#the fact that i need to learn how to sing and dance IMMEDIATELY because for some ungodly reason i have found myself in a musical

[outsideyourhousewithaknife]

Just had a full-blown tear-the-house-apart Oh Shit I Neurodivergently Lost My Very Important Item (the wedding ring from my fortieth platonic marriage to my beloved best friend) :/

[miaozzy]

ur a fan ?!

Synopsis ot6!, fluff, silly: Where u catch them being a fan of your music/art

warnings: secrets that's it (i think...?)

wc: 972 words

a/n: I rmb writing this for my other anime blog and it was so fun :0 so i decided to do a bnd version ! pls request, and share if you like this !

Jaehyun

♪ not gonna lie to you he would not keep it a secret that he is your fan, he's your biggest (and loudest supporter). but for the sake of this fic we will assume that he kept it a secret

♪ you found out when you walked in on him, with his earphones plugged in and everything, loudly singing (almost as well as you)

♪ "what are you doing" you sneak behind him and whisper in his ear

♪ "aah!" he jumps a little bit "you weren't suppose to see this!" his voice a little pitched and kind of fumbling to try and turn his music off, pulling the earphones out of his ears

♪ he ends up making himself more suspicious :|

♪ after he calm down, he kinds goes full fanboy mode "but your music is so good it would be unreasonable to not stream it"

♪ "what a dramatic man"

♪ "but I'm your man"

♪ being exposed, he wouldn't stop praising you, almost threatened to make a fanpage because he has nothing to hide now (he might just do it)

Sungho

♪ calm but slightly defensive no1, also not the type to hide the fact that he was a fan

♪ you catch him when using his phone in the car, changing the song

♪ just out of curiosity, you check his loop playlist, and surprise surprise it's just your latest release

♪ "yeppi! i didn't know you liked me that much !"

♪ confused, he takes a peek at the phone in your hand and immediately faces straight again

♪ "ah ...you caught me" his ears red, " you can't blame me tho ugh, it's just too good"

♪ isn't dramatic or big about his support but he's glad the cats out of the bag, so he can outwardly show his support

♪ sings your songs ALL the time now, when he's cooking, when he's cleaning and even when he's showering

♪ pspsps maybe he's planning to upload a cover of your song for onedoors to listen to

Riwoo

♪ blushy and super shy about it

♪ kept it a secret because he was initially learning the dance to your song and stays up late just so he can perfect it for the dance challenge

♪ you walked into one of the dance practice rooms and that's when you caught him

♪ "you almost do it better than me riwoo-ah" you lean against the door

♪ he tobbles backwards with a little yelp, shocked to see you since ou agreed to meet back at your shared apartment instead

♪ "how long have you been standing there?" fumbling for his phone to pause the music

♪ "long enough to see the whole dance, you're good enough to debut in my group!"

♪ he ends up showing you his practice before you pack up

♪ while packing, you hug him from the back "I didn't know you liked my music so much, you're so adorable" which has him blushing even more

Taesan

♪ nonchalant king frfr

♪ makes playlists dedicated to your songs and he thinks he's really slick about it

♪ but you catch him when you're relaxing with him at home, music playing in the background. and you reach for his phone to change the songs

♪ tries to brush it off and play it cool ( doesn't work)

♪ his shy smile kinda gives him away, but he doesn't get defensive and kind of basks in your teasing for a little bit

♪ "you could have told me you were a fanboy.., do you want a lightstick" you hold his face in your hands

♪ " no need, I'm already your biggest fan"

Leehan

♪ doesn't hide the fact that he was your fan on purpose, he just never told you

♪ has a drawer dedicated to just your merch (I just know he's an avid keychain collector)

♪ and is subconsciously your biggest supporter because he just brings you up in every conversation he has with others

♪ so you catch him talking about your music to the rest of his members, you ended your practice early and wanted to surprise him

♪ "her vocals go crazy, I miss her so much"

♪ "we know ihan, that's all you've talked about in the last hour since the mv dropped" sungho sighs

♪ "It's just so good, I can't stop-" he stops abruptly when he feels your hand slither into his palm

♪ " Are you my unofficial promoter now?" you tease him a little bit, which has so effect because he's just so proud of you and he has no shame in that

♪ "If I don't who will?" with a light blush on his cheeks

Woonhak

♪ shy, pouty baby and defensive no.2

♪ not much of a merch collector but he has a few trinkets here and there

♪ he lowkey gives the vibes of someone who would practice fan chants, but he's kinda shy about it so he practices then when you aren't home

♪ but of course, fate does not go as planned and you catch him in the act

♪ you're kind of peeking through the crack of the door and giggling just seeing him get all excited while singing your songs

♪ "ah..! you scared me" he jumps a bit when you walk in

♪ he grabs the paper with the chants and stuffs it in his pocket, with a sheepish grin (yk the one), and his cheeks red

♪ "you should have told me woonhakie!" you pinch his cheek lightly

♪ "it was a surprise mmhm" he just wanted to surprise you at your next live performance :(

♪ you make a mental note to save him a spot at the front row of your next concert

[javierpena-inatacvest]

Pedro Boys and Their Favorite Wicked Songs

How many times will I listen to the Wicked soundtrack before the year is done? 😅 The musical theatre nerd in me can't help but think about what songs from Wicked each Pedro boy would like the most after seeing the movie (with or without being forced to go against their will LMAO) This is all just for fun, if you have a different suggestion, tell me who, and why!!!

No One Mourns the Wicked- Obyern Martell

Strikes me as a man who lives for a backstory. Very satisfied that he gets all the information he needs to enjoy the movie in the first 15 minutes. Deeply offended that everyone is so mean to Elphaba because she's green, and can't fathom disowning a child for that very reason. Develops a fat crush on everyone in the movie by the time it's over

Dear Old Shiz- ......

This is no one's favorite song, be fr

The Wizard and I- Din Djarin

Loves the song because of how much it makes him think of Grogu. No one is rooting harder for Elphaba than Din because of how excited Grogu is to see another green friend, and how much Elphaba reminds him. He's so proud he is of his kid for all the challenges and obstacles he's overcome. Loses points only because he does have to chase Grogu down the aisles of the movie theatre when he sees the frogs at the beginning of the song.

What is This Feeling?- Javier Peña

Definitely did not come to see this movie by choice. Confused why the original characters from the Wizard of Oz are not in this movie. Also confused why Glinda and Elphaba have to sing an entire song about how they just can't share a room together. Will he admit that this song makes him think of him and Steve Murphy? Over his dead body. Will he quietly tap his foot through the entire song and be humming it to himself days later because it's just so fucking catchy? Absolutely.

Something Bad- Dave York

Though the movie was going to be a lot darker than it actually was because of the title. Humored by the idea of being a hired assassin to a goat so he can keep his voice. Has so much beef with the Wizard (sorry Dave York fans, I know nothing about this man)

Dancing Through Life- Agent Whiskey

Whiskey absolutely loves Fiyero. A carefree, reckless man who doesn't live by the rules AND can ride a horse? Sold, immediately. As soon as the movie is done, he's looking up where he can buy Fiyero boots to add to his collection. Names his next horse Fiyero. Learns the dance not for anyone else, but just for himself, because he thinks it 's cool. The only caveat is that he refuses to listen past the first 3 minutes of the song because Fiyero doesn't sing after that

Popular- Joel Miller

This is the only correct answer to this question. In a happy, blissful world where the outbreak never happens and Sarah is alive and well, you know for a fact she has been playing this soundtrack around the house for WEEKS. No, he doesn't want to go see Wicked (he's heard enough of the soundtrack to last him a lifetime), but he's not telling Sarah no when she asks if he wants to go. By the time Popular comes on, he's completely sucked in, and quite literally giggling throughout the song. There's not a day that goes by that she doesn't hold it over his head. Popular is one of his top 5 songs on Spotify wrapped next year.

I'm Not That Girl- Marcus Pike

While he'd probably rather see a play than a musical, he knows about Wicked and likes it enough to go see it on his own. Has listened to the soundtrack once a while ago, and has a general idea of the plot, but completely forgets about this song. Marcus Pike is literally the definition of not being that girl. Tries his best to keep from crying, but is sobbing by the end of the song. Definitely needs a while to recover after seeing the movie because of how much it made him feel things.

One Short Day- Javi G.

This song is nothing but fun and good vibes. No internal conflict, no turmoil, just two gal pals enjoying their journey to Oz. Very much a fan of the fun colors, can't stop laughing at the guys in the egg shaped suits in the fountain. Didn't know anything about Wicked before he bought tickets, but heard everyone was talking about it, and now he's seen it 7 times and dances around his house to the soundtrack on repeat.

Sentimental Man- Dieter Bravo

This is no one's favorite song. It's not Dieter's, either. But he wasn't paying attention enough to remember any of the names of the songs, so when someone asks him what his favorite is, he points at this one and shrugs, thinking it was Dancing Through Life. He's confused why everyone is so surprised by his response. He watches it 3 more times and still never picks up on it.

Defying Gravity- Frankie Morales

The lyrics to this song hit SO HARD for our sweet boy. "As someone told me lately, everyone deserves a chance to fly?" Do you know how loud he sings this song to himself if he's flying alone in a helicopter? The song truly makes him reflect on a lot of life choices for the better. Already loved the movie up until this point, but this is just the icing on top of the cake. Goes to see it again specifically for this song.

[autumn0689]

You can have your own opinion on the Trolls movies (whether you love it or hate it) but something that I adore about them is how they handle Branch’s trauma and how it affects his relationships with others.

Sure, he is in a WAY better mental state now, but he still struggles. It’s mostly shown in the TV shows because shows have more time to develop things, but also in the movies he is still struggling.

In the first holiday special, he struggles with learning how to smile (and he truly doesn’t have a good smile until he is being genuine) and is shown to follow Poppy’s lead and when he tries to give his opinion and she says something else he just gives into her. I love how they also address his lack of social cues, especially when instead of telling Poppy that she ignored Bridget’s feelings, he treated Poppy how she treated Bridget.

Now, In the second movie, he doesn’t trust others easily and is always on the defense. He has a backup plan for everything and is shown to struggle with admitting his emotions (involving his crush on Poppy and mostly following her around and being there for her even if he doesn’t agree and it results in him and her having a fight) he sings and dances and all but he is still learning how to adjust to being a happy Troll again.

In the second Holiday special when he gets Poppy he freaks out because he doesn’t want to disappoint her (abandonment issues, anyone?) and, again, his lack of social cues, ESPECIALLY when he goes to measure Poppy’s hair and how seeing Poppy’s gift for him got him spiraling, which resulted in him thinking that he had to go BIGGER for Poppy, and when it ended up backfiring and making a scrapbook, he thought it was ‘lame’, which caused Poppy to calm him down, and while he was panicking about the clouds snowing, Poppy decided that they should both go on a balloon ride with no multitasking, making him happy. I love how Poppy knows how to calm him down and that while he’s struggling, she’s always there to help him.

Now onto the third movie *cracks knuckles* here we go!

Now, let’s get to the ‘Abandonment Issues’ Elephant In The Room. His bitterness about his brothers leaving him is something that he makes obvious, but mostly puts it away until his brothers say that they will be going their separate ways. Throughout the movie he slowly allows himself to enjoy being with them, but when that revelation comes up, everything comes flooding back, his resentment and anger and bitterness that he has had for the past twenty years. He then leaves them, telling them that he doesn’t need them, and when Poppy follows him, he lets his insecurities get the best of him, telling Poppy that she will leave him eventually, that everyone else does.

Poppy, being the best girlfriend that she is, reassures him that they have been by each others sides and that she isn’t going anywhere. He apologizes, but she doesn’t hold it against him. I love how much Poppy has changed, especially when in the second movie she made his doubts about Hickory about herself, and seeing how hurt he is, she comforts him and doesn’t excuse his brothers actions, agreeing to help him save Floyd.

I love how at the end of the movie, when he is surrounded by everyone that he loves, he is at his most happy, in my opinion. Now, I can imagine him still struggling, but he’s in a much better place, and while I’m positive he will still struggle in the future movies (after all, twenty years of not having any help for his trauma is something that won’t go away anytime soon) he has his brothers and his girlfriend.

I love how they still address his issues, they address the fact that not everything will get resolved immediately, and that while in the first movie he gains his True Colors™️ again, his colors fluctuate between being more gray to being more blue. For a movie for kids, I love how they ACTUALLY show Branch healing! Showing him having doubts, and how the movies show that while he has those to help him, it also shows how strong he is by continuously improving himself.

Of course, there’s still some issues (mostly in the TV Shows) in which they could delve more into it, but compared to other children’s media, the fact that they are showing Branch being happy while also showing that he is still recovering is something that I love about the Trolls franchise.

TL;DR I’m so glad that movies and shows for kids are discussing more serious topics, and I love how the Trolls franchise show the effects of trauma and that while Branch is still struggling, they show that with people to help you, you can end up in a better place. Of course he isn’t going to be immediately okay, but he’s slowly getting there, and that’s such a beautiful thing to see, especially in a movie like Trolls, where Trolls fart glitter and hug every hour and with the Pop Trolls being so happy almost all the time! I love how much care they put into characterizing Branch!

[childotkw]

ive seen a lot of writers' take on this, but not yours! so, naturally i have to ask! how do you think the canonverse would go, if voldemort found out harry was a horcrux sometime post goblet of fire? perhaps even directly during deathly hallows, where most of the other horcruxes were already either destroyed or missing?

Hmmm, I’ve used the trope a few times for some AUs….the one that jumps to mind is the AU where Harry and Bill are the ones that go horcrux hunting after fifth year and the whole ministry possession bit, and Voldemort’s hunting them down frantically to stop one wayward horcrux from killing the others.

But I could spin another one?

Maybe after the possession scene, Voldemort catches a clue and knows he needs get Harry immediately and either lock him up or reeducate him so that he’s no longer a threat. A lot of plans get tossed out the window because of this revelation, and Dumbledore is forced to reveal the truth to Harry to even the scales and give him some leverage over Voldemort.

Voldemort won’t kill him now, won’t even risk harming him, because there’s never been a human horcrux before and who knows what might affect the soul sliver inside him?

And oh boy does Harry exploit this new, horrible fact.

The problem is that this ‘protection’ doesn’t extend to his friends, so Harry does the only thing in his mind that makes sense.

