Fecki n g hell, I'm not obsessed with this freaking AU where Tony-loving-Howard comes to the future. Especially because of that Tony-turning-into-child thing. It's amazing how fluffy it is and I am all. OVER. THAT. And also Bucky feeling miserable over that is... just... I did not expect that heartbreak at the end of such an adorable short man. Gahd! Ugh... I just love how... adoring Howard is... god, I imagine this Howard to sound a lot like Maes Hughes....
I MADE AN AU IN AN AU. AU-CEPTION. (Jesus Christ imagine AU Howard and Maes Hughes in a room, gushing about their children, wallets out and both of them have ridiculous amounts of pictures of them.)
Howard brings Tony back down to the kitchen. He takes a moment to feel heart broken about how obvious it is that Tony’s only recently moved back into the room of his childhood–because there are more clothes from his childhood there than suits.
Natasha sees the dress Tony’s wearing, white with red polka dots, and manages a small smile. “That’s a pretty dress, Tony. You look very nice.”
Tony hides behind Howard’s legs shyly. “Thank you. My friend Jan made it for me.”
“It’s very becoming. The red makes your eyes pop.”
“That’s what Jan said!” Tony exclaims, leaning around Howard to beam up at her, shyness apparently forgotten.
Natasha has to bite back a dopey grin. “Jan has excellent taste. Do you want some milk tea?”
Tony clambers into a seat with no grace whatsoever, not even flinching when Howard rushes to tuck his skirt back down properly. “Sounds gross!” he says cheerfully. “I’ll try it. Are you one of Daddy’s friends? ‘cause you were with Captain America and Sergeant Barnes?”
“…Yes,” she decides, because honestly what else can she say. “But I like to think I’m your friend, too.”
Tony beams at her as he accepts the mug she hands him. “You wanna be friends with me?”
“Why wouldn’t I want to be your friend?” Natasha asks, honestly curious. “You’re smart, funny, adorable. Sometimes we race when we’re wolves. You even let me win sometimes to make me feel better.”
“I win?!” Tony exclaims excitedly.
Natasha ruffles his hair. “All the time.”
Howard has no idea if she’s lying out of her ass or not but he puffs his chest out proudly anyway. “Of course he does! He’s perfect.”
Natasha turns back to the stove quickly so they can’t see her crying with the effort of holding in her laughter because Jesus Christ. These Starks.
Tony takes a sip of the milk tea. “This is really weird!” he decides. He thinks about it for a few seconds. “…But a good weird.” He slurps up more. It’s weird but not bad, and it warms him from the inside out. He doesn’t want to tell Daddy, but he’d been shivery cold ever since the monsters attacked.
Howard pats him on the back. “I’m glad. But remember, you’re supposed to keep your skirt down. We’ve been over this. Some people would be offended.”
Tony huffs, rolling his eyes. “Daddy,” he says primly. “Natasha was the one that got me proper clothes. She’s already seen me naked.” He pauses. “…I wonder why I was a wolf when those monsters attacked.”
Howard gapes at him speechlessly.
Natasha wheezes and covers her mouth with her fist. God, she was gonna pee herself at this rate.
A/N: Guess what guys I didn’t fall off the face the Earth! I know I haven’t posted in forever (let’s not pull out the calendars please). Let’s just blame finals and the fact that I actually studied instead procrastinating like usual. Alright, that’s enough from me, now it’s time for the story! ~A
You shut the door behind you as you stumbled numbly into your room.
“Hugh, what the hell just happened?” You said. You turned your head to stare at him and he whimpered in response, taking a few steps back to avoid getting swept off of his perch by your nose. “I mean, what the literal hell just happened?” He whimpered again and flew over to the table, pacing anxiously. You sighed and flopped down onto your bed, jumping up when you realized Jaz was still there, snoring away. She let out a small shriek and rolled off the edge of the bed, landing in an graceful pile of limbs at your feet. “Jesus Christ y/n,” she sighed, pushing her tangled mass of hair out of her face, “if you wanted me to leave you could’ve just asked. No need to sit on me!”
“What are you still doing here?” You said, rolling your eyes. Jaz I’m not up for your bullshit today.
“What? You said I could stay here while you were on your date,” she whined fixing her shirt as she sat up.
“Yeah but I thought you would’ve left by now! What is it like ten o’clock?”
“I assumed you wouldn’t be coming back,” Jaz shrugged, pulling her knees up to her chest and leaning against the bed.
“C’mon sweetie, you were giving him the eyes. I thought you’d be having a little…checkup with the good doctor.”
You leaned down and smacked her on the arm, “Stop it!”
“What? I didn’t say anything!”
“You were thinking it.”
“Oh so you’re a mind reader now?”
You rolled your eyes and walked over your desk chair, “I’m not having this conversation with you.”
“You started it.”
“How did I start it?!?”
“Hey, we both know you wanted to check out his… bedside manner.” Jaz smirked, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively. Huginn squawked from his perch on the table and took flight, dive bombing Jaz’s head.
“Hey!” Jaz shouted, covering her head to protect herself from any stray bird droppings.
“What he said,” you laughed, holding out your hand. Huginn landed in your palm and puffed his chest proudly. You smiled and kissed the top of his head.
Jaz cleared her throat, “Are the two of you going to need some privacy?”
“Oh shut up!” You shouted.
“Don’t get too defensive now! It looked suspicious.” You were about to argue when Jaz cut you off. “So, you never told me. How did your date go?”
