a few hours you emerge from your bedroom and make your way to the kitchen. bucky is already there nursing a glass of something.

“ah the princess is away from her tower.” he smiles at you from behind the breakfast bar and you hold back the urge to roll your eyes, taking a seat at it.

“sorry i like to have alone time.” you defend in a murmured whisper and before he can respond you’re asking “where is everyone?”

“out.” he runs a hand through his hair and you stare at him. he’s wearing his usual ‘off duty’ uniform of jeans and a black shirt that tugs at his biceps every time he moves them. you quickly look away and admire the view from the large window. it’s already dark. “are you here to make a tea?”

“uh yes.” you mutter out confused. sure it was routine for you to have one around this time but you didn’t know everyone knew about it. he spins on his heels grabbing the bag and dropping it into your rose patterned tea cup.

you watched his movements as he began boiling water before sipping from his own glass and looking over at you. “what?”

“do you think i’m weird?” you blurt out and he stares back at you confused. “i mean-like do you think i don’t fit in here?”your arms gesture around you and he chuckles.

“i think your pink sticks out like a sore thumb but everyone here really likes you.”

“is that why you don’t like me? you wish i wasn’t so pink?” your voice doesn’t sound sad as you ask him, genuinely curious and eyebrows furrowed together.

“what?” his eyes stare directly at you and you fight the urge to look away. you don’t want to back down from him. “i mean i don’t not like you?”

“cmon bucky.” you sigh and he keeps his gaze on you. “you’ve been weird with me since the day we met. im not even mad im just curious.”

your explanation causes his mind to whirl. was he weird with you? he knew he wasn’t exactly inviting you to be his best friend but he wasn’t to anybody else either. and you were over 100 years younger than him. and way too hot for your own good. or his own.

the minute he saw you he knew it’d be a slippery slope for him. your wide smile as you told him your name after he’d untied you and everyone had explained everything about ‘bob’ to him. there you were trying to to befriend him whilst the group was making up a plan. too sweet and too welcoming. he needed to keep to himself when it came to you.

“you don’t think it’d be weird if i tried to be your friend?” he asks and you suddenly feel under pressure, his gaze feeling heavy over you.

“no, we’re a team now.” you explain and he nods. “everyone else is fine with me. it’s just you with the problem.”

he rounds the breakfast bar and makes his way over to you. “i don’t have a problem doll.”

“you said my attitude was a problem.” you defend back and he laughs lowly.

“that’s your problem, not mine.” his voice is barely above a whisper and you feel your face heat up, trapped between him and the counter as you stand up.

“whatever bucky.” you murmur and he runs a hand along his jaw.

“you know when i was younger -“

“500 years ago?” you look up at him expectantly and he breathes a laugh in return.

“close.” you eye him for him to continue. “girls like you didn’t even exist.”

“what do you mean?” your eyes stare up at him and he smirks. his fingers find the hem of your way too short skirt and skim your upper thigh as he snorts a laugh at your shocked expression, dropping his hand back to his side.

“clothes were different.” he shrugs and you look down at your outfit.

“yeah it was illegal to show ankle back then, right?” you fire back and he smiles down at you.

“there’s that attitude again, bunny.” it sounds like a warning and you almost don’t register the new name he’s got for you.

“bunny?”

“hm?” he raises an eyebrow and look back at him questioning. “fits, don’t you think?”

“you’re being annoying.” you tell him, standing up to round him and finish your tea.

“i thought you wanted to be my friend?” he asks amusedly as he watches you.

“i don’t hear you calling anyone else bunny.” you stop spinning around to face him as he stands opposite you.

“no one else quite fits it like you.” he stands up from his seat at the same time the elevator dings and everyone walks in and steals your attention. you give him another look as he makes his way out of the room and he looks back, sending a wink your way and leaving you utterly confused.

—

the next morning as you got ready for training you couldn’t get your conversation with bucky out of your mind. or just bucky in general. something about him finally saying more than 5 words a day to you really introduced something you weren’t ready for. you wanted bucky barnes to bend you over your dresser and make fun of you for your stupid pink clothes and shopping habit. which was absolutely crazy and you needed to put that to rest.

you planned to speak to him before training started and arrived 10 minutes early,dressed in your pink sweats with a matching jacket. you made your way straight over to bucky who was leaning on the wall outside of the gym but as his eyes lifted and he saw you you felt another person approaching.

“you’re ditching me for bucky?” yelena asks and before you can disagree he wraps an arm around your shoulders.

“she wanted someone who could actually challenge her.” he tells her and you wave him off. you go to open your mouth but he begins his way into the room. “cmon don’t wanna be late.” you huff and follow him inside muttering an apology to yelena.

“what the heck?” you ask bucky as the door clicks behind you and he pulls the hoodie from his body exposing the black compression shirt that lifted a little exposing a slither of his lower abs. god.

“what? you came over to me.” he brushes you off. “ready?”

“i just wanted to ask you something. i like pairing with yelena because she lets us talk and go slow-!” you’re cut off with a jab thrown to you that you just barely miss. “bucky!”

“what? i’m not yelena and you’re not gonna learn to defend yourself whilst gossiping about shoes and boys.”

“i don’t think she’s interested in my shoes and we don’t talk about boys.” you throw a jab at him as he sighs but he’s quick to grab onto your wrist with his mechanic hand cool on your skin.

he smirks at the your reaction. “well bunny, whatever she does is clearly not good enough.” your free hand punches against his stomach and you expect him to react but of course he takes it like it was nothing. still holding onto your hand he drags you closer. “try harder.” his breath is hot against your ear as he all but whispers the words. heat rises up your spine and you push him away from you without a second thought.

“did i bring my water in here?” you ask and he stares at you dumbfounded. his hands move to his hips and he looks around before shaking his head but you don’t hear anything he says because you’re too busy gawking at his broad chest and bulging biceps in his signature black shirts that you decide he must be purposely buying in a size too small to accentuate his muscles.

“hello?” his face is taken over by that smirk again and you wanna punch it off him as you realise he’d caught you staring at him. “you wanna keep staring or shall i teach you a few things?” you avoid the innuendo and mentally scald yourself.

“ya right old man. what are you teaching me?” he eyes you down, before shrugging.

“how about we start with manners?” he asks and before you reply you’ve kicked his legs from under him sending flat on his back on the mat. “or not.”

“are you impressed? i mean you should’ve seen it coming really but you didn-“ he grabbed a hold of your ankle using it to pull you down over him, straddling his chest.

you stare down at him, his hand holding your ankle by his head as you’re way too close to comfort to the man who before last night the most you’d ever spoken to one another was just polite small talk and here you were feeling your thighs want to close around his face as he smiled up at you triumphantly. “oh my god bucky!”

“what?” he laughs as you climb off of him, walking to the other end of the room. “what’s wrong now bunny?”

“i’m done for the day.” you sigh out and he shakes his head.

“no you’re not!” he jogs over to you, hand holding the door shut as you try to open it. “you have to do 45 minutes at least and you’re barely at 10!”

“you’ll have to fail me sir.” you push him aside and storm off. you weren’t exactly sure why you just overreacted like that.

you felt overwhelmed with bucky suddenly. like everything he did left you feeling dumbfounded and unable to say what you wanted to. which you weren’t even sure of anyways but you knew it went along the lines of leave me alone. or so you told yourself. that and apologise for being so weird last night.

-

a shower, some rollers and a music filled makeup and outfit session later you were applying your perfume when there was a knock at your dressing room door. you were sure everyone was out but apparently not.

“come in?” you placed the glass bottle down on your vanity and watched through the mirror as the man in black slowly walked into your very pink room. “try not to grimace.”

“i’ve never been in here before.” he admits as he shuts the door behind him and stands awkwardly by it. his eyes scan the fairy lights and racks of clothes, shelves of bags and shoes.” it’s very you.”

“i designed it myself.” you explain and spin around to look at him. now he was getting a good look at you, the new room long forgotten. you were wearing a pleated pink mini skirt and a lacy white top. your feet were bare with a gold initial anklet dangling and your french toes on full display which he oddly found himself enamoured with.

“did i upset you earlier?” he blurted out. not the way he planned but not as bad as it could have been either.

“no.” you shrugged and he continued to stare at you, waiting for more but it never came.

“you seemed annoyed.” he attempts to explain further but you just shrug again causing him to tut. “usually when you’re having a conversation you do more than shrug your shoulders.”

“usually when you’re an old man you keep your distance from the young girls in your work instead of barging into their dressing rooms.” you’re half teasing half serious. every minute you spend alone with him makes you want to pounce on him.

“hey i knocked and you told me to come in! and i was only coming to checking on you after you were weird this morning.”his voice is defensive and it makes you giggle and roll your eyes.

you spin around and make your way over to your shoes holding up a pair of pink sandals in one hand and white sling backs in the other. “which pair with this outfit?” you ask him and gesture down at yourself. he eyes you up and down then his eyes look between the two before focusing back on your bare feet for a second too long.

“where are you going?” he walks closer into you room, closer to you. sure it was another ‘off’ day for you but it didn’t mean you could just go out and about. you hadn’t even finished your training for the day yet.

“mind your business old man.” you shoo him as you make your way by him to check both shoes against your outfit in the full length mirror that his broad frame was blocking.

“manners.” his voice is warning and you feel that familiar hear between your thighs as your eyes look above you to meet his own in the mirror. “you’ve still got your training workout to complete from this morning.”

“i’m not doing it it’s my day off.” your voice is challenging as you continue your the contact with him. “i told you-fail me sir.”

at that he takes ahold of your arm, spinning you around and pulling you harshly against his hard body. “what’re you doin-“

“shut up.” he grits out. “such a fucking brat you know it’s your life you’re messing around with? up here playing fucking dress up when your life is at risk every mission?”

