#“do they get along...????” where you can't tell

[rexhya]

note — i accidentally posted the hcs before i was done! >~<, more anul content :>

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yandere!prince who drives himself mad over every interaction you have with another male, it's an unspoken rule that no one is allowed to look you in the eyes because the clingy bastard has a careful and constant eye watching over you

anul hardly ever lets you out of his sight, he goes, you go, you go, he goes. it's law.

so on the rare cases where he does have to leave your side, safe to say he's more than just a little grumpy. ( he slit the throat of his personal advisor because he was talking to loud )

your just doing you job, the job you were meant to do, cleaning and preparing for a party held for nobles in his upcoming inauguration. anul is obviously dreading this party, his father is being picky about evey little thing and said he'd banish you if he tries to bring you along. (he doesn't actually care he just is waiting patiently for the day he becomes king and his fathers word will mean nothing)

whats worse is theres this insect on his arm, buzzing nosily to him about nothing, the only good thing that actually came from it's mouth was when she asked about you.

"Oh you mean [Name], she's perfect isn't she?" He doesn't wait for a response, Anetha is dying listening to him go on and on and on about you, and she hardly gets it anyway! Your a maid, born from slum and you're hardly that pretty anyway, what did the Prince of Salttion see in you.

She makes a horrible mistake and tries to find out herself.

"Hello m'lady how may I he—" you don't get to finish your sentence before Anethea's gaurds are stomping you into the ground. It's not like you havent been in a situation like this before, but it's the fear of not knowing if you'd be able to escape let alone survive that makes you sob tears into your blood.

You're shoved into a closet before your found, Anul had tore every room apart looking for you ( literally, the door came flying off it's hinges as you fell to the ground unconscious. ) and sees pure, blood raging red when he cradleds your head in his lap. not even his father tries to reprimand him for his attentiveness to you, who ever had done this would pay in blood.

He can't control his breathing as they cart you away, he's right there with you of course, Anetha watching pleasantly, he catches the look and saves it for later.

When you finally wake up you feel sore, definitely brtter then when you were bloody and hurting in the dank closet but sore nonetheless. Anul is right besides you, his long violet hair wafting on your bed, his face planted into the cushions of the mattress breathing softly. How long had you been out? How long had the prince been here? He certainly didn't look like himself, hair messy, clothes rumpled.

You hesitated for a moment, reaching out to stroke his soft wavy hair, then without warning his jumped up and statched at your wrist. His eyes were bloodshot, (had he been crying, did something else happen while you were out?) and the hold on your wrist was only getting tighter.

"A-Anul, you're hurting me." he lets go in an instant and immediately sits up to hold you in his arms.

"Oh god, I thought you—" he choked and let go to place a kiss on your lips. they were chapped, but warm.

you only blinked, he didn't care that you hadn't kissed him back. "I am going to gut that pig alive you hear me?" he said squeezing your cheeks.

"I am going to peel her insides till they look like confetti alright?" he said desperately, "I failed to protect you, and look what happened. Oh my baby, my poor baby." he cried, kissing your cheeks lettinf his tears fall freely on his face.

"And you [Name], are to never leave my side again, I've already made arrangements for you to sleep with me so it won't be a problem." you flinched at the finality in his words but Anul couldn't tell.

All he could see waa the bruising of your face and a lot of bodies he'd have to dispose of, because he wasn't just going after that noble who'd set you up.

For generations he declared then and there anyone involved (directly or indirectly) in the attempted murder of his wife, would die a shameful and slow death.

[dirtylilspawn]

hi, i recently discovered your account, and now i'm just in love with your fics, i really liked the headcanons about reader manhandling lads boys. Can you do a reverse version? like, if they wanted to take revenge.

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Summary: The lads boys manhandle you right back.

Fandom: Love & Deepspace

Parings: [Rafayel x Fem!Reader, Sylus x Fem!Reader, Caleb x Fem!Reader, Xavier x Fem!Reader, Zayne x Fem!Reader]

A/N: Hi!!! I'm so happy you like my fics especially the manhandling one, I had fun writing it. And it seems like a lot of people love it haha! Pls don't be afraid to ask anything else you want me to write next. Give me some more good inspiration yall, for me to work on lol. Manhandled pt. 1

Warnings: Fluff & humor, some suggestive stuff, cursing, jealousy, drunk reader

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RAFAYEL

You and Rafayel frequently visit the beach whenever you can.

A was special place for the both of you.

It was summer break, a good excuse to once again visit the ocean together. Staying away from the heat, enjoying each other's company, eating great food, and walking along the sandy beach. That was your typical outing with Rafayel. And if you were feeling more adventurous, Rafayel would take you deep diving along the ocean floors. The two of you swimming along the currents, seeing the beauty of every coral reef or fish, and many other sea life.

Right now, your whole body was floating along the calm waters.

Your back and legs carried by the cool ocean, cradling you with ease. Your eyes were connected with the bright blue sky above you; a few small clouds pass by but otherwise it was a clear sky today. You smiled while letting out a chilled sigh.

You came over to Rafayel's place, wanting to use his private beach to relax and have fun. It has been a suffering hot for the last two weeks, and you needed a break. You didn't even ask him, the moment you showed up to his home, you were already in your two-piece swimsuit. A pretty white bikini with pink shell tracings along the edges, strings wrapping around your neck and upper torso, while the bottoms had string bows on the side of your waist. You also wore a pink see-through coverup with sandals. And to top it off, you held a basket filled with sandwiches, drinks, snack, desserts, that the two of you enjoyed.

This was a surprise of course, but a very openly welcomed surprise to Rafayel none-the-less. Seeing you in such a visually pleasing bikini was nothing but perfection in Rafayel's world, plus there was food, so really, he couldn't deny you. If he could, he'd tell you to dress like that all the time, 24/7. The only problem would be the onlookers gawking over your beauty, plus he knew you'd be against it anyways. A man can only dream.

Anyway, your thoughts soon came to a halt as you suddenly wondered to yourself, where the heck was your boyfriend? He was here with you during the early day, bathing in the sun, playing few games, swimming together. But as you look to both your sides seeing empty water, and Rafayel's beach cabana empty. You can't even hear him, and you were starting to get a bit anxious.

The last time you heard his voice before relaxing on top of the ocean, was that he'll be right back. That he was going to get something before returning to you. That was seven minutes ago

You didn't know what he was trying to do or get at, but it shouldn't take that long...right?

"Rafayel!?"

You called out as your body was still floating above the water. You hear nothing, no reply back. The only sounds were the wind blowing through some trees, and the swishing of the ocean underneath you.

"Where is he? He didn't ditch me...did he?"

You bite your lip, eyes staring up at the sky with a narrowed glare. Your throat emitting an annoyed groan as another minute passes on.

"He wouldn't...I bet he's scheming something...I can feel it..."

You quiet yourself to hear anything, anything at all. You didn't know why but you had a gut feeling that something was not up. You heart starts to pick up, making you feel on edge. Another minute of calm silence stresses you out as you shake your head.

"Okay that's it! I'm done waiting around, where the hell-AAH!!"

Before you could even get up and search for Rafayel, a strong hand starts to wrap around your legs, while the other hand made its way to your back. The mysterious person picked up from the water, holding you close. You're still screaming in horror at the sudden action, squirming in this person's arms, wondering how a stranger wandered into Rafayel's beach. But all those screams die down as you see your mischievous boyfriend with that annoying grin of his as he stared down at you. His whole-body drench with water, droplets from his hair landing onto your chest.

Rafayel then leans into your neck with rampant amounts of kisses. You sputter out nonsense as he continues to do this before leaning away to give you a sly wink.

"Hey princess, didn't miss me too much did ya~?"

"R-Rafayel! What! Why! You...jerk!"

Your terror went to confusion, which went to anger as you grabbed at his cheeks. Shaking his head with so much frustration causing the man to yelp himself getting away from your attack.

"Okay okay! I'm sorry, stop shaking me! You don't want me to drop you, do ya?"

You stop shaking him, but your pout still remains of your face as your arms were crossed against your chest.

"Where were you?"

"I wasn't that far away, just down below the reefs to find this."

Rafayel hand that was on your back reveals on your side a beautiful conch seashell. The outside a shiny iridescent silver refection, with the sun's rays, you could see the tiny rainbows reflected around the surface. On the inside material was a light violet color, its smooth base glittering, drops of water tracing the shell as if they were pearls. This was indeed beautiful shell, one that Rafayel motioned for you to take into your hands which you did. Your fingertips trace the patterns of the conch shell; it was the size of your palm.

"Isn't it beautiful, thought I find the most extravagant shell I can find, for the most extravagant woman here.

You didn't say anything, as you could feel your cheeks heat up in embarrassment, feeling a bit silly for worrying so much. Feeling embarrassed how the thought of him being underwater was a possibility. You look away from him, clutching the shell close to your chest.

"...it's pretty..."

Rafayel chuckles leaning in to give you a sweet kiss to your cheek. He starts to walk his way back to the shore.

"I'm sorry for scaring you princess, are you mad at me?"

You sigh, eyes returning to his as you smiled back at him.

"No, just next time bring me with you, I like it when we do things together."

Rafayel kisses your cheeks again, his nose brushing with yours.

"Fully noted. Though, I have to admit, hearing your screams was a lot funnier than I expected, cute even. I might want to hear it again~"

Rafayel stops, the ocean water only encompassing his whole waist. His arms start to get lose around your legs and back. He then teases by swaying you around in his arms, as if he has the nerve to throw you out of his embrace, and into the water harshly. You give him a glare, as you wrapped one arm around his neck securely.

"Don't even try fish boy."

Rafayel could only shiver at your threat, a playful yet nervous grin, as he continues to walk out of the ocean and onto the sandy shore.

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SYLUS

You got into a fight.

No, not a serious fight where tensions rise in one's relationship that causes problems, no. I mean a petty silly fight that started out as a small disagreement, only to result in the both of you - mostly you - giving each other the silent treatment. Honestly you forgotten what the argument as about. Maybe it was about work life, or maybe it was that you had a bad day, whatever it was it made you pretty stubborn to talk to him. Always avoiding him, giving him sarcastic huffs, turning your head upward like some snotty rich girl. Refusing to acknowledge his presence in a very playful yet still mad stubborn kind of way.

He knows this, and he finds it adorable.

How his kitten is refusing any sort of affection due to one silly argument. Playing hard to get as he tries lure you in with apologies and love, while all you do is turn your head the other way. Like a stranger pushing a bowl of milk to a stray cat as it hisses in retaliation. He found it absolutely cute, but the cuteness soon died down into a slight irritation.

"My you sure are a sight for the eyes girly~"

"Aw thank you."

Sylus scoffed watching the sleezy older man compliment you like some common whore for him to take. He could overhear the whole conversation between you and him through an earpiece the two of you shared. And the more that bastard talk to you, the more upset Sylus got.

You were undercover obviously, gathering personal intel from a powerful criminal the frequented this nightclub in the N109 zone. You told Sylus about it in a very brief manner, expecting to go alone on this but the Onychinus leader came along with you. Because he'll be damned if he didn't, and he was right. He knows that this little argument between you and him was just no more than playful banter between you both, there was no actual problem. He knows inside you had already forgiven him, even though you won't admit it. He liked that aspect of your stubbornness, but now he didn't, because now he has to watch another man talk to you while you laugh and smile at his words - not actually - and he can't even get two words in before you turn away.

It bothered him.

And it bothered him even more when he sees this old man start to get fresh. His dirty hands making their way to your exposed thigh. Making his way up your thigh, a goal to get underneath your short red dress. A dress he had bought for you one time, a dress that he can only undress and feel up underneath.

Yeah, he's had enough of this.

Time to put an end to your game.

