#she only knew that her friend was in such distress that he physically made himself trash

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Me to Atom when he sat beside the trash can instead of getting in it

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You got me simping for Vaegon…

First of all thank you so much for reading it and omg yes Vaegon is just so cute and his decision to become Archmaster has saved him such an icon in his family…even though you didn't ask for it anon I thought this might do another simp some good enjoy reading ;)

Prince/Achmaster Vaegon Targaryen in a relationship SFW/NSFW

°You met him when he still held the title of prince of the realm. One of many princes and princesses but a young man who had already suffered losses of his own blood. The deaths of his siblings and yet this did not seem to bother him, he attended the funerals and mourning ceremonies and kept to the prescribed time of mourning and yet. She had never seen a single tear in his violet eyes or a look of distress. On the contrary, the more deaths that happened, the more everyone mourned, the more often his gaze seemed to settle on her. Since those times of mourning, they seemed to be more and more united. He gave her his cloth handkerchief and even sent her a cup of tea to lift her spirits, ,,With best wishes from Prince Vaegon," her servant had told her.

°The paths of the two often crossed in the castle, a courtesy always towards her, and she thought she saw something like true joy in him when she was with him in the library, they met there almost every day, she kept him company more and more. She turned away from her friend and princess Alyssa to spend her free time with Vaegon. ,,You can go to the hunt, the others will be waiting," he had once said when she had preferred to read and study with him in the castle garden instead of attending the royal hunt. It was the first time she put her hand on his and saw the smile on his fine lips and it was the first time he came closer and gave her a kiss.

°It was the first time he neglected his duty and gave in to his feelings as his sisters did. ,,By the Great Citadel, I've wanted to taste you for so long," he confessed as his delicate hands held her, not roughly but gently, yet she sensed a power slumbering in him, his violet eyes always watching her. That this beginning was a time of love, trust and secrets. When she was with him, he laughed a hearty laugh, an honest laugh, something that made her heart beat faster. When he was with her, he allowed himself physical contact with her, cuddled with her in his chambers and read her the most beautiful poems he had composed.

°He was the only one who allowed her to ride out with him, telling her everything he knew about the animals and plants with a curious gleam in his eyes as she rode beside him, a sweet smile curling her lips. ,,Your knowledge is your beauty, Vaegon," she had said and giggled as she saw his pale blue cheeks turn pink and he looked away. But when she tried to give him a kiss, he returned the favor and kissed her faster. A day that ended in even deeper love in the forest. A day that had started with blood when he was cut with a sword by his older brother during training and angrily left the yard only to be slowly helped by her when he understood that she cared, that she had always seen him, that he was not overlooked as he had been by his parents. ,,I always take your concerns seriously, my prince," she confessed and finally pulled the fresh bandage around the wound and was about to turn away when he took her hand and squeezed it gratefully, ,,And for that I am bound to you my dear love".

°But as love blossomed, it also became clear that with the royal couple becoming parents and the death of his siblings, it was more tragic than ever that he was eligible for the Thorn. A fact that involved power and danger, ,,I don't want a throne if it increases the likelihood of losing you, my love," he had made clear one night as they sat together in front of the fireplace, the books set aside and his hand resting on hers. Her uncertainty about this, however, was extinguished when she saw the stubborn glow in the violet when he had to fight his enemies in the castle courtyard. When they humiliated him and he withdrew, he knew no, she knew just as he knew that he would never want to be king…but they both knew that a prince cannot shirk his responsibilities. Even if she came from a noble house, she was no Tyrell, Hightower or Lannister, it would not be enough for a marriage.

°But his decision and his father's permission brought new sides of love and soon she found Vaegon in front of the Citadel again knowing that it was actually a farewell, that he would lose his status, that he could pursue his destiny forever, ,,I will find a way…I will find a way to love you forever…even if it means breaking duties". A promise which he sealed with a kiss and deeds because as prince he arranged for him to have his personal servant and septa, a woman who would take care of his everyday affairs without notice. A matter that was settled when she put on the white robe and pinned the dragon's brooch to it almost with pride. ,,So everyone will see that you belong to me and are mine," she heard his whispered words as she was with him in his private room and thought she saw the madness, the madness of dragons, in his violet eyes for a moment in the semi-darkness …. but it was surely her imagination as he engaged her in another kiss.

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°The days at the citadel were long and exhausting, the knowledge had to be transferred and learned, chains had to be forged and the camp had to be managed. Rules, duty and order and a single woman among hundreds of men. But there was pride in her gaze, she did not duck away, she seemed to become like him, dutiful and yet with a hint of haughtiness that she knew, no actually everyone knew, what she was doing behind closed doors, what sounds came from the prince's room as his fingers slipped under the white dress. Peeling the fabric from her body, he almost greedily took what was rightfully his, his own dragoness nien better than what his shiwsters had ever had. ,,You are the precious treasure of House Targaryen, not the throne or the crown," he murmured to her as he kissed his way along her skin until he could finally touch her again.

°He marked her, trailing his kisses along her skin that was otherwise protected by the fabric, biting spurs over which he ran his fingers throughout the day. ,,Your beauty is indescribable gods," he sighed as his fingers massaged her breasts, gripping the flesh of her thighs, praising her, longing for her praise as she clung to him as he penetrated her, moaning her name, keeping the sounds of lust through the corridors at night in the darkness of the sacred place.

°He turned to painting with various fabrics and colors in the course of his studies, ,,You as my muse are the only thing beautiful in these halls," he had said as she sat down on the armchair, his demands animated with lust, his violet eyes seeming to turn a dark purple as she gradually released the fabric from her crown and spread her legs. He saw her swallowing, humming something to himself, and he had to restrain himself from throwing the painting away and taking her. He came up to her hungry for her sweetness for more of her when he knelt down in front of her his way up her leg trailing kisses on it to finally let his tongue wrap over her center. Studying his body from her beautiful example and learning to receive her praise.

°But even during the day in the citadel, she felt the other's gaze on her, felt his touch on her body like a gentle breeze. But she also helped him when she "helped" with all the things, pulling her hand onto his, pulling him into chambers. This time it was his lascivious noises that echoed through the corridors. Vaegon tried to suppress them, a shaking hand on his mouth or hiding his head in the books, but his redness was clearly visible to her when she looked up at him. His fingers tangled almost gently and needily in her hair, praising her. The hours of their love always took place in the free time and then until late at night but most of all their time together was safe from the throne and the battles outside the citadel where their love and lust could blossom.

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YOUNG DONNIE BARKSDALE HEADCANONS

ִ ˙ ✩°˖🍂⋆｡˚ Note: contains upsetting and distressing themes involving teen suicide, murder, abuse and parental neglect. This is angsty as hell, fellas :(

Note ii: I do not intend to romanticise or excuse any of the following, these are merely thoughts and ideas inspired works of fiction. I do not support or defend men like Donnie in the real world. If you think the following will be upsetting or triggering, I strongly advice not reading. You are responsible for your own choices. Thank you!

I’m using Keanu’s character Matt from the film River’s Edge as inspiration and a template for my headcanons for young Donnie Barksdale.

Family Dynamics

➤ Donnie never had a proper father figure in his life growing up and he never knew his real father.

➤ His mother suffered with alcoholism, leading to her neglecting him and his younger siblings.

➤ She would drift between different relationships, often with toxic boyfriends that Donnie would frequently get into verbal or physical fights with in an attempt to defend/protect his mother and younger siblings.

➤ As the oldest sibling, he felt responsible and pressured to fulfill a paternal role for his younger sister and brother.

➤ Prematurely stepping into this paternal role, without any healthy or positive guidance to draw from, meant Donnie didn’t possess the emotional maturity needed in order to fill that role properly.

➤ Donnie received little to no experience of healthy discipline himself growing up, which resulted in him mimicking the only discipline he ever experienced, which came from his mother’s toxic boyfriends.

➤ His first experience of using violence and aggression as a form of control and punishment began with his younger brother.

➤ When his younger brother started heading into a rebellious and reckless phase, without any sign of growing out of it, Donnie attempted to take control of his behaviour by using violence and aggression.

➤ Donnie’s softer side came out towards his little sister, the youngest sibling. He tried to be more protective and nurturing towards her. Despite his intentions being good natured, his attempts to overcompensate for the emotional and physical neglect she faced from their mother, lead to his protectiveness over his sister to become increasingly more controlling.

➤ This overprotectiveness would later extended to his romantic relationships with women and evolve into more possessive and controlling behaviour.

➤ Because Donnie never had a proper, healthy role model to look up to, he was never taught how to properly manage his emotions, leading to an inability to manage conflicts healthily.

His Friends Influence

➤ Donnie’s high school friend group became the only male influences in his life he had any positive association with. His friends were the only thing he had to fill the emotional voids within his life, this made the sense of brotherhood he felt he had developed with them incredibly sacred to him, something which he would protect no matter what.

➤ His loyalty to his friends was put to the ultimate test when one of his friends, John, murdered his girlfriend, Jamie. Donnie was pressured by his friend group to stay quiet in order to protect John.

➤ This had an everlasting detrimental impact to Donnie’s moral compass and desensitise him to violence, especially violence against women.

➤ The fear of losing the only sense of belonging he ever had on top of his fear of abandonment was enough to convince him to overlook John’s crime.

➤ This is the point in Donnie’s life where loyalty vs betrayal became more important to him than right vs wrong.

Prospects and Substance Abuse

➤ Struggling in school would often lead to Donnie skipping class or not showing up to school altogether. His poor performance in high school, on top of the poor amount of opportunities in his rural town, left Donnie with very few options.

➤ Donnie was already pretty disillusioned by life at a relatively young age, due to the lack of opportunities in his rural town and any dream of escapism he had seemed unattainable.

➤ He would smoke weed with his friends when they skipped school and when Donnie became older and accepted any, usually low-paying and physically demanding, job he could find, he would turn to alcohol and other harder substances as a coping mechanisms and a form of escapism.

➤ His drinking and substance abuse would only contribute to his violent and abusive behaviour.

His Sister’s Suicide

➤ Matt was in his mid to late twenties when his little sister took her own life. She was still only a teenager. She was struggling to cope with her own issues that developed from growing up within her toxic and dysfunctional family dynamic.

➤ At this point in his life, Donnie was already struggling with alcoholism and substance abuse as a coping mechanisms for his unfulfilling life, but it would become far worse after losing his sister.

➤ None of his romantic relationships were ever healthy, thanks to a combination of factors such as his abandonment issues, his relationship with violence and his inability to handle his emotions in a healthy manner (to name a few.)

➤ Most of his relationships failed because any potential threat to the relationship or lack of control triggered his anger and insecurities, usually caused by his jealousy or controlling behaviour.

➤ But losing his sister only worsened his toxic and unhealthy behaviour within his romantic relationships.

➤ He would cling tighter to his partners than ever before and that would manifest as manipulation and control. He would isolate his partner from their friends and family, forcing them to be completely reliant on him. Any hint of disloyalty or emotional distance from his partner would trigger violent outbursts.

➤ Donnie views his sister’s death as another one of his failures in life. Blaming himself for not protecting her enough, even though his protection of her had already developed into something that was toxic and overbearing, unknowingly contributing to the number of issues his sister was struggling to cope with.

➤ Donnie always perceived his intentions towards his sister to be good natured, as that’s how they began and honestly she was the one person he genuinely loved the most. Although he never learnt how to nurture and maintain healthy feelings and emotions, resulting in them all becoming warped and toxic. In his mind, he never hurt his sister or contributed to her turmoil.

➤ Therefore, when she took her own life, part of him saw it as a betrayal after all the sacrifices he made to protect her.

➤ The fragile relationship Donnie developed with masculinity, due to the major influences from his high school friends, his mother’s toxic boyfriend’s and the old rural town’s dated attitudes, left him unable to process his grief in a healthy manner—perceiving sadness as weakness. His grief would instead be channelled in bouts of uncontrollable anger and deep, depressive episodes.

Jamie and Jessica parallels

➤ When Jessica’s body is pulled from Donnie’s lake, it gives him flashbacks to seeing Jamie’s body at the river’s edge.

➤ When Donnie becomes a suspect and later charged with Jessica’s murder, questions about his involvement in Jamie’s murder resurface.

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This fiction is for the amazing @someone1348 , they have hit 400 followers! How fucking awesome is that? I'm writing this to celebrate their marvellous achievement, I'm so proud of them <3! We're all so proud of you, K!

A funny matter.

As you know, this is a special fiction for a wonderful friend of mine. We all love our disaster twins. Leo is making jokes, as per usual. But what's that? Did Donnie really find a joke of Leo's funny?

Ler!Leo and lee!Donnie

Warnings: Some swearing. But that's it!

It was a regular day in the lair, well night. The family was sound-asleep. Even April decided to spend the night in the sewers with them, but she got to sleep in her own room that the turtles made for her. You could hear Raph's snoring, it never failed to make Leo laugh.. that's because Leo was awake. Leo quietly snorted hearing his older brother snore. Everyone was asleep apart from him, so he thought.

Donnie too, was awake. Leo as a red-earred slider turtle, only required 5-6 hours of sleep. For which, he already got that sleep. Donnie was working on his battle shell, to make it as good as possible. As many knew, his shell was quite the vulnerable area for the turtle. So in order to protect himself just a little more, he thought making a few upgrades sounded like a good idea. Donnie was careful. He avoided any mutant birds, since he's prey to them. And he'd never fight without his battle shell.

Leo tip-toed into the kitchen, pouring himself a cup of coffee. It was 4 o'clock.. in the fucking morning. It was a daily routine. He'd get his required sleep, then have a coffee at ungodly hours in the morning. He took a sip of said coffee, before hearing a distressed "fuck's sake!" That was the soft-shell turtle alright. 'What in the pizza supreme hell is he doing up?' Leo thought to himself, before making his way to Donnie's room. Something had to be bothering him.

With being sleep-deprived, Donnie struggled to succeed in inventing new inventions without some sort of fail. He'd make a couple more errors than usual when he didn't get enough sleep. Poor Donnie, he accidentally cut the wrong wire, making him throw a screwdriver across his room. "Oh for fuck's sake!" He cursed. Donnie slammed his elbows into his desk, holding his head into his hand.

"Hey buddy, trouble sleeping?"

"What's with the interrogation, Leo? Everything's fine I said!" Donnie snapped.

"Uh huh, can tell." Leo placed his cup down on Donnie's desk, before sitting on his brother's bed. Leo patted the space beside him, signalling Donnie to sit with him. The older sighed, but got up and sat beside his younger sibling. The older let out a sigh.

"Would you like to talk about it?" Leo offered, but the other shook his head in response. Donnie struggled with his emotions, especially with expressing them or being able to communicate with them. Despite Donnie not being the biggest fan on any physical contact, he rested his head onto his brother's shoulder.

Leo was practically in awe. It wasn't every day you saw Donnie being physically affectionate. It was such the sight. All was silent. Too silent, for Leo's liking. The atmosphere was rather heavy. Leo had to lighten the mood up. But how?