“i’m good at what i do buck-“

“yeah i’ve seen you out there, you are. but you’ve got an attitude problem, bunny.” his eyes bore into your eyes and your arm starts to ache from how hard he’s holding it but your thighs are involuntarily rubbing together as you listen to him scald you. and he clearly notices. “are you even listening or is that little brain of yours too occupied?”

you stare up at him with doe eyes as you speak. “sorry sir.” like butter wouldn’t fucking melt.

he breathes a laugh through his nose at that. “finally some manners. huh. bun?” he lets go of your arm. letting you completely free from him bar the hand you’ve got fisted in his t shirt. you continued to stare up at him, clearly dumbfounded from just a little gentle guiding and his mind wanders to how he could get you to act with some real words of enforcement. but he knows he shouldn’t be thinking that and he quickly snaps out of, taking a step back.

“make sure you get your training done. yelena will do double with you tomorrow.” he explains before he turns to leave.

“i want you to do it with me again.” your voice is lower, there’s a whine to it, and he turns to face to see your cheeks pink and fingers twisted together nervously.

“i shouldn’t have done that today. i apologise. like you said an old man should keep his distance from his young coworkers.” he was trying really hard to ignore the way your thighs clenched as he called himself an old man.

“but i don’t want you to keep your distance!” your voice was more demanding now and he shook his head.

“where’s your manners bun?” he asks, chin tilted toward you and tone soft but there’s a pout on your face. like you were determined to have him give in.

“where’s yours? you act all weird to me then you compliment me and get all close then you need to keep your distance? that’s not fair!” you bite back childishly and he lifts a hand to your face, taking your cheek into his hand and you nearly nuzzle into it as you stare up at him with wide eyes. “i want you bucky.”

“you’re such a fucking brat.” his lips are against yours, hard. his mechanical hand grips the bare skin of your waist, leaving goosebumps on the hot skin and you moan against his lips. he pulls back with a pop and you admire his spit slick lips.

“you want this?” his voice is serious and stern and you nod but he shakes his head disapprovingly. “words bunny.”

“yes sir.” your words are followed with a giggle and he smirks down at you.

“you like calling me sir? what about it? it remind you how much older than you i am? you like that, huh?” his lips trace their way down your neck as his hands explore your ass under your skirt.

“that and you’re bossy.” your words are punctuated with a slap to your ass and you yelp and grab onto his biceps.

“not gonna tell you again about that attitude. you wear all this pink making everyone think you’re a good little girl but really you’re a bratty whore.” his words pour into you like lava. melting you down and down until you’re putty in his hands willing to do anything he wants.

“sorry sir.” your voice is sugary sweet and you follow it with a sweet kiss to his bearded jaw, a glittery lipgloss mark against it which makes you blush. “let me make it up to you?”

you push him backwards onto the antique chaise longue, and climb on top of him. your clothed heat settles above his stiffening cock and you reconnect your lips with his own. your hands roam under the black t shirt as you rock against him. his tongue pushes easily into your mouth and you let him rub it along yours.

bucky liked to kiss dirty you quickly found out. your spit swapping as his tongue traced your own before he sucked yours into his mouth and you let out a moan.

“such pretty fucking noises just from kissing bunny.” his lips move down your jaw as your hands trace his hard abs. you’re humping him now as he grips your hips, guiding you against him and you’re sure you’re leaving a wet patch on his jeans.

one of your hands makes its way lower to palm him through the jeans and he sucks in a breath at the feeling which makes you whine in response. “wanna suck it, please sir.” your forehead rests on his chest as you beg and he chuckles against your neck.

“go ahead princess.” the words spur you on and you peel yourself from on top of him to kneel between his legs. you make quick work to move to take his belt in your hands but he pushes you off.

“slow down bun.” he undoes the belt painfully slow and you almost feel drool pool in your mouth as you just watch as he stands above you and rids himself of his jeans and boxers. already hard cock slapping against his lower tummy. your hips move against nothing at the side of him, staring down at you with his messy hair falling in his face.

“please?” you barely get out above a whisper and he smiles down at you, taking some of your hair in his hand and nods.

“go ahead bunny. s’all yours.” that really egged you on and you carefully took it at the base as you guided it to your mouth. your tongue swirled on the tip and bucky threw his head back with a loud groan.

“fucking hell baby.” all the nicknames and the weight of him against your tongue was making your head spin as you kept your eyes on the man above you. you pushed him further into your mouth before you got as low as you could and prepared to pull off until he fisted your hair and shoved you further down. you felt your throat bulge as you choked around him but the sound of his moans above you made it worth it as you concentrated on breathing through your nose.

“good fucking girl that’s it.” he praises, his grip still tight in your hair as you begin to bob on and off his cock. you gag again around him and absentmindedly reach up to his mechanical hand, threading your fingers with his own for comfort and he coos at you. “such a sweet girl, just needed your -fuck- your mouth filling.”

you moan around him and he begins thrusting into your mouth now, flesh hand holding your head still as he abuses your throat. flows of your name and curses fall from his lips and your free hand makes its way to his balls giving them a gentle squeeze before he stills against your face, cumming down your throat then pulling your mouth off and on him as his orgasm washes completely over him. you come off of him with a pop sound and he watches as you swallow everything he had given you without him even having to tell you. “good girl.” you smile up at him and he uses the hand he was holding to pull you up.

“cmon.” he grabs his pants and leads you out of your pink room and down the hall to his own. your eyes wander around and its entirely black. so bucky you think.

“wanna fuck you in my bed princess, that okay?” he asks and you nod.

“don’t even need to ask sir, can have whatever you want from me.” you tell him and he stares into your eyes knowing there’s not a hint of a lie in that statement.

“take this off.” your hands pull eagerly at the black shirt and he reaches a hand behind him to pull it over his head. you don’t even try to hide your stare as you take him all in. completely bare in front of you and hes absolutely perfect. muscly and rock solid like he was carved out of stone.

you smile cheekily back at him, bottom lip tucked between your teeth, as you climb hands and knees on to his black bed sheets. you arch your back to him, letting him know you’re not wearing panties and he can’t believe his eyes.

“fucking hell bunny.” you were dripping down your thighs and he just couldn’t help but lean forward and shove his face into it. he moaned at the taste of you. so sweet. and the smell. he felt like he’d died and been given a chance at heaven.

your noises got louder and louder as he swiped his tongue between your folds before landing on your clit and circling it a few times. you were like putty in his hands, pushing yourself back against his mouth letting him have you like this. he was the luckiest bastard ever. he’d thought about this exact thing almost every-time he found himself fisting his cock in the shower after another torturous day of you prancing around the tower in your skimpy outfits.

“gonna cum!” you whined out, your hand reaching behind you to fist at his hair and he chuckled, pressing a kiss to your heat before he pulled away. “bucky?!”

“you gotta earn it baby. that’s for your attitude and missing your training today.” he explains and manoeuvres you onto your back against the pillows. “need you to be a good girl for me so i can treat you like a spoiled little brat.”

his hands made quick work of ridding you of your clothes and he immediately grabbed onto your tits. his tongue finding its way to the left nipple. he circled it and you moaned out, arching against him already desperate for your relief.

“bucky please.” you star down at him. he has his lips puckered around your pebbled nipple and he smirks up at you. “need you please i’ll be so good i promise.”

“oh yeah?” he asks, moving his lips to the next nipples as his cock brushes at your entrance.

“fuck! yes please sir i need you so bad!” he grabs ahold of the base and presses the tip against your clit. he rubs circles against it and your manicured nails find their way to press deep moons into his shoulders as you moan out his name.

“that feel good bunny?” he asks in vain. it feels good to him never mind you who’s tense against him, moans falling from your lips as you fight the coil already building in your tummy.

“i’m so close sir.” you let him know and he near enough growls as he continues his circles on your clit, his tip leaky from his first orgasm. “please please!” your voice turns into a whine against his lips and your orgasm comes like a storm cloud over you. your eyes screw shut and it leaves you shaking as you pulse around nothing.

“such a good fucking girl. came from just my tip on your little clit. didn’t even finger you or nothing yet princess.” he pressed a comforting kiss to your head and you sigh with a smile in response, head still fuzzy. “you gonna give me another? let me fuck you in that little cunt?”

“yes please sir.” your voice is quiet and he smirks down at you. he guides his cock head to your entrance and thrust gently inside. you’re dripping wet and he’d warmed you up for him so there’s barely any resistance as you take him in greedily. “bucky!”

“so fucking good bunny, fucking perfect.” he grunts into your open mouth as you whimper at the stretch of him as he pushes in to the hilt “fits like a glove.” you almost laugh at that, such an old man thing to say.

“bucky!” it’s barely a babble and he nods down at you, pushing the stay hairs from your face.

“you okay bun? feeling good?” you nod and he wants to laugh at how fucking cute you look stuffed full of his cock with your mouth open in an ‘o’ and your eyes squeezed shut. “can you look at me?”

“so full!” your eyes glow up at him sweetly and he smiles,chest feeling hot.

“thereee she is.” he presses a kiss to your forehead. “you feel okay baby?” you were warm all over. like he’d taken over every part of your body and you trust him so deeply to do so.

“please move?” that was all he needed as he pulled out to slam back in again. you were gripping him like a vice and the room was filled with your whimpers and the wet sounds coming from where your bodies met. “feels soo good.”

“yeah? you like how i fuck you princess?” he asks and you just nod, already getting close and your brain turning dumb as he babies you. “next time gonna bend you over in one of the pieces of fabric you call a skirt. make sure you got no panties on and take you in the meeting room.” he’s grunting and each word he speaks brings you both closer to that point.