You sighed and pushed off from the edge of your desk, trailing your foot against the ground as you turned in a slow circle. “Can we not…get into that today?” You said quietly.
“What? You know you can tell me anything!” Jaz said.
“I know but-”
“Then what the hell man? It couldn’t have been that bad.”
“I never said it was bad! I mean he was really sweet until…”
“God, did he makes a pass at you? Like do you need me to kick his ass? Because I can and will and I won’t even feel bad about it.”
“Jaz, are you on something?”
“I only had like three energy drinks and a bag of M&M’s…”
“…one of the family sized ones. But I’m serious! No one will be able to find his body when I’m done with him.”
“For the love of- he didn’t make a pass at me, okay?” You sighed, rubbing your temples with your fingertips.
“Then seriously what’s your issue?”
“There’s no issue!” You said, bringing your hands down and slapping your legs for emphasis.
“Then just tell me how it went!”
“Fine! You want to know I’ll tell you! Everything was great! He was sweet and he was funny and it was all fan-fucking-tastic until the end. He- I don’t even know what happened at the doorstep! He fucking choked and pretty much ran out of here.”
“Wait, that’s what you’re mad about?” Jaz raised an eyebrow.
“What the hell’s that supposed to mean? ‘That’s what I’m mad about.’” You started angrily.
“Sweetie, all kidding aside it was your first date. Don’t you think you’re being a little dramatic?”
“Jaz, I just-I wanted-I don’t know, okay! I mean I thought he was leaning in but then he just kind of hugged me and ran off and it was awkward and weird and I don’t know what any of this means!”
“Well then explain it to me,” Jaz sighs, rubbing her brow tiredly. “How did it go? And please don’t ever say fan-fucking-tastic again. It just sounds…wrong.”
You laughed bitterly, “He was…great. I mean he was goofy and funny and I’ve never seen him act like that before. He actually laughed at my shitty puns and when we got onto something he was passionate about, his eyes would just light up…” you sighed wistfully. “I sound insane.”
“You sound love struck,” Jaz laughed. “I’m starting to see why you were a little upset.”
“I thought I was just being dramatic,” you said, raising an eyebrow.
“Out of context? Yes, but I could see the way you were talking about him. You’re in love, sweetie.
“Don’t you think it’s a little early to call it?”
“You’re probably right!” Jaz giggled then narrowed her eyes. “You know what, that was pretty fast. Do you think he’s trying to pull some voodoo love magic on you?”
“Well that’s reassuring,” you snorted.
“Hey, I’m just trying to be realistic!”
“In what world is that realistic?”
“Says the girl who goes to magic school and has a magical pet raven,” Jaz shot back.
“Shut up,” you grumbled. “Why are you so good at arguing?”
“It’s a gift,” Jaz shrugged. “Now go to sleep.”
“Whoa! Who made you queen of the world?”
“We had a meeting while you went on your date,” Jaz said dryly. “C’mon, you’ve gotta help me study for my magic theory class tomorrow, and then we’ve got to sort out this whole relationship catastrophe.”
“It’s not a catastrophe-”
“Yes it is.” Jaz cut in. “Now shut up and go to sleep! We’ve got a big day tomorrow.”
The next morning, you and Jaz had breakfast in the common area, leaving Huginn to get some sleep in your room. Jaz had spread her disorganized notes all over the table, leaving you to try and decipher her handwriting. She looked up at the ceiling and pursed her lips, trying to summon an answer. “Um…the Cunningham method?” She finally answered.
“No, aquatic manipulation. Jaz, have you even looked at your notes?”
She waved her arms in frustration, filling the air with the swish flowing silk. “You know I’m no good at the whole memorization part of things,” she sighed. She grabbed an apple from the bowl on the table and crunched into it nervously. From off to your left, you could here the stone door grind open, the measured footsteps that followed unmistakable.
“Shit,” you hissed under your breath.
“What?” Jazz looked up from her apple. “Shit. Do you think it’s too late to make a run for it?”
You peeked over the top of your papers, “Yeah, he’s coming this way.”
“Okay,” Jaz said. “You can do this! Just dig up those feelings and talk about your problems! Or something…”
“Why do I take relationship advice from you again?” You sighed.
“I’m an expert, remember? I read a book once!” Jaz beamed. “I’m right behind you, okay?”
“Thanks Jaz,” you grumbled under your breath.
“What was that?” Strange said as he walked up to your table, two coffee cups clutched in his hands.
“Nothing,” you said hurriedly. “What’s up?”
“Nothing much,” Strange laughed. “I just went down to New York for a cup of coffee.”
“Damn, that must’ve been one good cup of coffee,” you giggled nervously.
“I mean it was more like motor oil than coffee, but it got me going,” he shrugged.
“Are you sure you went to a coffee shop and not a gas station?” You laughed.
“It was past midnight when I got there,” Strange sighed. “The only place open was the tiny twenty-four hour shop near the hospital I used to work at.”
“Aww that sounds so sweet!”
“They’ve got the worst coffee on that side of the Mississippi,” Strange grinned fondly. “Oh that reminds me! I got you something.” Strange grinned, holding out one of the coffee cups.
You eyed him suspiciously, “If that’s diesel-”
“What? No, this is safe!” He turned his hand so you could see the label. “It’s just Starbucks.”
You grabbed the cup and took a sip, “Is this a white chocolate macchiato?”
“Well you said they were your favorite,” Stephen grinned. “And you said Jaz likes black coffee, right?”
Jaz grinned as Strange handed her the cup, “Kissing up to her friends already? I like you.” She took a sip of her coffee and turned to you, her smile even wider, “Can we keep him?”
