#Community isn't a place you show up and immediately take everything from

[your-turn-to-role]

got twins on the brain again, and while i never want to be one to police other peoples' fanart, especially when the official art starts doing this too by the time we hit tlovm, i do think it's a tragedy that the common depiction of the twins these days is as indistinguishable from being elves

bc the fact that as half elves they are easily clockable as outsiders to either humans or elves is a huge part of their story

as someone with a lot of experience in that myself, i can say with certainty that while you want to be able to call both sides of you your identity, in practice the people of that identity excluding you for being not enough like them just makes you feel like you're lying if you call yourself either

and when it comes to vex and vax, as usual, they both respond to that in opposite ways!

vax wants to be human. he has immense nostalgia for the time they had with their mother, and an even more intense hatred for everything about syngorn. every time someone in the campaign mistakes him for an elf he immediately gets set on edge and has to correct them. even with sprigg, where he's pretending not to listen in to sprigg's ramblings, the second sprigg refers to him as the elf boy, he has to jump in with this

vex, on the other hand, wants to be an elf. the bullying she faced in syngorn for being too human destroyed her self esteem, and she's constantly trying to prove she's good enough to be one of them. it doesn't come naturally to her either, her being herself sticks out in a way she finds deeply embarrassing, and so many of all her layers and masks and pretenses have been built up to originally cover a single fact - she just isn't an elf

and skipping over that also means you lose another facet i love, which is that vax moving to zephrah and vex moving to whitestone wasn't just about being near their respective partners

if you take the comics as canon, keyleth was the first half elf either of them had met aside from each other. and keyleth's existence was a revelation for vax - half elves aren't all a product of an interracial relationship. keyleth's parents are both also half elves. zephrah represents generations of half elves, it's the first community he genuinely feels at home in. yes he loves keyleth but also just being around the people of zephrah is the first time he's ever gotten evidence of people like him not being a mistake. he can have an identity that's his own, instead of trying and failing to meet either criteria of his heritage

percy and vex take a different approach. he can't undo all the bullying she faced as a kid, nor can he solve all the world's bigotry, but he can show her that what makes her different is a good thing. the grey hunt title is earned, not given, which means that nothing and no one can take it away from her, not even him. she's not an elf, but she can be better. she's not human, but whitestone isn't just a home to humans anymore. they're rebuilding the city from the ground up, with her at the heart of it. she's earned her place here not because of what she was born as, but because of who she became. she is the foundation. and that makes whitestone more of a home than any place that made her jump through hoops to belong there

[achilleabee]

something about the bound and fable cast consistently having overall themes of grief and loss in the smp is so tragically interesting, particularly in the fact it's shown in different forms; not just in each character, but also the overall plot that drives the story forward.

fable smp's storyline basically... wouldn't exist if Fable knew how to grieve better. his fear of death, particularly with loved ones, being in his nature as the God of Creation displays how anticipatory grieving is incredibly destructive to not only the person experiencing it and the people around them, but also how time is experienced. When you are constantly worrying about the health of yourself and others, it takes away from the actual time you can spend with them, and any time spent not grieving/with them feels like a waste. this is shown in Fable's need for control over how time affects a person's life and health in destructive patterns, such as the resets. this then creates a domino effect where everyone else who experiences the resets grieve the loss of their lives, sometimes not even remembering what for, and using time that could be spent together attempting to delay tragedy. it's shown how when grief is managed together and can be used instead as motivation to push forward, the issue may be resolved (referencing how the final fight scene is one of the few moments where everyone, besides Fable, is on the same side and feel free enough to let out pent up emotions.)

skybound is similar, but completely different in form: 'This tragedy is inevitable, and currently, there is no possible way to stop it from slowly encroaching on our lives and taking everything away from us. the best we can do is work together.' The mere concept of falling islands without time to process what's happening or what to take with you has an inherent theme of loss, similar to the kind felt when a home is lost due to things like weather or fires. instead of the storyline following a character's lack of emotional processing, it follows a community sharing their grief and slowly learning how to deal with it, and finally letting it go. the islands all finally falling away are almost a direct symbol of the shadow of loss being taken off someone's shoulders and instead moving on to new beginnings.

starbound we don't know a whole lot for yet, but I feel like it might too. I mean, all of the characters have immediately lost their homes and previous lives. My prediction is that it might show grief in the form of regrowth? showing that while recovery isn't linear and will never be the same as before, it can happen when forged and constructed over time. such as how the ships they make will never be the same, but maybe they can learn to call new places home and emotionally adapt to their new lives <3 I can't wait to see how the story pans out

thank you for reading my long rant about how grief affects people in many different forms, I'm a psychology nerd and consistent themes shown in entirely new forms, especially when it's characters haunted by the narrative and some form of grief, are rotated in my brain. it's also helped a lot with personal issues, so thank you to the casts for not only having incredible individual character plots, but also having incredible thematic storylines that were written beautifully 🫶

[hakkkuu]

୨ৎSELFISH RIIZE IN BED୨ৎ

Shotaro

You're with Shotaro, and what was supposed to be a mutual moment of intimacy turns into a performance for his ego. As you try to express what you want, he ignores your words, focusing solely on his own pleasure. "Just relax, you'll enjoy it," he says, not bothering to check if you're comfortable. He moves in a way that pleases him, oblivious to your discomfort. The session ends with him satisfied, but you're left feeling used and unheard.

Eunseok

Eunseok seems to take control tonight, but it's all about him. He's too caught up in his own rhythm to notice your attempts at guiding him towards what feels good for you. When you try to slow down to enjoy the moment, he quickens his pace, saying, "I'm close, just let me finish." His climax comes quickly, leaving you feeling neglected, your own needs pushed aside for his immediate gratification.

Sungchan

With Sungchan, it's all about how he wants to do it. He decides the position, the pace, everything, without consulting you. When you ask for a change, he dismisses it with, "This is how I like it," leaving you to adapt to his desires or not at all. The experience ends abruptly, with him satisfied but you feeling like an accessory to his pleasure rather than a partner.

Wonbin

Wonbin's approach is aggressive, focusing solely on his satisfaction. He's quick and rough, not paying attention to your reactions. When you try to communicate your discomfort, he brushes it off as if you're interrupting his flow. "I'm almost there," he says, finishing before you've even begun to feel engaged in the act, leaving you feeling like your enjoyment isn't a priority.

Seunghan

Seunghan has a way of making everything about him, even in bed. He dictates the entire encounter, from where to touch to how long it should last. When you suggest something different, he gives you a look that says, 'Why would we do that?' He's more interested in proving his prowess than sharing a moment, leaving you feeling like you're just there to boost his ego.

Sohee

Sohee's selfishness shows when he's only attentive when it benefits him. He starts by seeming considerate, but soon it's clear he's only doing what he thinks will make him look good. When you're close, he shifts focus back to himself, ignoring your cues for mutual satisfaction. "I need this," he insists, prioritizing his release over yours, leaving you unfulfilled.

Anton

With Anton, there's an air of entitlement. He takes what he wants without much regard for your readiness or comfort. When you attempt to adjust your position for mutual pleasure, he holds you in place, saying, "No, stay like this." His satisfaction is swift, but leaves you feeling like your pleasure is secondary, a mere afterthought in his pursuit of his own.

[cloudzoro]

In my opinion, probably the most best dream threesome would be between Robin and Sanji. Sounds odd but I strongly believe those two would absolutely love all up on the woman or just the person they are doing. So them together would definitely put someone in a love coma

Theyre both so hot too 🤭 They would go crazy to make you cum as many times as possible.

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threesome w/ robin & sanji

pairings: robin x reader x sanji

headcanons

cw: fem!reader, double penetration, squirting, overstimulation, hair pulling

masterlist | one piece masterlist

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- Robin spends the part of your time together sitting back and watching. She only gets involved via her powers.

- Robin uses her hands to undress both of you as you sloppily make out with Sanji. She doesn't shy away from verbalising how pretty she thinks you both look.

- Robin tells Sanji to eat you and Sanji, who is already completely dazed, nods his head and dives in. Robin uses one of her hands to guide Sanji to where he should be.

- Sanji is a little too good at eating pussy and he's deadly serious about his no waste rule. While he appreciates Robin's comforting hand in his hair, he's more than capable of listening to your body and finding the best spo.

- Sanji wants to put on a show for Robin and make you cum at the same time so he starts to grind down against the mattress as he flicks his tongue over your clit.

- His tongue has you delirious, he knows exactly when to lick at you and when to suck at your clit.

- To aid the stimulation, two of Robin's hands squeezeyour tits and play with your nipples. She also pushed two slick fingers into your ass and Sanji focused on your cunt.

- It doesn't take you long to reach your first orgasm and Sanji eagerly drinks up everything you've got for him.

- Robin finally joins, removing her own clothes and giving both you and Sanji to gawk at how beautiful she is.

- Robin has Sanji lie down facing her and then asks you to straddle him so you also have your back to her.

- She guides you down on Sanji's cock, enjoying the way you both gasp as you sink down fully.

- Sanji has already lost half his mind just being buried inside your pussy.

- He pulls you down into a kiss, to distract you from Robin behind you.

- Robin starts to push her strap on into your prepped asshole. You let out a broken moan as She feels you up.

- Sanji rubs soothing circles into your hips as you adjust to being completely full. Sanji kisses your face and neck as Robin presses wet kisses to your back.

- There's silent communication between the two of the over your shoulder. Sanji plants his feet and Robin slides a hand in your hair. They simultaneously start to move.

- You've never been this full and you feel insane. All your nerves are alight and your hands are tingling with adrenaline.

- They completely and utterly ruin you to the point of tears. They keep a strong grip on you while you cum, holding you in place as they fuck you through your second orgasm and right into a third.

- You squirt all up Sanji's torso, which he isn't the least bit bothered by.

- in fact the feeling of you clenching around him so tight has him cumming along with you.

- Once you've calmed down, Robin helps you off of both of their cocks. Sanji immediately kicks into gear, cleaning up the cum filled mess with his tongue.

- “Be careful Sanji, she's sensitive. Let her take a breather before we destroy her again”

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[dispatchvampire]

Nailed It

Pairing - Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: super duper fluffy, some pining, some misunderstanding

Summary: Reader takes Bucky with her to the nail salon and ends up with a whole lot more than a polish change.

WC: 2240

A/N: No use of y/n, reader isn't described, and this is a shameless 'we have always lived in the tower' fic. Basically, CW never happened, Tony, Steve, and Bucky got their poop in a group like adults, and it's always chill on the communal floor.

Italicized conversation is in Vietnamese, plus a couple other phrases written out.

Special note: many thanks to @noellez-best-life23 and her hubs for the beta and the assistance. They rock.

Divider by @enchanthings

“Where ya headed?” Bucky asked, his voice carrying over from the couch in the common area while you made your way into the kitchen. The only parts of him you could truly see were the beat up old boots hanging over the arm of the sectional at one end and the curtain of his hair draped across the other end

“Hell if I don’t change my ways,” you replied as you filled your emotional support thermos with ice and fresh water. His little giggle in reply made you smile. “Headed out to get the claws sharpened.” 

This was greeted with the cutest gopher impression you’d ever seen, with only the top of his head popping up over the back of the couch to reveal his gorgeous eyes narrowed in confusion. “That’s a thing you need?” he asked as he sat up further and brushed his dark bangs out of his face. 

“I’m going to get my nails done,” you clarified with a smile, showing off your purple, glittery tips in desperate need of some professional attention. “Wanna come with?” 

Now, a part of you asked as a joke, because that wasn’t really his scene. It wasn’t like Lotus Nails in Little Saigon was a huge tourist attraction. But you’d be lying if you said you didn’t want to spend time with him. 

In the protective confines of the tower, you were mission support and comms, not a superhero in any way but tech, and yet, you and Bucky had hit it off immediately, bonding over sci-fi and fantasy books and movies. He was frighteningly smart, with a sarcastic sense of humor and a sassy beautiful mouth. He made the cloistered, serious life of being a member of the Avengers Support crew fun. 

And it wasn’t like you hadn’t noticed he was pretty. Like intimidatingly so, even without the metal arm. You had eyes, and had had a healthy crush on him going back to eighth grade American History class, but in person… You’d like to say it was no problem at all overlooking that ridiculously sharp jawline and those massive shoulders, and that mouth… whew. 

But more than just a gorgeous everything, Bucky Barnes was a sweetheart. If ever a man ignited your desire to cuddle them, it was him. Something about him made you squishy and soft, and while normally you’d squash that instinct immediately, with him you were hesitant to follow through on that. 