“can’t even tell you how many times i thought of that. thought of the poor excuse of a string you had on for underwear.” he groans again and you whine as you look down between you both. “yeah watch me fuck you princess.”

“i think of it too.. always watch your arms in your shirts.” your hands instinctively begin stroking his biceps and he chuckles at you.

“yeah? you like my arms bun?”

“mhm..so big. want them anywhere on me.” with that he pulls out and flips you onto your front. his mechanical arm grabs you around your neck, holding you to his back in a slight headlock as the other guides his back into you. you moan out his name and your head is thrown back onto his shoulder. the new angle let him get even deeper and you could already tell you weren’t gonna last much longer.

his flesh hand presses a finger to your clit circling and egging you on. your hands grip the arm holding you on and it just spurs you on even more as you grind down against his hand. that paired with the brutal way he was fucking has you right on that edge.

“bucky please need to cum.” you beg. “wanna come all over you please please let me?”

“go on bunny such a good girl you deserve it.” he lips press to the side of your face and with the softest action your spasming in his arms practically screaming his name. your walls pulse around him and feels his release right there and with a few more pumps he cums into you with a deep groan. he stills against your body, holding you tight against him before he lays you both down on his sheets.

your head is against his hard chest and your eyes flutter open to look up at him. “you okay?” he asks and you nod shyly, blushing as you stare up at him. “why’re you goin all shy on me now?” his hand strokes your cheek and you shrug.

“feel shy.” you tell him and he chuckles at you.

“you’re silly baby.” he gets up from the bed with a whine from you. “cmon let’s get you cleaned up.”

**

[fandomnerd9602]

Home on the Run (7)

Yelena Belova x Venom!Reader

Set during Thunderbolts*

So there you were in the Void with your bride Yelena and poor Bob.

“I-It’s not so bad here. This is the least bad room” Bob tried to say, shutting out the shouting of his father from beneath the floorboards.

You and Yelena just sat down beside him and began wrapping him in a hug.

“Its okay. It’s alright” Bob tried to say, weakly trying to reassure himself

“Bob…its okay to not be okay sometimes” Yelena gently whispers.

“I-I feel so alone”

Venom materializes and nudges him, “no man is an island, Bob”

“We’re here for you” you gently reassure the man

“Why don’t we all get out of here? Together” Yelena asks Bob gently.

Bob gives you both a gentle if unsure nod. And then the room around you attacked. Objects were thrown. Bob’s subconscious didn’t want you to leave.

Suddenly the rest of the team burst through the walls around you. Alexei grabbed a regular pillow and tore it apart.

“You came” Yelena looks at your team surprised.

“We’re a team” Ava shrugs.

“Thunderbolts stick together” Walker says, “or something like that”

“So how do we leave?” Bucky asks.

“If this is the least bad room…” you wonder.

“…we just need to find the worst” Venom finishes.

“Where is the worst room, Bob?” Yelena asks.

“Follow me” Bob takes charge leading you down the stairs.

Bob’s abusive father tries to stop him only for Venom to form over you and bite his head off

Venom huffs, “damn! Only a projection. No brains!”

You and the team made your way through so many horrific scenes and rooms before reaching an empty science lab. At the end of the room, on a gurney, sat the Void itself

“You thought you’d be some great hero” the void spoke to Bob.

“Don’t listen, Bob!” Lash warns. “It’s not nice!”

“Some great heroes you all turned out to be” the void looks at you and the thunderbolts.

The Void separated you and the rest of the team from Bob, pushing you all against the wall and extending out the room. Bob became smaller and smaller as the distance grew.

“Bob!” Lash called out, “you are not alone!”

The Void bent metal around you and the rest of the team. Bob began to fight this negative version of himself.

“Come on Bobby!” Walker tried to encourage him. But the fight was futile.

Even as Bob pinned the Void and started wailing away at it, the darkness was threatening to consume Bob.

“He’s not gonna make it” Yelena exclaimed, “we have to get to him!”

You shot out a long tendril and used another tendril to break Yelena out of her bindings.

“Express way!”

Yelena jumped on the tendril and it quickly rushed her across the distance to Bob. She wrapped him in a hug, gently rocking him.

“I got you. I got you” she reassured him, “you’re safe”

One by one, you and the team broke out of your restraints and ran to Bob, wrapping him in a group hug. Bob finally broke down, crying, holding onto to all of you.

“We got you, Bob”

Next thing you knew, you all fell backwards and landed in the New York streets. The shadows receded.

You give Bob a little hug. “Truly something, eh?”

“Yeah” Bob laughs before stopping, “what was something?”

You all saw Val trying to escape and she ran under some sort of curtain. You and the rest of the Thunderbolts followed.

“I kill her” Alexei mutters

“No we have to arrest her” Bucky argues.

You all walked thru the makeshift curtain to find a press conference. Val tried to take credit for forming this “New Avengers” team.

You and Yelena shared a look.

Venom formed over you and wrapped Val in your tendrils, lifting her high above the crowd.

Yelena grabs the microphone, “my team and I uncovered evidence of Val’s human testing. In fact, the disaster that recently befell New York was a direct result of her own actions. And I am willing to testify in court”

“Me too” Walker seconds.

Val’s assistant Mel speaks up, “I’ll testify”

“Count me in” Ava says.

“I would like to testify”, Alexei says before you and Venom stop him.

“You don’t have anything,” you whisper in his ear.

“I just want to be included”

A reporter steps forward, “if you’re not the New Avengers, who are all of you?”

You look to Yelena and then Alexei, giving him the go ahead.

“We…are…the Thunderbolts!!!” Red Guardian screams. The crowd erupts into applause.

To Be Concluded..

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[galaxymagitech]

Okay.

I think we are both trying to prevent fandom-wide misconceptions.

I think that reading your original post with no knowledge of canon will lead to a belief that it is absolutely canon in pre-crisis that Bruce made Jason dye his hair, whereas it's just a possible interpretation that Jason felt pressure to. I recognize that my post isn't a "gotcha" to you, but it was more a preventative measure against people assuming your post meant Bruce always wanted to Jason to be Robin or was the one who came up with the hair dyeing idea. I could dissect the wording that makes it seem that way (at least to me) but I really don't want to be rude. My goal was to prevent reblogpasta that created a fanon myth. Instead...I seem to have created reblogpasta in the opposite direction.

I agree with you that it's not coming out of absolutely nowhere and it's not just "baseless Morrison garbage." I never intended to imply that it was.

I wasn't aware my version was getting reblogged a bunch, but I am going to edit it to clarify that this is just a statement that this interpretation is contested/debatable, not that this interpretation is bad.

Now onto the actual debate:

I put a lot of emphasis on Pre-Crisis Jason choosing Robin because he had so many other options (post-crisis Jason...absolutely did not). He had so many costumes to choose from when he went to help Batman. And instead of just taking one of them, instead of even just taking the Robin costume...he also dyed his hair. He went above and beyond, and there was simply no reason that would've been necessary to prove himself.

After that, he was going to be Batman's partner and was already brainstorming names. He had his own costume. But he still jumped on the idea of Robin when Dick offered. After that he had second thoughts about personal identity, but Bruce appeared to misinterpret those--what he said, after all, was clearly missing the point. (Pre-crisis Bruce does show occasional signs of weaponized missing the point with Jason, the whole "oh, so you're saying..." type of thing. But nothing I've seen that seems this extended and sincere.) If Jason then misinterpreted what Bruce said as "wanting your own identity is bad", I'm not sure that can really be considered pressure from Bruce, because that wasn't what Bruce was saying. And in general, I think we might have different definitions of Bruce pressuring Jason.

"Or simply never encouraging Jason to stop or acknowledging his natural hair color."

Personally, I wouldn't consider this pressure.

I'm not trying to defend Bruce--I am, in general, not a Bruce defender. But I think, very specifically, that the hair dyeing is too many steps removed from the actual problem (Jason's isolation and loneliness and Bruce's role in that, Jason's desperation, etc.) to say that there was any pressure towards Jason specifically dying his hair.

I will say that if post-crisis Jason was to have non-black hair (as he did in Morrison's run), I absolutely believe Bruce would have told him to dye it, given how Jason was just unilaterally made Robin and wasn't really given the option to be a civilian. I'm saying that in pre-crisis, Jason went above and beyond to randomly dye his hair and chose Robin over a multitude of other options. And that, while it's possible he somehow felt pressure to specifically dye his hair--and a very valid reading of the comics--it's not a fact.

So, yeah, Morrison wasn't coming from nowhere, I think their decision to take that was pretty reasonable, although I'm not a fan of them making Jason's hair red instead of yellow, because that divorces it too much from pre crisis for me to accept. And I will edit my post to this effect, because I'm not arguing against the "Morrison/Jason wasn't just making random stuff up" part, I was arguing against the implication that this take is in any way definitive for pre crisis. I had a knee-jerk reaction, especially because the fact that Jason initially chose to dye his hair is not mentioned in the text of the original post, and probably phrased my "further context" too argumentatively.

To your tags: I don't think you sound mean/rude, I'm taking this as a very lively and interesting internet debate. If you'd prefer to stop arguing/discussing feel free to let me know.