“Jaz, don’t make him uncomfortable! We went on one date!”
“Actually, I was wondering if we could-uh-talk about that,” Strange said.
His eyes darted over to Jaz for half a second and she stood up, gathering her stack of papers, “I’ll give you two some privacy.”
So much for having my back, you thought as she disappeared in a flurry of skirts and scarves. Strange settled in Jaz’s chair and smiled at you nervously. You clutched your coffee cup a little tighter, your palms starting to sweat. “So…what did you want to talk about?”
“Well…I had a really good time last night,” Strange said quietly.
“I did too!” You smiled, loosening your grip on the cup when you realized it was beginning to crumple in your hands.
“So I wanted to say that I’m sorry for the way I left things off at the end.”
“What are you talking about? You didn’t do anything wrong!”
“Thanks for trying, y/n, but Jaz told me you were…disappointed about the whole thing.”
“Traitor,” you muttered under your breath. When did she even find the time to tell him? “It’s fine. Don’t worry about it.”
“No, it’s not,” Steven sighed, fiddling with the hem of his robe. “I wanted to…apologize because my heart wasn’t completely in it.”
“Wh-what?” You stammered, your stomach plummeting.
“It’s not what you think. I do like you, but-” he stopped suddenly, his gaze distant. “I’ve never really been close to anyone before. At first I didn’t want to be, then I didn’t have the time, then…I don’t know. It was just too late.” He turned back to you, inhaling sharply, “Anyway, I know I’m not too great at the whole relationship thing-”
“Don’t worry about it,” you cut in.
“It’s not a race,” you laughed. “We’ll go slow for now, and if you need to call it quits, I’ll understand.”
“You’re amazing,” Stephen grinned.
“I try,” you said, tossing your hair jauntily over your shoulder. From the corner of your eye, you could see one of Jaz’s neon scarves peeking out from around an over-sized armchair. “Jaz, you can come out of hiding now,” you called.
She stood and straightened her clothes, “Hey, I said I would be right behind you.”
You shook your head and laughed, “I still can’t believe you told him.”
“Considering the way things would’ve turned out, we should be thanking her,” Strange snorted.
“Don’t you think you’re giving her a little too much credit?”
“No he’s not,” Jaz cried. “I’m the glue holding this relationship together.”
“Look what you did!” You laughed. “We’ll never be able to get rid of her.”
“That’s unlikely. If I have to go through all this again, my head’s going to explode,” Jaz said, rolling her eyes. You could here Strange laughing under his breath and slapped him on the shoulder, hiding your smirk behind your hand. I could get used to this.
It was your birthday a few weeks later. Even though you told him you weren’t expecting anything, Strange insisted on taking you out for dinner.
“I still don’t understand why I have to wear a blindfold,” you complained, taking a few shuffle steps forward.
“I told you I we were taking a portal out somewhere special,” Strange sighed, making sure you kept your hands off of the blindfold.
“If ‘somewhere special’ happens to be over the mouth of an active volcano, we’re going to have a problem,” you said, waving your arms threateningly.
“Hey, don’t take my head off!” Strange laughed. He patted you on the shoulder, “Alright, take another step forward and then take your blindfold off.”
Grumbling, you took a step forward, feeling the familiar, energetic buzz of the portal. On the other side, you could feel your feet sinking slightly into the ground, the smell of seaweed and briny water wafting through the air. You ripped off your blindfold and took in waves as they surged beneath the dark sky.
“Do you like it?” Strange said quietly. He’d managed to sneak up behind you.
“Yeah…is this Long Beach?” You said.
“Yeah,” Strange grinned. “It took me forever to find a good spot.” He grabbed your hand and pulled you a further from the shore, “C’mon let’s sit down.” He led you over to a little gazebo that you hadn’t even noticed when you arrived. You could see a couple chairs and a table with some candles and covered dishes set up inside the little hut. “I know it’s not snow cones at the boardwalk, but I thought watching the sunrise together would be a close second.”
“It’s perfect,” you said, pulling him into a hug.
“I’m glad you like it,” he said, pulling away. He rushed over to your seat and pulled your chair out for you, “I was worried you’d think it was too much!” He rambled. “I know you said you didn’t really want anything, but I thought I’d make today special and-”
You threw your arms around his neck and kissed him, silencing his frenzied speech. You pulled away and smiled, “It’s the best surprise anyone’s ever given me.”
He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear and laughed, “Well I have no idea how I’m going to out do this when we hit our anniversary.”
“Anniversary?” You arched an eyebrow, “So I’m guessing you want to stick around for a while.”
“There’s nothing else I want more,” he murmured, pulling you in for another kiss.
A/N: And that’s about it for this series! Thanks to G for all her help and our lovely anon for their prompt. I can’t wait to see what’s next (now that it’s summer, I have no excuse for not posting!). ~A
All y’all young nu-feminists celebrating the death of Hugh Hefner as just another white misogynist need to know that his work is literally the reason you are allowed to post sexy selfies and watch movies with sex scenes and openly discuss sex in schools and in governments and shit. I’m not even kidding. Hugh Hefner published the first issue of Playboy in the 1950s, when America was in the midst of a complete WASPish, Puritan shutdown of anything and everything that didn’t conform to white, male, Protestant, conservative ideas of starchy prudish morality. In the year that issue was published, the tv show I Love Lucy wasn’t allowed to say the word pregnancy, or depict a MARRIED COUPLE as sleeping in the same bed. Women could be fired and socially ostracized for having pre-marital sex. Sex education didn’t exist. Hotels were allowed to have policies that said guests couldn’t have unmarried visitors of the opposite sex in their rooms.