You on the other hand were trying so hard not to punch the man in the face. Your face twitching in anger but still acting coy and sweet, swatting the old man 's hand playfully off, giggling, but deep down you were seething. You just wanted to go home with Sylus and end this night quickly. Just a little more info, then you can finally go.

Your thoughts were soon interrupted when you can see your intimidating boyfriend waltz right up to the private corner where you and your suspect were sitting. He parted the crowd of dancers with ease, his face stone cold and serious, as his red eyes glowered at the scene in front of him. You cursed inside, as Sylus is now right in front of you. His big body looming over yours as you sat nervously.

"Time to go dove."

It was all he said, you were happy he's here. Happy that he came to get you. But at the same time the stubbornness from before rises, now upset at him for blowing your mission. You sat up hands pushing at his chest gently to make him go back, but the man does not bulge an inch.

"What are yo-"

"Hey, were busy here pal."

The elder man then suddenly gets up; he glares at Sylus while bringing you back close to him. His arm and hand wrapped around your waist, making you cringe not liking being this close to the guy. Before you could even say anything, or push this man away, you saw the familiar dark red and black mist of Sylus evol activating around the old man. He grunts in pain, his whole body capsulated by the powerful evol making his hand come off your waist. It crushed him a bit all before he was suddenly thrown back against the leather couch. He let's out a painful groan, as his body sags pathetically.

You watch this, only to gasp loudly yourself as you had found yourself being picked up by Sylus. Your whole body thrown over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, ass sticking out and your dress ridding up your thighs making you blush heavily.

"Sylus!"

"We're going now."

He simply says before making his way out of the club, parting the shocked crowded of people that witness the embarrassing scene. As if that wasn't enough, Sylus gave your ass a sharp spank to your cheek making you cry out with shock. Your butt wiggling at the stinging - but very pleasurable - slap to your ass. You whine as you cover your face from the lingering eyes, you did this until Sylus makes his way outside the club. His feet stop as he made it to his motorcycle where he had parked it.

"Sylus put me down!"

"I don't think so kitten you're in time out."

"Time out!?"

"Well, until you apologize and say that you won't ignore me. Otherwise, you'll be staying up here for a while~"

Is your boyfriend seriously putting you in air jail until you apologize for ignoring him. You sigh, rubbing your hand on your forehead, cheeks puff out as you try to wiggle out of this. But it was no use, as he held a firm grip on you. His hand running up and down your smooth back thigh, teasing yet comforting. Honestly it felt so much better having his hand on your thigh than that old man's hand. So much better.

"Mmm...sorry..."

"What was that kitten I couldn't hear you."

You can just hear the smirk on his face stretching. It made grumble more, arms crossed as you looked at the ground in defeat.

"I sorry, I won't ignore you anymore...now can you put me down! I'm starting to get dizzy here."

"Seems you have forgotten the magic words that go to that sentence."

You let out a long groan, your body slumping his his hold. You can hear his signature laugh which made you want to just hide away and curl up into a little ball. With man was going to be the death of you with his endless teasing.

"Please put me down."

Sylus lets out a hum of approval before setting you back down on the cement ground. You stumble a bit on your heels before looking up at him flustered. He grins down at you, eyes racking every part of your body making you feel so small. He raises a hand to caress your cheek affectionately. Sylus then leans down to give your lips a brief but passionate kiss on your glossed lips. You close your eyes leaning in gor more. All those times ignoring his advances made you realize just how touched starved you are with this man.

He pulls away, which made you whine - he definitely heard - moving to near towards your ear. Making you shiver feeling his breath against your skin lightly.

"Good girl, now let's get back home so we can make up properly. You kept avoiding me for so long, it's about time I take my well-deserved fill~"

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CALEB

"Hmm...where are you pipsqueak?!"

A goofy smile made it to your face as you hide behind a tree from Caleb. Your back against the wide tree, looking over to see Caleb walking along the glassy fields slowly with a grin stretching his lips. Heart pounding in your chest at the prospect of getting caught by him. You try as much to stifle your own laugher or breaths as he inches closer to where you were.

It was a very bright warm day today, Caleb suggested going out and taking a nice walk around the park meadows nearby. You agreed to this and spent your whole day with Caleb as you walked around the park. Passing by kids who run along the sidewalk or hanged around the jungle gym. Food venders who you defiantly stop by, grabbing something to eat with their delicious food. And couples ranging from your age to elderly ones that sat on benches complimenting you and Caleb and your youth.

It was a very peaceful day.

Once you guys made it to the widespread meadow, you couldn't help but feel a bit playful with him. Before he could even say anything, you start to run away from him, taunting about how he couldn't catch you. Making Caleb grin with amusement and run right after you. The both of you laughing and giggling like little kids. It felt so cliche yet wholesome at the same time running after each other in a field of flowers. It was moments like these that Caleb treasures the most, just having so much fun with you, seeing the look of happiness on your face.

"[Y/N]! You can't hide forever."

You hear Caleb call out, but you didn't respond, as you were still hiding behind the tree you picked out. You slid down the tree into a kneeling crouch, staying as quiet as you could so he couldn't hear. You can hear the faint steps of shoes crunching on the grassy ground come closer and closer. Your heart pounding heavily inside your chest, until suddenly you couldn't hear his footsteps anymore.

You wait a few moments and still you couldn't hear Caleb, nor did he call out again. It was silent, too silent.

You got up from crouching and turn yourself around to look around the tree, seeing no trace of where Caleb was. This caused your heart to skip in fear. You curse inside your head before backing away, knowing Caleb probably would jump out and likely find where you are. You had to get out of there quickly.

And so you do back away.

Right into Calebs chest.

His lips right next your ear, with and evil smirk stretching across his lips.

"Gotcha~"

"Aah!"

Before you know it, his hands grappled your waist, immediately going into a full-on tickle fight. His fingers digging into your sides, tickling you with no mercy whatsoever. You laugh, tears pricking your eyes as you try to move away from his assault. But no, this boy had an iron hold on you.

"Caleb! Haha...w-wait nooo~!"

"After running from me, this is your punishment pipsqueak~"

You whine and moan trying to find a way to get out of this situation. It wasn't until you both found yourself on the ground where you had found an opportunity. His body towered over yours as he stops tickling you for a moment, watching as you trying to catch your breath. The moment you do was the moment you striked, as your hands were placed upon his shoulders. Pushing him over onto the grass with you straddling his waist.

"Ha! Take that!"

Caleb laughs grinning with playful mischief.

"The games not over yet babe!"

His hands are on your waist again as he then tackles you back down, rolling you onto the grass while he was right above you again. Your shock face turns into determination, taking that as a challenge. You roll over him again to pin him down, and he does the same. The both of you laughing about as the two of your rolled along the meadow, trying to pin one another.

It wasn't until Calbe gets dizzy that he stops this. Forcefully manhandling you down with much ease. His hands now pinning your wrists above your head. He pants heavily, looking down at you with his own victorious smile; his looming presence shadows your own body. You try to wiggle away with no avail, Caleb having too much of a hold on you. No match for his ridiculous amount of strength.

"Give up?"

You grunt before letting out a long sigh, head dropping on ground hair messy as well as your clothes. It was a simple pair of jean shorts and [F/C] shirt. He was messy as well, you can see a few grass strands cling to his body, shirt, and pants. A few specks of dirt here and there. His hair was messy, his dog tag necklace dangling above you. You can feel your cheeks heat up, defeated and embarrassed.

You grumble to yourself, looking away from his lingering gaze which made him chuckle. Thinking just how cute you were pinned beneath him, it made his heart flutter.

"Fine, I give up.

Caleb hums, "Good."

He leans down to kiss your lips making your eyes widen but lean into the kiss anyway. He pulls away only to cover your entire face with kisses, causing you to giggle from his cute actions. He continues to do this, even going down to your neck which made you chuckle even more.

Caleb then sighs blissfully in between you neck and shoulder.

He stops and let's go of your wrists, only for him to put his full body weight on top of you. His head laying on your chest nuzzling you, his eyes closed as he basks in this moment the two of you shared.

"Agh, Caleb your heavy...get off~"

"Hmm...nah, let's stay like this for a little while more..."

He says this holding you close like you were so teddy bear. You sigh as you look up at the clear blue sky, feeling the cool wind on your face making you feel a bit drowsy yourself. Your hands wrapped around his head, hands threading through his dark brown locks. Nails scratching his scalp making him groan, burring his head more into your chest.

Everything felt so peaceful and calm in that very moment.

That is until something shifts and prods against your mid-thigh.

"Uh...Caleb?"

"Sorry squeaks, you can't really blame me here."

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XAVIER

He got a call from Tara.

Saying something about helping her with you in the mix of things, it sounded urgent. So of course, Xavier immediately got up to go over to where you were. You told Xavier that you were going out with Tara and Simone for a girl's night out. Just a simple date with the crew, drinking and some karaoke. He smiles to this, saying to be careful and have fun, giving you a kiss as he watched you head out.

And now he watches as you were singing your heart out to some random song, standing on top of a table, microphone in hand, as you slur the lyrics to the song badly. He watched this drunk you in action with amusement but worry. Tara was also there watching the hilarious scene, but she was sat next to Simone who was also heavily drunk, cheering you on with slurred "Whoos", her eyes barely open. Tara was holding her up as she was slumped against the couch, trying to get her to drink water.

"It's been like this for an hour; can you take care of [Y/N]. I have to get Simone back to her place; it's a bit far."

Xavier nods his head, "Yeah, I'll take care of her. You go on ahead."

Tara nods and she gets up bring Simone on her feet. She wobbles and whines about how she wants to stay more, but Tara declines that. She had already called a taxi to come pick them up. Both exit the room, leaving just you and Xavier. You didn't even know Xavier was in the room, to focused on the song at hand.

That was until Xavier grabbed the remote and paused the karaoke game on the tv, the room now silent, making you groan and turn to him. There was a pout on your face, but it soon turned to a goofy smile as you saw your boyfriend was here.

"Xaaavier, your here!"

You lifted up your arms joyfully making Xavier chuckle.

"[Y/N] what are you doing?"

You laugh.

"I'm singing obviously, duuh, c-come on up...and sing with meee~"

You start to dance on top of the table, making it wobble. And Xavier catches this, worried about your well-being.

"I think you done enough singing for today angel, how about we go home."

You turn to him with a sad pout.

"What? Nooo...the night is young just one more song pleeeease~"

"You're drunk [Y/N], you have to come home."

Your head shakes, as you crossed your arms like a child.

"How dare you good sir, I'm not drunk...can a drunk person dance like this!"

You then dance terribly on top of the table, limbs moving carelessly in the air, your skirt flowing with every movement of your hips. Xavier sees this and shakes his head with a laugh exiting his lips. He found this adorable; you completely wasted dancing like nobody watching. It almost made him wish he had his phone to record this silly moment of you.

But his amusement turned into worry as he saw the table wobbling again, this time more frequently.

"[Y/N], how about we get down-"

"No way party pooper, I'm not fini-"

The table buckled violently underneath you, causing you to stumble and fall. The microphone in your hand falling out and onto the floor with a loud thud. You gasp, heart pounding in your chest as you felt the scary sensation of falling. But Xavier being the quick person he is caught you just in time. His arms wrapped around your waist securely, as you had wrapped your arms around his neck. Xavier made your legs wrap around his waist, his hands holding your thighs so you wouldn't go anywhere. Your body was shaking from the frightening fall, sobering you up just a bit.

"Uhm...you know what...your right...I should probably get home...yeah."

You said as you try to calm your frantic heart, clinging onto Xavier like a life preserver. You can hear him chuckle at your words in your ear, his hand rubbing your back soothingly. He doesn't say anything but walk over to grab an un-open bottled water for you and your purse. His one hand still carrying you with no struggle. You can feel your heats heat up in embarrassment, as you and Xavier walked out of the karaoke room. A few passersby's watching confused at the situation.

You moan, hiding your face in his neck, you can feel the chill air of the night as Xavier walks out the building.

"Here, drink."

Xavier orders you to drink the water, presenting it to you. You grab the bottle, unscrewing the cap before taking a nice swig of water down your throat. One hand was wrapped around his neck while the other clutched the bottle, groaning at the cool refreshing water. Xavier continued to walk down the sidewalk, his hands clutching underneath your thighs that still was wrapped around his waist. You stop drinking the water when done, the liquid reaching the bottom of the bottle, as it was almost finished. You let out a long sigh, resting your head on Xavier's shoulder.

"Feeling a bit better?"

"Mhm..."

You mumbled with a yawn. There was silence between you two as Xavier continued to walk with you still in his arms. You can still feel the embarrassment still lingering in your cheeks. Your boyfriend seeing your dance ridiculously while also carrying you like a child. You can see a few more people walk along the sidewalk seeing this embarrassing situation you've gotten yourself in. You wiggle in Xavier's tight grasp he has on you. His manhandling on you getting to your head, but he doesn't care as he holds on to you tightly not wanting to let you go.

"Y-You know you can set me down now, I can walk."

Xavier smiles shaking his head. He leans into your neck giving you sweet butterfly kisses all before he nips at your neck with his teeth. Causing you to gasp and whine more, face hotter than before.

"No, I think I'll hold you till we get back. Who knows what will happen if I let you go. You might just climb up one of these lamp posts and start dancing~"

"Xaaavier.."

Yeah, you had a feeling he'd hold this over you for a while.

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ZAYNE

"Are you going to wear those?"

That's the question Zayne asked you firsthand. Seeing you place on a pair of nice heels on. Heels that were a little higher than the normal pair of heels you would usually wear to a formal event. The two of you were going out to a fancy gathering with some of Zayne's collogues. There was a plus one, and Zayne asked if you had wanted to accompany him to which you had said yes. Knowing that he finds you company to these certain event barrable then if he had gone alone.

You looked up at him with a coy smile stretched across your lips. You hand leaving your feet as you just finished placing the second heel on your right foot. You stand up giving him a good spin around, showcasing your beautiful outfit to him. A long silver dress, your hair up in a tight bun, earrings, a necklace, and those high heels.

"What? The heels? You don't like them?"

Zayne doesn't say anything, only starting down at the shiny silver heels you wore. He adjusts his tie on his tux, as his body was facing a bedroom mirror.

"They're a bit higher than what you normally wear my love."

You get what he was saying to you, that these heels were too much. How he was worried you'd be too uncomfortable all throughout the evening wearing them. Getting yourself hurt making it unbearable to walk. But you were too confident and stubborn, thinking nothing of it when putting on these heels. You looked too good in your outfit, and these heels topped it off, you figured you could handle them.

"Yeah, but I can handle them perfectly see."

You walked like a model on a runway, showing him how you were comfortable with these heels on your feet. You then turn to him with a playful smirk, a hand on your hips.

"See, easy no need to worry I'm fine."

Zayne cocks a brow up as he looks at you for a moment, as if scanning your expressions. He then sighs rolling his eyes back over to the mirror he was facing, checking out his appearance for the final time.

"Alright then, don't come complaining to me when your feet are in agony."

You puff your cheeks at him, sticking your tongue out playfully.

"Oh please! I'm stronger than I look, I bet I can even last the whole night!"

Zayne lets out a small huff of a laugh, while shaking his head, a small but all-knowing grin curling the corner of his lips.

"I know you're strong honey, c'mon it's about time we head out."

And that's where are story leads us, to you sitting on an expensive couch in a private room with Zayne. Your legs and feet propped up on Zayne's lap as his rough hands massaged the soles of your feet. His suit jacket was off, as the sleeves of his black dress blazer was rolled up to his elbows showing his scars. You were dramatically laying back against the couch's armrest, letting out pitiful groans and whines. Your head was tilt back to the decorative ceiling; the feeling of Zayne's hands massage you making you sigh with relief.

Thirty minutes.

Once you reached the thirty-minute mark of wearing those heels, began the intense pain that came after it. You tried your best to stifle the pain away, tried to grin your best smile while taking to many of Zanye's collogues. But the searing pain of those damn heels digging into your skin, making your feet sore with every second. The constant ache with every step you took. Hell, you even stumbled a bit which made people question if you're okay which was embarrassing. It wasn't until you actually stumble and fall into you boyfriend's arms that you knew you were done.

Here was your boyfriend, guiding you to a private room away from the massive party of onlookers. Guiding you gently to the couch so you can sit. He doesn't say anything, he doesn't need to say anything because you already know what's going through his mind.

"I guessing this is the part where you say I told you so."

Zayne chuckles at your pouty tone. Even with your disgruntled appearance he still finds you absolutely gorgeous. One of his hands ran up and down your legs, your dress ridding up a bit, as his hands made contact with your thigh causing you to shiver. He gives you thigh a good squeeze before lifting your right foot up, making you quirk an eyebrow at him. But it soon went away when his lips pressed a chaste kiss against your ankle. Giving you a good number of kisses till he reached about twelve.

"I wouldn't stoop to such lows my beloved."

He speaks sending a painfully blissful pressure point to your bottom foot causing you to whimper. God, when it came to massages, he was so great at them, always manhandling your body, subduing you into a messy puddle.

"But I will say next time please don't compromise your own health just because of some fashionable clothes, okay?"

You look up at him, seeing his gentle expression towards you. Your heart flickers, giving him small smile back.

"Okay...sorry for cutting the party short."

"No apologies needed, I wasn't really focused on it anyway...now-"

Zayne had placed your legs and feet aside before standing up from the couch. He then gets his suit jacket and places it along your shoulders. He gets your heels in one hand, before wrapping his left arm around you to pick you up. You gasp in shock, wrapping your arms around your neck as he picks you up, one hand with ease. He gives you a smirk, making your cheeks flush and stomach twist.

"-Let's get you back home so I can take care of you."

"B-But wait! What about the others? Seeing me like this in your arms?"

Zayne only walks back to the door that led you to the private room, his right hand the held your heels operating to twist the door handle.

"I'll just say I'm tending to my dear patient who's in need of my assistance~"

And that's exactly what he said, though a big portion of embarrassment still resided inside you as you were carried away. All because a pair of some stupid heels.

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[elfwreck]

OpSec is important. Know who your friends are, and be suspicious of people who don't fit the patterns.

This is part of why why counterculture movements often have different names than people's wallet names.

It's much, much harder for them to track down your friends if your friends are Treefrog, Dave-O, Moonshine, Hawk, Specks, and Yo-Yo. (Dave-O might be trackable - if his name is actually Dave - but there are a LOT of Daves. And if Dave-O's legal name is Tom or Linda, they've got nothing to start with.)

In addition to the plan of "it's ALWAYS shut-the-fuck-up Friday," if they've overheard casual conversations, it's harder for them to act against an obvious nickname. They CAN get a subpoena for "John or Jane Doe, alias Treefrog," but that doesn't tell them where Treefrog works or lives. They can't look up "alias Treefrog" in the DMV records.

You should know that you have the option of resisting or running, but sometimes you're going to look at those and say "the person relying on me (child, sibling, grandparent, etc.) would literally die if I got locked up or skipped town."

Resistance is better, not just for the community, but for yourself - because as noted, while they give you immunity for what you say, if someone else gives them the same info, they can come after you for that.

If the cops are saying "hey, these people are not your friends; they won't protect you; why are you protecting them" - you're not. You're protecting yourself, and your sense of integrity, and you are not supporting cops, because whether or not "those people" are your friends, cops are definitely your enemy.

If you have to comply -

Lying is a big crime, and if they're asking you, they're probably asking other people. You have no way of knowing how verifiable anything you say is. Trying to lie to protect your friends is a bad idea.

Not knowing is not a crime. STFU-Friday doesn't just apply to you; don't ask people for details you don't need. "How were people going to get to the protest?" "I think Treefrog's friend Mouse was going to give some of them a ride" is one answer, but even better is "I dunno; I was gonna take the bus. How other people were gonna get there wasn't my problem." (But: better is just plain "I don't know." Don't volunteer info, even to clarify what you don't know.)

Grand Juries are skilled at getting coherent info out of incoherent, scatterbrained people - obfuscation through random barrage of irrelevant details is not likely to work. (Or rather, someone on the grand jury is likely to be able to see through that. And deliberately obstructing things, if they notice you doing it, is also a crime.)

They're often not looking for crime details; they're trying to understand the shape of the community. Who's the spearhead people; who makes decisions and who just tags along; where do people hang out and meet new people who want to participate; who comes up with the cool ideas; who's always a little over-the-top and nobody listens to that guy. Who is the emotional support person for the group. Whose houses do they think are safe and friendly. ...Who's struggling in school; who's desperate for a job; who's going through a weird breakup and worried about the future. Who lives on gov't support - Social security, disability, food stamps, etc.

If you're answering anything, only answer the exact question given, and do not elaborate. If you don't know an exact answer ("What time did Dave-O arrive?") - say "I don't know" or "I don't remember," not "maybe 5 or 6, sometime before dark." (Remember: If you say he showed up at 5 or 6, and later records say he showed up at 4:30, you have lied. Lying is a crime.)

The whole process is designed to confuse and intimidate you. Learn as much as you can about it in advance to mitigate that.

[keirareidss]

taste - s.r

♡ summary: spencer can't get enough of the way you taste pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader warnings: 18+ MDNI, munch spencer, no plot just smut wc: 1.1k request here

"Long day, baby?" Spencer hums into your neck where he's sprawled across you on the couch. You'd been laying down watching tv when he came home, trudging over to the living room and flopping on top of you. It was his favorite way to end his days, curled up in your arms, breathing in your scent, feeling you press soft kisses to his head every so often. "Was work okay?" "Mhm." He hums again, squeezing tighter around your middle.

"Do you want to tell me about it?" You ask, chuckling a little at his nonverbal state. It wasn't completely out of the ordinary, usually after a long day he'd be quieter than normal, preferring to let your soothing voice ease him rather than waste more of his energy rambling. But he'd still engage in conversation if it came up. This was different. He hummed again, declining your offer. "Honey..." You drawl in a teasing tone. "Something going on?" You ask. You were only half genuine. If something really was going on, you wanted to know, but if not, you couldn't resist poking at your adorable boyfriend just a little bit.

"No." Wow, his first real answer of the night.

"No?" You parrot, wanting to pull more out of him. He shakes his head against you, shifting on top of you and you feel something. Something poking your thigh. "Spence... are you hard?" You asked bluntly. When it came to Spencer, you had to be blunt. You could feel him bury further into you, his face warm against your neck, making you chuckle. "Come on, baby, you know you can tell me when you want me." You teased.

"I like it when you call me that." He mumbled.

"What, baby?"

"Yeah." You reach up to brush a hand through his hair. You feel him press a soft kiss to your neck, then another, and another, until his is sucking the small pact of skin between his teeth and biting. You gasp at the sensation and he soothes your neck with a few kitten licks of his tongue. His kisses move lower and he's tugging at your shirt. You oblige with a grin, pulling the shirt slightly over your head and tossing it across the room. He kisses over the skin of your breasts, sucking hickeys into places he seems fit for them before moving to nip at the lace of your bra. "Take it off." He murmurs.

"What's the magic word?" He groans, hiding his face in your chest.

"Please." He says but it's muffled by your skin.

"What was that?" He lifts his head just enough for you to be able to hear him.

"Please." You grinned, raising your torso up enough so you can reach back, undoing your bra. You let Spencer peel it off you and he drops it on the ground, immediately latching his lips onto your nipples. You moan softly as he licks and suckles and you feel his hips start to gently grind against your thigh. You moaned his name, your back arching, pushing your chest closer to his face. His other hand moves up to grope and squeeze your other breast. He feels the ache in his core grow as his cock becomes harder. He pulls his mouth off of your breast, looking up at you with glassy eyes. "I wanna taste you." He whimpers. You nod and he starts moving down your body, kissing every bit of skin he can reach, his lips skimming along your skin as he pulls your pajama pants off. He kisses the skin right above the waistband of your panties before looking up at you again. "Can I?"

"Y-yeah." You find yourself suddenly breathless. He strips your underwear down your legs before tossing it behind him. You feel the urge to laugh when you see it land on the lamp. The urge leaves you as soon as Spencer's lips are on you again, diving into your cunt like a starved man. Granted, he had taken a moment to admire your slick but you hadn't noticed. He lapped at your juices, licking up every drop of you, but the sensation only made you produce more. An unending cycle. You moaned and squirmed underneath him, back arching. You almost didn't notice what Spencer was doing, grinding his hips again, against the couch cushion this time, his body instinctively trying to get himself off while his mind was focused on your pleasure.

"'tastes so good." He hummed against your clit, the vibrations of his voice sending chills up your body. His tongue slipped inside you, making you gasp out a loud moan, reaching down to grab his hair tightly in your fist. Spencer whined at that, continuing with more fervor.

"Fuck, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum, Spence." He didn't say anything, just continued his movements against your cunt, dripping with his saliva and your juices. When you came, Spencer lapped it all up with the same small kitten licks he was placing on your neck earlier. You squirmed at the overstimulation, expecting him to pull away, give you space to breathe but he didn't. He kept going, kept devouring you as you gripped his hair tighter. "Ngh, god- fuck I can't- I can't take it, baby, please." You whined.

"One more." Spencer's arm wrapped around your thigh, pulling it open more to get deeper into you. His hips hadn't stopped moving but you were sure they weren't moving fast enough to get him off. You let your head fall back, chest heaving as Spencer brought you to the edge once again. You warned him through a whimper before coming all over his face for the second time. He backed off this time, after thoroughly cleaning your core until it was only slick with his spit.

"Holy shit." You gasped out, catching your breath. Spencer climbed back up your body again, pressing a kiss to your parted lips.

"Okay?" Spencer checks on you in a quiet murmur.

"Mhm. More than okay, baby." You hummed, reaching up to brush his hair behind his ear.

"Your turn." You grinned up at him, your hand sliding down his body to cup his bulge. You two had a long night ahead of you.

[mysunshinetemptress]

ENEMY COLOURS

Leah Williamson x Manchester United!reader

Warnings:if I tell u it spoils it, but it’s an imagine, nothings real.

Leah’s a Gooner through and through, Arsenals the team she’s adored since she was a kid, it’s a well known fact.

But she's engaged to you, a red, a red devil from Stretford.

Like Leah you've had a season ticket since you where a kid, hail, rain or shine you where there, chanting along with your dad and grandad while dreaming of one day playing at Old Trafford.

And like how Leah pursuses the same dream and makes it so do you.

Leah wears six, centre back for Arsenal, you wear ten a midfielder for United.

Like Leah the dream was the club the reality was so much better, you both played for club and country.

Leah rotated between the number five and six, Captain, You number seven, player.

So the weeks you get to spend together are few and far between often made up of England camps, and sometimes bye weeks, they are rare but they happen and for the first time in ages yours and Leah's matches up.

For the first time in weeks Leah's in Manchester, you're together.

Bye weeks sadly don't mean you have a full week off, you still have media to attend to which means you've had to leave Leah at home, asleep unaware of your absnces.

You haven't been gone for hours, maybe two at a push but with the knowledge of your fiance at home in your apartment you're itching to leave, so as soon as you're dismissed you're gone, racing home to your girl.

But you don't expect the sight that greats you as you walk into the kitchen.

Leah's stood her back to you, hair messily tied back humming as she makes a cup of tea, but its the top shes wearing that causes you to freeze, the jersey shes wearing, it's yours, not the one with your name on the back, not one of your engalnd jerseys but your United jersey, your vintage united jersey, your Eric Cantona jersey.

Leah's wearing a manchester United jersey and you can't believe it, you rub your eyes, pinch your arm and tug your hair to ensure you're not dreaming.

"What are you doing." Leah jumps her spoon clanging on the counter as she spins, "Y/n you scared me." You just blink at her "What are you doing." Leah looks at you confused "Making tea, do you want one?" You shake your head "Alright then." Leah turns back to her tea as you walk around the kitchen towards her.

Leah jerks her head back as your hand moves to her forehead, "Y/n what are you doing." You don't answer to busy studying her face for any signs that she feels ill, "Le, do you feel alright." Leah just looks at you like you've grown an extra head "I think i should be asking you that." You stare back at her "Me, you're the one in my United Jersey."

Leah freezes then looking down at the red jersey "Eh." you expect her to say she threw it on by mistake, that she picked the first thing she could find, that the room was dark, but she doesn't, instead her face goes red, "It's yours." Thats her excuse, really you think. "Well then why didn't you put on one with my name on it." Leahs cheeks are now matching the colour of the jersey she's wearing.

"It's just... comfortable," Leah mumbled, avoiding your gaze as she finally stirred her tea. The redness in her cheeks hadn't faded, and you could see the tips of her ears were also flushed. Comfortable? Your vintage Cantona jersey? It was probably three sizes too big for her!

You leaned against the counter, arms crossed, a playful smirk starting to tug at the corner of your lips. "Comfortable, huh? More comfortable than your own Arsenal kit?"

Leah finally looked up, a flicker of defiance in her eyes. "Well, yeah. Yours is... softer." She fiddled with the hem of the jersey, the fabric swallowing her frame.

"So soft that you decided to represent the enemy in it?" You raised an eyebrow, enjoying her discomfort.

She huffed, taking a sip of her tea. "It's not representing anyone. It's just a shirt."

"A very specific shirt," you countered, pushing off the counter and taking a step closer. "My vintage number seven shirt. The one I practically lived in as a teenager."

Leah’s gaze softened slightly as she looked down at the jersey again. "Yeah, well..." she trailed off, a small, almost shy smile playing on her lips.

Intrigued, you closed the remaining distance between you. "Well, what?"

She finally met your eyes, and the playful defensiveness melted away, replaced by a warmth that made your heart do a little flutter. "Well... it smells like you."

A wave of tenderness washed over you. Of course. Of course, it did. It was the scent of home, the scent of you. The jersey wasn't just a piece of fabric; it was a connection to you when you weren't there.

"So, you missed me?" You asked softly, reaching out to gently tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear.

Her blush deepened, but she didn't deny it. "Maybe a little." She took another sip of her tea, her eyes still locked on yours.

You chuckled, the tension in the room completely dissipating. "Only a little? After weeks apart, all you can muster is 'maybe a little'?"

Leah placed her mug down on the counter and stepped closer, wrapping her arms around your waist. The oversized jersey bunched up slightly in your embrace. "Okay, maybe a lot," she admitted, you laugh "I'm never going to live this down am I ?"Leah asks her head resting on your shoulder. "Not a chance."

Leah pushes off you picking up her tea and moving towards the sitting room "Coming." you nod picking up your phone "Yeah love."

Leah settles down on the couch her arm rasing for you to fit under, freezing as her phone buzzes with a notification from the family group chat.

Suddenly, Leah stiffens beside you. Her eyes are glued to her phone screen. "Y/nnnn." She wines as she stares at the photo and the many text bubbles appearing on the chat, you laugh the photo of her in your jersey staring back at you.

"Oh god my mums typing."

[lordofmydestiny]

This is something I genuinely think so much about when it comes to the show

It wants to say now that things are different that it was always meant to be that way but it doesn't change the 'lesson' those episodes were trying to teach, especially when they were written in an episodic format.

Chloe is the biggest example of this, if the show was always going to give her a damnation arc, what's with all of her episodes in S2 giving the opposite message?

But I actually wanna talk about it in terms of Adrien because of how it's so telling.

In Glaciator, despite Ladybug giving him a very firm "No, I do not have feelings for you." Chat Noir, and by extension Adrien does not take this rejection AT ALL.

Instead when he goes to get ice cream, Andre tells him to hold onto those feelings because it's 'true' and that 'true love wins in the end.'

And I bring this up to say, they have used that to justify what is at worst, sexual harassment.

Like when Chat tries to steal a kiss from Ladybug twice in Prime Queen alongside that episode just bombarding us with snippets going "SEE THEY'RE MADE FOR EACH OTHER" and Chat going along with this and egging Nadia on because Ladybug's feelings don't matter because they're the destined couple and all that crap. Or the time that Chat was being incredibly passive aggressive in Frozer to the point Ladybug has to remind him that she rejected him. This was a problem since the very start of the show, remember in Copycat he was so jealous he lied to a guy saying he and Ladybug were a thing and yet Ladybug was the one who had to apologize because she didn't make it to the statue unveiling?

Yet suddenly in S4 and especially S5 (forgive me, I have not properly rewatched those seasons because I want to take my own notes on it) they suddenly spin it around and say oh that was TOTALLY bad, that we totally did not intentionally write Chat Noir to be that way and more important frame it as the correct way to take it. Because Chat is always so sad when he's rejected, he got so sad his deadbeat dad noticed, look how sad he is! Meanwhile no thought is given to Ladybug regarding all this and in fact she's portrayed as the unreasonably upset woman because she doesn't like that people are forcing her together with a man who cannot take no for an answer.

Chat Noir had been sexually harassing Ladybug for three seasons, but only NOW, NOW is it portrayed as a 'bad thing.'

The thing about writing is that it evolves as we evolve, and when we become different people and grow, so does our writing. But in MLB's case, it doesn't feel like the writers look back and saw "Ok we kinda messed this up, let's do something with it." but rather just brush it all under the rug and say "It was always a problem IDK why you act like it wasn't." (This is especially in terms of Chloe, even though I don't think any of her 'redemption arc' episodes are good you can't just point at the end of Despair Bear when Adrien says "She'll never change" when she goes back to being nasty to people and say it was always planned out when that was treated as a joke, but I just think it's the worst with Chat because of how they refuse to acknowledge how genuinely awful that is for Ladybug and how they portrayed her as the 'angry emotional woman')

I do appreciate how the writers acknowledge it was bad in S5, but it doesn't erase all the damage it causes in a show geared towards girls telling them basically it's ok if a guy treats them this way because it just means he likes you.

The show has a massive "Show don't tell" problem where they will tell us one thing but show another thing entirely.

For example, did you know Adrien is also a victim of lowkey sexual harassment?

But before S4, they'll act like Adrien is such good friends with Chloe but.... we never see that. Chloe is always invading his personal space to the point that it was in the opening of the show.

This is actually something they have against Chloe, the fact she was NEVER shown to be a good friend to Adrien, is always handsy and acting entitled to him, but they NEVER use that because they never saw it as a creepy behavior. (Which I think is the reason Chat is always harassing Ladybug, and Marinette being a creep is peak comedy to them) instead when Adrien confronts her in S4 it's about how she treats everyone else, and not him.

The point I'm trying to make is, these writers very very clearly have these certain views, and no matter how much thought they put into the show, those views ALWAYS seep through and quite frankly it's the biggest problem with the show because the more you dig under this the more problematic things you find.

I keep seeing people try to convince themselves that the ending of S5 was written to be eerie on purpose, that we're not supposed to think Gabriel is a hero, and that the writers will totally rip the rug out from underneath everyone, but "happy" endings that are actually a total horror show are a staple of Miraculous.

In The Bubbler, Marinette lets Gabriel take credit for a gift she made because, even though holding onto false hope is Adrien's fatal flaw.

In Darkblade, Tikki encourages Marinette to pile more on her plate than she can realistically deal with, because "if you want something, you have to try to make it work".

In Queen Wasp, Marinette encourages Chloé to bond with her mother, even though looking up to that trash fire of a woman is why Chloé is the way she is in the first place.

I could go on and on.

None of these things were ever framed as the wrong thing to do, and even if the writers were planning for that, the show has been on for almost a decade. A kid who was in the target audience for this show when these episodes came out will be old enough to drive by the time the writers finally get to this supposed payoff.

We have five seasons of precedent for this, not to mention the writers' own commentary on the finale.

[fandoms--fluff]

Hideout

Wife reader x Bucky Barnes

Summary: your husband and a bunch of strangers show up at your house in the middle of the night.

Warnings: John walker, swearing

A/n: The car they have is a mini van instead of the van they had in the movie, so with actual seats and that stuff - so minor change, that's all.

^the car seating plan

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"Where are we going?" Ava asks, being the third person in the last ten minutes to ask Bucky this. "We'll be there shortly" He grounds out, the same response he's given the last two times.

John is about to say something but is quickly stopped by the glare wielded his way from Yelena. From the past three days of knowing him, she's gotten used to knowing that whenever he opens his mouth, something stupid comes out. Every. Time. And every time, it looks like Bucky is that much closer to pummeling him.

Another fifteen minutes later and Bucky pulls the van into a dirt road leading away from any civilization. Ava and Yelena look out the rear window as the main road is getting further and further away.

The two women glance at each other in concern of where they're heading and how Bucky isn't telling them anything about it. "This seems more like a kidnapping than staying under the radar" Ava finally says when Bucky continues driving deeper into the forest.

"I'm sure the winter soldier knows where we're going and what he's doing. We're fine." Alexei says with a hefty laugh as he's watching from the window beside him.

Bucky meanwhile lets out an aggravated sigh to himself, but he doesn't say anything since in just mere minutes, they'll arrive at the location. The location of which feels like he hasn't been to in way too long for his liking.

And that location is a cabin. A cabin that Tony had set up for his wife during the blip so she wouldn't have to put on any kind of act by being around others all the time. That woman just so happened yo be you, Y/n Barnes.

You're an ex. shield agent that helped Steve with finding Bucky after the events of Pierce and Hydra still being active, as well as the whole project insight fail. Bucky and you caught feelings for each other after some time of finding him again and through the events of the team splitting up and fighting against Thanos, both times. After the second time and all the tragedy, you guys decided to get married. Not that it didn't come with hardships, like the whole therapy thing and having to forgive himself and make amends, and the flagsmashers. But all in all, you love each other.

Which is how you find your eyebrows furrowing as you hear a rusty sound of a car driving along the path towards the cabin. That wasn't normal. Your husband always comes home on his bike, only a car a few times, but those times he alerted you. This time though, you got no communication from him that says not to worry.

So, you immediately turn the light off in the living room and grab your gun from the holster on your thigh. Yes, you may be alone out here, but it doesn't mean danger can't find you. Plus, this is what you were trained for.

You silently move through the pitch black house, the only light coming from the headlights of the car illuminating the halls from through the windows. Sticking to the shadows, you make your way outside through a hidden door at the side of the house.

The gun with your finger on the trigger is held firmly down to your right side as you trek silently to the corner to get a glimpse at who's in the car.

"What is this place?" Yelena asks when Bucky turns off the ignition and pulls the keys out. Instead of answering, Bucky just gets out of the car and puts his hands up after closing the door.

"I know you're there. It's me." He calls out to, appearance wise, no one. This makes everyone still in the van look at each other with confused gazes before unbuckling their seatbelts and getting out of the mini van as well. Except for Yelena right away, she stays to wake Bob up. He had nodded off an hour ago in the drive, his head rested against the small window to his left.

You come out of your hiding spot behind the corner of the house with your gun held in front of you, your legs spread in a fighting stance. That is until it's confirmed that it's in fact your husband and no trick.

Paying no mind to the other people coming out of the car, you holster your gun and go over to him. Bucky quickly wraps his arms around you and holds you close to him. He rests his head on your shoulder as he breathes in the light scent of your shampoo that's still lingering from the shower you took this morning.

As Yelena and Bob emerge from the beat up mini van, you and bucky pull apart from one another to face the group of them who are now acting as though they weren't just watching what happened.

You scan over everyone and the last person, your face twists in something someone can only call as disgust. John Walker. "Hey, Y/n, long time no see?" The man at least has the decency to be weary and nervous, scratching the back of his neck. "Could be longer" You say sharply before taking your eyes off him, and just stare at the group as a whole instead.

"Wait, who is this?" Yelena is the one to speak up. "This is Y/n. My wife." Bucky smiles softly, the most genuine look on his face they've seen on him as he looks at you.

"You have a wife?" Several versions of this questions rise from the group, but get off from a glare he sends their way.

"Hey. Nice to meet you guys, I guess" You look back up at your husband before to them again. "Who are you exactly and why do you look like you just went ten rounds with a tornado?" You ask with a raised eyebrow as you take in how disheveled they all look.

"It's best we explain inside." Bucky says. You let out a puff of air before nodding after a moment and taking a key out of your boot. You head to the front door and unlock it, your husband by your side as the rest of them follow inside.

You turn the lights on as Bucky closes and locks the door and enacts the security system that runs through the house and property. "This way" You say and lead them to the living room. As they take a seat, all basically bursting with confusion still, you go over to your husband.

"Why the hell didn't you tell me you were coming, Buck!?" You exclaim in a hushed whisper. "I didn't have any way of communicating you. And I was a little pre-occupied" He glances at the people in the next room over. "I was worried about you" you finally say. "I didn't know what was happening. All I knew was how you bailed on your congressman meetings and had apparently gone rogue."

"I know, and I'm so sorry, darling. But I promise, I'm alright, and we'll tell you everything that happened" Bucky says and presses a kiss to your lips. You melt into it for a second before remembering about the occupants in the next room over.

"Come on, mind as well get this over with." He says quietly into your ear and wraps your hand in his. He leads you to the living room and to in front of the fireplace to face everyone.

"Alright, this is Alexei, Ava, Yelena, and Bob." Bucky introduces them to you. "And him as well," he quickly nods over to John, not wanting to draw too much of your attention to the man that you loath. And boy, does Bucky understand, but nows not the time.

Yelena does a little awkward wave. "Alright. Would someone like to inform me what the hell exactly happened?" You cross your arms and lean against the fireplace mantle.

They all glance at each other before Yelena sighs and sits up straighter, starting to summarize everything that happened to them up to when Bucky met them and blew up Alexie's limo. At that you look at your husband with a raised brow before Yelena continues, the others popping in at times as well.

Once everyone was finished explaining the events leading up to them arriving here, you pinch the bridge of your nose and quietly groan. "Valentina? As in the same woman from three years ago, is behind this whole thing?"

You get multiple nods and 'yeah's from the group. "Wonderful. Well, next time you plan to see her, bring me with. I have a thing or two to say...or do" the ex spy in you is coming out.

"Does he usually fall asleep like that" you're attention is drawn to Bob who is asleep with his head resting on the back couch cushioning. "Uh, he's been through a lot." Ava says.

"Okay, yeah," you sigh, "Well, down the hall are some bedrooms. You guys look like you need to clean up and some sleep yourselves." You point down the hall to your right.

"Thank you" Yelena nods, the rest of them saying thanks as well before standing and going down the hall. Though John goes over to lift Bob. "Don't bother, he can stay in the couch, he seems peaceful" you tell him, trying to fight off the growl even though technically the man was doing something sweet (ish).

He relents and nods, not wanting to get into a fight with you at this time, knowing he won't win. You go over to the younger man and have him lay down more comfortably on the couch with a pillow, as well as draping one of the throw blankets over him.

"Though if you break anything, I will personally come after you" you call down the hallway before going upstairs to your bedroom with Bucky.

"You're very authoritative. It's good, they actually listened to you" he says once you guys get to your shared room.

"That's cause I'm such an amazing person" you smirk. But a moment later, you smack your husband upside the head. "What was that for?" He asks, surprised at the action, not like it hurt that much anyways.

"For worrying me. And for the stupid shit you did" you say before kissing him softly.

[lymtw]

The Handler and His Wife

"Honey?" Shiu calls, instantly snatching your attention from whatever you were looking at on your phone. His palms don't pause the soothing pressure they apply to your calves and all along your bare legs.

"Hm?" You hum in response, putting your phone down and giving him your full attention. You laugh when he just silently stares back at you, almost mindlessly. "What?" You say, indicating that you're listening.

He blinks out of his daze and smiles softly. "Anyone ever tell you that your existence is wet dream fuel?"

You roll your eyes, and give him that smile he loves so much. The one that tells him to shut up without you having to say it.

"Yeah, you. All. The. Time," you respond, sassily. "I know you only say it 'cause we're married," you argue.

"Now, now, baby. You know that's not true," he counters. Warmth riddles his tone, and the paired gentle squeeze to your knee has you softening up more. "You had me melting for you like a popsicle left out in the sun, way before we even got acquainted. I know you know that for a fact," he says, grinning almost victoriously when your lips curl.

"All those rounds of eye contact tag..." You sigh, wistfully. "It was hard not to reciprocate your glances when I liked playing with you so much."

"You played for too long and look where it got you," he teases, wearing the smuggest grin on his face.

"Married, to the man who sics me on people for fffat ssstacks." You nod with your eyes closed and a smile on your face, like you're blessed.

Shiu just shakes his head, with a chuckle. You seem to enjoy "taking care" of people way too much. "I'm gonna retire you, someday. I hope you know that, hon."

"Yeah, when i'm like eighty, 'cause you won't wanna see my wrinkly ass, anymore."

"No, not when you're like eighty," he says, incredulously. "More like in two or three years."

There's a slight crease between your brows. There's never been talk about this, so you're not sure what to make of it in the moment.

"Well, we haven't sat down and discussed this properly."

"What's there to discuss? You'll be living the same way you do now, minus the crime. What's the problem?"

"The problem lies in the way you're going about things here, Shiu. You're not asking me, you're telling me. This is the first time I hear about this and I feel like I don't even have a say in it. You're making decisions for my future without me."

The moment has gone bitter. You've retracted your legs from where they rested on his lap and Shiu realizes he's messing the whole thing up when your attention leaves him, too. It wasn't his intention to make you feel like your word means nothing. He just wanted to give you something to look forward to in the future, away from all the blood and gore that you've gotten way too comfortable with.

Sure, there must have been a better way to communicate his vision, but things didn't turn out that way, and now his little wife is upset, and that just can't be the case. Things don't work that way between you and Shiu.

"Doll, will you lend me your ears if you're gonna keep your pretty voice from me?" He requests, eyeing the involuntary, yet, precious pout on your face and the way your arms are crossed over your chest. You're still the prettiest thing he's ever seen, even when you're grumpy. Relief washes over him when after a few seconds, you uncross your arms and take a breath, ready to give him a chance to explain his thought process.

"Listening," you mutter.

"We have to do it the right way," he says, laying out his palm for you. He knows you're not beaming with joy anymore, but it's a must. You always do this during serious conversations. It's the only way to make sure that neither of you is walking away from the other before everything is laid out and explained. It's harder to do when one of you is upset with the other, but you get over it for each other's sake.

You put your hand on his and cup it. Your ring is as brilliant as the day he put it on your finger, something you both notice before giving each other the focus necessary for resolving this minor tension.

"I'm sorry, doll face," he starts. "I didn't mean to make it seem like I was making decisions about your life without you. That really was my mistake. Three years is still a long time for us to figure these things out together. If three years from now, you still want to be my pretty psycho killer, then we'll talk about it." He smiles softly at the way your lips curl and press together, like you're suppressing the laugh he loves so much.

"But I'm serious about retiring you at some point." His hand holds yours tighter, as if to say 'hold on, hear me out'. "I don't want to wait for something to happen to you, to finally say 'hey, now's a good time to call it quits'. That would make me useless as your man, don't you think?"

You take it all in and come to the conclusion that this is just another one of his ways of acting like a caring and protective husband. He almost never tells you he's scared or worried for you. He's seen you kick ass and he's almost one hundred percent sure that you can kick his ass, but even the best get knocked down sometimes, and he won't wait around forever to see it happen to you.

"I get what you mean, now. Sorry I caught on fire so fast," you say, with a sheepish smile. "I see your side of things, and I do want to retire at some point, but for some reason three years sounds like so little time. It sounds like tomorrow will come and those three years will be gone, and... that's so scary to me, Shiu. That's like ending something that's always been a part of me in the snap of a finger."

"I know, hon. It's not something that's meant to be figured out in one night. We just have to keep talking about this. Maybe we could do a check in every couple of months, see where your head's at with all of this. Okay?"

You nod. "Yeah, okay."

"Are we okay now? You know my poor heart can't handle you being mad at me for too long," he says, clutching his chest with his free hand to emphasize where it hurts.

"We're good," you assure, with a smile.

"Okay, now prove it," he challenges.

You crawl over to him and plop yourself down on his lap, resting your hands on his chest. He's quick to let his hands splay over your lower back, slowly rubbing the area. Your hands move down from his chest, eventually reaching the hem of his shirt and dipping beneath it.

"Careful, wife," he murmurs, when you start making little featherlight strokes on his abdomen.

"Hm?" You hum, innocently. "I'm just giving you the evidence you asked for. Is it too much? Are you gonna melt for me, Shiu?"

"You're teetering," he warns. He can feel the crotch area of his pants growing tighter as you run your soft fingertips along his stomach and the waistband of his boxers.

"You can keep me steady, baby," you respond, softly. You watch his eyes progressively get darker, clouding with the beginnings of something sinful. The more you tease him with your delicate touch and sweet, contrasting gaze, the closer he is to snapping and giving you what you're digging for.

"Be good to me, sweetheart," he murmurs, his voice deep enough to make a chill run down your spine. "One of us always ends up crying. I don't think I have to say who it is out loud, do I?"

You pull your hands out of his clothes and wrap your arms around him, before pressing a couple chaste, apologetic kisses to his lips. "Sorry, handsome," you say, laughing. "I'll be nice."

"Mhm. You always say that, and then you give me the attitude of your life," he says, letting his hands roam beneath the back of your shirt.

"Maybe, I just want you to play with me," you murmur, your lips spreading into a saccharine smile when he laughs. Your sweetness is a trick you like to pull out before you strike, like a cat.

"I think I play with you enough for you to tell me your needs when you have them, don't I?"

"Well, that's no fun," you say, disagreeing. "You don't like when I feel you up and give you the will to be rough with me? I just know you wouldn't be able to do it otherwise, 'cause I'm your 'sweet babydoll', so I have to bring your inner spirit out somehow, right, hubs?"

"I'm revoking that pet name," he says under his breath. "Oh, you're trouble, honey, that's what you are, but alright, you want me to play with you, i'll play," he says calmly, before flipping both of you over on the couch, so that he's looking down at you with all the unspoken mischief in his eyes and you're looking up at him with stars riddled in yours.

My internal reaction when I posted this

[huntingcupid]

CASUAL — D.A.

dumb love, I love being stupid dream of us in a year maybe we'd have an apartment and you'd show me off to your friends at the pier

⌗ DANIELA — fem!reader, angst, swearing, doomed yuri, straight dani, friends to strangers, reader slowly starts to despise dani, regret,self harm, homophobia, religion mentioned, usage of dyke, etc...

⌗ SYPNOSIS — was it all casual?, stolen glances, hugs and kisses, letters and sleepless nights talking to eachother — did it mean anything?

⌗ CUPID — hey.... first very angsty work so yeah, thank you to my dear friend @yunazxxx for helping me with the plot :D

time passed by so fast — suddenly you're in college and searching for part time jobs, yet sometimes you reminisce about your past, the people you have met throughout the journey, one person has changed you for good and bad, the person? — daniela avanzini

your “best friend”, you can't imagine your childhood and teenage years without the latina, without the stupid jokes you two have made, the times you two made decisions you shouldn't have, but it was all worth it as long as she was with you, doing it with you

you've always had a doubt about your sexual identity, especially during times where you and dani would just be hanging out and you'd imagine your future marrying her — it didn't help that you two were inseparable, daniela calls you her wifey, and you felt butterflies in your stomach whenever she did

daniela's mother also treated you like her kid, you often came along with them for family trips, sharing clothes with the girl — during the last few years of highschool you really started having an identity crisis, you didn't know who you were, or what you are

“dani, can I tell you something?” you whisper as you two lay in her bed — daniela looks over at you concern etched onto her features, “anything y/n, why?” she replies, your heart raced, “i-i- I'm queer” you stammer, you closed your eyes afraid of the reaction you might get, yet when you felt the girls arms wrap around you everything felt right and free

“that's good y/n!” daniela cheered, you definitely didn't expect this reaction since daniela came from a very religious family, yet something in you screams that she doesn't fully accept it, the way her eyes seem to look at you felt different

yet against your better judgment you didn't do anything, months passed and it seemed like daniela became distant from you, the daily calls you two had turned into every 2 days or whenever she says she's free, her chats became more generic and had seemed to lose its humor or life

you chat the girl, asking if you can hang out — she replies and agrees, you get excited due to how much you missed the girl, you slept thinking about you two, about what you two might do tomorrow

“hi dani!” you run up to the girl hugging her, daniela froze a bit before returning the hug, a short and cold hug, “hi y/n” she mutters, “let's get some ice cream?” you ask smiling at the girl, “sure” you two walk to the nearest ice cream shop, picking out flavors, daniela loved salted caramel while you loved chocolate, daniela took pictures of her ice cream, you giggle “are you gonna post that?, can you send it to me too?” you follow, “actually it's for josh” your heart sank and for a moment your smile faltered, “josh?” you ask not recognizing the name, “oh he uhm- we are talking you know” she replies hastily, you bit the inside of your cheeks, you wished that you were born a man sometimes maybe then you'd experience her love,

after the ice cream shop you two walk to sit at the park benches watching as the sun set, you took a few candid pics of the latina, she looked gorgeous, something out of a dream, her eyes were like crystals and her smile, god her smile can make you melt at the spot, “i missed you” you mutter as you two sat in silence, “oh” daniela replies — little by little you felt your heart break, “dani, i know i shouldn't say this but, I've liked you since I've known you” you mutter finally letting go of those words, silence — your heartbeat was the only thing you can hear and the soft rustling of the plants, “i-i- don't y/n” daniela replies seemingly uncomfortable, you felt like you got stabbed a million times, your future flashed by your eyes, the dreams you've built around you two now burning down, “I'm sorry i shouldn't have said that” you stutter, blinking away the tears you felt forming in your eyes, “y/n i love you, and god does too, its never too late to get saved” you tear up hearing her words, cause why is it a sin, a sin to love, why did he make you this way — why?

“I'll help you” daniela looks at you hopeful, “sure” you replied even though you felt so betrayed, this is the same girl you came out to, the same girl who helped you come to terms with your sexuality, now telling you that loving is a sin

throughout the first few weeks of college, daniela gave you a bible and even an invitation to her church, claiming that you were under the touch of the demon, you only nodded, all the while daniela would hang out with her friend josh, they'd laugh and share moments like you two did before you came out, it was the breaking point for you when you saw daniela and josh at the janitors closet making out, daniela looked guilty but she quickly got mad at you, “get the fuck out!” it was the first time she ever swore at you, the first time you realized it wasn't worth keeping her around if all she did was hurt you and made your sexuality a joke

yet as you lay in your bed, closing your eyes from exhaustion all you see is her, smiling brightly at you, daniela looking like your savior, her during the times she still felt real and not a projection of the people who hate you, “i love you” you mutter tears falling out of your eyes, you fell deeper into depression when you were lonely and no one was there to help you, to talk to you

you didn't know what else to do but blame yourself, hurt yourself, razors, scissors anything sharp that can take away your mind from her, anything that can make you feel punished for being what you are

you became suicidal, you hated everything, every moment you'd step into the halls of your campus, seeing daniela and josh hand in hand, laughing and kissing — while you?, you can't live in a world where daniela hated you, where she didn't acknowledge who you truly are

“y/n?” you hear your roommate enter the dorm room, seeing you sobbing, “h-hi” you replied wiping away your tears, “are you okay?” manon ask, “yeah, just stressed with work and school” you replied chuckling, knowing its way deeper than that

days passed and you knew you had to pick yourself up, make sure you don't feel like a failure, a worthless living person, — you went to lectures, sleep deprived and wearing long sleeves in attempts to hide your sh scars

daniela looked across the room a flicker of guilt and empathy seeing you, a shell of your former self, she quickly masked it with uninterest and a poker face

yet after class she follows you to the women's restroom, cornering you, “y/n, what has gotten into you, you shouldn't hurt something given to you by-” you cut her off “god?, I'm sorry daniela” you said pushing her off you, she only scoffs and follows you, “what is this about then! just a way to gain my sympathy? cause fuck it y/n it does” she breathes out furious, seeing her ex best-friend slowly die, “what the fuck is this dyke doing here” josh says pushing into the bathroom to collect dani, you bit your lip hurt but you expected it, you chuckled to yourself — as much as it hurts seeing her settle for this man you couldn't do anything, but watch and despise them both

you'd long for the days that daniela magically just go back to you, talk to you and realized how much of a jerk her boyfriend was, how much you could treat her better

at some point the love you had for daniela became hatred, she didn't reach out anymore nor did you, it was radio silent, some nights you'd stare at your last messages with her, and regret not ending it earlier

you regret being blind to all her red flags, you regret putting her feelings before yours, you regret not knowing she was not good for you

now she's just another woman in school, someone you'd pass in the hallways, even though your eyes locked with hers, it didn't mean anything anymore, at least to you it didn't anymore, after all, it was all casual

maybe she was a part of your past, but you refuse to let her ruin your future

wc: 1.3k words

(hate this idk why)

[niyajade]

propose - part 1/intro

Authors note | I put links for sevika’s fit because I’m bad at descriptions

The sweltering heat of India only worsens Sevika’s anger. They were eating dinner in the outside dining area when her mother brought up her lack of a lover. Another fight about the same old topic. 

“You are getting too old, Sevika! Your father and I had married when we were six years younger than you.” Her mother exclaimed. She rolled her eyes and began to tune out her mother’s scolding. As she does every time.

 Her mother continues “Now, I have been very lenient with you on most matters but this can not go on any longer. You will attend the annual ball and choose a wife or I will do so for you!”  She snapped her eyes at her mother, now completely alert.

“You can't force me to marry someone-” 

“I absolutely can,” her mother interrupted

 “If you don’t find someone by the end of that ball, you’ll be marrying whoever I choose. And I'm sure you know who I have in mind.” 

Her mother has been eyeing the eldest prince of Kingdom Dewar for months. Despite knowing how gay her daughter is, she’s still been trying to convince sevika to give the man a chance. “I will not marry a man, mother.” 

“Then you better hurry and find a woman.” Her mother said with an air of finality. She stares at her mother in exasperation, silently hoping that she’ll break and say she was only joking, but she finds no playfulness in her dark grey eyes.

Sevika huffs and storms away from the table. “I didn’t say you were excused, Sevika!” Her mother yelled as she stalked to her usual running trail.

Sevika had run along that trail for an hour and a half, Imagining that she was running away from the kingdom rather than being where she runs every other day. She was walking now. Breathing heavy and watching as the sun started to set and the moon revealed itself from behind the clouds. The muggy air and chirping crickets let her know that it was time to head back. 

She thought about her father as she started to pick up her speed and jog home. As she contemplated her situation, she tried to think about what her father would want. He wasn't the kindest dad but she yearned for his approval, even in his permanent absence. He loved and always wanted the best for his kingdom and in turn, his daughter, even if he never said it out loud. Tough love was his motto. 

As she walked sluggishly into the castle and to her room, she made her decision. She would do what was best for her kingdom and if that meant she got married and made an alliance - then so be it.

Doesn't mean she had to be happy about it though.

Sevika and her mother were staying in the most private and luxurious inn they could find in Texas. The heat was barely any better but considering the heat India usually suffered, the small temperature drop was refreshing. The ball was in 2 hours and Sevika still had servants working frantically on her look for the ball. She had hoped that maybe she'd be able to do something herself for once, but alas, her mother had brought them along to ensure she couldn't.

Although, she did have to appreciate that she was allowed to be dressed in pants rather than a dress. Her servants had dressed her in a red lehenga blouse that fit tight around her muscular arms, with gold designs and details adorning the entirety of it, along with a matching dupatta. Her pants were snug around her hips and slightly loose at the bottom with matching gold details around the ends. She wore black dress shoes that were mostly covered by her pants and almost pounds of gold jewelry on her arms, neck and face. Her Silky black hair was in a thick, slightly messy braid that reached just below her collarbone when pulled to the front. 

She stood in front in the full length mirror the inn provided and almost didn't recognize herself. She usually dresses pretty traditionally but the jewelry and gold was not something she was typically drenched with like she is today. I look like a princess - she thought

She couldn't tell if she liked it or not.

It was 5 pm by the time Sevika and her mother made it to the ball in their sleek carriage. The castle hosting the royal families was extravagant, to say the least. The palace was high atop a hill surrounded by multi-colored buttercups and bluebonnets. The path up the hill smelt like breezing through a garden of fresh flowers. Sunlight shines on Sevika’s skin as she breathes in the spring air. Her mind hasn't been this silent since before her fathers passing. 

They approach the castle doors along with many other attendees, all in their respective cultural attire. She prepares herself for a night of fake, strained smiles and takes one last breath before walking into the castle.

[bie-tch]

Very rough outline of my monstrosity au. I call it Odyssey!Kai. Yes it's an epic the musical pun. I'm very happy with it

Oooo been thinking about this for a hot minute. Was in my drafts for longer.

The imperium arc goes different too, Lloyd getting afraid at seeing Wyldfyre, her being fire adjacent and all, and thinking Kai is dead since she has his "fire" powers. After they get back to the Monastery, Zane actually becomes Wyldfyres mentor. The reason is that he finds her endearing and sees himself in her (not knowing who you are or where you came from). I have concept art rotting in my gallery, but it's not done yet sowy.

In this one, Kai doesn't find the bounty. Nya does. So she finds Lloyd first and traverses the merged lands for information. This, of course, creates irreparable damage to our boy. He does not go home early this time.

S2 has 4 major changes. Wyldfyre is slightly calmer, Lloyd has visions of both the bloodmoon and a mysterious figure cloaked in fur and blood (that he can't help but feel pain for, he doesn't know why), Nya learns dragon rising technique first, and Cole gets sacrificed instead of Kai. Besides that, mostly the same. Maybe they struggle a bit with the Ras showdown, but it ends the exact same way with Nokt free.

S2 p2 has the most differences. For one, Geo and the finders live with the ninja now. He feels guilty for letting Cole 'die' like that, so he's thrown himself into training. He's doing well, and the finders are having fun with arin, sora, and wyldfyre. The monastery is definitely more full, but the ninja still feel the absences of Kai, Cole, and Jay.

Next, Cole isn't doing that bad in the ns. He's got bonzle, he can use his powers to shape the space since it's technically rock, and enough stories to last a lifetime. He's fine.

Zane and Wyldfyre bond more. He tells her stories and videos about Kai and how they'd get along, and she is ecstatic. Another fire user, how exciting!

Arin and sora are still looking for his parents. Still find the matriarch dead.

Meanwhile, Kai has all but lost it. He isn't insane, but his morals have all but been destroyed. The only thing he cares about is getting back to his family and anything and anyone that has come in between that has now died or burned to death. The guardian dragon and fire knight mech are his permanent companions, and they respect his decision to change his values. One can not survive being in the land of the monsters without becoming one themselves, anyway.

The tournament of sources plays out the exact same. If you're wondering about frak, zane took up Cole's role in the og series. When Jay and Nya fight, he actually comes very close to winning. Nya can't bring herself to hurt him, since this time she doesn't have her brother to kinda fill his void. Jay is about to eliminate her until a fire ball the size of a car chucks Jay into the nearest wall.

Nya and the rest of the ninja are horrified because, duh, and she rushes to his side. Jay is unconscious, and she looks to where the fireball came from. Everyone is so in shock that they don't even recognize that it was a fire ball. Except Wyldfyre, then Zane. He tries to tell Lloyd, but there a crowd blocking his way.

All Nya sees are security bots wrangling a hooded figure, but they're being dismantled by the second in a flurry of slashes. Also, it doesn't help that there are two giants (mech and dragon) just looking down at him saying something she can't hear. She can only make out a subtle, "Do you want them to see you like this?" Before the stranger flinches and finally calms down. He allows himself to be arrested.

When the source dragons send out those little messages for each elemental master, Kai actually gets one since he hasn't encountered ras yet. The messenger dragon leads him out of the realm of monsters, but it's still pretty far. He gets there, but it takes a day or two. Or three. That's why he's late.

Roby comes forward, and he is just upset. Absolutely annoyed. He says something about wanting to see the face of the perpetrator, and that sends Kai into another frenzy. He doesn't want his family to him like that. He fails this time, though, and his hat and mask are pulled off.

You can guess what happens next.

Roby is actually happy with the change of events, calling it an epic plot-twist, but the ninja?

The reunion is short-lived, as he's wrung away for interfering with a match. The ninja tried to get to him, but doing so could get them disqualified, so they bite their lips and accept it unwillingly. Not knowing what to do with the mech and dragon, they just give it to the ninja. Both parties accept.

All I have so far wowowowowow

[envy-of-the-apple]

I love the idea of Ciel just sick of the servants trashing the manor all the time so he hires a fifth one who's actually a servant instead of a hitman/soldier/experiment in disguise. the interview goes rlly well! you get hired on the spot and you get along well with the other servants but then you meet the butler and you...

...just instantly know he's a demon.

its not like sebastian tries to hide it, but mostly everyone is happy to look the other way. but you've heard stories of demons having these eyes that are soulless and empty. and those are the exact horrors you're seeing within sebastian.

you can't just quit. you need the money, you cant just give up the opportunity to work for a nobleman. so you steel yourself. you shut your eyes and focus on the task at hand, but you do carry protection.

every night you pour a line of salt across your door. you carry around holy water. you wear a cross around your neck.

you make it oh so obvious that you know he's a demon....and sebastian is getting a little bored.

every morning you can see him casually sweeping away the salt line ("please do make sure you clean up your mess, next time"). he grabs the holy water and drinks it ("thank you for the refreshment, my throat was getting parched). And that one time when you misplaced your cross, you found it settled in Sebastian's bare ungloved hands as he 'returned' it to you ("such a pretty necklace. where did you obtain such an item?").

every. single. thing that you've been told wards off demons...did nothing.

your paranoia gets so bad that even Ciel starts noticing. he doesn't wanna just fire you because you're the only one who hasn't broken a plate when cleaning it. So, instead he just tells sebastian 'just pretend one of the charms actually wards you off'.

So Sebastian just lets you think that the lavender is actually doing something.

He makes a big show of it. He pinches his nose like he smells something bad every time he steps in a room with you. He stays 20 feet away from you at all times. He gets a kick out of it honestly.

Months go by and an inevitable break-in happens. the thugs were initially after Ciel but for whatever reason they take off with you instead.

But, over the coming months, the demon has developed a soft spot for you. he finds you really funny and was disappointed over the kidnapping. its sort of in the same way when you make friends with a squirrel and you feed it nuts, but one day it stops appearing in your window. <- like that.

Ciel is largely annoyed that he might have to replace a competent servant, so when Sebastian asks if he could take a five-minute break to 'grab a certain something', he shrugs and waves him off.

You're returned to the manor largely unharmed and in Sebastian's arms.

"...the lavender never did anything, did it?"

He laughs.

"I'm afraid not."

[autistic-zukoao3]

Understandable. Have a story then.

During the 1960s, my grandpa was basically homeless and a vagabond of sorts, just traveling the USA and doing odd jobs here and there, lying through his fucking teeth about job experience so he could be hired.

During one of these times, he had the misfortune of finding himself in the state of Georgia. At the time, the law in Georgia was that you had to be carrying $20 on you at all times - which, accounting for inflation, is a little over $200 today. This was, of course, a law put into place to imprison as many people as possible and put them on chain gangs.

Now, my grandpa and his buddy were aware of the law, and each one of them had $20 on their person. They weren't stupid though, they weren't gonna have that much cash sitting in a wallet in their pocket. People pick those! No, no. They kept their $20 bill in their sweaty, stanky-ass socks they were wearing. As you do.

Despite this though, a cop did see them hitch hiking and decided they can't possibly have $20 on them. So he told the boys (aged 16-20s, I don't know exactly how old they were at the time) to get into the cruiser and he was gonna drive them to see the judge. So, my grandpa and his friend load up into the cruiser, taking their belongings with them. They had one duffel bag between the two of them, where they were keeping their clothes and other items. This will be important later.

The cop ends up taking the two of them not to the courthouse, but to the Judge's actual fucking home, and they're then put on "trial" with the judge in his fucking nightgown and no jury, and no witness other than the cop. So, literally no due process and no actual trial. At this point, the cop has their bag and has emptied it out and pocketed literally everything.

The two of them are charged with the crime of not having $20, and at this point my grandpa pipes up and says "That's not true, we have $20 in our socks."

The judge claims that since the $20 wasn't visible, it doesn't count, and therefore they will be charged regardless. Their options are either A. be put on a chain gang for god knows how long or B. pay the $20 fine.

Not wanting to be on a chain gang until the day they die, my grandpa and his friend chose to pay the $20 fine. The judge pockets the money. Doesn't even try to be subtle. The two of them are handed the empty duffle bag, and told they're free to go. They don't get anything back that was taken from their duffle bag. Not even the god damn clothes. It's all "evidence".

So, my grandpa and his buddy leave the Judge's house and make their way back to the main road to continue to hitchhike. Some cowboy in a truck pulls up alongside them and motions them over, so the pair comply. The driver tells them he had seen the cop arrest the two of them, and knew they didn't have any cash on them. He explains that the cop is waiting on the border of town so he can arrest them again for not having $20, and since they wouldn't be able to pay the fine, they'd be put on a chain gang. The cop and judge literally set them up. The driver tells them it's a common occurrence and their only chance was to get in the bed of his truck and under his tarps and wood and tools to hide and he'd drive them not only out of town, but out of state lines too.

My grandpa and his friend take him up on the offer, and do just that. As they reach the edge of town, Grandpa peeks out and sees the fucking cop waiting - just like the cowboy said he'd be. Thankfully, the cop didn't see them and they got away just fine. The cowboy let them off outside Georgia, wished them well, and drove on back.

My grandpa and his friend are now in Alabama, and safe from the bullshit $20 law. However, they have no money, and, aside from the now empty duffle bag, have just the (dirty) clothes on their backs. Did I mention it's summer?

Once again, Grandpa and his friend (George) walk along the road, keeping their thumbs out in the hopes someone will come along and give 'em a ride for a while. Not sure how long they do this for, but eventually another car stops. This one has two male occupants, one in the driver seat, and the other in the passenger seat. It's a two seat truck, but with enough space in the cab behind the seats to fit two young men. The passenger hops out to allow the duo to crawl in and behind the seats, before hopping back in and shutting the door.

My grandpa notices pretty quickly once they start driving that both men are weirdly.... Giddy. The driver keeps glancing back at them and then nudging the passenger and giggling. The hairs on the back of his neck are rising, and a quick look to his friend confirms they're both unsettled by the men's behavior. The driver and passenger are both older than my grandpa and George, though not old enough to be called elderly by any means. Probably in their 30s or 40s, though poverty tends to age people pretty quickly so it's anyone's guess.

My grandpa's friend decides he'd actually rather walk than wait and see what the two men are so damn happy about, and tells the driver he can pull over now actually. Driver replies by laughing and shaking his head, and saying "You boys ain't goin' nowheres."

Remember the empty duffle bag? Yeah? Well, truth be told it wasn't totally empty. See, when the cop emptied it he didn't notice that it had a false bottom.

"Say George," my grandpa speaks calmly, "hand me the duffel bag, will ya?"

George, actively shitting himself, hands over the bag. My grandpa unzips it, removes the false bottom, and pulls out a fucking bayonet and, quickly putting it to the throat of the passenger, says real calmly, "I think you'll be pulling over and letting us out now."

The driver pulls right the fuck over and let's my grandpa and his friend out with zero fight before peeling away once the pair of them were out of the truck, and my grandpa and George carried on their merry way.

Is this a suitable tariff payment?

im afraid im gonna have to start implementing reciprocal tariffs on all of my posts. soon all of you folks will have to start giving me stupid bullshit to read too

[starcat1701]

For everyone who is getting upset that people are angry about Thunderbolts* and who keep telling us that 'context' is going to fix everything, I need you to understand that 'context' is not going to fix what has already happened, what is happening right now, and what is going to continue to happen for the next (checks calendar) 360 days until Doomsday releases.

Yes, maybe context will allow us to rehabilitate Bucky's character, because they will show that this was all some long game or Bucky and Sam were working together all along, or Bucky is actually a Skrull, or something. My little sambucky-loving heart really, really wants to believe they can (and will) do this, but honestly, it is going to be a stretch.

Context retroactively is not going to fix the fact that Marvel knowingly threw Sam Wilson under the bus in that pcs, knowingly set the scene up to imply that he's being unreasonable, knowingly allowed Alexei to call him a 'dumb, litigious man', while Bucky, his supposed best friend, said nothing.

And context sure as hell isn't going to fix the fact that Marvel was all over the internet yesterday replacing Thunderbolts* posters with The New Avengers posters and getting their cast to do it for the likes (Sebastian, I am especially looking at you, because you are meant to be Anthony's friend and seriously, wtf are you doing). And maybe this is just a big publicity stunt because they are freaking out about their soft opening weekend numbers, but it doesn't matter. By doing this, they have undercut their own film, which devoted the entire credits sequence to showing how in universe the 'New Avengers' are a joke and not seen as legitimate. As soon as they started slapping those posters up in the real world, they destroyed their own satire and told the audience that this 'team' is legitimate, that they're not a joke, and, by extension, that everything people have been saying about Sam Wilson, all the hate that's being hurled at him (and at Anthony Mackie), is also legitimate.

You cannot tell me that the people who would have been in the room when these decisions were made do not know exactly what they've done, what they've enabled, what they've tacitly approved.

This isn't an Age of Ultron situation, where some people liked the movie better once everything else came out and all the dots were connected.

Context can't fix this.

And if you don't get that, if you can't see that, just go ahead and block me.

[royhasissues]

Frost in episode 57 raising his hand at the dead parent question and saying “more than you think” to torbeks parents not missing kids question makes his silence in 58 hit harder.

HAHAHAHAHAHAHHA

Ignore the fact that it took me several days to get to this

Lemme talk about Frost's backstory real quick...

THERE IS NONE. But there is!!! It's so frustrating, bc I love Frost and I NEED to know more, but it never comes up!!!!! Anyway, the specifics have not yet been mentioned in canon, but I've found that there is a fan consensus about what happened to his parents. I've found that a couple different people have head cannoned that the whole village was pillaged and destroyed at some point after Frost was taken the Order and after he leaves, he goes back home only to find that it's been wiped out.

Now, I don't know the validity of this---I used to think this was canon information bc it was so widespread lol---but given the fact that he raises his hand in that moment...

The true fate of his parents are unknown and I don't know if Derek has mentioned anything outside of the campaign bc I don't have patreon, but I'm willingly to bet it was something along those lines. And Frost knows because he did try to go home at one point. Why wouldn't he? He was taken away so young and when he's like "Fuck this, I'm leaving" (was it ever stated exactly why he left? All I heard was that he was on a "pilgrimage," which sounds like an excuse to leave to me lol) why wouldn't he go back home?

So, he's faced with the fact that his parents are dead and he wasn't seen them in over a decade and will never get to see them again. Imagine being 8 years old and being taken away from your family and having no clue that they were killed at some point while you were away. He can't get that time back. He will never truly know his parents (does he remember their faces? Their names? Does he remember his mother's voice? Or the stories they told him? I doubt it.)

Personally, to his "More than you think" statement, I think his parents did miss him. Of course, Frost would not know that bc he never saw them again. Perhaps he thinks they didn't. Maybe he began to feel like they abandoned him by allowing the Order to take him. What kind of parents allows total strangers to take their child? (Ones who think it would be better for him. Who know their child is different and want him to have the best possible life. Frost was a strange kid, didn't get along with his peers, maybe this Psionic Order will be good for him. They can help him in a way that we can't. They're like him. They'll know what to do.) Maybe Frost resented them a bit for it. He doesn't hear from them at all. Nothing for so so many years. That statement may have been borne out of that sadness (bc he can't truly resent them. In his adult life, he thinks maybe they thought they were doing the right thing. His resentment turns to sorrow).

Perhaps that's where his fear of being abandoned comes from. Believing his parents didn't love him and just gave him away (was he too difficult? Too different? What did I do wrong? Did they not love me?). That carries into his adult life through having the same feelings with his friends. He needs to uphold a certain standard so they don't abandon him like his parents did.

To round it back to the ask, he definitely goes into a bit of a dark place for a while there. I mean, his very good friends of 10+ years just beat him ruthlessly with rocks and didn't seem to care about it AND dead/neglectful parents are on his mind bc of the children. You can tell he's very somber in both 57 and 58 and it's 100% a result of these things.

[criticallyacclaimedstranger]

Rebirth

My feels after The Last of Us S02E04 made me do this. (You know the drill by now.) JOEL LIVES, a little bit of angst and mention of the Abby incident, Ellie's going to be a dad, cuteless overload. Joel x reader.

You never expected it to be easy for Joel to heal. He had been badly injured by the woman whose head you cracked open with the golf club she had meant to kill Joel with. Luckily, you and Ellie burst in just in the nick of time. You hadn't killed anyone in years, and never with such calculation and coldness. But when you saw Joel, saw her, you put a bullet in her knee just as she had done with Joel, and once the rest of her posse were down, you had taken the club from her, and you had made sure she felt it. But unlike her, you were quick about it. Joel needed to get back to Jackson.

Joel is one of those guys who take everything upon themselves. He can't help it, it's just how he's wired. He spent months in a hospital bed recuperating, and as soon as he was out of the woods, he started to feel bad about not being in Jackson during the attack. He felt bad for not being able to protect Dina, who reminded him that she got away without injury. He chided himself for not being more careful.

It took your shouting at him to turn the tide. You were not physically injured, but you were hurting from what you had seen. You thought you had lost him, and now you were about to lose him to self loathing. You would not accept that. You needed him like you needed air, and he was not allowed to go down dark paths where you could not follow.

When he finally was released, you took him to see Gail. With her help, the two of you could untangle the webs of guilt, relief, remorse, and fear. And it helped that Ellie was speaking to him again.

Ellie shutting him out had been so hard on Joel, and he was grateful that trial was over. Carefully, he and Ellie made amends, one sentence at a time, with you in the other room, busying yourself with something, feeling lighter than you had in a long time. Now that those two were on speaking terms again, and Joel was over his near death experience, and you had left your trauma of nearly losing him behind, you only had to deal with one thing: Sourpuss Joel who wasn't allowed to put any weight on his injured leg, and would walk with a limp for the rest of his life. He needed rest, and Joel was not a person who rested. That was your cross to bear. Ellie was mostly preoccupied with Dina. It was as if should be: let the young enjoy their youth. You don't mind dealing with a grouchy Joel. He was your grouchy Joel, and he was alive.

After what had happened to Dina, she and Ellie had become inseparable, and it wasn't just friendship anymore. You were happy for Ellie, had seen it coming for some time, but clearly Dina hadn't been ready to face it. Now that they were an item, Ellie seemed happier than ever.

That happiness is shining out of her face when she tells you and Joel that Dina's pregnant, and that she's going to be "a dad".

It takes Joel and you a moment to fully understand what she means. Your first thought is "how did that happen?" before you realize that of course Ellie isn't the biological father.

Both of you must have looked quite stunned because Ellie adds, in a tone which teasingly suggests she's talking to very slow people:

"Jesse is the biological father. But since Dina and I are together, it's our baby. We'll raise it, and he can participate if he wants to."

"That's wonderful news, Ellie," you now smile, holding out your arms for a hug. Ellie falls into your embrace, warm and grateful, but you can feel her hesitance. She's still waiting for Joel's reaction: the most important one. You glance over at him, seeing a plethora of emotions pass over his face before he gives Ellie a wry grin.

"You sure you're ready for it, kiddo?"

"Were you?" she counters immediately, and Joel chuckles.

"No one is. But you figure it out as you go along."

He pulls her in for a hug.

"You'll be a great... dad. And any kid's lucky to have you in their lives."

"You and Dina will make it," you agree, and Ellie looks relieved.

"Thanks, guys. We're not telling everybody yet," she points out, "but I wanted to tell you guys."

The two of you promise her to keep the secret, before she leaves to seek out Dina. You turn to Joel, who sighs deeply and shakes his head.

"Kids today."

"You know she'll be great."

"Of course. Just feel like I'm getting too old to keep track of all these things," he groans as he rubs his forehead, before looking up at you with a calm but tired smile.

"You're doing great, too, peepaw." You shoot him a teasing grin. Joel squares his shoulders.

"Peepaw?"

"That's what I'm going to call you now," you giggle, and move back as he reaches for you.

"The hell you are."

He's got that frown on his face, but his eyes are warm and playful. When his injured leg prohibits pursuit, he instead beckons to you.

"C'mere."

"Nu-huh."

"You know you want to, moomaw."

"You wouldn't dare," you warn him. You may be as old as he is, but you are not a moomaw.

He can barely keep from laughing, and you let him catch you and pull you into his arms. Your arms go around his waist and your nose brushes against his.

"Grammy," he suggests in a murmur, lips wandering to your cheek where he kisses you lightly.

"No."

"Gam gam?" Another kiss, this time closer to your ear.

"Gigi, then."

"Shut up and kiss me, Joel..."

He slides his hands down to your ass, and does as he's told. And you know that he's going to be alright. You're all going to be alright.