In the first place, you had no idea how he felt about you. Up to this point, you’d been wallowing in your one-sided crush on a man who was likely emotionally unavailable in that sense. Not that you blamed him. After all he’d been through, he needed to do what he needed to do for him and you would never begrudge him that. 

In the second place, there was the not so little matter of you. You weren’t armed with potentially lethal sexiness like Natasha, or waif-like and twee like Wanda. You didn’t have illusions, not once in the history of ever had you been anyone’s first choice. Not that that really mattered anymore. Thanks to therapy and working on yourself, you were strong in your own sense of self and mostly unbothered by how other people perceived you or responded to you. 

It’s still unclear to you how a question tossed out so flippantly resulted in you standing in a crowded subway car to the Village with the Winter Soldier pressed in behind you like the most menacing and unreasonably hot shadow possible, but you had to admit, his henley, boots, and jeans combo coupled with his long hair, bright eyes, and stubble, was a thirst trap in every practical sense. 

So much for the relaxing afternoon you’d had planned. Now you’d be spending it focusing on keeping your libido from taking over your tongue and releasing your mortifyingly acute crush on such an unsuspecting victim. 

You two had made some smalltalk on the way to the salon, the brisk afternoon breeze refreshing after the stuffy train ride. 

You’d told him about needing to change from your winter to your summer color palette on your tips and toes, and he’d nodded along dutifully, glancing at your sandaled feet. The squinting  look of confusion and vague consternation never really left his face. 

He held the door as you entered the building, likely a reflex but you thanked him all the same. If you blushed a little, you could chalk it up to the sun exposure. 

“Chào các bạn,” you greeted the ladies as you walked into the salon. You’d been coming here for years, longer than you’d been with the Avengers even, so this place was a regular haunt for you. Because of the time of day, the place was mostly empty except for the staff, all of whom were sweet and very curious about your tagalong. 

“You speak Vietnamese?” Bucky questioned over the chattering as he watched you interact with your friends. 

“Sure,” you replied with a shrug and a smile. “Learned it for just this reason, actually. I like talking to folks and meeting new people.” He nodded, but it was hard to tell if he was still confused or slightly impressed. Then a stroke of genius struck you fast and hard. “Have you ever had a pedicure?” 

The wide blue eyes and quick wash of pallor as the blood left his face before coalescing in his cheeks made you laugh openly. “N-no?” 

The slight stutter of terror didn’t miss you at all. “You want one?” His response of blinking and not much else. “It doesn’t hurt.” 

“But-but, my toes.” It was hard to parse out the source of his exact concern, but he sounded like a little kid being asked to give up his beloved blanky for a quick stint in the laundry. His furrowed brow and hint of a pout made you want to kiss him all over his face and hold him while you reassured him. Admirably, you kept your hands and lips to yourself.

“Will have the time of their life, trust me.” You hoped your smile was reassuring, ”C’mon, it’ll be fun. Certainly more fun than just sitting in the lobby waiting for me to get done. Plus, it’ll be on me. I think you’ll like it.” 

His skeptical look followed him over his shoulder as he was led across the room to the pedi chairs and you were taken over to a table to begin your regular ritual. 

“Cut down?” your nail tech asked as she removed your electric purple gel polish a finger at a time. 

“Please,” you confirmed, though your attention was firmly across the room as Bucky was directed to take off his boots and roll up his pant legs to the knees. They were, unsurprisingly, just as sexy as the rest of him. He looked thoroughly flummoxed and out of his depth, but played along gamely. 

“He’s cute,” she observed in Vietnamese as she carried on flawlessly with her task. All the other techs in the room chimed in with agreements and additional praises for everything from his ‘pretty eyes’ to ‘big, sexy body’. If he only knew how in depth these ladies appreciated his form, he’d probably pass out from embarrassment. 

“Very,” you agreed with a smile, heat suffusing your cheeks totally unbidden. You feared that if he looked over right then, he’d know immediately that you were talking about him, but alas, nothing to be done. 

“Is he your boyfriend?” 

Your snorted giggle was wholly unintentional. “Don’t I wish. He’s not, unfortunately, but I totally would take him if he asked.” 

That answer perked up your tech considerably. “Ooh, that’s too bad. Does that mean he’s single?” 

You shook your head, doing your best not to grimace. “No.” It was hard not to sound petulant, but it was true. “I think he’s seeing someone.” At least, if the amount of Sharon Carter sightings you’d had in his vicinity were anything to go by. That woman was doing her best to hang off him like a poorly fitted suit. 

“Lucky them, I guess.”

“You have no idea.” You shook your head with a sad smile. “The things I would do to have him look at me… see me like that? I’d be an absolute menace. But alas.” You sighed wistfully and shrugged, admiring your fresh overlays as they cured. 

“Pity.” She patted your hand in sympathy before hauling out a massive set of polish color swatches. “Still, it’s good to have a friend, yes?”

“It is.” You nodded as you flipped through the selection to the glitter contingent. “This one please.” You handed her back the swatch for her to pull your color, when something caught your eye. 

It was blue. Bright, metallic blue with turquoise flakes that shimmered like the sun on the open seas. You looked at it and smiled, immediately thinking of the man across the room. “Actually, I have an idea.”

Bucky was still in the pedi chair by the time your hands were done, so you bopped on over to sit at an adjacent work station. His demeanor was lightyears away from the fearful one he’d had coming in, kicked back with eyes closed in utter bliss, his legs wrapped in hot towels and receiving a hot stone massage. “You good, Barnes?”

“Best I’ve been in a while, actually,” he confirmed without opening his eyes, a lazy grin unfurling across his lips. “I feel like you’ve been holding out on me. This is absolute heaven.” 

You took a moment to make eye contact with the tech working on him and handed off the bottle of polish you’d brought over with you. Her startled expression when she’d uncapped the shiny goodness made it difficult to stifle your laughter, but in the end, she just shrugged and nodded. 

“I’m glad you think so. What are you thinking about doing after this?” 

He shrugged. “Hadn’t thought about it, really. Not in the mood to return to the Tower?”

“Not especially.” You watched as the tech applied the bright blue polish with deft, practiced strokes and hit the nails with the UV lights to cure the polish quickly. “You got something in mind?”

“There’s a great Italian place not too far from here on Broome, just off of Mulberry. You wanna go?”

“James Barnes, are you asking me on a date?” your intention to keep your tone teasing and low stakes was entirely undone by your sudden breathlessness. In a bazillion years, this is not how you would have seen your afternoon going. 

“I might be.” Eyes that shimmered like moondust met yours, a tender, playful grin spread across his lips which did nothing at all to improve your breathing situation. “You interested?”

“You better say yes!” Nancy, the manager hollered across the salon from the front desk. 

“If you don’t, I definitely will!” your traitorous nail tech supplied. The rest of the girls in the place all chimed in with various levels of encouragement and teasing. 

“Give me a second to breathe, dang!” You couldn’t stop laughing, both from the giddyness in your chest and the exuberant chaos erupting in the salon. “I’m working on it.”

“Whaddya say, cutie?” 

Your face felt like it was on fire as much from the sudden nickname as it was from the whole room quieting down to await your answer. It was unnerving being so put on the spot, and yet, not enough to change your mind. “I like Italian,” you replied softly. 

“Alright then.” 

Bucky smiling was a rarity that you cherished. The way he beamed in that moment though, was a fricking revelation. It was a good thing you were already sitting down, because that would have absolutely taken out your knees otherwise. 

Once his nail tech turned him loose, he leaned down to put his socks back on, pausing with a puzzled look on his face before carrying on with his task. You’d expected him to freak out or at least have some questions, so his silence on the matter of his newly adorned toes was a bit disconcerting. You weren’t going to bring it up unless he did, though. 

You pulled your wallet out as you went up to the front to settle your bill. It was a bit pricier than you’d anticipated, but seeing the smile on Bucky’s face and spring in his step was more than worth the extra cost. 

“Cảm ơn bạn vì tất cả mọi thứ,” Bucky told Nancy as you signed off on the credit card slip, and you almost tossed the pen. 

“I’m sorry, what?” The blood drained from your head at a speed so fast it left you dizzy. You had absolutely no control of the way your jaw practically unhinged as it dropped open in shock.

Instead of answering you, he turned to address the rest of the room who were watching with undisguised curiosity. “I appreciate everything you did this afternoon. You are all too sweet.” Turning back to you like he hadn’t just set off the verbal equivalent of an incendiary device, he offered you his arm. “You ready, sweetheart?”

Shutting your mouth with an audible click, you nod mutely. In fact, you don’t manage to speak until you’re at least half a block down the street. “You never told me you speak Vietnamese.” 

The smug smirk and equally sexy wink about ended you on the spot. “You never asked.”

[ultfreakme]

Jay is the heart of the Jay-Jon-Nia "Love Triangle", not Jon.

The external premise of the JayJonNia dynamic as we've been told in promotions and such is that Jay & Nia are vying for Jon's affections. The general DC fandom is also taking this as the conclusion since Jay loves Jon, and Nia also has feelings for Jon. The existence of these romantic feelings immediately makes people think this is going to be some tug-of-war for Jon's attention but that is not the source of their current tension at all.

The reason these three are fighting is because of Gamorra.

Gamorra is what brought these three together, and it is what's splitting them apart. Saving Gamorra was where ALL of them debuted as superheroes in the comics. This was Nia's first introduction to the mainline story, Jay's suit debuted here, and Jon's first big superhero mission was this.

It is a significant place for them as heroes but also personally as people because it's Jay's home.

If you remember this interaction, it stated with Nia showing up, explaining that if they don't stop Bendix, the entire Justice League would be in trouble, and Jon & Nia jumping to go save Gamorra alone.

Then Jay slows both of them down and says this:

Jay is advocating for Gamorra's autonomy and this speech then becomes the crux of the issue.

Jay explains to Jon & Nia that they can't fight FOR Gamorra, but they can fight with it. He constantly speaks for his country's rights. He started all of this for his country. So when I say Gamorra is the reason they are where they are, it also very much means JAY is why they are all where they are.

Jon & Nia's failure to understand the importance of autonomy, the necessity for intersectionality and knowing their own limits landed them here.

Nia has good intentions but she doesn't have the power. Physically yes, but systematically, she was a new, young hero with little experience. But her belief in her own physical powers led her to making some....bad choices.

She obviously didn't want to work for Waller but accepting any sort of deal with her was a bad move. Jon warned her, she didn't listen. Afterthought gave her his premonition, she ignored it. In her efforts to protect Parthas she couldn't see far ahead enough to understand what she will have to put to the slaughter to save her own home. Jay wanted teamwork, he went into this with that, but Nia and Jon have a bad habit of taking everything on themselves.

Jon is just as bad. That lecture from Jay was directed specifically at Jon and all of SOKE was Jay showing Jon that he isn't alone. He keeps trying to give Jon community, get him more involved in ground-level work, and tries to show him that even if he is Superman, he needs a place to rest. Jon's penchant for doing everything alone means he's also shortsighted about who's the wrongdoer, and how systematic violence works.

SOKE starts with Jon worrying about how Superman can't punch dictatorships, oligarchs, corruption or pollution. Then we're introduced to Jay, a reporter whose main goal in the story is explaining that Jon doesn't have to do it alone, and that these things take time.

Jay wanted teamwork, he went into this with that, but Nia and Jon have a bad habit of taking everything on themselves. He is their glue, he gave these two direction when they were fumbling in their new roles as heroes.

Nia

Then it all goes to shit and Gamorra is colonized once more.

Nia is deeply, painfully aware that she fucked up big time by the end of Dream Team. She keeps trying to scaffold the damage and fix things but the train has left the station a long time ago. All she can so by the end of it is watch, while still somehow trying to be the hero she desperately wants to be.

And this all leads to Nia taking her most direction action to suppress Jay when she could've genuinely made a different choice; the chase in the forest.

In Nia's eyes, she can't be forgiven or be the hero she wants to be unless she fixes this for Jay. She asks JAY for forgiveness, she tries to explain herself to him, she tries and tries from Ground Zero all the way up to Secret Six, where she's only really talking to Jay throughout the run. Jon is the one giving justifications and explanations, Nia doesn't try to explain herself, but she does want to get Jay justice. The run opens with Nia's guilt about Jay, it's eating her alive. She'd go so far as to kill for him! She doesn't give a shit what Jon would think (she does, she cares but not enough to stop her), she's said it plain as day in Absolute Power.