Hugh wasn’t perfect no shit but he is almost single-handedly responsible for start of the sexual revolution. He was a champion for LGBT rights. He regularly employed women of color and paid them comparable wages to their white counterparts. He spoke openly about experimenting with male sexual partners at a time when doing so was social suicide. He filled the pages of his magazines with articles about civil rights and other liberal causes. He led the charge of stopping sex and nudity from being taboo, shameful things that could never be discussed in public settings. I’m not crazy about the negative societal ramifications of the porn industry either alright, but tumblr culture needs to be more aware of nuance and history and situations that arent’ black and white. Hugh did a lot of good for this world. Before you leap to sjw condemnation, think about how the next time you want to post a pic of yourself in lingerie on twitter or wear a revealing top or have pre-marital sex or experiment with your sexuality or even have a discussion about sexual education in your school, Hugh Hefner is an enormous part of the reason you are allowed to do those things.
Imagine where Kuro's s/o is about to die so he turns her into his subclass and doesn't talk to her for a few weeks because he regrets it so much. Can it end in a bit of smut please? Thank you!
(Sure thing, my dear! I hope you enjoy this, and I hope the smut at the end wasn’t too weird! Putting it under a “Read More” since it gets a bit long! And I used female pronouns, since you said “her”!)
Kuro’s eyes drank in the sight of your form beneath him. Your own crimson eyes looked back at him, hazy with want but still as clear and bright as he knew them to be. He momentarily thought about what had happened in the weeks before, feeling his chest tighten and then relax as the memories played in his head like a movie.
-Hugh loves bees the most, but is fond of all bugs and creepy crawlies
-He is in charge of getting rid of spiders from the house
-Still eats an excessive amount of honey (Miss P always makes sure to buy the organic, bee-friendly stuff)
-is super healthy and almost never gets sick
-Hugh is everyone’s funny older brother whose always trying to embarrass them and tease them, but is also really sweet and caring and loves all the children dearly
-is not the best at comforting people, and having heart to hearts, but is much better at cheering people up and making them smile
-Hugh just knows when the children need to be sad for a while, and when they need to be cheered up by a funny story or silly joke
-Hugh has trained himself not to be ticklish, because of all the bees crawling over him
-(modern day) Hugh hates winter, as its bad for the bees and often a lot of them die, so he tries to stay inside a lot, but if he has to go out he will wear a thick scarf over his mouth so the bees don’t escape
-also doesn’t like to shower or have baths because of his bees, so he has to make sure to keep his mouth closed
-an actual conversation between the peculiar children:
Emma: “so Jake have any animals gone extinct since 1940?”
Jacob: “a few, also bees are dying”
Hugh, from three rooms over, already in tears: “WHAT”
somethin' before i give you a couple of hcs i have for best au that im never letting go of. I will never not love baby Tsubaki's confused face, i want 8. But anyway~ Fiirst hc: Hyde totally begs Kuro (and mahi?) for money to buy posters. Seecond hc: Either some kiddies are sharing rooms or 'the creator' has all them dollars. Seriously, eight people in one house. Lasst hc: Hyde steals Okami's socks, i don't know why, i don't know how that came to me, and i don't know why im sending asks @ 1am.
aww thanks~ I am always happy to hear people like my au~ :D Baby Tsubaki’s confused face is A+ Oh boy~ headcanons for my au, time to confirm and deny. lol
Haha Hyde would be the kid who begs for money. But Kuro would most likely respond with “You think I have money??? I don’t work….” To answer your question I think in this au since their parent(cough* creator) is never around, cause he’s always working. He usually just sends them their ‘monthly budget’ to spend on whatever they need. Hugh, even though he is only 16, works part time so he can bring in extra money. (also cause he likes to brag about “what would this family do without ME??”) Each of the kids are also probably given a certain amount of allowance to spend on whatever they want and then Hyde usually ends up spending his share really fast and begs everyone else for some of their allowance. OMG greed.
I actually never thought about if they shares rooms or not. Cause it was one of those little things I was gonna leave to everyone’s imaginations. But if I had to say something, probably some do? At least the youngest ones share. Kuro has his own room because he’s the oldest. Okami has her own room, (being the ONLY female and all) and maybe baby Tsubaki???(no one wants to share a room with the giggly child…. It would be funny if Jeje and Hugh shared a room but Jeje has to put up with Hugh complaining that “I am the responsible one! How come I DON’T get my own room??!?” 8 people in one house is a lot. But it’s never lonely at least.
also~ the idea of Hyde stealing Okami socks is kinda appealing. But it’s FUNNY cause whenever I draw her she’s always in thigh highs or knee socks. LOL
but maybe not all her socks are thigh highs so she had a pair striped socks that Hyde liked: (have more doodles~)
and then she let him keep them~ Cause Okami is a cool older sister! :D and that’s the story of Hyde’s “halloween socks”.
also could you imagine that he goes to school the next day and then OPHELIA tells him his new socks are “soooooooo cool?” Now he’s never taking them off. HAHAHAHA.
Yooo hello Halsey anon!
Request: Could you write a Jason x reader based on Halsey’s song ‘i walk the line’ (or ‘young god’ whatever works better for you :))pretty please :)??
MUCH ANGST. Very slightly NSFW.
Jason and Roy both stared in awe at your form, ever since you landed in front of them. Your movements, filled with skill as you swing through the air with such ease, looking like a flying ballerina.
Roy swore his insides flinched a little with every hit you shoot to attacker. He wasn’t moving and neither was Jason, as he managed to notice. Both of them were dazzled by your enchanting form.
“Y-you… You did this by yourself?” The redhead stuttered once you landed better then, a self-pleased smirk covering your entire face.
“Yeah sure!” You flashed a genuine smile at him, before turning your attention to the one you had been seeking.
Your hands were thrown around him, to pull him in a hug, that couldn’t possibly show how much you had missed him. You didn’t care that you were bleeding, or that the stitches a pedestrian doctor had performed on you had opened. Jason’s luscious smell filling your nostrils couldn’t let you skip away from his arms, even if the pain was unbearable.
Jason noticed, almost instantly, that you’d flinch in pain, yet he didn’t want to let you go. He could remember him self seeking your attention, searching for your familiar scent in every place the Outlaws and him visited.
He’d give up every day and every night he’d hope again. He hoped that he could see you for one more time. Mostly, because he needed to know…
what was it, that was itching him about you for so long.
“Your bleeding” he whispered huskily in your ear in a way you couldn’t distinguish wgther you wanted to pull him in closer or let him go. “I’ll take you to our apartment.. I’m sure you have some wounds you can’t stitch.
“No mines just fine.” You lied. Of course you didn’t have an apartment. You lived in the streets ever since you got fired. You couldn’t even afford a ticket to go back to Gotham. Yet you still fought restlessly to protect Los Angeles. Or a small part of it at the very least.
“We’ll walk you there.” Jason announced and turned his gaze at Roy, who in turn nodded in approvement.
“And here we are” you turned to them and smiled in fake confidence.
“Is the apartment complex at the end of the street right?” Jason casually asked, causing am awkward shuttle to escape your lips add you sunk in deeper to his jacket.
“Nope. The bench right there is my apartment. Thanks for waking me home.”
Jason gasped in horror at how casually the words slipped of your mouth, as if they’d ever sound normal in his ears.
He grabbed your arm with such exceptional force, the moment you turned to leave. The pain was to much considering your arm was filled with bruises, but you daren’t flinch. You couldn’t afford to show any emotion. Pity, was exactly what you never wanted Jason to feel about you.
“You’ll be staying with us.” He announced coldly once again. Never giving you the chance to look back at the bench that had been your only company throughout all these horrid months.
Ten more minutes of walking was the most your body could take, before you collapsed in the floor. Roy sighed at the sight of Jason’s sadness.
“She’s the one right?” He asked while the ravenette bent down to pick you up in his arms, in order to carry you to his apartment.
“What?” Jason muttered and certainly it took Roy a while to understand that inhuman sound.
“ She’s the one you’ve been searching through ever city we’ve been right? ”
Jason nodded with pursed lips. He knew that his secret would be out one day, and tonight wasn’t early, it was in fact too late.
He had promised himself he’d give up on you, just one night ago. It was so ironic that you burst into his life like a sudden fire that he was sure had come to burn him in hell.
After that night, Jason had found himself creeping on you all the time. Was it his need for you? All he knew was that years had passed since the last time he saw you and that he wanted you all to himself.
It took him a couple of drinks to admit to Roy that he was indeed in love with you, even if he knew you’d never feel the same way.
And tonight? Tonight he was aroused. It wasn’t fake, he knew because one; he never got drunk by two glasses of whiskey and two; because how someone couldn’t be aroused when he accidentally entered the bathroom the moment you were slipping off your clothes.
Unfortunately, Jason was aware that tonight was going to be another night of frustration, and self service in the bathroom. He was happy though; some other nights he’d just fight with his own self or stay awake becayse he was a coward who wouldn’t admit his feeling for and to you.
So for him, it was no shame at all as he stared at your shady form showered through the non existent bathroom door.
“Don’t get me wrong” he rehearsed his excuse inside his head. “I was just.. uhmm passing and basically the only thing that blocking my view is that curtain..”
He hated this excuse… but, oh well, that was all he had.l, he reminded himself.
“And you’re sure creeping on a the file you’re in love with, that by the way knows nothing, while she’s having a shower?” Roy interrupted, catching Jason off guard.
“It’s not my fault she’s…” The ravenette struggled to speak of a certain perfect feature of you.
Suddenly Jason felt all angry with himself. He was furious that he couldn’t hold himself back the moment your hands spread the bubbling soap on your breasts, then to the rest of your body.
It took him all if his patient not to rip the curtain and start giving it to you while the water run.
And now that he though about it, he needed a cold shower.
He knew that tonight was the last night he’d keep anything to himself. And so he matched to you room and sat on the end of your bed.
Needless to say that Roy and Jason had given you their room in order for you to feel more comfortable.
You had been sleeping on bench for two and a half years.
The moment you entered your room a Hugh pitched scream escaped your lips as you saw Jason sprawled onto your bed.
“Hey.. take it easy… I’m here for a reason okay?” He tried his best to calm you down, but you for sure didn’t need it.
Your face deadpanned once he finished his words and you rushed to answer.
“If this is because you saw me naked and you want to fuck with me then the answer is no.” It came off as a growl and you weren’t sure if you regretted it the moment you let it out of your mouth.
You focused on drying your hair with your towel instead.
“ No.. uhm look… I.. for a long time now… Can you at least look at me? Its important!” Jason yelped as his heart throbbed.
“ Go on!” You said sweetly, being regretful of the venom you spat at him previously.
“I’m.. I’ve been over thinking about it and I know no one would feel like that about me but… I’m in love with you. And it took me too long to realise.”
You watched and listened in awe. Jason was pouring his heart over you, while you laid beside him, dumbfounded.
“I know you don’t feel the same. I’m a killer and-”
For some moments the sound of muffling along with moans was the only one existing in the room.
Your lips moved audibly against Jason’s all the while your heart burst in excitement.
“Don’t ever say that again. Of course there’s someone who loves you Jason. I’m that someone!”
Jason didn’t let out another word, before flipping you over on the bed. Now, he seemed huge as he hovered on top of you, placing soft kisses all over your face and temple, eliciting soft moans from you.
“Jason… hey. Hey stop I…”
His eyes widened in shock as realisation came in his is mind. You were one year younger than him, and he was twenty at the moment. Plus you lived on the street for two years, which meant no home, no boyfriends. You were still a virgin.
“ Don’t tell me that you’re…”
“Eh well, I’m a good girl Jay. I’m planning on going to heaven.” You giggled from under him, feeling the tint of blush forming on your cheeks, causing him to smirk.
“Then why am I not making love to you yet?”
He leaned in to whisper in your ear
When Jason came back in Gotham the two of you split. It was expected actually, he had to mind his own business and you had to purchase a case that had came to your attention.
Nevertheless it was a hard break up. You had a house now, thanks to him, but you never got to see him. You’d only heard his name being called once, as he was accused for attempting to kill the mayor.
And now here you were, thrown onto the feet of his familiar vigilante appearance with his gun point on your head. Black mask was yelling at him, that hed die to if he didn’t plant a bulled in your head.
But Jason, oh Jason, he couldn’t find it in him to do that. He still loved you as a matter of fact. He’d get back with you if you wanted him to.
“I.. I cant do that Black Mask… I..” Jason stuttered, to buy himself sometime. Sweat dripped from his forehead inside his mask, as he thought his lie might not be believable. “ I’ve made it clear to you that I dont kill women and children. Especially if they’re mine.”
Black Mask gasped the same time you did. Silence fell into the room and you stared st Jason with horror literally dripping from your eyes. Your heart best fast in your ears as Black Mask approached you and touched your chin with his gloved fingers.
“If so, then you are free to love with your boyfriend here”
“He’s not my boyfriend” you sobbed, fearing for your life as he knelt before you in order to develop a better eye contact.
“And why is that Red Hood?”
“ I was a coward, I dumped her a s soon as she told me.”
In mere seconds Black Mask was up, his hand coming in contact with Jason’s mask in the form of a punch, that send him laying in the floor.
“He’s going to make up to you now. You’re staying here.”
Jason smiled as he brushed your strands away from your face the moment he woke up next to you.
His fingers, tingled all over your body while he felt this warmth spreading inside of him all over again.
He felt relieved Black Mask had chose him to kill you. If it was for anyone else, you wouldn’t be laying next to him on the huge mattress, but in an uncomfortable casket.
imagine-that-fandom-life said:So one of the ideas I had was that you have really bad anxiety and the only way to calm you down is with music and the other kids in the loop don’t understand but enoch does? (Sorry I’m total enoch trash. Most of them will probably be for him😂)
“Does she have to listen to it so loud?” Hugh grumbled at the dinner table as it seemed the entire house was full of music that radiated from a single origin, your room.
“Now Hugh.” Mr. Peregrine tutted gently before casting her eyes around the table as all the children looked around with some level of irritation. “Enoch, will you go speak to Y/N please?”
“Yes ma’am” He stood and made for the staircase and to your door as he had done many times before. “Y/N?” He knocked and got no answer.
“Y/N, I’m coming in.” He said through the door and opened it up only to be hit by a wave of sound.
You were on your bed, wrapped in the quilt with your face buried in the mattress as if you were trying to shut out the entire world around you. You didn’t even look up as he entered and delicately reached over to turn down the music before he sat on the edge of your bed.
“Alright, what’s bothering you?” He asked directly and you didn’t respond so he sighed and began to gently pull back the quilt. “Y/N.”
“What if the loop doesn’t work this time?”
Enoch paused before shaking his head. “It always works. You know that.”
“What if someday it doesn’t, and when the bomb falls Ms. Peregrine can’t stop it?”
Enoch contained a sigh, you hadn’t been the same since the bomb, or since Victor. It seemed your mind constantly reeled with worst case scenarios and the only way to calm it was to listen to your music.
“The Loop will always reset.” He said firmly, leaving no room for any doubt, “and Miss Peregrine will always keep us safe.”
You nodded, your guts still twisting and you slipped out from under the quilt and sat next to him. “Enoch, will you promise me something?”
“No matter what, we’ll always be there for each other. If anything ever happens…”
“But if it does,” you hissed and gripped his large hand, “If it does, do you promise we’ll take care of each other?”
Enoch sighed and squeezed your hand tightly. “I promise, if anything happens I will be there with you.”
You nodded with sad worried eyes and Enoch looked at the door. “Are you ready to come down?”
“No, not yet.”
Enoch sighed and shook his head. “Y/N, what are you afraid of?”
You paused and looked out the window and around the room, your sanctuary.
“I don’t know. Everything.”
He nodded and wrapped his arm around you. “Then how about this, we’ll stay up here until Miss. Peregrine calls us down. Then we’ll go out side and you can watch Miss. Peregrine reset the Loop again. Then we’ll come in and we’ll do whatever you like to take you mind off of it.”
You nodded and eyed him. “Can I watch your fights again?”
He shrugged. “Alright. We can do that.”
You nodded and hugged him tightly. “Thank you Enoch.”
“It’s alright, but I get to pick the next record.”
and I got to tell him that to his face after his interview on CBS This Morning. Approaching someone like this isn’t really my thing. But being so well behaved all the time doesn’t seem to be helping people. It made me really uncomfortable to do it. But that’s how we change. We must become uncomfortable. We must act out of our comfort zones for things to change. We must call out the people who are doing horrible things when they do them. Hugh Grant must be made to feel uncomfortable for what he allows his company to do in the world. That is why I told him what I did today and why I am sharing it with you.
Before a segment I was doing on the movie Spotlight with Mike Rezendes this morning, I was waiting in the green room watching Hugh Grant (Monsanto CEO not the Actor) worm his way through the strong questions he was getting from the CBS team. His handlers clearly have been working very hard with him to give him every slippery non-answer to every question he was asked. I was beside myself watching this guy who is responsible for so much misery and sickness throughout the world slime his way through his interview I could not hold my tongue. He came through the Green Room door ready to do high fives with his press agent and I simply told him this…
“You are wrong. You are engaged in monopolizing food. You are poisoning people. You are killing small farms. You are killing bees. What you are doing is dead wrong. “
A bead of sweat broke out on his head…”Well, what I think we are doing is good.”
“I am sure you do”
When people get paid the kind of money he gets paid their thinking becomes incredibly clouded and the first thing to go is their morality.
He says Monsanto needs to do a better job with their messaging.
Hugh, it’s not your messaging that makes you and your company horrible. It’s the horrible stuff you guys do that makes you and your company horrible. People don’t walk around making horrible stories up about good companies because they got nothing else better to do with their time. People like you and your company are horrible because… you are horrible. No matter how much jumping around you do on morning shows (where no one can really nail you down for the horrible stuff you do) you will still always be horrible, and people will always greet you the way I did, when you go around trying to cover up the fact that you are horrible.
Want to know more about the real Monsanto, and Hugh Grant? Watch this…
There is a lot more horrible stuff to look at here.
Monsanto’s greatest hit jobs.
In 2003, Monsanto settled a lawsuit for $700 million with 20,000 Anniston, AL residents who claimed that a Monsanto plant contaminated the local rivers, lakes, soil and air with polychlorinated biphenyls (PCBs). Plaintiffs reported a range of health issues including cancer, birth defects, and neurological disorders.
In 2012, Monsanto settled a lawsuit with tens of thousands of plaintiffs in West Virginia for $93 million. Residents of Nitro, WV claimed they had been poisoned by decades of contamination from cancer-causing chemicals used in the manufacturing of Agent Orange produced in a Monsanto plant.
In March 2015, the International Agency for Research on Cancer (IARC), an arm of the World Health Organization, concluded in a study that glyphosate, the active ingredient in Monsanto’s widely used weedkilling product Roundup, was “probably carcinogenic to humans.”
In September 2015, a French appeals court in Lyon upheld a decision that held Monsanto liable for poisoning a French farmer. The grain farmer, Paul Francois, developed neurological damage after inhaling Monsanto’s weedkilling product Lasso.
You can find reports of Monsanto products being linked to cancer and other health issues all over the world, for example:
Argentina is the world’s third largest soy-producing country. According to Mother Jones, nearly 100% of the soy crop is genetically altered, and Monsanto’s Roundup is very widely used. As the use of pesticides and herbicides in Argentina has increased, cancer clusters have begun to develop around farming communities. A 2010 study at the University of Buenos Aires also found that injecting glyphosate (the active ingredient in Roundup) into chicken and frog embryos caused the same sort of spinal defects that doctors have found to be increasingly prevalent in communities where farm chemicals are used.
Hey sweetheart! Can I request one in which Anakin gets jealous of the reader’s padawan because that guy is some flirty lil shit just to tease his Master (because they are friends and from the same planet and its all playful) so Anakin interrumpts their shared training (anakin and ahsoka and the reader and her padawan) and stars sparring with the reader, beats her and when she’s on the ground laughing her ass off he kisses her so passionately their padawans only can stare at each other 🌟🌟
You waited excitedly for his arrival. Hugh, your friend from childhood from Alderaan, made a decision to become a padawan to take the path of a Jedi and you were going to be his Master.
Then, you feel arms wrap around your waist and place a soft kiss on your neck. You turn around and kiss Anakin on the lips.
“Hello, darling. What are you waiting for?” he asks you, kissing your lips once more before your answer.
“I’m getting a padawan and guess what? He’s a friend from Alderaan!” you says excitedly, jumping around.
He furrows his eyebrows. “He?” he questions.
You let out a sigh. Anakin is always over protective. Especially since your relationship was no longer a secret to the people after the Jedi Council removed the law of love and Jedi. He made sure that everyone knew he was yours and only yours.
“Ani, he is just a friend. Don’t worry,” you walk up to him, kissing his nose. “I’m yours.”
He smiles, “Damn right,” causing you to laugh.
Just then, you hear a ship land behind you. You turn around and gasp, “He’s here!”
Hugh walks off he ship and he smiles. “Hey! (Y/N)!”
“Hugh!” you call, running to him and giving him a big hug. You haven’t seen him in years and seeing him again was incredible.
Of course, the sight made Anakin’s blood boil. Seeing another man touch you made him annoyed and well, jealous. He starts to make his way over to you and when he reaches you, he wraps and arm around your waist.
Looking up at him, you say, “Oh, Hugh, this is my boyfriend, Anakin. Anakin, this is my best friend, Hugh. We’ve known each other for years now and he’s the best friend I’ve ever had.”
Hugh laughs, “Aw, stop it. It’s nice to meet you, man. You are very lucky to have a girl like (Y/N). She’s incredible.” Hugh’s comment makes you blush.
Anakin notices and says, “Oh, I know. She’s especially incredible in the sack.”
You smack his chest. “Anakin…”
Hugh laughs, “Nah, I’m fine with it. And I bet she is.”
The comment makes Anakin’s breath heavier and his temper become shorter if that’s possible.
“C'mon, I’ll show you around.”
Anakin watches you walk away laughing with that prick you called your best friend. This guy was a flirt and he knew he was going to have to keep an eye on him. He had training with his padawan, Ahsoka, but he was determined to keep an eye on the both of you.
Training with Hugh was so much fun, you were cracking jokes, but you both remained very focus. Anakin watched the two of you laughing and training.
“Ahsoka, do you mind if we join (Y/N)?” he asks his padawan. She shakes her head no and the two of them enter.
You turn around and see your boyfriend and his padawan walk in and you knew what he was here for.
“Hi, love. I was wondering if I could show Ahsoka and maybe Hugh how sparring goes?” he asks you with a smile.
You know his game. You narrow your eyes and pop into his thoughts, I know your game, Skywalker. I know you. “Sure!” you say to him.
Ahsoka and Hugh stand on the sidelines as you and Anakin square up.
“Ready?” you ask him.
He shakes his head and before coming at you full on. You push him back with just as much force as he did. The cycle of you kicking and pushing and striking goes on.
At one point, Hugh screams, “C'mon, (Y/N)! He’s got nothing on you!”
That drives Anakin nuts and with one swift move, boom. You’re down and he won. Many people would get angry that he would win because he took his anger out on you. But you thought that the situation was hilarious.
So, on the floor, you start bursting out in laughter because of how ridiculous the situation was. The padawans are looking at you in confusion, probably think you are drugged somehow.
“Ahsoka and Hugh, you’re dismissed,” Anakin releases them. Ahsoka leaves the room as Anakin lifts you from the ground, you still giggling.
However, Hugh still remains in the room. Anakin uses this to his advantage as grab your face, kissing you to stop the laughter. Of course, you kiss him back because if you didn’t, he’d probably throw a hissy fit. Soon, the kiss develops into a make out session, Hugh there freaking watching.
Anakin pulls away to turn to Hugh. “Was I not clear? You are dismissed.”
Hugh then leaves the room, Anakin reconnecting your lips, you laughing into the kiss.
If Lost, Return to Phil (Part 5) by thatsmistertoyou
Pairing: Phan (danisnotonfire x AmazingPhil)
Genre: AU. ANGSTY FUCKING ANGST JESUS MY HEART (Sam wrote this but I’m keeping it.)
Summary: [SPOILERS so read parts 1234 first.] Dan’s complicated relationship with Phil starts to spill over into other areas of his life.
A/N: I don’t know what I would do if Sam wasn’t around to point out all the awesome symbolism I unwittingly put into my own writing.
Dan had to remind himself that he was, in fact, a professional actor, several times a day as rehearsals wore on. Hugh had moved rehearsals to a large room with a stage the size of the one they’d be performing on, and insisted that no one need a script by the following week. But memorizing lines and taking stage direction were just fine with Dan. It was the whole ‘Romeo’ thing that was getting to him.
Slooowly working my way through the extras; here are some tidbits from the Primavera commentary with Bryan and Hugh that I haven’t seen posted on here yet:
They had intended to dangle ghost!Abigail in front of the audience for 3-4 more episodes but realized it would have been a dick move.
The context for Hugh’s enthusiastic praise of Mads’s cheekbones is that they had apparently looked into casting Mads’s son as young!Hannibal at the Uffizi but that didn’t happen for whatever reason and the nameless stand-in’s bone structure wasn’t up to par so they had to sharpen it in post.
They shot the first three episodes at the same time and Hugh felt “schizophrenic” going back and forth between the vampire movie feel of Secondo and walking around in small circles around the catacombs, which were a set the size of an average living room.
Hugh referred to filming the Mizumono bloodbath as one of the longer nights of his life, and when they were reshooting it for S3 and came in later to do pick-ups Vincenzo Natali asked him to generate the same amount of anguish and he was like, “lol nope sry no can do, not out of nowhere and especially not on a Tuesday.” He also liked an alternate shot of himself from Mizumono where you can see it slowly dawn on Will that he had changed Hannibal and could at least claim that small victory (they ended up using this shot in Primavera).
Fandom is generally very careful and respectful of Abigail and her death and what little agency she had, so it was a bit jarring to hear Bryan and Hugh joke about her so much, but, hey, it’s a DVD commentary, things move fast, they could hardly do the topic justice beyond saying it was ridiculously bleak, even if they wanted to. It got me mentally composing questions to ask Kacey at RDC2, though xD
Patton Oswalt is a doll, and among other things does an adorbs impression of Hannibal out of breath from rushing around trying to light all the candles before Will gets there, and an adorbs impression of Hugh’s skewed expectations of the level of gore and drama in his future projects.
Credit for the ‘I forgive you’ line (either the line itself or its placement as the episode closer) goes to Angelina Burnett! They also delineated forgiving a shark for being a shark and Will forgiving Hannibal on a deeper level than that.