#saw it in a book (puddin')

[elfqueen006]

What You Can't Have (1/?)

Sunny Day Jack x "Puddin" x Shaun

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A self insert I been dwelling on and only thought now was the best time to write during my cold.

This is just something I'm doing for fun.

“Good morning!”

I freeze when he greets me. He smiles at me and everything goes haywire. My insides turn to jelly. My skin burns. And it becomes hard to breathe. Still I give him a curt nod and smile before continuing to the living room.

“Aren’t you gonna have breakfast?”

Right. I’ve been trying to ignore the savory scent of melted butter and salted pork coming from the kitchen. But now that he’s openly acknowledged it I can’t just turn it away. It’d be rude considering he went through the trouble to cook anyway. I give a brief mhm and hurry to the dishware but he insists on fixing me a plate. He’s really hard to avoid when he’s so nice.

I’m practically drooling as I take my first bite of the golden pancakes, the ends perfectly crusted and crunching softly in my mouth. Sunny Day Jack sits across from me. Head rested in his hands as he smiled warm and adoring. I can’t help the upward twitch of my lips when I glance up. He’s just so infectious. Still, I try to hurry and eat. If Shaun saw me I’d never hear the end of it…

Creek. Speak of the devil.

Shaun sees me first and yawns, “Morning.” Then he sees the plate. And then Jack. He casts a long stare at the latter.

“Who… made breakfast?” Shaun asked.

“I did!” Jack chirped, his sweet smile now tighter than before, “Would you like some?”

“I think I’ll pass.” Shaun replied bluntly. I glance between my two roommates, watching for any sudden movements or change in expression.

“I-It’s really good.” I mutter, trying to alleviate the mood.

Shaun walks past me and pinches my stomach fat, “I can see that, puddin’.”

I frown and swat his hands away. He never let me live down that stupid nickname since he’d read it in a convo with my mom via text. Since then he used it more in his vocabulary than the ABCs.

Jack watches him silently as he heads into the kitchen and fixes himself some coffee. He glances over to me and sips his beverage for a painstakingly long time.

Jack spoke up, “You might as well get yourself a plate, caffeine if practically all you have in the mornings.”

Shaun shook his head. “Got a meeting today. Olivia wants me there as soon as I can be.”

Jack’s brow twitches at the mention of her name, “Olivia?”

Shaun says nothing, heading back to his room presumably to get dressed. I swallow my last chunk of food, fork tapping against an empty plate. “He must really be in a hurry.” I said.

“Olivia works him too much…” Jack replied, taking his own sip of coffee in a mug. For those wondering, Olivia was Shaun’s agent. She booked him meetings, forwarded his pitches and scripts to very important people in the movie business and sat in on all his calls and overlooked his contracts. I didn’t know much about her but presumably they were very close before then. They shared the same fashion sense and interests so it’d make sense…

From the looks of it she cared a lot about Shaun, so she pushed him harder. Jack didn’t seem to like that.

“I-I should get going too.” I said, standing up. I nearly fell off my chair trying to get away from the table. Once I’m dressed for work I make a beeline toward the door, where funny enough Shaun was waiting. He was dressed in a turtleneck sweater and dark trousers with dress shoes. His locks were wrapped up in a high ball. His eyeliner and eyeshadow were more prominent, though skillfully applied.

Jack followed behind me and smiled at the two of us. “You both look great!” He said, “I could accompany one of you to work if you’d like!”

“We’re fine,” Shaun said, still giving him a stony look. He turns to leave and immediately I follow his lead like I’m some kind of lackey. It’s slightly pathetic of me, but Shaun wasn’t a guy to keep waiting when on the clock. I cast a glance at Jack’s somber face as we left. I didn’t even get to thank him for the breakfast.

I wish it didn’t have to be like this.

It was three months ago. Summer had reached its end.

I visited a local thrift shop around the corner from my apartment. I wasn't there to buy clothes or anything… I had that much dignity! But they often held the coolest antiques and trinkets you couldn't find anywhere else. When I got to the checkout stand the cashier that rang me ended up tossing something into my bag. She hadn't even charged me for it.

I guess I should've caught that something was off then, but I paid no mind and went on my way.

When I got home I finally got a good look at the tape. It black and had the words '84 Incident written on it in dark red scrawl.

There was definitely something shady about this tape. I should've gotten rid of it then, but the first thing that came to mind was how much I thought Shaun would've liked something like this. It could easily be used as a prop in one of his horror projects. And I was already holding on to something of his before he moved in. I decided to hold off on it…

October soon came, along with my new roommate. We exchanged our pleasantries and got him settled in until finally I showed him the tape. It hadn't warranted the exact reaction I was hoping for. He said the aura around the tape wasn't right… I knew the situation was dire now. Shaun was a witch. Or … I think the proper term is Wiccan? Whatever the case, he knew a lot more about this spiritual stuff than I did. And he decided to sit in with me while we watched the tape.

Apparently after a minute or so, we both blacked out. And then Jack was there. I remember that day vividly, because as soon as my friend laid eyes on Jack he screamed like a madman and left the apartment.

I didn't see him for a few days after that. I got more acquainted with Jack within that time. But that proved to be a mistake by the time Shaun returned.

"Is it still here?" He'd said. Shaun's eyes were bloodshot and baggy, likely from a lack of sleep. I confirmed that yes, Jack was still there, and Shaun steeled himself for any further interactions that occurred between him and what he deemed "The Spectre".

[olympain]

Schmigadoon! Stage Adaptation Will Make World Premiere at Kennedy Center

Apple TV+'s Emmy-winning musical theatre series Schmigadoon! is headed to the stage. Featuring a book, music, and lyrics by series creator Cinco Paul, the work will get a world premiere staging at Washington, D.C.'s Kennedy Center in 2025, with performances running January 31-February 9 in the Eisenhower Theater. Christopher Gattelli, who choreographed both seasons of the series, will direct and choreograph the stage musical. Press notes indicate the musical will follow the plot of the show's first season, which saw a couple, struggling to save their relationship, who suddenly find themselves in Schmigadoon, a magical world populated with characters, plots, songs, and dance numbers inspired by Golden Age musicals like Oklahoma!, The Music Man, and Carousel. Press notes indicate audiences can expect to hear Paul's songs from the series—including the Emmy-winning "Corn Puddin'," plus new tunes. The production is being presented by special arrangement with Lorne Michaels' Broadway Video, which produced the series.

[waterfall-ambience]

assorted strawberry shortcake headcanons where i imagine them as chronically online, gen z ish young adults, but the information i'm drawing on is from the wiki, my mother's interpretations of the characters, and my vague recollection of the cartoons and playing with my mother's dolls

strawberry shortcake runs a baking-focused social media account and is the proud owner of several dozen pinterest boards with an ungodly amount of pins. she crochets her own clothes and liked the lirika matoshi strawberry dress before it was cool (she cannot afford it and would not have a good opportunity to wear it, but she dreams nevertheless). she plays minecraft with all the mizuno 16 packs. actually goes outside.

blueberry muffin is a book smart 'honors student' type, and is well-versed in classic literature. she also stays up way too late on ao3. she got onto the internet when she was way too young and was the type to very innocently warn her friends not to search up whatever horrors she saw (only for them to search up the horrors). she's spent way too much money on gacha games, but she tends to her garden to 'touch grass' and balance that out. she also thinks about stealing her neighbour's fruit, but don't tell anyone about that.

orange blossom got into art because she was super obsessed with minecraft animations as a kid and learned how to draw in the hopes of becoming an animator one day. she holds very strong opinions about bevelled minecraft character rigs, and is mildly tired of people irl constantly referring to her art as 'anime'. she travelled around europe in her early childhood but remembers absolutely nothing of it (this makes her so sad. she wants to go back one day to appreciate the art museums and architecture). she taught strawberry how to crochet and is a huge fan of sustainable fashion. she dabbles in pottery.

angel cake comes across as a rather straight-laced and sensible young lady- she sleeps at a reasonable time, does yoga, balances her duties and social life, stays hydrated, and performs well academically (she likes math). however she is hopelessly addicted to online drama. she doesn't necessarily participate unless she's feeling particularly spicy, and while her heart is in the right place, she is often overcome with the very human desire to Dunk. she follows the conversation intensely and knows all the who-did-whats and who-you-should-avoids.

plum puddin is genderfluid (she/they/he) and a biochem/genetics/microbio stem girlie. she's mildly snarky and 100% down to play the part of the mad scientist with wildly flexible morals. she likes to dance and watch video essays about queer sociology and feminist theory. they're online friends with tn honey but when they talk about her irl they refer to her as their 'overseas colleague'. they taught blueberry how pirate stuff off the internet when they were younger and she used that power to make anime amvs. he could probably stand to pop a multivitamin.

lemon meringue is a mildly successful fashion blogger who uses her platform for political activism- queer rights, climate justice, decolonisation, etc. most of her clothes are thrifted or handmade and she is disgusted at quite a few of her private school peers who buy things from shein. she's dating her childhood friend raspberry torte and has the privilege of being passenger princess when she misses her train.

rapid fire headcanons go: lime chiffon is plays a lot of video games and is addicted to monster energy drinks. she's an absolute beast at rhythm games like taiko no tatsujin, project sekai, and ddr, as well as claw machines. between lemon and raspberry, lemon is more outwardly sweet and raspberry is a can come across as a little unfriendly at times, but lemon is the one who holds grudges while raspberry is more forgiving. huckleberry pie is trans and did taekwondo alongside raspberry and strawberry for a couple years. apple dumplin is in elementary school and is a big fan of a series of unfortunate events (blueberry is so proud), but has only read the ones the library had available. purple pieman and sour grapes bully eight year olds in minecraft in their spare time.

[raineydays411]

So warm and tender

Tony Stark x Daughter!reader

A/n: Hello! finally the last part of Ember. I hope you guys like it and sorry for making y’all wait so long for the confrontation lol)

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Y/n’s POV

“Aunt Pam?!” you say in shock as you stop struggling against the vine wrapped around your body.

“Y/n, is it really you?” your aunt said as the vine loosened its grip and gently lowered you on the ground. “ Where have you been? Everyone has been going crazy looking for you”

You don’t answer as you look at your aunt. You didn’t realise you missed her as much as you did but now all you want to do is throw yourself in her arms. So you did.Pam, sensing you needed comfort rather than an interrogation, wrapped her arms around you. “I missed so much my Petal.” 

With those five words, all the hurt and pain you bottled up came out. and you cried.

As you cried, your aunt looked at the girl she hasn’t seen in eight years, and wondered what she’s been going through and if she did the right thing by giving you to your father all those years ago.

“Petal, I think you need to explain what’s going on”

You look up and sniff, “ Yeah, i think an explanation is well in order.” and you tell her everything. From the years of being ignored by your father, your last argument, the two weeks you spent in captivity, and your new powers. 

“ And that’s when I found you.” You finish looking at the grim faces of Pam and the other woman, who now that you think about it looks really familiar. 

“Oh, you poor puddin’!” you found your face being squished between two ands and then you were comically pressed against a body in a tight hug. 

“Don’tcha worry bout a thing, me and Pammy will take care of everything, you just sit here and---”  This seems familiar...

“ Harley, I don’t think she can breathe.” “Oh right, now you remember, it the blonde woman who used to sneak into the apartment”. You think to yourself as you struggle to get loose from her grip. You hear someone snicker and see Danny looking at the commotion. 

“ Shut up Danny, where have you been?” You say, forgetting that you’re the only one who can see him. 

“Exploring, do you thing she could hug me like that too?” 

“ If you weren’t already dead, I’m sure they would kill you for that comment”

Pam and Harley look at each other in concern as it seems like you’re talking to yourself. 

“ Hey kid, if you’re gonna talk to yourself, try an’ do it when other people can’t see you, like me.”  The blonde says as if someone talking to themselves was a daily occurrence for her.  You explain that with your powers, you were basically dead and can speak and see other dead people. Hearing that, Pam’s expression darkened

“He let you die?” she said in a grim tone. All the vines and plants in the room started whipping around angrily as if they were looking for the person who wronged you. It was then when you realized it wasn’t your Auntie Pam who taught you how to plant petunias you were looking at, this was Poison Ivy. 

“ Men, you can never trust em’. Well, whadda say little flower, ya up for a little premeditated murder?” and that was the infamous Harley Quinn. 

“ It would’ve been nice to know that you’re related to scary criminals y/n....” Danny said in a fearful voice. And if you were being honest you just found out that your aunt Pam was also the Poison Ivy but to be fair you haven’t seen her since you were like eight. 

“I don’t want to kill him” you finally say. “ I don’t want anything to do with him. Nor his precious Spiderling.” The plants calm down as Ivy calmed down and was your aunt Pam again. “ What do you want to do?” she asks.

You think to yourself and say,” I want him to know how he made me feel, and then I want to stay with you.”  Your aunt and Harley froze when you said that. 

“Petal, there is nothing I want more than for you to stay with me again,” She started, “ But it isn’t safe for you to stay.” Your eyes started to water

“But I-I have powers now, I can defend myself! I won’t be any trouble, it’ll be like I’m not even here” At this point, anything was better than going back to being invisible. “Please...I don’t want to go back...” 

Hearing the desperation in your voice broke Pams, Harleys, and Danny's heart. Pam because this was the daughter of her closest friend. She vowed to protect you from anything the day you came to her after losing your mother. Seeing you like this just reminded her how she, in her mind, has failed you. Seeing you so desperate to get away from the man who broke your heart reminded Harley of herself. The nights she would sneak into the tiny apartment you shared with Pammy, in hopes of escape only to get drawn back with empty promises. So yeah, she had a small soft spot for you. And Danny, you were the only person who saw him after months of being invisible. He felt like he needed to help you in your mission to get your father regret ignoring you.

“Hey Pammy...maybe we should call him...” Harley started to suggest. 

“NO, I’d rather drink weed killer than go to that...orphan collector for help.” the red head spat. “ No. We’ll figure it out but she can stay here for now.”

Hearing that you had a place to call home now, gave you the motivation to go and confront your father. Not only for ignoring you, but for leaving you in that..cell for two weeks. He didn’t even attempt to look for you as far as you knew. You’d have thought at least one of the other Avengers would have came to save you. But no one came. After all those years, no one came.

“Y/n.. your eyes” Danny whispered, his cold hand touching your arm snapped you out of your mind. The neon glow of your eyes faded to your normal e/c. 

“ Aunt Pam, Harley is there any way you guys can get me to New York and back?” You ask, finally ready to confront your father. 

“ Well....” Harley say as with a smirk

~~~~~~~~~one terrifying ride on a stolen batplane later~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Upon arriving to New York you made Pam and Harley wait a few blocks away from the tower, as you really didn’t want the Avengers to find out your aunt was a wanted criminal. You “went ghost” as Danny like to call it and snuck into the Tower with ease. You then snuck into your room, seeing everything covered in a layer of dust as no one has been in there for over two weeks. You packed a bag and filled it with some clothes, books and a picture of you and your mother. You took that bag and walked to the door, looking around at the room that was both you prison and safe space. It was decorated with multiple trophies, medals, and ribbons all from the multiple sports and clubs you joined to impress your father. Not like that ever happened. Danny wander around looking at the multiple teams photos you had hung up.

“ You’re a volleyball girl?” he said, “ Huh. I’d never have had guessed.” 

You rolled your eyes as you finished packing. “ Hey I have a job for you.” you say turning to him. “ I need you to go to the control room and turn off the power for thirty minutes. Then turn it back on and come find me in the common room.”

“ Yes ma’am” Danny says, saluting and disappearing through the wall before he comes back. “Ummm, wheres the control room?” 

You roll your eyes and explain how to get to the control room and wait. When the lights go out and you’ll make your move. Your father would have to pass through the common room to get to the control room from his lab, which you assume he’ll be. There you’ll be waiting for him. 

The lights go out. It’s showtime.

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Tony's POV

The team spent three more days searching for you. They followed every lead and half of the team even flew out to the building that collapsed an hour ago. Tony, Steve, and Natasha stood behind to look at more clues. It was a little past midnight, and both Steve and Natasha went to bed leaving Tony to tinker in his lab. Tony was making improvements to a certain spider suit as he thought about what his daughter said to him before she went missing.

“Sir, there seems to be someone in Y/--” FRIDAY started to say when the power cut out.

“FRIDAY??” Tony questioned as he walked out to check the control room, making sure to get his nano bracelet just incase. As he walked down the hallway he thought about waking up Steve and if he was brave enough to wake Natasha when he heard it.

“Hi daddy.”

Tony stopped dead in his tracks as he looked up in disbelief. The lights turned back on to reveal his daughter. Wearing a black halter top, spandex leggings, grey boots with elbow length gloves. She looked skinny, as if she hadn’t had a proper meal in the weeks she was gone. And for some reason the air was cold in the room. But there she stood.

‘Y/n” Tony said breathlessly. 

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Y/n pov

As you wait for Tony to walk in,you look around the common room and reminisce. You think about the time when you first moved in, and you got lost trying to find the bathroom and accidently walked into Natashas room. YOu thought she was going to kill you but ended up walking you to the restroom and back to your room. Or when you made the volleyball team way back in eighth grade, and you ran home to tell your dad but ended up telling the whole team, who were rarely all together, and they all took you out to get ice cream, minus Tony. You had to admit, even though your dad didn’t pay attention to you, Nat and Steve did. As well as the whole team, but those two really became the parental figures in your life. That’s why it hurt when not even they came for you. Even they had forgotten you.

“Hi daddy” you said in a mocking voice. Your father stopped dead in his tracks, as he looked you over in disbelief.

“Y/n”, he said in a breathless voice. 

“Oh, you remember my name?” You say in an sarcastic tone. “ Didn’t seem like you did when you left me in a hydra cell for two weeks.” 

Hearing that you were a prisoner of Hydra made Tony’s blood freeze. 

“Hydra? Oh Y/N are you okay? What did they do to you?” He asked frantically as he walk towards you with the intent of checking if you were injured. You jerk away from him, avoiding his touch and say

“ Oh, I’m wonderful. Just so fucking fantastic. I was just experimented on and injected with various liquids that caused excruciating pain. No big deal” 

“ Y/n..we spent days trying to look for you. Me and the team--”

“You and the team what Tony? I was there for two weeks. TWO WEEKS I WAS POKED AND PRODDED. I THOUGHT I WAS GOING TO DIE.” You scream, anger filling your heart as you remember the agony you went through. You think about the scratches on the wall of the cells, the taunts from the guards, and screams of the undead.

“ You have no idea what I went through. What I’m going through.” You say, feeling your body grow colder as you lose control and start to shift. “ You don’t care about me. If I were Parker, you would have saved mem within SECONDS.”

“That's not true. Y/N you have no idea how much I love you.” Tony tries to say. He’s filled with the need to tell you everything he didn’t tell you before. “I know I haven’t always been the best father. Trust me I know that now. But if you give me a chance, I want to make everything right. Please.” 

You didn’t think it would go like this. In fact you were not at all prepared for Tony to say this. You expected to walk in on him continuing his life as normal, tinkering in his lab and such. You had always yearned to hear him say those words to you. But now, they just fill you with anger.

“You think you could just tell me what I want to hear and what? I’ll just act like nothing happened?? I know you’re not that stupid.” You spit, the room growing colder as you get angrier. “ It’s too late for all that Tony. I’m not the same girl i was two weeks ago.i won;t take it any longer.” 

“Y/n..your eyes” Tony says as he slowly starts to put his gauntlet bracelet on, realising that you are becoming a threat. 

“ Oh do you like them?”, You ask “ This is what happened when they injected me. I can also do this.” You shift, shades of blue taking over brown skin. Tony stared at you in awe and a bit of fear. 

“ Y/n this isn’t you. I know you’re angry but--” “ Isn’t me?” You interrupt.” You don’t know me. You don’t know what I’m like. And even if you did the old me died in that cell. Literally I died” You and Tony stared at each other. and that's when you heard the doors open. Two sets of footsteps started rushing to the commotion. 

“Y/N some red head and beefy blonde are on their way” You hear Danny say as you realize you had to wrap it up. If anyone can convince you to stay, it’s Steve and Nat.

“ It doesn’t matter anymore Tony.” you say as you start walking to the window. “ I can’t stay here anymore. There’s nothing for me. You win. Peter can be the child you always wanted cause from now on, consider me dead.” and with that, you phase threw the window and let yourself fall, knowing that you won’t actually fall as you can fly. 

Tony freaks out and calls for his suit, only to see a blue blur shoot up and across the sky. Then he just sits there and stares. The footsteps reach the common room and he hears someone ask 

“ Stark..what was all the yelling. What's going on?” 

“she's gone” He says, and that's when he truly realizes his mistake. He became what he never wanted to become. He became his father. And now you were gone.

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[annadier]

Domniţă {Part 3}

Summary: The Winter Soldier was hired to protect you, guard you, risk his life for you. You are important. Your family is important. You become intrigued by the blue-eyed stoic man who stands by your side, and something brews between the two of you. Set during the Cold War. Winter Soldier!Bucky Pairing: Bucky x Reader Word count: 1178

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“Are you okay?” He asked you. It felt strange to hear his voice muffled by the mask he wore. You almost did not reply. Then you looked into his eyes, steel blue, and saw real emotion in them. Concern. Fear. To think once upon a time you had theorised that he was a robot with how reserved he normally is.

“Yeah.” The word left your mouth infused with shakiness. You tried to calm down your heart, but it was still racing from the attack. He noticed. Of course, he did. He walked over to you, carefully kneeling to pick you up. Your back ached from being pushed into the ground. The cry you let out when he lifted you off the ground told him as much.

“Can you walk?” He asked you. You barely heard him, focusing on the three men on the ground unmoving. “Y/N!” He said a bit more emphatically, grabbing your attention.

You snapped your head back to him, looking at him. Concern. Fear. Worry. “Can you walk?” He asked again. Slowly, you nodded a ‘yes’ and let him hesitantly lower you.

Instinctively, you rubbed your wrists where they had grabbed you tightly. It stung. You let out a hiss without realising and The Soldier was onto you instantly. He grabbed your hands, inspecting them carefully. Fear was gone from his eyes now. Anger replaced it. Anger. Concern. Worry. You caught him glance over at the thugs. “I’m fine.” You said softly. “Just bruised.”

He didn’t say anything to you now. He simply stepped back to call your father, talking in hushed muffled tones, informing him of your safety and that the situation had been dealt with. You focused on the thugs, taking careful steps around them, just out of reach if one miraculously woke up.

The call was made. More men arrived and took the thugs away. “Are they dead?” You asked him.

There were people around. You honestly were not expecting a response, that was not his normal. You had no idea why you had asked him in the first place, but you were in shock, you would later argue with yourself. And yet... he replied. “No. Your father will want to question them.” He said it so bitterly, as if he had wanted to kill them. That scared you.

Logically, you knew that a bodyguard’s job is to protect you. That involves killing people. He had literally killed to protect you the first time you had ever met him. And yet. This time, his desire to kill felt less like a professional obligation. He drove you back home, taking someone’s car. You were not sure whose but it had to have belonged to your father’s men. The drive was silent, the only sound that registered was when the hum of the engine cut abruptly as he got out to open your door. He never spoke unless spoken to, and you had nothing to say. This was your own fault. You had sneaked out without anyone. You knew it could have been dangerous – and oh Lord, how it was! – everything about this was on you.

“I’m sorry.”

Two words broke the silence as you walked to your room. You did not say anything. So, he must have. But why would he be apologising? You stared at him in confusion. This time, he didn’t stand outside the door, like a dutiful statue. He walked right in with you, closed the door and sat beside you.

“I should have been there. That was my job.” He sounded pained and mournful. It hurt you to think that this was probably the most human you had seen him look in two years. Whoever he truly was, It was beginning to peak through. "I'm sorry."

“No, no.” You denied. “I ran outside. I knew what I was doing.” No you did not! You argued with yourself. If you knew what you were doing, you would not have needed to be saved by him!

“I should have noticed sooner. I should have been there to protect you!” His voice raised, almost in panic. A thought filled your mind: what would have happened if he had not arrived when he did?

Tears welled up in your eyes. How could you have been so foolish? “We’re they going to kill me?” You asked him in a voice that could barely constitute as a whisper. Your lip trembled. He pulled you close. He did not answer your question. He did not know what they had planned for you, but he wished he could have killed them all the same.

He let you lie across his lap, and cry silently to let the fear out. He shushed you when you blamed yourself, he run his hands through your hair until you calmed down. Not for the first time, you we’re grateful he was there.

He watched you slowly ease into drowsiness as the adrenaline and fear faded away. He moved to stand up and lay you back in your bed but from where you were sitting now that he gently pushed you off of him, you grabbed onto his hand before he became out of reach.

“Stay?” You asked in a small voice. “I don’t want to be alone. Please?” He looked at the door with a concerned look. “I’ll say I needed you here to feel safe. I do, really. Please? Just…just tonight?”

“Okay.” He nodded without hesitancy. And really how could he deny that? Keeping you safe was his job, that was his mission.

You climbed under the covers and insisted he join you There was some hesitancy now. He insisted sitting on a chair next to you, What would happen if your father came in? Fear climbed back up your throat. Father. Thugs. You could have died? What if you had died, and this was a dream, a last minute of peace before the great beyond? He did not need to hear your thoughts to read you like an open book. When tears began to well, he gave in.

His body was warm. There was space on your large bed, but you found yourself drawn towards him. It was nice, but every time you closed your eyes, all you could see was the brutality of tonight. “Can you hold me?” You weren’t sure if he heard you, or if you had even really said it out loud but his arms wrapped around you, holding you close to his chest. It was almost like he needed the reassurance of your life. It was in this warmth that you finally found enough comfort to fall asleep. When you woke up the next morning, he was standing dutifully outside the door with his hands clasped behind his back. You barely missed the slight smile that peaked as you walked passed him before he drew his mask back up.

You would never know this, but that night, the Soldier had never slept. He forced himself awake incase a new threat came into the room while you were vulnerable - either enemies or your father.

Part 4

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Worst Idea Ever [Part Four]

Characters → Y/N & Bucky Barnes, Other Marvel Characters.

Series Summary → Wedding Season is brutal as it is but throw in two friends that decide to be each other’s plus ones and a mixed bag of feelings, what’s the worst that could happen?

Part FourSummary → Y/N takes Bucky to a place from her past, meeting people that he never imagined Y/N to be friends with and someone else from her past tries to come back into her life.

Word Count → 3k.

Part Two Warnings → 18+, swearing, angst, jealousy, illusion to sexy things. Two idiots.

Beta → @kalesrebellion // all mistakes are my own.

Series Taglist  → Open, just drop me an ask!

A/N → And once again, I wrote the first draft and left it in my docs like I’d posted it... thank you @whitestarbucky​ for being late to the party and reminding me that I actually hadn’t posted it.

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Previously in Part Three: He sunk back into the pillow, his hand dragging down his face. Bucky wasn’t sure what the billionaire genius was referring to, but he felt guilty for whatever Y/N had to witness of him and Jackie. He thought going home with someone else would help quash his feelings but now that he was sober, he knew that it was a stupid idea. He only felt guilt and remorse for what had happened the previous night.

Hooking up with a woman in front of Y/N was the worst idea ever.

The breeze from the rental car window was just enough to keep Y/N alert as she drove the last stretch of their five-hour journey, well maybe a bit longer if you counted going through the whole airport process. Y/N had felt tense the second she met Bucky at JFK and the thought of being confined to a small space that was thousands of feet in the air.

Y/N didn’t want to talk about how things had become uncomfortable after Peter and Gwen’s rehearsal dinner. She was embarrassed but she also had avoided the subject completely when she met him the next day for the wedding. Bucky’s familial duties took him away from her which, to her benefit, meant that she hardly saw him. 

The celebration was enjoyable but there was an annoying voice in the back of her head telling her to talk to Bucky about everything. But she couldn’t, he was her friend of over a decade. Plus, now that they were on their way to another wedding, it had already been three weeks since they last saw each other. 

Bucky had probably forgotten about the incident, and he was too drunk to see that he and Jackie hurt her. She should just brush it under the carpet, right?

The journey wasn’t as bad as Y/N thought; she was able to lose herself in her book or the music playlist that Nat had sent to her a few days ago. ‘Perfect for long journeys’, she’d said. All the while, Bucky lounged in the seat beside her, reading on his kindle or chatting about the usual nonsense that was his dating life.

It was as if nothing had happened, nothing had changed, and Y/N knew that she was just overthinking the possibility of them crossing the line of friendship. It was only a side effect of their fake dating arrangement and being in romantically charged places.

The motel parking lot gravel crunched under the tyres as Y/N pulled in. Relief flooded her and she sluggishly climbed out, stretching her arms high and shaking out her legs. The freedom from the cramped space behind the wheel didn’t alleviate heaviness in her muscles and all that she craved was a nap.

Bucky headed to the reception to pick up the key, and within minutes they were able to access the room, and Y/N instantly flopped face-first onto the bed. Kicking her shoes off and shuffling up the mattress, she pulled the side of the duvet and rolled over into a cocoon and let the nap take hold of her.

Bucky clambered through the door with Y/N’s luggage as well as his own, muttering to himself about her being a lazy pain in his ass. But when he saw her peacefully sleeping form on the bed, he couldn’t help but smile. The way she had cocooned herself in the covers, and how her soft snores puffed out her lips; it was adorable.

Then the guilt reared its head. He’d tried to approach the subject of the rehearsal dinner at the airport but from the tension in her body and the intense focus on reading her book, he knew that she wouldn’t talk. She was embarrassed, and he would have been too if he’d been caught with a sex toy at a rehearsal dinner.

Deep down, he knew something else was bothering Y/N. She was too focused on the road ahead instead of listening to his woeful attempts at dating. His thoughts kept reverting to the moment he kicked Jackie out after awaking to Y/N’s text messages; he felt like he’d upset Y/N, disappointed her but wasn’t that what this was all about? They were being one another’s company until they found someone they wanted to date. That’s what this was.

Since Peter’s wedding, fond moments Bucky had shared with Y/N had started to dance behind his eyes. Their shared memories from over the years playing on repeat at night. Making breakfast together while the rest of their friends groaned about their hangovers in the other room, the candid way she’d grab his prosthetic arm and he always felt a rush of warmth when he realised that once again, it didn’t bother her. 

That was before all the technological adaptations to connect to his nervous system. She touched his arm like it was real. And once those adaptations were made, Bucky felt her tender touch and the soft skin of her palm. He felt at ease, calm, at peace even, with her compared to the rest of the people in his life, the world. He was whole with her.

A horn blasted in the parking lot and caught Bucky’s attention before he refocused on Y/N’s sleeping form. Bucky wasn’t sure about his feelings anymore, and he couldn’t tell if it was because of their pact or whether Y/N felt something more. He could be just imagining it. She had never judged him, had always been by his side at college. 

They were partners in crime, as thick as thieves. And since then, they’d drifted into a more casual friendship but maybe there could be something there. Stop it. He berated and carried on unloading the car, focused intently on collecting their belongings.

Y/N felt better than before but she still felt drowsy, and the flickering television showing an old western film lulled her further into the bed. Absentmindedly, she pulled Bucky’s arm around her shoulder and nuzzled into his chest. The smell of his cologne added to the comfort she already found herself in, then she realised what she had done.

Now that she was there, she didn’t know what to do, she was frozen in place. She could remove her arms from his waist, or maybe pretend she was still asleep and roll away again. The embarrassment tingled at her cheeks and the feel of his toned stomach under her forearm made her core ache with want. She snapped out of it when she felt Bucky shuffle away from her.

“Erm, what are you doing?” Bucky frowned at her, seriousness in his features.

“It’s just a hug, I’m half asleep, chill out.” Y/N pretended to not let the hurt of rejection show and put it back onto Bucky, “Do you not like cuddles or something?”

Bucky unfurled his arm and shook his head at her, “I don’t wanna cuddle you.” 

Y/N sighed dramatically and flopped back onto bed dramatically, “Fine, don’t crawl over to me when it gets cold in here tonight.”

Bucky had lied, he did like cuddles. He wanted to cuddle Y/N with every fibre of his being. He didn’t want to get used to it, to the feel of Y/N’s warm body pressed against him, only to have it be taken away. He didn’t want to miss her touch once he had been graced with it. He wasn’t good enough for her, anything more than friendship wouldn’t work. It surely couldn't?

He turned off the television and decided to leave her to sleep in peace. He knew for certain that the next time she woke up, she’d be cranky because she hadn’t eaten. With the fear of Y/N throwing a tantrum like a two-year-old, he headed out into the town to find some food for the drama queen.

Bucky threw on his jacket and grabbed the keys, Y/N’s phone flashing drew his attention. A notification: an envelope with Dean bolded beside it. He knew that he wouldn’t read it, no matter how tempting the voices in the back of his head were telling him to see what had happened since Y/N and Dean’s rendezvous at Darcy’s wedding.

Bucky, annoyed at the taunting notification, he knew Y/N’s password, it was the same for everything and he’d constantly scolded her for that. But he’d never invade her privacy. And right now, he needed to get out of the room. It was stifling and it felt like the walls had closed in around him. Y/N’s soft snores had become irritating as the recurring feeling of jealousy took over and he stormed out of the room.

A group of large men covered in tattoos with long beards, unmistakably their Harleys resting in the parking bay out the front of the venue made Y/N feel like she was finally home. It wasn’t the usual aesthetic for a wedding reception and maybe Y/N should have warned Bucky. Where’s the fun in that? She thought as she reached the entrance, but Bucky was no longer beside her.

Y/N turned to find his confused face across the sidewalk, “Come on, we’re here.”

Bucky jogged over to her, he frowned as he read the sign on the wall, “Right, we are going to a bar called Hell House that used to be a Catholic boarding school for a wedding?”

“Yes, I told you, it’s for some dear friends from when I lived here.” She ushered him inside with a giggle. “I know my way around, just follow me.”

“You said you lived in a suburb,” Bucky muttered as he walked into the dimly lit bar.

The number of people dressed similarly to the men outside was growing tenfold and Y/N could feel the tension reeling off him. She knew he wouldn’t be scared, but probably surprised by the company she kept in her hometown. They were a different, very different group of friends to those she met at college.

“Hey Chocolate Puddin’!” Y/N screamed and threw her arms around the man wiping down a table.  The man reciprocated with the usual awkward hug; not holding her too tightly in case Y/N clocked him one for feeling her up on accident again. She pulled away and gestured to her date. “And this is Bucky.”

He shook Bucky’s hand and introduced himself, “Weasel. This one just mocks me for not knowing what emojis mean.”

Y/N tugged on Bucky’s jacket to bring his ear closer and whispered, “He thought the poop emoji was chocolate ice cream or somethin’.”

“What can I get you to drink?” Weasel asked as he wiped the glasses and placed them on the bar.

“Blowjob!!” Another man shouted and spun Y/N around, pulling her away from the bar and out of Bucky’s hearing range. “Well, look at you Care Bear. Looking like a fuckable plushie.”

Weasel muttered under his breath and fixed the bailey and whipped cream shot while jealousy brewed in Bucky’s chest as he watched Y/N being picked up by the handsome man. He couldn’t react, how could he in a room full of giants and he’d hardly admitted his feelings to himself yet. 

Instead, he clutched the bottle of beer that Weasel handed him. Y/N knew these people, if she didn’t want to be manhandled then she would have done something about it. And Bucky wasn’t sure why that annoyed him more; that she was more casual with affections or that she didn’t do this with him.

Bucky turned away for a second only to turn around to see a woman grabbing Y/N’s face and pushing their faces together in a smacking kiss. His mouth dropped agape, as the women giggled and hugged one another. He needed to talk to you about what kind of place you grew up in because this was not what he pictured.

“You get used to it.” Weasel commented and held up two crossed fingers, “those three are like that. Never known a throuple like it.”

Bucky frowned, “a what?”

“He’s messing with you Buck, he’s just jealous that he never got to tap any of us. Bucky, this is Wade and Vanessa.”

It then dawned on him that the man that ordered a blow job and the woman that snogged his fake date were the newlyweds. Vanessa was one of Y/N’s oldest friends from high school and had introduced her to Wade, but never explained how. Maybe the venue had something to do with it but now he was even more curious and a little less jealous.

The four of them drank round after round at a table that had been set aside for the special couple. The table didn’t look any different to the others apart from the fact that it was probably the cleanest and the only distinguishable feature was the folded piece of paper with the words ‘reservation for wade & ness’ scrawled on it.

“So how did you two meet?” Bucky asked the couple.

“Y/N and I went our separate ways after school.” Vanessa held out her hand on the table, Y/N immediately grabbing it. “One of us sold themselves to the world of men and the other became a stripper.”

Y/N cackled, and Bucky enjoyed the carefree nature that Y/N had around this pair. She was uninhibited and more herself than he’d seen in a long time. Growing up with someone is a different type of friendship with the ones you meet at college. Bucky’s mind drifted to Steve Rogers, his childhood friend and how they were practically brothers, always getting into trouble. 

“Wade came in after finishing a job, courtesy of me.” Y/N dramatically placed her hand on her chest then looked at Bucky, “Oh right, you don’t know what Wade does for a living. So erm, basically he can be hired to help people with difficult situations rather than calling the police.”

Bucky paused and dropped the bottle onto the table with a thunk and immediately found Y/N’s eyes. He wasn’t sure where this story was going but he didn’t like the sound of it at all. Not one little bit.

“My ex was causing me some hassle and Wade gave him a little scare.” Y/N beamed through her drunkenness and turned back to the couple, “and because Wade came the next night to pay his merc fees, he met Ness.”

“Oh yeah, it was that douche, Francis. Francis. Stalker shit his pants when he saw me.” Wade barked out a laugh and turned to Vanessa, muttering words into her ear. The couple becoming completely lost in one another.

Bucky turned to Y/N, “Didn’t you date Francis in college?”

Y/N hiccupped and nodded, then vacated her seat before Bucky could respond. He watched her fiddle with the dials on the jukebox while he mulled over his thoughts; why hadn’t Y/N come to him or Sam about Francis? 

He’d have to ask her when she was sober because there was no way he was going to get the information from her now or the newlyweds. They were almost tearing each other’s clothes off as they made out. 

Y/N had finally picked a track and it boomed through the speakers. Her and a group of others dancing along to the beat. Bucky left the passionate display of intimacy and joined Y/N on the makeshift dance floor which was just some tables pushed to the side.

“Buckaroo!” She crooned and pulled him into a formal hold for such an upbeat song, “So who are we hooking you up with tonight?”

Bucky was completely surprised at her comment, he had hoped that she didn’t like what had happened on their last date and how it turned out with Jackie. Then again, Dean had text her earlier. He must have read this situation completely wrong, and he didn’t want her to know that. She couldn’t know how he felt, he wasn’t sure about it either. That’s what he kept telling himself.

He decided to play along and nod towards a young woman, “what about her?”

Y/N checked over his shoulder as they spun around the small space, she rolled her eyes at the sight of Hope Summers, “I don’t think that’s a good idea unless you want to get beaten up by her dad.”

He followed Y/N’s line of sight and spotted the man glaring at him as if he knew exactly what Bucky had thought or said about his daughter. He immediately shifted Y/N around, spinning her out and back in to avoid looking into the creepy old man’s death stare.

“I need a drink,” Y/N stopped dancing, gathering her breath.

Bucky led the way to the bar and Y/N happily held onto his hand until they were met with Weasel’s agitated face as he held the corded phone to his ear before placing the receiver to his chest.

“It’s for you.” He gestured to Y/N who rounded the bar with confusion etched across her face. Nobody who knew Hellhouse's number knew she was here or would be calling because they’re all here as far as she could tell. 

Weasel kept his hand over the mouthpiece as she approached, “It’s Tyler.”

Y/N glanced to Bucky who sipped on his beer and talked to Neena, another of her high school friends that had ended up in similar work as Wade, she was nicknamed Lucky for all the ways she miraculously got out of tricky situations.

Bucky ducked closer to Neena’s, whispering into her ear and a wave of anger erupted in Y/N. She was done with being second best, Bucky was only doing this to meet other women. She wasn’t what he wanted.

Finally, she put the phone to her ear and prepared herself to listen to whatever her ex-boyfriend wanted to say. With a deep breath, she answered the call as coolly as she could.

Bucky turned back to the bar and saw the frustration on Y/N’s face growing, it wasn’t a pleasant phone call. Plus, surely, they would have rung her mobile. He scooted around the bar and approached Y/N, her back now turned from him and her fingers wrapped and unwrapped from the coil of the phone’s cord.

“Tyler, please just listen to me.” She hissed. “I am not interested. I’ve moved on.”

Bucky froze at Y/N’s words, when did she move on? And who had she moved onto? Was it that guy that she met at Darcy's wedding? Dean. The name grated his nerves. He couldn’t blame her; she was allowed to move on. Worry filled his thoughts, could he have caused Y/N to run into the arms of someone else because he hooked up with Jackie.

Y/N slammed the handset into its holder on the wall, spinning to Bucky and the moment he saw her unshed tears, he pulled her into his arms. Pushing his feelings aside, he knew that he needed to be there for her regardless of if she had moved on to someone new.

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10 Books I Want to Read in 2022

This post is always fun because I can go back to in the new year and see if I actually hit all of them. Or it can help inspire my TBRs going throughout the year if I’m ever stuck and don’t know what to read. These ones specifically though are helping are a bit more... specific than just excited to read or already having them on my shelf. Here are 10 books I hope to read by the end of the year:

1. Puddin’ by Julie Murphy | Goodreads

And with this one many other series continuations of books that I read the first to a long time ago including Stand Off by Andrew Smith and It’s Not Summer Without You by Jenny Han. So many books that I read back in high school have been continued without my knowledge and I need to catch up! I put this one on the list because I really loved Dumplin’ during my reread and loved how Julie Murphy created such an endearing main character. I want to see more of how she creates characters and builds friendships in this book. I hated Callie in the first book so I’m interested in how Murphy is going to make her real and rounded out.

2. Kingdom of Ash by Sarah J. Maas | Goodreads

I say this as an easier way to state that I want to finish the Throne of Glass series this year. I adored the first book and think it’s a reasonable goal to get through the other six in twelve months. Sarah J. Maas easily became a favorite author after catching up to the ACOTAR series and Throne of Glass. I’m hoping this whole series will round it out how much I truly love her writing, and eventually Crescent City after that. So many of these characters I’m already attached to after an introduction and I need to see more of them.

3. Clockwork Angel by Cassandra Clare | Goodreads

I will be finishing the original The Mortal Instruments series soon and I want to dive headfirst into the rest of the Shadowhunter world. I had no idea until today that this trilogy was published in the middle of the original series. Since I loved the fifth book, I’m excited about what that means for this next set of books. Really the only thing that would stop me from accomplishing this, this year, is that.I have to buy the books, something I’m always good at (buying the right books, that is). But if I love the conclusion to The Mortal Instruments, I don’t think I’ll have any hesitation diving right in to this.

4. The Raven Boys by Maggie Stiefvater | Goodreads

This is a reread that I’ve been meaning to do for about four years now and I’m going to finally have to woman up and buy it full price. I’ve been hoping to find it, in hardcover, at a secondhand bookshop but I’ve had no luck. I only ever made it to the second book but I still miss these characters very much. I’m upset with myself for not reading it during its peak time but I think I will still love it, but time will tell. I’ve loved six of Maggie Stiefvater’s books now (this included) so I think I’m safe to enjoy them again.

5. Daisy Jones & The Six by Taylor Jenkins Reid | Goodreads

An adaptation being released this year that I’ve heard so many good things about saw some of the actors and... I want to see it. I’ve notoriously been bad at reading books before the adaptation is out and I’m trying to get better. I’m also notoriously bad at never watching the adaptation, even if I’ve already read the book. So I’m hoping that if I read this one around the time that it’s out and I see hype about it that it will lead me to actually watching it at the same time as everyone else. But we’ll see about that...

6. Gregor the Overlander by Suzanne Collins | Goodreads

Something I’ve enjoyed doing over the years is rereading books from my childhood and this was a huge one. The last time that I read one from elementary school has been a little while and I think this would be a great choice. This series has five books, which I’m not sure if I ever got to the fourth or fifth (apparently I’ve always been bad at completing series lol) so they could be fun, adventurous, light-hearted reads between the heavier fantasies and new adult books that I’ve been reading. I also think it would be adorable to own them so when I have kids they can read them right from my personal library.

7. A Discovery of Witches by Deborah Harkness | Goodreads

I bought this at a book store while in Austin, Texas because it’s adaptation is already out. As I said under Daisy Jones & The Six, I’m trying much better to stay on top of book adaptations, even if they aren’t ones that my friends and family are watching. I’ve heard good things about this first book but not the second but I’m a huge advocate for making your own opinions. This in general feels different than the books that I typically read so I’m excited to diversify the books that I read. Then, once again, watch the adaptation in a timely matter afterward. 

8. A Darker Shade of Magic by V. E. Schwab | Goodreads

I want to get another V. E. Schwab book in to know if I really do enjoy her writing because I adored The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue. I’ve heard so so so many good things about this trilogy from when it was super popular years ago and now that Tiktok has found it again. A few of my friends have started the trilogy recently too which is what really encouraged me to buy at a local Columbus bookstore in November. It just really helps that I’ve been wanting to read it for almost three years now and now finally have it on my shelf. I’m determined to read more this year so I think I can actually get to it in a timely manner.

9. People We Meet on Vacation by Emily Henry | Goodreads

I’ve been recommended this book so many times and I have it on my shelf from Book of the Month so I think it’s time for me to dive into some adult romance. I choose it for my book in November because a friend of mine had just read it the week before and was obsessed with it. Obviously she didn’t spoil anything but knowing the books that she typically reads, I feel I can trust her excitement. I also don’t think I’ve read an adult romance so this may open a new genre gate for me. I’m excited to hopefully have lots of fun with it.

10. Angela Davis | Goodreads

Something I failed to do in 2021, based on my 10 books I wanted to read this past year, was read Angela Davis. I also use her as a spearhead for more education reading in general. Especially after having her for an event at my university and taking a picture with her, I feel as if I have an even higher obligation to read her writing. The hardest part is I don’t know what to start with, I think next time I go tot a book store I’ll choose the first one I see. Regardless, this goal is quite important to me to, once again, diversify my genres and focuses of reading during this year.

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hey love, you write angst so well!!! could I maybeee get something where one of the boys (probably paul or david tbf) cheats, and the readers just like... okay and forgives them. But it makes the boy think that they don't care about the relatonship but in reality the readers shitty past just leads them to accept all the bad thongs life throws at them. (This was very specific, so I understand if it's kinda difficult to write something out of it, sorry for how long this was)

Okay, so I didn’t know if I wanted to do this or not ‘cause I can’t really picture any of the boys cheating. But, if one of them did, it would be Paul. He’s my favorite of the boys, but that boy is the CEO of Doing Dumb Shit. Because this is so detailed, I’m turning this into a fic. Also, no happy ending to this one. 

Stupid Mistakes (Paul x reader) fic

Warning: Mention of past toxic relationships and cheating, angst

Word Count: 1357

Paul had known he’d fucked up. Of course, he hadn’t realized it at first. He’d been hunting with the boys, and they had found a tasty looking group of girls. None of the boys had stopped him when he’d gone up to flirt with them. They thought he was just hunting. Before he met you, he was the one they always sent to pick up girls. He could talk to anyone, unlike the brunette which preferred to stare at his meals until they came to him. The boy could lay the flirting on thick, even without a wingman. That’s what set him apart from Marko. The curly-haired blonde could flirt, but he wasn’t the chattiest with new people. He couldn’t think on the fly and have pick-up line after pick-up line flow out of his mouth. Even if girls outright denied the rocker, it didn’t break his stride or bruise his ego like it did with David. In fact, it would make him want them more. Paul was the perfect bait.

He was friendly, handsome, and easy-going. Girls wrote him off the minute they saw the haze in his eyes and heard his stoner laugh. He was unassuming. Nice. It helped that he looked like he’d stepped off a Motley Crue tour bus, and had a perfect smile to match. He’d offer some herbal supplement, and that usually got the girls off the boardwalk. He’d bring them back to the boys, pick his own meal for the night, and then the boys would dig in. Perhaps even get laid if the girls were willing enough. And his girl was willing. She hung off him the entire time they walked to the beach. He’d smoked one too many joints that night, and it didn’t help that this group of girls had brought their own refreshments. The minute Paul had tasted vodka on his tongue, he’d signed his own death wish. 

He’d slammed back shots with the girl he’d picked, and smoked enough to get even a vampire fucked up. The girl had leaned in, and Paul had been too fucked up to really think. He was drunk and he was horny, and his meal was exactly his type. It wasn’t until after he’d done the deed and finished his meal that the boys had given him judgemental looks. He wiped his mouth and said,

“What?” He genuinely didn’t know why they were staring at him. Did he get blood on his pants? It took a minute for the blood to sober him up, and then he realized. Shit. Old habits die hard, especially with vampires. He’d fallen back into his old routine and had forgotten one quintessential aspect of the past few months. He had a mate. He had you.

He tried to rationalize it at first. She was just a meal. He was drunk. She didn’t mean anything and she wouldn’t mean anything. He’d eaten her like it was no problem. You were his sugar. His puddin-pop. His gumdrop. His every nickname in the goddamn book. Plus a few that he had come up with himself. 

But when he saw you the next night, the guilt was killing him. He didn’t think he could ever feel so bad about something, especially with how he murdered people on the regular. He knew about your past and he knew he’d done the one thing he’d promised not to do. You hadn’t asked him to make that promise, but he still made it. He wanted to be different, but he wasn’t. He was an idiot. The king of idiots, he thought. He had a babe like yourself and he’d gone out and ruined it. He was sure you were going to break up with him.

By the time you two were back at the cave, he was ready to explode. The boys hadn’t followed them, and you assumed Paul just wanted some one-on-one time for the night. When you played with his hair and leaned in to kiss him, he’d stopped you. That was a first. 

You furrowed your brows. He’d been acting weird all night. He’d kept his hands to himself, hadn’t tried to flirt with you, and even seemed quiet for once. Now that he wasn’t trying to kiss you or take advantage of your alone time, you knew something was up. You knew something was wrong. The first thing your mind did was go to the worst case scenario. He was going to break up with you. He took a breath, and then his motormouth took off.

“I cheated on you and I’m sorry. I was drunk and I didn’t know what I’d done until it was already over. I swear, she was just a meal. She didn’t mean anything to me. She wasn’t even that pretty. Well, she was pretty, otherwise I wouldn’t have done it. I wouldn’t just fuck any random girl. Fuck, nevermind, just, I love you so much, and please don’t break up with me. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry-” He’d said it all so fast that he was already repeating a mantra of apologies by the time your brain had caught up with you. 

He’d cheated on you. It wasn’t the first time that it’d ever happened to you before, and it definitely wasn’t the worst. After so many bad relationships, this was actually fairly tame. It served you right though, for thinking that he’d be any different. It seemed that life was just filled with men that couldn’t keep their dicks in their pants. A sour feeling had settled into your heart, but you still said,

“I forgive you.” And then he stopped. He stared. He blinked. His motormouth had hit the breaks, and it seemed he couldn’t believe you were letting him off the hook so easily. 

“That’s it?” He asked. In all honesty, it didn’t make him feel better to be forgiven. He wanted you to yell, cry, and throw things at him. Call him every name in the book and make him grovel for your forgiveness. It would make him feel better if he had to earn it. To show that he’d hurt you and that you cared. Cared enough to not just look at him as if he���d done nothing wrong. Did you not think cheating was bad? Would you cheat on him? Those thoughts came rushing through his mind and it was a miracle that they didn’t leave his lips.

He watched you shrug, and then anger lit inside him like one of the torches in the barrels. 

“Do you even care about us?” Paul couldn’t control his mouth when he was in a good mood. When he was angry, all restraint flew out the window. You furrowed your brows, and said,

“Yeah. It’s just...I’m kind of used to this by now.” And then the terrible feeling came back in waves. It washed over him completely and snuffed out his anger. God, he was a piece of shit. Hearing those words were probably far worse than anything you could’ve yelled at him. “If anything, I should’ve expect it. This always happens to me.” You continued, and Paul wanted to stake himself right there. If it was day-time, he’d walk into the sunlight.

He ran a hand through his hair, and he realized something that made him feel terrible. He couldn’t date you after this. Not after what he’d done. Not because he didn’t want you, but because he wasn’t going to be able to make up for this. He was selfish and dumb. You needed someone with a clean slate. Someone that wouldn’t betray you even when they were drunk. He was an idiot, and you needed someone you could trust. He had already proven that he wasn’t that. 

When he told you that, then there were water works. There were only a few that came from you, but Paul was sobbing. He felt like a complete dick. He’d hurt you and now he was breaking up with you. But he had to. He had to set you free and let someone else have you. Someone who was better. Someone that wouldn’t make stupid mistakes.

((I hope you all enjoyed!! I’m telling ALL of you now that if anyone ever cheats on you, even if they’re as cute as Paul, DUMP THEM. We do not tolerate cheaters in this household))

[catracorner962]

The Joke’s On Us: A Glitra Halloween One Shot

One of my favorite Glitra writers @teaandsmut requested this prompt “how about Catra and Glimmer both turn up at a Hallowe'en party as Harley Quinn, with Catra as the classic version and Glimmer as the Birds of Prey version.”

I am happy to oblige! 

(Please bare with me I rarely write spicy fics!)

“You know Harley Quinn!” Glimmer pulled on her golden glimmering overalls. “We saw it at the Brightmoon Theatre a few weeks ago, remember?” She squinted at herself in the mirror, trying to redo her pig-tails for the third time that afternoon.

“Oh yeah! That was fun! I thought you meant the girl from Bow’s comics. She has a different outfit though,” Adora answered from across the room. 

“That’s the comic book version, the movie is a little different...can you help me with this? I can’t get them to be even,” Glimmer tugged her pig-tails free, scowling. She couldn’t really blame Adora. It’s not like the Horde had comic books or movies or anything.  She waited while her friend gently pulled her short hair into two equally short pig-tails and stepped back from the mirror. Admiring the overalls, boots, makeup and bright pink sports bra. 

“Not too bad!”

“You look great!” Bow exclaimed, his own costume was that of Batman. Adora, having absolutely no knowledge of Halloween either tried to just go as She-Ra which Glimmer finally convinced her “didn’t count,” and wouldn’t be a real costume for a costume party. She had finally decided to simply wear the dress she wore to the princess prom but Bow had done her makeup to make her look like a zombie.

“You’re going to love it Adora, Halloween is my favorite holiday!”

A day where you can be someone other than yourself, where you can pretend to be anybody and anything you want. Not a princess, not a one day queen, not a commander….

Glimmer broke into a smile as Bow hugged them close, squealing in excitement. 

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The annual halloween party, similar to Princess Prom, was hosted by a different kingdom each year and all princesses were invited. This year it was Plumaria’s turn to host. Perfuma had outdone herself, with orange and black lights strung from the tree branches, a table of themed snacks, and some weird herbal tea mixture Perfuma insisted tasted good-despite the sickly green color.

The band played music as people danced, whirled around and mingled. Over on the dance floor, Bow was trying to teach Adora how to dance. Somewhat unsuccessfully. Glimmer giggled, making her way over to them. It was easy to breeze through the party in her costume, nearly unrecognizable. Everything seemed easier, when no one could totally tell she was a princess at first glance. 

“Hey! Guys, wait..”

“Hey Sparkles, see you copied me.” Glimmer backpedaled away from the person she’d accidentally walked into. 

Catra 

Glimmer curled her fists, cheeks rising in an angry red hue. 

“What are you doing here?”

Catra smirked, raising her brow. A trademark expression that made Glimmer feel like the smallest thing in Etheria.  She scrutinized Catra, critically. Her costume was different...but different. Instead of overalls Catra wore a single tight-fitting, totally unflattering body suit. The right leg and arm colored in black, while the alternating sides were red. Diamonds of red and black flanked each side of the suit, contrasting with each color. Her large ears were tucked into a simple matching jokers hat. 

“...You’re...you’re Harley Quinn too?! You copied me!” Glimmer glanced around the dance floor, though no one else seemed to notice anything. Even Adora and Bow had gone off to sample the buffett. 

“Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery sparkles,” Catra grinned, small fangs gleaming in the low light. Glimmer groaned in irritation, rubbing her eyes. 

Of course, OF COURSE Catra would just show up here and copy my Harley Quinn idea. Of course she would come here just  to mock me! I can’t even have halloween for myself and my friends? Why does she have to ruin everything?

“But hey, you look cute,” Catra flicked the zipper of her overalls for emphasis, leaning closer than necessary, tail flicking like she was ready to pounce.

Irritation quickly turned to spite, which turned to anger. 

I can’t punch her out here, it would draw too much attention, Glimmer quelled the rising pink sparkles in her fist. Her magic practically bubbling to break free. Plus it will ruin Adora’s day...and this is her first halloween party. 

Glimmer grabbed Catra’s wrist tightly, dragging her from the dance floor off beyond the other party goers into the dark of the surrounding forest. Once the music was lost, Glimmer roughly shoved the Force Captain against one of the large trees, pinning her roughly and glaring up at her.

“You’re not  welcome here Catra!” Glimmer tightened her grip around Catra’s collar, the little white pom poms bouncing.  

“Awe,”  she pouted with dejected hurt. “Why not?” Glimmer only rolled her eyes. 

“You committed war crimes Catra!”

“Is that what they’re calling it these days?’ 

Glimmer seethed, 

“And you copied me as Harly Quinn!”

“What’re you gonna do about it?” Catra teased, “sparkle me to death?”

“Don’t tempt me!” Glimmer hissed through grit teeth. Catra’s insufferable smirk only grew, even as she was pinned to the tree. They glared at each other, each minute that ticked by rising heat in Glimmer’s cheeks. Their faces were close, Catra had tipped her chin downward against Glimmer’s elbow, her warm breath grazing across her arm. It made Glimmer’s skin riddle with goosebumps. Despite her obnoxiously calm facade Glimmer felt Catra’s chest rise and fall rapidly. 

Why does she have to look so good? Why does she have to show up here like she rules the place and...and ruin everything! I’ll show her! I’ll...I’ll…

“Sparkles?”

“What?!” 

“Do you want to kiss me as much as I want to kiss you?”

“Ha! I’m surprised you even asked!” 

Glimmer stood on her tiptoes, closed her eyes, and leaned in, kissing Catra full on the lips. Hungry and angry and oh so sweet. For her part Catra returned the gesture, biting at Glimmer’s lip with a needy noise, winding her arms around the shorter princess’s neck, pulling her deeper in. 

She’s...warm...smooth...how is she? Why am I doing this? I don’t even like her….do I?

“I hate you,” Glimmer breathed between incessant kisses. “You…-kiss- can’t even…-kiss-...come up with -kiss- an original costume!” Catra pulled back just for a moment, her warmth ebbing away as she leaned against the tree, but she did not unwind her arms from around Glimmer. 

“Oh sparkles, the more we meet the more I’m convinced we’re waaay more alike than either of us would like to admit. Costumes or not.” 

“I am nothing like you!” 

Before Glimmer could react Catra lunged forward, lithe arms going around Glimmer’s waist and instantly spinning her, pushing her against the rough bark of the tree.  The princess let out a startled scream only to be cut off by Catra’s lips once more. She wound her legs around the Horde Scum’s hips, bracing herself. Catra let out a deep throated growl and kissed her deeper, claws nearly sinking into her shoulder. It hurt...but...the pain was only slight and it was welcome. Glimmer reached up, yanking the silly joker cap off Catra’s head and fingering her hands through her wild hair. 

“You like that don’t you?” She breathed. Catra answered, pushing her hips flush against Glimmer’s pressing her harder against the tree. She arched in response, holding on to Catra’s shoulders as they continued to kiss. At some point Catra pushed off the straps of her golden overalls, fingers gliding over her bare shoulders. Claws, Glimmer realized...retracted. 

I didn’t  know she could do that…

Catra stole her from her thoughts once more, kissing her neck, nibbling at her collar bone. Glimmer leaned her head back, laughing with pleasure, holding on by Catra’s hair, tightening her fists and pulling. 

“Hmmmm,” Catra growled, one hand sliding up Glimmer’s waist and holding her tightly. She readjusted herself without coming up from the crook of Glimmer’s neck. Thrusting her hips against the princess in a not so subtle ask for more. Glimmer reached around, taking Catra’s chin in her hand and forcing her head back up to look her in the eyes. 

“Th...this doesn’t...c..change...anything...I...I...s...still hate you!” She panted. Catra only blinked innocently, taking her hand and licking sensually at her fingers and groaned much more lustful than necessary. 

I could stick my fingers down her throat and gag her right here. Leave and go back to the party and let Scorpia or someone find her. Yeah...that’ll show her…

But Catra was already kissing her lips again, ravenously, deliciously. Dominating her in some strange way that Glimmer could not bring herself to refuse. They weren’t themselves after all right? It was Halloween. 

She could enjoy this, enjoy Catra..only for the night. No one would have to know. With shining new confidence, Glimmer quickly teleported out of Catra’s hold, and reappeared right behind her. The Horde Scum reeled in surprise, eyes wide with a moment of fright. It sent a quickening through Glimmer, who seized Catra by the shoulders and shoved her down to the forest floor. This time the Horde Scum did not resist. Glimmer straddled her, leering downward into those heterochromatic eyes, glowing in the dark. Voice low and husky, she whispered, making sure to drag her tongue just a little teasingly across the tender pink of Catra’s  inner ear. 

“My turn, puddin.”

[demisexualnathanvuornos]

#guess what I've been watching too much of #((also I read him as demisexual too but I'm hesitant to include that here)) #((I mean idk I feel like he's suuuuper romantic though)) #((very much a person who values emotional connections))

a bunch of nathan wuornos headcanons I’ve been making myself sad with:

pancakes are one of the few things he can cook

always makes too many pancakes bc he gets bored while waiting for the rest to cool 

thermometer expert (and thus often giving people advice on the best ones for various purposes)

subscribes to three different craft magazines 

after the first time the troubles stopped for him he spent a week wearing the fluffiest sweater he owned 

sells decoupage (decoupaged? is that a word?) boxes/etc during the summer to the tourists

[jasons-exposedspine]

My Way Out Chapter 5

mSummary: Reagan is angry at Negan and she sets some new rules.

Warnings:Reagan being angry is a warning of its own, swearing, choking, hair pulling, speaking about past childhood trauma, violence that's about it.

A/N: Reagan is a bit dominant with Negan so don't fucking judge if i wanted to change it up a bit. this story is terrible i know but i thank the people that like and reblog the chapters.

She sighed as she tried to buck up the courage to tell him what was wrong but she didn’t like to talk about it. “If you wanna know what happened why I don’t like being taken like that. It’s because my…my uh my dad used to molest me, and one day when I think I was twenty three these guys were following me from a bar. And I think you can guess what they did that’s why I wanted you to stop.” Negan lied there in silence he didn’t know what to say to her. If he could he would kill those fuckers that did that to her and he would kill her dad too. 

The thought of him being the cause of those memories being triggered made him feel like a piece of shit. He grasped her chin lightly and raised her head so she could look at him. “Baby I’m sorry I would never fucking hurt you and I won’t let anyone fucking hurt you again I promise.” She gently kissed his hand before snuggling into his chest, he wrapped his arms tightly around her. She felt safe in his arms, she felt like nothing could hurt her as long as she was with him.

Negan woke to the feeling of sunlight on his face, he cracked his eyes open and her side of the bed was empty. He turned over to find her standing in the kitchen in his leather jacket and only a pair of panties. She looked fucking sexy like that, he licked his lips as he swung his legs over the side of the bed. He snatched up his jeans from the floor and pulled them on along with his white t-shirt. His jeans hung loosely around his waist as he slowly strode over behind Reagan. She smiled as she felt him wrap his arms around her midsection and nuzzled the side of his face into her hair. 

“Morning” she said cheerfully, “morning baby” he said before kissing her cheek. She turned her head and kissed him lightly on the lips “you want something to eat?” “Yeah” he whispered in her ear, she turned around and placed her hands on his chest. “What do you want to eat?” She asked, fully knowing what he was going to say. He had look of pure lust in his eyes, she giggled as he gripped her thighs and lifted her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck “um I think I’ll have you for breakfast.” Reagan giggled as he dropped her down on the bed “god you look fucking sexy in my jacket.” 

Negan kissed her before kissing along her jaw then moving to her neck sucking and licking the skin. She curled her fingers in his hair, she lifted her hips making him chuckle “someone’s needy.” “Well you fucking started it” she said breathlessly as he slid the zipper of his jacket down. He opened the jacket exposing her breasts and kissed the space in between them. He kissed down her abdomen making her wetter by the second, suddenly there was a loud knock at the door. 

Negan growled at the sudden interruption “what the fuck do you want!” He moved off of her to walk over to the door, he opened it just a crack “sir we might have a lead on who let Daryl go.” “Alright Simon I’ll be down stairs soon” he said before closing the door. Reagan was kneeling on the bed with his jacket zipped back up over her chest. Negan sighed as he walked back over to the bed and stood above her he wanted her just as badly as she wanted him.

“What’s wrong?” She asked getting off of her knees and sliding off of the mattress and standing before him. “We May have found the fucker that let Daryl go” he said pulling her into his arms. “I’m glad he got out he didn’t deserve to be fucking locked up” he chuckled “what?” “I love it when you aren’t afraid to speak your fucking opinion” he said smiling widely. “I know someone will get hurt so what’s the point of me fucking making you promise me not to hurt anyone.” He scoffed “finally someone who can fucking read me like a book” Reagan rolled her eyes. “Just behave” she commanded pulling away from him and bending down to snatch up her clothes.

 She unzipped his jacket and handed it back to him, she put her soft denim shirt on. “You gonna walk out in just your fucking panties baby?” He asked looking her up and down. “Oh fucking relax puddin my room is just down the fucking hallway.” She opened the door and walked down the hallway swaying her hips as she walked. He opened the door to her room and closed it behind her. She got dressed into a pair of jeans, a bottomed down shirt, her black boots, she tied her hair into a messy bun and she put her sword on her back. 

She opened her door and Negan was stood in front of her she smiled at him and he smiled back. She closed her door behind her and walked by Negan’s side. She felt the warmth of his hand as he moved it closer to hers, he laced his fingers with hers. They walked hand in hand down to the compound, she let go of his hand and he reached for it slightly. She noticed that the furnace was on and Dwight was standing next to it. Everyone including the workers, Negan’s wives and the saviours were standing around the furnace. 

Doctor Carson was stood inside the circle of people, probably to help some poor bastard that was going to get their face ironed off. Suddenly Negan swung Lucille into the doctors arm making him cry out in pain. Reagan wasn’t surprised that someone was going to get hurt but she never thought the doctor would’ve let Daryl out. Frankly she didn’t care so she just walked quietly back up the stairs. She exited through the front of the sanctuary and sat on the steps watching the walkers at the fence. 

She pulled out a cigarette from the packet she had in her jeans pocket. She pulled out her silver zippo lighter and lit the cigarette and put the pack of cigarette and the zippo back into her jeans pocket. She took a long drag and blew the smoke out slowly as she watched the walkers snap and snarl through the fence. She jumped slightly as she heard the door open and heard the thumping of not only then Negan’s boots. “Come to brag about how the fucking doctor let Daryl out” Reagan said in a sarcastic voice. “And by the way I know that fucking Dwight set the doctor up and Sherry fucking let him out.” 

Negan chuckled “how do you fucking know that doll?” He asked sitting next to her on the steps. She took another drag of her cigarette and blew the smoke in another direction “oh don’t worry I can read people pretty fucking easily.” “I know you can doll, you’re just like me in a number of fucking ways so I kinda know that Dwight’s up to something.” Reagan threw her cigarette into the dirt and got up and walked back up the stairs. 

Well if he could see it then why didn’t he do anything? She thought as she walked back up the stairs to her room. Reagan passed one of Negan’s wives on the way to her room, Reagan gave her a look of disgust as she walked past her. She had forgotten about them and she started to doubt what her and Negan were beginning to have together. So she just headed so her room and placed her sword against the headboard. 

She sighed loudly as she flopped down on the bed and just stared at the ceiling and thought about Negan and her. She wanted their relationship to work she liked him but she didn’t know if he liked her. She assumed that he only wanted her at the sanctuary so she could be one of his whores. But she wouldn’t have that she wasn’t a whore and she didn’t want to be in a relationship with someone who didn’t want her. She jumped suddenly as she heard knocking at her door, she stood up from the bed and strode over to the door. 

She turned the knob and opened it slowly to reveal Negan standing before her. “How the fuck are ya sweetheart?” he asked inviting himself in but she stopped him. She put her hand on his chest “when the fuck did i say you could come in?” she barked. “Oh come on baby” he said trying to step in again inly to be stopped by her. “Don’t fucking baby me we can talk later” she ordered.

She pushed him out of the door and slammed it in his face, he tried turning the knob but she had locked the door. “Please Reagan sweetheart what the fucks wrong?” he mumbled from the other side of the door.  “FUCK OFF!!” she ordered through the door and he flinched when he heard something crash into the door. She made her intensions clear and he didn’t want to make her even more angry at him so he just walked away from her room. 

Reagan sat back down on her bed and held her head in her hands, she felt bad for what she had done. But she was angry at him not just about the doctor but also about the wives, she HATED them. Reagan grabbed up her sword and stormed out of her room, she stomped down the stairs and outside of the sanctuary. She asked the guards to open the gates and she walked down the street from the sanctuary. She hit the hilt of her sword against an old cars hood and six walker snarled at her as they walked closer. “DIE YOU FUCKERS!!” she screamed as she began to slice through them like they were nothing. 

“FUCK YOU!!” she screamed as she kept stabbing and slicing the last walker until it was just jelly on the road. She began walking back to the sanctuary once she saw that it was getting dark. She felt a massive amount of relief from killing those walkers and she felt like weight had been removed from her shoulders. Reagan put her sword back into it’s sheath as she was walking back up to the gates of the sanctuary. 

The guards let her back in, by the time she arrived back the sun was already down and it was dark outside. Negan had been searching everywhere for her all day and was starting to get worried he was gonna send Simon to go out and find her. But luckily he spotted her walking back up the stairs to go to her bedroom. He sighed in relief and he followed behind her but she locked herself in her room again. She was clearly still angry with him but he wanted to know what was wrong so he could try and fix the problem. 

So there he was knocking at her door again “Reagan it’s me again i just want to know what the fucks wrong?” She heard him speak through the door ‘just talk to him’ she told herself. Reagan walked slowly over to her door and twisted the knob. She opened the door halfway “i’ll meet you in your room i need to have a shower” she mumbled. She closed the door in his face again obviously letting him know that she was still angry with him. 

Negan just sighed and rubbed his hand up and down his cheek before turning to walk back down the hall to his room. Reagan scrubbed the blood off of her face, hands and her hair, she sighed as she stepped out of the shower. She dried herself off with a towel hanging on the towel rack and wrapped it around her body. Reagan walked into her room and over to her chest of drawer in the corner next to her bed. She took out a fresh pair of grey panties and a black sports bra. She also took out a pair of black shorts and and oversized grey t-shirt.

Once she dressed herself and dried her hair and brushed it she walked out the door and down the hallway. Reagan fiddled with her shirt as she knocked on Negan’s door “come in doll” she heard him say from the other side. She turned the knob and opened the door, Negan was sitting on his couch with a glass of whiskey. But she stopped as she saw Frankie seated in Negan’s lap kissing him, Reagan’s blood boiled. 

But she remained calm as Frankie exited the room and it was just her and him now. “Whats fucking going on with you babe?” he asked as Reagan sat down on the couch across from him. “I don’t want to be a pain in your ass but i fucking hate your wives”, Negan was surprised at the sudden burst of truth. “Oh i fucking know you hate em Darlin you don’t think i don’t fucking know it.” Reagan rolled her eyes at him, she slowly strode over to him and gave him a suductive wink. 

He set his glass on the coffee table in front of him and looked up at her. Reagan set her legs on either side of his, basically straddling his lap and slid her hands up his clothed chest. She looked into his eyes as she slid her hands into his hair and gave him a soft kiss on the lips. She stroked her index finger down his jaw, Negan let out a surprise gasp as she grabbed his throat with her hand.

Reagan squeezed his throat but not tight enough to cut off his air but tight enough so he would listen to her. “You are mine” she snarled, she squeezed his throat a little harder so he could let that sink in. “mine do you fucking hear me?” she barked, Negan nodded in response. He could still breathe but he felt her squeezing a little harder. “I fucking hear you loud and clear” he replied and she then let go of his throat. 

Reagan dipped her head down and kissed his neck softly as to say sorry if she hurt him. Reagan felt the slight sting of his stubble on her cheeks but she didn’t care. It was finally growing back, she wanted to know what it felt like in other places. Negan tipped his head back to give her more access to his neck. She ran her lips over the vein on the side of his neck, he let out a quiet moan as she ran her tongue back up his neck. Reagan felt him hardening beneath her, she rocked her hips against him making her let out a small whimper. 

She slipped his leather jacket from his shoulders but when she couldn’t get it fully off of him he sat up to help her. Once she slipped his jacket fully off of him she threw it over the back of the couch. He wrapped his arms tightly around her and pulled her tightly against his chest. She rolled her hips against him again making him let out a loud groan. She pressed her lips against his soft ones, pushing her tongue past his lips to taste the whiskey on his tongue. One of her hands was in his hair tugging at it softly while the other was softly caressing his cheek. 

Negan tangled his fingers in her long hair while the other hand was pressed against her back softly. Reagan felt a rumbling purr vibrate through his chest which encouraged her to kiss him harder. The room was quiet apart from the wet sounds of their lips and their small moans and groans. Negan grunted as he lifted his hips up to roll against hers which made her bite on his bottom lip softly. 

Reagan tugged on his hair roughly, Negan scrunched up his face at the sting of his hair being pulled. He rested his hands on either side of him, Reagan looked into his eyes as she pulled his hair hard making his head tip back a little. She wrapped her other hand around his throat tightly but not enough to cut off his air supply. He thought she was just playing rough like she did last night but she could see the seriousness in her eyes. “Say sorry” she scolded “what the fuck for?” he shuddered slightly even though he knew what for. “Don’t play fucking coy with me you know why, now say fucking sorry” she barked. 

He hissed in pain as she pulled on his hair harder and she squeezed his throat a little tighter. He looked into her eyes “i’m fucking sorry Reagan” he choked slightly. “Sorry for what?” She barked and she squeezed his throat even harder cutting his air off slightly. When he didn’t reply straight away she squeezed a little harder “for what!” she snapped. “I’m sorry i fucking kissed Frankie” he uttered, he swallowed hard as he felt her hand tightening again making it harder to breathe. He felt her eyes burning into his, she tightened her hand until he could hardly breathe. “If i fucking see you do it again i will choke you so fucking hard you’ll pass out and then i’ll cut your fucking pretty cock right off do you hear me!” 

Negan nodded swallowing hard and sucking in as much air as he could but she restricted it. “Yes ma’am” he choked out, she squeezed until she couldn’t breathe “if i see any of them fucking touch you i’ll kill all of them do you hear me?!” she commanded. Negan nodded and bit his lip trying to suck in air but he couldn’t breathe. She let go of his throat and his hair, Negan took a deep breath in the air never tasted so sweet. Reagan instantly wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and hugged him tightly. She instantly felt bad, she got a bit too carried away “i’m sorry” she whispered into his ear. 

“For what?” he asked, she leaned back to look into his eyes “i’m sorry if i hurt you i can get a little fucking carried away.” Negan chuckled and nuzzled his nose against hers, she smiled back at him “it’s ok baby i fucking like it it’s different for me.” She rubbed his scalp with her fingers and she dipped her head down to kiss his neck softly. 

“Is there anything you don’t like?” she wondered “yeah just don’t tie me to the fucking headboard.” Reagan chuckled and pressed her forehead against his “i don’t like that shit either, but are you fine with everything else?” “Trust me baby i’m ok with everything else” he confirmed. “We need a safe word” Negan looked up in thought “what’s your favourite dessert?” he asked. Reagan smiled widely at him “ice cream”, “well fucking ice cream it is then” verifying it. 

He reached up to caress her cheek “you could never fucking hurt me ok?” Reagan nodded and leaned into his touch. He was hers now and he knew what that meant and she had just shown him what she would do if he ever wronged her again. It was obvious that she would be possessive and protective of him but he didn’t care he liked her, he really liked her. Reagan really liked him too and she was ready to kill anyone for him which made it even harder for her.

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the devil’s lullaby | coven

Reader's magic only works if they manage to rest plenty, if not, the magic hides and wait until it charges again. None know actually know this and they don't let them get their proper rest, but maybe there's someone who exactly knows how to help them.

Your hands went to your eyes almost immediately, rubbing them and trying to read again the few paragraphs Zoe had given you all to read for that class.

It was something easy, a new cantrip which wouldn't take you much to learn as she said, but your lack of rest since you arrived to the Robichaux's Academy were taking its toll on you finally. You were used to the quietness of your home, well, the quietness of your underground room in your grandparents' house, so moving to a house full of too much noise was quite the change. You couldn't blame them, obviously you ever would, but you weren't used to that kind of life and it was affecting you enough.

To this day, none of the staff around the Academy actually noticed your tiredness, mostly because it was the middle of summer and everyone was. Not even your roommates, which basically were the ones to blame unknownly, so you always tried to get some power naps to keep on learning all you could and put your powers to use. But none of your tries were near to give you a complete ration of what you needed to thrive, to improve, so in the end you just tried to do what you could with what you have.

Being the last of the class wasn't your cup of tea, but it was better than nothing, and you couldn't help but look at your feet in shame when Zoe brought to your attention that you needed to put more of yourself onto the lessons. Promising that, you made your way to the dinning hall to get some lunch and think about how to restore your sleep schedule...which presented itself as a very hard task to do.

You had tried your hand at concoctions, which went terribly wrong because you didn't know enough nor had enough magic; you had tried pills, again, which never worked but hey, let's give it another try; you also tried to tire your body out as much as you could by doing sprints in the street, which only left you horribly sore and made Madison laugh at you when you came downstairs the next morning; you even tried to put the worst, most boring tv show around this days and you ended up enjoying it and losing more hours of sleep.

What the fuck could you actually do?

In between munching, your rambling was enough to not get many of your classmates to sit with you at lunch, so being alone made you feel at peace for a few minutes. When you got to your dessert, your posture in the chair was a mess, your body giving up on being properly sat and holding yourself by the almost horizontal position. There weren’t many people at this point in the dinning room, so none could see you actually falling asleep while eating your puddin. With each spoonful you felt closer and closer, you were almost there with the spoon still in your mouth...

...until you felt a presence trying to get your half eaten dessert, your eyes wide open a microsecond later and locked with Coco’s.

“Ahm, Misty needed some help at the greenhouse moving around some important pots and you were the only want not running away after lunch,” the blonde witch smiled at you, her hand now away of the reach of your spoon, now tightly held in your hand and about to attack. “Can you...?”

And there you were, moving pots and finishing your puddin, as if you did that every other day. Misty didn’t seem to care and Coco neither even when she was eyeing you from time to time, so once you were done with both tasks...your sleepy eyes came back, searching for a place to maybe take a little nap. The arbor was right there, and it didn’t seem none was going to sit there.

The arbor’s shadow would fight the heat better than nothing, you thought, feeling the seat already in your back...

...until another voice brought your attention.

“Y/N!” Kyle was exiting the kitchen through the back door, looking hurried as ever.

Whatever he told you, whatever he asked you to help with, you went and did it. Even when you wanted to say no and let sleep embrace you, maybe rest a few hours, you couldn’t say it. So the next hours of your day, since classes were resumed for the day, were spent helping moving stuff from the basement to the new rooms. You didn’t mind, though, because at least you were being useful around the house but you couldn’t help casually linger each time you moved a box, body drapped over and eyes closed to get some sweet seconds from time to time.

Doing stuff sleep deprived, however, isn’t really a good idea. 

Or at least that’s what you thought when, upon moving the last box to the new room, you saw a cloaked shadow at the end of the corridor. Your eyes fixed in that, leaning your head a bit to the side trying to discern if it was real or not. Leaving the box by the banister without looking away, you cleaned your hands over your pants before walking towards it.

The shadow then moved, fast and unexpected, and you were left dumbfounded for a second, trying to figure out if it was real or not. But you kept moving in the direction it went, towards one of the rooms that was supposed to be occupied by the staff. Should you come in? Looking around for a moment, in case someone was also there, you considered the option of just going back to what you were doing.

But the tiny bits of your magic moved inside of you, as if something was calling them, and then your consideration went straight to Hell.

Taking a deep breath, you opened the door as quick and silent as you could before closing it behind you once you were in. It was Zoe’s room, you could only know it because of several frames with pictures of her and the rest of the coven. You looked around, trying to focus in whatever had called your magic and a soft laugh made you open your eyes wide.

The wall by the bed was...actually a door, one that was ajar and inviting you to peek your head into. And well, you moved forward to it without hesitation to do it, because whatever was there was calling you. With care, you opened the wall-door fully to find a wardrobe of some short. 

There were a few coats here and there, but also some boxes and empty luggage that, by the dust over them, they weren’t used from a long time ago. Searching around the small space, you felt it was chilly and also that a small section of the inner wall of the place was crooked. Squatting down to figure out what was there, your hands removed the crooked board to discover some kind of small hidding spot. A brass box, some old books and candles, there was nothing of interest there...and then your eyes met a red headset, good as new, propped against a side of the secret place.

Taking it in your hands, you managed to make youself comfortable after dropping one coat in the floor, and you rotated it to inspect it. It seemed to have something integrated, maybe a mp3 player due to the few buttons and wires here and there, and you wondered if it still worked.

Maybe you touched something while seeing if there were any batteries, but the answer came to you as some kind of...rock song playing in them. Rubbing your eyes, tired but at the same time curious, you put it on your head to listen to it.

You soon discovered that the music was catchy, going through your body in a way that made you feel content and relaxed. It made you feel the knot you had been feeling forming in the back of your head during the day started to ease, giving you some actual relief after hours and hours. Not caring about where you were, you lied there in the secret wardrobe over the coat now probably filthy, your eyes finally closing with delight and just listening that music that was probably some years older or more.

While listening, you felt finally your heart start to be more calm, your breathing to settle and the kinder temperature to cool down your body. Smiling to yourself, indulging in that good and sweet lullaby, you only thought none discovered you for a couple hours if it was possible...

...and you finally fell asleep.

The wall-door closed slowly, giving you privacy to sleep to your heart content and at the same time living it enough ajar for your magic to start moving out of the room and into the whole house. 

A new laugh sounded, mere chuckles that finally showed their source. The cloaked shadow wasn’t cloaked anymore, showing the features of a long gone habitant of the house, which happily found her way in the tiny place to not bother you. Her hand went to your hair, caressing with the care of those who are about to touch something precious, and her smile grew wider to that.

Nan could perfectly see how your magic was drifting away from you without being stopped and it made her happier to start hearing some ruckus set lose outside of your secret haven. Watching you sleep, ever so peacefully and now leaning in her lap to make yourself comfortable even with the headset on, was good enough reward for her.

And maybe hearing Cordelia shooting counterspells in the ground floor, trying to discover why the house was trying to attack and pull more than one prank to their wardens, while the rest tried to help. But that was something she had been planning for a long time, you only helped her unkwoingly.

Letting you sleep, Nan kissed her fingers before pressing them to your temple, giving you a tender reminder that she was there to protect you, to give you the rest she always wanted when studying at Robichaux’s but couldn’t get, to help you find your place between those walls and between those women that took you in when you needed it the most.

“I think I’m pretty much okay with being someone’s Supreme again, don’t you think?”

That last question, however, wasn’t completely for you, nor for her new employer and friend. It was for someone else, a young man that laughed openly up over you two, as if giving her his blessing to do as she pleased.

And knowing he was okay with it, Nan kept watching over you while napping, softly mumbling to the songs you were listening in your dreams, unaware that all the magic you couldn’t gather up for several days already was making quite the Hell downstairs.

[caprina-mints]

Can I get a matchup? I’m a 5’2 straight female. I have long dark brown hair and dark brown eyes. I’m shy when I meet new people but when around my friends, I’m very loud and outgoing! I’m the one who cries for other people and am just very emotional. I’m always putting people before myself. At times I can be very witty and it gets me in trouble. I love making people happy, going to book stores, cats, writing, and spending time with the people I love! I hate liars, manipulators, obnoxious people.

Ooo~ Another matchup?! Don't worry puddin I gotcha covered! I'll encourage everyone to ask whatever they want! It's kinda boring here doing nothing :3

I Ship You with

Ticci Toby!

Yes Toby. The first meeting with Toby was ever so pleasant. You were heading home after picking up a few books from the book store and on the way you found a stray cat.

Taking pity on the cat you bent down and gave him the little bit of food you had at that time and while you were letting this adorable little thing one of the books you were holding slid away from your grasp and fell down.

You reached out to grab it but a gloved, bloody hand beat you to it . Your head shot up and you were faced with a man clearly taller than you wearing googles and a mouth guard.

No that didn't shock you. What shock you was that he had stains of fresh blood on his mouth guard as well as his googles.

You panicked and asked him immediately if he was ok or if he was hurt. You dropped your books and checked to see if he was fine.

Hahaha you thought he was hurt and you didn't think even for a moment that he may be a psychotic serial killer.... No you did not.

Toby was surprised by your kindness and without no sense of fear seeing his stained form. Instead you latch yourself on him trying to see if he was hurt... He thought it was cute.

When he saw you quickly pull your hands away from him he thought that you had found out but instead saw a hint of shyness and embarrassment from your face .

That was how your meeting went, and then a few weeks passed by and you kept bumping into him more than once which you thought was weird but you didn't question it since Toby was now your friend. He saw other sides of you. When you were around other people you were shy but with people you were comfortable with? You were loud and outgoing . A perfect blend which suited his taste.

It didn't take long for you two to start dating and he was the first one to confess by accident. He just blurted it out because of jealousy controlling him and his sense even though you clearly stated that the guy you were with was your cousin.

Your witty personality however made him amused since he knows you can stand for yourself but at the same time full of worry at the same time. One time he heard you throwing sharp insults to a man twice your size and he panicked. He had to jump right in, scoop you off your feet and run like a mad dog while carrying you in his arms

He was capable of impaling that motherfucker but he didn't want to scare you so running away was the only option.

Toby clearly knew that you hated liars and manipulative people and even though it took him his own being to tell you honestly who he really was he had to or else you'd hate him.

He explained that he was a serial killer and answered all of your questions. He answered each one begrudgingly his words felt like it had been clawed out of his throat. His tics got worst and he became a stuttering mess afraid that you'll leave him if you found out.