Nia is here, to appeal to Jay and earn some kind of absolution for what she was involved in. She cares about Jon, has feelings for him, but ultimately, his acceptance isn't what she wants.

Jon

This is obvious. Jon is deeply in love with Jay. From the moment they met, Jay gave him direction, purpose, and most of all, safety. Jon was desperate for someone to not treat him like a ghost or a tragedy, and Jay was it. He didn't love him for Superman, he always called him out, he debated with him, affirmed him, and generally engaged with Jon without any duplicity.

Jon has been living a life of lies, hiding and manipulation. The first 9 years of his life, he lived under a different name- Jon White. Then turns out his dad's Superman. The move to a new town and turns out everyone there is an alien who have been used to control Jon by Manchester Black. Then his kryptonian grandfather comes in and starts talking strangely about who he is. He gets lost in space and is under the thumb of a deeply emotionally abusive man for years. Then he gets used as a weapon by having his brain hijacked.

Point is, Jon has control issues and trust issues. He needs people to be direct with him and he needs to be in control of a situation. Jay provides him this with ease.

It is canon text that Jay is the only thing that makes sense for Jon. He is his home, his side is the only side he will ever take, and through Super Son, we see that no matter what Brainiac Queen or Nia did to his mind, he will always, ALWAYS remember Jay Nakamura because he is at the core of who Jon Kent is.

Jon wants Nia in his life, he wants to know her and he loves her in his own way but ultimately, she is not who he looks to for direction.

Nia was inside Jon's brain crafting dreams for him to hold onto, and every single time, Jon turned to her and went "where is Jay?". He would actually let his mind collapse over losing Jay.

And Jay proves this trust right every time! Nia wanted to secretly kill Waller? He told Jon the second he found a chance to do so. Jay has never let Jon think he could ever reconcile with Nia. He is clear about how much he hates her even if Jon himself disapproves. Jon is unhappy about this but he WANTS this honesty. Hell his need for control and clarity is so far gone that he has been snooping on Jay's laptop!

Nia and Jon, in this event, have both set each other's approval and acknowledgment aside for one person and that is Jay.

Jay doesn't care for their acknowledgement. He never tries to make himself palatable to appeal to them. He comes as he is and if they have an issue, they can fuck off. Jay is the one being chased here.

So yes there is a love triangle here, but not in the way anyone expects.

[dixons-sunshine]

Yielding Isn't My Middle Name—Chapter Two | Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Chapter Summary: You and Daryl get a little bit more insight on your ambushers. The leader, Liam, is extremely suspicious, but you just can't figure out why. And to top it off, a certain secret of yours gets revealed that changes everything.

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of injuries.

Word count: 3.6k.

A/n: It's finally done. I powered through and got it done. Yay me! However, this chapter is pretty boring with limited action, but I hope y'all like this nonetheless!

Taglist: @dixons-girl89, @jupiter1700, @enlightndone, @shadowcitrine, @ddamm (comment/DM/inbox to be added!)

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“I know, it's a lot to take in at first.” With a grand gesture and a big, inviting smile, Liam proudly showed off the beautiful landscape behind him, putting all of the luxuries they had on display for you and Daryl to see—well, as far as luxuries could go in a world ran by the undead. “But I promise you, as soon as you get settled into your new...” There was a slight pause before he continued. “...chambers, a wonderful life most certainly awaits you.”

The leader's voice barely reached your ears. The whole scenario baffled you; if they wanted you to join their community, why feel the need to ambush and kidnap you? Why tie you up and throw you in the back of a van, with a sack over your head to obscure your vision, most likely as a way to ensure you didn't know what turns they took? And why wouldn't they just ask you whether or not you wanted to join the community in the first place?

A million thoughts ran with the speed of light through your mind, but there was one thing you knew for sure; you didn't trust this Liam guy, and you certainly didn't trust this community. You could immediately tell that something was off. You couldn't figure out just yet what about it unnerved you so much.

“Dave, Marco.” At the sound of their names being called, the two guys who stood beside you and Daryl perked up, their backs straightening as they regarded their leader. “Make sure that the cooks make enough food for our newest additions. And,” he began, looking at you with a sympathetic look in his eyes. Whether it was real or not, you didn't know yet. “Call up doctor Miller and tell him to expect two patients.”

“Why two?” one of the goons questioned. He looked at Daryl in disgust, something that irked you beyond belief. “Only the sexy lady here seems like she needs it.”

From the corner of your eye, you could clearly see Daryl tense up. To the untrained eye, they wouldn't even have noticed the way the archer's body language shifted, but you caught it. Of course you caught it. You knew Daryl better than anyone, and you knew that he was getting more pissed off by the second. One wrong move, and that man was more dead than the monster's that roamed the earth.

“Jesus, Dave,” Liam reprimanded him, clicking his tongue and shaking his head in disappointment. “You knocked the guy out with some hardcore stuff. We don't know how much of the fumes he inhaled. I don't want to take any chances. Our guests need to be properly checked out.”

Dave grumbled something under his breath, but ultimately agreed. However, right before he and the other man, who you assumed to be Marco, walked off in the direction of a small building, he stopped next to Liam and whispered something in his ear. The leader nodded before waving him off. They left and soon disappeared, and your attention quickly got drawn to the leader again.

Liam turned back to regard you and your husband. His lips formed into a tight smile, his eyes squinting with the pull of the muscles. For some reason, the action sent a shiver up your spine, and definitely not the good kind you'd experience when Daryl softly traced his fingers over your back. You had a lot to be wary of, and this Liam guy certainly didn't make a very good first impression on you or Daryl. You were sure that your husband wanted to lunge at the man and pound his face into the ground with his bare hands, and you definitely didn't blame him. You wanted to do the exact same thing.

Liam motioned to someone over your shoulder. In moments, somebody was grabbing at your shoulders and hoisting you up onto your feet. You stumbled a bit, not tumbling back to the ground only because Liam stepped forward to steady you. You instantly jerked back, moving away from his touch. You would've punched him for even thinking of touching you when he was the reason you were probably light-years away from your friends and family, but the rope tightly binding your hands stopped you from doing so.

You heard grunting coming from behind you. You spun around and saw the same goon practically manhandling your husband, forcing him up to his feet. When Daryl struggled against his hold, the man decided that punching him would be a good decision. The sight of Daryl being knocked back down to the gravel unleashed a certain protectiveness in you, and you took a warning step forward.

“You stay the fuck away from him, and keep your goddamn hands to yourself!” you yelled in anger, moving over to your husband and sinking down to your knees beside him. You thanked your lucky stars that your hands were bound in front of you and not behind your back, because it allowed you to trace your fingers over his face, searching for any bleeding. “Baby—”

“M'alrigh',” Daryl mumbled, glaring up at his attacker, his eyes alight with the fire of a thousand suns. “Asshole punches like a girl. No offense, Peach.”

You gave him a small smile. “None taken.” You helped him sit back up with a lot of effort, your hands straining against the rope and getting rope burn in the process. You clambered up onto your knees and carefully stood up, struggling to maintain your balance. Daryl followed your lead, and soon the two of you were stood in front of the leader.

Liam gazed at the two of you thoughtfully, his face unreadable. His green eyes flickered between you and Daryl for a moment too long for your liking before he readapted his smile. “Sorry about that, mate,” he began, his gaze landing on Daryl before moving over to the goon that had just attacked Daryl a few moments prior. “Peter just doesn't know how to behave himself.” The aforementioned man cowered under his leader's gaze, something you instantly picked up on and locked in the back of your mind. “Don't worry, he'll be punished appropriately.”

“Sir, please, I'm so—”

“Save it,” Liam snapped, glaring at the man harshly. “You know the rules, Peter. All actions have consequences. Those are the rules. If I ease up on you, the next person will expect me to do so and order will be disrupted.” He stopped for a few moments, simply staring at Peter with an unreadable look in his eyes. “You are dismissed. I expect you to be in my office in two hours. If you're not, well, you know what will happen.”

Whether that last part was a warning or a threat, you didn't know. However, what you did know was that for whatever reason, this Peter guy was deathly terrified of his leader. He visibly slumped and averted his eyes from everyone as he hurried away, practically bolting as if being chased by something.

Now being left alone with Liam, your eyes locked with the man's green ones. You couldn't quite place your finger on it, but there was something wrong with the man in front of you. He reminded you a lot of the Governor, the more you thought about it, but at the same time, he was different. It annoyed you to no end that you couldn't quite figure out exactly what about the green-eyed man made you feel cautious.

Well, his men ambushed and kidnapped you and your husband, so that was a pretty good place to start.

“Once again, I am so incredibly sorry about that,” Liam started, his face adapting a look of sympathy. “Peter is a rather new addition to my ‘police force’, so to speak. He hasn't quite learned that we don't resort to violence unless it's an absolute necessity.” He stopped for a second, looking at you before sighing. “Miss, I truly am sorry about what Peter did to you as well. Please excuse me for saying this again, but you do look like shit.”

You couldn't understand what this man's deal was. Merely a few minutes ago, while he was surrounded by multiple of his men, he had seemingly mocked you about the injuries you had sustained. However, now he was apologizing and being sympathetic? What was this man's motive?

“Now, Daryl and Y/N, I believe?” Liam began, successfully gaining confused and guarded looks from both you and your husband.

“How the hell do ya know tha'?” Daryl barked defensively, straightening his back to appear larger—almost as if he was facing a bear.

Liam's lips twitched up into a small wicked smirk at the archer, but he very quickly disguised it with a welcoming smile. “I know a lot of things, mate.” He shrugged his shoulders and motioned to the farmland surrounding you. “I need to know things to keep my people safe. They depend on me, you know?”

“Still doesn't answer my goddamn question,” Daryl practically growled, taking a threatening step towards the man. “How the fuck do ya know our names?”

Liam didn't falter under the Dixon man's harsh glare. If anything, he straightened his posture and met Daryl head-on, his height adding an advantage over the archer. However, having known your husband for a long time, you knew it was time to intervene before he started a fight he wouldn't be able to finish. His hands were tied and Liam had who knows how many people to back him up. The two of you were heavily outnumbered and outgunned.

“Daryl,” you called to him softly, raising your tied hands to gently grip his shoulder. “I really don't think that's the thing we should be concerned about right now. It doesn't matter if he knows our names. What matters is that we have to get the fuck out of here. We do that by playing along for now,” you mumbled into his ear, quiet enough to not alert Liam of your plan.

Daryl glared at the leader of the community for a few moments longer before stepping back, sharing a determined look with you. You gave him a small smile before turning back to Liam, regarding the green-eyed man with a strained, fake smile.

“I'm sorry about him,” you began, your voice sickeningly sweet. You were taking a page out of Carol's book—you were playing the wolf in sheep's clothing, biding your time until you and Daryl could strike back. You could only hope that your earlier outburst towards Peter wouldn't be used to call your bluff. “It's just that we weren't brought here under the friendliest circumstances. And now you know our names and it's a bit creepy. He's being wary.”

“For good reason,” Liam replied with a nod, motioning for you and Daryl to follow him. You shared a look with Daryl before following behind the man, Daryl following close behind. “You can't be sure about the dangerous pricks that are out there.”

“Ironic, ain't it?” Daryl grumbled lowly, glaring at Liam through his hair as the two of you followed behind the leader. He received a slight jab to his stomach from your elbow, and he let out a soft grunt.

“You see, that's why we built this place.” Liam walked on and motioned to the fields on his left. There were multiple people working on the crops; some watering, some picking, and some planting. You couldn't be completely sure, but you swore you saw a faint glint of metal wrapped around most of the workers' legs. Were you just out of it from the pain in your head, or were those shackles?

“Well, built is the wrong word. We found this farm back when everything first went to shit. The crops and the farmhouse were luckily still standing. We... expanded, so to speak. We built the walls to keep the flesh eaters out and built more homes on the property to house our growing population.” He stopped and turned back to you and Daryl. “I hope you don't mind, but you'll have to stay in the farm house with me for the time being. We're busy building new homes but it won't be ready for another couple of weeks, maybe months.”

“Jus' one question 'fore we decide,” Daryl began, stepping forward. “Why'd ya have to bring us here by force? Why didn't ya jus' ask us to come here instead of kidnappin' us?”

Liam stared at Daryl with a blank expression on his face. His face didn't give anything away, and it unnerved you beyond belief. However, he soon gave the two of you yet another smile. You were genuinely starting to wonder if his face was starting to hurt from the excessive amount of smiling.