I cannot stress enough that Bruce did make Jason dye his hair like that IS a thing it wasn't completely out of left field made up by Morrison. I love complaining about Morrison's Jason but that aspect is literally from precrisis as many details about that Jason are

No, there is not an explicit panel of Bruce going "well hey you have to have black hair to be my son, fuck you". But the whole thing is that Jason is not allowed to have his own hero identity and that the general public and villians arent supposed to know there's a new Robin, which, pretty heavily implies he's meant to look like Dick as Robin. If Jason isn't allowed to give the costume pants (or at least, made to feel like he can't change that aspect), then yeah, he's gonna have to keep up dying his hair too

[loserlvrss]

𝔯ock, 𝔭aper, 𝔰cissors… 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙩! 🥢 choi beomgyu ˊˎ-

( 투바투 ) gyu x frea. ⋆ 1157fluff, drabble .ᐟlanguage 🪨✂️

back4more 레크?no 🧂 for my gyu girlies ( @yudaies )

You rested your head against the window, letting a sigh spread past your lips for what felt like the hundredth time to the person in the driver's seat. You knew you weren’t exactly the most patient—not when it didn’t matter, that is—and it was blatantly obvious to anyone and everyone you’ve ever met; You liked to jump headfirst into things, fear not being something that could hold you down the same way gravity did. 

Your friend, who was the chauffeur for the few milliseconds she could take her foot off the brake, laughed, glancing in your direction. Her lips pouted pitifully at your exasperated sound, causing you to gently push her shoulder. She dramatically gasped, gripping the wheel tight enough to flush her knuckles. 

"I could've fucking crashed!" 

You waved your hand in exaggeration, shouting, “We’re not fucking moving!” showing off the bumper-to-bumper traffic that was miles on end, at least. 

She curtly chuckled, almost soullessly, “Oh… yeah. We aren’t, are we?” 

Your lips pressed into a straight line, shaking your head in response, “I think I’ve dedicated that Ford Focus’ license plate to memory.” 

She made an amused sound, like she could relate, “Hopefully they never commit a crime.”

Almost as if it was a bad habit, another sigh rolled off your tongue, your entire body having a reaction to the force. You whined, “How much longer, you think?”

"Entertain yourself!" She replied, obviously treading a thin line between irritation and solidarity, "Play a damn game or something." 

"Like what?" You dragged out, sliding further down the leather and crossing your arms.

"You’re truly the worst person to be stuck in traffic with, yn, you know that? Find something." 

You bit your lip, taking the hint, and mumbling out a weak, "Okay." If your phone hadn’t died, and if the charger hadn’t started on fire (literally) the other day while you were driving, you would’ve just watched YouTube, or the race you needed to catch up on. But, here you were, bored out of your mind, sitting in traffic with the most irritable person at your side—but you truthfully wouldn’t trade her, or your experiences for the world. 

Concluding you couldn’t do anything fun in the car… safely, you looked out the window. Maybe you could play the alphabet game, or the license plate one. But then reality struck: You weren’t moving. How would you see anything different while stationary? 

You grunted, earning a huffed-out scoff from your friend.

Then it struck you, “I know!” You shouted suddenly, making her jump, seemingly easing her irritation, as she let out a soft laugh, taking a hand off the wheel. 

"Oh?" She quizzed, watching as you rolled down the window. There was a black-haired man, who couldn’t be much older than you—if not the same age. His head was resting on his palm, propped up by the frame of the door, while the other loosely gripped the steering wheel. 

He looked just as bored as you. 

“Hey!” You shouted, trying to gather his attention. It didn’t work, but you tried again despite the setback. He didn’t look—it must’ve been because his window was rolled up, and he probably had music playing, like a normal person in traffic did. However, you weren’t feeling particularly normal, debating on climbing out the window and knocking to get what you wanted. 

Nonetheless, you opted for waving your hands as if you were in distress. 

He did a double-take, giving a very, very, confused look. Holy shit. You stopped your hands abruptly, swearing that you didn’t mean to stare like you were. But he was just so… pretty. 

Pushing it aside as a residual effect of boredom, you pointed to get him to roll the window down. He hesitantly did, letting a small smile adorn his lips. To which you could’ve 100% blushed at. And maybe you did.

“Hi!” You greeted, and he furrowed his eyebrows, laughing softly. Maybe he didn’t understand what the Hell had to be wrong with you to start a conversation with a stranger… in the middle of traffic. 

“Hey,” 

“Do you want to play Rock, Paper, Scissors?” 

He pondered for a second, giving himself another small chuckle before looking out through the windshield. He must’ve realized you’d be stuck behind the never-ending pile-up for some time. As he looked back, making your heart almost jump out of your ribcage in anticipation. Then, he shrugged. 

Some build up. 

“Yeah, sure,” You watched as he rolled the window completely down, sticking his hands out in the iconic form, “why not?” 

“Oh my God!” You copied his mannerisms, “Yay!” Then, your eyes narrowed, “You say shoot, though, right?” 

“I’m not a psychopath,” He nodded, “Would that have been a deal breaker?”

 As if he couldn’t get any more perfect, you thought, the sundowning making his skin radiate an alluring presence. You wondered who he was, and if you’d ever get the chance to see him again after… you beat his ass in this children's game, that is. 

Maybe nothing would be a deal breaker. 

“Okay, rock,” Both your closed fists smacked against your opposite open palm, “paper, scissors… shoot!” 

The stranger was holding out a flat hand—paper—and you had yours in a sideways V shape—scissors—meaning you won the round. 

You cheered, pumping your fist into the air. 

His facade faded, and you began to see a little more of his personality. “You cheated!” 

Your hands flew to your chest, “Not me, I—”

He eyed you, remarking, “I don’t know how yet, but you did.” Then he put his hands into the ready position, making you huff and roll your eyes. Nonetheless, you played again, winning… again. 

You watched in amusement as he slumped into the driver's seat, “How are you this bad? Usually I'm the one who never wins.” 

But before he had a chance to reply, a look of disbelief at your audacity, traffic moved a little bit forward. You jumped at the sudden acceleration from your friend, arms shooting back into the car. 

You turned to her, “He’s cute,” She admitted. And you couldn’t exactly deny it—being taken aback when he first turned. His lips moved, but you swore you heard nothing, his face too loud. 

“Sucks that he’s literally terrible at a kids game though. I knew it was too good to be t—” 

She scoffed amusedly, “That’s rich coming from you, yn.” 

Your immediate reaction was to deadpan at the girl, all emotion draining from your once upturned features. 

“Hey!” You heard being voiced, your friend then pointing out the still open window. The car had come to a halt again, luckily it was still next to the handsome stranger. 

“Oh,” Your smile inevitably came back, “Hi… you?” 

“Beomgyu,” 

“Yn” 

“Well, yn, let’s play again. I won’t let you win this time.” He readied his hands after making sure the vehicles in front of him weren’t moving anymore. “And, do you think I could have your number?” 

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[overusedtoothbrush]

in my opinion everyone is far too heated abt the last of us (hbo) 🤦‍♀️🤷‍♀️

bruh everyone was all up in arms abt how live action adaptations are bad cus they are just a shot for shot recreation, but then a adaptation changes things and all of a sudden oh my god it’s terrible.

like yeah is it perfect and exactly how i want? no. but that’s probably because ive projected myself onto the game cus it means a lot to me. but i also know that change is good.

yeah yeah (one of) my favorite scene from the game (basement scene) is gone and ellie has had time since joel’s death to really kinda put shit in perspective (but like also she’s still not over it obvi, grief is a bitch) also ellie isn’t lowk evil to dina (which was one of my least favorite parts of the game and was a direct product of ellie not having enough time to process her grief)

this adaptation is a better look at how grief affects people, which is what the games original intention was but apparently everyone has no fucking media literacy anymore. ellie’s still mad and vengeful but she’s hiding it.

anyways stfu, if u don’t like it u don’t have to watch it

🤷‍♀️🤦‍♀️

[isabella-2025]

Loving you was complicated

Jey Uso x Ella (OC)

Plot: Ella is Sami's sister, and Jey loves her, but Sami does not approve. When Jey leaves the bloodline for good and comes to Ella will their love prosper or burn out?

A/N: This one is a little longer than normal I could not find a stopping point.

What do you guys think?

Should I do a part 2 let me know please?

The day is January 28 2023 and Ella is in the bloodline locker room with her brother Sami Zayn for the Royal Rumble. Roman is on one side of the room talking to Jimmy solo and Sami. Ella is sitting on the other side of the room and Jey comes up to talk to her. He looks at her and speaks

" Hey, you ready to watch us kill it tonight little red?"

Ella laughs and says, " Yeah I know you guys will kill it. "

" Damn right we will can I ask you something?" Jey says

" Yeah, sure anything." Ella says smiling

" Have you noticed anything about Sami he seems a little off." Jey says

" Yeah, he does i think it's just nerves though he should be okay when you guys get out there." Ella says

" I hope your right I just have a bad feeling. " Jey says nervously

Ella grabs his hand, gently brushes her thumb over his hand, looks him in the eyes and says, " Hey if something goes wrong, I know you are going to be the only person that has his back, right?"

Jeys heart skips a beat at Ella's gentle touch he looks her in the eyes and speaks

" Yeah, you know I will have his back for you."

Ella pats jeys hand pulls him into a gentle hug and speaks

" I know and thank you Jey you don't know how much that means."

Jey hugs her back kisses her forehead and speaks

" you're welcome don't mention it."

Roman calls Jey over to talk to him and the others and Sami comes over to you, sits down and speaks

" Sis, I need to ask you something and I need you to be honest."

" Okay go-ahead Bro" Ella says

" What was that with Jey do you have feelings for him." Sami says seriously

" Honestly yes Sami there is something there why?" Ella says

" No reason I need you to promise me something." Sami says dead serious.

" Okay anything, you are scaring me what's going on." Ella says

" Nothing is going on I just need you to promise me if something happens out there you want get involved with any of them especially jey." Sami says

" I don't understand why but I promise Bro." Ella says

Sami looks at Ella smiles and kisses her forehead, and Roman tells the bloodline it is time to go out there. Sami looks back at you and he looks conflicted. Jey looks back at you and he looks worried and anxious.