They make a plan for it. He’s the one Voldemort wants. He’s the one with the mental connection to their enemy, the potential leak. If he removes himself from the board, draws attention away from the others, then they can focus on finding the remaining horcruxes while Voldemort is distracted by chasing Harry down.

It’s not an easy choice. Harry is fifteen. He’s untrained, he’s frightened, and he’ll be alone again because he can’t risk his friends coming with him.

He’s so fucking scared but he’ll do it anyway because what other choice does he really have? They finally have a way to beat Voldemort, he can’t not take it.

He takes a trunk of books, potions, clothes and other things Hermione foists on him in the hope it might help - and he runs.

Harry runs, and he learns, and he makes a nuisance of himself in loud and dangerous ways to keep Voldemort’s focus on him only him don’t you dare look away Tom

And it works for a while.

Harry is a brilliant distraction, and each time he slips through Voldemort’s fingers again it just makes the obsession burn hotter.

He’s dancing in the flames but he’s never so much as singed.

Harry doesn’t have the Trace on him anymore due to the tournament, and for the first time he’s allowed to learn at his own pace. He prioritises offensive and defensive magic, he dives into survival charms, into healing, into stealth - anything he thinks might give him an edge.

Without the traditional structure of school holding him back, Harry’s skill grows fast. He’s always learned better by doing, after all.

He tests himself against Death Eaters - slowly, carefully gauging his abilities against theirs. Studying their own spells and curses and trying them out for himself when he can.

And without someone to tell Harry the correct way to do things, he blasts past restrictions and limitations like they’re not even there.

It continues like that for months, years.

The Order are gathering the horcruxes, holding off destroying them to keep the advantage for as long as they can, and Harry is…growing. Changing. Becoming better.

More.

It’s all going well.

Until it isn’t.

Until someone makes a mistake, and Harry has to bargain with the only thing he has.

Himself.

[ssentimentals]

dk + dancing in the kitchen

'the option of just ordering something is still on the table, by the way.'

you glare at your boyfriend, who only smiles sheepishly back. 'seokmin, tiramisu is one of the easiest desserts, i'm sure we can handle making one by ourselves. besides, it needs to rest for the whole night in the fridge, so it's perfect for tomorrow's party.'

'why the recipe is so long if it's easy to make?' he asks, making a very valid point, but you don't say that out loud. 'and that's a whole lot of mascarpone, if you ask me.'

with a huff, you turn around, crossing your hands over your chest. 'are we making a dessert for our friends or are we not, lee seokmin?'

he immediately straightens up, saluting you with a serious face, but his eyes are twinkling with mischief. 'we are, m'lady.'

you shake your head at his antics, smiling. cooking is not your forte and not seokmin's as well, but making something together counts for a good quality time spent and you both enjoy it. seokmin always manages to make atmosphere lighter and right now he fiddles with his phone, picking a right song to fit the mood, humming to himself. 'i'm about to whip the egg whites, nothing will be heard anyway.' you warn him and he pouts. 'go and prepare the coffee, you pouty baby.'

seokmin smiles and walks past you, dropping a kiss on your forehead. 'your pouty baby,' he says smugly and walks to the coffee machine. 'are we adding alcohol in it or not?' before you can open your mouth and reply he follows up with: 'let's add, let's make everyone drunk off our dessert.'

you cackle at this. gathering all your friends together in your shared home became a tradition, one which seok and you treasured and tried not to break. it can get too much at times, but the fact that everyone loves coming to your house cause 'it's the coziest place, you and seokmin make it so welcoming' makes your heart sing; the best part about your home is how it really feels like home and you don't even know how you both did it. maybe it's about seok's and your things mixed together, little parts of you and him scattered all over the place; or maybe 'it's because you can feel the love of you two, you know? like, it's everywhere here, it's in the air. i come in here and i feel it' as your friends say. you smile at these thoughts, feeling almost giddy inside, whipping the egg whites till they become stiff peaks. you can hear your boyfriend shuffling in the background but you pay him no mind until you hear familiar tune.

i see the crystal raindrops fall and the beauty of it all,

is when the sun comes shining through

you smile, feeling two strong arms wrap around your waist. 'i am cooking,' you mumble, when seokmin nuzzles into your neck.

'and i want to dance with my girlfriend,' he whispers and turns you around. 'tiramisu can wait. come here.' he pulls you away from the counter and moves to the middle, gently swaying you two back and forth. 'when i think of you sometime and i wanna spend some time with you,' he sings to you, smiling brightly as you give in, wrapping your arms around his neck. 'sing with me.'

you used to be very shy because nothing can compare to the beauty of seokmin's voice but with time you learned how he honestly enjoys when you sing along with him and it's hard to say 'no', when he's looking at you like that. like you hold the meaning of this world, like you are the meaning of this world for him, like even if he tries to he won't be able to look away. he always looks at you like that, like you are love and you are sun, which is ridiculous because he is love and he is sun. his fingers on your back sneak under your t-shirt to caress naked skin and you shiver, stepping closer, quietly singing: 'just the two us, building castles in the sky, just the two of us..'

'you and i,' he sings back, fully embracing you now.

he tucks his head down, plastering you both together so you are not as much as dancing but more just shuffling from side to side. it may look uncomfortable but you bask in his warmth, in his scent and it's perfect. he continues humming the song into your ear and caress your back as you grip him tighter. in moments like that you want to freeze the time and make them last forever; seokmin seems to share the same sentiment, placing a kiss on your head.

just the two of us, we can make it if we try, just the two of us

you continue to stay pressed together even when the song is over and you sigh contently, pressing a kiss on his chin. seokmin smiles and looks down on you, eyes crinkling with happiness. he leans in, kisses you with all the care in the world and then presses one quick kiss on the tip of your nose as well.

'let's get back to cooking?' you ask, slowly pulling away.

'if you promise one more dance break.' you nod at this and he smiles brightly. 'then yes, back to our tiramisu.' he lets you go and steps to check if coffee cooled down. there's a spring in his step, he's giddy from this little dance and he frankly can't wait for more, not very interested in the cooking. he eyes a huge pack of cheese next to him and adds: 'have i said that i think that's a whole lot of mascarpone?'

a/n: it's obviously 'just the two of us' song but in this rendition and oh how perfect it is for dancing in the kitchen with seok 🥰 hope your halloween went well, have some fluffy dk! more fluff can be found here - nini

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[queensusanthemagnificent]

It’s Gushing About Cinderella 1997 Time Again

Okay, so instead of color theory, today, I’m looking at Cinderella’s journey with trust, the Prince’s inability to recognize her at the ball, and how that aspect of the original fairytale got utilized to further along the theme of learning to trust people to love you for who you are.

Part 1: The Prince Meets Cinderella

When the prince meets Cinderella just after The Sweetest Things, there is no magic involved at all, and he’s IMMEDIATELY smitten with her. Just thinks she’s the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen and makes no bones about trying to figure out how to ask her out even after she’s excused herself to go about her day. Cinderella is visibly uncomfortable with the attention, but doesn’t completely turn him away. We know from The Sweetest Things that she WANTS love, that she yearns for it even, but the moment someone turns around and gives it to her, she doesn’t seem to know what to do with it anymore. She’s mostly confused by the prince’s behavior, but ultimately gains enough confidence and chutzpah to call him out on continuing to pester her even when she’s made it fairly clear she’s not interested by asking him if he even knows how to treat a woman.

And of course has her iconic line:

He sticks his foot in his mouth right after by saying she’s “not like most girls” which I will somewhat excuse as we know the prince has grown up massively sheltered and has likely not spoken to many women outside of the trappings of nobility who are all attempting to gain his or his parents’ favor, particularly as a suitor (we also know from a later scene that his mother has been attempting to set him up for a while and this is likely how he has met most women he’s ever interacted with).

Cinderella chooses to be forgiving and admits that she’s led a fairly sheltered life, thus how she’s gained her opinions I suppose, and the prince admits the same and they really seem to connect TOGETHER for the first time before the stepmother interrupts. Despite her choice to try to walk away from the prince when he initially showed interest in her, Cinderella risks her stepmother’s impatience and irritation by turning back one last time to watch the prince leave. She WANTS love, she WANTS to trust that someone could be interested in her like this, but she doesn’t completely trust it to happen or to last.

Part 2: The Prince sees Cinderella at the Ball

The next time the prince sees Cinderella is at the ball. He’s just spent the last several hours making nice with a bunch of women he doesn’t know and isn’t interested in so he can appease his mother. Presumably, he could probably expect the girl he met in the marketplace a few days ago might make an appearance given that the invite went out to all the girls in the kingdom, but he never mentions it. While it was clearly a nice connection to make in the moment, he seems to mostly chalk it up to a successful trip to the village, made nicer by a pretty girl and doesn’t think much about it afterwards, esp since the problem of the ball comes up immediately and his attention gets derailed.

In other words, the prince is not thinking about Cinderella anymore. Not maliciously, but he’s got other things on his mind, so when she shows up and he doesn’t recognize her despite having flirted with her only a few days ago, it’s somewhat understandable. Plus, she’s all made up with a completely different hairstyle and a nice dress and they have only met ONCE, for a few minutes total, several days ago.

But, that being said, while he doesn’t recognize her, he IS once again immediately smitten with her, and he does have that sense of familiarity, he just can’t place where. The problem then comes when he starts to try to guess how he knows her.

His guesses are all related to Cinderella being rich and/or nobility like him rather than considering that commoner girl he flirted with in the marketplace only a few days ago. Cinderella reacts fairly kindly to those guesses, telling him that she can’t swim, so she wouldn’t have been at the lake that summer, or that she’s never been to the mountains where his lodge is. But these assumptions eventually feed into Cinderella’s feelings of inadequacy and her fears that he won’t care for her when he finds out who she really is despite his initial reaction to her in the marketplace.

She starts to get flustered again when he calls her beautiful and her attention is drawn to how everyone around her is looking at them, but is effectively distracted by the Prince beginning to sing and only becomes flustered again once the King and Queen decide to insert themselves into the situation and get to know her and the reality of what seems to be happening hits her. She just intended to go to a fun party and dance a little, but now she’s gotten the attention of the Prince and it’s coming back to her that the point of the ball was for the Prince to find a WIFE. But she can tell, both from the Prince’s earlier comments and the ones made by the King and Queen asking who she is and who her family is, that they’re assuming things about her status that aren’t true.

Cinderella wants to keep living in a fantasy, though, where a Prince could love someone like her, so every time her reality comes into the conversation, she tries to move the conversation away. She wants to live in the bubble of romance the Prince is creating for her rather than talking about her family or what he wants in a wife.

And it works, right up until the clock strikes midnight and that reality crashes down on her like an avalanche.

Despite everything they’ve talked about that night, about how he knows she’s The One despite just having met her, about what he wants in a wife and how she seems to fit that description, about their feelings, Cinderella does not trust that he’s going to like her once he finds out who she is. Because despite how much time they’ve spent with each other (which, according to clock, is about 45 minutes now), he hasn’t recognized her as the girl from the marketplace ONCE.

Cinderella herself never mentions whether she recognizes the Prince from the marketplace or not, but we can fairly safely assume that she does. That moment meant a LOT to her, it was likely the first friendliness she had been shown in a while, especially by a stranger, and it hit her like a ton of bricks. It showed her that someone COULD be interested in her for who she is, could grow to love her.

And of course, meeting the Prince’s family at the ball gives her a sense of what it would be like to be part of HIS family, a family that already does seem to like her well enough and clearly care about their son. It’s everything she’s ever dreamed of having, but they all believe her to be something she isn’t, and she can’t trust that they’d treat her the same if they knew. So instead of risking it all for love, for that dream, she runs again. She’d rather leave it one really good night and a lifelong what-if than get rejected one more time.

Cinderella runs home, back to what she knows, back to what’s comfortable. In the “Do I Want You” reprise, Cinderella appears wistful, but resigned. The Prince, on the other hand, seems almost more confident and determined. He’s smiling at the empty courtyard, even before he sees the shoe left behind. Cinderella is prepared to let everything go, but the Prince no longer is. She told him at the ball is that the problem with most people is that they only dream about things without ever doing anything about it.

So he does. He commits himself to finding her, even WITHOUT the shoe, he’s committed to finding her.

Part 3: The Prince Finds Cinderella

Obviously, the fact that the Prince has the need to go out and have everyone try on the shoe means he still has no idea who Cinderella is. He never asks her name at the ball, so he hasn’t connected her to the girl from the marketplace who DID tell him her name. He can’t just go into the village and ask for “Cinderella” yet. But the fact that he goes INTO the village at all means he has recognized that this girl could be literally anyone, commoner or nobility, and it doesn’t matter to him which it is. He’s making no assumptions about her identity anymore.

And then he sees her. In an obvious throwback to their first meeting, he finds her having just dropped all of her belongings in front of a carriage because it moved in front of her a little quickly.

Backing up, though. Cinderella’s gone through an entire journey during this time period. She left the Prince behind at the ball, ready to leave that dream behind as “impossible.” And gives it one last go with the family she was left with, trying to connect with them, be a part of it. And it fails. Again.

But it gives her the strength to realize that this was never going to work. And while she doesn’t believe she can be what a Prince wants, she DOES believe she deserves to be loved and deserves better than what her stepmother is dishing out.

So, the next day, while the Prince is out with a glass slipper, going through every eligible girl in the kingdom trying to find her, Cinderella is preparing to leave her childhood home and set out on her own. Even when she ostensibly DOES hear the Prince in the house, trying on the slipper with her family, she chooses not to make herself known to him, and walks away.

But not quite fast enough and the Prince sees her.

She is once again dressed as a commoner with no magic involved, and this time, the Prince immediately recognizes her both as the woman from the marketplace AND the woman from the ball. From behind. By referencing their first meeting where he initially made his interest known, he indicates that he still likes her despite now knowing her background, and perhaps even BECAUSE he now knows her background as the first woman he ever met who truly understood how he felt and treated him like a person, with kindness and respect, rather than like a Prince.

Cinderella has a choice here. He recognizes her, yes, but she doesn’t have to play along. She doesn’t have to turn around and admit to anything, she COULD, presumably, choose to keep running. But the fact that he RECOGNIZES her, finally, and still wants her, gives her just enough courage to turn around and trust him and confirm her identity, both as the girl in the marketplace and the girl who fits the slipper.

And it pays off. Trusting someone to love you as you are, having the courage to actually go after your dream, to let it come true, pays off.