“There's a reason for everything, champ. However, not everyone is allowed to know my reasonings to the things I do. That's reserved for the people I trust. But do know that I did it for your own goods. Between you and me, that entire building was surrounded by flesh eaters. You most certainly would've died without my men.”

“Wha' the hell do ya know 'bout—”

“Sir? I'm so sorry to interrupt you, but Dr Miller is ready for the new arrivals,” a small, timid woman spoke up, gaining the attention of you, Daryl and Liam.

“Ah, Mariah,” Liam spoke, nodding at her in greeting. He turned back to you and Daryl, using his hand to motion towards the woman. “Please follow her to Dr Miller. He'll make sure to patch you up and ensure you're fit and ready for tomorrow.” He walked a few steps backwards and clapped his hands twice. “Welcome to Sunny Meadows! Come meet me in the farm house once you're done.”

With that, he turned around and stalked off, leaving you and Daryl alone with the woman, Mariah. The aforementioned woman turned to look at the two of you. She was nervously fidgeting with her hands, her posture slouched and her eyes couldn't decide whether to focus on you, your husband, your wounds, the ropes tying your hands together, or the ground. You were confused by her obvious fear towards you. What people was she used to dealing with? Did she really think that you were going to hurt her?

“Please follow me,” she stammered out with a nervous squeak, turning around and speeding off into the direction of the very same building those other men, Dave and Marco, had disappeared into earlier.

You hesitantly started following her. Daryl grumbled and followed your lead, glaring at any person who dared to lock eyes with him. You had to withhold your chuckles at your husband, knowing that it was neither the time nor place for that. Under normal circumstances, you'd laugh at your husband's antics. But not now. Not when your main priority was getting the hell out of that place.

You soon arrived at the makeshift medical building. You followed her in, taking in the pure doctor-like feel of the building. If you didn't know any better and somebody had blindfolded you and brought you here, you would've believed that this was a legitimate doctor's office. But you did know better.

A man, who you presumed to be this doctor Miller character everyone was talking about, placed a syringe down on the table and gave you all inviting smiles. “Welcome!” he greeted you enthusiastically—and rather loudly, too. You winced at the sound, being painfully reminded of the incessant throbbing in your skull. “You both look rather terrible. Who should I focus on first?”

“Owen,” Mariah began in a soft voice. “If I may, maybe the woman? She took quite the beating.”

“Peter?” the doctor inquired, shaking his head and sighing when Mariah nodded. “That man has sent more patients my way than any scavenging trip accident has. I don't even know why your husband still keeps him around.”

Wait, husband? Liam was Mariah's husband? Then why was he treating her like that? Why was she so scared of him? A million different possibilities ran through your mind for the obvious fear the woman held towards her husband, and none of them were good. Daryl's ocean coloured eyes locked with your eyes. He visibly shared the same confusion as you. However, the doctor's orders caught your attention.

“Mariah, is it really necessary to have their hands tied? I can see the irritation from here. Please remove their binds.” Doctor Miller stopped for a moment, regarding you and Daryl with a thoughtful look. “Sir, ma'am, speaking from experience, please don't try to run or attack once those binds are removed. Whenever there's a new addition, the walls are very guarded. You'll be shot instantly.”

Mariah gingerly removed the ropes from your arms and tried to remove Daryl's. However, your husband flinched back at the foreign touch, making the woman confused. You simply gently pushed her aside and moved over to him, starting to untie his binds. This time, Daryl stood still, and in no time at all, his hands were freed. He rubbed his wrists, the rope burns visible.

“Alright,” the doctor started. “Ma'am, please lay down on the bed. I'll tend to you shortly. Sir, you may take a seat on that chair next to the bed while you wait.”

You looked out of the window and weighed your options. However, the doctor wasn't lying; there were multiple guards patrolling the walls in the distance. There also were guards walking up to the makeshift medical building, most likely being sent to ensure you and Daryl didn't try anything.

You had no other option. You had to continue playing along.

You slowly walked over to the bed and laid down. Daryl hesitantly plopped himself down on the chair next to the bed, his eyes darting around the room. He was clearly trying to think of an escape plan, but he wasn't succeeding.

“Alright,” Doctor Miller began, walking out of the side room and rolling a machine out with him.

You instantly knew what that machine was. “No, doctor, you can't. No, don't—”

“Woah, woah, woah.” Daryl stood up from the chair and glared at the doctor, his mind instantly assuming the worst at your reaction. “The hell is tha'?”

“Sir, please relax.” Mariah walked up to the side of the bed, grabbing a tube of some sort of gel from the drawer. “We have some new equipment we've been wanting to test out. We found this ultrasound machine yesterday. We just want to test it out and make sure it works.”

Your heart stopped beating. All at once, thoughts of your unborn baby flooded your mind. You couldn't believe that you had forgotten about the fact that you were pregnant. With everything that happened, your mind neglected to remind you of that pivotal fact. And now everyone was going to know, including your husband who you had yet to tell.

“Doc, I don't think that's a good idea,” you warned him, pleaded with him, but the man didn't listen.

“Nonsense. This'll be over before you know it. It won't hurt, I promise you.”

“Ma'am, can I lift your shirt?” Too frozen to answer her, you simply stared. Deciding for you, Mariah lifted your shirt a bit and opened the tube with the gel. “This might be a bit cold.”

The cold was the least of your worries. You had taken quite the beating. What if your baby was hurt? What if your baby was dead? What if the doctor couldn't find a heartbeat? All of those thoughts flooded your mind, so much so that you barely heard Daryl talking to the doctor.

“Why does she need'a do tha'? Can't some other chick do this?”

“I was going to ask someone to come in today to test it, but she's here now. Might as well get it out of the way.” Doctor Miller started with the exam, placing the object on your stomach and moving it around. At first, the screen didn't pick up a thing, and that made you want to cry. However, the steady thumping of a heartbeat could soon be heard, and a small figure appeared on the screen.

“Oh, wow. That's a strong heartbeat,” Doctor Owen Miller told you with a smile, the ultrasound depicting a growing baby. “Congratulations, you two.”

Your heart was attempting to jump out of your chest. It was amazing to you that the little blob on the screen would soon develop into a baby, your baby. You would pick out their name and scavenge for things for your little one, and you're sure Daryl would—

Oh, god. Daryl.

Slowly looking over to your left, you locked eyes with your husband. Instead of finding the love, affection and adoration that usually swam in his ocean coloured eyes, you found something else. You found anger, shock, worry, but above all else? You could see a renewed sense of determination in his eyes.

The archer was pissed at you for hiding your pregnancy and convincing him to let you wander beyond the walls, but he couldn't think about that. He had to get you to safety, away from these monsters. He had to keep you and your unborn baby safe.

The doctor should've heeded your warning. The doctor never should've insisted to take an ultrasound. Because of doctor Owen Miller, Daryl Dixon was determined. Daryl Dixon was going to tear that whole place apart, and anyone who dared to lay a finger on you would meet an agonizing end.

The people of Sunny Meadows were going to pay.

©dixons-sunshine 2024. I do not give permission for my works to be copied, modified, adapted or translated to any other site or platform without evidence of my given consent.

[elliecore4eva]

The Weight of Words We Can't Take Back

pairing: asshole! ellie x Joel’s adoptive daughter!reader

Summary : You’re Joel’s adoptive daughter, living in Jackson, Ellie and you have been dating for 2 years and everything’s going well until it isn’t causing Ellie to snap and give you the silent treatment.

Genre: Angst/Fluff

Warnings: Angst, Mean Ellie and the silent treatment + fluff at end.

Very Mean! Ellie x Sunshine! Reader coded.

Requests open!

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The Tipsy Bison buzzed with its usual evening crowd when everything fell apart. You and Ellie had been together long enough - two years of shared breaths, stolen kisses, and promises whispered under starlit skies - that everyone in Jackson knew you as a unit. The sunny-natured girl who'd stolen Joel's heart and his brooding, fierce adopted daughter. A perfect balance, they said.

Until tonight.

It started with patrol routes, like many of your arguments did. But this was different. The mountain pass had claimed three lives last month - good people, experienced fighters. The kind of loss that left holes in Jackson's tight-knit community.

"I'm taking the mountain route tomorrow," Ellie announced over your shared plate of Seth's famous fries. Her tone was casual, but you knew that set of her jaw. "There's been infected activity reported, and I'm the best shot we've got."

Your heart dropped. "El, no. Maria specifically said that route's off-limits until the snow melts. Even Dad agreed—"

"Joel doesn't make my decisions," she cut in, that familiar defensive edge creeping into her voice. "And neither do you."

"This isn't about making decisions," you countered, trying to keep your voice level. The couple at the next table was already stealing glances. "It's about being smart. Being safe. What happened to Danny and the others—"

"Happened because they weren't prepared!" Her voice rose slightly. "I'm different. I'm immune, remember? If anything goes wrong—"

"Being immune doesn't make you bulletproof!" The words burst out louder than intended. A hush fell over the nearby tables. "What about last summer? When you came back half-dead because you thought you could handle that bloater alone?"

"That was different—"

"No, it wasn't! You spent three weeks in the infirmary. I had to watch while you—" Your voice cracked. "While you fought for your life because you're so damn determined to prove something!"

Ellie's eyes flashed. The whole bar had gone quiet now, watching the unfolding scene. "I don't need to prove anything. I need to do my job, which is protecting this place. Protecting you."

"And what about the people who love you? What about Dad? What about me?" You could feel tears threatening. "Do you have any idea what it does to us every time you throw yourself into danger?"

"Oh, that's rich," Ellie laughed, but it was a harsh sound. "Coming from Little Miss Sunshine herself. You think just because Joel took you in, because everyone loves your perfect, optimistic ass, you get to tell me how to survive? I was surviving long before you showed up with your fucking rainbows and happy endings!"

The silence in the bar was deafening. You saw Jesse start to rise from his seat at the bar, saw Dina's hand fly to her mouth. But Ellie wasn't done.

"You want to know something?" She stood up, her chair scraping against the floor. "Maybe I'm tired of pretending. Tired of playing house and family dinner and whatever the fuck this is. Maybe some of us don't get happy endings. Maybe some of us are just too fucked up, too broken to—"

"Ellie!" Joel's voice cut through the bar. He must have just walked in, but the look on his face said he'd heard enough.

But the damage was done. You stood slowly, your whole body shaking. The tears you'd been holding back spilled over, and for the first time since you'd known her, Ellie's face showed a flash of immediate regret.

"Y/N," she started, reaching for you, all the anger suddenly gone from her voice. "I didn't—"

"Fuck you, Ellie Williams," you whispered, the words foreign on your tongue. You never swore, never spoke with anything but kindness. But this - this was different. "Just... fuck you."

You ran. Past Joel's outstretched arm, past Dina's concerned face, past the whispers and stares. Out into the cold Jackson night, where the stars that usually held so much wonder now seemed to mock your tears.

That was the beginning of the silence.

[First Silent Treatment - Day One]

The morning after the fight, you woke up in your old room at Joel's. He hadn't said a word when you showed up crying, just opened his arms and held you like he did the day he found you - half-dead from infected, but still fighting. Still hoping.

You spotted Ellie at the stables during morning patrol assignments. Your heart did that familiar dance - leaping at the sight of her, then remembering why it shouldn't. She was gearing up, checking her bow with mechanical precision, when you approached.

"Ellie?" Your voice was soft, hopeful despite everything. You held out her favorite travel mug - black coffee, two sugars. A peace offering. "Can we talk about last night?"

She stiffened. You saw her fingers tighten on the bow, saw the muscle in her jaw jump. For a moment, something flickered in her eyes - pain, regret, longing. Then nothing.

She shouldered past you, the coffee untouched, leaving nothing but the ghost of her presence and the scent of pine needles that always clung to her clothes.

The mug slipped from your fingers, shattering on the stable floor. Jesse appeared from nowhere, already sweeping up the pieces.

"She didn't mean it," he said quietly, gathering ceramic shards. "Any of it. You should have seen her after you left. She punched a wall so hard she broke two fingers."

"Then why won't she talk to me?"

Jesse sighed, looking older than his years. "Because Ellie's got this way of punishing herself. And right now? She thinks hurting you is what she deserves."

[Second Silent Treatment - Day Two]

The greenhouse had always been your sanctuary. Today, the warmth felt stifling. You were replanting those strawberry seeds - the ones you'd been saving for the garden you and Ellie had planned behind your shared garage. Your shared everything, until now.

The door creaked. Your heart stopped.

Ellie stood there, looking lost in a way that made your chest ache. Dark circles under her eyes matched the bruises on her knuckles. She needed supplies - the greenhouse was the only source for certain medicinal herbs.

"The yarrow's fresh," you said, voice trembling slightly. "I... I remembered you were running low."

She moved like a ghost through the rows of plants, past the tomatoes you'd grown together, past the herbs she'd helped you name. When she reached the yarrow, her hand brushed yours. For a split second, electricity sparked between you.

"El," you breathed. "Please."

She yanked her hand back like she'd been burned. The door slammed behind her with such force that leaves trembled from nearby plants.

Dina found you crying among the strawberry sprouts.

"She's not sleeping," Dina said, sitting beside you. "Keeps walking past Joel’s house at night. I caught her standing there at 3 AM, just... staring at your window."

"I miss her," you whispered. "Even when she's right in front of me, I miss her."

[Third Silent Treatment - Day Three]

Family dinner at Joel's had been sacred for two years. Even during your worst fights, you'd both shown up, kept the peace for Joel's sake. But tonight, the empty chair beside you felt like an open wound.

Joel had made his famous venison stew - the one that always made Ellie smile, even on her darkest days. The bowl sat untouched before her empty seat.

The front door opened. Ellie stepped in, freezing when she saw you. Her hair was wet from patrol, her jacket dusted with snow. Something dark stained her sleeve - blood? Your heart lurched.

"You're hurt," you said, already standing.

She turned and fled, the door banging shut behind her.

"Goddammit," Joel muttered, throwing down his napkin. "Baby girl," he said to you, using the nickname that always made you feel safe. "Stay put. I'm gonna talk some sense into that stubborn—"

"No," you stopped him. "She's not ready."

He looked at you with sad eyes. "You're too good for this world, you know that?"

"That's what Ellie used to say."

[Fourth Silent Treatment - Day Four]

Movie night at the community center. Your heart was already in pieces, but seeing her walk in with Dina, deliberately avoiding your usual seats - it felt like those pieces were being ground to dust.

You'd found "Jurassic Park" - her favorite movie. Had planned to use it as a peace offering. Now you sat alone in the front row, the empty seat beside you a monument to everything falling apart.

Throughout the movie, you felt her eyes on you. Every laugh from the crowd made you think of her commentary during previous viewings. The way she'd squeeze your hand during tense scenes, even though she'd seen it a dozen times. How she'd whisper facts about dinosaurs in your ear, her breath warm against your skin.

Jesse found you in the projection room later, rewinding the film with shaking hands.

"This has to stop," he said, pulling you into a hug. "You're both drowning without each other."

"I don't know how to fix it," you sobbed into his shirt. "I don't know how to reach her when she won't even look at me."

"She looks at you all the time," he said softly. "You just can't see it because you're too busy looking at the ground. She watches you like she's dying of thirst and you're the last drop of water in the world."

[Fifth Silent Treatment - Day Five]

The final straw came when you took the mountain pass patrol - her route. The very thing that had started this whole mess. Maybe it was stupid, maybe it was reckless, but you needed to understand. Needed to know what drew her to these dangerous paths.

You didn't expect to find her there, perched on a ridge, watching your approach with wide eyes that quickly turned to fury.

"What the fuck?" She broke her silence at last, voice raw with disuse and emotion.

"What are you doing here?"

"The same thing you do," you answered steadily. "My job."

She moved toward you like an approaching storm. "You can't— This isn't—" She stopped, chest heaving. "You shouldn't be here."

"Neither should you."

Something broke in her expression. For a moment, you thought she might finally talk - really talk. Instead, she turned away, shoulders shaking.

"If you won't talk to me," you called after her, your voice carrying across the snow, "at least talk to Joel. We all miss you, El. Even if you don't miss us back."

You saw her pause, saw her hand come up to wipe roughly at her face. Then she was gone, leaving you alone with the wind and the weight of all the words you couldn't take back.

That night, after your confrontation on the mountain pass, the storm that had been threatening all week finally broke. You sat in your old room at Joel's, watching lightning illuminate the mountains where you'd seen Ellie hours before. The thunder reminded you of her - wild, unpredictable, earth-shattering.

A knock at your door. Joel.

"She's at the water tower," he said softly. "Been up there for hours in this rain."

"Let her freeze," you muttered, but your hands were already reaching for your coat.

"Before you go," Joel caught your arm, his eyes serious. "Found her in the garage earlier, starin' at that guitar you two fixed up together. She was cryin', baby girl. First time I've seen her."

Your heart clenched. "Dad—"

"Just listen. Remember when I found you? Half-dead in that old library, surrounded by infected but still readin' stories to those kids you'd protected?"

You nodded. It was the day that changed everything - the day you gained a father and, eventually, a love you never thought possible.

"Knew right then you were special. Same way I knew about Ellie. You two... you're like those strings on her guitar. Different notes, but they make something beautiful together. Even when one's out of tune."

The rain was freezing when you stepped outside, but you barely felt it. Your feet carried you to the water tower automatically - how many nights had you and Ellie spent up there, counting stars, sharing secrets, planning futures?

She was hunched at the edge, soaked to the bone, looking smaller than you'd ever seen her. Your approach wasn't quiet - it never was, she always teased you about that - but she didn't turn around.

"If you're here to yell at me," her voice was hoarse, "get in line. Pretty sure Joel, Jesse, and half of Jackson already have dibs."

"I didn't come to yell." You moved closer, careful, like approaching a wounded animal.

"I came because my stupid, stubborn girlfriend is sitting in a thunderstorm, probably catching pneumonia, and apparently being dramatic is contagious."

A sound escaped her - something between a laugh and a sob.

"You know what the worst part is?" She finally turned to look at you, her face streaked with rain and tears. "Every time I walked past you, every time I forced myself not to speak, not to reach for you... it felt like dying. Over and over again."

"Then why?" Your voice cracked. "Why put us both through this?"

"Because!" She stood suddenly, gesturing wildly. "Because I'm poison! Because everyone I love either dies or leaves or—" She choked on the words. "And then there's you. You with your sunshine smile and your stupid optimism and the way you make everyone fall in love with you just by existing. You're everything good in this fucking world, and I'm just... I'm just me."

"Just you?" You stepped closer, anger and love warring in your chest. "Just the girl who spent three weeks teaching the settlement kids how to read? Just the person who risks her life every day to keep everyone safe? Just the idiot who climbed through my window every night for a month because I had nightmares about the library?"

"That's different—"

"No, it's not! You want to know what I see when I look at you, Ellie Williams? I see the girl who hums while she cleans her guns. Who doodles dinosaurs in the margins of patrol reports. Who taught me to play guitar even though I'm terrible at it, and never once stopped smiling when I hit the wrong chord."

You were toe to toe now, both shaking from cold and emotion.

"I see the person who makes Joel laugh," you continued, poking her chest. "Who sneaks extra rations to Maria when she's working late. Who named every damn cat in Jackson and pretends not to care about them but always saves scraps from dinner."

"Stop—" she whispered, but you were on a roll.

"I see someone who survived hell and still manages to be gentle. Who acts tough but cries at sad movies. Who makes stupid puns just to see me smile. Who loves so fiercely it scares her."

"I see you, Ellie. All of you. The mean and the sweet and the broken and the healing. And I'm not going anywhere, so you can either keep pushing me away and make us both miserable, or you can kiss me in this stupid romantic rain and then come home before we both get sick."

For a moment, she just stared at you, water dripping from her eyelashes. Then her hands were in your hair, pulling you close with a desperation that took your breath away. The kiss tasted like rain and tears and coming home.

"I'm sorry," she breathed against your lips. "I'm so fucking sorry. For everything I said at the Bison, for pushing you away, for being such a—"

"Colossal idiot?"

"I was going to say ass, but yeah, that works too." She pressed her forehead to yours. "I love you. Even when I'm being impossible. Especially then, probably."

"Good," you murmured. "Because I love you. Even when you're giving me the silent treatment and making our whole family stress-eat Seth's cooking."

A genuine laugh bubbled out of her. "Dad stress-baked three pies yesterday. Three." You held up three fingers.

"I know. Dina and Jesse ate most of them while planning ways to lock us in a room together until we worked things out."

"Guess we saved them the trouble." You smiled looking into her eyes.

She pulled back slightly, her eyes serious. "I can't promise I won't get scared again. Or that I won't try to push you away when things get hard. But I can promise to try. To talk instead of run. To remember that you choose me, every day, even when I don't understand why."

"That's all I need." You brushed wet hair from her face. "That, and maybe a hot shower before we both turn into ice sculptures."

Later, wrapped in warm blankets in your shared garage Maria and Tommy gifted the two of you. Ellie traced the constellations of freckles on your shoulder - a habit you'd missed desperately these past five days.

"Hey," she said softly. "Remember what you said last month? About wanting to plant a garden?"

"The one with the strawberries? Yeah."

"I, uh, may have started it. During the... you know. When I couldn't talk to you. Figured if I couldn't say the words, I could at least grow something beautiful. Like you."

Your heart swelled. "Is that what you were doing in the greenhouse?"

"Among other things." She reached under the bed and pulled out a journal - one of her many. "I wrote to you. Every time I couldn't speak. Every time I saw you cry and hated myself for causing it. Want to read them?"

You took the journal with trembling hands.

"You sure?"

"Yeah," she smiled - that rare, soft smile reserved just for you. "After all, you're the only one who gets to see all of me, remember? The mean and the sweet and everything in between."

Outside, the storm had passed. Through the window, stars began to peek through clearing clouds - the same stars you'd spent countless nights naming together. And as you curled into Ellie's side, her heartbeat steady against your ear, you knew that some loves were worth the storm.

Even if they came with a side of dramatic water tower confessions and stress-baked pies.

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READ PART TWO HERE!

[elysianholly]

This fucking guy

My villain origin story is people claiming that Riley's biggest crime in the series was being boring. He wasn't just boring. He was a passive-aggressive chauvinist who the show bent over backward to defend. A while back on Reddit, I made a list of reasons why Riley sucks. This is that list, and I'm adding to it.

The only reason he punches Parker is because Parker is mouthing off about a girl Riley likes. Everything about this interaction suggests that Riley has heard him say similar before, and hasn't cared until the woman in question was someone he had a vested interest in.

He calls Buffy stupid for not wanting to date him (if this guy slid into your DMs and called you stupid for turning him down, lbr, this would not lead into a healthy, lasting romance)

He immediately puts himself in competition with Buffy. Even at his most inoffensive, he says things like "I don't even know if I could take you."

He has an inherently chauvinistic view of the world (established in The Initiative)

He is upset that Buffy had a significant relationship before she knew him and assumes Buffy boinked Angel in The Yoko Factor

He uses abuser language to excuse his shitty behavior like, "I love you so much I can't think straight."

He decides that Buffy doesn't love him all by himself

When he decides that Buffy doesn't love him, he confides in Xander and doesn't communicate his relationship issues with Buffy

He wants to help Buffy but only in jobs that are "manly." In No Place Like Home, for instance, he nopes out when Buffy suggests he help with the spell to identify what might be wrong with Joyce. Even if there wasn't a lot for him to do, he could, idk, stick around to be moral support for his partner who is trying to figure out what might be attacking her mother. That seems like a pretty standard partner thing to do.

He gets upset that Buffy "doesn't get all worked up over him" the way she did with Angel when "getting all worked up" in CONTEXT means "isn't constantly miserable."

He is sad boi at Buffy in OoMM for also prioritizing her mother's health after she believes Riley is healed rather than sticking around to play nursemaid

He wants Buffy to show emotion over Joyce at a time when Buffy literally cannot (if you've never had a parent in the hospital with a life-threatening illness, maybe you don't know that there are times/places to break down and "in the hospital" where you're supposed to be strong isn't one of them)

He doesn't care that his girlfriend's mother is sick, possibly with something life-threatening; he cares that he got to be the hero of the piece, the shoulder for Buffy to cry on. His only reaction to any of that was to be hurt that Buffy didn't respond the way he thought she should; no concern for her well-being or Joyce's, just Riley getting his feelings hurt because he wasn't the center of Buffy's universe or the rock for her to lean on when all went to pieces

This is further confirmed by the way he just doesn't mention Joyce's absence at all in As You Were. When he leaves Sunnydale, it's after Joyce has had a successful operation. He returns and she's not there and no questions? No condolences? It's because he doesn't care.

He doesn't ask about Buffy's death when she lets him know she died.

He starts separating himself from the Scoobies and then gets mad for not being included

He literally cheats on Buffy with vampire sex workers (there are people who say they were not sex workers, but in a show where monsters are metaphors, you have to be especially dense or willfully obtuse to not realize this is what they are)

Riley intentionally puts himself in a position where he might be killed or turned specifically to SPITE BUFFY, which demonstrates his lack of consideration for what she might have to do later if things go bad

Riley blames Buffy for being roofied by Dracula (again, monsters as metaphor)

He never apologizes or owns that he was unfaithful

He blames his infidelity on Buffy, actually

The first time Buffy learns Riley isn't happy, she's told she should've seen it, which is classic victim blaming and happens from Xander AND Riley (and a good amount of fans who want to excuse that behavior)

He is fine with torturing sentient creatures, and in fact had a stake made specifically so he could torture vampires without killing them

He goes behind Buffy's back all the time

Riley was not boring. If he were boring, he would be inoffensive. Dull to watch but not rage-inducing. But he is rage-inducing because, despite all the passive-aggressive gaslighting bullshit he gets away with, people in this fandom still believe he was "Buffy's best boyfriend." That she was to blame for the deterioration of this relationship. That he was the healthiest of the Buffyverse men. The show does, too. That's why Xander (Wh*don's mouthpiece) gives that sanctimonious little speech to Buffy (the audience in this case) in Into the Woods to scold us for not treating Riley better. Then they double down in As You Were to make Buffy fawn all over herself to let this gaslighting asshole off the hook for everything he put her through.

Riley's sin is not being boring. It's that he was actually awful. Wh*don himself once called Riley a "healthy relationship" for Buffy, and if that doesn't tell you something, there's no talking to you.

[zephyr-writesx]

Lucky Roux/Roo x (FTM) Reader (smut)

!!!!WARNING!!!!

NFSW WRITING, MDNI

I'm posting the first ever Lucky Roux smut on the internet hell yeah :3

ftm reader has had top surgery and hrt

i encourage more ppl to write about this big boi, he's literally so fricking cute!!! he reminds me of a hamster! i love him <333 ^w^

also warning:

cunt is used like once in the story

clit/bottom growth=dick/cock

your dick is called small/tiny in the story.

some cussing

no condom (wrap it b4 u tap it plz)

the term "good boy" is used

ok! now on with the story!

You and the cook of the Red Haired Pirates, Lucky Roux, had started dating a few months ago and things had been going well thus far… well everything except your sex life. Your darling boyfriend always got flustered when ever the other commanders made jokes or hinted at you and lucky being intimate. he would always change the subject when the guys tried to pry any details out of him or you. the truth is you two had yet to have sex yet.

you had a few ideas as to why such as A. he didn't want to make you uncomfortable or feel pressured B. he was afraid of hurting you (he is a lot bigger then you, both vertically and horizontally.) C. he's insecure about either his size or his body or both and fears getting rejected. D.(the one you hope is not true but you insecurities still think is a possibility) he isn't physically attracted to you.

you know in your heart the last theory isn't true but the though nags at you. you'd be lying if you said the lack of sex didn't affect you. every time you needed to satisfy you libido you'd imagine Lucky and the things you wanted to do with him, to him, and the things you wanted him to do to you. you imagined his large hands playing with your dripping hole, stroking your small cock, slowly inching one thick finger into your wet hole. And his mouth, the thought of his lips wrapped around your dick sucking while his tongue teased your tip had you cuming on your hand in under a minute. you tried to put your needs aside hoping Lucky would tell you in time but you were getting impatient and honestly a bit worried. the thought of him not finding you physically attractive still gnawed at your brain.

Today was when you were going to confront him about it and communicate your feelings!

you left Lucky a note on his nightstand the night before explaining that you wanted to talk after dinner (and that it wasn't a bad thing, that you just needed to ask him about something). you went about you day as usual but inside you were nervous beyond belief. you know that everything will be fine but the scary "what if's" keep pilling up in you head.

you head to your room immediately after dinner and clean yourself up as well as put on some cute lacy green boxers you got as a joke from Yassop (surprisingly they were fantastic quality and quite gorgeous) when you and Lucky started dating. you hoped that if the night when well you'd possibly, maybe, hopefully, get laid.

you dress in casual but cute clothes and as you stood looking in the full length mirror you smack you cheeks "you got this!" you say giving yourself a small pep talk. with everything in place you take a deep breath and leave your room and head towards Lucky's.

you enter his room as he's left it unlocked for you and notice that he isn't here yet. you walk over and sit on the end his massive comfy bed and make yourself comfortable while you wait. it only takes a few minutes before he casually walk in, but you notice his face show he's nervous. he shut the door behind him and locks it "don't want people interrupting us.. heh.." he says in awkwardly scratching the back of his neck. you shakily nod and pat the spot on the bed next you. he takes a seat and while looking at the floor asks "sooo what did you wanna talk about hun?" he says still to anxious to look you in the eyes, or look at you at all.

you take a deep breath and let it out slowly trying to calm your nerves. "Lucky, I know we haven't talk about this subject much but I like.. well i want to… i.. " you felt your nerves taking hold of you again so you took another breath and closed your eyes hoping the lack of vision would make you less anxious. "i would like to have.. well be intimate with you. if you'd like to of course id neverwanttomakeyouuncomfortab-" you began to ramble and you became more and more flustered. lucky quickly silenced you with a kiss.

as lucky leaned down into your kiss you eagerly leaned into him. the kiss got more heated as you cradled the side of his face guiding him further into the passionate kiss. soon your back was against the soft bed and lucky was leaning above you with your lips still locked. you felt Lucky's tongue swipe your bottom lip and you moaned ant the contact allowing him to enter. the kiss was messy but full of love and yearning. when you two parted both of you were flustered and panting. you were hungry for more.

"you've got no idea how long I've want to do that sweets." he said still panting. "you've no idea how long I've wanted you to do that love." you both giggled realizing you've both been holding back. "A-are you- i mean do you want to do more?" he asked his face painted pink. "absolutely, i want you, I've wanted you so bad for so long Lucky." you said as you looked at him with pleading eyes, longing for more. the words you spoke had Lucky's already rock hard cock twitching with need and excitement. "fuck" was all lucky said before he began kissing you again feverishly. his soft lips trailed down to your neck where he kissed, sucked, and gently bit, most definitely leaving mark for tomorrow. you couldn't care less about the marks you as you were to consumed in the pleasurable feeling of Lucky's lips on your skin.

you grasped his shirt and you bit your lip to attempted to muffle your needy moans. Lucky's lips trailed you your shirt. you readily pulled it over your head and threw it to the floor as Lucky kissed and marked his way down your body. as he reached the waistband of your bottoms he leaned up and admired your beauty. he adjusted himself so he was at the edge of the bed in front of you as he pulled you by the hips closer to the edge. the way he had just manhandled you turned you on and you let out a small breathy moan as you adjusted yourself. lucky looked toward you as he grabbed the waist band of your bottoms. "is this ok?" he ask as he softly caressed your hip. "yes, please more" you say flushed. Lucky swiftly removes your bottoms to reveal you cute lacy boxers in his signature green color. you hear his breath hitch as he tosses your bottoms to the side. he gently touches touches the soft lace at the waist with one hand while the other holds your hip sweetly. he lightly drags his fingers down the lace to right above your cunt. your cock twitches and you spread your legs farther apart so he can see the large wet spot on the green boxers.

Lucky brushes his fingers against the wet spot and up to your eager cock. you moan and buck your hips into his hand slightly, needing to feel more of his touch. Lucky was eager to feel more of you so he began taking of your boxers carefully, as if he was scared to rip them. once the boxers were off he dropped them with the rest of you clothes. he stopped to admire you, you face flushed, marks beginning to appear on your skin, your chest rising and falling as you pant, your eye full of lust and longing. "h-hey! it's not fair if im the only one naked. i want to see you too please." you said catching you breath. lucky chuckled "guess not huh." he said as he took off clothing. with lucky now naked you could clearly see his hard throbbing cock. he was above average and very girthy. you bit your lip thinking about how you'd fit something that thick inside of you. Lucky gave you a kiss on the forehead soothing you a bit as his hand traveled to your aching cock. his thick thumb covered your dick as he rubbed tight circles on your slick cock. you arched your back and grasped the sheets as you moan at the unexpected pleasure. "f-fuck Lucky, Baby, that feels so fucking good. keep touching me love. feels really good " you moaned.

you closed your eyes focusing on the pleasure as you panted. Lucky licked his lips, transfixed on your reactions and sounds. Lucky teased your soaked hole with one thick finger, circling your entrance before gently pushing in the tip. he eased his broad finger into you slowly as to not hurt you, but it also server to tease you more. you moaned at the stretch of his large finger. your patience running thin you pleaded "please, more, Lucky I need it.". as you finished your plea Lucky thrusts his finger into you all the way before pulling out to the tip and driving it back in. As he slowly yet powerfully fingered you he lowered his head and moved his thumb from your cock, but your whine of protest was cut short by a moan as his lips wrapped around your sensitive dick. he sucked and licked your small cock causing you to buck your hips but with his other arm he held your hips down preventing you from squirming. you felt the pleasure rise as he curled his finger upward and licked you cock. your pleasure built up more and more as he continued, you felt the knot in your abdomen tighten more and more until SNAP! you came nearly screaming his name with tears in the corners of your eyes. Lucky slowed his actions as you orgasmed to not overstimulate you. once you had begun to catch you breath he stopped and pull off of your cock and slowly inserted another finger stretching you out more. though you small dick was too sensitive for now, your hole could handle more.

You opened your eye to see Lucky's flushed face as he jerked his leaking cock. the flushed pink tip dripped precum as lucky continued stretching you out with his fingers. lucky used the precum to lube up his girthy cock as he jerked off. you were entranced by the sight before you, the man you love touching himself as you prepares you for his cock. your insides flutter around his fingers. "I'm gonna try to fit the tip in, ok hun? if it starts hurtin' let me know kay?" he said teasing your hole with his tip. you nod feverously, you need to feel his cock inside of you, you want to make him feel as good as he's made you feel. He chuckles at you enthusiasm, he rubs his pink tip against your little cock a little before he positions his dick at your entrance. Lucky inserts the tip in at a slow pace, watching your face to see any signs of discomfort or pain. you moan as the tip stretches you open "I-I can take more, please i want more." you begged. Lucky nods "Tell me if its to much, alright?" he says before slowly pushing more of his cock into you. the stretch Lucky's cock gives you feels delicious, your nearly drooling as he sinks his cock in inch by inch. once His hips are flush against yours Lucky pauses "you need a minute baby boy?" he says with heavy beath. "just a little bit" you nod "your cock feel so good Lucky, feel so full." you moan. The praise causes Lucky's cock to twitch and leak a bit of precum inside of you, you moan at the feeling.

"you can move now love." you say feeling more comfortable. Lucky takes a deep breath before slowly pulling out and gently pushing in his fat dick into your tight hole. lucky placed his hands on your hips. he let out low breathy moans as he fucked your dripping hole, he let out praises and commands like "yes baby take it, just like that", "fuck yes baby boy you look so gorgeous taking my cock" and your favorite "good boy ". "please, harder , faster baby, i need more please" you begged. he instantly obeyed fucking you hard and fast, he moved one hand to jerk off your cock as the other hand gripped you pulling you back onto his cock. you moaned his name and cussed and his dick hit deep inside of you causing your eyes to roll back. you felt hot pleasure as lucky fucked you hard, but then Lucky grabbed your thighs and held them to your chest. in this position he fucked you deeper and it had you screaming "fuck fuck fuck Lucky, er so deep!" you said drool running down your chin as you throw your head back in ecstasy. you grab you thighs and hold them yourself freeing Lucky's hands. lucky goes right back to you cock and the other to your hip.

you feel that knot in you stomach tighten as the pleaser runs through your veins. "l-lucky 'm gonna cum please pleasedontstop!" you said your speech slurred from pleasure. "cum for my baby boy, cum on my cock!" he moans. you felt that same snap for the second time tonight but this time it hit much harder. you felt the pleasure rip through you as you scream Lucky's name. you swear you see stars as you cum on Lucky's cock. Lucky doesn't stop as your hole milks his cock, he slows down his hand jerking your dick but doesn't stop. "good boy, good boy fer me, oh fuck baby im gonna cum, where ya want it?" he pants out. without hesitation "inside me please, fuck Lucky fill me up baby, wanna be full of your cum" you moan out. Lucky's thrusts become more erratic as he reaches his peak. with a loud moan of your name lucky shoots ropes of cum into your hole. with both your hips flush against each other you moaned as the cum overfilled you spilling onto the edge of the bed and onto the floor. Once you both caught you breath lucky kissed you gently to which you reciprocated and caressed his cheek. lucky pulled out slow before grabbing a towel to clean you both up. "do you need a drink, a snack, or anything?" lucky asked "just you" you said looking at him with love. Lucky's cheeks dusted pink before adjusting you two onto the bed to cuddle. as you drifted to sleep in the arms of your beloved you realized that you'd have to face the crew tomorrow. you shook away the thoughts, you'd deal with that tomorrow, for tonight you'd sleep in the arms of the man you'd marry one day. you fell asleep to the sound of lucky snoring with a smile on you face.

Yippie!!!!!! Done!!!!!!! I hope you like this story and im working on more from the prompt list i made so get prepared!!!!!!! >:3 See ya later!

[chaifootsteps]

I think the thing that really gets me about how Viv has written Stolas is that, on top of everything else, it's been several months of in-universe time

So Ozzie's happens at the end of s1 and it looks like Stolas is having a 'what have I done?' moment on the stairs. The next time we see him, The Circus confirms it's the morning after when he wakes up with a hangover. From there it's kind of hard to tell if he's already decided to end the deal or not and he already creeps back to blaming Blitzo for his own romantic delusions ('I'm the fool who believes when you look in my eyes', implying Blitzo ever gave him reason to assume there was something between them when he spent a whole season being annoyed by Stolas)

Anyway, Full Moon confirms several months pass while Stolas is trying to arrange the crystal. He takes a good step of letting Blitzo take breaks from the deal, but the less positive step of sending wheedling 'but I'd like to see you anyway~' type texts, which is a total mixed message on his part. (And Blitzo crucially does not take him up on it, which should tell him something) The only other thing he does is start behaving when he calls Blitzo, though since this happens offscreen it's easy to give Stolas more credit for it than he deserves (since whenever he talks to Blitzo onscreen he's always far less nice than the narrative wants to make him out to be and we still don't know if Blitzo even wanted to field these calls but felt obliged to).

Either way, Stolas had several months to reflect on what Blitzo said during Ozzie's and the only lesson he appears to have taken from it is 'Blitzy isn't returning my affections, maybe it's the fault of the deal and nothing else?' (and it doesn't seem like he can really commit to believing the deal is that bad, since in one moment he's calling himself a monster and Blitzo his prisoner and in the next acting like the deal never happened)

He still sees Blitzo like an object, only now it's 'I give him with the crystal and he rewards me with love'. He doesn't try to communicate when Blitzo is understandably lost and confused and he gets pissy the moment he doesn't get the response he wants. If we're assuming he's taking Blitzo jumping to think it was roleplay as a rejection, then he isn't handling the rejection particularly graceful. He tries to exit the scene, sure, but when Blitzo follows him he keeps ranting about how long he's wanted Blitzo (as though he expected Blitzo to know in spite of the deal still being in place and him sending mixed messages) and ducking responsibility for why Blitzo doesn't trust he's sincere

And then Blitzo reinforces the idea that Stolas has treated him like crap when he can't comprehend Stolas is being sincere, then gets angry when Stolas pulls his DARVO 'I can't believe you're making it about sex' routine, then he expilcitly refers to what Stolas has 'put him through', mentions he treats him no better than his servants and calls Stolas an asshole

At this point Stolas has plenty of evidence to realize that not only is the deal ample reason for Blitzo to hate his guts, but Blitzo has mentioned directly that the way Stolas treats him and acts is part of the problem twice now. There's something else he needs to figure out and fix.

Stolas couldn't figure that out despite having months to prepare after Ozzie's, but now he has no excuse. And what happens?

The night after full moon Stolas has presumably done no reflection on anything Blitzo said. Throughout apology tour the deal is barely even referenced so it seems like Stolas assumes he's immediately off the hook for that and Blitzo doesn't get to hold it against him (and as usual the show supports that framing by sweeping it under the rug). But not only that, Stolas is now acting like he's the one who's been wronged and he's the one who's angry with Blitzo, who needs to make it up to him.

Despite knowing Blitzo feels he treats him like an underling he just straight tells Blitzo it isn't true, reframing past events to be more favorable to him (hiding his face in a menu is now 'showing people how much I like you', using his need for the book to extort sex out of him is now 'how hard I've tried to support you')

Just like after Ozzie's, he has a moment in the song where he could try and learn something and realize he's the one in the wrong...but he doesn't.

Tl:dr - Stolas has had literal months to reflect and change for the better, but he's still fundamentally the same person who treats Blitzo like an object who should be giving him sex or love depending on what he wants at the time. And now the deal is over and Blitzo has more autonomy to call him out on his shit, Stolas still doesn't do any self-reflection. Instead he gaslights and doubles down, considering changing only in passing before going right back to the same BS he's always done.

Fans who say 'Stolas will change, just wait and let the show cook' - how much more time does he need exactly??? How many more times can Blitzo reiterate what his problem with Stolas is before we admit that Stolas is behaving in a textbook abusive way: he makes token efforts to fix the problem while not fundamentally changing, expects immediate forgiveness and being rewarded with what he wants, then holds the smallest of transgressions over Blitzo's head endlessly in return (or ignores Blitzo is behaving that way as a response to his crappy actions and treats him like he's acting irrationally) while using his tears to emotionally manipulate Blitzo into treating him like the victim

Fun fact, it was apparently going to be even worse. According to the person who leaked the entire plot of Full Moon to me back in November, it was supposed to be the one year anniversary of the full moon deal.

[shyanshippingsociety]

Shyan Shipping Society - New Years Exchange 2025

helllooooo!

can you believe this is our FIFTH annual new year's exchange?! time flies when you're in love, and we're definitely in love with all the works by our server members this year! let's get right into the good stuff!

CHECK OUT THE AO3 COLLECTION HERE!

hot in here (take off all your clothes) by idkspookystuff | E, 3K, complete

“You’re fucking with me,” Ryan accuses. Shane rolls his eyes, having the gall to look like he’s the one put out by this conversation. “Why would I be fucking with you?” he asks. It’s a good point. If it is a bit, it’s not a very funny one. But still, “I’ve known you for eight years, dude. I think I’d know if you were a fucking werewolf.” - in which shane's a werewolf, ryan is his new boyfriend, and shane's heat cycle is coming very soon

This Must Be The Place by Gilded_Quill | G, 1K, complete

Ryan has a surprise for Shane, and Shane is just so in love.

but showing you off, i felt like a champ by Future_boy | T, 6K, complete

As silly as it is, Ryan wants to make cheesy Instagram posts, calling Shane his boyfriend in the caption and and sharing his dumb posts of making fun of Ryan with a heart. What couple—as unconventional as they are with also having wives—isn't disgusting on the internet at least a few times a year? Especially on Christmas. If only he wouldn't be so terrified of everyone's reaction.

that's holly, actually by sourmint | T, 9K, complete

“Alright, Ryan,” Shane had said with a teasing smile. “Pucker up!” It felt like a whistling kettle going off inside his head. Ryan’s brain had completely short-circuited. “Oh my God,” Steven’s laughing voice came from somewhere behind him. “Are you actually going to kiss him?” - Except, it turns out, Shane actually didn't kiss him at all. Not the way Ryan expected he would under the mistletoe. He should be relieved; chalk this up as Shane just being Shane and add it to the catalogue of eclectic things to expect from a friendship with the big guy. ...so how come Ryan has been left wanting?

it's all in my head (but i want non-fiction) by bergoose | NR, 4K, complete

And, behind the letter, was a page that had Shane's heart stop for a moment. Annulment of Betrothal. “Surely, he jests?” Shane nervously asked, tilting the papers towards his family friend and trusted manservant to examine. Or: Ryan and Shane are happily engaged and in love. If only Shane's fiance could stop trying to break off their engagement; that would be nice. Meanwhile, Ryan's just trying not to get executed.

Where You Got The Notion by ouijaboy | T, 3K, complete

A big crash, an enemy ship force-boarding them, and a crack to the skull? Daily life on board, of course.

[Or - the USS Tinseltown is besieged by pirates. Ryan and Shane hide out together after missing the evacuation.]

just a little bit of tenderness by bodhirookes | G, 11K, complete

The letter is from the mayor, which doesn’t immediately raise any alarm bells. He’s always sending out reminders for local events or random requests for assistance, so Ryan opens it without much thought. Andrew’s curling handwriting announces: Dear Ryan, I would like to give you some information about an upcoming event: the Feast of the Winter Star. It’s a time for the community to come together and think back on all the good fortune we’ve had this year. A favorite tradition is the “secret gift exchange”, where everyone in town is randomly assigned to someone else. This year, your secret friend is: Shane. Don’t tell anyone! The feast will take place on the 25th at the town square. See you then! - Mayor Ilnyckyj “Oh,” Ryan says thoughtfully. “That sounds like fun!” And then, he rereads the part that says: This year, your secret friend is: Shane, and everything comes to a screeching halt. He looks down at his cat, who is calmly cleaning his paw. “Goldsworth, I think I might be in some deep shit.” Or, Ryan, humble farmer, gets assigned the local hot doctor for the Winter Star gift exchange, and it goes about as well as you'd expect (poorly)

If I Could Read Your Mind by Impala_Chick | T, 2K, complete

Ryan wants to start a business with Shane, but he feels like he has to tell Shane the truth before they can take such a huge step. Turns out Shane has a few secrets of his own.

Mystic Intention by PlatinumPussycat208 | M, 2K, complete

Ryan believes in soulmates. Shane does not. Shane wants a relationship. Ryan wants one with his soulmate. They have an arrangement.

Like you mean it by tasty_littl_snack | T, 2K, complete

They're ghost hunting and locked in a room where the only way out is a true love's kiss. But what counts as that? What is even true love?

of cheap alcohol, ruined couches, and crushes by idkspookystuff ! G, 1K, complete

“I could definitely lift you off the ground.” Shane has to look down at Ryan after he says it, which does not bode well for his case. “No, I’m serious!” Ryan says. He’s nursing his third beer sprawled out next to Shane on Shane’s living room floor. or the one where shane's couch is infested with termites, ryan is convinced he can lift shane, and they're both disaster gays.

thank you so much to all of the incredible writers and artists who joined this exchange! we loved seeing all your work, and all the love that went around in this exchange. truly such a magical time!

we have so many fun things planned like this for you in 2025, so make sure you follow us on tumblr, or join the server for the most up to date information! we hope you had the best time in the shyan shipping society in 2024, and that you'll continue being a part of our community in 2025.

see you for our sixth annual exchange?? maybe!

happy new year!