Ella had no idea her heart would be pulled in two different directions in a matter of minutes.

Ella had been inside the bloodline locker room watching the match and things were going well until they weren't. Kevin was handcuffed to the ropes and Roman had handed a steel chair to Sami and told him to prove his loyalty to the bloodline by betraying Kevin. At this very moment Ella had her hands over her mouth, and she was shaking with nerves. Ella watches as Sami hesitates to hit Kevin with the chair which angers Roman. Roman steps in front of Kevin and starts trash telling him. Ella watches in suspense as Sami picks up the chair, swings it and hits Roman in the back with it causing him to hit the mat. jimmy and Solo immediately attack Sami and hold him down for Roman to beat him some more. Ella notices that Jey hasn't touched Sami since the chair shot too Roman. Roman gets in Jeys face and screams at him to hit Sami and do what needs to be done. Jey's face is wrecked with pain and sorrow, and he walks out of the ring and up the ramp leaving Sami in the ring with the others.

A few minutes later Jey walks into the Bloodline locker room see's Ella falls at her feet and cries his heart out. Ella kneels down in front of him cups his face with her hands and speaks

" Shhhhh Jey hey it's okay talk to me what's going on."

" I I I Knew something like that was going to happen and I was too much of a coward to stop it." Jey says with a shaky voice.

" Okay but you didn't know exactly what was going to happen and you didn't hit Sami you left the ring." Ella says calmly

" I did what was right, but I feel like a horrible person because I walked out on my Family." Jey says

" You did what your heart told you to do not what Roman has instilled in you to do." Ella says

" I I have to tell you something." Jey whispers

" What is it" Ella says

" You're going to hate me because of what happened in the ring but I I L…" Jey starts to say but is interrupted by Jimmy storming in. Jimmy Glares at Jey and speaks

" What the hell was that Bro you turned your back on us, on the tribal chief."

" I don't give a Damn, Sami is my friend, (He points to Ella) I I lo…" Jey starts to say but is interrupted by Jimmy again.

" Sami is your friend he betrayed out family and don't get me started on that bitch." Jimmy yells as he steps closer to Ella.

" DONT CALL HER THAT." Jey yells getting up and standing in Jimmy's face.

" She probably knew he was going to do that and didn't tell you and you say you love her she is nothing but a lying bitch." Jimmy says

Before Ella can realize what is happening Jey punches Jimmy in the face knocking him to the ground. Jey looks at Ella and speaks

" I am so sorry Ella I just can't." He runs out of the room.

Seconds after Jey Leaves Sami hobbles into the locker room grabs Ella and puts her into an awaiting car which takes them to the hotel room.

Inside of their Hotel room Sami and Ella are silently sitting. Sami looks at Ella and speaks

" Ella, you know that promise you made me right?"

" Yeah, I remember." Ella whispers

" Tell me what I said." Sami tells her

" You said if anything happened not to go after any of them especially jey, Sami I." Ella starts to say but Sami cuts her off.

" no don't say it you care about him he left me alone what do you think he's going to do to you." Sami Yells.

" Sami, he didn't even touch you he could have but he did not." Ella says angrily

" I don't give a damn I'm your brother and you listen to me i forbid you from seeing him do you understand." Sami says

" Yeah, I understand." Ella says sadly.

The day is August 5th 2023. It had been 8 months since that night and Ella could not stop thinking about Jey no matter how hard she tried. She had vivid memories of when she would visit the bloodline, and Jey would always make sure she felt welcomed. Ella was on her hotel room watching summer slam and Jey was fighting Roman. The tension between them had been brewing ever since the Rumble. Ella watched as Jey was about to win when Jimmy turned on him and cost him the championship. Ella's heart broke for him, and she wished she could be there for him like she always was. Now those days are long gone noy because of Jey but because of her Promise to Sami. As summer slam ended Ella shut the TV off and a vivid memory flashed through her mind.

FLASHBACK Ella had grown close to the bloodline and was always there for them when they needed her, but Jey almost always got in trouble with the Tribal Chief. The USOS had just lost the tag titles to RKBRO and Jimmy had left in a fit of anger, but Jey had come to Ella who was sitting in the locker room. He sat down beside her but his head in his hands and spoke

" Why do I always Fuck something up.

Ella looked up at him and spoke

" You did not Fuck anything up Jey it was a team effort it's not all on you it's on Jimmy to."

" Roman doesn't see it that way he told me I was a failure, and I was never going to make it a singles star." Jey says sadly

" Hey, look at me Jey." Ella says seriously

Jey looks up at her tears in his eyes and speaks

" What."

" You are more than capable of thriving as a singles star and winning singles gold and you're not a failure you are one of the best damn wrestlers out there don't listen to that big headed bastard okay." Ella says looking him in the eyes

Jey looks down at her smiles, pulls her into a gentle hug and whispers.

" How do you always know what to say to me."

" I pay attention to you, and I just know." Ella says

Jey pulls away from the hug places a gentle kiss on Ella's forehead and says

" Thank you, now enough with the emotional shit lets go get something to eat can you guess where I want to go?"

Ella looks at Jey and they both say at the same time.

WAFFLE HOUSE.

Present time

She smiled at the memory and wished that for once she would do something for her and tell Jey how she felt but that day would never come. He Probably forgot about me Ella thinks.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK.

Ella is startled by a knock at the door she answers it and standing there in a black tank top, Black sweatpants, silver chain and tattoos shinning in all their glory was Jey USO. She speaks

" Hey, what are you doing here.

Jey looks at her and softly says

"I need to talk to you like old times please can I come in."

…

TO BE CONTINUED

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[missmargomuse616]

Margo also had the urge to argue with Cecilia but then doing so would cause a scene which she didn't want here not at her father's birthday or even around him. She honestly couldn't understand what her father saw in her and sure there were moments but the way she came across was rude and impassive. Tam also had bad vibes from her, her step brother was indifferent but played nice towards her. She could tell that luke didn't fall her charms as easily as other men has.

" yeah my father means well, it's just being around her I can't help but feel frustrated. It's one of the reasons I don't visit as much. On the day they got married, my ex broke up with me. Days before the wedding when I invited him. I was devastated but I attended the wedding without him anyway just to support my dad. Then Cecelia had the nerve tell me that I shouldn't have come alone, like it was somehow my fault." Margo tells him.

" either way im glad your having fun despite that unnecessary family drama. I appreciate you coming as my boyfriend. You are really good company." Margo said sincerely. Her mood perks up again as she takes the poppers from his hand. Although they weren't dating for real, she couldn't deny that she has a good time with luke. And maybe down the line if things went in that direction she wouldn't turn down the opportunity.

Once margo would lead luke towards the lunch table she wanted to make sure nobody would see her put the poppers where Cecilia would sit. This may have been silly and a bit childish but it would be funny just to see the look on her face. While everyone was still chatting she would easily slide the item on the chair. " hey whathca you doin?" Kayla ask out of nowhere, her little face ever curious. " kay honey, I was umm just being sneaky. Can you do me a favor and keep a secret right? I promise it will make you laugh."

Margo did feel a bit of tension between them and not only she was annoyed and had a certain animosity towards Cecilia but she could see that luke wasn't taking what she said likely either. She even felt guilty about how she came across but thankfully her father stepped in and tried to ease the tension.

The look that she gave back wasn't even a mask polite one as again she was glad that Joe lead her away before she would respond. She noticed others were headed to the lunch table getting ready to ear what was available. Kayla was still laughing and playing around until tam told her she had to sit and eat.

" yeah tam and Kay are amazing. I've been friends with tam ever since my first year of college. We been through everything together. And again I feel like I should apologize for what Cecilia said. It's one thing for her to make jabs at me but she had no right to make those remarks about you."

Margo couldn't help but grin back, suddenly feeling mischievously naughty as she saw his expression and takes out the pack of party poppers for her to see. " I gladly would." She responded as she took the item from his hand. She slowly loops her arm in his. " now let's go eat while I set the plan in motion." Margo said while giving him a wink.

[yonomori-rei]

Yeah, I'm a Brat…so?

Pairing: Beast!Dazai x Bratty!Reader (A/N: I swear I’m writing bratty reader whenever Beast Dazai’s involved…I suppose I want him to put me in my place, hehe) Genre: Romance, suggestive Content warning: guns, swearing, Dazai, mentions of death Synopsis: Meetings are boring. And even more so when your boss boyfriend isn’t paying attention to you. 

“Why don’t we spice up this meeting a little?”

He ignores your comment, staring straight ahead and nodding along to whatever nonsense one of the men were spewing. The meeting table has around 20 men surrounding it, with Chuuya on Dazai’s right, Atsushi on Dazai’s left, and you, his sweet girlfriend, perched on his lap. Only you aren’t acting sweet in this instance, no, you’re too bored to be anything but a brat.

And yet, he completely ignores you as if he’s not affected at all. Your scary boyfriend makes no move to put you in your place, and it makes you crave more. You want his rough touch, his condescending words, his dangerous glares. And you want it now. And you paired with boredom is a dangerous combo.

And it’s illogical to think he’s simply letting you do whatever, because every move Dazai makes…it’s calculated and always gets him the desired results. But you're this needy and unsatisfied because of him, so obviously you’re not going to think rationally. Because he knows ignoring you will make you try harder, make you behave more recklessly, and he knows messing with your brain will make every rule he has implemented fly out of your head.

But that just gives him a reason to punish you.