But he was surprised when you told him how brave he was about telling you everything and how much it meant to you because a secret like that was shared to you by Toby.

Fast forward to a few months he was nothing but a very big cuddly and slightly possessive bear who craves your attention.

Dates with him are always the best but it always ends up with you two running away from the cops.

He loves it when you play with his hair when you two are laying on the sofa cuddling.

Kisses are heated and spontaneous which always catches you off guard.

He treats you like you're the only girl he's ever laid eyes on.

[wexarethewalkingxdead]

‘Trick or Treat!  🎃’ (for Rick)

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Rick couldn't remember the last Halloween before the turn had happened. He vaguely remembered that Carl had dressed up like a Power Ranger one year, but he wasn't sure if that was the last year or not. All he knew is that when the council suggested that they try and bring back some of the happier times for the kids, he was all in. Anything to give his kids a chance to enjoy childhood.

He had gotten excited when Bo had even wanted to dress up. She had insisted that they do a couple's costume so they each picked five choices and put them into a bowl. Then they let Judith pull the slip of paper, and while he wasn't exactly sure if he could pull it off, he knew that Bo would be amazing in anything.

They had gone out with a long list of costume necessities to raid stores, and it had taken them well over two weeks to gather it all, but he was certain that once they saw it all come together, those two weeks would feel like nothing in the grand scheme of things.

He managed to put on his costume, complete with the make-up that Bo had laid out for him in the bathroom. She'd insisted that he couldn't see her until she was completely put together and met him downstairs so that's where he went to wait on her.

Carl had taken Judith to Carol and Daryl's house because Carol had insisted that she had the perfect costumes for them, and he wasn't about to turn her down when he saw how excited that she was to be helping the children celebrate.

Lacey was too small to really care if she was dressed up or not so they'd decided to keep her inside with the rest of the small babies in the nursery that had been set up for all the working parents at Alexandria. They'd drop her off on the way. She was upstairs with Bo at the moment, and he could hear her talking with the baby as she readied herself.

He thumbed through the book that lay on the end table as he waited. He heard their bedroom door as it opened and smirked when he stood to meet her at the bottom of the stairs. "Do I have to close my eyes?"

"No need, Puddin'." Bo stepped to the top of the stairs, and looked amazing in her Harley Quinn outfit that would have put Margot Robbie to shame. Her eyes were dancing with excitement as she carried the baby carrier down the steps to meet her Joker at the bottom of the stairs.

He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her deeply. "You look amazing." He looked down at her bare legs and booty shorts, eyes taking on a wicked gleam as a smirk tugged at his lips. "Gonna be hard to keep my hands off you." His mind was already going over the many places they could hide and get a little frisky. Or a lot.

[complicated-innocence]

Joker’s Appreciation

The Joker was not one to read. He rarely had the attention span for it, first of all, and even when he could focus long enough... Well, the clown prince had never found an interesting book, and he doubted he ever would. They were always too slow or too boring, and the villain never won, which was just unfair. Honestly! As a villain himself, he was always so sick of the hero coming up on top, or, even if the villain did win... It was always people like Lex Luther, and, frankly, Lex Luther had no flair. That made him bad if you asked Joker. He wanted to see a chaotic villain win, one like him, but... Normies didn’t want those sorts of villains to come out on top, of course. And so he had yet to find a book he liked, even in the ones he had somehow read all the way through.

There was one specific genre he particularly despised, though; romance novels, like the ones Harley would obsess over from time to time. It had taken him a single page to realize that, considering he had grabbed the book from her one night and started reading from exactly where she left off. It was the sappiest, most melodramatic and cliqued thing he had ever read, and it disgusted him beyond comprehension. Or so he thought, but that couldn’t be entirely true...

After all, there was one exception to his distaste for reading; Harley’s poetry, which she wrote oh-so-rarely but Joker had collected almost religiously for the past few years. The influence of those terrible books could be glaringly obvious at times, but, nonetheless... He adored them. He adored the poetic ways she described everything, especially when she described him. He loved her attention to detail, the way she seemed to pay attention to his every move and cherish it all, even when they fought or argued... And he couldn’t help but read the parts about his eyes with a special fondness, too, as they often came up and were mentioned in detail. It was precious, really, and it fed his ego even more. What wasn’t to love about that?

While she did write about other people and other things, he only really paid attention if it was about him. He read all of the others, sure, but... The ones about him were held to different esteem, and those were the only ones that made their way into his collection, even if it took some time, as he waited until she had all but forgotten about them to act. Sometimes, that meant a few hours of it sitting there, untouched... Other times, it meant a few days. As soon as he could, though, he claimed the forgotten poems and added them to the box beneath the photo of him and Harley, all neatly folded and packed away until he could reread them later. He dated them all, and would often go through and read them when she was away, but never once did he tell her about it. He never planned to, either; it was his secret admiration of her, something too soft for her to know.

Or it was, until the day came that Harley barged in on Joker’s reading time. It was at night, hours after the two had fought in the morning... And, honestly, by then, Joker couldn’t remember what their argument had been about at all, nor did he exactly care to. Obviously, she wasn’t overly miffed either, or else she wouldn’t have been back already, but... He didn’t have time to linger on that thought or to even really registered the fact she was home earlier than usual.

He hadn’t even realized she was back until she announced herself. And that announcement was, admittedly, sudden; she barged into his office out of nowhere, and, before he could do a damn thing to hide the poem, she was upon him.

“I’m back, Puddin’!” She chimed cheerily, giggling as she slung her arms around his shoulders, shimmying as she gave him a hug. Her eyes were shut, and Joker knew it.

“Oh, so you are,” he chuckled as lightly as he could, looking around at his desk for what he could do to hide it while he had the chance. “Back so soon? Too dull at the plant’s?”

“Aw, don’ be like thaaaat...” She huffed, still hugging him. “It was jus’ a lil disagreement.”

Its box was too far out of reach for him to avoid disturbing her moment, and, even if it wasn’t... Well, he’d have to fold the paper first, which simply wouldn’t work, and then if she released sooner than he expected, she’d see the other poems, too. One would be bad enough. His eyes skipped away again. He knew he was running out of time to decide. He felt the clock ticking down in his head, based on how long she usually hugged him... Ten seconds left.

“I suppose...” Joker sighed, as if he had any idea what the argument had been about. Panic was setting in, though; he was running so low on time. At the last second, though, he realized the obvious option; hide it under the other papers on his desk! He instantly tried that, but...

He was too slow. Her eyes snapped open just as he had moved the other paper, and so the poem was still up on top. Shit.

“Yeah-- But nevermind that! Whatcha workin’ on~?” She moved to rest her head on his shoulder, peeking down at the desk. He knew it was too late by then. “Written pla--? Wait.” She already read it. “Izzat--?”

“NO! This is absolutely not your concern or what you think it is!” He panicked immediately, throwing a paper down on top of it.

Harley stepped back from him in an instant, an eyebrow cocking up instead of her usual head tilts. Her whole demeanor shifted into something more serious. His heart dropped... That meant he had two options; surrender and let her see, or let her be mad and run off with her other partner again, probably for a month. He internally groaned at the thought. He didn’t particularly want to deal with her being gone so long, not when he had finished bigger plans where he would need her help, and so... He didn’t move to hide it, as much as his pride was screaming at him.

“... Any chance you won’t look at it.” Joker asked, glaring slightly. He knew the answer, but it was worth a try.

Harley simply moved to the side of the desk and, while making direct eye contact, grabbed the paper. She then looked down at it, still side-eyeing him.

His heart sped up as she read, as he observed her... He watched her as she blinked slowly, her eyes skipping back up to reread the first line, her eyes going over the same word again and again. She straightened up, and his heart skipped a beat. She kept reading from there, and then she reread the poem again. Once, twice, and her cheeks slowly colored as she verified more and more that, yes, that paper was her’s. And it wasn’t a newer one, either, although he had those as well. He groaned as her whole demeanor slowly softened, especially when her eyes settled on the date in the corner. He knew damn well that she knew his writing, and that was confirmed when he noticed the fact her eyes practically became hearts after a second.

Harley hugged it to her chest, giggling happily... And then she looked up at him, all love and affection and all the things he despised.

“... Not a word, Harley.” Joker sighed bluntly, leaning back in his chair with a pout. His cheeks were starting to go pink.

“But--!”

“Not. One.” He repeated, his voice getting firmer. He added in a glare.

“It’s sweet, Puddin’! I didn’ know y’kept this one,” She giggled, hugging him. “Didja keep my others~? Least, the ones ‘bout yooooou...”

Joker didn’t respond, and, instead, he tried to shove her away, his cheeks reddening and his pout deepening. He tried to avoid looking at her, too, but... Well, Harley didn’t feel like playing that game, not with this new discovery. She sat in his lap, releasing half the hug for long enough to grab his face and pull it towards her, albeit gently. When she saw his expression, a grin spread across her face.

“Y’did! Really?!”

“... Fine. I did,” he huffed, trying to shove her off his lap... But she was prepared for that, apparently. She caught his shoulders, keeping herself in place. “What of it?!”

“It’s adorableeee~”

“It’s not adorable!” He snapped, trying to push her to the floor again. It still didn’t work, as Harley giggled and nuzzled her face into his chest happily. He groaned again, but... It was useless to fight her, and he knew it. He didn’t try again.

She kissed him, before cuddling back. “Don’ worry~ It’ll be another a’ our lil secrets.”

“... It better be,” Joker grumbled. Harley’s smile grew, but... Well, she didn’t push him any further, and he relaxed some.

They stayed like that for awhile longer, all cuddled up in his chair; he didn’t quite want to move yet, despite his pride being wounded. No. Instead, he hugged her closer to him, one hand lightly petting her hair as he rested his chin on top of her head. He closed his eyes, settling down... And not a word was said, not for a few minutes, until Joker broke the silence again.

“... They are good, Baby. You should write more.”

[breath-of-void]

So, Birds of Prey was fun, right

Not necessarily good, but it was fun.

I haven’t seen any actual reviews of it so, from my point of view, there are two main problems with it: it took like an hour and a half to start Birds-of-Prey-ing and it wanted to be Deadpool soooooo bad.

Spoilers abound.

So, I’m not actually that familiar with the Birds of Prey from comics. I’m aware that they’re an all female superhero group, but, other than Black Canary, I wasn’t aware of the other members. In fact, I thought Harley was originally a part of the BoP and so I saw no problem that this was a Harley Quinn movie AND a Birds of Prey movie; they were the same thing, right?

Wrong, but they movie is hardly interested in telling you that. The entire first 2/3 of the movie is a Harley Quinn movie. She has the voiceover, she’s explaining what things are happening and why and the camera is almost always on her back except when she’s explaining something and they want a visual. The Birds of Prey don’t even actually get together until Harley is physically there. They remain a team after she leaves, but that’s a footnote. If anyone came to see the other BoP kick ass and take names, they would be sorely disappointed as the ladies dance in time to the Harley Quinn’s narration.

It’s also so crowded as Harley has to explain the backstory of Huntress, Renee Montoya, Black Canary and herself while also making space for Roman Sionis. I love Harley and I love Margot Robbie’s portrayal of her, but that really works against her as Harley’s fractured psyche tries to explain a movie to us.

Then there’s the shameless copying of Deadpool.

Now, as a character, Harley is amazing. I tend to like insane comic book characters as that usually translates to them being hilarious if not terrifyingly dangerous, but she doesn’t lend herself well to being a fourth wall breaker. I don’t know if it’s a thing she does in the comics or if Ryan Reynolds just did it so well that he ruined it for everyone else, but BoP felt jarring and unfocused with Harley constantly stopping things to go back and explain something or just to have a chat. 

It may just be a personal preference, but it felt like Harley had watched BoP and was tasked with telling us, the audience, what happened.

There are a lot of elements that felt kind of lost, ignored or not fleshed out. 

Aside from the Birds themselves not being given enough screen time, their name seems to be chosen at random. At the end of the movie, after Harley ditches, she just tells us that they chose the name ‘Birds of Prey’ with not even the barest of reasoning. There was a scene just prior where there were all just eating lunch and even a throwaway line referencing the future team name would have been nice.

Bruce the hyena was there too, I guess. He got more screen time than Jared Leto in Suicide Squad, but there’s really nothing done with the fact that Harley has this wild animal on her side. Cassandra never really bonds with it for some sweet, emotional catharsis (in fact, she bonds with the stuffed beaver) nor does Bruce feature in Harley’s plans. He’s just kind of there until he gets “blown up”.

Bruce the Batman was strangely lacking as well. One of my biggest gripes about Suicide Squad is that the other heroes of straight up shown and yet, when Enchantress decides to rip open the sky, they’re Apollo-knows-where. When Harley is asked about her backstory, she mentions that she was arrested by the Batman, but that’s where his involvement in this movie starts and ends. No, I didn’t want another character in this already bloated movie, but I would like some explanation as to why Gotham’s protecter is just ignoring this obvious gang coalition who are blowing up public places indiscriminately. I feel like it’s a fundamental misunderstanding of what Marvel does when they name drop their other properties. When Thor is mentioned in Spiderman, it’s to explain why he can’t be there to solve this problem himself, etc. BoP did it to say “Hey, she said Batman y’all.” 

What would I, as a person who has never made a movie, do differently?

I would have more Harley and Cassandra hijinx. The movie almost struck me as two parts Deapool and one part Logan. Cassandra is being hunted by every bounty hunter in the city, but finds refuge with Harley is bad, but not evil. Their scenes together are adorable and I think the movie would have benefited from more scenes with them together.

Drop the wonky timeline. It was okay, maybe once, but it got really old, really fast. Even to the point where they showed Huntress killing a group of thugs while Renee was surveying the crime scene (they had a flashback of something no one had any memories of). 

At the beginning, they had an adorable animated sequence set to Harley’s narration as she explained her backstory. During it, as she was saying that she was the mastermind behind the Joker’s biggest heists, they showed her stealing a diamond and the Joker taking it from her. The macguffin of this movie was a diamond. I think it would have lent itself well to Harley’s lack of focus that she had the macguffin all along and just didn’t know it. Or if Cassandra had stolen it from her or, or, OR if the Joker still had it and the BoP+Harley had to heist to get it back. I like this last one much better as it would give Harley a chance to test her new freedom from her puddin’.

In conclusion:

I know this isn’t the most cohesive collection of thoughts, but it’s what I thought anyway. I had fun with the movie, really I did, but I wouldn’t pay to see it again.