<3 always, the mods

[yourauraabymaria]

full moon in sagittarius

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the full moon on sagittarius falls on june 11th. full moons are not only for release, but also a time for revelations. things that have been covered up, are now illuminated by the rays of this full moon. in the sign of sagittarius the theme of revelations is. further emphasized because sagittarius is jupiter ruled and jupiter is closely tied to the truth. sagittarius is not only the truth, its also spirituality, religion, growth and expansion and abundance. full moon in sagittarius is asking for the truth to be revealed, whatever that may be. although sagittarius is positive, it also prefers the truth which isn't always lovely. just know this is a full moon of truth so don't be afraid of what comes to light. this is a full moon that requires truth more than anything. though truth you are able to embrace reality which I think sagittarius needs sometimes. sagittarius sometimes just wants to live in the beautiful land of everything happy and joyful but truth is requires hard realities. that's the way to balance the always happy attitude that sagittarius energy tends to have. now I will do a sun/moon/rising intrepation for how this full moon will play out. I would use rising, but you can also look at all three to see how this full moon plays out.

aries: this sign will focus higher knowledge, study, travel, god and religion. aries has an opportunity to reveal or release something that has been holding them back. aries may realize their impatience is getting in they way from showing up in an honest and open way. there might be some realization or confrontation with that part of the self. it can also manifest as starting a new study or embarking on a new journey whether that be physically or mentally.

taurus: this sign will focus on rebirth, psyche and other's money. taurus is being asked to let go of something and that comes with the gift of being born again. letting go for a taurus is hard because they hold on to things with the tightest of grips. this is a test for taurus to let go off something that no longer fits in their life.

gemini: the other, partnerships and contracts. gemini is being revealed the truth of their relationships. are there relationships that need to be renewed? maybe. but there are also partnerships that are being asked to be let go of. not everything can last forever and gemini knows this. but even with that knowledge that revelation isn't hard to accept and take in. so take this energy with grace.

cancer: health, work and routine. cancer is being pushed out of their comfort zone from their daily life because there is a need for release. something health related can come to a head. in either a good or bad way, depends on the personal chart to know for sure. work is considered daily life so something in that area may go through a transition.

leo: children, love and sex and creation. this could be wrapping up a creative project you have been working one. or moving on from one creative project to the next. letting go of a relationship or love interest can be on your mind. maybe something has run it's course and it's time to move on to the next.

virgo: the home, roots and ancestors. virgo is being asked to let go of the home. let go of safety or create new safety. the ancestors have said it's time to create and explore new places to call home. the home is changing and the home within oneself is looking for new grounds to lay their roots in.

libra: this sign is focused on the immediate environment, communication and siblings. maybe a relationships with a sibling is changing. maybe the places you frequent are changing or you have decided to stop visiting those places. finding new ways to communicate is important any time but during this time you are exploring how to communicate in new and honest ways.

scorpio: this sign is focused on resources, finances and income. scorpio is usually holding on to others money, but this time scorpio is being asked to take care of their own. everything they possess and own is changing. they have the ability to release or try their best to hold on when things are asking for change.

sagittarius: this sign is focused on appearance, style and the self. sagittarius needs renewal in the self. sagittarius is not one to stray away from change so embracing this energy might come easier. trying new ways to style the appearance will do wonders on feelings on the self.

capricorn: this sign is focused on the subconscious, retreat and escape. now the energy that capricorn should embrace is release. through release you are revealed the the truth. through. release you are able to notice parts of yourself that were once hidden. the only way out is through.

aquarius: this sign is focused on dreams, friendships and community. dreams aren't meant to last forever, especially if they're not working anymore. sometimes things don't work out, but through letting that go you can discover new dreams. leaning on the community during this transition can help.

pisces: this sign is focused on their fame, purpose and place in the world. pisces wants to shine in new and different ways in this world. finding purpose and who you want to be known in the world comes and goes. there is phases to your place in the world and with this full moon there is something being released to make room fro new growth in this area.

affirmation: I seize every opportunity I encounter for growth and evolution.

[yes-i-write-fanfiction]

Hello again!! Can I request headcanons again for young justice x female reader? The reader being John Constantine's apprentice? (the reader's powers are linked to magic such as invoking portals, stopping time, telepathy, telekinesis, etc.) Thank you in advance.

-Being Constantine's apprentice, you have a bit of an attitude. It's not your fault, honestly! It's just something you picked up after years of studying under the magician. Your first reaction to anything is a snarky comment that isn't always taken the right way. This, coupled with your stubborn nature and inexperience working with non-magic people, makes you a bit of an outcast when you first join Young Justice.

-Because of this, the first couple missions with the team is rough. They are a well oiled machine of cooperation and communication and your sudden addition makes it awkward, no one quite sure what to make of you. It doesn't help that whenever someone tries to talk to you, get closer, you immediately resort to sarcastic remarks that makes you seem distant and rude.

-The teams initial feelings about you aren't the best. Megan tries to be understanding and gentle but your snarky remarks leaves her feeling confused and slightly hurt. Do you not like her? Did she do something wrong? Because of this, Connor doesn't like you, finding you difficult to talk to.

-Wally gets on your nerves, with his one million questions and tendency to mess with your magical equipment. He likes to mess with you and make fun of magic, much to your annoyance. Dick keeps spying on you and questioning everything you do when you perform rituals, not cause he doesn't trust that you know what you're doing but because he feels like he needs to know too.

-Artemis and Kaldur are the most neutral. Kaldur tries to be a buffer when you and the team argue and doesn't really take any of your comments to heart. Artemis is mostly annoyed by Wally's insistence on antagonizing you and does her best to actually adapt to your addition to the team.

-The big break comes during a moment of downtime between missions. Wally is being his usual self, making some teasing remarks about stage magicians and rabbits in hats. Annoyed, you magic him a pair of bunny ears and a tail. Robin sees this and starts laughing like a mad man. Feeling mischievous, you do the same thing to Robin, except you give him cat ears and a tail instead. Now Wally is laughing and the rest of the team, attracted by the sound of laughter, gather around.

-Megan, amused and endeared by the sight, shapeshifts into a dog. Wanting to show off, you create an illusion of a dog. So she shifts into a bear. Now the illusion a bear. Rinse and repeat a couple times until you decide to one-up her by creating an illusion of a magical creature. Robin calls bullshit and says there's no way a creature like that exists, only for you to prove him wrong by showing him a picture of one of your phone (taking during one of your training missions with Constantine).

-You start telling them about other strange creatures you've seen, magical places you've been and supernatural beings you've met. The team listens attentively as, aside from the fact that you're Constantine's apprentice, they know nothing about you.

-After this, things slowly start to work out with the team. You grow closer, come to an understanding and you find yourself an actual place in Young Justice. After some time, you start to actually call them your friends.

-Congratulations! They would now die for you. And while you would never admit it, you would die for them too.

-As the resident magician, you are their go to person with anything mystical and/or supernatural. Some things are obvious like curses or artifacts but sometimes they approach you regarding the strangest things. Like if Mothman is real? Bigfoot? Really? Don't be silly Wally, he died in the blizzard of 96. They can never be certain if you're joking or not and you take delight in their confusion. Only Megan gets straight answers from you and that's because she tells you about Mars in return.

-Speaking of Megan, due to the fact that you can perform telepathy thanks to magic, you and her have most of your conversations in your minds. While yes, she can do so with anyone in the team, the fact that you can perform it on your own and initiate conversations is kinda a big deal. It reminds her of home.

-Wally still teases you but now when you tease back there's none of the malice that there used to be. He delights in your 'magic tricks' and loves it whenever you show off a new spell.

-The team learns about how Constantine sold his soul a couple of times and they held an intervention where they made you promise to never do that. Dick had a whole ass powerpoint presentation about the detriments of selling your soul. You made a joke about 'what if I have already done it?' and Kaldur looked so disappointed that you had to quickly backtrack and promise that you were just kidding.

-Thanks to your versatile set of spells, you have an easy time working with anyone in the team as you can quickly adapt to their powers and skills. This makes you highly valuable in both team missions and while working one-on-one with someone else.

-Not to mention that some of your spells are just hilarious.

-You hit Klarion with a spell that made him voicecrack and he got so embarrassed that he straight up went home. The team went hogwild and Robin actually bought ice cream cake in celebration afterwards.

-While you are a splendid magician, the team also trains you in combat, mostly unarmed. If, for some reason, your magical powers become unavailable to you, they want you to be able to defend yourself anyway. That's how you learned how to sword fight and how to throw a mean punch.

[4dkellysworld]

The state of self-communion

Hellooooo, haven't been here for a while. Hope everyone's doing well :) I've just been doing my own thing away from Tumblr and haven't felt like there was much to post. I do enjoy reading Reddit posts though across a variety of spiritual subreddits and sometimes I come across some gems of wisdom. It also supports my belief that all paths can lead to Home (Self) because the same truths pop up in so many different subs from people doing different things (some with barely any actual spiritual study or sadhana).

Anyway, I found this part of a Reddit post (from the Neville Goddard subreddit actually) to be really beautiful (highlighted my fave parts) because it emphasizes Oneness (which isn't something I actually see much when it comes to manifesting-centric content) and shows what it looks like in practice to treat others as if they were yourself, as if there is no separation between you and everyone/everything else, as if the world is just a projection of your mind. I like how he calls it Self-communion when he talks of communicating with another person too and treating it as if he is talking to another aspect of himself.

The first most apparent proof I have received during my early era of this understanding, was still when I was in a shitty state of consciousness, so I was met with my own creation. It was a man that stumbled upon me and a cousin out in the street, it was a hostile interaction, I won't specify what. I had no other choice but to apply what I believed in, that if all is myself, and he is only my expression of my own state of consciousness, if the attitude I undertake towards him was as if he was a pleasant gentleman (despite him clearly coming to harm me outta no where), if I dare to live FROM MYSELF from my perception and attitude towards the stranger that approached as if he was a lovely gentleman, he would be so. So I was forced to apply it, and to completely put aside all my physical reactions and all that nonsense that the physical man invented and called instincts, and I was willing unto death, to believe that I was communing with a pleasant gentleman, I do not even remember what words came out of me, but I wore the state of love, of self communion, I knew I was talking to myself in another garment called Another Man, and he was pacified immediately. He broke down and we hugged and parted ways without further speech. I knew what I did, my cousin was clueless. In another case history as well, when a family relative I have neglected to frame his ideal image in my imagination, and it came surfacing (as everything neglected eventually does), I made the bold decision to carry an attitude towards him that he would be the coolest gent there is, and despite physical evidence from the first time, I applied my new standard good attitude towards this person, him being the way he still was, it did not take long for him to change in his attitude so quickly, because my attitude defined his reality and attitude in this physical world. So he was changed, and also pacified on the spot when aggressive speech took place. All my states created the vile and created the perfection.

Here is the original Reddit post though beware the formatting, spelling and sentence structure makes it quite difficult to read lol, I just skimmed it until I found this case studies which I thought were worth reading and sharing.

Anyway, hope that inspired/sparked some love within :)

[bfdiredux]

ur cool so i choose you to share my random Nonexisty + Black Hole headcanons with (because i have no one else to infodump to rn cuz they're all ASLEEP >:c) Nonexisty is the one that films BFDI. They're the one with the camera. There's only one person in the show they've actually talked to, and that's Black Hole. Black Hole used to be a star. His name was Starran. He went around doing object shows for fun. But, one time something went horribly wrong. The other contestants messed with the space-time continuum a little too much, and a crack formed (Like seen in TPOT). Black Hole, despite his (at the time) usually mischievous ways, immediately ran to try stop it, stop people from getting too close, get them out the way. It worked, but he fell through. He found himself in a place between universes. Nonexisty's place. The rift is what caused him to turn to a Black Hole. It changed him. But Nonexisty saw what happened, and was there to comfort him in probably the darkest moment of his life. He got him back home, and they stayed in contact. Black Hole saw that rift. And was immediately taken back. Back to when he lost it all. But Nonexisty managed to ground him, and they helped him calm down. They've been keeping Black Hole company since, talking to him between episodes (since his team haven't spoken to him much, given they've already got their own issues, and see Black Hole as 'the calm guy who never needs help') So yeah Black Hole and Nonexisty as friends, with Nonexisty helping Black Hole when he needs it most god i love these two sm - Jadie

Hey Jadie and anonymous!! I agree that something more could/should be done with Nonexisty. A character proposal will be in store for Black Hole soon, I promise!

Your backstory is very fun to read!! I can see this happening,, it seems like a fun idea to run with!! However, it's not what I'm looking to pursue with Nonexisty.

Allow me to go over a concept I've sat on for a few weeks now: Forces of Nature.

Unexplained phenomena across Earth. Things that you wouldn't believe to be possible but are. Think Evil Leafy-- the soon to be sentient manifestation of Leafy's trauma and anger. Think Yellow Face's ad dimension--the fact that he is a portal to an alternate universe. Yoylelite-- a mineral with a power so potent, so specific, it makes time travel POSSIBLE!

For Nonexisty, I want to make them one!

Not a person, not a contestant. Not anything and also all things.

If you would, nothing and everything. A neverending empty presence. A force so powerful it changes the very fabric of the space around you. And if that power goes awry, the emptiness will leak. It will consume and destroy and shred the universe to nothing.

It is all around you, the very air you breathe. The very fabric of reality, easily torn and difficult to stitch back up. Tennis Ball and Nickel tugged at the seams in BFDIA and the failed debeuters in TPOT 15 tore that hole open. It takes a deal with One and Black Hole's minor reality warping powers to delay the damage.

Delay.

This is pretty much what's happening!

If they don't get Two back up and active, their reality may be in SERIOUS trouble-- no matter how hard Black Hole tries.

Those who know of it call it by many names. Nothing, Nonexistence, Emptiness. If there is a livinf thing in there, it can't communicate with us. It doesn't even know about us. It isn't malevolent or benevolent, it just is.

As for reality warpers-- remember that they aren't tearing it. They're bending and shaping it to their will.