"Hey D. I've done some research on some science jokes–" Leo couldn't even finish his sentence.

" 'Nardo, please don't." Donatello interrupted.

LADIES AND GENTLEMEN - THE LEO SMIRK. THE LEONARDO HAMATO SMIRK. The smirk that makes you think, 'oh shit'. The smirk that makes you flush. It's all such a tease. The smirk that makes you realise, he's about to tickle the ever-living-shit out of you.

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"What do you call an acid with an attitude?"

"... Go ahead, I suppose." Oh dear, how bad was this going to be? He loved his science, but how smart was Leo to be telling a joke about science.

"Amino acid!"

Donnie removed his head from Leo's shoulder as he placed his face into his hands. Donnie thought it was sly, but it wasn't. Everyone knew that it meant Donnie found something funny.

"You're doing it again, hermano~."

"What?"

"When you find something funny."

"... I-I aham not finding anything funny." Well done, D. Super convincing! The almsot-emotionless turtle letting out a snicker? Who, what, when, where, and why? Of course, little did Donnie know, Leo was finding this more amusing than beating his brothers at the lair games.

"Well, maybe I could help with that.." THE TEASE WAS IN HIS VOICE, EVEN DONNIE KNEW HE WOULD HE SCREWED. Donnie looked up, eyes widening when looking up at his brother. Leo was already wiggling his fingers at the soft-shell turtle. With that being said, the soft-shell turtle was gone. He scooted back on his bed. He had nowhere to go. Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. The red-earred slider turtle scooted closer to the elder.

As a reflex / defence mechanism, Donnie had his arms across his chest in an 'x' form.

"Oh my beloved hermano, I'm gonna getcha! And quite frankly, there's nothing you can do about it~."

"Leo, I will personally murder you in your fucking sle– EHEHEP!" That was it. Leo targeted Donnie's thighs and knees, hoping it would bring his brother's arms down ( for which it did ). Leo kept squeezing at a rapid pace at Donnie's knees as Donnie kicked his legs and tried pushing Leo's hands away with barely any effort.

"I hahahate yohohou so much!"

"Awh, don't be like that. You know you love it. Tickletickletickletickle!"

Donnie threw his head back and kicked some more before Leo targeted Donnie's stomach. The soft-shell turtle's laughter increased in pitch as his giggles became more frantic.

" 'NARDOHOHO, FUCK OHOHOFF!"

"Well, that's not very nice, mister!" Leo put on a fake scowl before lowering his head down to nibble on Donnie's sensitive stomach.

" 'Om nom nom!"

The noises were so stupid that it made Donnie laugh more. Bloody hell, it tickled so much!

"THIHIHIHIHIS ISN'T AHAHAHA FUNNY MAHAHAHATTER, LEHEHEO!"

"It is not? But you sure are finding something funny. You're laughing your shell off! Is someone's cute, wittle twummy that sensitive? Awh." Leo put on a baby voice, making Donnie's face flush a crimson red.

"Is lwittle Donnie bwushing now?" Leo smirked, now gently tickling under his brother's chin.

"Y-You're thehe wohohorst!" Donnie smiled from ear-to-ear, scrunching his shoulders up and flapping his hands ( happy stims ).

Leo noticed, making him smile softly, too. Looks like his job was done. He made a grumpy Donatello into a happy Donatello. Before finishing his attack on his brother, Leo tickled up and down Donnie's arms ( his melt spot ), skittering his fingers around his wrists up to his muscles.

"Ehe! Yohohohou better sleheheep with one eye ohohohohohohopen, Leo!" Donnie pretended he was mad, but he gave up on squirming. His melt spot made him limp to the attack.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. You love me really." And with that, Leo stopped his playful assault. Donnie, the poor turtle, was a flushing mess. The sight it was! How often do you see a ticklish Donatello blushing?

Leo layed down as he signalled his brother over by patting his chest. Donnie complied as he crawled over to Leo as he slowly lowered his head down onto the slider's chest. The red-earred smiled, noticing almost immediately his brother was falling asleep. The tickles really had tired him out. Donnie looked peaceful and at ease instead of being stiff and tense. Not even ten minutes later, the soft-shell was softly snoring. Following that, Leo began to fall asleep, just knowing his Donnie was relaxed.

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Hey guys! Again, this fic was for the spectacular @someone1348 for their amazing achievement of reaching 400 followers! We're all so proud of you, K! <3

I have seen other requests you guys have sent me, I am working on them! Please be patient with me, I've got a lot going on at the moment.

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He's So Pretty 

Jim Kirk x Reader  CW: distress, angst, romance 

Kirk had no idea you felt the same way for him as he did for you, as you plan to leave Starfleet. Is it all too little too late for the two of you? 

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He felt dead inside, Kirk wouldn't show it but he couldn't stand the fact you were leaving and it hurt even more that he'd never gained the courage to be honest with you. His plan was to have a meeting with you as a farewell in his Captain's quarters before you left the enterprise when they docked in Yorktown to refuel in a few weeks. But he didn't know if he could wait that long, he'd been holding this in for so long it felt like it was begging to be let out. You were too good for him and he knew that his feelings were real because he hardly ever bit his tongue but he was terrified you wouldn't feel the same as him. The only person to ever get his tongue tied, the only person who he would always be looking for in a crowd, it was unexplainable how much he cared about you. But now... now you were leaving and fuck, he wished you knew everything going on in his head. 

"You're gonna kill yourself with guilt if you don't say something," Bones said in a matter of a fact way.

"I am aware, Bones." Jim grinned because he knew how dumb and high school it all was.

"Just tell the damn girl!" Bones exclaimed.

"Oooo. What girl is this!" Both the men jumped at the sound of your voice walking into the bar, they both went silent "Awh come on, is this a boys club conversation?" You put your hands on your hips and Kirk laughed. 

"Something like that, dumbass," Kirk looked up at you and you rolled your eyes before punching his arm.

"You love me really, no matter how many times you insult me. You're gonna miss me!" You reached over the bar and grabbed some vodka making yourself a quick mixed drink. 

"More than you know," Bones muttered so only Jim heard and gave him a look. 

"Right, drink up Cap!" You cheers' with Jim and then both downed what was in your glasses. 

"No cheers for the doctor I see," Bones rolled his eyes and you shook your head 

"Absolutely not letting you run free! I'm just pouring another drink my dear doctor." You poured a vodka shot and looked at Bones who was regretting speaking up. 

"Cheers to that I s'pose!" You and Bones clinked glasses before knocking your heads back. Kirk just looked at you in awe, his eyes looking up in adoration. Bones noticed it first and smiled to himself. 

"What's with the puppy eyes, Kirk?" You teased and Jim very slightly blushed. He thought he hid it well but you couldn't help but think about how pretty he looked. 

The following week, Kirk was mentally planning when to have that meeting with you, he had two weeks left till they docked. That wasn't that much pressure but he'd been holding in these feelings for nearly 6 years and didn't really know what to do if you didn't see him the same way. Kirk had absolutely no idea how you thought of him, he knew you were friends and maybe a bit flirty from time to time but nothing that couldn't be explained by being close friends. I mean Jim flirted with everyone, he was an Aries through and through so it didn't surprise him that regardless of gender he was going to be a bit playful. But with you, he had actual physical reactions and it was like being a teenager with a pathetic crush. You gave him butterflies, you made him nervous blush and hide his face and pretend he hadn't noticed your hand on his arm. 

Kirk couldn't help but believe you knew what you were doing but it seemed so unlikely because you were so confident, you were afraid to tell someone how you felt. Why would you keep your feelings towards him hidden if they were there? 

"Y/n, you've been asked to the Captain's quarters," Nyota told you with a friendly smile. 

"Oh lordy, what kind of going away malarkey has been prepared, I wonder." You grinned at your friend and she raised her eyebrow.

"Oi you, get that mind out of the gutter," you rolled your eyes. "I'm sure it's sweet , he's always been very thoughtful when someone leaves the ship." 

"Oh I'm sure it's very personal…" she winked and you covered your mouth so you didn't laugh. 

"What merriment have you two clowns got into then?" Bones asked as he walked past with some new equipment he'd been testing. 

"You have to be nice to me, Bones. Leaving orders say so," you narrowed your eyes at him, he stopped 

"Oh is that so, Sunshine?" He raised an eyebrow "And on whose authority is that?" 

"The Captains of course, I've been summoned to his quarters for what I can only hope is an attempt to celebrate my leaving without sounding too excited," you laughed and Bones said nothing. 

"Cat got your tongue?" Nyota asked Bones, folding her arms with a smile. 

"Oh not at all, I'm just holding it so I don't gossip like some old woman." Bones raised an eyebrow and you looked at him, puzzled. 

"Well what does that mean then?" You paused and he said nothing "Bones? What are you talking about?" 

"I mean if I can get in on some gossip where Bones is involved then I'm all ears." Nyota let one side of her mouth turn up. 

"You two are out for trouble, look it's not my secret to tell so you'll just have to find out eventually yourselves." Bones gave Nyota a knowing look and you looked between the two of them till Bones looked away. 

"Well what the hell was that?" You exclaimed looking at Nyota. 

"Well now I know you have to go and see Kirk right this second," Nyota leant against the corridor wall and had to put her hand over her mouth to stop herself from laughing. 

"You," you pointed at Nyota, "you are a troublemaker." You laughed and headed off in the direction of Kirk's quarters. 

You had no idea what Bones was on about but deep down you hoped. You'd been pining after Jim for so long it felt like an age, you had known each other for so long that you really didn't think there was any way Jim could've gone this long without revealing his feelings. You got drunk together so often and had never even kissed, he'd never revealed any secrets about his feelings whilst inebriated. Being realistic if Kirk hadn't revealed his feelings whilst being drunk it was unlikely he had those thoughts in his head, he was so easy to get secrets out of when drunk. But you couldn't help thinking about the weird interaction between the three of you a minute ago, what did they know that you didn't? 

You knocked three times of Jims door and held the sides of your skirt with your thumbs pressing against your fingers through the fabric. It was so damn frustrating how nervous you were when you could just be walking into a normal and civil meeting. Getting your hopes up was a dangerous activity especially when it came to heartbreakers like Jim Kirk. 

"Y/n!" Jim exclaimed, opening the door with a big smile, he stood back and let you step in. 

 "To what do I owe the pleasure." You looked around the room you'd been in often and considered that you might never see it again. 

"Come sit," he gestured to the sofa with a bottle of wine on the table and two glasses. "Your departure has made me think about a lot of things." As you sat down Jim began pouring. 

"What kind of things Kirk?" You narrowed your eyes. 

"It's hard to determine, I mean definitely thinking of the past" Kirk carried on for a while, talking in what you would call filler but you weren't listening. He looked so fucking pretty, his eyebrows moving every now and then, his hair a bit ruffled after he had got changed. Jim was so so pretty and you didn't know how to focus on anything else, watching his lips move you just wanted to shut him up and kiss him. 

"Y/n?" You snapped out of it "Do you know what I mean?" Kirk asked and you had to think for a moment about what would be a neutral reply so a question you hadn't heard any of. 

"....yes?" You said in a curious tone and Jim laughed. 

"You weren't listening were you," he smiled and you giggled. 

"Not my fault you look so pretty," you mumbled into your glass as you took a drink, you thought it was quiet enough but Jim had heard and he almost choked on the wine in his own mouth. 

"Was that a compliment I just heard?" Jim tried to play it cool but his voice cracked on the last word and you burst out laughing. 

"Okay well now you deserve no explanation if you can't even get through puberty properly." You smiled at him and he raised an eyebrow.

"Well I'm not the one who thinks I'm pretty, am I. Hmm?" Jim teased. 

"Well, I'M not the one who can't speak without sounding like a pre-teen." You shot back, jokingly narrowing your eyes at him. 

"You're a little shit, you know that?" Jim asked, placing his glass down. 

"Well you won't have to put up with it for too much longer will you," you joked and a silence fell between the both of you, joking like this had made Kirk forget about that fact "Are you okay, Kirk?" 

You looked deep into his eyes and it took all his willpower not to take your face in his hands and kiss you. Instead he stood up and walked around the room, hands on his hips he sighed. 

"Well now I know you're not alright," you paused and stood up, there was a distance between you both and you were slowly closing it down "What's wrong?" You asked at almost a whisper.

Kirk turned around and you were only a few steps away from him, his eyes were unreadable but looked deep into yours. He closed off the gap between the two of you and took you into a deep hug, you were caught off guard but didn't stop him. Instead you wrapped your arms around him just as tightly and leant your head on his shoulder. Closing your eyes the moment felt like forever and you didn't want to let go because it would mean you leaving him was something real. Kirk's hand went up to the back of your neck and slowly stroked your hair. The affectionate action could have made you cry if you weren't so determined to not reveal to him how you felt. 

"There's something I need to tell you, Y/n." Kirk said near your ear and you drew apart, still holding onto his arms

"What is it?" You looked into his eyes and tried to read them, glancing down at his lips you bit the inside of his cheek. 

"I've loved you ever since I've known you, Y/n. I can't help it and- and I've tried to show it but fuck, you won't let me. I can't think straight when you're around me and I've been pining after you for so long it doesn't even feel real that you're leaving now," Kirk's eyes held so much emotion you feared you might fall into them. How…how was this real? 

The silence had been considerable now and you didn't know what to do, your mouth slightly open and staring into his eyes. You couldn't find the words so you just hugged him again, closer than before. Jim held the back of your head, scared you'd slip away forever. You mumbled something against his shoulder and he perked up. 

"What was that?" He whispered and you turned your head to lay your cheek on his shoulder. 

"I can't believe this has happened, I- fuck. I wasn't expecting it," You whispered and it made Kirk so anxious that he just held you until you'd eventually slip away. 

"You can leave whenever you want," Kirk told you and you really did feel like you could but you didn't want to. Kirk may have been holding you but only because you allowed it to be so. 

"What if I don't want to?" You asked, slightly pulling away from his shoulder and looking into his eyes with a smile. 

"What?" Jim whispered, not believing what you were saying.

"What if I don't think what you're saying is crazy," you let your hands run down his arms till you were holding his hands "I don't know what you know about how I feel o-or how I…" you trailed off trying to find your words "But my feelings aren't so far from yours."

"You're making me fucking hope for something now," Kirk grinned. 

"Oh shut up, talk like the normal Jim, please. I'm not used to you being all soppy." You teased, leaning forward to kiss him on the cheek. 

"You mean say something like how fucking highschool this all is?" Jim gripped your hands before looking down at your lips and back to your eyes. 

"I mean I'm not surprised you come neatly packaged up with some drama." You raised an eyebrow and he just rolled his eyes. 

"Oh do shut up," he let go of your hands and put them on either side of your face before leaning forward and kissing you. 

You rested your hands on his forearms, leaning into the kiss as a warmth spread into your stomach. It was almost unbelievable that this morning neither of you knew how the other really felt and honestly you found it extremely endearing how honest Jim was. 

"All the planets, places and people to see but all I wanted was you," Jim whispered when you drew apart and leant your foreheads together. You smiled and looked at him, he looked so lovely, all happy and pink cheeked. 

"You're so pretty," you paused and he laughed "No I mean it, just so pretty." You trailed off and looked into his eyes, you could only imagine what they would look like in between your thighs…

"Someone's getting distracted by a thought, you've got that glazed over look." Jim narrowed his eyes. 

"Ohhhh, nothing…" you turned around and pulled his hand with you "Just how much prettier you'd look going down on me. You know, nothing that exciting." You sat down on the sofa and held your wine in your hand as you crossed your legs. Bringing the glass to your mouth you raised an eyebrow and Kirk ran his tongue along his top set of teeth, thinking. 

"I mean I can't say what it would look like from your point of view, but seeing you like that would be angelic," he walked towards you and knelt down Infront of you.

"Guess you'll just have to prove it won't you," You were teasing him now but Jim didn't seem to mind. 

Jim was running his hands up your thighs until he met the hem of your dress, moving his hands inwards till they met the crossover of your legs. 

"We could test your theory, you know, for research." He gave you a shit eating grin and you uncrossed your legs, leaning down to be face to face with him. 

"Come on then pretty boy, prove your worth to me." You whispered and he looked so damn excited he could burst, you always suspected Kirk had a submissive streak. 

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(SPOILER WARNING! GO WATCH ON NETFLIX FIRST IF YOU DON'T WANT SPOILERS!) So I watched an anime movie called Words Bubble Up Like Soda Pop...

...And the male lead, Cherry, is SO AUTISTIC CODED and I relate to him so much!

This is him...first off, the headphones around his neck aren't used AT ALL for listening to music. He uses them SOLELY for blocking out loud noises and to give himself the APPEARANCE of listening to music just so people don't talk to him. I do this often as well, though I do also use mine for music if too much noise gets through. He gets visibly overwhelmed and is quick to put on his headphones when it gets too loud (so am I), like in this scene where Mr. Fujiyama is talking too loud for him.

You can see that he's clearly distressed by this, and when it happens again later, he even TELLS Mr. Fujiyama that he's too loud after he quickly puts his headphones back on. When he meets Smile, he bluntly points out her braces (I watched the sub, and he just stares at her braces and says the word 'braces', I don't know about the dub), which causes Smile to run away since she is self-conscious about her buck teeth and braces. Cherry also doesn't make eye contact as much as a "normal" person would, speaks with a quieter, more monotone voice than the other characters, and talks as little as he possibly can, because he is not good at talking and gets extremely anxious when he has to talk to people he isn't comfortable with. When Smile calls him to find her phone after their phones accidentally get switched, Cherry freezes up and can't speak, he can't even ANSWER the call because of his anxiety, leaving his friends to do it for him. This is just like me, I freeze up in social situations all the time, and I am physically incapable of talking on the phone without freezing up to anyone but my grandma and my mom, my mom has to do all the phone stuff for me because I have panic attacks over making phone calls.

(He's so anxious about the call, just look at him freaking out...he's seriously just like me, I freeze up on the phone too.)

When he has to recite his haiku in front of everyone, he also freezes up and takes several deep breaths before reading it as quickly as possible and then saying that haiku is a WRITTEN art form, and that it shouldn't have to be read out loud, before putting his headphones back on and sitting down, clearly embarrassed...and that's only two situations where he gets anxious. Also, when he's nervous/embarrassed, his WHOLE BODY turns tomato red.

(You can't see it in this image, but he is actually red like this ALL THE WAY DOWN TO HIS FEET!)

Speaking of haiku, Cherry writes haiku in order to better express himself, and it seems to be his special interest, as he is knowledgeable of haiku poets and their work, and lights up when he talks about it in a scene where Mr. Fujiyama recites random haiku to kinda quiz Cherry...? At least, that's how I interpreted that scene, and Cherry was correct in his answers. He keeps a haiku dictionary in his phone case, which makes it look like a brick in comparison to everyone else's, and the dictionary belonged to his dad originally, but, because his dad supports Cherry's love for haiku, he gave it to him. His mom also supports his haiku writing, and even likes all the haiku he posts online, much to his embarrassment. He also uses it to confess to Smile at the end of the movie, while still being incredibly anxious and his whole body still being that same tomato red color, it is a very sweet scene and for me personally, it was cuteness overload. He confessed to her in a very socially awkward way, using his special interest of haiku to recite some he made about her, and I know some people might find it a bit cringe, I thought it was adorable watching him struggle initially, but eventually build up the courage to express his love in the only way he knew how. I relate to this as I have always been much better at expressing myself and communicating through creative writing than actually speaking, I use creative writing to process basically anything...from things that happen in life to my own complicated emotions (I have alexithymia, which is sometimes referred to as emotional blindness, meaning 99% of the time, I have no idea how I'm feeling about anything, and this also extends to not knowing how other people are feeling as well...this is why I watch anime, because the expressions are much easier to read due to the much more expressive character design, particularly the eyes). Creative writing can help me figure out the emotions I'm trying to process, as well as just help me get my point across in a much clearer and easy to understand way...just like how writing haiku helps Cherry understand his feelings and express himself better.

(Look at him, he's trying his best and it's honestly adorable in my opinion.)

We see Cherry grow closer to Smile over the course of the movie, and I personally knew he was comfortable around her when he was finally able to take off his headphones when around her, because I'm very much the same way. If I take off my headphones around someone, it's a sign of trust, security, and affection, and it seems to be the same for Cherry. One day while walking with Smile, she points out that he's not wearing his headphones, and he replies that he doesn't need them anymore. I thought this was adorable and a good way to show that Cherry feels comfortable around Smile.

Throughout the movie he tries to tell her that he's moving away, but is either unable to bring himself to tell her or gets interrupted by someone or something else. Eventually, Smile finds out anyway and is very upset since she wanted to see the fireworks at the festival together with Cherry. Cherry obviously is DISTRAUGHT when Smile sadly continues the walk back home alone with only a "Take care", and as she walks away he tries to reach out one more time, but can't speak anymore and the world gets louder and louder until Cherry finally puts his headphones back on to make it all stop. He holds his hands over his headphones as he sinks to his knees right there where he's standing and completely breaks down shaking and crying...it's like he's having an implosive meltdown...and as someone who has both explosive and implosive meltdowns myself, I can definitely say that my implosive ones do at times resemble Cherry's breakdown in the movie, as I will also hold my hands over my headphones and put more pressure on them, and/or curl into myself or go completely into the fetal position and cry.

(He's trying to reach out, but can't and he's clearly frustrated with himself...)

(And here comes the breakdown...poor Cherry 🥺)

This scene broke me...hearing everything get louder and louder until Cherry put his headphones on and it all went quiet, and then hearing nothing but his cries for the rest of the scene with the volume increasing as it went on...yeah...I felt that to the core...the sensory experiences with the sound design in the movie really made me feel what Cherry was feeling, and it was so relatable too.

I think that's enough now, I've gone on long enough as it is, and even though I jumped around through the movie scenes in this post, I hope you can still understand it okay. This is my first attempt at a headcanon-supportive character analysis (and actually a character analysis in general), so I hope I did alright. I just wanted to express my love for my new comfort character, Cherry, because he's adorable and relatable and I love characters like that. Words Bubble Up Like Soda Pop can be found on Netflix. Personally, I think it's really underrated and it's a very sweet slice-of-life movie about two insecure teens and how they spend their summer together. There's nothing TOO heavy in it and I like the characters, the animation, and the color palette is very interesting and fun. All in all, it's an easy one for me to watch, and having a comfort character in it in the form of Cherry just adds to its appeal for me.

I hope you don't mind how different this post is from my usual Pokemon-related stuff, but I just had to make this because I relate to Cherry so, SO much. I'll be back with more Pokemon stuff next time though, so don't worry 😅

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@albertbutyoucancallmebert

(Previous) Bert came down from his panic as he learned that, no, Teddy did not just escape a blood sacrifice in a demonic ritual. Still, it pained Bert more than anything to see how beaten down, weary, and scared his dearest friend was. And he was sick of seeing him like this. He sorted out the details in his mind to make the situation clearer for himself. So Teddy is basically their new tailor, he’s making that scumbag’s mitre since Commander Peepers shot it off his head, and once he finishes it, then there’s going to be a big ritual. Okay. That didn’t exactly explain his arm, but Bert could guess that he got thoroughly beaten up. By who and what for? Bert shoved a pile of wires resting on a stool onto the floor and brought it over to Teddy to sit next to him. He desperately wanted to provide comfort, but wasn’t sure how. He thought about maybe following Teddy’s example of physical comfort, the way he gave really nice hugs, but… With how injured he was, hugging him wasn’t a good idea. Plus he was trying to not be overly intimate with him… So Bert awkwardly but gently patted him on the head, and spoke softly. “I’m really sorry it’s been so rough… I wish I could do more to help but it feels like even the slightest move that comes from me would only rock the boat.” Bert leaned his head into his hand. “May I ask who did this? Anyone I know…?”

Teddy allowed himself to decompress as Bert’s gentle pats and soft words brought him back from the verge of tears. Nothing had changed. Yet he allowed himself to enjoy the illusion of safety for a moment.

“This helps,” It still bothered him how Bert’s comfort came at the cost of distressing him but... What could he do? He knew for a fact that he hated being kept in the dark more.

Answering his questions— including those which remained unasked— was the least he could do. He shook his head as he answered the easiest of all with, “Probably not.”

It took a bit for Teddy to compile his thoughts. Eventually he hesitantly said, “...There’s this one Glornist named Thomas I’ve been worried about. He’s just too...”

Teddy paused to sigh. “...Nice. Nice enough that there was only one reason to keep him alive...” Then he kept his eye shut as he rested his head against his good arm.

“Somehow I was still arrogant enough to think that I could save him... Except I put it off because its hard to approach a guy you usually avoid to go,” He scowled and swapped to a sarcastic tone as he grew more agitated.

“Hello! If you don’t either dirty up your act or fake your death you’ll be ritually murdered! Here’s how I, known natural shady creep, can help!”

Teddy glowered at a stray beaker left on the desk. “So I tried to earn his trust first, but that..,” He sighed as he closed his eye. “...only made it worse...”

The air became dead as he recalled how even Thomas, one of the most naïve people he knew, couldn't believe that he had good intentions. “Eventually I just cut to the chase and it, well...” His voice quickened and he started to idly rub his finger against the counter.

“I heard him pray to Grop after I made him cry so I tried to give him contact info for them and urged him to leave but then he showed up Slornday anyways and I didn’t know that Sam and Cyrus were already investigating him for being a Gropist and for a bit I thought they heard everything and Sam was gonna accuse me of being one too and-”

Teddy was forced to stop working himself into a panic just long enough to take a breath and pressed his fist against his forehead to ward off an oncoming headache. “It was just Thomas but I still had to use my backup plan before our meeting came out under torture and they sacrificed me too so I told everyone that I was working with them and claimed that I was trying to set him up so he’d find other Gropists on the ship but I told him about Eve because I found out she became a Gropist after what happened to Dawn when I was in the medbay and I may have sealed her fate too and-”

Another sharp inhale. “But I didn't know that Sam was trying to frame Thomas as an infiltrator taking down the Glornch becausethat'slikewanderbeingaslysndcraftygenius so they got mad that they couldn't use the dramatic presentation they prepared but... I think Thomas bolted before they could start because... he thought I was the evil... mastermind anyways and-”

That was as far as he got before he lost the wind for a long-winded rant. While he was recovering he searched the room as well as he could without lifting his heavy head.

Where was Sherri Jr? Because he could really use the big lug right about now...

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Coinless Bulk + Washing their wounds.

Considering his origins as a loud, flashy, boisterous, and self-centered teen, no one could have predicted that Farkas Bulkmeir would become such a mother hen. Or rather he was akin to a momma bear and the remaining Rangers were the tiny cubs huddled behind the massive, hulking creature.

Seeing the aftermath of Lord Drakkon’s birth, when the injured, terrified, and grief-stricken heroes curled into themselves in shock, had brought out a fierce and aggressive protectiveness, Bulk hadn’t thought possible. With the Rangers unable to give commands or make decisions, the former bully had taken it upon himself to nimbly round up survivors and secret them away to safety. Silently, people had followed this boy who seemed so sure of himself and what needed to be done.

At times, Bulk had scooped up small children, too exhausted or fearful to walk and hoisted them upon his back or shoulders, never seeming to tire himself.

But, honestly, he didn’t have the time. Later would come and he would be able to rest and process everything had happened.

Skull agreeably acted as his second set of eyes, alerting him to signs of distress or incapacitation amongst the group. The lanky teen’s keen sense of what lay hidden behind a person’s eyes had been invaluable to helping them. Bulk felt he couldn’t have done this without his best friend.

By the time they had found a place to rest, the hour was late, it was raining, and nerves were shot from evading Drakkon’s minions.  Considering the number of people in the group, Bulk had sought out a place large enough to accommodate everyone. Unfortunately, that place happened to be a former mental hospital.

Skull couldn’t even bring himself to crack a joke at the cosmic insult this place of refuge represented.

To Bulk, it was merely an old brick building, remade into an assisted living center, that had the ability to shelter the entire group with a source of food and a means to prepare it. It also had medical supplies, bandages, splints, ice packs, dressings. That made it perfect in his eyes.

After the group had filed in and gathered in the dining hall, only daring to use the illumination of a few small flashlights, Bulk made his way through the throng of people, seeking out those who were injured. Initially, the number appeared to be small and most minor in nature.

But those were the civilians.

Finding where Zack, Billy, Trini, and Kimberly had gathered took some time as they weren’t up to dealing with the numerous questions, accusations, and judgements of those who now knew their true identities. They were unable to respond to even the simplest of comments. When Bulk finally tracked the Rangers to a small conference room off the main hall, they could only stare at him as he asked about their injuries.

Giving a small huff, he leaned down and gently guided Trini up from where she crouched on the floor behind the wooden podium. Her eyes were glossy and reddened, tears tracking long scalded trails down her cheekbones. She held her arm tucked against her chest reflexively and Bulk could see several bloody gashes marring her smooth skin.

Trini was the first he’d taken back to be ‘treated.’  Passing Skull in the hallway, he stopped and nodded toward the dining hall.

“Everyone in there seems to be fine considering the circumstances. But we need to get some food in them. Go to the kitchen and start prepping some vegetables, preheat the oven. I’m going to take care of these guys first, then I’ll be in to help you,” he advised.

Skull nodded, proud to be in a position to help although it was rather odd.

“You got it, Bulky!” he said with a salute. Looking at the Yellow Ranger’s absent expression, he tugged at Bulk’s leather jacket.

“Is she ok?”

Looking down at the top of Trini’s dark hair, Bulk could only shrug.

“They all have injuries that need treating. But physically I think overall they are alright,” he answered, emphasizing the word ‘physically.’

Swallowing sadly, Skull slowly turned to head to the kitchen, the little flashlight lighting his way.

That night, he’d dressed all their wounds, the ones to their physical bodies anyways. Bulk felt he didn’t do a half-bad job, lack of training and all. Each Ranger had responded differently to being doctored.

Trini remained silent throughout her care, only sniffing occasionally in the dark. She was like a small, naked baby bird, vulnerable even to the wind.

Billy had been rather chatty, his brain continuing to analyze anything and everything that had gone wrong. Like it could make any difference now. Bulk would have loved to have his help with this ‘medical stuff’ but the Blue Ranger was stuck in a loop over a situation past mending or changing.

Kimberly had become enraged, screaming and tearful, crying buckets for her ‘big brother,’ Jason. She alternated between her grief and her anger, swinging wildly as if from a chandelier, spitting vows of vengeance. Skull had knocked on the door to check in as she had been so loud and vocal, he could hear her from the kitchen.

Zack was stoic and trying his best to be practical. Technically, he was the Red Ranger’s second in command and felt he needed to pull himself together and handle Lord Drakkon immediately. He too desired swift vengeance. But seeing Jason’s shattered helmet clutched in the monster’s grip had also shattered something in his spirit.

Lacerations disinfected and bandaged, slings placed, and pain medication administered, Bulk finally found his way to the kitchen prep area. Surprisingly, Skull had managed to start a rather sound meal of vegetables and some type of meat he’d located in the fridge. The aroma permeating the air was actually delicious and he realized for the first time how hungry and exhausted he was.

Bulk collapsed into a hospital bed that night and slept so deeply, he awoke feeling as if the whole shitshow had been a dream.

No dice.

So, he became the de-facto protector, chef, doctor, shrink, teacher, and leader. He gathered his Ranger babies around him with a large, clawed paw and dared anyone to try something.

It didn’t stop them from eventually losing Billy to that fucking dick, Drakkon. The Blue Ranger’s death profoundly altered something in Skull, who decided to bravely enter the palace, join the Red Sentries, and spy on that crazy fucker. He had still retained some of his witty spark as he departed the group, but something was now missing and lost forever.

Kimberly disappeared one day, much to Bulk’s anguish. Obviously off to end Drakkon, everyone knew she most likely would perish. If the Red Ranger succumbed to Drakkon, surely the little pink girl was no match.

The Ranger Slayer proved more horrifying than a swift death.

Miraculously, Kimberly had returned to them. Broken in a deeper way than when she left but steadfastly holding herself together, proudly announcing Drakkon’s death. Bulk fiercely protected her from the angry mob, again asserting his aggressive mamma bear persona to any who dared threaten her harm.

Taking over that psychotic motherfucker’s palace and making it their own was supposed to be a symbol. No one could have prepared them for what, or who, was lurking behind the door to his bedchambers. A whirlwind of rage, fury, and animalistic aggression, Drakkon’s pet had set upon them like a fox in the hen house. Only by pure luck had Bulk managed to land a debilitating blow to the back of the man’s skull, knocking him unconscious.

Once heavily restrained upon a medical table, Bulk set about the task of treating the unknown pet’s injury. He’d felt bad he had to do that, but truly there had been no choice. Carefully assessing Red, as Skull advised was the pet’s name, Bulk had also been the one to realize who this man really was.

“Kimberly! This is Jason! Red is Jason!” he practically shrieked, causing Red to rouse and begin a torrent of wrathful cursing and wild threats.

Unfortunately, he was deep in the grips of some psychotic episode brought about from being isolated alone with Fuckface for two decades.

Looking back now, Bulk realized he’d washed and treated all the Ranger’s wounds. All the physical ones. The mental ones were there to stay.

[ask-healthy-light]

As they pointed to the different described events in the books, Light continued, and told them that though this Darkness was evidently only in the Unseen, in the Spirit Realm, all the affected Ponies were eventually physically taken over by this darkness, and turned into a different being, one more great and terrible, which wanted to spread more darkness around the land for reasons they knew not.

Both of their associates scoffed and started to explain to them why this was so, but they could not utter more than a few words before they stopped themselves, for they had realised they did not know why; after this, Light asked Discord why he made the land so colourful and chaotic during his rule, to which the Draconequus boastfully replied he wanted to make all the land his very own playground.

That, Light loudly exclaimed, was the key difference between the beings who had been Plagued by the Darkness, and Discord himself, for they served a greater goal: to darken Equestria, to drain all of its lights, and spreading their corrupting influence over greater areas and more free peoples; yet, Discord's complete takeover of the land and its subsequent chaotic transformation, was for himself.

Because of this, not only did they think that Discord was not borne from any being that was plagued by the Darkness, but this Darkness was created by some foul master with some dark goal in mind, who had created the plague in the Unseen, becoming invisible to all but the most powerful beings in the land, though one could only guess who this evil creator was, or why they tried to attain this goal.

Silence fell in the Hall as the trio considered Light's thoughts, until Discord quietly whispered a moment later that this could be the reason why out of all the villains, be they Pony or not, he was one of the few who was redeemed; all the Ponies who had been Plagued were either utterly destroyed, cast into Nothingness, or had returned to their true selves, even if there was a remnant remaining.

The Lord of Chaos turned away from the two to tell the group in the Spirit Realm of their findings, whereafter he asked them if they knew of anybody in history who would have the power, knowledge, or intent to create such a terrible plague; in the Spirit Realm, as Discord spoke with Nox through the Amulet, she passed on the message from the Waking Realm to the others, and repeated their question.

To their relief, their close proximity to one another greatly increased their capacity to repel the Shade and its apparent Master, who ceased their attacks on the Aura for some time, giving both Grim and Starswirl much-needed time to regain their strength, as well as the opportunity to discuss what their allies in the Waking Realm had told them about all the Affected or Plagued Ponies in history.

As Luna quietly turned away and sat down closer to the border, Cadance nestled herself in Shining's embrace, and Starswirl held his Wizard's hat to his chest, while the others in the group spoke with each other; the Pillars, the Mane Six, and all the Ancients knew at least something about every one of the affected Ponies, yet none of them knew of anyone who was vile enough to create such a thing.

None but Celestia noticed that her Sister, her Niece, and her Mentor were in quiet distress, as Nox was too busy acting as a gateway between the Realms, and it took but a moment for her to understand wherefore they felt like this; so when the Shadows crept closer again, all the Pillars and Mane Six leapt into action, while Celestia asked Nox to send a message to their friends in the Waking Realm.

As almost all of the wisest were too busy to discuss with her, either facing off against the Shade, or dealing with a great internal struggle with which she hoped she could help, she had to make sure the others knew her thoughts; before her Sister's banishment, Discord's petrification, the Empire's disappearance, even before the Pillars vanished, there was another great threat to the whole World.

"Look to the Northern Mountains… I hope the legends are true, yet I also hope they are not…"

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Best Cassie & Cordell Scene Analysis

Being partners, Cassie and Cordell get a lot of screentime together. Because of this, picking just one great scene of them together isn't an easy task. However, I have to agree with the consensus on this poll that them talking and planning what to do about Cordell's current situation at the convenience store in 3x15 is one of the best.

Following the explosion at the safe house, Cordell is on the run from the rangers, local law enforcement, and the FBI. Being suspect number 1, he can't exactly go home or talk to any of his friends at ranger HQ, so he fled the scene of the explosion and drove until he ran out of gas. He knew he needed to hunt down Kevin and bring him in if he wanted any hope of proving his innocence. But Cassie, being the great partner she is, wasn't about to let him do that without backup, so she tracked him down behind the FBI's back. She found him at a gas station and they went into a convenience store to talk about what happened and what they needed to do from there.

Ignoring all the dialog for a moment, I cannot get over all the touches in this scene. This is the only scene in which Cordell and Cassie are equally touchy with each other. Usually Cassie is the only one doing the touching or at the very least, she's initiating them. Cordell tends to be more reserved with his physical affection, only reaching out when one or both of them is in some kind of distress (still freaking out about how he cradles her whole hand when taking the keys to the lockbox from her in 3x05. You know, when they think it's a bomb and they're about to die.) In this scene, there are times when he's practically clutching onto her, though whether it's for comfort or because he's running purely on adrenaline is up for debate.

(Also I have to laugh a little at how hard it is for Cordell to hide here.)

Now, getting into the meat of this scene.

Cordell and Cassie are both shaken up by what happened earlier (in more ways than one). Cassie is mostly concerned for Cordell and where his head his at. The first thing she asks is what he was thinking when he ran off and he has to explain everything Julia told him, how she died, and how he found out they made him suspect number one. It's difficult for him to talk about it, stuttering every few words, and we can see the anger dripping out of Cassie as she turns more sympathetic and understanding. She knows how this looks; it looks like a corrupt ranger killed the journalist that was about to blow the whistle on him.

Which brings them both to the horrifying realization that it seems like Kevin plotted all of this from the beginning. He inserted himself into their lives just for this moment to happen.

This prompts Cassie to ask what Cordell's next move is. She wants to help but she also knows he needs to be the one calling the shots. Kevin is trying to ruin him and Cordell needs to be the one to stop him because they won't get help from anyone else.

The only thing she contradicts him on is that he's fine. She knows he's not fine. Ignoring the emotional distress, he was in close proximity to an explosion. Her big concern now is his physical wellbeing and how badly he needs rest. Thankfully, he listens to her and Cassie takes charge from there, buying prepaid phones for them to keep in touch so he can tell her his next move.

And then, she has to return to ranger HQ. She tells him to be careful and that she'll let him know if she finds anything else out. She seems reluctant to leave, but she doesn't have any other choice. They can't be seen together and she needs to do what she can to keep the FBI off his trail.

This is such a rough moment for both of them. They're both still reeling from eveything Kevin did to them but they don't have time to stop and process. They have to keep moving or he'll get the upper hand, again. But Cassie is there for Cordell and she won't let him forget it. And that's probably what I love most about this scene, how she refuses to let him be alone (or more than six inches away from her).

This is also another great example of how these two are able to keep themselves calm for each other. Similar to the Luncheon scene, where Cassie goes from spiraling over seeing Kevin again to keeping it together to support Cordell when he sees Julia, she's able to tamp down her anger to support Cordell during his time of need.

[shejustcalledmeafish]

you know me, you put amnesia on the list and i'm gonna ask for it

Idk why I’m spoiler warning for something no one gives a shit about but us anyway this takes place after the bonkers shit that happened in dark gallifrey three so

It took John a while to realize what had happened. He had far more immediate changes to deal with. With all of time and space in his head, he didn’t notice the absence of his personal history. He was far more concerned with exploring the changes to his body, and exploring them with his new lover, who had all the same knowledge in their head, but had yet to explore any of the universe.

John was delighted to show them everything good about a bit of bravery, and about pleasure on a physical level. On a psychic level, however, John had to admit he was the student. Not that it was hard to complain, not when they fell into each other and something was filled he could have never realized was missing. His lover had missing parts as well, the internal architecture jettisoned by the Master, and he could feel their pleasure at the melding, together being more than they could be alone.

But it couldn’t stay perfect forever. Eventually, with the power of the place they did not discuss fading, he settled into a sort of hybrid state. The time traveling ability remained, which made sense given how often he had traveled through the vortex. But his body became simply human again, if far more durable than before, and his omnipotence faded, at least within the four walls. But his lover’s examination had revealed no signs of further aging. John was both disappointed and relieved. This new form, he could love, it was himself after all. But there was a strange disconnect now from his lover.

It helped when they took on a permanent human form, feeling the same distance, wanting to remain close. John had kept his opinions as to the specifics of that form to himself, his lover was beautiful no matter what form they took, their first meeting had proved that. Although in a few years he would be renegotiating the mustache.

They only had each other after all, so few TARDISes existed now after the Time War, a world John had always existed in, one that his love was surprised to discover. But they made do. They kept hidden from the Doctor, from the Master, from anyone who would care about a rogue TARDIS and TARDIS-lite running about. John didn’t care. There was no one in the universe for him to care about except his lover.

It wasn’t until his lover pointed out to him that humans had a past in the way that TARDISes didn’t that John realized that maybe something had happened. It had been easy to forget given his transformation, but before his lover had changed his body, the Imbomination had tried her best to take his mind.

And she has succeeded. When John sat down and tried to actually think about his past, it was only semantics. He had knowledge of places and times without knowing why or how. As far as he could tell, his episodic memory began when he had first heard of… you know. He’d gone to Braxiatel University, enrolled in Benny’s course to begin a slow seduction of the lovely and knowledgeable archeologist, and then well. Those memories he had in technicolor.

But parents? Old lovers? Friends? He had no clue. All the sexual techniques he’d taught to his lover as soon as they’d escaped, they were in his head divorced from any individual experiences. It was deeply unsettling, and he could see his distress in his lover’s face, their practice in showing human emotions impressive as much as it was only making John feel worse.

He had known it all once, but only now that the power had left him did he know he should have sought it out. But he did the second best thing, or maybe the worst thing. He asked his lover to give him the facts of his life, to try and restore his past to him. It was a mistake.

John knew he hadn’t been a good person. But to have his life laid out of him in this way, like he was watching a film, unable to access what the fuck he had been thinking as he saw himself kill again and again. He knew he wasn’t above violence, and murder. He’d shared that with his lover, and they’d found times and places for it, the benefits of having all of reality.

But there was so much of it in his past, and so much of it for the love of one man. A man he didn’t know existed now. He had never felt that love for this so-called Jack Harkness. All he could see was a pretty face, and hear the words exchanged between them. But this man was key to his history, that much was clear.

He didn’t mean to travel without his lover. But he closed his eyes obvious and opened them again to stare at Jack Harkness’s shocked face. And he glowed in a way John knew he couldn’t have loved before because only his new heritage actually let him see what a living fixed point looked like. Even so, he was exquisite. He knew how he could have loved him.

“John? How did you get in here? Did I hear a TARDIS?” And then they both heard it again as John’s lover followed him, landing at his side and shooting him an exasperated and nervous look. “Who’s this? What’s going on?”

“It’s a long story,” John said. “But you might be able to fill in some of the blanks.” But even as he said it, he doubted his words. What he wanted, even a TARDIS couldn’t give back to him. His past was gone. Devoured. But he felt his lover at his side, their hand coming to rest on his shoulder. What he’d lost didn’t matter. What mattered was what he did now. And Jack Harkness was looking like a very good option for something to do.

[ultramagicalternate]

ULTRAMagic Interval Chapter 1

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Will was having a fairly pleasant dream that night. He had been whisked away back to his childhood, coming home from the store with a new toy. The world of the dream was incredibly odd and the toy could have only existed in the dream, but Will did not care. He was happy and that was all that mattered. Just as he was about to arrive home and wake up, something changed.

The happy-go-lucky atmosphere was replaced with a foreboding and ominous haze of uncertainty. Will could feel how wrong things had become, the bizarre sensation of not being able to wake up filling him with dread. The wind howled past him, chilling him to the bone as he found himself in a field of cracked ground and dead grass. Turning around, he saw what looked like a ghost in the distance. Its details were too vague to make out at first, but it quickly did not matter as it started to run towards him. Feeling an intense wave of fear overwhelm him, Will ran away as fast as he could.

Running in the dream was easier said than done. No matter how far he ran, the ghost was always on the verge of catching him, on top of the dream having bizarre physics. Screaming and maniacal laughter rang out all around the two, drowning out any call for help Will made. All of it was a truly unbearable experience. Will could feel his legs about to give out, but he kept going. A precipice was upon him and he prepared to jump… only to miss the other ledge and plummet into the abyss below.

Naturally Will was making a great deal of commotion and this was sensed by Kyu. Kyu was a strange, child-sized, alien humanoid. The ribbon-like antenna that sat atop his head of pink hair knew something was wrong. Opening Will’s door startled him when he saw his best friend thrashing about, unable to wake up. He immediately went to Sam’s door, pounding on it as hard as he could.

“SAM! HELP!” He called out.

Opening the door was Samantha Devilfay, Will’s girlfriend. She was still in her pajamas (pajama pants and a T-shirt) and her long, brown hair was quite messy. Sam had also heard the commotion and was just about to go check on Will.

“Kyu, what’s going on!?”

“It’s Will. He’s having trouble waking up. Come on!”

Seeing Will in that much distress was a harrowing sight for Sam. “Oh God!” She tried to shake him awake, but it was difficult and ineffective. “Hold on, I got a spell for this!” Sam said an incantation to herself and formed an orb of energy in her hands. Just as she was about to bring it to Will’s head, his arm flew up and knocked it away, ruining her concentration. “No, the spell!”

Kyu groaned in frustration towards the entire situation, but then had an idea. “He’s not going to like this…” What looked like a stinger emerged from the dorsal side of his hand. “But it’s all I can think of.”

“Kyu? What are you doing?” Sam asked, a bit worried.

“This!” Kyu held down Will’s arm and jammed the stinger into it.

The ghost had jumped after Will, not even giving him a break as he fell to his figurative death. Fortunately things changed again, but it was not exactly pleasant. Will felt a sharp, burning sensation in his arm. It then spread all over his body. Unable to take the pain anymore, he was jolted awake.

“OW OW OW!!” Will shouted while trying to catch his breath. “WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT!?” It was unclear if he was referring to the dream or the bee sting.

Sam went and hugged Will as tight as she could. “Will! Don’t worry, everything’s alright now…”

“Sam? Sam!” He hugged back just as tight. “It was horrible, Sam. There was… it was… a gh-ghost… there was a ghost and…”

“Easy, Will. Easy,” Kyu said, trying to calm him down. “Take a breath first, ease your nerves, then talk.”

He did as he was told. “Guys, a ghost was chasing me and I couldn’t wake up. I think it hijacked my dream…”

Sam looked very concerned. “Are you sure about that?”

“Yes, that was too vivid to be a coincidence…”

“Well that’s not a good sign…” Kyu said to himself. “I’ll go get Antonio and the others.”

Upon Kyu leaving, Will took a moment to explain the dream to Sam. She was unsure what to make of it, but was sympathetic regardless. The apparent fact that Will could not properly explain what the ghost looked like was a massive roadblock. To say it exacerbated Sam’s concern was an understatement.

Working up his nerves, Will cautiously stuck his head out into the slightly narrow hallway. It was lined with bedroom doors on both sides and silent, as usual. With Sam by his side, he made his way to the stairs on the far side and went downstairs. The two were greeted by the smell of breakfast being prepared. In the kitchen (which lined the interior of the front wall) was Antonio Pari, their close friend and landlord.

“Will! How are you doing? Holding up alright?”

He exhaled. “Alright, Antonio…” Will replied as he sat down on the couch in the living room, opposite the kitchen.

“I’d give you a hug, but I’m in the middle of making breakfast,” Antonio said as he brushed his red hair aside. It was a little messy. “Sam, hug him for me.”

“Will do!” she happily obliged.

“Buster and Olivia woke up late, so they’ll be over in a minute,” Antonio stated. “I also called Randalph, but it sounds like he’ll be late.”

Will nodded. “That’s fine.”

“Was the dream really that bad?”

“Yeah…”

Antonio began setting up food on the dining table, which was out in the open next to the kitchen. “I knew this area was haunted when I bought these houses, but this is a little ridiculous.”

Will nodded again and looked out the living room window. Across the road was Antonio’s house. They all lived out in the countryside atop a great hill, so they were on their own for the most part. Seeing Kyu coming back with Buster and Olivia made Will feel better. They entered the house as he was getting some pancakes and bacon.

“Will!” Buster exclaimed. “Are you alright?” Buster was a plucky journalist with brown hair and purple eyes. There was always something strange about him, but the group could never place it.

“We’re here for you, Will,” Olivia added. She was also a journalist, with natural silver hair in a bob cut and scarlet eyes. Normally she preferred to put on some light makeup in the morning, but this was a bit of an emergency.

Will swallowed his food and drank some orange juice. “Thanks, guys. Don’t worry, I’m doing better now.”

“He’s still a little jittery, but better,” Sam confirmed.

“Alright, Will,” Kyu said as he got his food. “Tell us everything you can about the dream and…” he paused. “Randalph still isn’t here?”

Just as he said that, someone entered the house. “Sorry I’m late, everyone! Tusk and his boys needed some help with an alchemical experiment.”

Randalph went about his usual greetings and then went for some food. He was quite the odd chap as he was essentially a humanoid goat. Randalph looked close enough to a human, but had upwards horns coming from his head, was covered in dark purple fur, and goat ears curved up from the sides of his head. Specifically he was a Goatman from Limbo, albeit his people had long since moved to the Unlight. Of importance was that he was a seasoned alchemist and a good friend of the group.

Once everyone was ready, Will explained his dream in full. “... and then Kyu stung me and woke me up. Ow…”

Randalph stroked his chin. “I see… was there anything else? Did anything happen before you went to bed, perhaps?”

“Well… I did catch a glimpse of Umuka again. You know, that weird black and purple ghost that’s been following me around as of late?”

This was cause for alarm, especially with Olivia. “Will, dear? You’re not going to be fond of this, but I really think you tell Antares about this.”

Will groaned. “I’d rather not…”

“What’s the matter?” Randalph inquired. “The Liger Brigade is more than equipped to handle a petty ghost. Something like this is a regular Tuesday for the paranormal squad.”

“I haven’t been filing reports like I should…” Will admitted.

Kyu sighed, with the others not being surprised. “I’ll go get your communicator” he said as he went upstairs.

“Will, you really should call Captain Briggs,” Buster reasoned. “If this isn’t an emergency, then you’ll at least get some peace of mind.”

Will knew what was going to happen. “He’s going to reprimand me, I just know it…”

Randalph straightened out his indigo coat. “Will, in the immortal words of Douglas Adams, don’t panic. I’m sure it’ll be fine. And just to be safe with this situation, I’ll go fetch some friends of mine. I’ll be back in a flash, Antonio.”

“Alright then, see you soon,” he replied as Randalph left. “Olivia, be sure to tell your cousin to take it easy on Will,” he requested with a chuckle.

Kyu returned with a compact, cell phone looking device. The cover of it was engraved with the insignia of The Liger Brigade. The brigade themselves were a freelance, military organization that helped keep the world safe, albeit they leaned more into the anomalous and magical threats. Will and Antares were good friends, with the latter drafting the former into the brigade years prior. Antares did not want his friend going into U.S. military service.

Will turned on the communicator and entered a special number that opened up a secure channel. He felt his heart drop when the call was almost instantaneously answered. “Ca-captain Briggs?”

“Private, you’re three reports overdue.”

“I...I know. Antares, this is going to sound really awkward, but I had a bad dream last night…”

Antares did his best to hold back a laugh. “Well normally I’d say this is Ellen’s forte, but I’ll assume it’s pertinent to us given that you contacted me. Private, who are you with right now?”

“Everyone but Randalph.”

“Antares?” said Olivia. “I was the one who suggested the call.”

Antares paused. “I see. So what happened in the dream, Private?”

Will gave him the rundown of everything. Thankfully the others reminded him of Umuka when he nearly forgot to mention him. He then hesitated. “Antares, there’s one more detail to mention, but it relates to file XB-047…”

“That’s not good. Everyone? This is confidential information we need to discuss. Since I trust all of you, do you swear to secrecy on this matter?” Antares waited as everyone accepted. “Alright, go ahead, Private.”

“Now I'm not completely sure about this, but I think the ghost potentially resembled Bethany.”

While Antares took a second to process that, Sam realized something. “Wait, Boyo, did you lie to me?”

“Sorry, Sam. Like he said, this stuff is confidential. To be fair, I wasn’t sure initially…”

“Private?” Antares cut in. “If that’s the case, we’ve potentially got trouble on our hands. I’m not sure what to do right this second, but I’ll open a case for this. Keep me posted and call me with the emergency line if anything else happens, and I mean anything.”

“Roger that, Captain.”

“Very good, Private. And the same goes for all of you. Captain Briggs, over and out.”

Will closed the communicator and took a calming breath. “Well, that went well…”

“So who’s this Bethany person?” Antonio asked, a little worried. “Is she dangerous?”

“Possibly,” Will replied.

“For now, let’s just say she’s an ancestor of Antares and mine,” Olivia elaborated.

Antonio gave a light groan. “I’m starting to regret leaving my demon side back in Inferno…”

“Should we bunker down, maybe?” Buster suggested. “You know, fortify the houses or something similar? Aggressive ghosts are a bit of a new one for me.”

Kyu chuckled. “Well I don’t know how well that would work given that she could walk through walls and whatnot. For now let’s keep our eyes open and don't do anything stupid.”

“No more bee stings?” Will interjected.

“Well it worked, didn’t it?”

Will hesitantly nodded, looking at the slightly red spot on his arm. “Yeah…”

Sam patted him on the back. “Don’t worry, Boyo. I got your back. In fact, I’m going to go tell Ellen while I get dressed, okay?”

“Sure, just keep the Bethany stuff on the down low unless she already knows about it, okay?”

“Of course,” Sam replied as she went up the stairs.

Buster started to head for the front door. “I guess we better go get ready for the day then. Coming, Olivia?”

“Indeed. Don’t worry, Will. Everything is going to be alright, especially now that we have Antares on the case,” she reassured as the two left.

Antonio began cleaning up. “Don’t fret, Will. I’ll keep you safe no matter what.”

“Thanks, Antonio,” Will said as he got up to stretch. 

Kyu’s antennae went wild for a second. “Oh, hello? Just who did Randalph bring with him? Devils? Faustus?”

“You don’t have to knock…” Randalph’s voice said from the other side of the door.

“I’m knocking anyway,” an unfamiliar voice replied.

“Huh, well that’s slightly out of the blue…” Antonio remarked as a knock was heard at the door. “Come on in!” he called out.

Next: Chapter 2

ULTRAMagic Alternate © 2022 William Ford II (ChaoticTempleKnight)

[gimme-gimme-georgie-weasley]

The Boy and The Magpie - Magpie Down (1) [G.W. x Metamorphmagus!Reader]

Summary: George finds himself in the forbidden forest after his broom goes haywire during a rough game of quidditch.

Word count: 1.2k

a/n : i thought of coming up with this series earlier today on the bus lol !!! hopefully i can poop out the next few chapters by the end of the month :D

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 Metamorphmagus -- a witch or a wizard with the rare magical ability to change their physical appearance through sheer will without having to use a Polyjuice potion or a spell. You were a metamorphmagus, and no one else knew of this except for your lifelong bestfriend and dorm mate, Luna Lovegood. You knew of her idiosyncrasies, so you told her. As expected, she accepted you for who you are. After all, she did see nargles and thestrals. What different would her metamorphmagus best friend be?

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 It was the day of the quidditch match between Gryffindor and Hufflepuff, and you were running late. You stood in front of your window and hoisted yourself up onto the windowsill. You pried your window open big enough to squeeze yourself out without raising any suspicion. You quickly transformed yourself into a magpie. The world was now bigger to you. Your window looked like a giant building as the pane towered over your feathery form. Without wasting anymore time, you flew through the tiny gap and into the sky hoping you wouldn’t miss out on any history-making events during that match. 

 You flew through the sky as your tiny wings flapped as fast as they could. You headed straight for the forbidden forest. You found that flying through the forbidden forest took you to the quidditch pitch faster. Your beady eyes took in the view of the forest that was shrouded in mystery. Since it was daytime, only hippogriffs made themselves known. They were beautiful creatures, really. The centaurs were nowhere in sight, much to your relief. You were suddenly snatched away from your train of thought as a vine reached into the air and imprisoned your tiny body in its tight grip. You yelped in shock.

 “What the bloody hell?!” You screamed out in panic. However, to the human ear, you would only sound like a string of chirps blending in with the symphonies of the other birds.

 Now, you were stuck in the forbidden forest with no wand, no broom, no nothing. You were stuck with a vine wrapped around you. How bloody lovely. You were going to miss the quidditch game, the only time you ever got to saw the boy you fancied -- George Weasley.

 Suddenly, a broom shot erratically through the sky. It went in loop-de-loops, zigzags, circles, any shape possible- you name it. You saw a familiar redhead aboard the wild broom. It was George. And he had crashed a few feet away from you with a loud thud. He groaned and stood up, wincing in pain as his landing wasn’t a really soft one per se.

 “Rough game, quidditch.” He laughed to himself.

 Taking this as the opportunity to finally break free from your binds, you started to chirp like your life depended on it. Fortunately, George picked up on your distress signal and followed the source of the incessant chirps. A heavy weight was lifted off your chest as George towered over you. He looked pleasantly surprised to discover a magpie, his Patronus, in the woods. It must have been a destined meeting, he probably thought to himself.

 “Curious, eh? How did you end up here, little buddy?” George spoke to you in a gentle voice, careful not to scare you off.

 Except you weren’t scared. You were relishing in his voice, as a matter of fact. His caramel tones massaged your auditory senses and serenaded you. He gently picked you up from the vines and dusted off the dirt and twigs in your feathers. This felt surreal. You were in George’s hands, being held as if you were as fragile as a snowflake. Suddenly, a sharp sting poked into your side. You had been constricted for quite long, causing your wings to go limp. George took notice of the pain you were in and rubbed your wings gently. He truly had a soft spot for magpies.

 “You’ll be alright, little one. Let Georgie take of this.”

 George pulled out his wand and waved it.

 “Episkey!”

 The pain you were once in vanished into thin air. Your heart was going at hundreds of miles per hour. Being in his grasp was intoxicating. You flapped your wings and they were fully functional. You looked behind the boy who held you and saw that the sun was about to set. You decided that if you were in his presence any longer you might turn back into a human and just hug him then and there. So, without a moment to waste, you flew off flustered. You heard his farewells fade off in the distance as he waved to you. This was all too good to be real. Forget the quidditch match, your favourite Beater graced you with his presence and kindness in the forbidden forest.

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 You flew back to your dorm before curfew. Thankfully, the little gap you left open was still there. You shimmied through and transformed back. You saw Luna in the corner of the room, fascinated by the way your once-avian body transformed into her best friend.

 “Lovely!” Luna clapped, still in awe at the spectacle.

 “Luna, you’ve seen me do this a million times!” You laughed out. Your best friend’s child-like innocence and curiosity paved its way into your heart. You had a soft spot for her. Who wouldn’t? She was the nicest person in all of Hogwarts. She was too nice, in fact.

 You got ready for bed, except you weren’t sleeping at all. You tossed and turned every 5 minutes. Scenarios replayed in your head. You saw George up close. You thought back to his beautiful eyes and the way they looked at you with worry. His face was covered in freckles. His hair was messy, yet it complimented him so well. You squealed into your pillow, still thinking back enchantedly to what had happened a few hours ago in the forbidden forest. Did he slip a love potion into your breakfast? You sat up, giving in to the fact that you would not be sleeping a wink that night. Boy, did that Weasley hex you?

 “Are the nargles at work?” Luna asked. She was also up.

 “No-- Luna, I just had the most enchanting encounter with George-”

 “Do you fancy him?”

 “I shouldn’t have said anything.” You covered your mouth.

 You laid back down and pulled your blanket over your flustered face. Your ears turned pink. Were you really in love with George Weasley? You thought back to all the times you caught yourself staring at him in potions, examining the way he did things. You admired the way he chopped up his ingredients and high-fived his twin when their potion turned out successful. You merely watched him from the sidelines, smitten. When did it all start? The beginning of Dumbledore’s Army? You still don’t know.

 “Would you like to hear what happened?” You asked Luna.

 “Absolutely!”

 “So...”

 You explained everything to her. You explained everything to her in great detail. You tried to stop yourself from blushing as you had to recount the way George held you in his hands. He spoke to you so gently it melted you. You especially went into great deal how good he looked. You had to stop yourself for a moment before you started to go on and on about how smitten you were with the twin.

  “Oh Merlin, you’re in love!” Luna cooed, ruffling your hair.

  “I feel so confused!”

  “It’s okay, Y/N. Nargles fall in love too.”

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[GIFs not by me]

[rhaemaya-valwynn]

Comfort Jotaro x Reader SFW

Hello everyone, wanted to post some work I did for a friend who recently lost a loved one suddenly and unexpectedly. She and I both really like Jotaro so I wrote her a comfort fic that she agreed to let me share. Hope you enjoy!

No warnings, only comfort. 2600 words-ish.

The door opened with a slight squeaking noise that caused Jotaro to wrinkle his nose in annoyance. Stepping inside, he closes it softly and shuffles off his bag onto the small table kept by the front door, dropping his keys next to it. The silence which greets him causes Jotaro to look up in concern.  “Y/N?”  he calls.

No response.

Narrowing his eyes, Jotaro slips off his shoes and steps further into the carpeted house, seeking you out. “Y/N?” he calls once more, concern growing in his voice if only subtly. You usually greeted him when he came home. Always. It was unlike you to not be doting on him first thing once he returned home from work. Eyebrows knitting together, Jotaro summoned Star Platinum and sent the Stand out, letting him phase through the walls searching for you till he returned with a grimacing face. 

“Sad.” Star Platinum said, deep voice thrumming with worry and trepidation.

“Sad?” Jotaro repeated in confusion, tilting his head till he heard the soft crying coming from the bedroom. Eyes widening slightly, Jotaro looked to his Stand who began to fidget, clasping his hands together and running thumb over thumb repeatedly as his anxiousness grew.

“Sad.” The great purple Stand repeated with urgency, pleading with large turquoise eyes to his user as it continued to twiddle its thumbs. Jotaro tutted, wracking his brain with what could have happened to have caused you to break down. You were always so bright and happy, never really letting anything bother you unless it was overburdensome. Something must have happened. Jotaro thought to himself, his own distress making his adrenaline creep further into his veins.

Walking over to the door to the main bedroom, Jotaro hesitated outside, hand raised to knock. Right as he feared he might back away and give you time, your weeping brought him to his senses enough to realize you needed him then and there. Knocking gently, Jotaro called out: “Y/N? Is everything alright?” the soft crying stopped for a moment, which only caused him to look over at Star Platinum who in turn made a shooing motion towards him as soon as the weeping began again, telling him to keep going. “I can hear you crying.” Jotaro finally said somberly, his hand drifted down to the knob, fingers curling around. “May I come in?” he asked so softly that he feared you hadn’t heard him. 

Opening his mouth to speak louder, Jotaro froze when your hoarse voice barely rang out. “Yes….You can come in….” Humming for a moment, his eyes flickered to his Stand who gave a determined look and watched as he slowly opened the door. 

The curtains were drawn in the bedroom, letting long shadows and the orange tint of sunset stain the floor and corners of the blue walls. Once his eyes adjusted, Jotaro spotted you on the bed buried deep under every blanket that you most likely had in the house. Like a great mound that quaked every few seconds, Jotaro would have laughed if the situation was better.

 Treading carefully, Jotaro tiptoed toward you, making sure to hit the boards that creaked so that you knew where he was as he approached. Star Platinum hovered behind him, having drawn both his hands closer to his chest in a prayer like manner as he followed. Once close enough, Jotaro slowly sat down on the edge of the bed, giving you room in case you wanted space as he was unsure how much physical contact you wanted. 

Sitting in silence for a handful of minutes, Jotaro hummed again, a habit he truly needed to grow out of. “What happened?” he finally asked. Star Platinum made a noise of encouragement when you didn’t outright answer, the Stand’s hands reaching out to stroke your bundled form. Jotaro lifted an arm to stop him, shaking his head as he knew that whatever was upsetting you, they needed to wait for your approval before either could hold you.

“M-my grandfather sud-ddenly passed away.” you stammered out, sniffing loudly between each word as you fought tooth and nail not to cry. 

A sharp pang of pity and remorse flooded Jotaro, causing him to sharply inhale. Subconsciously, he extended a hand out to touch you as the desire to comfort overwrote his thoughts. Fingers mere millimeters from you, Jotaro caught himself and withdrew his hand. “I’m sorry to hear that angel-fish.” he murmured. “Death is always-” Jotaro hesitated as the thoughts of Egypt crept into his mind. “Difficult to deal with.”

Words quickly failed him as he could only watch and listen as you began to cry once more. The steady stream of pain that filled him built up till he too felt he might join you in your lamentations. Star Platinum made a noise which caused Jotaro to look up and see the Stand fighting back tears as well. “Want to…. Hold…” he said slowly through gritted teeth.

Nodding Jotaro leaned forward and asked quietly, “Would you like that?” a noise of concern escaped him as he realized how forward he was being, “For us to hold you…..that is.” 

There was a moment of hesitation before you nodded and he let out his pent up breath. Drawing closer, Jotaro lifted the blankets a tich, “May I come in?” he requested, once more waiting for your approval. You nodded, vigorously, wanting his touch as your own pain mounted itself once more. Careful of you, Jotaro inched into your cave, finding you well beyond ragged and woefully disheveled. Tutting, he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you gently into his lap, letting the sheets once more enfold both of you. Bending down, Jotaro placed kisses on your forehead as you wept truly and openly for the unnumbered time today. 

Murmuring sweet nothings, Jotaro watched from the corner of his eye as Star Platinum moved to join, coming from the opposite side that Jotaro had come in from. The Stand was as equally slowly paced as his user, being sure to not disturb you too much as he climbed in. Encircling both of you, Star Platinum situated himself till he was positive everyone was somewhat comfortable in each other's hold. Once sure, he nuzzled into your hair, making strange comforting noises as he did so. 

Both of them held onto you tightly as you mourned, not criticizing or interrupting. Neither chided or made you feel anything but loved and cared for as they took your agony and met it with their affection. As your voice grew in volume, they took it in stride and made soothing noises to let you know they were there. That they would never let you go.  Kisses and gentle arm or back rubs followed when you began to shiver and hiccup as you cried.

Time flowed on till you had given everything you had, letting your grief take its toll as you mourned the loss of a loved one. Wiping your eyes dry with the edge of his coat, Jotaro pulled the sheets away to reveal how miserable you looked. Kissing your forehead, he released you and stood up. Stretching for a moment, Jotaro reached down and scooped you up. “Come. I think a bath should be in order.”  Star Platinum hummed in agreement and hovered after Jotaro as he took you to the large bathroom.

Sitting you on the countertop, he took off his long white trench coat to cover you so you didn’t catch a chill as he turned the faucet on for the large custom made tub. Sniffling slightly, you tucked your head into his trench coat and found comfort in the smell of his cologne and a slight hint of sweat from working all day. Star sang a few notes of a song that you didn’t recognize, contently running his fingers through your messy hair till he stopped to cup your face and press another kiss to your flushed cheek.

The room began to fill with steam as the bathtub filled with hot water, Jotaro added your favorite lavender essential oil, as well as rose and chamomile oil. He remembered reading at some point that those helped with stress and relaxation from one of the herbal books you kept around. Once the tub was halfway full, Jotaro turned off the water and turned to see Star helping you undress. The Stand was gentle with you, helping you step onto the bathroom rug where he finished tugging off your clothes. Guiding you over, Star Platinum floated protectively as you shambled toward the tub. Both Jotaro and Star Platinum offer you hands as you climb in, both of which you take gratefully.  The water stings as the heat immediately bites into your skin, but after crying for so long, relaxing into its grasp was heavenly.

Jotaro watches for a moment, trying to make up his mind. “I’m joining you.” he says, taking in your expression to see if you disapproved before messing with his belts. Taking off his clothes, you can’t help but stare at your boyfriend as he undressed. Once naked, he waited for you to scoot forward before stepping into the tub behind you. Sinking in, Jotaro let out a satisfied sigh as he soaked in the warmth. Stretching out, thanks to the tub being made for giants, he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you against his chest, and leaned back against the back of the tub. Star Platinum sat on the ground next to the bathtub, crossing his arms along the lip, and laid his head on them as he watched over the two of you.

All of you sat in silence for a bit, drinking in the peace for a moment till you began to shudder again as the dark thoughts loomed over you. Jotaro softly hushed you as tears tried to fall down your face. “Shhh, shhh.” he cooed, running a hand up and down your right arm. “That's enough now.” Jotaro’s voice thrummed deep inside his chest, shaking you slightly as he talked. “I am here. I am here.” again and again he repeated this as a mantra, culling your bout of sorrow momentarily as his presence and words confirmed that you were indeed not alone. This continued for several minutes till you slumped down exhausted as the day of crying caught up to you finally. Humming, Jotaro sat forward slightly and grabbed the bar of soap. Gently he began to roll the bar between his hands till the suds spilled over. 

Running his hands over your shoulders, Jotaro began to knead into your taut muscles, his strong hands making quick work of the misbehaving things. Once the troublesome spots began to release, he would lean forward and place a kiss on them whispering sweetly to you. “You’re so strong Y/N.” Jotaro praised as he continued to wash and massage you. “So resilient and beautiful.” Several kisses trailed from your back to your throat till he lifted his head to meet you eye to eye. 

Flushing several colors deeper, you reached up to cup his face. “I love you.” you say, barely above a whisper as your voice was gone from the day spent crying. Jotaro smirks softly at you and kisses your nose before nuzzling into the nape of your neck.

“I love you too Y/N.” he affirms, Star Platinum making a chirruping noise of agreement from the sideline.

You let him finish bathing you, Jotaro’s hands diligent and mindful of your needs as they danced across your body till you were as clean as could be. He then attended to himself, moving quicker as the warmth of the water began to abate. Once done, he held out a hand to Star Platinum who moved to grab the cup you both used to rinse off when you used the bathtub. Setting the hazy blue cup into his hand, Star returned to his vigil, eyes watching you carefully for any signs of returning distress. Tentatively, the Stand extended a hand out to grab your own, large fingers finding their way to fit snugly between your own. Humming in contentment, Star Platinum laid his head once more against his unoccupied arm and gazed at you in a loving manner.

Jotaro pulled the plug with his foot while also turning the faucet back on to begin to rinse the both of you off with fresh hot water. Star Platinum finally releases your hand once you’re both free of the soapy suds, standing up, he moved over to grab two large sea blue towels. Standing up, Jotaro helps you step out of the tub into the welcoming embrace of Star who began to quickly dry you off. Taking his own towel, Jotaro wraps it around his waist and moves to leave the bathroom, returning with a pair of fresh pajamas for both of you.

You slip out slowly from Star’s embrace, silently grabbing your clothes and putting them on, the soft fabric feeling better on your now cold skin. The Stand takes both the wet towels and re-hangs them as Jotaro takes your hand and leads you back outside. “Hungry?” he asked, you shake your head and he nods in understanding. “Let’s get something to drink at least.” wrapping an arm around your waist, Jotaro pulls you gently along with him to the kitchen where he gets you a cold glass of water. He makes sure you drink all of it as he fishes out a granola bar to eat himself. Star Platinum hovers over, coming to sit on the countertop, watching both of you with curious eyes.

“You should eat something more.” you complain, narrowing your eyes as he shakes his head.

“Just something to tide me over. I’ll fix something for us later.” Jotaro says with an unknown look in his eyes.

Harrumphing, you set down your finished glass and fold your arms. He smiles warmly at you, not wanting to give this moment up for anything. Taking you into his arms, Jotaro rests your head against his chest so that you can hear the beating of his heart. “Let's go lay down shall we?” he says, noticing how much you were leaning into him for support. Nodding, you let him take you, lifting you up once more as if you weighed nothing. Star Platinum follows after you both, making strange noises as if he was talking. Jotaro chuckles and looks at you and then at his Stand. “You tell her.” he says.

Star lets out a disgruntled huff before scrunching his face and trying to speak. “Tough…. Times…. Don’t…. Always last…” he grinds out, each word coming with great force as he tries to talk, his vocal cords not meant for long winded conversations. “And we will… always be….here with… you.”

Smiling at his effort, you reach out and cup his face. “Thank you.” Star grinned wide at that, leaning into your touch so that your hand moved into his soft gossamer flowing hair. Jotaro hummed in agreement and resumed his march towards the bedroom, Star Platinum floating behind so that your hand didn’t leave his face. 

Setting you on the bed, Jotaro slides in with you as Star finally lets your hand fall from him and floats over to take the opposite side. With both of them sandwiching you, you smile gently as they pull the numerous blankets over you and snuggle deeply into one another. Kisses are exchanged and two pairs of arms wrap around protectively around you as you drift off to sleep, dreaming of departed loved ones and those that still remain.

[zodiyack]

Rude! (3,000+ Follower Fic Special 1/3)

Pairing: Billy Hargrove x Female!Hopper!Reader

Warnings: Swearing, Billy stuff, lyrics, fluff

Song: Rude by Magic!

Words: 1,798

Summary: Billy's love for Hopper's daughter is too strong to be stopped by the tough Chief Jim Hopper. Despite being told "not in a thousand years", he plans to love her regardless.

Note: Thank you so so much! I love you all, and writing your ideas, as well as sharing mine with you, has been so fucking fun and amazing! I'm sorry for my lack of words, I wish being an author came in handy with writing this, however, all I can say is that I love you all from the bottom of my heart. I've seen people do shout-outs, and ask-related stuff with their follower things, and I may do that, I'm not sure. For now, I hope you enjoy this... Thank you all, again!

Also 1/3 means that there will be two other fics released for the 3,000+ follower present!

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"Saturday morning, jumped out of bed and put on my best suit. Got in my car and raced like a jet all the way to you. Knocked on your door with my heart in my hands, to ask you a question, 'cause I know that you're an old-fashioned man. Yeah."

Billy was freshly graduated, working as a lifeguard whilst his girlfriend worked her own job, both saving up for their chance to ditch Hawkins and move to California. Sweet Cali. Billy was excited to show the love of his life around the place he called home. Though, physically, he left the salty ocean and windy beach behind, the place never truly left him.

You could see it in his eyes. The waves crashing in his blue orbs. He swore the scent had just barely clung to his belongings; the smell of the tangy air that followed a majority of the state. Working at a pool was the closest he got to the memory of California. Chlorine was most certainly not the salted ocean waters, but with the circumstances, he decided it'd do.

The way his face lit up whenever he talked about his home...it made Y/n more and more excited to see it. His girlfriend had grown up in Hawkins, stayed there her whole life. Never once did the Hoppers leave Hawkins.

But the second that was introduced to Billy, he knew it had to change.

Although they were saving for a big move, Billy had...other things in mind with what to do with his first large pay-check (or series, rather. Working as a lifeguard didn't pay well with just one check). He began to work more shifts to make up for the money he'd spent, and one day after calling in for a day off, he decided to put his plan into action.

"Billy, stop messing with the tie."

"It's annoying." Hands slapped away his attempts of adjusting the black silk tie.

"Well it won't stop being annoying if you keep fucking it up."

For the first time in a long time, Neil Hargrove was calm. Not happy, not amused, not pissed off for some unjust reason- just calm. He wasn't wreaking havoc and he wasn't being an asshole to his son. Billy hadn't seen this side of his dad in quite some time, in fact, he thought something important was going on and he was about to fuck it all up. And then, Susan retreated to the living room with a camera and a freshly ironed suit.

"You're not putting me in that."

"And who asked for your opinion?" Neil deflected with a raised brow. One heavy sigh later and Billy was leaving the bathroom, dawning the whole black and white getup.

Susan clasped her hands over her mouth, a tear leaving her eye, "You look so handsome! Just like your dad!"

Billy rolled his eyes, "Great."

However, his careless attitude was swept under the rug when the blue Camaro pulled up to the police station, interrupting a clearly distressed Chief Hopper bickering with his daughter. Billy had to get himself together before stepping out of the car, jaw slack after seeing the beauty he got to call his date.

"Hello Mr-"

"Don't even try play nice with me, Hargrove. She's not going anywhere with you. End of story." Hopper kept his eyes trained on the blond, body tense like a snake preparing to strike it's prey.

Y/n grabbed Billy's arm, slowly directing him to the car, "And in the sequel, we find out I am going with Billy. End of that story."

"There is no 'sequel.' The writer got drunk and lazy." She paused, turning to face her father who stood tall, arms crossed and face unamused.

"So his daughter picked up where her father left off, and then the sequel was published and the two lived happily ever after, the end."

While her dad attempted to search for a line that would better hers and force her to stay, she pushed Billy toward the driver's side and slid into the car as fast as she could, rolling down the window as Billy started it up. "Bye! I'll be back before midnight!"

The two drove off toward the school, leaving behind a trail of dust and very, very, pissed off Hopper.

Prom was better than Billy thought it would be. He didn't want to go at first, but after Max found out and spoke to her mom about it (the little redhead a cupid-in-the-making), Neil pushed him to go (as he was "doing something else besides being a lazy-no-good rebel"). It was then that he called Y/n and asked if she'd be going.

The suit came in handy. Clashing with his rocker aesthetic, he put it back on once more. The once-annoying tie proved to be somewhat okay in the end.

Can I have your daughter for the rest of my life? Say yes, say yes, 'cause I need to know. You say I'll never get your blessing "till the day I die, tough luck my friend, but the answer is no!"

Why you gotta be so rude? Don't you know I'm human too? Why you gotta be so rude? I'm gonna marry her anyway. Marry that girl, marry her anyway! Marry that girl, yeah, no matter what you say! Marry that girl, and we'll be a family! Why you gotta be so rude?

With a deep breath, he ran-over the conversation in his head once more. Like a script for an actor, he had thought of every possible outcome and every possible line for him to face it with. He almost chickened out as his fist rose to the door, but it was too late, for his knuckles rapped against it before he realized he was even knocking.

El opened the door, eyes wide when she saw the familiar mullet and button-down. "Papa..." She muttered as she backed away and out of view.

Hopper traded places with her, his lazy expression sobering up instantaneously, replaced with a grumpy scowl. "Hargrove."

"Mr. Hopper, sir."

"What are you doing on my front porch?"

He swallowed roughly, palms sweaty against his sides. "I was wondering if I could talk to you."

"You seem to be doing just that right now, Hargrove." Hop crossed his arms and clenched his jaw.

Well, this was certainly not something Billy had thought of. He was on panic mode internally, attempting to find any response that could save his hide and accomplish what he set out to do. Unfortunately, the word-vomit button seemed to be misplaced under the button labeled "help".

"I'd like to marry your daughter, sir."

Hop's eyes grew just as big in size as El's had when she opened the door. He choked on his own surprise, coughing it off, then glaring at the boy in front of him. "Over my dead body, Hargrove. If that's all, I'd strongly advise you to get off of my fucking porch while you're still alive."

I hate to do this, you leave no choice; can't live without her. Love me or hate me, we will be boys- standing at that alter. And we will fly away, to another galaxy, you know. You know she's in love with me, she will go anywhere I go-

"Billy, he's just stubborn."

"No, no, I don't think he likes me."

Y/n sighed, rubbing her boyfriend's back. He hadn't told her of his proposal plans, only that Hop seemed to have it out for him. "It'll take time, but he'll warm up to you!"

"It's been how many years since he's met me?"

"To be fair, your reputation wasn't doing you any good until now..."

"It's not like that was fucking obvious." He slouched further down in the front seat of his Camaro. To Billy, all hope was lost. If he couldn't get Hopper to give him his blessing, he was sure he'd lose his goddamned mind.

Y/n frowned. Her frown flipped around as an idea popped into her head, her lips finding Billy's knuckles and quirking his attention. "Even if he never likes you, I'm not going anywhere."

Billy laughed softly, "he'll fucking kill me if you go against him."

"Eh, that's only if he can catch us."

"You're out of your fucking mind, Y/n Hopper."

"I know."

The rest of the night was spent in the Camaro, of course, doing one of Billy's favorite pastimes. By the time the sun rose, Billy was sneaking a kiss to a giggling Y/n before dropping from her window in the cabin and running to his car, parked far enough that Hop or El wouldn't notice. He blew her one more kiss, which she pretended to catch, then he broke into a sprint.

Maybe, he thought, just maybe; there was still a chance.

His knuckles hit the door again, shifting on his feet nervously. It swung open to reveal Hopper, an unimpressed look bringing no surprise Billy's way. It was quite expected, honestly.

"What." His tone made it clear he wasn't up for fucking around.

"Mr. Hopper, if you just give me one chance to prove to you that-"

"No, no, no, no, no. Let me make it very clear to you that I want you to have nothing to do with my daughter whatsoever. No marriage, no friendship, I don't even approve of you guys fucking or whatever-"

"We're in a serious relationship, sir. It's nothing like you think it is."

This made Hop laugh. He continued to do so, holding his stomach, until he realized Billy was unamused. "Oh, you're serious?... My answer is still no, Hargrove. My answer will always be no. Go find someone else's daughter's heart to break. You're not hurting mine."

"It's not like-"

Before he could even get the words out, he was met with a door in his face. Turned down, again.

Can I have your daughter for the rest of my life? Say yes, say yes, 'cause I need to know. You say I'll never get your blessing "till the day I die, tough luck my friend, 'cause the answer's still no!"

Why you gotta be so rude? Don't you know I'm human too? Why you gotta be so rude? I'm gonna marry her anyway. Marry that girl, marry her anyway! Marry that girl, yeah, no matter what you say! Marry that girl, and we'll be a family! Why you gotta be so rude, rude?

Again, again, and again, Billy incessantly pleaded with Hopper. Different tactics were all met with the same answer; rejection.

He held up a sign outside the cabin, only for Hopper to close the curtain and chuckle as he sipped his coffee.

He asked at the door again, only for Hop to threaten to give him a black eye (which was met with "aren't you the sheriff? Isn't that illegal?").

He raced past the police station, Max leaning out the window with another sign, only for Hop to threaten them with holding cells.

He even went as far as to ask Max and El to help, but Hopper had none of that, and sent Max home with a rant full of nos.

However, if Jim Hopper thought any of it would get it into Billy's head that getting his blessing was just not happening- he was as wrong as Nancy when she claimed not to have feelings for Jonathan.

Billy had another plan in mind, and this one was impossible to say no to.

Can I have your daughter for the rest of my life? Say yes, say yes, 'cause I need to know. You say I'll never get your blessing "till the day I die, tough luck my friend- but no still means no!"

"Hopper." Billy stood before his desk, interrupting his nice date with a delicious doughnut, and earning a very annoyed glare. "I got Miss Byer's blessing. Aren't you two a thing?"

"You son of a-"

"I got Eleven's too."

"Hargrove, I'm gonna-"

"Before you cuss me out, I think you should know that I've got a stable job, an interview with a mechanic so I have a job when the pool closes for the winter, and I've got a house on the market I'm looking at. I'm devoted to your daughter and she's devoted to me. You may not like me, but I think you're a great dad, better than the one I was unfortunately stuck with. You raised a strong and amazing woman. She's incredible and I admit, she deserves better than me-"

"You don't have to say that twice." Hopper huffed, crossing his arms.

"I know she deserves so much better than me, I'm surprised she's even with me too. But she loves me, and I think you can see that. I love her too. I would never, in a million years, break her heart."

Jim stayed silent for a few minutes. The silence brought uneasiness to Billy, but that was intentional on Hopper's behalf. He finally piped up with a cough, clearing his throat, before his piercing eyes met Billy's blue orbs.

"I'll hold you to that, Hargrove."

Why you gotta be so rude? Don't you know I'm human too? Why you gotta be so rude? I'm gonna marry her anyway. Marry that girl, marry her anyway! Marry that girl, yeah, no matter what you say! Marry that girl, and we'll be a family! Why you gotta be so rude? Why you gotta be so rude?

Bonus:

(after the wedding)

"What was that about a no?" Billy quipped with his infamous smirk.

"You're lucky I'm sheriff, Hargrove."

Why you gotta be so rude?

[everseeking]

Hi! Is it okay to ask for a Levi smutxfluff where he's benched from injuring his leg but it's getting a lot better. His fem! S/o is part of his squad and he gets the report that she was in a life threatening situation but she made it safe and he's waiting for the scouts to return. He waits for them and doesn't know what to feel fjejfjs im sorry this is hella long!!! Also no manga spoilers/references please

 - hello !! thank you so much for requesting ! that’s totally okay and don’t apologize for the length, it helped me out having details :) there aren’t any manga spoilers or references, but there are season 2 spoilers in case anyone hasn’t finished it yet. i hope you enjoy and thank you again for requesting <3

relief

- levi ackerman x reader

- warnings: season two spoilers, nsfw contains smut; hand job, oral (giving), fingering, cream pie, slight overstimulation but not much, AFAB!reader

once again, levi injured his damn leg.

after being temporarily handicapped from his leg injury when he initially fought the female titan, he made a personal vow to never let an injury like that happen to him again. it was a major setback and seriously hindered his abilities. but unfortunately, titans makes no promises.

it was during an expedition, of course, and things were taking a turn for the worst. levi was unaware that his squad would be needed on an expedition the next day, so he kept them up late the night before to polish their skills as much as possible. during the mission, it was clear they could barely keep their eyes open.

levi was extremely stressed out, worrying about his team as well as what he was going to say to erwin later when he yelled at the commander for such a late notice on the mission. for now, the captain had to make up for much of his team's slack. as much as the kids wanted to put up an argument when he flew in and stole their prey, they kept their mouths shut. there was no way they could’ve finished the job on their own and knew their protests weren't worth it, as it felt kind of wrong to argue with someone who was saving their lives.

it was brutal work since he too was bordering onto exhaustion, but levi pushed through and helped his team clean up the last hoard of titans. just when he thought he was in the clear, a titan came up on sasha and tried to grab her. if he had gone any slower to finding her, he wouldn’t have been able to save her. but thankfully, levi was able to use the last bit of his gas all at once to throw himself forward and push her out of the way.

he seriously couldn’t catch a break as this resulted in him getting himself caught in the titan's grip. his blades weren't drawn prior to being grabbed so cutting himself out was impossible. the giant had levi's entire lower half engulfed in its hand. if his second in command hadn’t been there he would have for sure been a goner.

it was y/n’s turn to play hero, as she flew in and swiftly sliced the titan's nape, freeing not only her captain but also her partner from definite doom.

levi wished he could say it was a clean save, but he couldn't deny the bone crunching he heard below him. they arrived back home in one piece with only levi's broken leg to report.

so not only had he injured his leg again, but it was worse than his sprained ankle from the forest. the captain was even more upset when the medics informed him that he had to be benched for six weeks. that meant no physical activity for six weeks. yes, that includes sex.

over the course of his healing, there were many times when he claimed to be okay so he could accompany his team on expeditions, only to be rushed back to bed by his colleagues. many people even urged y/n to nail down the door to her and levi’s shared room in order to keep him trapped in there. y/n laughed off the idea, not even considering it because she knew levi would only feel more tempted to break out. a few nails wouldn’t stop him. the only thing he could say he enjoyed about his time off was having y/n as his "personal nurse," when she wasn’t off with the rest of the team. she still had to stop things from getting too heated every now and then.

“doctor’s orders !” she’d always say as she stopped a heated make out session or after he had tried to pull her into his lap.

when it came to more domestic care, levi hated having her watch after him. he definitely appreciated it, but the last thing he wanted was to be a burden to her. he wasn’t just burdening her with his personal care, but also the burden of the entire team since she would be his replacement for the time being. many times he tried to wave off his partner and tell her he could manage on his own before he finally told her he didn’t want to have to rely on her. he was surprised when she brushed back the hair in front of his forehead to kiss his forehead, whispering that she wanted to take care of him and help him. 

finally, he had reached the sixth week and was ready to hit the sky again. the morning of the latest mission, y/n noticed levi had a bit of a pep in his step as he prepared to venture outside the walls for the first time in a few weeks. she giggled at his poor attempts to get excited since he wasn't the best at expressing his emotions, but she felt a little guilty since she didn't have the heart to tell him that he was once again sitting this one out.

hanji had pulled y/n aside the night before and broken the news to her. she explained that although his road to recovery had been going well, he needed to take one more week to ensure that he was completely healed. it hurt y/n’s heart a little bit to hear this. over the last few weeks she watched her partner practically counting down the days until his return, so she made sure to tell hanji that she wouldn't be the one breaking the news to him.

hanji also knew how restless her friend was and wasn't sure if she would comeback alive after telling him the news, so she waited until the last possible second to tell him. literally, word got around that it was time to make the final preparations before heading off when she pulled him aside and told him.

he was enraged to say the least. he grabbed the front of hanji's shirt and pulled her down to his level as he began to chew her out in front of everyone. the soldiers awkwardly shuffled past the two, definitely not wanting to get involved. it wasn't until y/n came and informed the two of them that it was time to go when he finally let go of her. hanji laughed nervously and decided to give the couple one last minute of alone time as she headed back to her squad.

there was a lot they wanted to say to each other, levi wanting to tell y/n to be careful and y/n wanting to apologize for not telling him sooner, but they both knew this wasn't the time for a conversation. y/n put on a determined face and told him that she would do her best to lead the team in his place, offering him a salute, then headed over to join the others.

levi was super bummed. he waited behind and watched as the horses left to make their way towards the outer walls before he sulked to himself and retreated back to his quarters to finish the less exciting side of his job; paperwork.

it had been a few hours since the cadets had left that morning, so the golden sunlight that was now pouring through levi's windows notified him that they should be back any minute now. he stood up from his small desk and stretched his back that had started to stiffen up from sitting in his chair for the last few hours. many nights had been spent sleeping in the same chair, but he swore it was more comfortable sleeping in it than doing paperwork it in.

he took a look around the room and saw the rays of sun illuminated the dust particles floating through the air. it annoyed him to say the least, as he had yet to find a way to clean the air. for now, he would settle for sweeping the room one last time. just as he was pulling a broom out of the closet, a hard knock came from his door.

"captain levi ?" a young soldier called from the other side. levi was slightly annoyed that he was being interrupted, but he managed to keep the ‘this better be important,’ thoughts to himself.

he placed the broom back in the closet and made his way to the door. upon opening it, he saw the distressed look on the soldier's face.

"what is it ?" levi pryed, not really sure what to expect at this point.

the soldier straightened up and cleared his throat. "the first group from today's expedition has arrived with a report. the rest of the scouts are on their way back now, but i was told to hand you the part of the report that regards the condition of your team." the boy held out the paper in his hand for his superior to take.

levi practically ripped the paper out of the soldier’s hand, causing him to flinch a little, but it was understandable. a million scenarios were playing through levi’s mind about what could have happened. he feared that once again he had lost his entire squad and had to start all over again. it was a pain he never wanted to live through again, especially since his lover was apart of his team this time.

his eyes quickly scanned the clearly hastily scribbled words, searching for words like death, killed, and eaten. the was almost at the end of the page when he realized he hadn’t heard anything terrible yet. eren ended up not needing the use his titan form, mikasa had another impressive kill streak, armin and connie were in a bit of a predicament but got out fine, and jean and sasha were safe too. the only one that had been yet to mentioned was y/n.

in an attempt to distract a group of titans from one of her fellow soldiers whose ODM gear was malfunctioning, y/n l/n used herself as bait. she was successful in saving the soldiers life, but one of the titans caught ahold of one of her gear’s cables and she was thrown to the ground. l/n was found unconscious by armin arlert and she is currently being watched until the group arrives and she can be transported to the infirmary for a full check up.

levi’s heart sank deeper and deeper into his stomach with every word he read. y/n was always putting others first regardless of how dangerous a situation was. she was selfless to a fault. he warned her many times that something like this would happen, but she never listened. her heart would never let her not help someone in need. it was one of the things he loved about her the most.

the awkward shuffling of the messenger soldier’s feet brought levi back to reality. before waving him off, levi asked if there was any more information than what was shared in the report, but he shook his head.

the soldier finally left, leaving levi frozen in the middle of his room. the report was too vague for him to know what to think or do. 

how high was she from the ground when she fell ? did she just get knocked out ? or did she hit her head hard enough to cause internal bleeding ? 

the thought that her current condition could be much different from the report also crossed his mind. y/n was stated to only be unconscious, but she could have gotten worse since. 

there’s no point in pondering the what-ifs, he reminded himself, but it was easier said than done. he moved over to his neatly tucked bed and sat down on the edge of it, resting his elbows on his knees and holding his head in his hands.

he didn’t know what he would do if he lost her. what the team would do if they lost her. before he could fall back into his dark thoughts about his partner’s condition, a large commotion came from outside alerting him that the cadets were back.

with a small stumble as he jumped up from his bed, levi sprinted out of his room to go outside. there were already a lot of people crowding around the carts and horses, so he did his best to slip past them all. the people in the way that had managed to see his face instantly moved aside, not wanting to anger the captain after seeing the intense look on his face.

after making his way to the front of the crowd, levi scanned the area in search of y/n, having no luck until he heard a familiar voice yelling ‘captain.’

his eyes met with eren’s who was waving frantically in order to flag down his captain who was now quickly making his way over to the group.

“she’s alright,” the titan shifter called out over the other voices in the crowd. levi didn’t want to get his hopes up as he wasn’t sure how accurate eren’s words were, but regardless, a wave of relief came over him.

as he pulled up next to the cart they were sitting in, levi also met armin, who nodded in agreement with what eren was saying. the blond opened his mouth to add onto what his friend had said, when he was interrupted.

“where’s levi ?”

hearing his partner’s voice almost brought levi to his knees. the weight of not knowing her condition finally fell off his shoulders. he peered over the side of the cart to see y/n laying on the ground on her back with a white bandage wrapped around her entire head. her face instantly lit up when she saw him.

the girl jumped up and threw herself onto the captain, wrapping her arms around his neck in a tight hug. if this were any other situation he would’ve told her to get off of him, but right now he allowed himself to wrap one arm around her back and placed his free hand on the back of her head, pulling her closer to him.

levi couldnt bring himself to scold her for being too rough while she was injured. instead, he sighed and hugged her tighter.

“thank god you’re okay,” he breathed out against her hair. he felt her smile widen as she nuzzled her head deeper into the crook of his neck.

after the two finally pulled apart from each other, levi immediately took y/n to the infirmary where they confirmed she only had a minor concussion.

the moment they entered their shared room for the night, levi pulled y/n in for another hug. she graciously accepted, wrapping her tired arms around his middle.

he pulled back and brought up a hand to brush her hair away from her face so he could place a soft kiss on her forehead where her bandages previously were.

y/n placed her hands on levi’s cheeks and gently pulled his face down so she could plant a kiss on his lips. levi eagerly kissed back and began taking careful steps backwards to lead her onto the bed.

they now sat on the edge of the bed and kiss turned more passionate, with y/n opening her mouth to swipe her tongue across levi's lower lip asking for entrance into his mouth. he eagerly accepted, greeting her tongue with his own as they made out.

without breaking the kiss, y/n carefully straddled herself onto levi's lap taking extra care to not put too much pressure on his healing leg. however, her plans became a lost cause when he grabbed her hips to meet his. her eyes widened as she felt his bulge between her legs. tension built up in her core as she instinctively rolled her hips forward to grind herself against his clothed crotch.

it was levi's turn for his eyes to widen as a wave of pleasure swept across his body. he broke the kiss to meet his partner's lustful eyes as she recoiled her hips back once again to bring herself more pleasure. he sharply inhaled before kissing her deeply one last time before throwing her off his lap.

y/n flopped down on the bed next to him, laughing, but she took the hint and started undressing herself like he did. once their clothes were in a messy heap on the floor, levi took a moment to pull her head close to him so he could kiss the side of it, worried he had only made her concussion worse when he threw her off of him moments ago.

“are you okay ?” he pressed, lips still against her head.

y/n laughed and placed her hand on top of his that was on the side of her head. “i told you a million times that im okay, my love.”

“and i’ll ask you a million more times just to be sure,” he replied, pulling back.

as he moved away, y/n grabbed the sides of his face and pulled him in for another deep kiss. one of the captain's hands placed itself on the small of her back to pull her closer while the other felt around behind her looking for the bed. once he gripped the sheets, he brought the hand up to the other side of her back and took a step to turn his own back towards the bed, then fell onto it, pulling y/n down with him so she would land on top of him.

he cringed as he remembered her concussion and quickly asked if she was okay, only for her to laugh once again and reassure him she was fine. before levi could ask anymore questions or make anymore quips, she returned her lips to his. their tongues explored each other’s mouths, searching every inch of each other’s caverns.

she pulled her lips away from his to smile at him while she slowed her breathing. the sight alone was enough to make levi fall in love all over again. her messy h/c hair fell perfectly, combined with her eyes filled with pure adoration from looking at him and the goofy smile that was on her lips. no one had ever looked at him the way she had. his eyes tore apart from hers and trailed down to see the rest of her body.

"you're absolutely perfect," he whispered, just loud enough for y/n to hear as he took in every curve on her body. levi thanked the stars that the moon was bright enough tonight to let him see the soft pink hue that spread across her cheeks as he complimented her.

she leaned in close to his ear and whispered "as are you," back to him. each movement of her lips tickled against his earlobe. it sent a shiver down his spine. y/n shifted her body weight so that she was now sitting up and straddling his lap once again. her right hand met his strong chest, then dragging down to his toned abdomen followed by his lower stomach.

y/n scooted back so she could get a full view of  his hardened cock. her index finger traced a straight line from the base of his member to the tip. it took a lot of self control for levi keep himself from shuddering as her nail softly grazed the side of his cock.

levi propped himself up with his elbows. to get a good look at what she was doing. he watched as her hand went back to the base of his shaft and her fingers wrapped around it. she started slowly pumping him, resulting in his breaths becoming deeper. he closed his eyes for a mere second when a new wave of pleasure swept across him that made his eyes roll back in his head.

y/n had lowered her face and began sucking on just the head of his cock while her hand's pace quickened. her cheeks hollowed out from the pressure of sucking his tip and he fisted one of his hands into her hair. he didn't push her head down, rather, he gripped it to stimulate pleasure for her as well as to let her know he was enjoying what she was doing.

she hummed against him and started to incorporate her tongue as she swirled it around his head, which sent yet another wave of pleasure throughout his body. when y/n added her free hand to the mix, using it to fondle his balls, the stimulation almost became too much for levi to stand. he used the fist in her hair to pull her off him and up to his face.

a small dribble of spit leaked out of the corner of her mouth. before y/n had a chance to wipe it, levi was pulling her forward and swiping his tongue against her mouth to lick it off, then planted open mouth kisses down her face and up her jawline until he reached her neck where began to suck her skin and create a few hickeys. she slowly leaned her head back to give him better access to her neck.

she said a silent thank you when she realized the marks were placed just low enough to be hidden by the collar of her white shirt so no one would know a thing the next day. everyone already freaked out enough when they found out y/n and levi were a couple.

without removing his lips from her neck, levi lifted y/n from her hips then moved one of his hands to feel the folds of her pussy. she was soaking wet, so all her had to do was cover his index and middle fingers with his slick before he slowly slid them both inside of her. a low moan came from y/n’s parted lips as levi’s fingers went deeper inside of her. 

he pumped them slowly, reaching deeper each time until he was knuckles deep into her core. when he curled his fingers to hit her g-spot, she had had enough.

“inside of me...i need you inside of me levi,” y/n moaned, digging her nails into his back. levi laughed to himself at how desperate his lover had become from just his fingers. it was clear to him that he needed to avoid any injuries that could put a halt to his sex life at all costs from now on. 

he pulled his wet fingers out of her and gripped his cock, making sure to cover it with her juices that were still on his fingers so it would be easier to push inside of her, then positioned himself with her entrance. y/n moaned once again as his tip rubbed against her folds before sliding into her. she sharply inhaled as his head entered her. levi gave her a moment to signal that she was ready before thrusting deeper inside of her. after a few weeks of abstinence, y/n needed a bit longer to get adjusted.

after about a minute, levi was able to thrust his hips up and push his full length inside of her as she dug her nails deeper into his back. he knew it was payback for him marking up her neck when she broke her hazy gaze to give him a smirk. just for that, he pulled himself almost completely out of her, then thrusted balls deep back into her, hard.

y/n’s hand flew off her partner’s back and onto her mouth to stifle the loud moan that almost escaped. she shot him a fake glare and he returned the smirk she had given him earlier. levi wanted nothing more than to hear her call out his name loudly, but it wasn’t worth the harassment he’d face from his colleagues the next day.

after she had composed herself, y/n removed her hand from her mouth and placed it on her partner’s bicep. he stopped thrusting into her, knowing she wanted to take over. just like he had thought, y/n started to rock her hips so she was grinding on him much like she had done whilst they were still clothed.

the pleasure was much more enjoyable now that he was inside her. each time she rolled her hips forward, his cock hit her cervix. now it was levi’s turn to stifle a moan, as y/n road him into ecstasy. his grip on her hips increased which most definitely left yet another mark on her skin.

the fact that y/n was biting her lower lip also didn’t go unnoticed by the captain. whenever she did this it was a sure fire way of telling him she was close to her release. he wrapped one arm around her back and in a swift motion flippped both of them over so that y/n was on her back and he was hovering over her.

she let out a small squeal at his sudden shift and wanted to scold him for not being careful with his leg, but her words were lost as he snapped his hips against hers. she once again went to cover her mouth to avoid her moans escaping, but levi’s hands interlocking with her own prevented her from doing so. he gave both her hands a quick squeeze before going back to thrusting himself into her. her eyes stayed trained on his, while his watched the way she engulfed his cock. it drove him so crazy she could feel him twitch inside of her. he high was near, but there was no way he was going to let himself finish before his partner.

he focused more on his thrusts, moving his hips better so he would hit her g-spot harder with each thrust. the way he rolled his hips to meet her core finally sent her over the edge. he kissed her deeply as she moaned against his lips while he continued to ride out her climax. even after she had come down from her high, levi kept thrusting into her, chasing his own release.

the overstimulation was enough to send her over the edge again, this time being joined by his own release. he let out a low grunt as he finished inside of her painting her inner walls with his cum.

levi pumped into y/n three more times before he stopped and fell onto her chest, not even bothering to pull out. after six weeks of no sex, their orgasms were both super intense.

“maybe we should wait another six weeks before our next round if it’s gonna be that good again,” y/n teased.

levi’s head shot up so he could see her face. y/n bust out laughing when he finally realized she was kidding. levi rolled his eyes and pushed himself off her so he could slide out of her.

the mix of their juices that escaped her as he unsheathed his cock from her made his member twitch back to life, becoming hard again.

“or i guess we could go again right now,” y/n added after sitting up herself and seeing his hard on.

levi smiled and pushed her back down gently then hovered over top of her once again.

“that’s more like it.”