“Aah, Osamuuuuuuu, want you so bad,” you whine in his ear quietly, but still loud enough for Chuuya to freeze and cough whilst a blush made its way across his face, and for Atsushi to whip around and look at you with wide eyes. Dazai, however, merely squeezes your hip and replies with a small,

“Behave.”

You frown. Although the displeasure is evident in the mafia boss’s eyes, it is not what you wanted. No…you want him to use his power, and command everyone to leave, before taking you right there and then. But, of course, when did things ever go your way whenever Dazai was involved?

Carefully, you shift around, wriggling about until you’re facing him, your legs on either side, and your crotch right above his covered member. You’re thankful for the fact that you had decided to forgo wearing panties, preparing ahead for this very instance. Biting your lip, you delicately place your hands on his shoulders, and grind against him. Dazai tenses. Soon, you begin to hump against him, and you could feel the eyes of some of his men on you. Gritting his teeth in anger, Dazai roughly grabs hold of your hips, and snarls,

“Stop being a brat, (Y/N).”

Fluttering your eyelashes, you seductively ask,

“Yeah, I’m being a brat…so whatcha gonna do about it?”

You love the look of pure anger that he shoots at you, the way his brown eyes flash warningly as his tight grip continues to tighten, bordering on being painful.

“Trust me, (Y/N) you’re not going to like the consequences.”

Giggling, you dismiss his comment, and continue humping him. By now, his member has gotten hard, and the friction of the rough material of his jeans against your crotch forced a loud whine to slip out. The room fell silent, and you desperately wanted to hide, but you forced yourself to keep going, erotic sounds escaping your lips. After all, you are putting on a show.

“Out.”

You stopped, confused at the command. Never, not even once, no matter how angry he was, had Dazai ever told you to leave. No…wait, he isn’t looking at you, he’s looking at his subordinates. Oh…perhaps you got what you wanted after all.

“Get out! Get the fuck out before I kill all of you myself!”

You know you pushed too far - Dazai barely swears. He always appears calm and composed, so the whole room is smelling of fear, all of his subordinates too shocked to move. Dazai points his gun in the direction where most of the men were seated, and shoots blindly, not intending to kill, but rather to hurry them up. The men scramble to leave, and after shooting a disapproving look at both you and Dazai, Chuuya leaves too, muttering obscenities as he leads Atsushi out along with him.

Suddenly, you feel gravity change its course as Dazai dumps you unceremoniously on the table and hovers over you. His brown hair frames his face, eyes that are filled with promises of endless torture soak in the scene of you spread out on the table, skirt flipped up to reveal yourself to him fully.

His lips crash into yours, a clumsy kiss as he nibbles on your lower lip, teasing, much like you had teased him throughout this whole meeting. He groans softly, grinding into yours and swallowing your pitiful whimpers. Chuckling at your needy state, Dazai presses more soft kisses down from your mouth to your jaw before attacking your neck, a brief moment of softness as he mumbles against your neck,

“You're going to be the death of me…bella’. But I suppose I wouldn’t mind dying, if I'm sheathed in your heaven.”

Before you can express your disapproval at his morbid comment, his demeanour changes, turning into the cold boss you had grown to love. Smirking at you slyly, he whispers,

“Yeah, you’re a brat…so I'm going to punish you.”

[thatdesigirl17]

all i need is you I part three

series masterlist. masterlist.

a/n: sorry for the delay I've been really busy with my law endsems just two more papers to do and then I'll be done, so the next part will be up on the 14th, comment to get added to the taglist!

warnings: swearing, smoking, ig that's all

After they took their seats next to each other in the classroom, they started discussing their arrangement in hushed tones. ‘The rumours are true after all.’, a voice interrupted them as the desk behind them was no longer empty. The both of themturned to see the source of the voice, Mattheo, Theo’s best friend and dorm mate. ‘What rumours?’, Theo asked. Mattheos smirk widened, ‘Nott has a girl longer than a night for once, no offence, love.’ Y/N smiled at him awkwardly as Theo glared at his friend. ‘Don’t mind him, darling, he’s always like that.’, Enzo, another of Theo’s friends, chimed in, winking at Y/N, ‘Have to say, Nott, kind of offended that you didn’t tell us, we had to hear about it in the hall.’ ‘It all happened very fast, I was gonna tell you but then that motherfucker tested my patience’, Theodore answered. ‘Anyways, it’s good to meet you. I’m Enzo and this is Mattheo.’, Enzo introduced. ‘Hey, likewise. I’m Y/N.’, she smiled at both the boys. ‘So Nott, would you bring your girl to our hangout tonight? Get her to know your friends.’, Mattheo teased. ‘If she wants to.’,Theo smirked as the three guys looked expectantly at Y/N. ‘Oh yeah sure. I’ll be there.’, she smiled politely. The rest of the conversation was cut short as the professor entered. 

Theodore scribbled down something on a small parchment and slid it in Y/N’s direction. She read the note, which said: 

you can say no if you’re not comfortable, didn’t mean to put you on the spot there. 

She wrote down her reply: 

you didn’t and it’s not a big deal I’ll be there unless you have a problem. 

She passed it on as Theo’s hand brushed hers slightly. 

A problem? With you? Never, cara mia. You’re welcome to hang around with me anytime you want.

Y/N smiled and rolled her eyes, she turned to look at Theo who was smiling smugly and passed her a wink as soon as their eyes met. 

During all their classes, Theo and Y/N got to talk, getting to know each other better. They seemed to get along easily as if they’d known each other so closely for years. After their classes ended for the day, Theo walked Y/N to her commonroom. ‘You know you’re not a bad company to spend an entire day with.’, Y/N said. ‘I’ll get better with time, cara, this is just the beginning.’, he replied smugly. They stopped right in front of the door as Theo handed Y/N her books back, which he carried all day even after several protests. ‘Thank you, Theo.’, she smiled. ‘Anything for you, bella.’, Theo said, leaning in and pecking the corner of her lips. ‘I’ll meet you here right before dinner and after that, we can go and hang out with Mattheo and Enzo, okay?’, he asked to which she nodded. He turned around and walked back to the dungeons. 

True to his word, Theodore was standing leaning on one of the pillars when Y/N stepped out for dinner. They smiled at each other as Theo took her hand in his and started walking towards the Great Hall while she started a conversation, to which he listened intently.

After dinner, Theo along with Mattheo and Enzo led Y/N to their spot as they had phrased it. ‘Where are we even going?’, Y/N asked as they stepped into a hallway that was rarely used for classes. ‘Patience is a virtue, Y/L/N.’, Mattheo said, his voice laced with tease. ‘You’re the one to talk about virtues, Riddle.’, she scoffed as Enzo entered the conversation, putting his arm around her shoulder, ‘Relax darling, we’re almost there.’ 

Enzo quickly retrieved his hand from around her which made a confused Y/N glance at him. She saw Enzo look at Theo and put up his hands in surrender. She then turned to look at Theo was glaring at Enzo, his gaze softened as his eyes met hers. ‘Come on, up the stairs.’, he said in a low voice, guiding her with his hand resting on her lower back. 

When they reached up, Y/N took in the scenery before her. It was just like the astronomy tower barring the equipment that was kept for the classes. The view was even prettier than from the astronomy tower, it overlooked the lake followed by the forest in the distance. 

‘Welcome to our spot.’, Theo leaned and whispered in her ear, smirking. 

She turned around to see the three of them now standing around each other with cigarettes in their hands. ‘You guys come here every day, to smoke?’, she asked crossing her arms. ‘God don’t tell me you’re one of them who hates it and lectures other people about it.’, Enzo groaned. The three of them sat down on the floor. ‘No, not that. I mean I don’t get it why do it every day? Once in a while works just fine, at least for me.’, she explained. ‘You smoke?’, Mattheo asked like it was the most ridiculous thing he had ever heard. ‘Occasionally.’, she answered. He scoffed, holding out his hand with the cigarette in it, ‘Prove it.’

She scoffed as she walked towards the three of them, kneeling down and taking the cigarette from his hands before settling down between Theo’s legs, her back pressed to his chest. He instinctively wrapped his arm around her waist and lit up her cigarette. She inhaled the drug, the high spreading through her body as she exhaled the smoke, clouding around the four of them. ‘You’re not as good as I thought you were, Y/N. I’m impressed.’, Enzo praised, lighting up his own cigarette. Theo looked at Y/N, his dead eyes full of awe and pride as he observed all her moments. ‘You thought she was a good girl? Aren’t you aware of her reputation, mate?’, Mattheo huffed. Theo suddenly felt Y/N tense against him as he glared at Mattheo, ‘Riddle, I swear to god.’ ‘Sorry mate, truth’s the truth, right darling? Tell us, now that you’re a part of our little group.’, Mattheo teased smirking as he leaned slightly towards Y/N. ‘It’s alright, Theo.’, Y/N said, noticing that he was about to jump to her defence, ‘A part of your group, Riddle? If you guys include every girl that one of you gets I believe half of our year will be a part of your little group. Besides, those are rumours it’s all fake. I haven’t been with anyone, unlike you I believe in exclusivity and not jumping every living thing.’ ‘Damn.’, Enzo muttered, laughing. ‘Rumours?’, Mattheo asked, clearly confused. Y/N nodded and revealed to them the entire ordeal that had happened. ‘Those motherfuckers! Theo we need to teach them a lesson.’, Mattheo said, his voice tainted with anger. Y/N was surprised at the sudden change in Mattheo’s attitude towards her. ‘No, it’s my fight. Thank you but you guys don’t need to do anything.’, she explained, earning a whole lot of protests from the three guys. After a lot of convincing and retaliation, they decided to drop the topic for now as Mattheo changed the topic of the conversation, ‘By the way, darling? What did you say about us including every girl we get in our group? You’ll be happy to know you’re the first girl to be included in our group ever.’ ‘Now that can’t be true. You guys included me so easily. I bet you say to that to everyone you bring here.’, she laughed it off. ‘No, we’re serious. None of us brings our girls here unless we’re sure of the relationship lasting for some time. This is a first.’, Enzo smirked. Y/N let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding as she looked at Theo, who seemed to be avoiding her gaze but seemed to have the faintest flush on his cheeks that the moonlight made visible. She smiles to herself, ‘Well then, consider me honoured.’