Have I mentioned how much I love this movie recently? Because this is PEAK Cinderella, and I love this movie.

[lina-andel]

hi! ✨ anon here hehe

how's your day? i hope you're doing good

hope you don't mind for another request ;-;

can you please write for a god!reader who genuinely want to learn something from their followers? for example she want to learn how to dance from eula or learn to sing with venti. you can choose whoever you want to write though!

also, are you pulling for hu tao? (out of pure curiousity because hu tao is my little walnut that i treasure sooo much ;-;)

thank you! have a great day!

Hello ✨ anon!

In general, everything is good! Didn't get enough sleep, but that's okay. Hope you are doing well too!

I don't mind requests! I think I would close them if I was against it, heh.

I don’t know, honestly... I want Xiao, but I also want Thoma... I’ll pulling, but I’m not really looking forward to her - although I won’t be surprised if she falls out to me, I’m pretty lucky.

Unfortunately, I don't know Eula very well, so there may be mistakes. Sorry in advance!

"Eula!" - noticing the girl's figure, you immediately jumped from your seat, running up to her. You really liked her movements and dance, so you fired up the idea to learn how to do this. And who is better to learn from than the most expert in such dances?

- "Yes, Your Grace?" - the knight immediately turned to you, bowing politely, following the habits of the nobility. She is one of the few who followed such formalities with you, although you have said many times that it is not worth it. It looks like she decided to either show you her upbringing, or she does it unconsciously - she never told you. - "Careful, you will fall."

"Teach me to dance like you!" - you immediately give out when you stop next. You are just below her and you have to lift your head, but you hoped that it would not really interfere.

Lawrence's face changed slightly in surprise - you? Ask her to teach you? Dance? In fact, this worries her a little - learning to dance is difficult, you need constant training and the development of flexibility, then it will hurt you, and this is the last thing she wants. But to deny you...

- "... All right, Your Grace." - she sighed, realizing that she could not refuse your pleading eyes. - "Let's go to the hall."

---

- "No, no, leg here." - she slightly corrected you when you stepped wrong again. It seems that her dance turned out to be more difficult for you than you thought it would be. - "... Maybe let's try to learn something easier for a start?"

You sighed, frustrated by your poor dancing skills, and embarrassed that you could disgrace yourself so much in front of Eula. She, of course, did not say anything frustrating, but your hands dropped. Therefore, you decided to try something easier. -"For example?"

- "Let's take a regular waltz to warm up. This way you can get used to it." - she smiled, taking your hands and putting them on the right places - shoulder and belt. You noticed how her face was slightly red, embarrassed by your being so close to her, but she continued to act as a teacher. - "Follow me - so you will not lose the rhythm. Let's start?"

You nodded and she led you to dance, singing the right melody. And even if you were clumsy, stepping on her feet, seeing your focused face and slipping smile was dear to Eula. She did not regret at all that she agreed to teach you.

[azenkii]

A Long List of Trash Fire Lord Zuko Headcanons

...that i couldn't get out of my head:

(warning: SUPER LONG POST i havent figured out how to trim posts yet)

he's the one who unchains azula despite iroh's protests. she doesn't even try to fight him, just cries into his shoulder and keeps mumbling about how father's going to be so disappointed in her. he takes her to her rooms and has her drink a sleeping draught, then stations the best guards he has left outside her chambers.

his first council meeting takes place literally a day after sozin's comet. he hobbles into the council chamber shirtless with his entire torso covered in bandages and every council member just looks at him like '...what'

he does NOT sleep for like,,a week after sozin's comet and then another two weeks after his coronation. katara, aang and suki try to persuade him to sleep and he doesn't listen. eventually sokka, toph and mai team up to literally drag his ass to bed and tell him he's not allowed to get up until he sleeps (does mai pin him to the bed with her knives? yes. is it kinky or sexual in any way? definitely not.)

he drinks So. Much. Tea. at this point it's practically tasteless to him but he drinks it anyway because he just needs something to do and tea is something familiar. he keeps iroh on his toes because he's constantly asking for new tea blends, uncle, i think i actually tasted the last one,

he flat-out refuses to grow his hair for at least a year after ozai's defeat. the second it starts getting close to his chin he shears it off himself, with his knife, and his stylist has a heart attack every single time

when he's tired he'll occasionally jump up when one of his guards moves. it stops after a bit, but for the first month and a half or so he's really twitchy. when sokka asks, the only explanation he can come up with is that he's not used to having people stand behind him silently and not want to kill him, much less want to protect him (sokka immediately takes him out for a shopping trip and makes a point of walking behind him the entire time, but only on zuko's right side, where he can clearly see it if sokka moves towards him)

when the healer declares azula mentally unstable and in need of an institution, he shuts himself in his office for the rest of the night. no one's allowed in, not even iroh. he finally emerges in the morning, eyes red from crying and sleep deprivation, and tells the librarian that he'd like a list of the best mental institutions in the country, please, the best in the world if you can get them

he loves theatre (is this even a headcanon?). unfortunately it practically died out in the fire nation along with the rest of the creative arts, leaving nothing but small troupes like the ember island players. one of zuko's personal goals (meaning things he wants to accomplish that aren't as important as restoring his country) is to bring back theatre; he finally manages to do it after about eight months or so of being fire lord, along with other arts like dancing, music and sculpture

he establishes a national day of mourning, on the first day of autumn every year, to commemorate the genocide of the air nomads. from 100AG onwards, every calendar printed in the fire nation has it marked. at first it was called the day of repentance, but aang persuaded him to have it changed (by arguing that he didn't want guilt to be a literal staple of fire nation culture)

he introduces literally So Many educational reforms, plus a mandatory class that teaches students about the cultures of the other nations (air nomads included) and how some of their traditions overlap

he turns down the offer of having a statue put up of him in the capital. toph ignores him and does it anyway.

he visits azula regularly, makes sure she's (relatively) comfortable and well-fed, and sometimes just sits down outside her door and tells her about everything that's going on right now ('some of the far colonies have developed their own standardised writing, azula, you wouldn't believe it, and i've asked the fire sages to come visit more often—but you never liked them, did you? oh, well; i'll make sure none of them go into your chambers by mistake')

(he doesn't know it, but when he does this azula sits by the door and listens. she wonders what kind of writing the colonists have developed, and whether or not the fire sages have taken on some new recruits.)

he hates being above anyone else. never sits in the throne if he can help it, nor does he sit on the dais in the council room. when he talks to people shorter than him, he finds himself stooping a little bit to talk to them on their level (the exception to this rule is sokka, who he mocks for being shorter all the way up until sokka grows taller than him, the bastard)

the first time he visits the earth kingdom, the earth king's ministers call a toast. he ends up being the only one who has to sit out, because he's too young to drink by earth kingdom law

once his servants figure out he won't kill them for talking to him, they start becoming a lot more bold, telling him off when he doesn't take care of himself. at one point, they force him to let them take care of him so much that he literally just bolts into the gardens and hides there until the staff rope in mai and ty lee

when he needs to escape, he does one of two things: (a) he dresses up as the blue spirit and does some parkour until he calms down, or (b) he goes to work at the jasmine dragon. (b) happens less often bc the jasmine dragon's in ba sing se, but there's been a few memorable incidents when an earth kingdom diplomat walks in and yells, 'LEE?!' when they see the fire lord

the first court artist who draws him also happens to be the one who drew azulon and ozai. he draws zuko without his scar. zuko takes one look at it and tells him, very calmly, that he'd like him to leave, please.

zuko burns the portrait. he doesn't fire the court artist, but he never calls on him again unless he has to. a second court artist is called, and can't help but be a bit confused when the fire lord tells him to be sure to include the scar

he forgets the crown. a lot. sometimes he walks into council meetings in his sleepwear with his hair tied up in a messy ponytail and a bunch of scrolls tucked under his arm. none of his councilmen have the guts (or the heart) to tell him that this is not, in fact, formal council wear

he goes to feed the turtleducks when he's stressed. he thinks he's being subtle. he's not. the entire palace knows, and they consciously give him space when they see him in the turtleduck garden

most of his staff are older than him, so they look at him and see this teeny tiny fire lord who is So Small and who Must Be Protected. the day after zuko's coronation, the head chef holds a meeting where they commence Operation Do-Not-Let-That-Boy-Turn-Out-Like-His-Father (subsection He's-The-Only-Good-Thing-We-Have)

one night he wakes up to find suki sitting in his room, decked out in full kyoshi warrior garb and makeup, and just about screams blue murder. suki tells him there are suspicions of an assassin in the palace, and would you please stop yelling it's very distracting, we won't be able to hear anyone coming over that racket

zuko gets very, very paranoid of random spirits after that. yeah, suki looks like a possibly malevolent spirit when she's wearing her makeup, what about it? (when he tells sokka he's highkey terrified of spirit shenanigans, sokka just looks at him and says, 'man, the stories i could tell...', and THAT'S when zuko remembers sokka spent like six months more than he did travelling with the avatar)

on his first visit to the southern water tribe, he removes his boots and leg guards, rolls up his pants and kneels barefoot in the snow. even though chief hakoda immediately starts trying to pull him up, he's stubborn as hell and stays kneeling for the entirety of his very long, very sincere apology-on-behalf-of-the-fire-nation speech. he nearly loses his toes to frostbite after that, and both sokka and katara never stop giving him shit for it

the first time he grows a 'beard' is completely accidental. he's stressed over some trade miscommunications with chief hakoda, hasn't slept in a few days...and then when sokka arrives as water tribe ambassador to help smooth things over, he takes one look at zuko and says 'man, facial hair does not suit you'

zuko: facial what now

he checks a mirror to find that he's got stubble covering his chin, dark enough that it almost looks intentional, and holy gods how the fuck did he not notice this before

'UNCLE WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME' 'i assumed you were doing it on purpose' 'WHEN HAVE I EVER DONE ANYTHING ON PURPOSE'

he shaves it all off immediately, of course, which prompts a lot of teasing and rib-poking from sokka until zuko finally snaps that he's scared it'll make him look like his father. sokka stops after that.

(the day after sokka leaves, zuko finds that a mysterious someone has scribbled all over ozai's royal portrait, giving him a frankly ridiculous beard and moustache that literally CANNOT be grown in real life. oddly enough, he can't bring himself to care about the defamation of royal property. he's too busy laughing.)

his paths cross with toph and sokka more than any of the others, because sokka is ambassador and toph is technically still a beifong. most of the time, at formal functions, he ends up sequestered in the corner with toph and a hoard of snacks, and they talk and swear much more than they usually do (zuko's ministers once heard him when he was drunk with toph, and the servants swear the older ministers' ears started bleeding)

he restores fire nation cultural festivals, and in doing so subjects himself to learning a lot of complicated dances

during one memorable week, he wrote so many letters and drafted so much legislation that he ran out of paper. he had to go visit the nearest school and ask for some

he keeps up with his firebending and sword training even though it's hard to fit into his schedule. his ministers refrain from reminding him that he has guards to protect him now; it's still hard for zuko to trust his safety with anyone but himself (team avatar is the exception).

he started sleepwalking about two months into his reign. no one knew why. one time, he nearly sleepwalked right off the edge of a balcony, and one of his guards had to grab him by the back of his robes.

the sleepwalking stopped after around a month and never happened again. at this point it's practically palace legend.

after freeing the war prisoners, he went around collecting every single earthbender-proof wooden cell he could find in the capital and surrounding areas. when he'd gotten most of them, he gathered them into a huge pile in the city square and set fire to them with his own hands.

unfortunately he couldn't do that with the waterbender metal cells but he did get toph to come in and bend them all into pretty shapes (well, toph thought they were pretty shapes. everyone else thinks they're meaningless squiggles)

he learned how to write with both hands at the same time out of sheer necessity (he refused scribes until it became clear that he'd be putting some people out of a job; that was when he started letting scribes write very, very minor things, but all important documents/drafts/letters are still written by him)

he once put the wet end of an ink brush in his mouth instead of the wooden end by mistake. didn't even realise until he bit down to keep it in place and ink went oozing everywhere

when his guards rushed in to find him coughing and spluttering black liquid all over his desk they thought he'd been poisoned but no he's just stupid

on his 17th birthday, his first one after being crowned, he got tackled by team avatar in the middle of the ballroom and ended up at the bottom of a cuddlepile for like ten minutes

this cuddlepile happened at an event that was very much public and very much formal. it was a scandal for weeks

just. fire lord zuko, guys. so much potential

[marsbutterfly]

may i request a levi x reader oneshot? maybe like a hurt/comfort something

tyyyy have a nice day <3

Late Night Lullaby

Summary: After a failed mission beyond the walls, you find yourself being unable to sleep. Lucky for you, the door to Levi's office is always open.

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Another day, another failed mission outside the walls. Except this time you could still feel the titan’s strong grip around your waist, pulling your body towards its massive mouth. 

The cold sweat mixed with the drops of rain drips down your face, a bit of blood warming them up. If it wasn’t for Levi, at this time you would not even be here, you would be inside the titan’s stomach, your body dissolving before it is thrown back up.

Levi has always made sure you came back alive from every mission, even when you were still in the cadet corps. He would always look for you amongst the dead bodies and, once he noticed you weren’t there, he silently hoped that you were alive and not lost somewhere..

You’ve gotten close to death a good few times but something about this one was different. Maybe how close you actually got to being swallowed or because the only reason you nearly died is because of your own mistakes, either way the fear and guilt are still present in your mind.

Days have passed since then but the horrors you see when you close your eyes are very much still there.

When you realize it is yet again past curfew and you can’t close your eyes without being filled with a concerning amount of panic, you decide to head towards Captain Levi’s office in the hopes that he would be able to provide you with any form of comfort.

Quietly, you knock on the door a few times in a familiarly rhythmic way to let him know you are the one on the other side.

“Come in.” His voice is quiet but firm. 

When you open the door, you are received by the image of Levi’s face being illuminated by the candles. His hair is messy, like he has been running his fingers through it in an attempt to focus, the bags underneath his eyes telling you the story of how he hasn’t slept in days.

“You look like shit.” You say and he rolls his eyes, placing down the papers that once rested in his hands as he turns his head to look at you.

But before he has the time to call you a brat or say anything teasingly in return, he notices the tears in your eyes and the slight tremble on your bottom lip and hands. He sighs heavily before standing up, heading towards his unused bed.

You don’t have time to say another word before he wraps you in his blanket, covering you from your head to your toes. You smirk among the tears and you can feel his arms wrapping around you as he places your face on his shoulder.

“What’s wrong?” He asks, smelling your skin through the cloth of the blanket. 

“I can’t close my eyes anymore.” You say, nuzzling your face against him. Levi lets out a sigh and you can feel as he picks you up. Your head rests on one of his arms while your feet tangle from the other one.

You yelp but he doesn’t say anything. Instead, he takes you towards his bed and places you as gently as he possibly can as if you were a doll made out of thin porcelain.

He places your head on the cold surface of the pillow and you clutch to his shirt, puppy eyes desperately pleading for him to not leave you alone. Levi plants a soft kiss on your hand before bringing his hand to your face.

His thumb brushes against the tears that stream down your cheeks and he whispers, “You’re going to be ok. I’ll be right back with something that might help soothe your nerves.”

When the door opens, a cold air current comes from the hallway made of stone and a chill travels down your skin. You pull Levi’s blanket tightly above your chest while looking for any kind of support in his absence. 

The trees dance with the wind outside the window, the shadows tormenting you. With wide eyes, you look around the room constantly making sure no titan has made its way inside the barricades.

You can still hear it in the distance: the screams of your fallen comrades who lost their lives because you used the wrong smoke signal. Because of a stupid mistake you’ve made in a moment where it mattered the most.

The burden you carry from their lives, how were you allowed to live while their families just lost someone important? How were you allowed to come back when half the bodies didn’t? Why were you the only one?

Once you realize Levi has been gone for quite a while, paranoia starts to settle in and you are convinced something bad has happened to him. The worst part is that you don’t even know where he went so you can’t go looking.

You are fully aware that he is humanity’s strongest soldier but yet you can shake off the anxiety that comes with thinking that he was somehow killed or kidnapped on his way towards wherever he was going.

Even without knowing where he is, you decide enough is enough and the worry is too much to bear. So in an impulse, you drop the blanket from your shoulders and rush to the door, turning the knob and pulling it open in one swift move but there he stands.

Two cups of tea in his hands and the lantern hanging from his teeth, his foot is up in the air as if he was about to use it to kick open the wooden door. It takes a second but you finally realize he needs assistance so you remove the light from his lips. 

He thanks you while you guide him towards the table resting by one of the windows. You place the lantern on the surface, far away from his papers, before Levi hands you a cup.

“It’s a very soothing tea, it’s called…” He says but you cut him off as politely as possible.

“Chamomile.” You smile softly, “How were you able to get this? It’s so incredibly rare.”

“I have my connections in the underground, directly from the stash on its way to the richer families who don’t know anything about appreciating good tea when they see it.” He replies, picking his cup up with the tip of his fingers.

Levi pulls the chair further up a bit as an invitation for you to sit and you gladly take it.

Your image is reflected on his cup and you notice how awful you look: your hair is now a tangled mess, the round circles underneath your eyes seem to get darker by the hour and you can’t even remember when was the last time you had brushed your teeth. 

To keep those thoughts away, you take a sip of the sweet liquid. The warmth brings a comforting sensation to your chest and you feel as if your favorite person in the entire world has wrapped their arms around you.

It takes you a second to realize that he did, in fact, hug you from behind. The tea is still in one of his hands while the other holds your shoulders tightly close to his chest.

You feel the warmth of a few new tears as they make their way past your eyes. He doesn’t say anything nor does he need to, all you need in that moment is to feel protected and cared for and Levi has always been the best at providing you with that feeling.

He puts the cup down before kneeling beside you. He places his hand on your cheek and, with his thumb, brushes away the stubborn tears. 

“You are safe now.” He says and you nod, feeling as he places his forehead against yours.

After moving away, he silently tilts his head towards the tea in your hands. You take a sip after the other until the contents of the cup have all disappeared. Once you place the cup down, Levi takes your hand and guides you towards his bed.

The blanket he once put above you now rests on his lap and he immediately uses it to shield your body from the chilly wind that comes through a crack on the window. 

He wraps his arm around you, gently pulling you closer to him until there is no space whatsoever between your bodies. He is warm but especially his hands which touch you so delicately that you feel like a rare flower.

His face is buried on the back of your neck and you can feel his breath against your skin, awakening butterflies in your stomach in a way you have never felt before. But then again, Levi is quite the master of providing you with new sensations.

You can hear the footsteps outside the room coming from soldiers who patrol the hallways making sure everyone is safe. You can hear the flame of the candle as it dances with the wind. You focus on the sound of Levi’s deep breaths before he begins to hum a melody.

It’s a song you have never heard before and yet it feels so familiar. You feel the vibration coming from his throat and you smile, nuzzling your face against his hand. The melody is soothing and you can feel the peace radiating from the man behind you.

Your eyelids are now as heavy as bags of sand. Even with a wordless lullaby, Levi has managed to wash you with a sense of peace and tranquility. While one of his arms is still wrapped around you, the other reaches for your hair as he plays with the wild strands, combing your hair in the process.

“Where did you learn this song?” You ask quietly and you can feel as he smiles before planting a kiss on your head.

“My mother would sing it to me when I was younger.” He says, “It was the only thing that would help me fall asleep.”

“It’s a beautiful melody.” You acknowledge and he nods.

“Not as beautiful as you.” He says and you can feel a happy smile taking over your lips. In this moment, you have forgotten all about the dangerous situation you had just been put in earlier in the day, all that matters is this moment with Levi. “Blow the candle, let’s get you some sleep.”

You do as he says, quickly returning to his embrace. “Thank you for saving me.”

“I will never let anything bad happen to you.” He whispers softly in response. You close your eyes, focusing once again on his breathing. 

Before you have time to fall asleep, you realize his grip around you has loosen up a bit and his breathing has a little more rhythm to it. You realize he has fallen asleep and you can’t help but smile.

You turn around to face him, carefully moving so he won’t wake up. You plant a kiss on his forehead before nuzzling your head on his chest, feeling as he pulls you closer to him in his sleep like you were his teddy bear.

For the first time, you are able to close your eyes and see a beautiful image of Levi taking care of you and you quietly begin hum the song he introduced you to, only stopping when you fall asleep in his arms.

A lullaby is a song known to put people to sleep and, thanks to Levi, you have now found a way to prevent the demons from your past from getting to you during bedtime.

[acourtofsnakes]

What Do We Say To Death? Not Today - Bucky Barnes x F! Reader (smut)

gif by: @buckypascal

Prompt request:

22. For sex after a near death experience and "I'm gonna fuck you until you beg me to stop"

I thank you for this @kenoobiwan​ - This was... I enjoyed writing this 😌

Summary: A near death experience encourages Bucky to make you feel better

Warnings: 18+ for explicit sex!! Slightly Dom! Bucky, swearing, Praise kink Fingering (f receiving), p in v sex, doggy style, slight cum play?, oral (f receiving and m receiving too), neck play/throat holding/breath play,  begging, pleasure/pain play, mentions of death/near death/fighting, blood, injuries

Word Count: 4.4k+ 

Permanent Taglist: @greeneyedblondie44​ @mamacitapascal​ @mypedrom​ @undiscovered-misunderstood​ @kaylee-krystal​ @queenofthefaceless​ @gallowsjoker​ @kirsteng42​

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There was something to be said about fighting bad guys with your boyfriend. 

Especially when your boyfriend was James Buchanan Barnes – ex-solider, ex-assassin, all Brooklyn boy with a heart of gold and a smile that could bring you to your knees. 

You had known him for years now, a partnership turning to friendship and friendship turning to love. 

The entire time, you had remained partners because you were simply a formidable team. 

Both of your experiences in training made you relentless, and you could work together like a force of nature, never failing to bring down the bad guys. 

Well. Usually. 

Today was… not one of those days. 

It had been going well, good even but then… It wasn’t. 

Somehow, one of the super soldiers you had been fighting had suddenly got the jump on you, pinning you down and then dragging you to the edge of Brooklyn Bridge. 

He had held you over the drop by one of your hands, taunting you as you hung above the expanse of the East River. 

It was a classic exchange. 

Bucky – still fighting – either gave up and left them alone, or the soldier would kill you. 

Back and forth the exchange had gone, until Bucky got even more pissed and shot the guy in the head, making him tumble back… And taking you with him.

Except, Bucky was already there, diving to the edge of the bridge and catching your hand just before you fell too far. 

The force of his hand catching you had threatened to wrench your arm from its socket, but it didn’t matter – he had saved your life. 

You couldn’t swim, certainly not after a fight like that and the energy it had sucked from your body. 

You would have gone down like a lead balloon. 

The pair of you had limped to the subway, battered, bleeding and shattered. 

Everyone had avoided you in the carriage, but you didn’t care. You were both whole, safe and… together. 

Even broken and battered, you still held hands up to Bucky’s apartment – he was closest. And it was cosy here, familiar and it would always be home. 

You sighed softly in relief as the door of his bedroom closed behind you and you turned to look at him, only to find him already watching you. 

Something stirred in you, something deep and blazing. 

Maybe it was the adrenaline, maybe it was the fact you had danced with death and looked Her in the eye tonight but there was a fire beginning to blaze it your belly. 

It could have been any of those things, but it was most likely Bucky. 

A trickle of blood running down his cheek from a cut on his eyebrow, his plush lower lip split and a bruise already forming over that wickedly sharp jawbone. 

His Arctic blue eyes were the colour of the ocean in a storm, waves of frustration and anger pelting the shores of his mind. And when he looked at you, those waves turned into a tsunami, darkening further with desire and it seemed he had the same thoughts on his mind. 

He prowled toward you on silent feet, the air parting around his lean body as if sensing the presence of a hunter. 

And you were his prey, caught in that blazing gaze like a butterfly pinned beneath a needly. 

And oh, how you loved it. 

You raised an eyebrow, watching him with mock indifference, even as every nerve in your body stood to attention, crying out for his touch. “What?” Just the perfect amount of sass.

Bucky’s eye twitched just slightly, a faint snarl on his lips as he got closer and closer to you, but he remained silent. 

This was all part of the game, your blazing desire for each other battling, rising and falling in a game of tension and edging. To see who would break first, who would surrender power to the other. 

You cocked your head, pushing him further, “Can’t find your words, Buck? That makes a change.” You laughed softly, that sing-song laugh and tone that was all bratty and cocky and you knew pushed him. 

He was backing you up against the wall, the scent of his aftershave, smoke and iron washing over you. “Don’t use that tone on me.” His voice had dropped an octave, sinking into that deeper and more gravelly tone that turned your knees to jelly and made you ache for him. 

Heat was flowing through your limbs, your clothes becoming too tight, too constricting. Each bruise and cut faded to a background hum as the toes of his boots met yours. 

Ordinarily, you were both as stubborn and hot-headed as the other, but in times like these, when he had that voice and that predatory look in his eye… You were all too willing to quite literally drop everything and let him destroy you. “What are you going to do about it, soldier?” You purred the words up at him, all arrogance. 

Bucky paused, close enough now that he filled your vision. He looked over you, eyes flicking over your face with a dark hunger that reminded you of the Winter Soldier, perhaps a level of control and darkness that lay within him all the time. 

The clock on the far wall ticked by slowly, the tension growing thicker and thicker with each tick. 

Just when you thought your head might explode, Bucky suddenly moved. 

His hands shot out to spin your body around, left hand pinning your arm to your side as his hand curled around your jaw, grasping it tightly. His right hand pressed into your lower belly, pushing you back into him and you felt the hard line of him pressing against the bottom of your back. 

He yanked your jaw to the side with enough pressure that it sent shockwaves of pleasure down your spine. You felt his rough stubble graze over your neck, his teeth tug your earlobe, “I’m going to fuck you until you beg me to stop.” His snarl echoed in your ear, his breath hot and almost a pant. 

Your eyes rolled back in your head as you pressed back into him more, rubbing your ass against the bulge straining his trousers. “Then what are you waiting for?” You gasped the words, still taunting him because fuck, you adored soft Bucky but this, this hot predator of desire and dominance… He owned you. 

A dark laugh echoed in your ear, his vibranium fingers pressing tighter into your jaw to give him access to the soft flesh of your neck, “Still being a brat, huh? I save your life, and this is how you say thank you?” He licked a wet stripe along your neck, tasting you and he blew out a moan that pebbled your skin with the cool brush of air. “I think you need to learn some manners, doll.” 

The hand on your belly suddenly plunged beneath your waistband, his nails scraping the sensitive skin and then finding how wet you were. 

That dark laugh echoed again as he felt the slick coating your underwear, “Oh, baby, you are so needy, aren’t you?” He pressed the pads of his fingers to your clit, wasting no time in rubbing quick, almost harsh circles. 

“Fuck, Bucky-” Your head fell back to his shoulder, hips immediately driving forward to seek more of his touch, more of that insistent pressure. 

Bucky bit at your neck, straight white teeth scraping over your skin and sinking into the flesh, “That’s it, baby, I know how much you need me… Need me to fuck you so hard you can’t walk.” He smoothed his tongue over the hurt, mumbling the dirty words against your skin like a prayer. His fingers slipped deeper, gathering the wetness on his index and middle fingers before slowly, slowly pushing them inside. 

A languid groan broke from your throat, your arms straining against his. There was nothing to hold, to balance out the instant fiery sparks he shot through your body, so you were forced to stand there and take it. You could only make small movements with your hips, rocking in time with his lazy thrusts with those long fingers. “Stop teasing, you ass.” You shifted your head in his hand, managing to take one of the cool vibranium fingers into your mouth and you sucked the metal, liking the tang on your lounge.

Your soldier moaned deep in his throat as you did, unable to feel it apart form a faint tingle but the mere sight of it was enough – and he knew why you were doing it, “You want these fingers inside you, doll? Want to cum all over them like the gorgeous, needy thing you are?” He pushed another finger into the wet heat of your mouth, enamoured by the sight of your tongue slipping out and stroking up the length of them, the pink flesh against the black and gold sending him into a frenzy.  

You hummed against his fingers, body straining again, and you managed a nod, aching for those hard, cold fingers to be inside you. 

He gave you what you wanted – he always would – and he pulled those fingers from your lips with a wet pop!  

Your solider wasted no time in lowering that hand, swapping his fingers and pushing the vibranium digits deep, deep inside your core. 

They were thicker, harder, colder and fucking hell, they were everything. 

They never tired and could fuck into you with a pace that was unlike anything else you had ever experienced. 

Bucky watched as you arched against him, your lips parting with a moan worthy of song, “That’s it, baby… Take what you want, what you deserve…” 

His murmured praise spurred you on, encouraging you to roll and rock your hips against his hand. He matched your pace, pumping in and out, curling up his digits to press against that spongey spot immediately. 

He wasn’t taking you slow today, not by any means. 

The warm flesh of his right fingers, slick still from being inside you pressed to your bundle of nerves again, combining slow figure of eight motions with the curling motions of his fingers. 

It didn’t take long until you were keening his name, body shaking with the effort of being forced to take it all and you fell apart on his hand, coating the smooth metal with your release, soaking his wrist and your own skin. 

Your knees buckled, and he guided you to the bed where you flopped back, head spinning with the force of how quickly your first orgasm had barrelled into you. 

Bucky looked down at you on the bed, panting and legs parted for him as your thighs glistened with your release. He then looked down at his vibranium hand, seeing that same stickiness coat the metal, turn it gloss and he lifted them to his lips, sucking each one clean with appreciative growls that had you whimpering for him. “Messy girl.” His eyes dropped to his bed covers, where your sticky wetness had soaked the bed sheets. 

You leant up on your elbows, chest rising and fallen raggedly to catch your breath still, “Bucky.” The word was a command, a plea, and a prayer all at once. 

You raked your eyes from the top of his messy, curly hair, down to him licking his fingers clean and then lower, over his broad shoulders and chest, the vibranium arm, all the way down to his heavy, thick cock, standing to attention and swollen from holding back his own release – purely from watching you fall apart on his fingers. 

Mouth-watering, you sat up, moving to your hands and knees and you crawled across the bed to him, ignoring the sharp ache as your shoulder protested. 

He watched you keenly, knowing what you were going to do, letting you take control for the moment. 

Besides, he fell to pieces when you did this. 

You stopped when you were eye level with that beautiful, thick cock. 

God, he was so beautiful. 

Long, smooth, a vein delicately running up the underside that drove you crazy. 

To be honest, everything about him drove you crazy. 

You looked up at him, eyes locked on his as you curled your fingers around that length, spitting lightly on the end and then smoothing the combined mix of your saliva and the beads of his precum up and down him.

Bucky hisses slowly through his teeth, his head falling down to watch you, hands curling into fists as you teased him with these pumps. 

You would keep with the teasing if you weren’t desperate to taste him, so you gave in, parting your lips and lowering your head along his cock. 

He watched it disappear into your plush lips, inch by inch until you took all you could, your hand grasping the rest. 

You moaned in unison, his head tilting back again with the feeling of the wet heat of your mouth enveloping him – and you from the velvety weight of him in your mouth, a taste like nothing else. 

He was heavy, hot and tasted absolutely divine. 

You could give up food for this, honestly. 

Quickly, you began a pace as relentless as he had, bobbing your head up and down his cock, tongue swiping up and around like he was the tastiest lollipop in the world. With every lift of your head, your tongue followed up that damn vein, pressing into the flesh with enough pressure that Bucky’s hips jolted forward. 

Perfect, exactly what you wanted. 

A soft laugh rumbled your throat, vibrating down through the head of his dick and he fisted his hand at the back of your head in your hair, “Fuck, doll – Shit.” His jaw was clenched, eyes torn between closing in pleasure and watching you devour him whole. 

You wanted more, more of a reaction from him, so you pulled all the way back, locking your eyes to him again as the tip of your tongue, tracing around his head and then pressing into that slit at the end of his dick. You lifted your free hand to his balls, feeling them tight and weighty and you grasped them, tugging gently as your tongue toyed with that sensitive end. 

Bucky damn near whimpered, his hips jerking forward again, and he slipped between your teeth a few inches. 

And you absolutely adored it when he fucked your mouth. 

So, you did it again. 

Squeezed his balls and hollowed out your cheeks, tightening your mouth around him. You gave him a look, eyelashes fluttering – fuck me, if you mean it. 

Bucky let out a shaken breath, tongue darting over his lips and he nodded once, grasping the back of your head and his hips began to move, thrusting into your mouth gently. 

You were already there, widening your jaw and controlling your breathing so that when he jerked forward – you took him down your throat. Deep. Deep enough that the warm hand holding your jaw could feel the thick press of him widening your throat. 

It sent a shockwave through him, those impossible thighs tensing and trembling by your head as you took him down your throat again and again, jerking the inches you couldn’t reach, fondling his balls with the other. 

And when they tightened warning you of his release, you merely pushed forward more, taking the entire length of him so that your nose brushed the short, curling hairs. 

And then your soldier came apart, crying out with a garbled version of your name, shooting hot spurts of cum down your throat. 

You lapped up every drop, swallowing thickly until he was pulling back from you, his eyes wide with awe and something primal. 

The next moment, you were on your back, and he was balls deep in you, your legs wrapped around his waist as he fucked you mercilessly. 

Bucky folded his big, broad body over yours, his belly pressing into yours and there was a sudden jolt of icy cold on your face – his dog tags. 

Fuck. 

His dog tags were hitting your chin with every thrust of his hips, gently clinking together and thumping against your jaw line. 

There was something filthy, messy about this. Pure, undiluted lust as you fucked each other, working off the adrenaline and fear from nearly dying. 

Sure, you spoke, you had deep conversations that lasted the whole night and ranged from his time in the 40’s, to your childhood. 

But other times, when words got too hard, and emotions got too painful to speak aloud… This was how you spoke to each other. The frantic movement of your bodies, the entwining of your souls as you escaped from your lives for an hour – or many. 

“I love you, baby – Don’t know what I would do without you.” Bucky groaned low, hips thrusting and grinding into yours with relentless pace, “If I had lost you today – I would have torn everything apart and followed you.” He lifted his head, his eyes blown near black as he watched his tags hitting your skin. 

Your head was thrown back in ecstasy, breath consistently stuck in your throat as he jack-knifed into you. Your nails scrabbled over his back, gouging deep crescent moons into his skin as you held on, “And I would have followed you to the end of the world.” A high moan broke your words, “I love you too, Bucky. Always…” You dug your nails in tighter, “Especially when you fuck me like this, break me apart with your cock – I always want it, always think about it.” 

The snarl Bucky let out was something animal, unhinged and he started snapping his hips to yours with a frenzied pace, “You – You’re so fucking perfect, so beautiful”- He dropped his head to your neck, biting the skin and his hand moved to your thigh, bending your leg back to your chest to hammer into you at a new angle. The thick, blunt head of his cock thudded against that spot deep inside you, throwing you by the spine toward that edge – and when his pubic bone scraped against your clit, you tumbled off the edge, your orgasm shattering through you so hard you saw stars. 

“Fuck, Bucky – Bucky-”,  His name rose in a scream, back arching as waves and waves of pleasure crashed through your body. 

“Bucky sucked in a choked breath, “Shit, baby – Fuck, look at you-” The feeling of your walls tightening and squeezing around him finished him, and pulled out just in time to watch thick ropes of his cum decorate your belly and thighs. 

The feeling of it, warm on your skin had your orgasm riding longer, hips undulated against the air, and you barely had enough time to breath before Bucky grasped your hips, “Hands and knees – now.” 

He flipped you over, panting as you rose onto all fours, and he was slamming back into you with no warning. 

You cried out, the punishing size of him stretching your still fluttering walls, “Bucky, wait-”

A sharp crack to your ass shut you up, the sting of cold vibranium on sensitive skin causing you to nearly smash your face into the headboard. “I said you would be begging me to stop. I’m not finished yet. You still have more left in you, you greedy little thing.” His voice was thick and low, a rough rasp that could have commanded you to do anything and you would. 

A whimper you couldn’t entirely control left your throat, causing Bucky to stop for a moment. 

His warm hand caressed your lower back, silently soothing you and he slipped for a single moment, his voice normal, “Colour?” 

You dragged your thoughts back together, enough to be coherent and you mumbled, “Green.” Your tongue darted out to lick your lips, the feeling of him just resting inside you was tormenting, unbearable – you needed him to move, now. “Don’t stop, Buck. For the love of God, please don’t.” 

A stuttered breath let you know he had heard you. He was always in awe of how well you matched him, the darker corners of his soul and personality that you never ever shied away from. 

He snapped back to attention a second later, pulling out agonisingly slow, so just the tip of his cock rested inside your aching core, “Say it, baby. Tell me what you want me to do.” He circled his hips slowly, hands massaging the flesh of your ass. 

Your thighs trembled beneath you, entire body trembling actually with want and you cried out, “Fuck me, Bucky. Fuck me until I’m begging you to stop.” 

If this man didn’t move, if he kept teasing you, you were going to fucking punch him. You didn’t care if he was as battered and bruised as you. 

The soldier snickered under his breath, pulling on some super soldier level of restraint to not blow his load instantly again, “That’s my girl. Though, you might be regretting that.” 

And then he moved. 

A punishing, brutal pace, fuelled by that same super soldier serum, and something entirely his own. 

His hands held your hips up, pulling you back into his body as he fucked into you hard and fast, “Gonna make you scream for me, doll. Make all the neighbours know who saves your life, who makes you feel like this.” 

“Yes, yes, Fuck- ” Your spine threatened to break in half with his pace and you gripped the headboard with one hand, knuckles turning white and the other hand fisting into the bed covers. “Oh, god.” The moans that left your lips sounding more like cries, as he wrenched you toward another orgasm. 

You matched him thrust for thrust, thumping your body back into his, so that the room was filled with the smell of sex, the sound of your twin panting, moans and growls and the utterly dirty wet squelch of his cock being swallowed by your core and the slap of his balls hitting your clit. 

Bucky’s vibranium hand snaked up your back, the metal scraping your skin and then he curled his hand around your neck. His fingers tightened on your throat and the world tilted as he yanked your body up so your back was to his chest, “Such a good girl, take my cock so good – Like you were made for me.” He pulled your head to the side, pressing his face into your neck and he panted hot and heavy against the skin, “Fuck, I love you so much, so fucking much.” 

Words were beyond you, your brain giving up as your concentration narrowed into the pleasure burning your core, your thighs beginning to quake helplessly, “Bucky, I can’t-” Every breath was filled with that feeling, the insistent barrelling of your release hovering over you. You had gone longer before, but each high he had delivered you to tonight was for more intense and relentless than before. 

Bucky grinned wickedly against your neck, that slow growing smirk that was all cocky, male arrogance, “Yes, you can, doll. I know you can.” He turned his head, licking up your neck, sucking your earlobe and then tracing the tip of his tongue over the shell of your ear. 

The strange, absolutely delightful feeling distracted you from the fact his other hand had slipped between your legs. 

And then you felt the pressure of his fingers, rubbing little tight circles that merely trebled that building pleasure to something electric, fizzing through your veins and threatening to burn you from the inside out. 

Tears prickled the backs of your eyes, the feeling almost too much, too intense, near painful and then – then Bucky thrust a particular deep jolt up into you, grinding against that spot as his nails scraped over your clit – and then you shattered apart. 

Your orgasm came fast and unforgiving, searing through your spine and breaking you into a million pieces. Everything went black for a moment, a high-pitched ringing in your ears and you were dimly aware of Bucky hissing your name, his head tilting back as he came inside you, coating your shuddering walls with his release, mixing with your own and giving you that hot, filled feeling that you always craved. 

You could live and die inside this moment, the hovering of blissful light as you slowly came back to yourself – except you weren’t allowed to come back slowly. 

Bucky lowered you to the bed, held you there with his vibranium arm around your middle, “Stay on your hands and knees.” 

When you were back on all fours, limbs shaking, he slowly pulled out of you, groaning softly as your walls tried to keep him inside, “I am in awe of you.” He breathed the words almost to himself, running a hand through his still messy hair and he sank down to his own knees at the end of the bed.

You couldn’t open your eyes, couldn’t even remember your own name, “Buck…” 

Bucky laughed softly under his breath, mouthing kisses down your back, pausing to lick and bite at the bone and then his moved lower, “Oh, darling, I’m not done with you yet. I said I didn’t want you to be able to walk… I think you still have some movement left in you.” 

He kissed down over your ass cheeks, delivering a sharp slap to the soft flesh that had you keening, back arching for him. 

You loved the heady mix of pleasure and pain he bought you, loved that you could both let go like this with each other and trusted each other enough. Something like a moaning sob answered him, but you nodded all the same, beyond words so you held up three fingers – a silent confirmation that your colour was still green. 

Bucky rubbed your lower back, watching as your walls clenched and fluttered around nothing, the combined mix of your releases slipping down your thighs. He licked his lips, tutting softly, “We can’t have that.” He gathered it on his fingers, pushing them back inside you a little. 

Your hands fisted in the covers again, pushing your hips back almost without your own realisation, and gritting your teeth as heat coiled low in your belly, ready for him yet again even if there was a sting in your muscles, your thighs and arms still shook and you were wrecked, “Bucky, please-” You didn’t know if you were begging him to stop or to carry on. 

He pressed a kiss to the back of your thighs, before licking a broad stripe over your lips, ‘That’s right, beautiful…” He took pity on you, using a hand to press between your shoulder blades so your torso sagged to the bed – hips up and ready for him. 

“Let me hear you beg.” 

[malfoysstilinski]

girl in the mirror | DRACO MALFOY

MASTERLIST

PAIRING: Draco Malfoy x Muggle!Reader

WORD COUNT: 2.1k 

SUMMARY: in which draco and y/n are soulmates and can hear each others’ music, and you’ve been blasting sad songs all week, worrying draco. 

WARNINGS: one mean joke about americans sozzles 

A/N: based on the tiktoks where soulmates can hear each others’ music. i dont think ive seen an imagine like that on here so i thought i’d write one :)) also set in 2010s 

In the Wizarding world, on your thirteenth birthday, you are officially bound to your soulmate. This means different things for different wizards and witches, depending on what they valued. For example, when Blaise Zabini turned thirteen, he was able to see his soulmate in mirrors-- fitting considering how self-obsessed he was. 

Draco, however, heard music. You must be obsessed with it, he realised. He found out he was right pretty quickly, waking up to the sound of your playlists muffled in his ears and falling asleep to them too. 

It was always Muggle music too. You must be a half-blood, or even… Merlin forbid, a Muggle-born. Realising that his soulmate wasn’t going to be a pure-blood like his parents had planned, Draco kept the news to himself and worked on his vocabulary. He tried his best to bite his tongue around Granger, ignoring his friends when they made fun of their ‘dirty’ blood.

He didn’t want to hurt you when he got to meet you. 

It took Draco longer than it should have to realise you definitely didn’t go to Hogwarts. How could you when he’d be sat in assemblies, the room so silent you could hear a pin drop, and all he’d hear is the thumping of your music in his ears as if he was underwater?

“She’s probably an American,” Pansy pretends to gag, the others laughing with her. 

“Could be a Beauxbaton,” Blaise suggests. 

Draco doesn’t like to make assumptions, but he thinks you are definitely a Muggle. It’s rare, but not unheard of in the Wizarding world, especially nowadays. For the Malfoys, though, it would be an outrage. 

You play your music the most when he’s eating dinner in the Great Hall or when he’s getting ready for bed. 

At first, he hated it. He hated your music, he hated how his head was rarely ever quiet, and he hated that he didn’t know who you were in order to beg you to take your headphones out for once. 

However, Draco learnt to love your music. Songs and bands he’d never heard of before quickly became his favourites and eventually, he found himself humming your Muggle tunes in the common room or quietly singing along in his dorm when the other boys were out doing whatever. 

He learned to love having your music in his head, especially as the years rolled on and his life became harder and harder. It made him feel like he was never alone, your muffled melodies making a home in his head and pushing out all of his anxiety and depression. 

Draco wanted to dance with you to them. He liked to lay in bed at night and listen to your songs and imagine that you’re lying next to him. He bets you have a nice singing voice. Maybe you can even play an instrument or two. Maybe you could teach him how to play the guitar, and maybe he could show you how to play his favourite pieces on the piano. 

Your music is never too upbeat, but today Draco feels like he hasn’t heard a single song that wasn’t about being sad. As he trudged from class to class, Draco couldn’t help but feel like something was wrong with you. It had been going on for the past few days, and the music stopped altogether on one of the days. 

He went to bed with an empty head for the first time in a few years, staring at his ceiling. He plugged his iPod in and went to the Muggle section, playing a few of your favourite songs. It wasn’t the same. 

“What’s up with you?” Blaise demands as Draco doesn’t touch his meal for the second time that day. 

Draco glances to his friend and looks away, shaking his head. “Mind your own business, Zabini,” he mutters weakly. 

Blaise’s soulmate, a Slytherin in the year below, joins them at sitting on the table and Blaise immediately forgets all about Draco, the two of them giggling as they hug each other. Draco thought he could throw up right there and then, shaking his head in disgust. 

Green was Draco’s colour and Merlin was he jealous. 

Why did you have to be a stupid Muggle?

Draco immediately feels bad for even thinking it. He wants to hug you and kiss the top of your head and mutter apology after apology. The soft feeling makes him feel weak. You did things to him that nobody else did, and he doesn’t even know who you were. The fact that you were most likely going through a rough time right now made it ten times worse. 

“What’s wrong with Draco?” He hears Zabini’s girl whisper. 

“Why don’t you ask me yourself?” Draco snaps, lip curling in disgust. “Instead of talking behind my back like a coward!”

“Draco,” Blaise growls. “I don’t know what’s up with you, mate, but you need to calm down.”

“It’s your soulmate, isn’t it?” Pansy quirks an eyebrow from opposite them. “Are they playing that rubbish song you hate on repeat again?”

“No,” Draco hisses in defence of you. “I like that song, thank you.”

Pansy holds her hands up. “Okay, whatever. Sorry, Malfoy. What has got your knickers in a twist, then?”

He hesitates. He doesn’t like talking about you to anybody else but he’s really worried and he thinks maybe one of them might be able to help. 

“She’s…” Draco’s eyes drift to burn holes in the table in front of him. “She’s been listening to sad songs.”

Goyle snorts, making Draco’s head snap to him in fury. 

“Sorry, Malfoy, sorry… But that does sound ridiculous, mate,” Goyle admits. “She’s probably just into that… genre?”

“No, you don’t understand,” Draco huffs and shakes his head. “You don’t know her like I do. Something’s wrong with her, I can tell.”

“Well, why don’t you visit her?” Blaise asks, grabbing a grape and popping into his mouth. 

“What?” Draco spits. “Is that a joke, Zabini? I don’t find it funny--”

“I’m not joking,” Blaise frowns. “Merlin’s sake, Malfoy. Do you not pay attention in Charms?”

“Of course I do,” Draco hesitates, lying. “But what are you talking about, anyway?”

…

Draco feels ridiculous as he stands in front of the mirror in the bathrooms later that night. It’s silent since it’s the middle of the night, but Draco knows you’re awake because of the glum music playing faintly in his ears. 

He wants to visit you like Blaise told him to do, and as he stands in front of the mirror and casts his incantations, he can’t help but wonder if this is a setup. He doesn’t give his hopes up, doesn’t hold his breath that when he opens his eyes you’ll be on the other side of the mirror. 

But he wants you to be. He wants you to be there so badly. 

Draco does sort of believe it so he put on his black turtleneck and black suit and combed his hair like usual, replacing the uniform and robes he’d been wearing all day. He doesn’t want you to see him and be disappointed. 

He knows he won’t be disappointed no matter what you look like or what you are. 

Draco takes a deep breath as he lowers his wand and closes his eyes. When he counts down and opens his eyes, he’s stunned into silence by the sight in front of him. His heart skips a beat and he nearly chokes on his own spit. 

Staring back at him in the mirror is not his own pale reflection but what looks like a bedroom. The mirror glows orange from the lighting and he can see that it’s decorated with posters and records and other Muggle things. Draco doesn’t even process that you’re a confirmed Muggle at this point, he doesn’t care enough about that. 

On a single bed in the middle of the room, sat up in the very centre with headphones in and a laptop in front of her, is a girl his age. She’s got beautiful y/s/c skin and y/c/h locks that have been thrown up into a messy bun, her y/c/e trained on the screen in front of her as she watches what he assumes is a film or a tv show. 

She’s wearing a school uniform, not quite as posh as Hogwarts’, and it’s slightly crumpled from sitting in her bed with it on. Her polished black shoes are nowhere to be seen, rips in the bottom of her tights no doubt from wearing them thin five days a week. 

Draco can’t believe he’s looking at you right now. He reaches his hand out, eyes widening when his fingers seem to slip past the glass and he’s sucked into another world-- your world. He wasn’t expecting it to happen, a small yelp leaving his lips as he tumbles straight out of the mirror hanging on your wall and onto your carpet. 

You both scream as you make eye contact and you’ve thrown your laptop about in a panic. There’s no music in his ears now that he stands in front of you. Draco breathes heavily, unsure what to say. 

“Um, hello?” He offers. 

“What the hell?” You yell. “What are you doing in my bedroom? Who are you? My laptop!”

You ignore him as you dive off of the bed and pick it up. The screen is smashed making you glare at him harder. 

“I’m sorry!” Draco practically squeaks. “I- I have Galleons--”

“Who are you?” You cut him off roughly. 

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Draco keeps repeating, hoping you will calm down. “I-I’m Draco Malfoy.”

“Draco Malfoy?” You repeat with a mocking laugh. “Is that a joke?”

“No,” he replies, voice pitched higher than usual with offence. “What’s your name?”

Normally you wouldn’t tell a stranger your name, but this situation is anything but normal. You stare at the boy for a few seconds, wondering why he feels familiar. There’s something about him that has you relaxing under his gaze, which is weird because he literally just appeared out of nowhere. 

“Y/N Y/L/N,” you reply sceptically. 

Draco smiles, “beautiful name.”

“Are you like a nonce or something?”

“Nonce?” Draco crinkles his nose in confusion. 

You narrow your brows at him. “You’re literally British-- how do you not know what that means?”

“I’m not… I don’t really come from your kind of England,” Draco doesn’t know how to explain there is an entire world she’s been hidden from-- this is the first Muggle he’s ever had a conversation with. 

“Are you Welsh?” 

“Do I sound Welsh to you?” Draco cocks his head to the side, already amused. 

“Sometimes I can’t tell the difference, not gonna lie,” you reply. “But no. I’m sure you’re English. You sound like you’re a private school kid or something.”

“I guess I am,” Draco replies quietly, looking around your bedroom and taking in all of the colours that it has. 

You seem to snap out of whatever daze you were in. “Hey! You distracted me. Now tell me what the hell you’re doing in my bedroom before I call the police.”

Draco’s tongue darts out to wet his lips as he contemplates his next words. He hesitates and sits down on your bed next to you. You can smell his cologne-- it smells much more expensive than the Lynx sprays the boys at college seem to be obsessed with. 

“Do you ever hear music in your ears?” He asks, watching your eyes widen in conformation. “You do. That’s… that’s me. My music. I hear your music too. You listen to it all the time. Um… normally a lot of bands and stuff.”

There’s a long silence. “Do you have me on Spotify?”

“What’s Spotify?” Draco’s nose crinkles. 

“You probably just see what I listen to on Spotify!” You claim, standing up as you become weary of the boy on your bed. 

Draco still doesn’t quite understand your Muggle terminology, but he gets the gist of what you’re trying to imply. 

“That doesn’t explain the music you hear in your head from me,” Draco tries. “Or how I just came out of your mirror.”

You look overwhelmed. “What are you?” You whisper. 

“We, Y/N, are soulmates.”

...

yuh

PART TWO HERE

[peachsayshi]

Chapter 9 - Intimate (1)

Gojo Satoru x Female Reader

Tags: Friends with Benefits, Teasing, Sex with Gojo Satoru (is that a good enough explanation lol?), squirting

Summary: Gojo uses you to relieve some of his stress after his little argument with your best friend, and poses a question that catches you off guard.

A/N: ~ a little bit of possessive/jealous Gojo ~ this is smut, and there will be a part two that follows up with this chapter! I hope you enjoy it x

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His tall figure nailed you against the frame of your front door, your body growing hot as Gojo pressed his abdomen into you. You squeezed your ankles, drawing his movements closer as he deepened his kiss. Letting go of his hair that was curled between your fingers, your hand released the back of his head and gently trailed down his neck. His muscles were tense, his skin taut as you moved across his collarbone and onto his other shoulder, desperately trying to counter his energy with your soft touches. You gripped onto his shirt, fighting against his insistent mouth that had you colliding into the hard wood behind you.

A part of you knew that something was off about his behavior but the other half was blinded by complete lust. You wanted to catch your breath, figure out exactly what set him off but instead chose to entertain his insatiable desires. There was a growing ache radiating from your core and spreading down between your legs. Right now, the only person who can help with it is the man before you.

You felt his hand lightly slip away from underneath your thigh while the other traded your breast for the curve of your spine as he shifted to support you on your back. You could feel the pads of fingers touch the skin of your leg, shooting up your nerves as he snaked his way underneath the fabric of your loose, fleece shorts to rub your already soaked underwear. He finally pulled away from your lips, pressing them into your neck instead as his thumb playfully circled against you.

“ Fuck…” he whispered hoarsely, his breath sending goosebumps across your skin.

He managed to slip two fingers easily inside you, inserting himself all the way in before scissoring his digits.

“ Ohh, ‘toru…” you moaned, barely able to say his name as his fingers pleasured you while his tongue tasted your skin.

Your body was getting hotter by the second, your legs shaking trying to hold yourself around him. Gojo’s hand was drenched in your arousal as he quickened his pace. You were so used to him drawing out your orgasms, taking his time as if he was mapping out each second before reaching the final destination.

He was moving at a quick pace, not stopping once to tease or torment you. His actions had you whining in desperation as he drew you closer to your release, moving rapidly until your first orgasm ripped right through you. He supported you as your body clenched around him, pushing himself away from you to watch you come undone before him. You didn’t care that your back was sore from the friction against the door, or that your muscles ached from the position you were in. The minute you felt that build up release from within you, a desperate cry escaped your lips. You knew that if any of your neighbors were outside, they probably heard the entire thing.

Gojo repositioned himself to face you, bringing his slender fingers to your lips. His silence was deafening because the man absolutely adored dirty talk, which was always an added plus when he praised you for your efforts. The quiet, stoic reaction you were getting had you flustered for a whole other reason. His middle finger tapped your cupid’s bow, indicating you to open your mouth. His command made your cheeks bloom with warmth but you parted your lips anyway to suck his fingers clean.

You hated that you sometimes associated Gojo with your ex-boyfriend, but you didn’t have any other partners to compare notes with.

When you were with your ex, sex was something that the two of you explored together as a couple. You were both young and naive, trying to learn each other’s bodies and over time you both grew into one another’s touch. However, sex still only played a small  role in your entire relationship, uncomparable to the emotional intimacy you shared.

With Gojo, things were so different. You didn’t think it was possible to be as attracted to somebody as you were to him, the way your body immediately responded to him was magnetic. You would never admit how easily he preoccupied your mind but the longer you two kept exploring this avenue of your friendship, the harder it was for you to ignore your infatuation. Yes, he took the time he needed to study every part of you, like a musician playing an instrument, but he was a fast learner and quick to pick up on the things that made you sing beautifully for him.

Gojo carefully let go of you, allowing your feet to land on the floor as you stood on shaky knees. He stepped away from you, his fingers hooking onto your t-shirt as he tugged you in the direction towards your bedroom not lifting his gaze from you even once.

“Take off your clothes,” he commanded as he shut the door.

After you got undressed, you found your position on the mattress, laying flat on your back as you watched Gojo strip down to his boxers. You squeezed your slick coated thighs together, biting your bottom lip and admiring his gorgeous figure until he finally removed the last article of clothing he was wearing, your mouth growing dry at the sight of his erection.

He crawled his way over the bed before hovering himself above you, his hand reached for the back of his head, and your eyes widened slightly as you watched him undo the knot to allow his blindfold to loosen from around his temple. White hair framed those eyes, a mesmerising blue that knocked the wind out of you.

“What are you doing?” you whispered, “I thought-”

Before you could finish your statement, Gojo had taken away your sight, wrapping the material around your eyes and shrouding you in darkness. You swallowed hard, wondering how Gojo could even see through the thick fabric that constantly concealed him. You felt his fingers working, a tightness circling the back of your head as he fastened the knot.

“Is this okay?” he asked kindly in a low voice, waiting for you to give him an answer before he carried on.

You nodded your head and he responded with a kiss.

“Good.”

He forcefully spread your legs open, his tongue stroking upward along your slit. His arms wrapped underneath your thighs, hands latching onto your hips as he buried himself between your legs. Your head fell back onto the sheets, a pleasured sensation filtering along your body. Something about not being able to see made this entire experience more thrilling, because you couldn’t focus on anything else except Gojo’s mouth. It wasn’t long before you had your second orgasm, your back arching off the mat as you held his head closer to you. Gojo, however, didn’t stop. He felt you wiggle your hips away from him, and pulled you back in with a grunt. His mouth found you sensitive pearl, enclosing around it as he began to suck before freeing up one of his hands to dive into your cunt.

“ Satoru…wait… ” you begged, too sensitive to have him keep working on you anymore. “ w-wai…ohhhh… ”

But he didn’t heed your plea, instead he curled his fingers even further inside you, fucking you again with his hand. Your body shivered, panting heavily as you tried to raise your hips away but the man refused to stop and instead your movements only caused you to dance with his own, leaving a pressure to start building again from within you. You couldn’t even think straight, seeing little sparks before your eyes within the darkness until you mewled when you felt his teeth nibble on your clit.

His other hand was rough on your skin, pressing into your hips and you knew for a fact he was going to leave a few marks. You always gave him a hard time about it but secretly you loved it. He had such an easy claim on your body, and you willingly gave into him without question.

When his tongue was inside you is when you came a third time, and then a fourth time. And then…

“ I-I can’t…fuck! ‘toru..it’s too much…it’s too much… ”

Your hands reached for his head, pushing him away. He lifted up his gaze, and you were unable to see the smirk that spread across his glistened lips. His fingers found his place back inside you, “ you can and you will, angel. ”

By the time Gojo drove you to your fifth orgasm, you could barely breathe, the mattress soaked with your arousal. Your body was weak, pulsing along with your racing heart and you were wetter than you’ve ever been before. You swallowed hard, trying to fully grasp what just happened.

“How amusing,” Gojo complimented, his words steeping with sheer satisfaction.

You could hear him fumble around, your trembling hands reaching for the blindfold that you tugged off.

Once Gojo slipped on the condom, he returned his attention back to you. Your eyes met, your heart nearly stopping from the way he was looking at you. Passion swirled through his irises, a fiery blue that singed if you stared for too long. His gaze is intense, making you blush when you realize that this is how he’s always been looking at you.

You look at the mess that you created, your insecurities twisting your insides.

“I…”

Gojo could see the slight panic in your eyes, bringing that devilish mouth of his onto your lips to kiss you.

“ Mmm, you were fucking perfect. Let’s see if we can try that again. ”  

His hands held your waist, turning you around until you were face down and you naturally lifted yourself up from behind to assume the position. The tip of his cock spread your lips open, and he thrusted himself hard into you from behind. The muscles in your legs clenched, a satisfied sigh escaping you feeling the length of his member. Your walls were pulsing around him, the fullness sending goosebumps across your abdomen. Gojo didn’t move, he just held himself there for a minute, feeling your warmth around his stiff cock.

He brought his lips down to your neck, lazily trailing kisses on your skin and moving his hand to meet your clit once again. Still buried inside you, his finger began working the most sensitive part of you.

“You weren’t supposed to take off the blindfold, ” he murmured against your ear. “You broke one of our rules… ”

“You broke one first,” you whispered in response, making him chuckle against your skin.

Satoru didn’t move, leaving you pinned underneath him in anguish. He slowed down his pace with his fingers and you whimpered as you clutched your bedsheets.

“You’re too good to me, angel,” he whispered in your ear, his words almost sad as he slowly pulled his hips away.

“ Always so wet and eager for me …” he continued, driving himself back inside you and earning another whimper in response.

“ Tell me, angel. Has any man ever fucked you like this before ?”  

You gasped as he began alternating his words with his movements, leaving you melting underneath him.

“Has he ever made you come like that before?”

Now that question caught you off guard.

Your face grew hot; Gojo knew what he was asking - he wanted to know if your ex made you feel even half as good as he did in bed. Did he ever drive you to the point where you were so unraveled by what was happening, you painted his sheets from sheer pleasure.

You parted your lips to speak but no words came out, slightly shocked that Gojo would even pry into your personal memories like that. Your pause made him stop his movements, his free hand finding yours and intertwining his fingers in your own as he pressed your fist into the mattress.

You swallowed hard, “ he-um...we’ve never… ”

“ Yes or no? ”

“ N-no… ” you replied truthfully. “ Just you.”  

You wondered if it was jealousy or passion feeding into his sexual ego. Gojo returned to his movements, his body enveloping on top of you as he fucked you. He quickened his pace, the sound of your bodies writhing surrounding you both. You were aching from your releases already, knowing full well that you won’t be able to last long underneath him.

“Tell me you’re mine…”

“ Satoru…” you replied, dizzy with the heightened emotions you were feeling. Your words were caught in your throat, replaced with another moan feeling his dick slipping in and out of you.

“ Say it, angel. ” he repeated, his hand increasing the pressure on your clit and forcing tears to prick your eyes.

Your breath hitched as you tried to speak, “ yours . I’m yours- ”  

He fucked you with intensity, the tension only fueling every thrust that he drove into you. As you felt him inside you, you closed your eyes and lost yourself to the moment completely drunk on pure lust. You didn’t even realise in your haze you were still whispering those words, reminding him over and over again that in this moment your body belonged to him alone. White noise rang in your ear when you finally came, you were going limp underneath him as your muscles finally relaxed against the mattress as you rested.

“ Mine,” you heard him groan in return, holding you close into his chest as he finally found his own release.  

The two of you were intertwined, limbs tangled and sharing slow breaths while trying to acclimate from your post-sex high. After Gojo caught himself, he finally decided to release you from his grip, rolling onto his back as he held you against his rising and falling chest. His eyes were closed, his head heavy and he could tell he had exhausted himself. He pinched his eyelids together with one hand, all that pent up irritation filtering away.

He felt your hand in his, which you haven’t let go since he held yours. You stroked the inside of his palm with your thumb, the first to break the silence as you turned to look up at him.

“Uhm...if you plan on sticking around, I can make us some dinner after we freshen up…”

“Sure,” he replied, keeping his eyes closed before asking, “you wouldn’t happen to have a black scarf lying around by any chance?”

- CHAPTER 10: INTIMATE (2) - 

[catty-words]

on the school dance fallout or, a thorough examination of the boys’ apologies to julie

full disclosure, i used to take serious issue with 1.06 for what it did to julie’s righteous anger in light of the boys letting her down, and my gripes haven’t fully gone away. but i have spent some time thinking on the fallout since my first (several) viewing(s) of the show and i finally noticed some emotionally nuanced storytelling that i needed time to come to appreciate. so, if you’ll indulge me another gif-filled meta post...

everyone knows that a good apology demonstrates an understanding of how you wronged the person you’re apologizing to, otherwise the words i’m sorry end up being fairly empty. and luckily for the boys, julie does a good job of immediately and effectively communicating her hurt feelings:

the first part is directed at luke specifically as her main co-writer, while the rest is about how all three of them let her down. it couldn’t be more clear that the reason she’s so betrayed is that a) they’ve made her feel like julie and the phantoms is less important to them than sunset curve and b) they’ve failed to consider her point of view or empathize with how important the show was to her.

which is why singing sorry a bunch of times, though charming, leaves her unmoved. and it’s why booking another gig actually makes her angrier. a gig the boys have deemed important enough to show up for is not a present or an olive branch to her, it’s a slap in the face. and if the boys had actually been paying attention to what she’d said the night of the dance, they could have anticipated her reaction.

but they clearly haven’t listened, so they haven’t learned how to do better or make things right. which is why this is such an important beat in the scene in the studio:

hounding julie to rejoin the band, even with such nice sentiments as “you’re the best thing that’s happened to us since we became ghosts”, does nothing to address how undervalued julie feels getting stood up because, as she points out above, their ability to do what they love is very limited without her. that makes her a powerful and essential member of the band, but it doesn’t prove that they care about her, julie, the person. and you can see in the reaction shot how the truth of her words lands for all of them.

their remorseful silence gives julie the opportunity to reiterate one of the points she made the night before, and it’s important to note which part of her hurt feelings she chooses to revisit.

the fact that they made the choice to pay more attention to their old music in spite of the music they were creating together is the thing that hurt her feelings the most. and, of course, her open hostility and her imagined reasons for why the boys picked sunset curve over julie and the phantoms (i.e. selfishness) puts luke on the defensive and ends with everyone leaving the scene dissatisfied.

great! okay, so here’s the part that’s bugged in the past (and the present, just. a little less so.) — in their attempt to deescalate the situation, alex and reggie give julie, and the audience, the all-important luke backstory. but like asking julie to rejoin the band with a shinier gig than a school dance flies in the face of actually making amends, so, too, does asking julie to empathize with luke’s emotional journey when the boys failed to take julie’s into account when they hurt her. only this time, it works as an olive branch.

now, i’m not saying that julie’s acting out of character in being sympathetic to luke’s pain, quite the opposite is the case. and i’m also not saying it’s bad that she does find sympathy for his situation — again, i’d argue that the opposite is true. it’s just, at the same time, it’s not a good look to force aside the young woman of color’s hurt in service of the white dude who hurt her feelings in the first place’s tragic backstory. the narrative is asking julie not to be mad at the choices luke made in the past two episodes because he’s really sad, actually.

and sure that’s an ungracious read of the moment, but i stand by the fact that it’s present in the text of the episode all the same, even with a little more nuance than i’m currently giving it credit for.

all that being said, alex and reggie do a bit to win back this highly insensitive maneuver with another stab at an apology.

alex addresses julie’s comment about them knowing “how tough it’s been for her to play” by reiterating that not showing up let her down and they get that that’s a crappy way to feel, while reggie takes a crack at julie’s “our songs were good” by emphasizing that they all love being in a band and making music with her. it’s a slight step up from their sorry in the garage, but not a complete fix because they’re all still sitting with the fact that they need julie to make the most of their music and how that complicates their declarations of loyalty.

the thing that makes this attempt at reconciliation different than those prior, of course, is this line:

the acknowledgement that things haven’t been fixed + the politeness + the implication that they’re willing to put in the time to earn her trust back so long as she lets them makes the apology a good enough one to accept. well, that, and:

one gets the sense that if rose could actually speak to julie in that moment, she’d be reminding her the value of grace. and, of course, we know that this also serves as a reminder to julie that good things are fleeting, loss is around every corner, and holding close what you care about is important. so she does just that by letting go of her (righteous, righteous) anger and reuniting the band.

still, even though alex and reggie have had their chance to make amends, luke doesn’t get the same moment to show he’s actually paid attention to julie’s needs in 1.06. so, naturally, he starts immediately in their first scene together in 1.07. 

i mentioned in my exhaustive list for “finally free” that julie picking a sunset curve song for their reunion number is a lovely, understated way for her acknowledge luke’s lost musical legacy, and i have similar feelings about the fact that luke suggests “edge of great” for their follow-up gig. it’s his first step in proving to her that he does care about the music they’ve written together with actions instead of empty apologies and misguided gestures.

by the end of the episode, though, the three of them take a step back (reggie gets points for his being, like, half a step) when they learn that, in addition to letting down julie, one of the consequences of their night chasing revenge is a ticking clock on their existence.

though i understand the urge to protect julie from the alarming news that their power is going out, there’s also a lot of selfishness behind the decision. julie loses them in the end no matter what, but lying to her about it and planning to leave without an explanation shows a disregard for her emotional journey in a similar way standing her up did. in fact, this plan is basically to stand her up for eternity. not cool, guys.

naturally, since it’s luke who’s the one proposing the terrible plan and it’s luke who never officially demonstrated his understanding of how he hurt julie’s feelings by not showing up when it mattered, it’s fitting that he’s suddenly more in tune with his own feelings. and, with that, comes a new awareness of how his and julie’s feelings interact, starting with this moment in 1.08.

you can see his conflict over her declaration. she’s worried without knowing just how much there is to be worried about, and that makes him sad because it’s confirmation of the fact that he’s important to her. that losing him will mean a lot of pain for her. but instead of cluing her in, he makes a conscious choice to continue withholding the information of his imminent departure. and maybe it’s such a weak deflection because he’s already starting to come to terms with how unfair he’s being to her, but even so, he’s not being a good friend when julie is showing up for him in big, unexpected ways he’d never even thought to ask for.

and again, here — 

— just after they’ve acknowledged that there’s a something and not a nothing between them, you can see him sober with the thought that she doesn’t know they’re about to lose each other. but it’s still not enough to move him to share. maybe because he prefers that she live with the possibility of that something when he no longer can, maybe because he’s too caught up in his own feelings about how crappy this hand they’ve been dealt by the universe is. but in any case, he keeps tight-lipped.

UNTIL.

it’s seeing her excited about a future their music can’t have that finally pushes him into coming clean. and i love how subtly this demonstrates that he has been paying attention, actually, and he knows that what hurt julie the most was the feeling that their music took a backseat to his past. if he crosses over without telling her the whole, ugly truth about the mistake he made by standing her up, then he crosses over stuck in that mistake. because part of that whole, ugly truth is the beautiful realization that no music is worth making, julie, if we’re not making it with you. and he’s not quite at that particular aspect of his truth yet — he still has to experience the what if of caleb’s club to be able to make the declaration with the conviction he does — but when he finally does tell her that and means it, she’s given the catharsis she’s needed since the dance. because he’s backing up his apology with action (i.e. being willing to literally no longer exist instead of making music with someone else) and providing her with the same consideration she showed him when she rejoined the band because his loss felt more important than her anger. and reaching that level of give and take in their relationship, physically represented in their hug, finally sets them free.

so, yes. even though 1.06 is clunky and a little tasteless at times, i can acknowledge that the story manages to win any missteps back. quite poetically, honestly. all’s forgiven.

[barzyyy]

I’m hella in my feels. Break my heart.

one too many.

a/n: prepare yourselves for this one. TW: includes mention of death, alcohol/heavy drinking and self-depricating thoughts. it is heavy. please read at your own discretion. my dm’s are open if anyone needs to talk!

italics = flashback.

read this first, if you haven’t already.

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mat could feel the alcohol meeting his stomach. when did he become this way? he knew that he was not in a condition to be drinking as much as he was. he hadn’t eaten in at least a day. somehow the simplest tasks have become the most difficult.

it didn’t help that it was the offseason. all of his teammates were off on vacation. the jealousy quickly turned into resentment. he deleted all of his social media apps because he couldn’t bear to see anyone else happy. he locked himself inside your once shared house, alone. what used to feel like home now felt unsafe. with every corner he turned, there was something that reminded him of you. lipstick on the counter, your shoes kicked off next to the couch, he left them all in the same spot, praying that this was all a dream and that you would come walking through the door again.

he couldn’t get himself to come to terms with reality.

he drunkely stumbled to the couch, mindlessly turning on the tv and surfing through the channels. he landed on a random channel because his thoughts were overtaking him once again.

mat dreamed of being a dad. you both used to talk about starting a family of your own. would your kids have mat’s hair and your eyes? which one of your personalities would they adopt? he wanted so badly to look through the glass at a game and see you standing on the other side with your baby. he wanted to raise a son and teach him all he knew about how to play. he wanted a little girl to put makeup on him and make him sing the songs of all of her favorite disney princesses.

now, he didn’t want a family at all. you were going perfect mother. no one could ever compete with you. and now that you’re gone, he promised himself that no one would ever take your place. sure, he could have kids with someone else, but they would never be the kids he would have had with you. he didn’t want it.

it was easier to put up a wall and block out the feelings. his grief of losing you was too much for him to handle. he would rather just push everything out, experiencing nothing rather than experiencing everything all at once. every time he thought of you, another part of him was taken away. he was a shell of who he once was.

things would have been different if he had went home to you. had he not gone out to the bar with his teammates after the game, you would have never been in the accident. there would have been no reason for you to go over to your friend’s house. now, instead of remembering the celebratory reason why he went out, his memory was plagued by the phone call he received as he got the worst news of his life.

mat could feel the alcohol meeting his stomach. who was he to turn down free alcohol? getting the game winning goal in game 7 made him feel like he was on top of the world. fans in the bar were covering mat’s tab, and he was partying with all of his teammates. out of the corner of his eye, he saw his phone light up with your caller i.d. and his favorite picture of the two of you. he picked it up and started walking through the mass of people to find a quieter place as he answered the call.

“babe, you won’t believe how many people are here! everyone is buying me drinks and-“

“hello?”

the manly voice was unrecognizable. mat stopped in his tracks.

“who is this?” he questioned.

“this is tom haltford, i’m a paramedic with the long island fire department. do you have a relationship with (y/n) barzal?” he asked.

he immediately sobered up. “she’s my wife, what is going on?” his heart was beating out of his chest.

“sir, i regret to inform you that your wife was in an accident. she was in a head-on collision with an impaired driver. she is currently being transported to nassau university medical center. do you have a safe way of getting there? i can send a police officer to pick you up.”

mat could only muster one sentence.

“is she alive?”

silence.

“i am sending an officer to your location. i am so sorry.”

what brought him out of his trance was the feeling of tears hitting his hand. he had not realized that he was crying, but did nothing to stop the onset of emotions that were to come. he buried his head in his hands, taking in the weight of the fact that you would have still been here had he not decided to go out. his shoulders heaved, but he stayed silent. he sobbed for a half an hour straight.

silence was something mat was becoming all too familiar with. he could no longer listen to the radio because every song he heard remided him of you. he didn’t dare go outside, because he couldn’t stop the jealousy that arose when he saw a couple out together. the best he could do was stay at home. his interaction was limited. when he did eat, all he did was get it delivered. even then, his options were scarce because he didn’t want to eat anything that felt significant to your relationship. he no longer ordered take out from your shared favorite thai restaurant down the street. he avoided anything that remided himself of you.

he would have teammates, family and friends text him every now and again to check in. he made it a point at your funeral to promise that he would reach out if he needed help. deep down, he knew from the beginning that those promises were as hollow as the newly-formed void in his heart.

maybe the irony of it all was that what killed you was the same thing he was using to self medicate. over time, one beer turned into to three, then six. he felt as if it was his only escape - alcohol only solidifed the numbness that he had been feeling. but tonight, he knew that he had gone overboard. there were freshly-chugged beer bottles on the table, and the only thing stopping him from taking some of your sleeping pills was his hope that you would come back for them. in addition to the beer, he was down a glass and a half of wine when his body finally began to reject the liquid. he tried to run to the bathroom, but the closest place he could make it was the kitchen sink. his stomach uncontrollably emptied itself, and he was left gasping in between his heaves. when he was done, he ran his hands under the sink and put water on his face. pulling the kitchen towel from the oven to wipe off his face, he looked up and his eyes were met with the picture on your counter from the wedding.

he was in immediate tears as he saw you walking down the aisle. your dress perfectly hugged your curves and your smile had been the biggest he’d ever seen. he felt a soft nudge from behind him.

”stay strong man, stay strong.” beau whispered, trying to help mat preserve any ounce that was left of his ego.

“bro, i can’t.” he whispered back, tears running down his face. at that point, you began to cry, and then the whole room was crying.

you both struggled through the tears to read eachother your vows. you were so impressed with how heartfelt his were.

“you helped me learn who i was outside of hockey, and i still fall in love with you every single day. ...and you’re a smokin’ 10, too. so that’s a plus.”

the after party was absolutely insane. you danced and drank the night away with your closest family and friends. you were talking to your best friend when mat came stumbling over to you, hugged you and said “can you believe we’re fucking MARRIED BABE?”

that was it. he couldn’t give up on life anymore. who he was becoming was scaring him. he knew that this is not what you would want. with a shaking hand and a breaking heart, he haphazardly picked up his phone and dialed the first number he could think of. there was an answer halfway through the first ring.

“hey man, you all good?”

inbetween sobs, his words slurred together. “beau, i need you.”

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[jujutsu-headcanons]

Team Tokyo First Years Headcanons

(Ft. Yuji, Megumi, Nobara, Gojo & Sukuna)

Gojo created a group chat with all three students to coordinate things. However, he never knows if Megumi reads the texts because he never says anything (he does), and all Yuji does is send memes, so basically that's its only function now.

Yuji and Nobara created a game: try to take a picture of Gojo with his blindfold off. He takes it off frequently, it's just impossible to catch an image of it. Surprisingly, Megumi of all people has gotten the closest. If you squint, you can see the baby blues.

This escalated into "who can take the ugliest picture of someone without them looking", after capturing an image of Yuji standing next to Gojo's desk with almost four chins. Nobara discovered she has many bad angles and Gojo discovered he's photogenic from ALL angles.

Yuji likes to use Nobara's ugly pictures as reaction images and memes. At first, Nobara beat him up whenever he did, but now as long as they don't leave the first-year chat she doesn't care. She'll even supply them if she's feeling silly.

Gojo started a prank war on accident and it shows no sign of stopping. It started because he enjoys Nobara's over the top reactions. When she found the LIVE snake in her bed (oh boy, everyone's soooo lucky she's good with reptiles), she immediately suspected this was Yuji's doing. She pranked him, he got her back, Megumi walked into a prank on accident, he got them back twice over, and now it just won't stop. Gojo was fully prepared to deal with the consequences, but he isn't complaining.

The First Year prank war is pretty well known around the school, and everyone's learned to stay away from anything that looks suspicious.

Gojo uses this to his advantage too; sometimes he'll pull pranks on the first and even second years just to watch them blame each other. He's even gone as far as pranking Principal Yaga hoping that he would blame the kids, but Yaga knows for a fact it's Gojo. He hasn't done anything about it though. This stresses Gojo.

Most of the time, when they eat out, each student pays for their meal. When Gojo's there he pays for all four of them, and if Yuji tries to use the "I don't have any money" excuse when Nobara decides to stop for a coffee, she'll buy him one too. She holds it against him, though.

If his kids are all craving a certain type of food (i.e. Chinese) Gojo will head out and pick it up and they'll all eat as a family.

Nobara proposed once a month they have a "spa" day. Surprisingly, the other two students agreed. She's allowed to give them manicures and pedicures (so long as she doesn't get carried away), trim and treat their hair, exfoliate their faces, and they help her re-dye her hair. Megumi is a good client, while Yuji gets bitched at a lot for squirming while getting his nails clipped and jerking when he gets his eyebrows plucked.

Yuji also proposed they have a movie night every Friday night. If they're busy, they'll move it to Saturday, or have it earlier in the day during the week. Sometimes the second years will join. Gojo is banned because he's basically seen every movie and always spoils the end. Everyone got mad at Yuji's request to use subtitles but gave up arguing with how loud Yuji chews.

They also have game nights, but they lost the pieces to most board games after Nobara threw them out the window, Megumi is the only one who knows how to play chess and Shogi, and Yuji fears the safety of his controllers after Megumi got dangerously close to beating Nobara in Smash. 

Yuji's room is the main hangout joint because of the electronics he owns. Literally, there's a whole ass common/living room for them to use. However, they go to Nobara's room for a spa day, as long as the boys are gone by sundown.

Gojo knows damn good and well his kids don't like each other in that way and would never have sex with each other, but he still feels the need to give them the talk ™. He's literally given each child a free box of condoms just in case. 

Gojo bought each student customized "if lost, please return to Jujutsu Tech" shirts. Yuji doesn't mind wearing his because it's just another hoodie to him, and Nobara doesn't mind hers because it's a crop top and it's cute. Megumi burned his in front of Gojo. 

Nobara takes the boys shopping a lot. Megumi is surprisingly good at picking out clothes that fit Nobara's physique and taste, and Yuji is there to hype her up when she walks out of the dressing room. He also isn't scared to tell her a dress doesn't look good on her, and she respects that.

Sometimes even Sukuna will pop out and give commentary. He gives really mixed signals, sometimes he tells her how she's not much to look at, sometimes he talks about the things he wants to do to that ass because of how good they look in those jeans. This results in Yuji getting slapped, Nobara yelling something like "Shut it, Fang Face!" And people staring at him funny because of it.

She also buys outfits for the boys and occasionally Gojo, because she's tired of hoodies and black. She was just as shocked as the rest when Megumi walked out in his outfit. He only wore it to shut her up, though, and hasn't worn it since.

No matter what they're doing, Yuji is ALWAYS the DJ. He has playlists for almost every occasion (spa day, sparring practice, car rides, game nights, even the times they just chill in the same room on their phones) and the only person that really complains is Sukuna, but only because he hates the Backstreet Boys.

Yuji bursts out in song a lot. No matter what he's doing, he'll just start singing. If they know it, Nobara and Gojo will join in too. Always ends in a giggle fit.

Sometimes Gojo's hand slips and boom! He has 18 dozen cookies instead of 4. He's been known to wrap the cookies up in nice tins and packages and leave them outside the kid's doors.

Gojo has also been known to cook meals for the kids and drop them off. This helps because Megumi is basically the only one who can actually cook. Yuji thinks instant ramen is okay for every meal, and Nobara burns food in a way it's still edible but you don't really want it.

The kids play wrestle, a lot. Yuji was scared to at first because the only one who really wants to fight is Nobara, but he learned quickly she can both take and deliver a punch just fine. She also isn't one of those girls that gets upset if there's an accidental grope, which is cool.

This is how the others discovered Megumi is ticklish. Yuji probably still has the scar and Nobara doesn't dare try to tickle him again.

Yuji fell asleep once and woke up to Sukuna's mouth on his cheek having a full-blown conversation with Nobara while she was reading a magazine. He swears they were gossiping about boys, but as soon as Yuji was awake enough to pay attention, Sukuna noticed and started bullying him. To this day Nobara still thinks she was talking to Yuji the whole time because she never noticed he fell asleep.

Yuji can fall asleep almost anywhere. Nobara draws on his face a lot. He's spent countless nights on Megumi's floor just because he's too lazy to move literally one room over.

Nobara has a habit of walking into the boys' rooms without knocking. Megumi is usually laying in bed on his phone or sitting at his desk, however, she's walked into Yuji doing some weird shit. Not gross shit, just... Concerning shit.

Once she walked in on him crying and didn't know what to do. She just kinda walked in and sat down with him until he stopped, occasionally rubbing his back. They didn't say a word until Yuji made a joke and Nobara continued with why she even came into his room, to begin with.

The three students are surprisingly supportive of each other like that, it's just kinda awkward and passive-aggressive at times. Sometimes they even confide in Gojo, and he takes it seriously, surprisingly.

Gojo has a Tik Tok account. He participates in every challenge, every dance, every trend, and apparently has a huge following. Yuji gets featured in the videos sometimes when he isn't recording, and he's mostly doing the stupid shit Gojo does, like doing backflips on building ledges.

While Tik Tok is Gojo's forte Yuji has done video game commentary on twitch and yt live. Megumi is quite popular on subreddits about urban legends and related folklore, and Nobara helps maintain blogs about current events, but... It's mostly celebrity gossip and new music.

Every Saturday is chore day and no one's allowed to do leisurely activities or leave until they're done. Rooms and hallways have to be vacuumed, swept, mopped, whatever. Gojo checks that the rooms aren't dirty. He doesn't mind clutter, he just hates wrappers and shit being left around. He especially pays attention to the cleanliness of the bathrooms for some reason. Megumi is good about cleaning his room throughout the week, Nobara usually just has clutter on her nightstand and dresser, and Yuji waits until the last minute to clean.

The first years used to do their laundry separately, but Nobara threw a temper tantrum when she witnessed Yuji just throw all of his clothes in the washer at once and simply turn it on. Now normally, she wouldn't help anyone get out of work, but she also likes things being done the right her way, so she does his laundry for him. Megumi got involved somehow and now they throw all of their clothes in the same basket and divide them by darks, colors, whites, and delicates. She refuses to let any of their overly- soiled clothes touch hers, so those usually get their own wash too. Each student folds and puts away their own clothes. 

Most arguments end with rock paper scissors. Pinkie promises are also sacred.

Gojo keeps a sticker board in the classroom. Whenever the kids do something good, they get a star. Whenever they do something bad, one gets taken away. When they get to five stickers they get a prize from the treasure box.

No one has gotten to five stars yet. This is good because there is no treasure box. Gojo is bullshitting everyone.

Yuji likes to steal Megumi's stickers because he thinks Megumi will not notice. He does every time.

Gojo has a stool in the corner of the classroom complete with a horribly cliche dunce cap he calls "the Naughty Corner" for when the kids "act up". Nobara ends up there because she's always on her phone, Megumi mouths off a lot and has days where he doesn't feel like doing work, and poor Yuji ends up in the naughty corner because Sukuna can't behave.