As the night progressed, the four of them got caught up in conversation, the ice that existed between them melting faster every minute. The night breeze also started to sway as Y/N shivered slightly when a gush hit them. Theo quickly removed his cardigan and placed it on her shoulders. ‘You don’t have to do that. You’ll get cold.’, she protested. ‘It’s yours now, cara. I’ll be fine.’, he smiled, kissing her temple. ‘We should get going, it’s almost time for the prefects’ rounds.’, Enzo said, noticing the time. The rest of them agreed and split up as Theo walked Y/N back to her common room. 

‘So is it true?’, she asked playfully. ‘Is what true?’, he asked cockily. ‘Am I really the first girl you ever took there?’, she enquired. He sighed and nodded, scratching the back of his neck, ‘Had to make things believable, right?’ ‘Right.’, she said softly, the shift in her tone evident. They walked in silence till they reached the common room. Y/N began to take off his cardigan as he stopped her. ‘Keep it, looks better on you anyways.’, he smirked, before winking at her and stepping away to the dungeons. 

‘God Y/N did you smoke an entire pack by yourself tonight?’, Ivy, Y/N’s roommate said as she entered their shared dorm, her clothes now adorned with the smokey smell. ‘No, um, I was just with Theo.’, she mumbled and went towards the bathroom to change her clothes. ‘Ah, so it’s true then? You and Nott? Finally broke the ‘no slytherins’ rule?’, she said, taking a seat on her bed. Y/N hummed not knowing what to say, Ivy was her best friend, and she did not want to lie to her. ‘That’s all I get? I should be mad at you for not telling me anything about this earlier but I’m letting you off easy cause you’re my friend. The least you can do is tell me the details now.’, Ivy said with all the dramatics she could muster. Y/N chuckled and stepped out and laid down on her bed, ‘It just started, I didn’t have time to process it myself so how could I’ve told you.’ ‘Fair enough. Tell me now. How is Theodore Nott as a boyfriend?’, she said, her eyes sparkling as she turned towards Y/N. 

‘Theo is a very good boyfriend. He’s caring, watches out for me-‘, she started but was interrupted with Ivy saying, ‘Incredibly hot, good looking with a sexy accent…’ 

Y/N chuckled, ‘No complaints there.’ ‘The way you talk about him so dreamily, I’d say you like him a lot.’, she said, grinning at her best friend. Y/N felt flustered and warm, ‘I am dating him.’ ‘But I’ve never heard you talk about someone like that before.’, Ivy reasoned. ‘I don’t know, I’m just letting things unfold right now.’, Y/N said trying to change the topic. ‘Look at you getting defensive.’, Ivy smirked. ‘I hate that look, goodnight. That’s enough talking.’, Y/N chuckled, knowing that her best friend was ready to tease her. ‘Not so fast! You didn’t even tell me anything!’, she complained. ‘Goodnight.’, Y/N sing-songed as she turned away from her and pretended to sleep. She felt Ivy groan but finally went to sleep. 

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[skrunksthatwunk]

just finished nana!!! and. well. spoiler thoughts below the cut ig. ft me rambling for a looooong time

so when my friend introduced me to nana like three years ago she said the ending sucked but didn't really elaborate. knowing her, that could mean anything from "nanahachi wasn't canon" to "it's written badly" and anything inbetween, so i wasn't sure what to expect. anyway i think i understand why she felt that way now bc it's kind of a... non-ending? i wouldn't say it's bad, they just like. don't conclude most of the plot threads they'd been running with for the last 6-12 episodes. which is one way to deal with an indefinite manga hiatus ig.

i think the implication is that nana went off to do her solo career like yasu hoped, and that's why they don't see her? but like. are she and ren married? is she even still doing music? what's gonna happen with shin and reira? what's shin's family situation (in more detail)? what's misato's family situation anyway?? she's using a fake name we can't just ignore that??? we just don't get any answers to how most of these things go. im curious to know where exactly the manga leaves off and where the anime's story takes over. i wasn't sure until now, but my hunch is that the final episode (or maybe final two) are the only anime-original ones. it also seems like nightmare scenario #1 (hachi marries and stays married to takumi) came true unfortunately. (if anyone's curious nightmare #2 was her getting back with shoji. no he's not as bad as takumi but she can and should do better than his emotionally stunted nice guy ass). im honestly glad that we get to see nobu and hachi can like,, be around each other after however many years, and that takumi wasn't around for the festival. i think having to see them as a "happy" family would piss me off. im not forgiving him for his weird manipulative bullshit or him yelling at and insulting hachi etc etc he is disgusting!! and i hate him. he's weird and abusive and he should chew glass. that's all

i also dunno how to feel about some of those final threads anyway, finished or not. yasu being in love with nana was hinted at, but i kind of liked their dynamic staying platonic. yasu's defined by his devotion and dependability—nana doesn't really get special treatment in that, i don't think, so he doesn't need a reason like that to explain his behavior. and they didn't really do much with it anyway. it kind of seemed like they were teasing yasu and nana getting together near the end? like nana actually starting to reciprocate rather than just hachi suspecting stuff or even yasu pining. but the marriage proposal, and then just.. gah the story just ending like that really leaves everything on nana's end (the end we spent most of the last arc with) blank.

idk. i think satsuki's cute. the idea of hachi naming her kid sachiko was so funny to me like ??? no way. reclaiming it from the demon lord lol. any story where someone gets pregnant and has a kid that young kinda freaks me out tbh, but im glad they both seem happy. i really wish the reunion between the nanas for the first fireworks show was more impactful. they focused on hachi and nobu the whole time, even though the nanas haven't seen each other in actual months and also like 15 episodes?? and were desperate to see each other that whole time like that's so disappointing that it got shunted over for hachi/nobu resolution that didn't get the time to go anywhere. and i LIKE hachi and nobu as a pairing and as a point of dramatic focus i just think the nana show should end with the nanas especially since they were building it up for so long. but maybe they didn't wanna go against yazawa's vision or whatever and just avoided it entirely. blegh.

WARNING SELF INDULGENCE AHEAD idk if it'd be a narratively satisfying ending so feel free to roll your eyes at it, but my ideal sappy ending to this is nanahachi is real, takumi gets his ass DIVORCED, and nana buys hachi her house and supports her. it wouldn't be perfect, bc there'd still be that rock star schedule to contend with, but hachi wouldn't have to marry someone who treats her badly and who it doesn't really feel like she loves imo just to keep her baby and nana wouldn't have to feel like she needs to get hachi into a relationship with one of her friends to keep her around (which was an INSANE plot development and i love it tbh. like oh so she's a little freak huh). i think this ideally would happen over the course of a few years, so that the takumi divorce and ren and nana's breakup (i mean they're both unhappy with their relationship. marriage isn't gonna magically fix that) have time to happen and like. maybe nana'll be able to slide in as a step-parent after she's had some time with her career. agh i dunno maybe that's wrong. i don't think she's ready or willing to become a parent yet either, not only bc her job is super demanding but bc she wouldn't wanna be a parent without being able to devote a lot of time and attention to that kid (she'd take the responsibility very seriously and not wanna screw it up). would leaving everything to hachi really work for her? would she be able to accept it so long as satsuki has at least one parent who can dote on her? i honestly don't know. again, maybe when they're both older, and nana's fame dies down, they reconnect or smth. middle aged yuri. that way satsuki's gonna be a little less dependent on them both, and nana's role as stepmother wouldn't be quite so fraught for either. regardless i do think the ideal ending is hachi getting the support she needs to live without takumi (if not on her own), whether she remains a housewife like she wanted or goes to work (they were putting so much emphasis on her cooking skills—can you imagine her with a cute bakery or cafe or something? she'd go nuts!! so that's my ideal, though she'd probably wait until satsuki was in school). hm. maybe nana supporting her until she can stand on her own two feet? so it doesn't feel quite so much like she's keeping her as a pet. hachi needs some responsibility to grow (and she has, to some extent) but i don't think that should have to necessitate her marrying an abusive rich guy. she doesn't need that to be happy when she has other willing benefactors. and nana doesn't need to hold onto her that tightly—some sustained distance could help with her possessiveness/abandonment stuff, which she needs. and they were talking about finding hachi a job she can enjoy and be good at, and how much hachi likes customer service—i think having her own restaurant could be really good for her. maybe nana's an investor or something. idk. point is they should (in my ideal scenario) be able to grow as people AND realize their dreams (or a slightly modified form of them) without needing to give anything crucial up (nana giving up her career and hachi giving up on romantic fulfillment, respectively). and preferably they should have hot sloppy gay sex at some point in there too bc i think they want it. and also for my sake

i don't normally do the whole "how i'd end this series" thing (much less change it to make it happier bc i do think upsetting stories are valuable and engaging) but with nana it feels a little more right bc again it's so.. unfinished. it's hard to tell whether it'd go for a "the reality of your dreams is always going to be bitter" tragic ending or if it'd pivot with time into something happier. i just don't know. for yuri purposes im gonna daydream about the happy ending but let it be known i do think nanahachi unfulfillment and remembrance as a sort of "if i had known how i felt back then we could have had something and/or i'll wait for you forever" (which. ig we kinda got the latter) is a juicy ending (and also more what i expected from the show).

aghh i just didn't think they'd spend so much time apart onscreen and then it just ends with them like that. it's such a weird thing narratively like they are THE two core characters THE core relationship and the last time we see them speak (and the first time in a dozen episodes and like two in-canon months) nobu's the center of attention!!!! again i like nobu it's not like i wasn't interested but that's the last episode!!!!! that's the last episode you're holding!!!!!! bwah. i think that might be what bothers me the most. we know throughout basically the whole show that at some point they can't reach each other anymore and are stuck with the memories but god i didn't think it'd happen in such a like.. underwhelming and real way lol. just ppl genuinely drifting apart. and in a way that is still valuable but i feel like the execution is just not quite there for me, in this story. but again i JUST finished it so maybe after my thoughts percolate a bit i'll see the beauty in it. yeah 👍

what else. oh i will be real i was rooting for hachi to get an abortion for a bit there. like girl you are NOT ready you are TWENTY. i ended up liking it overall, but it's kind of bittersweet for me. i think i tend to dislike stories that view pregnancy/motherhood as a loss of innocence moment. like,, to me it kind of frames ppl who can get pregnant as children UNTIL they get pregnant—as well as children as this sort of tragic burden—and i think there's a lot of ways and reasons hachi could mature without this. and i do think her maturing is like,, perhaps THE key arc for her, but doing it like this almost feels like a copout bc we just expect (from a million stories before this) that motherhood wises you up somehow, completely rewires all your priorities and sensibilities and your whole existence towards keeping that baby alive. im sure it is that way for some people, but irt fiction it feels like characters often lose themselves in their becoming mothers. it's like them dying—they enter this kind of end stage that removes them from their old selves and makes them unreachable by other motivations. they fall asleep. and obviously we saw a lot of hachi during her pregnancy and she's not Just thinking about the baby the whole time—and her beginning to want and love and prioritize the fetus isn't like. a bad writing choice. it just feels like that sleep state's kind of where we ended up BECAUSE she stays with mr babytrapper and we don't get to see the full consequences of that choice. parenthood is often beautiful and precious i just don't like "pregnancy stories" a lot of the time for these reasons. if any of you have seen waitress i feel like that's a good example of like.. the kind of pregnancy narrative i find unsatisfying. like so much of the conflict was interesting and bittersweet and harrowing and then after all that anguish and inner turmoil she has her baby and suddenly she wants to be a mother and she can stand up to her abusive husband and follow her dreams and everything's perfect because the strength of a mother conquers all, including overriding every personal flaw and fear and opinion you once had. it just feels kind of gross and bioessentialist to me. like you have no choice but to love your kid once you have it, so you should just have it anyway, because it's in your nature. nana (the show) resisted that in its depiction of absent mothers, and i think hachi is the kind of character to get too sentimental about a fetus to abort it regardless of the consequences, the choice just made me a bit worried about the theming throughout. anyway to state my feelings more clearly i think i ended up liking the pregnancy arc it just ended up feeling kinda unfortunate bc like. hachi DID get babytrapped and then just stayed there, and we're supposed to be happy for her bc at least she had the baby?? at least it feels like we're supposed to view it as an okay thing, if not a good thing.

hachi settling for a relationship that is that shitty feels wrong to me as well. yes her expectations in the beginning are too high—of perfect earth-shattering love from a flawless prince, etc etc. but her wanting to be genuinely loved and treated well is like NOT a big ask tbh?? it's not a fantasy she needs to wake up from at all. it feels like her maturation arc concludes with "love is unattainable so settle for tepid comfort" rather than her growing into someone who can engage with a partner in a more healthy way. and again if the tone was more obviously bittersweet on that front i think it wouldn't bother me so much but that final episode really does feel like we're supposed to accept her happiness as genuine and good enough for her, this as her happy ending. like somewhere along the line it felt like they stopped viewing takumi as abusive and shitty and kind of just.. slid into treating their relationship as normal? in a way that makes me doubt my reading of it as intentionally abusive and unsatisfying in the first place. like wasn't the point going to be that this sucked for hachi? were they not on track for a divorce?? she just suffers and the story goes "yeah but it's fine" like girl get OUT of there!!!! maybe all the stuff about nonconfrontation and easy ways out was about this too, but it doesn't feel like they tied it back to her relationship with takumi in any way, so i don't know if that's a stretch or not. AGAIN. a lot of this is about it not having a proper conclusion to like 8 story threads but im just trying to reconcile something i can't know—what they WOULD have done or were trying to do and how i would feel about that. and that's something im wrestling with bc im trying to figure out the themes. like what story is nana trying to tell? that's important for analysis of it. im worried im being too childish expecting clear tragic/happy endings or whatever but knowing what a text views as upsetting or ideal is pretty important to gauging whether characters' arcs were successful or regressive or something else entirely. i feel unmoored a little in ways that don't feel in line with the story up until now and im not even sure how intentional that is. much to chew on.

do i still think hachi's a lesbian with real bad comphet? no idea. i am starting to lean more towards a bi4bi nanahachi reading bc her thing with nobu felt a lot more real than anything else she had. hachi still has crazy comphet to me though. you don't want a man you want to be seen as valuable by guys, you don't want a husband you want a wedding and a dress, etc etc. maybe the true good ending is nana/hachi/ren/nobu polycule. "im nobu and this is my gf hachi and her gf nana and her bf ren" style.

what else. uhh them getting a stereotypical queen manager was kind of funny. homophobia moment. i kind of like that shoji never completely disappeared from the story. he mostly just showed up occasionally to get dunked on and i respect that. i also don't mind the closure/end conversation he and hachi had, but it did revive my nightmare scenario #2 fears lol. i liked shin more with time. i still think yasu's great. uhh i thought it was interesting that reira and shin felt like possibly the most normal relationship in the end despite the whole shin being 15 thing (not good obviously i just kept forgetting she wasn't also a teenager? anyway reira you bastard). nana being canonically into choking was fun too. oh man we never found out what her job was did we. like early on when hachi thinks she's a dominatrix? i kinda wanna know now. also thank you hachi, sapphic puppygirl icon. you Cannot take that hc from me i know that mf wags

yeah that's about all for now. :p 👍 im sure i'll draw them when midterms are over

[the-caged-jester]

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There are 2 people I really want to ask if they’d

but crippling anxiety won’t let us

[skitskatdacat63]

Hey, do you remember that really homoerotic scene from Skyfall? No? That's okay, here's a Vettonso version of it :)

- explanation & w/o text:

Hi hello, finally my weird psychosexual relationship with Casino Royale has come to fruition. Yeah this is directly based off a scene from Skyfall, but I def envision the vibe as being more like Casino Royale hehe. I can't believe I made that inspo board for this AU almost 4 weeks ago, and then ended up drawing a four panel "comic" about it. Ahhhh proud of myself, a bit, a tad. I think this took 20+ hours across the span of a week? God. Anyways I digress! The AU!!

First of all, their Bond song would be "My Way of Life" by Frank Sinatra. It's so toxic, codependent and obsessive, I'm in love with it. And it really suits Fernando and his motivations and outlook in this AU. Basically, MI6(in the context of James Bond) in this AU is an analog for Ferrari. It picks theses guys up, tells them that they're Ferrari MI6's most special boy, chews them up, and then spits them out when they're finished extracting all their talent and skill and life force.

Much like with Ferrari, Seb in this AU replaces Fernando after Fernando loses favor and becomes undesirable. Now Seb is the new golden boy, and Fernando has turned to a life of crime! Fernando resents Seb for this of course, but also becomes obsessed with him and the idea of him , and how they are connected. It's weird to watch someone else basically go down your exact same path and unknowingly make all the same mistakes(buying into the mysticism of it all too much, being overly cocky, having naive beliefs and goals, etc.) He is caught between wanting to doom Seb even more but also wanting to "save" him, by corrupting him and convincing him to work together.

Basically: He's both a Bond girl and Bond villain.

Fernando is in such a weird place in this AU. I think he's just very dramatic. Seb is just casually living his best 007(005?) life, and Nando is watching him with binoculars, whispering to himself: "DOESN'T HE UNDERSTAND THAT WE ARE NARRATIVE FOILS!?" Yeah he hates Seb, but like the song lyrics say, their lives and dreams are inherently tied up together. He would feel lost without Seb, because Seb basically, unknowingly, destroyed and then took over his life. Maybe he'll feel satisifed if he manipulates Seb into going down the exact same path a bit better.

About the drawings themselves. Still can't believe this scene is a real thing that actually happened, insane to me. But in this AU, after the events of these drawings, Fernando definitely kicked all his henchman out of the room, and fucked Seb in the chair. And then against the wall. And then on the floor. Hey man, Seb is already looking mighty delicious with his unbuttoned attire and being tied up.

I think the general plot would be that Fernando keeps trying to seduce him to the dark side, and Seb keeps making him think it worked, only to escape at the end of the encounter. Leading Fernando to just come up with increasingly more violent and kinky traps. Seb goes along with it(read: enjoys it), leaving Fernando satisifed, only to somehow escape and wink and make kissy faces at Fernando in the process. (Fernando smoking cigarette in bed: "How do I make him stay. Sigh.")

I like to think though that Fernando does win in the end, by realizing, ah wait shit I do need to actually explain my motivations to Seb. And Seb is so worn down by his job, not Fernando, and how he's being treated, that he listens, really actually listens, and realizes Fernando does really have valid reasons. And then they become evil crime husbands yayyyy. Wow you thought this was a espionage AU? Well it is, but just not the outcome you'd expect.

[swan2swan]

Every live-action Star Wars show when it comes time to stick the landing: