#I have been watching this so much. and I need it. ok?

[lukolathoughts]

Women's rights

(trigger warning. Also, please be kind as I discuss some personal issues. I will block all negative comments, but I welcome opinions.)

Hi everyone, hope you are all doing well. I knew last night was going to be rough. It happens whenever I write a blog post. As soon as I saw that story from Jake yesterday thanking Aimee - Nic's stylist for her help, I knew he would at the Bafta party. What I didn't expect was that Nicola would pose on the red carpet with him for staged and awkward looking photos. I did a double take in astonishment at his white trainers paired with a ill fitting suit, that did not match Nicola's outfit. The photos were stiff and awkward, Nicola forcing a smile of adoration and Jake rarely looking at her. It screamed PR and FAKE FAKE FAKE. This is not us Lukola's being in denial, this just simply what we see with our own eyes.

The question I posed in yesterdays blog titled - 'The crazy woman in the attic' was, what is in the attic exactly? What on earth is going on that Nicola and Luke need to go to these kind of extremes? What secret are they protecting? This cannot be the solution. Nicola, I hope your team sends you this and I will try and be as kind and gracious as possible with my opinions. Also, remember readers these are my opinions. Jakeholes, just block me and move on. As I have said, this is not the place for you.

I am going to go into a bit of personal information about me just to give you some context. I grew up in a extremely unsettled home. My father was physically violent to my mother and I witnessed a lot. I struggled with not being able to save her. I still carry this guilt to this day, and I have never been able to forgive my dad. We left when I was nine, but by that time I had seen a lot. I met my ex when I was 19 and that turned into an emotionally abusive relationship, made all the more harder as I was living with him abroad. When I came home, I was an absolute wreck and I needed that time to heal and be on my own, with support from my family and friends. I was then very lucky to meet my own Colin Bridgerton and that is where we are today. One of the habits I developed as a child to cope and hide I suppose was to watch my television shows. I love my TV shows and movies. It just settles me and I can escape for a few hours. It's no real surprise to me that I adore Bridgerton.

OK, ZG, what does this have to do with Nic? Well, I do love a strong female character and I adore Penelope and I have admiration for Nicola and all she believes in. She is a role model to me. However, the biggest role model in my life other than Buffy, is obviously my mum. She worries me to death that woman and is a Capricorn also, incidentally she is now married to an Aquarius. Stubborn as a mule, but a heart of gold, my mum. I keep going back mentally to wishing I could have done something as a child to help her. As most of you know, I'm a teacher. At the moment, I am working on a project to get young parents back into work or education in deprived areas by improving their literacy, numeracy and other skills. I have loved this project and helping these women has been fantastic. Without saying too much, some of these women have dealt with the worst kinds of abuse I have ever seen or heard. Coercive control is much more prevalent now amongst abusers. I am an empath as well, so I take a lot of this emotion home with me and I guess the fandom and Nicola and Luke have helped me channel this elsewhere and allow me to escape.

I have known gay men my whole life. My first cousin was always very open about his sexuality, even before we understood what it meant. It was just the way he was. I had a gay BFF in primary school, college and all through my twenties I mixed with the albeit minimal gay scene where I live. I have not had much experience with the trans community, I'll be honest, other than visiting the gay bars in Swansea and Cardiff with my friend S. I just don't have the same emotional connection to the trans community as Nicola does. I support rights of women. I shouldn't feel guilty for saying that loud. I fight for their right to work and education and for making a better world for their children. I fight for my own children. I write what I write as a mother myself and especially a mother to a daughter.

One of the most upsetting things in the last few years was the Manchester Bombing. On 22 May 2017, following a concert by the American pop singer Ariana Grande. Perpetrated by Islamic extremist Salman Abedi and aided by his brother, Hashem Abedi, the bombing occurred at 22:31 and killed 22 people. Most of these victims were young women and girls. The murder of Sarah Everard by police officer Wayne Couzen's in 2021 was one of the most sickening cases I had ever read and the media tried to blame Sarah for her own murder for daring to walk home alone at night. Last summer, in Southport, a mad man broke into a little girls dance studio at a Taylor Swift themed dance class and knifed to death three little girls and stabbed countless others. Kyle Clifford, broke into his ex girlfriends house and killed her, her sister and her mother with a crossbow last year also.

These are the kind of stories that keep me awake at night, not whether trans women are allowed to use the women's toilets or not and whatever else. I don't want men in our spaces and I don't think they should be. But, I give Nicola some grace, because she is raising money for a cause she believes in it. I will not begrudge her that. What I do begrudge her for is after successfully raising so much money, she then proceeds to counteract everything she was campaigning for by walking Jake Dunn down the red carpet and presenting him to the media as her 'boyfriend'. To me, this is deeply hypocritical. Jake is known to the industry as a queer actor. Jake is starring in an upcoming BBC drama about trans rights where he plays a queer role. All this has done is upset her fans and enrage the LGBTQ community. Jake's stylist Miller Mode posted a very interesting story post today saying he was a stylist for queers, weirds and beards. How fascinating is that? How many more of these posts will we see and how many of the community will start to turn their backs on Nicola and Jake? Miller mode also refers to Jake as a 'princess' and 'she'.

Jake is also doing press for his show today What it feels like for a girl and he's back on Instagram today promoting trans rights as if last night didn't happen. Maybe he and Nic wish it didn't. She has been eerily silent today so far and I'm sorry but Nic, you made your bed, now you must lie in it. That carriage scene is iconic and partly because Luke was so magnificent in delivering his love declaration. The scene is magic, with chemistry like no other. Luke should have been there last night. I find it fascinating that we have yet to see Jake and Luke interact. I think it is glaringly obvious why, gentle reader. Luke can't lie to save his life. He'd be too busy glaring daggers at Jake, and Jake in turn would be salivating over Luke. It would be hilarious and frankly, I would love to see it. I find the candid photo of Jake eyeing up the hot Love Island contestant last night poetic justice and there is the truth right there. But yet we are still vilified on SM for suggesting Jake is gay and not at all interested in Nicola. This has nothing to do with Nicola, by the way. If I was with Nic, I probably would never stop smiling, but Jake can't bring himself to do it. It's not because she's unattractive, it's because she's literally not his type. Period. She is a woman.

I will continue to stand up for women, including Nicola, but lovely you gotta throw me a bone here. You want your fans to hang around and cheer for you? Then don't repeatedly slap us in the face and undermine our intelligence. Be honest and tell us what you and Luke are hiding in that damn attic, because it isn't Jake Dunn, he's out and proud.

[augustsblossom]

Hiii 👋🩷 I would like to request a Mark Grayson fic where he’s like unnaturally warm because he’s half viltrimite and he uses his hands as like a heating pad for reader who is suffering from cramps

Just like super fluffy cuddles and sweetness

Take your time bestie and thank you for writing for this fandom 🩷🩷🩷 (there really aren’t enough Mark fics😭😭😭) 🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷

THIS IS SO CUTE STOOOPP AND thank you so much!! There fr isn’t enough so I’m rolling up my sleeve and getting to work

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˚ ༘ *ೃ⁀➷ main! Mark Grayson x afab! reader

˚ ༘ *ೃ⁀➷ a/n: I appreciate the requests you guys have been sending me! This is very self insert lowkey so if you don’t like horror movies or pumpkin scents just imagine what you do like! This also is in NO WAY reader intentionally being a bitch to the sweet boy like I said I’m projecting and I get snappy when I’m on mine </33 inbox me if you guys have ideas ily! <3

˚ ༘ *ೃ⁀➷ CW: fluff!!!, She/her pronouns aren’t used but reader does get periods lol, reader is cranky when they’re menstruating (I’m self projecting), mark just puts his hands on readers lower stomach, mark is very patient and reader feels bad lolol

˚ ༘ *ೃ⁀➷ IMPORTANT: constructive criticism is encouraged! I’m always looking to make my fics better or to make it more enjoyable for you guys so if there’s anything I can do or fix, comment or inbox me! I want to make it as best as I can for yall <3 it’s also not proofread again I’m hoping you guys can uncode what it means

˚ ༘ *ೃ⁀➷ taglist: @realmcflurry1 (lmk if you wanna be in the next one!)

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So like, imagine a semi full of bricks coming at you full speed right, but instead of crashing normally it crashes RIGHT into your lower stomach and puts it all there

Oh and with that imagine a doctor has a handful of needles and they just shove it all in your uterus…

Yeah you are DONE FOR BABEEE

But hey at least you have your super sweet geeky boyfriend to help with that right!!

It’s hard for him to be a superhero but it’s hard when you don’t have your boyfriend around!

Cecil has him working to the damn BONE and he will not give that poor boy a break!

So of course you feel bad when you start having an attitude and getting snappy at him, but no one blames you for it you’re in so much pain!!!

Mark finally had a day off where he didn’t need to be “invincible” for a day, you loved it so much but you hated it landed on a day your period started

Those cramps were KILLING you and they hit like a damn lightning drop ok it was horrid but Mark was there for you!

He recently just got back from a store trip you asked him to make, getting you chocolates, chips tampons and pads (he made the “what size pussy you wear 😂” joke and you didn’t laugh so he apologized and said it was cringe, you’re never forgetting it)

He walked in your shared room with the bags in hand a warm smile on his face

“Hey pretty” Mark says softly, sitting the bag on the bed and kissing your forehead as you’re curled up with the blanket covering to your nose

You open your eyes slowly and look at him

“Hi.” You said shortly, kind of side eyeing him but like not in a trying to in a bitchy way you’re just in pain yknow?

Anyways, he gave you a bit of a confused look then left to change into a shirt and sweats. He came back shortly and laid in bed next you

“Wanna watch something? Netflix added new horror movies!” He said with enthusiasm

“I don’t care, we can watch whatever.” You say shortly again.

Good god the patience that man had for you was INSANNEEEE. He would never be this patient with anyone else, especially Cecil and even sometimes Debbie, but he had so much for you, you just felt terrible.

He softly said okay and put on your favorite. After laying in silence for a moment, your back was still facing him when you asked

“Mark…”

“What’s up?”

“….do you hate me even though I was being mean”

Marks brows furrowed as he looked towards you

“Huh?”

You turn to look at him with literally the puppy dog looking eyes and a frown on your face

“I’m sorry. I was being so mean I just don’t feel well and everything hurts so bad and it’s not your fault and I love you so much and never want you to leave me I hate being mean I’m so-“

Okay babe you can shut the fuck up now he gets it.

He let out a giggle, pulling you closer to him and pepper kissing your face

“I understand, you don’t have to explain yourself. I can’t imagine how bad THAT kind of pain is but I don’t blame you at all for it. I also can never hate you, you’re too cute for that” he pepper kisses again

After your little giggle sesh he pulled you even closer so you were caged in, your face against his chest

“If you’d like I can help you with those cramps”

You nod slowly and he turns your entire body so now your back is facing him. He pulled you closer and wrapped his arms around you with one hand on your stomach and the other right above it

His hands were…unnaturally warm. I mean as half-Viltriumite you kinda get that but you loved when he used his powers not only for fighting enemies

The sudden warmth on your stomach made you comfortable, and it was a plus that Mark was cuddling with you too, so forget that heating pad! You have a Mark!

Mark fell asleep first (of course) and you followed shortly after. The burning pumpkin candle blew out on its own after a while, and the movies end credits rolled. The sun was setting and temperature of the room plus you and Mark made everything perfect

Mark does make the doomed week truly better.

[sh4nksslvt]

Hi! Hope you have a nice day. If it's okay with you, may i request something for the charming firefly, ace?

Something like ace is vv oblivious to the reader's flirting, just thinking everything just a coincidence, like their seat on the dining table are next to each other, or when he's thirsty or hungry, the reader will always have a drink or snack/food ready. While actually it's happening because of the reader and their observations.

Sorry if it's too long, thanks for your time for reading this! (Completely okay if you're not ok with writing this, i just wanna say thank you)

a/n: wahh! thiss is soo cutee! hope u like thiss ><

Clueless Hearts and Full Plates

Ace doesn’t realize the reader’s affection is behind every perfect coincidence—until one finally clicks.

Ace X gn! reader

tags: fluff, sfw, flirting, ooc, ace being oblivious

a/n: this js me trying to write ffs, this is experimental and for fun only, so expect this ffs a bit cringe

word count: 1.1k

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It was always a coincidence.

At least, that’s what Ace thought.

Every meal, every shared moment, every little “accident” that placed you beside him was chalked up to fate, luck, or the universe just being weirdly nice to him that day.

Like this morning.

The Moby Dick rocked gently with the waves, and the crew had begun their daily scramble to the galley. Ace, still half-asleep with bedhead and one sandal barely on, made his way to the table. As usual, the crew’s chatter filled the room with the kind of loud, familial chaos only the Whitebeard Pirates could manage.

And, also as usual, the seat beside you was the only one open.

“Hey,” Ace greeted, plopping down with a yawn and no suspicion.

“Morning,” you replied, already pushing a glass of orange juice in his direction without a second thought.

He blinked. “Whoa, you read my mind. I was just thinking I was thirsty.”

You smiled. “Coincidence, I guess.”

Ace grinned, utterly unaware of how long you’d been keeping track of the way he always reached for juice in the morning, never coffee, never water. Just juice. Always.

After a minute, he added, “Also kinda hungry… I forgot to grab a roll or somethin’.”

You wordlessly slid a small plate of warm bread and butter closer to him.

He gasped, delighted. “Seriously, you’re magic! You always have just what I need!”

You bit your lip to hide the fond curve of your smile. “Lucky timing, huh?”

Lucky timing.

That’s what he called it the other day when he tripped coming down the deck stairs and nearly face-planted—only to find your hand catching him in time. It’s what he called it when he accidentally left his hat on the upper deck and you “just so happened” to come by with it a few minutes later.

You didn’t mind. Not really.

It was kind of… endearing. In an Ace-way. He wasn't cold or careless—he just genuinely didn’t see it. The thought that you might be observing him, remembering the things he liked, and subtly trying to show him how much you cared? It never even crossed his mind.

You watched as he messily buttered a piece of bread, crumbs falling on the table. He looked content, humming a tune and swinging his feet like a child in a giant’s chair. And when he caught you watching, he gave you a bright smile—one so open and warm it made your stomach flutter.

“Y’know,” he mumbled around a bite, “you’re always around. It’s kinda nice.”

“Kinda?” you teased.

He nodded, mouth still full. “Mm-hmm. Like, comfy.”

The word hit somewhere soft in your chest. He didn’t even realize he was flirting back.

Later that day, a few of the crew were setting up for poker in the corner, but you were more interested in the commotion coming from the training area. You leaned against the railing, watching Ace spar with Marco. He was shirtless, flames licking at his fingertips as he dodged and laughed, clearly having fun.

Your gaze lingered on him. How could it not? He was strong, fast, alive with every movement.

And when he collapsed on the deck in dramatic defeat—Marco having pinned him with a blue-flamed armbar—he wheezed out, “Water… I need water…”

By the time Marco released him, you were already at his side, bottle in hand.

“Holy crap,” Ace said between breaths. “You’re, like… everywhere.”

“I told you,” you said casually, helping him sit up. “Lucky timing.”

He chuckled, leaning back on his palms and chugging half the bottle. “At this point, I’m starting to think you’re my guardian angel or something.”

You raised a brow. “You think your guardian angel would watch you get elbowed into the deck before offering water?”

Ace grinned. “Gotta build character, right?”

You rolled your eyes, but your chest was warm with something fond and frustrating. How could he be so oblivious?

The truth was, you noticed everything about him. The way he only got grumpy when he was too hot or too tired. How he always tried to hide his hiccups when he laughed too hard. How he made sure the youngest crewmates never felt left out during meals, even if it meant giving them the last piece of meat on his plate.

You didn’t just like him. You admired him.

So yeah, maybe you rearranged your seat every meal to end up next to him. Maybe you kept his favorite snacks in your jacket pockets during long shifts. Maybe you started carrying an extra bottle of water—just in case a certain fire fist decided to exhaust himself in a sparring match.

He never asked. You just… wanted to.

And he just… didn’t notice.

It wasn’t until one particular night, under the stars, that things finally shifted.

You were both sitting on the edge of the deck, feet dangling above the sea. Most of the crew was asleep or out of sight. Ace had a blanket wrapped around his shoulders, and you handed him a second one without saying a word.

“Man, it’s like you read my mind,” he said for the hundredth time.

You sighed softly. “Maybe your mind is just easy to read.”

He looked at you, puzzled. “Huh?”

You gave a small, nervous smile. “I mean… I always seem to know what you need, right? I guess I just pay attention.”

There was a pause. The kind of pause where your heart beats a little faster, wondering if maybe, finally, he might catch on.

Ace blinked. “Oh. So you’ve got like, observation haki or something?”

You stared at him.

Deadpan.

“…Yeah. Sure. Let’s call it that.”

He beamed. “That’s so cool!”

You dropped your face into your hands.

But then��something changed in his tone.

“…Wait.”

You peeked up through your fingers.

Ace’s smile was still there, but it was… slower. Thoughtful. You could practically see the gears turning in his head. Every juice, every meal, every seat, every snack.

And then, like someone lit a match under his brain, realization bloomed across his face.

“…Wait.”

You watched the faintest red spread over his cheeks. He sat straighter. “Are you—? Have you been—? This whole time—?”

You tilted your head, lips twitching. “You’re cute when you put the puzzle together.”

He gawked. “So it wasn’t just coincidences?!”

You snorted. “Ace, I’ve been flirting with you for weeks.”

He opened his mouth. Closed it. Opened it again.

And then he laughed. It was loud, a little embarrassed, but full of warmth.

“I’m such an idiot.”

“A lovable idiot,” you corrected, nudging his shoulder.

“…So does this mean,” he said slowly, “you like me? Like, like like?”

You raised a brow. “Only if you like me back.”

He leaned in, pressing his forehead gently to yours with a shy, crooked grin. “Well, now that I know… I’m definitely gonna start paying attention.”

You chuckled, nudging the bottle of water into his hand again. “Start with drinking water. Then we’ll work our way up to romance.”

Ace laughed, and this time, he didn’t call it luck.

[meganwritesfanfics]

My Hero (Dr. Michael "Robby Robinavitch x Reader)

Word Count: 2381

Trigger Warnings: Talk of Mugging, talk of injuries and blood.

“Alright, that’s it for me.” Robby said. As he stood up her eyes couldn’t help but be drawn to him. 

“Beer for the Road?” Abbott asked. 

“Yeah, why not.” Robby replied as Donnie threw him another beer. “Goodnight,” He said to Dr. Mohan, “Get some rest,” He looked at Javadi. And then his eyes locked with Y/N’s. She could feel the blood rush to her cheeks. Her body always had an involuntary reaction when it came to Robby. “Tomorrow is another day.” 

Y/N waved as Robby walked off, her eyes trailing after him as he disappeared into the darkness of the park. 

“You should go after him. Lord knows he could use some stress relief tonight.” Abbott whispered. 

“Jack!” Y/N gasped as she smacked him hard in the arm. 

“What! You have been pining over Robby for years now, when are you going to make a move.” 

Jack had been Y/N’s best friend for as long as she had lived in Pittsburgh. They worked the nightshift together and they bonded quickly. When they were on shift together, it felt as though they could communicate telepathically. He always knew when she needed a break, and she would beat him to the roof after a patient loss hit him hard. So when she started covering some day shifts, and began to develop feelings for a certain Chief Attending, who just happened to be one of Jack’s closest friends he knew instantly. He also knew that Robby felt something similar. 

Dana and Jack had been trying to set them up for years, but everytime they broached the subjects both Y/N and Robby would have an excuse of why they wouldn’t never work as a couple. 

“I do not pine over him!” Y/N whispered, grateful that the rest of the group was preoccupied in their own conversation. 

“You were making puppy dog eyes at him Y/N.” Jack teased. “You two are impossible, it’s like watching a soap opera I swear to God.” 

“Oh and you and Dana’s matchmaking isn’t pulled straight from a 90’s teen drama.” Y/N snapped back as she started to gather up her items. 

“Well don’t storm off like a toddler.” 

“Oh don’t give yourself that much credit Dr. Abbott, you are not the reason I’m leaving. I am craving a shower, I feel disgusting.” Y/N laughed. 

“Do you want me to walk you home?” He asked as he started to put his prosthetic back on. 

“No, I’m totally fine. Plus didn’t you say you are coming back around 2. If you walk me back you won’t be able to get any sleep.” She reached out and pulled him into a hug. “Are you going to be ok?” 

“Yeah I’ll be fine. What a hell of a way to spend our day off huh.” He teased but she could see how tired his eyes were. 

“Try to get some sleep, I’ll see you tomorrow.” She said as she stood up waving goodbye to everyone. 

“Y/N.” Jack called as she started to walk away. “Do you still have that pepper spray I gave you.” 

Y/N laughed. “You are impossible Jack I swear to God. Yes I still have it. I will be fine.” 

“Ok well text me when you get home.” 

“Yes Dad!” She teased flipping him off as she started to walk home. 

Y/N’s walk to and from work were probably her favorite part of the day it gave her time to think and either decompress from a shift, or mentally prepare herself for a new one. She had just popped in one of her headphones when she felt something sharp at her back and a hand wrapped around her chest. 

“Give me your purse and phone.” The voice said her in ear. 

Y/N screamed both from surprise, and in hopes that someone was around to hear her. 

“You bitch!” He screamed as he put his hand over her mouth. However the minute he did that she took the opportunity to bite his hand. With this shock she also added a stomp to the guys foot and an elbow to the face. “Fuck!” The guy screamed as she started to run away. He lunged at her and she felt a sharp pain across her forearm. 

“Hey!” A voice called and both Y/N and the man froze. She recognized that voice. She would recognize that voice anywhere. “Get the fuck away from her!” Robby bellowed and the man only had to take a moment to take in the full six foot one figure before he bolted. 

“Micheal,” She sighed tears forming. Y/N barely had time to blink before Robby was in front of her his strong hands grabbing her arms looking her up and down checking for any life threatening injuries. 

“Are you hurt?” He asked his eyes filled with concern. 

Y/N held up her forearm her jacket sleeve already soaked with blood. “I think he had a knife.” 

“Jesus. Ok let’s get you back to the hospital we can…” He started his hand falling on the small of her back. 

“No, please.” Her plead came out more like a sob as the adrenaline of the ordeal started to wear off and the terror and fear she felt set in. “I don’t… I don’t want to go back to the hospital, not after everything that happened today. I just want to go home. I have a suture kit, I can patch myself back up.” 

“Isn’t that your dominate hand?” Robby said. 

“Fuck,” Y/N sighed and then she began to cry. 

“Hey, hey, it’s ok.” Robby soothed pulling her into his arms. “Listen I have a suture kit at my place to. We can head back there.” 

“No, it’s fine, really I don’t want to put you out.” 

“Y/N, I’m not going to leave you standing in a park bleeding. Now it’s either my place or we go back to the Pitt.” 

“Ok,” Y/N squeaked and as she pulled away from Robby’s embrace, she used her good hand to apply pressure to the injury. 

The whole walk to Robby’s apartment they walked in silence. His hand still hovered over the small of her back. All he wanted to do was pull her into his arms and never let her go. The sound of her scream still echoed in his head. He couldn’t help but think about what could have happened, if he hadn’t stopped. If he had just walked straight home. Robby shuttered at the thoguht as he led Y/N up the stairs and into his apartment. 

“This is me.” He said awkwardly opening the door. “Have a seat on the couch.” 

Y/N just nodded as she took in the scene before her. Robby’s apartment was exactly how she thought it would be. Sparse but what furniture and trinkets he did have clearly meant something to him. She could see the photos of Robby and Jake on the mantel. Another picture of a woman who Y/N thought was probably Robby’s grandmother. She couldn’t help but feel like she was seeing a private part of Robby that only a select group of people got to see. At this should couldn’t help but smile. 

“Let me see what we are working with here.” Robby said, as he pulled the coffee table up closer so he could sit in front of her. He watched as she winced in pain as she gingerly took her jacket off. Along the outside of her forearm was a nasty gash, nothing some quick stitches wouldn’t fix. But just seeing the pain she was in, made him think he should head back to that park and track the fucker down. “This is going to hurt.” He said and Y/N couldn’t help but laugh. 

“Why Doctor Robby, I think we need to work on your bedside manner.” 

Robby couldn’t help but smile, her laugh was infectious. Whenever they worked on the same shift, which was rare, he went out of his way to try to hear that laugh. He could be having the worst day imaginable, and that laugh could brighten his whole attitude. 

“I think they honesty is the best medicine.” 

“The people who came up with that, have never been honest a day in their life.” Y/N winced as Robby started to sew her up. 

They stayed silent again for a while, before Y/N spoke again her eyes never leaving Robby. 

“How did you hear me in the park? I thought you were well enough ahead of me?” 

“I uh… I had stopped, found another bench and was just sitting, thinking. Trying to forget about everything that happened today.” He said finishing up the last stitch. 

With her good hand she brought it up to land on his bicep. “I’m so sorry Micheal. I know you tried so hard to save Leah. There was nothing you could have done.” 

Robby could feel the tears start to build up again as he looked at her. Her eyes were soft, even after everything she had seen that day, Robby could see it didn’t harden her. There was still hope and light behind her eyes, and that thought shattered him. 

“I should have…” He started his voice cracking. 

“Hey,” She snapped her hand now moving up to his cheek. “Don’t you dare do that. You have always told me that we can never play the woulda, shoulda, coulda game. It will drive you insane if you do. “You were everyones rock down there. We only lost 6 patients Micheal. Six out of over one hundred. Do you know how amazing that is? And I can promise you everyone down there will attribute that to you.” 

“But I wasn’t there for everyone, I broke, I had a breakdown Y/N.” 

“For what 40 seconds?” Y/N asked and Robby couldn’t help but smile as she mirrored the words Jack had said to him earlier. “After we had finally gotten everything calmed down, I vomited and then hid in the bathroom for 10 minutes. You are allowed to feel things Micheal, you are allowed to break. What maters isn’t that you broke, it’s that you got back up.” 

Robby stared at her, really taking her in, even after a full day of work, handling a mass shooting, and almost getting mugged, he still thought she was the most beautiful woman in the world. 

“Can I kiss you.” Robby said and he watched as Y/N’s face turned a light shade of pink.

“I… uh…” She stumbled over her words.”Y…Yes.” She said and Robby slowly leaned in placing his lips on hers. 

It started off as a soft and sweet kiss, the two of them cautious seeing how it would go. But as they became more comfortable, it became more passionate, more desperate, needing to find connection with one another. After everything that happened they needed to forget about everything else around them, and get lost in one another. 

Robby’s hands found her waist as he pulled her slightly closer to her. 

“Y/N” He sighed as her fingers twisted into his hair. 

“Micheal, I need you.” Y/N whimpered. “Make me forget.” 

In an instant he pulled her fully into his lap, her legs wrapping around his waist, as he lifted her before laying her back down on the couch. 

They made out for a while their hands exploring one another, holding each other tightly. 

Suddenly Y/N felt something vibrate underneath her. 

“Oh shit,” She said as she pushed Robby back just slightly but the minute she did Robby instantly sat up, his eyes wide. 

“Are you ok? Was that too much?” He asked panicked.

Y/N smiled as she grabbed his hand. “No, not too much.” Quickly she pulled her phone out seeing that she had multiple texts and calls from Jack. “I forgot to text Jack, he probably thinks I’m dead. Do you care if I call him?” 

Robby laughed. “If you don’t he is probably going to end up showing up here.” 

She had barely pushed the call button before Jack picked up. 

“Are you ok, you didn’t answer any of my texts or calls.” He said in a full panic. 

“I’m so sorry I…” She contemplated not telling about the attack, but she knew that she wouldn’t be able to hide it from him at work. “I almost got mugged.” 

“What!” Y/N had to hold the phone away from her ear with how loud Jack yelled. “Are you ok, I’m coming over.” 

“No, wait I’m not home, Robby was still in the park, he uh… he saved me.” 

There was silence for a moment, before Jack spoke again. “So you are at Robby’s place.” 

“Yes, and he is looking at me laughing because he can hear this whole conversation.” 

“Well I guess I will let you get back to it.” He laughed and Y/N could almost see his smug face. 

“You are the worst human.” Y/N sighed her face flushing pink again. 

“Be safe Y/N.” He teased as he hung up. 

“You know he is going to call Dana now.” Robby laughed. 

“We are never going to live this down. We will be the talk of the Pitt.” Y/N sighed but her face was still beaming with a smile. 

“Who says I care.” Robby said in almost a growl as he leaned forward kissing her again. As they broke apart, Robby held Y/N’s face in his hands. “Y/N I really like you, I have for a while.” 

“I like you too.” Y/N smiled. 

“Will you stay the night. I don’t want to be alone tonight.” He pleaded. 

Y/N pulled him in for another long kiss as she intertwined her fingers with his. “You took care of all of us today. Let me take care of you tonight.” She whispered in his ear. 

Instantly Robby was on his feet holding Y/N who was still wrapped around his waist as he started to make his way back to the bedroom.

“Micheal your back.” Y/N laughed kissing his neck. 

“Worth it.” He growled back as they disappeared into the bedroom, and they disappeared into each others embrace.

[atangledfate]

The General didn't seem to budge from his stoic pose with his hands behind his back. That single eye locked on Rowan as accusations were thrown at him. It was an impossibly steel gaze that revealed nothing of his current emotional state. Like staring into the eyes of a statue he revealed nothing to Rowan as he was accused of with holding information. Yet when Lupus spoke it was filled with authority, and years of hard earned experience. He had an Air about him, that was both awe inspiring and terrifying at the same time.

" I assure you that we were not waiting for a situation like this to arise. We simply required Mimic to make a move before we could move in and deal with him. Imagine the political fallout if we burst on base and arrested the wrong person... Trust me when i say, the fate that awaits Mimic is far worse then anything he could hope to bring upon your family... "

His eyes turned to Mimic as his tail swished behind him and he locked eyes with Mimic. Yet the Eyes of Mimic told a story the likes of which few could. Fear, pure and untainted was resting in those eyes of the would be killer. For the first time since Rowan had seen Mimic and in all he battles he fought--- there was no mistaking that look. Mimic knew he was cooked and, he was practically begging Rowan not to leave him there.

Yet that desperate call would go unanswered as the last thing Mimic would see was Rowan's gaze meeting his---and then, he was gone. The Wolf turned back to stare at where that portal had been almost as if he could perceive something the others couldn't.

" Take the Prisoner to the brig... and Sedate him, i have no doubts he'd come up with some way to weasel his way out... so have the Medics put him under until further notice..."

Well one piece of the puzzle was captured, now if they could just get there hands on the cyborg and the Badnik girl they'd have all the pieces of the puzzle.

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Sonic Smiled at belle and rubbed a finger under his nose as she asked him not to get himself in trouble for her. He simply pushed himself from the wall and walk past her waggling a finger in a classic sonic way he was practically famous for now!

" Ah don't worry Belle! i'm already on GUN's shit list at this point. Its not the first time i've crossed swords with those punks! and besides! i'll always be there for my friends! no matter how dire things look... that goes for you to Surgie! even if you'd rather strangle me dead! hah! "

He smiled back at Surge as she came out of the office

" How about we go top side and glare menacingly at the command ship! that'll give your little bro time to do his thing! and put the fear of Gaia into those soldier boys! hold the fort down for us while we are gone alright Belle! "

Miles finally free of the office came to sit next to Belle watching as Sonic disappeared out the door. The Fox only smiled and leaned back in the chair with a shake of his head. Some things never changed and no matter how much he grew Sonic was always going to put his neck on the line for those he cared for. The fact h worked past his distaste for who and what Belle was when they first met. To now swearing to protect her even if GUN attacked them was a big leap.

" You doing ok Belle? what was that about? "

He didn't know the context of the discussion though he assumed maybe this was all a bit much for Belle.

" If ya need anything just say the word..."

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Jewel entered her office and closed the door taking a second to take a deep breath. Alot was riding on this and frankly she was nervous beyond words. She buzzed her way over to her office Phone hoping it was still operational. It gave her a direct line to the UFN among other places. It still didn't make this any less nerve racking. She wasn't a diplomat, nor any kind of leader really. She was just a girl from a small town who knew about rocks and liked to organize things!

Honestly she almost wished she had a some bourbon on hand for a quick shot of liquid courage! but then she probably should be at her best for this one! She sat down at her desk, and picked up the phone holding it in her hands.

" Here goes... i hope Blaze is able to keep the general occupied... at least until i have the president on the phone..."

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The general's body shifted when he saw the Com channel open to Restoration. He tilted his head in a curious manner as it was still early. They had time, even 20 minutes was alot when you were working out a plan of action. This was curious, and he wondered if they were simply caving to there demands or was there some other plan at work? No that princess wouldn't just give up like that and he doubted Sonic would either. He'd been alive long enough to know

Things were about to get interesting...

" Open Coms, and keep a close monitor on restoration activities... "

He stood on the center platform and crossed his arms as Blaze's face appeared on the screen.

" Princess... Its a pleasure to see you again, have you and your people made a decision? Or perhaps is this some effort to gain more time..."

Sonic knew deep down that Belle was doing this for all the right reasons. She had this lofty goal of seeing the badniks made into something good and just. To see them freed and given a chance to be there own bot. He also had a feeling that down the road this could lead to something good---but also bad. The people of mobius wouldn't be so ready to open there hearts to machines as Tails and himself were. Hell even he lashed out at Belle at first and yet... he still wished her all the luck in the world!

" I think deep down you already knew you were going to leave ... it's fine though! i'm sure they'll miss you, but i think your cause is a noble one! i hope you find what you are looking for out there and if you ever need a hand! don't be afraid to call... i'll be there in a flash to lend a paw! "

He gave her a thumbs up and a warm smile

" I do think its good of you to stick by a bit just till things cool down as for GUN. Don't worry about those losers--- If they ever lay a finger on you ill personally give them a beat down! "

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" That's a sound idea ... the more high level threats the less likely gun will do something foolish. But it sounds like we have a plan of action! i'll head to my office to contact this president fellow... and when everything is in place we'll make our move! time to shine people! lets go! "

Jewel wasn't even sure if her plan would work but she had to have confidence in herself and her team. She buzzed her wings and dashed through the halls to her office to engage with the president, which left Blaze to deal with the general.

" I'll round up our heavy hitters... Lanolin you should stick with Blaze, you know our people better then she does. She might need you for intell... be careful Blaze. That old codger seems more cunning then he lets on... honestly i hope Jewel can handle that president... "

Miles headed out into the main room and whistled at Sonic and headed over to him and Belle. He jogged a bit to make the distance as quick as he could and paused as he watched Blaze closely a moment before his eyes went back to sonic.

" Jewel wants our heavy hitters out in the open where GUN can see them. A deterrent of sorts... so you and Surge mostly... Jewel and blaze are about to contact that general and the president so things will pop off soon... so we should all be ready for a worst case scenario... but hope it doesn't come to it..."

" Gotcha... so if GUN is dumb Surge and i go ham... i think she'll be cool with that. I'll head top side i've been standing still to long anyway! Belle you think you can tell Surge? You know if i do it she'll just glare and snap at me... even if she is kinda cute when she does it! haha! "

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He felt it long before he saw it. That tingling sensation in the tips of his ears. For all his upgrades, implants and nanotech he had shoved in his body. He was still so reliant on his gift to warn him of impending doom. After all how does one live as long as he had with out some edge. Above and to the left he let his eyes turn slowly as if time itself had slowed down for just a moment. as he sensed the change in the air itself.

Yet he did not move or act despite the sensation. Sonic and his people aren't that foolish, and yet Rowan saw the Wolfs one good eye meet his a moment before he stepped through that shadowy portal as if he could see him despite that being impossible.

" You are a brave man walking into the Wolfs Den without so much as a care in the world. Men of such courage are so rare today... i commend your courage... "

He looked up to the dangling Octopus and tilted his head.

" Mimic is a loose end i've tried to clean up on many occasions. I taught him better then this... taught him better then to run off on some personal vendetta... but here we are. "

He finally turned to Rowan and approached him with arms behind his back in a very non-threatening manner.

" I had a suspicion he was on base but if your implying he was working for us. That's a solid negative, but he was once one of mine, and i do take some responsibility for the chaos he's created. I thank you for his return... i'll make sure he's locked away where he'll never be a problem again. Now if you'll kindly depart my ship... I think our business is done here "

[gingiesworld]

The Scarlet Storm : Hydra Reborn

Chapter Seven

Wanda Maximoff x Fem GiP Reader

Warnings: Angst, Fluff

18+ MINORS DNI

As soon as Nat had sent the messages to her family. Yelena was fast at packing up and leaving her position. Getting on the first flight back to New York.

With the news that Y/N was indeed alive. Yelena felt like she could crumble and break right there. All of the grief she had felt when they were told that Y/N had died. The pain she felt when Nat broke her free of the mental subjigation of the Red Room. Remembering that she still had a family.

Yes. They may not be blood but family fights for each other. No matter what.

Y/N was adjusting to the confines of the compound slowly. Not used to the tech that they had here. Especially since Hydra was old school. Only upgrading the software when they really needed to.

Y/N entered the kitchen, looking for something to eat. She was shocked when she came across colourful objects. Shutting cupboard doors and opening others. Not noticing Wanda walk in.

"Are you ok Y/N?" Wanda asked her. Y/N looked at her curiously before taking out a bag of Sam's chips.

"What is this?" Y/N asked her. Wanda looked at her amused.

"It's food." Wanda said as Y/N shook her head no.

"Food is like a grey liquid. Not this. This is well I have no idea." Y/N stated as Wanda chuckled. Taking the bag from Y/N. Opening them before taking one and eating it.

"Try it." Wanda said as she pointed the open bag at Y/N.

"What if it kills me?" Y/N asked as Wanda just giggled. "Are you trying to kill me Witch?" Y/N whispered making Wanda burst out laughing.

"No. It won't kill you." Wanda told her. "I was also with Hydra. I know what they feed you, but you are here now. So I guess we will have to teach you about decent food."

"How?" Y/N asked her as she munched on Sam's chips.

"We cook." Wanda stated as she started to get the ingredients out. "It's always been something that we do here. Everyone likes to cook. It's calming." Y/N watched as Wanda got the pots and pans out that she needed. Watching her every move carefully. "If you want, I could teach you how to cook when it's my turn?"

"Yeah?" Y/N asked her. "You trust me enough to do that?"

"Of course. If you had any intent on hurting any of us, you would have done it by now." Wanda stated as she started to season the chicken.

"I did hurt Bucky." Y/N stated matter of factly.

"You were emotional." Wanda told her as she looked in Y/N's direction. "Bucky was the only emotional anchor you have had throughout Hydra. Just like Pietro was mine."

"I'm sorry I don't remember him." Y/N whispered sadly.

"That's ok." Wanda smiled softly. "Well we're actually cooking one of his and my favourite childhood meals." Wanda told Y/N as she started to make the sauce. "Chicken Paprikash. Just like our mama used to make."

Y/N smiled softly at her before placing the chips back down. Washing her hands and standing beside Wanda.

"Ok. Teach me." Y/N said as she watched Wanda's movements.

"You want to learn how to make it?" She asked shocked.

"Yeah. This is important to you and your brother's memory, so teach me." Y/N repeated. Wanda smiled widely as she started to explain the different steps of the dish. Once everything was in the same pan, Wanda turned the heat down.

"Now we let it simmer for an hour. It softens the chicken and then it will be ready in time for dinner." Wanda told Y/N with a smile before the two fell into sync as they cleaned up the kitchen. This was something new to Y/N. The domesticity of everything was something she had never really experienced. Well with what she remembered.

"They seem to be getting along." Steve stated as he and Nat stood, observing the two.

"Yeah." Nat smiled. Watching as Y/N and Wanda laughed at something. Nat could see that the two needed this. As much as Wanda had her family who still remained after losing Vision. Helping her not to fall off of the rails. Wanda still felt alone. Like no-one truly understood her. Her powers or her past, not since Pietro or Vision. Y/N was the closest thing to Pietro. Similar powers and a history with Hydra.

"So we all eat together?" Y/N asked Wanda as they set the table together.

"Yeah. Like a family." Wanda told her. "You can be a part of this family if you'd like to?" Y/N smiled tearily as she nodded. Turning away to grab the pan, bringing it and helping Wanda dish up the food. "F.R.I.D.A.Y. tell everyone dinner is ready."

"Of course Miss Maximoff." A voice boomed throughout the compound.

"What was that?" Y/N asked Wanda. Looking up around the ceiling.

"That is an A.I." Wanda informed her. "Tony created it after Vision was born."

"So, kind of like Zola?" Y/N questioned as Steve and Nat had entered.

"What about Zola?" Steve questioned curiously. Y/N explained to him as she took her seat beside Wanda, everything she knew from the moment she woke up in Russia. "So he's there."

"They used to move the main frame whenever someone got too close." Y/N told him as she took a spoonful of paprikash. "This is amazing Wanda." Wanda smiled because Y/N actually used her name and not Witch or Witch Bitch.

"You helped me." She beamed, nudging her shoulder. Y/N smiled at her before everyone started fall into easy conversation around the table.

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Can I please, please request a one shot from your post below, I need it biblically😂

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Thank you, you’re amazing! 💕

Noah Sebastian x female reader

18+

Warnings: mean dom!Noah, dom/sub relationship, degradation, PiV, recording someone during sex (consensual), brat taming, edging, spanking, slapping, slight spitting but not much

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You had been warned. More than once but you didn’t listen.

You’d gone to the studio to meet Noah as you were going out for lunch together.

But Noah being the perfectionist that he is, just had to get a few of the tweaks sorted on one of their recordings, he said it would be hour tops.

That had now turned into nearly 3 and you were annoyed and hungry.

As you were bored, you started to wind Noah up, it was small at first. Asking questions when he was trying to focus, pulling on the back of his hoodie playfully while he was talking to his friends, watching videos on your phone with the volume fairly high.

He warned you once with a low growl under his breath. “Enough”

And again with a sharp look over his shoulder, his own hands gripping onto his thighs in annoyance. You only smiled sweetly at him.

The rest of the band and crew appeared oblivious to what was brewing between you both, something you took full advantage of.

The final warning came after you sat on his lap to listen to the recording with him, grinding yourself subtly on his half hard erection in his joggers, you felt his hands digging almost painfully into your hips to halt your movements as he tried to hide a low groan that slipped from his throat causing Jolly to ask if he was ok.

That was it, you knew you’d gone too far.

Noah made a comment about being tired and that they should finally take a break.

Everyone cleared from the studio to go and grab some food apart from you, you went to walk out and you felt Noah’s hand gripping onto the back of your neck and bringing your body into his chest.

He didn’t say a word at first. Just stood holding you in place and reached forward and locked the studio door. The silence was heavier than any yell.

You felt yourself being turned around to stare up at him, his gaze intense and fierce.

“And just where do you think you’re going?”

“I…I thought we were going for lunch?”

Noah let out a small chuckle.

“Did you now? We would have been going for lunch but then, you decided you wanted to be a brat and act up in front of my friends. And what’s my number one rule baby?”

He was being so condescending, so arrogant.

“Don’t play up in front of them?”

He nodded. “That’s right. And what did you do?”

You shrugged casually, not being able to stop the bratty attitude.

“It wasn’t my fault that you didn’t keep to your word and kept me waiting like a dick”

*Smack*

Noah slapped you across your cheek, not enough to hurt but enough to put you back into submission as he threaded his fingers into your hair and pulled your head backwards so you stare up at his tall frame more.

“This attitude of yours is becoming very tiresome, seems I’m going to have to teach you a lesson in respect”

Noah turned you both around and pushed you face down into the mixing desk.

You gasped as your body hit the surface, the cool edge of the equipment digging into your skin. He kicked your legs apart with his foot, one hand holding you down by the back of your neck, the other sliding up under your top, nails scraping.

“Look at you,” he sneered. “Bent over like a fucking toy in my studio. That what you wanted? Attention like a needy little slut?”

He pressed his hips against you, just to feel you squirm. “You make one sound without permission and I’ll drag this out for hours.”

You bit back a moan as you felt him moving around slightly behind you.

He slid your leggings down slowly, deliberately, knuckles brushing your thighs like he had all the time in the world. But you knew better, he was playing with you. Cruel and calculated.

“No panties?” he murmured, amused. “Of course not. Couldn’t even behave for one fucking hour, why would I think that you could dress yourself properly?”

His fingers slipped between your legs, teasing, barely touching, never giving you enough. You whined, hips twitching, but his palm slammed down on your ass, sharp and unforgiving and no doubt leaving a red mark in its place.

“You don’t move unless I say. Now I’m going to record this little punishment my angel, is that ok with you?”

Your brows frowned. “Why?”

“You wanted to be such a disobedient brat and a distraction today that I figured you’d like to help me now, I want to record every sound you make so I can use it in the next recording”

You felt your core clench at the idea, Noah was no stranger to mixing random every day sounds into his music, but he’d never once asked you for this. The thought was intoxicating.

“Yes I’m ok with that Noah”

You felt his hand rub the skin on your hip lovingly, a far contrast to what was coming.

“Thank you baby, I knew you’d want to be a good girl and make it up to me”

You heard his phone being put down on the table not far from you and then heard him pushing his trousers down his legs.

His fingers came up once more to tease your folds as he leaned more over you.

“You’re already dripping for me” he whispered, dragging his tongue along the shell of your ear. “And I haven’t even fucked you yet.”

He shoved your face down against the cold metal, your cheek pressing into the control sliders, the edge of a knob digging into your skin but he didn’t care. Neither did you.

Noah pulled back and you heard and felt as he spat directly onto your core and used his fingers to rub it in, causing a moan to fall from your lips.

*smack*

The slap to your ass cheek burned beautifully.

“Did I say you could make any sound yet?”

You shook your head.

*smack*

You bit back another yelp as he spanked you again even harder.

“Where are your manners princess?”

“No sir”

“Much better”

Noah then slipped himself inside your warm walls with no warning, stretching you out sinfully as he groaned low.

“Fuck…you’re so wet, you really are my needy little slut aren’t you?”

You pushed your hips back slightly.

“Yes, all for you”

Noah kept one hand in your hair and the other on your hip as he started a fast and brutal pace, his hips smacking into yours with each thrust, causing the controls to dig into you more as you tried to hold back your moans.

“Let me hear you now baby, I want to hear every sound”

Noah’s movements were relentless, each thrust harder and faster than the last, his hands gripping your hips as if he were holding you in place just to break you further. The heat of him filling you, the way his body slapped against yours, was pushing you closer and closer to the edge. Your body trembled, the pressure in your core building to an unbearable point and you couldn’t stop the noises you were making even if you tried.

“Please…” you gasped, hands desperately gripping the edge of the mixing desk as your body rocked against it. “Noah…fuck…I’m so close…I’m going to…”

Noah suddenly pulled out and pushed away from you leaving you feeling cold and empty.

A sharp cry of frustration left your lips, your body aching, aching for release. “No!” you whimpered, turning your head to look back at him, eyes wide with desperation.

He stood there, his chest heaving, watching you with a dark grin.

“You think you deserve to cum after everything you’ve done today?”

He was teasing you, enjoying the power he had over your body, savoring the frustration as he tucked himself away and made himself look presentable again.

You felt tears in your eyes with how frustrated you felt but you knew better than to push him further when he was in this mood so you nodded submissively to him.

Noah came over to you and leant down to give you a tender kiss and stroked your cheek.

“You know I hate being so mean to you angel, but you have to be taught don’t you?”

You nodded.

“That’s my good girl, if you behave for the rest of the afternoon then I promise I’ll reward you later”

You felt a smile tug on your lips at his words and you nodded again and pulled your leggings up and tried to straighten out your hair that was no doubt a tangled mess.

Noah picked up his phone and you suddenly heard your own cries echoing around the room, your cheeks flushed red.

“That’s my girl, so cock drunk for me always aren’t you baby? I can’t wait to use this for the next record”

[mikkomacko]

need a blurb of mob nico coming home to reader teaching luke how to tame and style his curls

Omg ok so I’ve always tried to keep reader pretty vague that way everyone can have they’re own perception of what she looks like haha

But I mean my girl is Italian so her hair would most like be textured/wavy/curly ya know??

I can so see Luke coming up to her one night at the bar and just being like “your hair looks really nice.”

And she’s smiling, a little caught off guard but flattered by the compliment. “Thanks Luke, that’s so sweet.”

“Do you-I mean like what stuff do you put it your hair to make it look that nice?”

Reader is so eager to sharing her product line up because her and Johnny have perfected it. Like it’s immaculate. So she’s getting all excited and listing off stuff and Luke has no idea what any of it is. He just nods until she stops talking and then goes kinda shy.

“Do you think you could teach me? Some of the boys have been saying my hair looks bad and that I should comb it or something but it just gets bigger when I do that!”

And oh my goodness reader’s whole day is made. She’s so excited, making plans to take him to the store to pick stuff out and then he can come to the house and she’ll show him how to use everything.

He comes over early Saturday morning for his little beauty lesson and because this is such a big deal, he even gets access to the overly large bathroom attached to reader and Nico’s bedroom.

Which is where Nico finds them when he comes home from his run, shirt damp with sweat and plastered to his skin uncomfortably. He just wants to get in the shower, get dressed for the day, and then spend the day lounging around with his girl.

Unfortunately he’s stopped by the sight of Luke sat on a stool from the kitchen, a towel wrapped around his shoulders and wet hair dripping down his forehead.

“Uhhh what’s happening here?”

Her and Luke both freeze, turning to him with the same deer in headlights look. Reader smiles then, waving the bottle of leave in conditioner in her hand.

“Luke is learning,” is all she says and Nico just nods, moving into the bathroom and perching against the counter to watch them. His clothes are drying and feel odd and gross on his skin, but he doesn’t care.

Because it’s actually entertaining to watch her explain everything to Luke, to make him tip his head upside down while she scrunches mouse into it and then curl the shorter pieces by his face with her finger, and even when she puts two claw clips in the wet ringlets on top of his head.

“For volume,” she explains simply, that look of pure concentration on her face that makes her look so cute. And Luke is hanging on her every word, like a school child, obediently nodding his head and asking questions.

Nico remembers the first time he watched this exact same routine, listened to her tell him about everything and while Nico knew she sometimes hated doing it, he loves her hair when it’s naturally styled, just a bit frizzy and curling around her face and neck.

He always wished his hair wasn’t so pin straight, so flat all the time. So yeah he admires it, admires her, and if he pictures this same moment in the future with mini version of him and her instead of Luke sat in that chair, well then that’s his little secret for now.

Afterwards, when Luke’s hair is mostly dry and he’s given up on trying to figure out the diffuser, he’s looking to Nico with his mouth parted in shock. “Did you know so much work went into this?”

And Nico is laughing. “Yeah man. I watch her get ready almost everyday.”

[ct-multifandom]

El Toro de Piedra reactions

Papacorn more like plateofcorn. I’ve been telling you guys the Ivan lore is gonna go crazy

So is El Toro a real supervillain with super-strength powers or is he just like, some guy wearing a costume? In a world where Luka has magic empath abilities and the ice cream man has divine matchmaking powers I guess it’s not unheard of.

It’s nice to see there are actual criminals in Paris other than Hawkmoth though because before this point it was like “where are the cartoon bank robbers?”

Ok I NEED to know what’s up with Ivan’s mom. “Strong like me and intelligent like your mother” is she also a career criminal? Raul was in jail and Ivan canonically has a younger sister so I’m guessing they live with the mom? Either way his family lore isn’t complete yet

Totally unrelated to anything (the intro reminded me) but I noticed Argos’s eyes look normal in his render but in Revelator they were all purple like in s5. Is he slowly gonna start looking more human over the course of his development?

Gabriel had Adrien wearing that fuckass outfit from birth no wonder he doesn’t know how to dress himself

I like how we’re slowly building a timeline of when exactly Gabriel went insane, like in that plushy that was probably still the Gabi Harry Clown remembered. Somewhere between this and beginning his archeological adventures something happened to him

“You’re gonna know all the secrets of my childhood” [from reading the baby photo album] oh dramatic irony 🦚

Why do I like Luka’s Brazil design more than his default outfit

Ah Marinette you almost walked in on Nathalie’s deeply plot significant evil zoom call. She snapped her laptop shut so fast you’d think she was watching something else

Who thought Luka participating in a concert over FaceTime was a good idea. What kind of utopian sound quality and internet speed do they have in this world? Idk connection is still unreliable tho ig

What’s with him traveling btw because he was clearly back in the Revelator flashback. Do they just teleport him in when they need Viperion or is he traveling back and forth now? Is he gonna come home permanently later?

The conspiracy theorist in me wants to say Gabriel didn’t write that letter and it was planted by the organization but I doubt it. It’s suspicious though. Like when did he write this and what did he think was gonna happen after he died? What if poofing this letter into existence was part of his wish and he had to sacrifice a single sheet of blank printer paper in order to make it happen? Pretty good deal

Ladybug and that STUPID IDIOT chat noir

Ah Ivan’s breakdown censoring the sentimonster stuff just in time of course

I like the way they animated his hand shaking when he dropped the drumstick

So this is a regular thing and he refuses to talk to Mylene about it :(

Mylene literally has one of the best dads in this whole show so maybe Ivan is comparing Raul to Fred and that’s why he feels so weird for having a problematic father

The version of Lila (I assume) stalking Ivan is dressed in traditionally masculine clothes. Maybe she has cross-dress disguises as well.

It’s actually kind of insidious how Nathalie is pushing Marinette into being responsible for hiding things from Adrien. All this crazy shit went down with your villainous boss and somehow the blame for covering it up is going to end up on his son’s high school girlfriend (???)

And *she’s* the one really gunning to sweep it under the rug because if the truth gets out it will primarily have negative consequences for her. I’m not sure how much I believe hiding this is really “for Adrien”

What, you guys don’t know about the secret compartments in the Louvre bathrooms?

Oh hi Alim

Why is it always the Mona Lisa, why do they never go after a less well-guarded painting. Also that room is the French painting gallery and the Mona Lisa isn’t French and is displayed in other parts of the museum… lol I know they only have one gallery modeled and re-use it for everything but still

Ivan’s phone background is the Kitty Section logo

The letter,,, so this is what he was learning in poetry class

Was Raul gonna karate chop the letter in half wtf

I wonder where he’s from, like he’s a Spanish speaker but what country?

Did they ever confirm Ms Bustier was the French teacher before this? I kind of assumed she was but I don’t remember them explicitly saying it and it was more like each class had a main home room teacher than every single class being with different teachers

Nathaniel turn your head more i want to see your miraculous. I think it’s curved? Like it’s a thin and flat silver hair clip but it has a sickle shape that curves around the bunch of hair

Does he have freckles now? Also now we can tell that him having creases under his eyes is just part of what he looks like and not his character model being weird

Zoe what are you doing here you were never even in her class

Sabrina is once again standing directly between Zoe and Max in a group shot. This is maybe the fourth time this season. Incredibly suspicious what is going on here

Yay Mr Montalain looks like he’s in the same art style as everyone else now! And he’s one of the only characters who didn’t have their eyebrows utterly waxed in the redesign. If there’s anything that I have beef with in the redesigns it’s that no one’s allowed to have prominent or interesting eyebrows anymore.

Ondine brown hair animation error?

Even the patriotic People With Blue Eyes cocomelon baby is clapping

The girl with dark skin, a pink pixie cut, and sunglasses on her head is there. She was eating lunch with Adrien, Nino, and Sublime in ep 4 but we don’t know who she is yet

I just noticed Chris is in the crowd, baby why are you an unattended child at the tribute concert for the big kid schoolteacher

The dude in the background who looks like Milo from Atlantis with long curly hair seems like he’ll be one of the new teachers maybe

There’s also a guy who looks like he rides a penny farthing to work, he might also be a new teacher

Aw Ivan’s contact photo for Mylene is her leaning on him

Oh I guess the crime thing maybe is a family business? His grandma? I need the extended Ivan family lore where’s his family tree like those promotional graphics from a while ago

I’d say his dad is a toxic masculinity machismo guy, but him bringing up the grandma (and grandpa) feels like it’s “correcting” for that, like no he’s not patriarchal he was just raised in a hard ass crime family where everyone was like that regardless of gender

That re-contextualizes the Ivan little sister lore :( he probably doesn’t want her to have to deal with the stuff he did and end up like the rest of his family. He might be involved in raising her, too, if his parents are in and out of jail and that might be where his interest in childcare comes from

Off topic, I just finished watching a YouTuber play the game The Roottrees are Dead/Roottreemania which is a mystery puzzle game about piecing together a crazy family tree from nothing and I feel like I’m back in it. “You placed Ivan on the tree and found that Raul is his father. You found the line about his mom’s intelligence, allowing you to place Mrs. Bruel. You collected the clue about Raul being like his dad to fill in Ivan’s grandfather. The line about Ivan’s grandmother setting him straight allows you to add her to the tree. What you may have missed is that in one of the Germany-exclusive trading card game secret lore cards you can find information about Ivan’s younger sister, the last known piece of the tree.”

He looks at his dad like “god you’re pathetic” and then starts running and screaming

Manhole covers are really light in miraculous Paris

Oh so he was keeping the ox miraculous is his pocket. Last episode I thought it was an animation error. Or maybe against school dress code. But he just doesn’t fully accept it

Ivan you were given a free little magical girl animal companion to talk through your problems with and you just gave them away you aren’t utilizing your resources

I’m seeing the pattern here. In Penalteam they all rejected their miraculous for different reasons and now they’re doing it again but expanding on why each of them didn’t want it. Sabrina didn’t think she’d be a good choice because she used to be a bully, and Ivan was afraid of being aggressive because it turns out he doesn’t want to resemble his dad. I’m guessing Marc’s episode will be about overcoming impostor syndrome then, but I’m curious what Nathaniel’s deal is like wtf does “I’m not comfortable being on a team” mean.

Ok his dad being a supervillain is kind of out of nowhere and I do wish there was some sort of foreshadowing that this guy even exists but I gotta say they have been setting this up for a long time. To the point where fans did notice that Ivan probably has issues at home like a violent parent. I feel like the supervillain thing specifically was probably made up later on to make the topic less heavy

TRANSFORMATION the smoke exhale the hammer smash the kicking at the ground slay

My fav part is where he turns his back to the camera and flexes

“I’m not a real singer” lmao why are you the vocalist then what

Rose said star in English is that a thing in French? That the English word for star means rockstar or something because I thought the normal word for star meant that too

THEY 😲👉 THE. ONSCREEN THEY KISSED. After all these years holy moly omg THEY

It sort of pmo when people say “oh so they’re finally canon now” like where have you been. Why do they have to smooch on the lips in front of us for us to know that we already knew that. It’s like every season the show crosses the “oh they’re gay” threshold for more and more people by being more obvious

And when people complain that it was cowardly and not good enough, do you want to see tongue in this children’s cartoon? What more do you want (this is a rhetorical question btw guys don’t be in my replies and also gay marriage has only been legal in the us for ten years and is criminalized in many places let’s be fr). Ok salt over

Anyway they kissed, epic 👉 gay people

Adrien holding phone Luka like how Nathalie used to hold tablet Gabriel. Does it ever drive you crazy just how fast the night changes

The song is lowkey quite good what

Maybe the most insane fight sequence in the entire show I might be gagged

I am my fathers daughter

Minotaurox tanking that hit to protect Chat Noir oh if there’s gonna be a “civil war” between him and Ladybug we know whose side Ivan will be taking

From the side profile his hood really does look like an ox’s neck that’s pretty cool

Guys they made Ivan so gorg in the redesign. Character designer 1: ok so I guess Ondine needs normal clothes we could start with that Chatacter designer 2, slamming open the door, gasping out of breath from running up the stairs, a pile of papers flying everywhere: we need to make Ivan cunty

He’s so tuff, equally if not more so than Pegasus I would say which is a pretty high bar

Ladybug’s lucky charm cowboy hat is so unserious girl read the room. this is what happens when the main character is the only bitch on the show with no daddy issues in The Daddy Issues Episode

The visuals in the ep are so artsy. You got Juleka’s chrome neon concert lights vs Ivan’s breaking bad sepia filter western

How did a letter turn into a whip?

They were technically right, Raul didn’t do anything illegal. Yet. What is this new chance program even supposed to do though because I don’t think it’s working

“Your dad was a hero” Adrien: :/

Ah this part :) evil shadow government cult thing. This is how Tomoe’s connected to everything. Are they as an organization The Supreme?

Now that Gabriel’s dead is someone else taking over as The Diamond? They were the second to last one to log off and Nathalie didn’t move so is someone else behind that name now

Maybe Lila… like Kagami said she isn’t special enough to be a diamond so maybe she took that personally and decided to prove her wrong by filling that role ?? ?

Nathalie’s dad is wheat man nooo Marinette’s wheat-based dad is so much better. I wonder if she was raised to be some kind of fucked up secret agent child soldier from a young age and that’s why she has crazy assassin skills. She doesn’t want to be involved in this bs but lacks the courage to face her father. If only she was there to hear about Ivan’s valuable life lesson and how Adrien regrets that he missed the chance to apply it. If only Nathalie still had the chance right ahaha

Gabriel probably wasn’t aware Nathalie was a plant? Or maybe he was and she was more like a conscripted bodyguard idk

The theatre mask icon reminds me of Lila, like obv her metaphorical masks but there have been screenshots circulating about the black and white split mask hanging in her bedroom and how in Climatiqueen, the lighting of the first lightning strike makes Aglae’s face look exactly like that mask. Creepy. Maybe she’s that dude’s daughter and she was also raised to be some spy like Nathalie was.

I’m kinda hoping Lila is being manipulated by the powerful elite adults at some level because that’s more interesting to me than “girlboss teenage girl outsmarts everyone on earth”. Maybe she thinks she’s in charge or on equal terms with the rest of them but they’re using her

I wonder if the Bourgeois are any of these or Bob Roth. I hope they’re mostly new characters. It feels cheap if they’re all established antagonists who aren’t particularly threatening and play silly roles. Tomoe is nothing like that, and also is an industry titan from a totally different country. It seems like these people are the leading elites in certain categories from all around the world. Could this eventually be a setup for more miraculous world specials? Surprise one of these people lives in Rio and one lives in Dakar, see you there.

I’m not analyzing each logo in detail because other people already did it better than I would’ve

Ok that’s enough, maybe see you guys next week for The Ruler or maybe not. I’ll decide if I want to talk about it or not. I committed to post about this one last time because I felt in my balls that it was gonna be fire and it was.

[domesticatedstew]

I finished the fic from the wonderful ideas of @hostuuagain and @brainzezz !!! Basically it's Mel and Breadhead bonding while sharing myths and stories that they heard from Ken and Mud!

It was finally a day off, a scarcity when working at the Whale Belly Butcher shop. Even though a break from time to time was pleasant, Mel absolutely hated being bored. And having time off equals BOREDOM.

Ken and Mud were off doing a "restock" for the resturant which was just code for kidnapping random fly people, picking up actual supplies for the resturant, and taking care of a few... pests along the way. Jack was home with his mother for his day off, which bummed out Mel a bit but she couldn't blame him for wanting time away from his work family.

At least Breadhead was still here. He had opted out of going with the other smiling dead crew to instead practice his piano playing. Mel had always liked listening to Breadhead's playing, he was pretty skilled for having no training other than the basics that Ken showed him. It reminded Mel of when she was still little, watching her older brother play the piano while her dad held her closely. Simpler times.

But reminiscing on the past wasn't gonna cure her boredom.

"Sooooo..." Mel slid over beside her large bread brother, watching him gracefully play despite how much larger his fingers were compared to the keys. "I'm bored aaand you're the only one here, you wanna mess some shit up?"

She was ready to keep her mischievous streak strong and steady, any risk was worth killing her boredom. Breadhead turned his massive loaf to look at her, pausing his playing to think. "Nah, I dont really wanna go anywhere today. 'm not in the mood." He said before returning to the song without skipping a beat.

Mel scoffed "Well then what do you want to do? Cuz either we do something together or I do something alone." Breadhead didn't like the idea of his sister causing mayhem by herself. Yeah she could hold her own but despite all the years they've grown together, he still hadn't seen her die or revive. Part of him was terrified that maybe something was wrong with her and she wasn't immortal like everyone else.

He wasnt about to find out now. "Hmmm... What if we told ghost stories and urban legends like when we were little?" Now Mel looked intrigued, which calmed his nerves thankfully. "Ghost stories? Alright bread boy, but you better still not get scared of them like you did when we were little," She teased, giving him an affectionate punch to his arm.

Breadhead wasn't about to admit that the stories of an angel storm devouring anything and everything in their path still gave him the chills.

They were now sat across from each other, Breadhead sitting in two chairs so he'd be comfortable. It still amazed Mel how her brother was such a massive dude, that didn't stop her from teasing him to the ends of the earth. It was even better when they were both teasing Mud or Ken.

"Alright!! Lemme try to remember a story," Mel thought long and hard for done spooky story her dad had told her when she was little.

"I GOT IT!!! Do you remember the story dad told us about the rotling that's been here since the beginning of the gaslight district?" Breadhead shook his head no, and Mel felt a little bit disappointed in him that he didn't remember such an awesome part of rotling history. "Ok well you don't need to remember cuz I'm gonna tell you anyway.

Long ago, before the world became just one island, there was a rotling who told stories of the world before rotlings. A world full of greenery and animals, one where humans ruled the world." Mel whispered when she mentioned humans, feeling slightly hurt when her brother recoiled at the mere mention of a human. She couldn't blame him though, humans are their own urban legend that Mel didn't want to bring up too much.

"They say he would talk about how the skies used to be blue, and there was this green stuff that'd grow from the ground called grass, and that the sun would light up the whole planet without needing any gas lamps. It was a world full of life, and according to the guy if you died that'd be it. No coming back."

"Do you know what they did to him Mel?" Breadhead looked genuinely curious, not his usual 'I've got some joke planned and you don't know' look.

"Supposedly, he was the first ever rotling to be cemeted," She mischievously whispered, leaning in to add a dramatic effect. It seemed to do the trick since Breadhead leaned in too like they were worried about being listened in on, "Woahhh, and you said dad told you that?"

"Yup," She popped the P, "He only told me the cementing part when I was a bit older though. SO, you got any stories you wanna tell?"

Breadhead didn't think nearly as long or hard about the story he wanted to tell, "What about the Gas Man? You've gotta remember Mud telling us that one before bed," He let out a deep chuckle. "How could I forget it? It was Mud's favorite thing to tell us to get us to go to bed," Mel remembered all the times Mud threatened them with the idea of the Gas Man and let out a laugh at the memory.

"I think it went somethin like like this," Breadhead straighted up and got into his story telling position, knees up to his chest with his arms out like he was trying to read a crystal ball to get your fortune. "You ever wonder how so many of our lamps stay lit? You can thank the Gas Man, he goes around the island lighting any lamp he sees out. Some people say they've seen 'im, but they're fibbin'. Cuz if you've ever met the Gas Man, you don't come back. Mud said if the Gas Man catches you, he turns your fluids into oil and uses your flesh to light the lamps. He takes anyone that's out too late, no one's safe from the Gas Man."

Mel cringed at the idea of being turned into fuel for the lamps of the district. Even when she was little she never liked thinking about it for too long, she guessed that childhood fears aren't really stuck in childhood.

Breadhead caught on immediately and started giggling at his little sister's discomfort. Mel shot a glare at the loaf and that shut him up.

"Ok ok ok, you wanna hear about how cementing started?" Breadhead nodded vigorously, unsurprising to Mel considering how much joy he takes from crushing and eating rotlings and fly people.

"So, it all obviously started with that one guy who wouldn't shut up about... you know whats. And the others were pretty sick of his ramblings of the world before ours, and since they couldn't kill him they thought 'why don't we just try to lock him up?' It worked but only for a few centuries when people forgot about him and he escaped, he started talking about more weird and gross creatures once he was free. Everyone was sick and tired of the guy. So one brave rotling decided to try and drown him, they gathered as much rocks and bricks as they could, tied it to the insane guy, and threw him off the island into the depths." Mel acted out the motions of throwing someone off into the ocean, something she had hoped she could actually do one of these days (if Ken would let her.)

"It worked even better than just locking him up, and people forgot about him for even longer. It was nice without some insane man's ramblings on the island. But like usual, he came back. He was one crafty son of a bitch and made it everyone's problem. This time though, he was talking about their buildings, specifically this material that could withstand the test of time. He even insisted that there was still some of it underwater from eons ago.

So with one last ditch effort, that same brave rotling as before dove under the island and collected as much ancient rubble as he could (all while only drowning a couple of times.)" She whispered that last part to Breadhead, who seemed rather impressed by the notion.

"He listened to the mad man's rants, figuring out the best way to turn this trash into something that'd finally rid everyone from this annoyance. From those ramblings and rants, the rotling learned how to make cement. And it was perfect. The first ever cement block wasn't the best looking, but when that insane guy went plummeting into the cold depths below, he never came back up. Other people realized how useful this could be and started making their own cement! And then it became the best way to get rid of any annoying preacher or local mad man. Or in our case anyone with too much money," Mel chuckled at her own joke, thankfully Breadhead thought it was funny too.

"Wow Mel, and dad told you all this? He's never told me stories like that," The loaf seemed sad at that fact, and Mel realized that Ken never really did tell stories to Breadhead like he did with his daughter. "Well it's ok Breadhead! Dad takes you on missions and to go out and do hits, he doesn't do that with me!" While she hoped that'd change soon, she didn't want to ruin the moment for her brother.

"Thank you Mel," Breadhead said while giving her the biggest smile ever. "You wanna steal some of Mud's stash and get wasted?"

Mel's smile grew as wide as her brothers, "You read my mind bread boy!"

[lucydixon]

Neighbours pt. 3

Part 3 of what will now be referred to as the Neighbours Miniseries. If you haven't already, check out part 1 + part 2.

Ok, people, this one isn't smut. It's angst and setting the scene for what I have planned for the next part.

Summary: Euronymous sees you with another man, gets pissy about it, and confronts you. Twice.

Euronymous caught sight of you through the store window one afternoon and looked over his shoulder to make sure no one was looking before watching you through the gaps in the display.

His jaw clenched when he saw a man at your side. 

The two of you were talking and laughing, and you looked far too comfortable around him for his taste. 

You were headed towards the stairs to your apartment. 

His jaw clenched. 

A small part of him knew that he had no right to feel any type of way about how you spent your time or who you spent it with, but it was overshadowed by a possessive anger that resonated through his entire body. 

Instead of thinking about why he felt the way he did, Euronymous huffed and headed into the back of the store to stew in his annoyance. 

“Thank you so much for doing this.” You muttered, letting Filip into your apartment “I don’t know anything about this kind of shit and I didn’t have anyone else to ask.” 

“Don’t worry about it.” He smiled, following you inside. “I owe you one anyway for saving the day with that cake last month. Carina would have killed me if the baby hadn’t had a cake on her birthday.” 

“I like baking.” You waved him off, leading the way to the shoddy light switch in your kitchen. “Plus, you’re family. I’ll never say no to baking my favourite niece a cake.”

“Tell me again, what’s wrong with it?” He set his bag of tools down on the ground and flicked it on. 

You both watched the light flicker, followed by a burning smell.

“Never mind.” He grimaced and flicked the switch back into the off position. “I’ll take a look.” 

“Thanks again,” you sighed tiredly, “I’m just going to get some work done in the other room if you’re alright in here?” 

“Yeah,” he muttered, already focused on getting the light switch panel off the wall. “I’m all good. I’ll yell if the house catches fire.”

You chuckled under your breath, heading towards the massive pile of assignments you’d taken on. You’d very clearly opted to write too many articles and needed first drafts for almost all of them before typing out a final version the following day at the office. 

When Filip left an hour later, you shrugged on your coat and walked him out, thanking him one last time before walking in the opposite direction with the intention of getting yourself a bottle of wine.

You lit a cigarette and walked slowly to the liquor store a few streets down, enjoying the warmer-than-usual weather. You loved walking around town at a leisurely pace, taking in all the storefronts and the people milling around, guessing who they were and what their stories were. You'd been too busy to appreciate day-to-day life lately and were looking forward to a moment of peace.

“Big date?” Euronymous’s voice caught you off guard when you made it back to your apartment an hour later. He was leaning up against the outer store wall by the stairs, smoking a cigarette with a scowl on his face.

“Huh?” Your brows pulled together in confusion. You weren’t sure why he was talking to you in the first place. It had been weeks since you’d last fucked. He’d painted your face with cum in your kitchen after fucking you stupid and walked out without a word. 

You hadn’t spoken to or bothered eachother since. 

To be fair, you’d been so overwhelmed with work that you didn’t feel like you had time to breathe. You weren’t sure that you would’ve even noticed if he’d started blaring his music again or pissing on the sidewalk. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d actually paid attention to anything other than the smoke curling up towards the sky while having your morning cigarette.

“With your boyfriend from earlier,” he squinted at you angrily, “Do I need to get tested or something? I didn’t realise you were such a whore.” 

You frowned, clutching the bottle of wine to your chest as if you were afraid he'd snatch it out of your hands. 

“Filip?” You’re eyes widened in realization, followed by a little amused smirk. “That’s my brother in law, fuckhead.”

The flush in his cheeks was light, but you were able to see it before he let some of his hair fall in front of his face in what he hoped had been a casual move.

“Why do you even care?” You cocked your head to the side. “Are you jealous?” 

“No.” He scoffed immediately. “I just don’t want the fucking clap.” 

“Sure.” You bobbed your head tightly, “real nice. The closest I’ve ever been to being a whore was letting you fuck me so if anything, I should be the one getting tested. I bet you’ve got all sorts of groupies hanging off of you and your little band.” 

“I don’t fuck groupies!” Euronymous snapped, clearly offended “We don’t have groupies, I fucking hate groupies. The kind of music we play is supposed to make people want to kill themselves, not fuck us!”

“Oh my god,” You groaned tiredly. “Yeah, you’re real cool, Mr. Metal. Don’t you worry, that’s exactly what it’s doing. Are we done here now that we’ve established that you’re not jealous and neither of us are whores? I’ve had a long fucking day.”

“Whatever.” He scoffed, looking away. 

You had the bottle of wine open before you were even halfway up the stairs and took a good, long gulp before jamming your key in the lock angrily. 

Once the door was shut and you were on the other side of it, you rested your forehead against it and let out a frustrated scream, bouncing it, not too hard, off the wood. 

You’d managed to go weeks, too busy to think about this guy, and now here he was being jealous. You were also pretty sure he’d waited there for you to come back too, which meant he’d been watching you, at least well enough that he’d seen you walk by with Filip a few hours before.  

You hated that you found him being jealous and possessive, regardless of his denial of it, incredibly alluring. 

Had he been thinking about you? 

That night, you downed what was left of the wine and dreamt of fucking him, but not like the other times. 

No. 

This was soft and loving and so, so different from what the two of you had been doing up until that point. 

There was no name-calling, no cursing, or hitting. 

Just the two of you, clinging to eachother, staring into each other’s souls. 

You woke up feeling far too relaxed. 

“Ah, shit.” You sighed to yourself, letting your head fall into your hands, less concerned about the ear-splitting headache than you were about the dream. “What the fuck is wrong with me.”

You came home on the following Friday night to find a man dressed in full metalhead uniform with long hair tied out of his face with a red bandana, sitting on the stairs leading to your front door. 

It was a nice face. 

Pretty with light facial hair and smoldering eyes that were fixated on you the second you rounded the corner. 

The two of you stared at eachother for a moment. 

“You live here?” He asked you, looking genuinely surprised as his eyes scanned you from head to toe. 

“Yeah.” You frowned. “Did you throw a rock through my window or something?”  

“What?” his brows pulled together immediately and a startled laugh slipped past his lips. “No. Why would you ask that?” 

“I dunno,” You shrugged, able to feel your cheeks warming slightly. “Looked like you were waiting for whoever lives at the top of those stairs.”

“I work in the store downstairs. I actually sit out here a lot. I’m surprised that I’ve never seen you before.” He cracked a little smirk. “You’re pretty.” 

“You’re the one who poured coffee on Øystein.” He said after half a minute, when you just blinked at him.

“Øystein?” You frowned 

“Yeah, Euronymous, who owns the store?” 

“Oh.” your eyes widened slightly in realization before a grin stretched across your face. “Yeah. That was me. Twice.” 

“Twice?” He laughed “oh, he kept that shit to himself the second time then.” 

“I probably would too.” You shrugged, looking smug “I warned him.” 

“So, what do you like to do when you’re not pouring coffee on your neighbours?” 

“I-” 

You were cut off by the shops back door slamming open. 

You both watched the shop owner step out onto the sidewalk and immediately start scowling when he caught sight of the two of you together. 

“You said five minutes.” He narrowed his eyes at his bandmate, who just sighed and muttered a goodbye on his way back into the shop. 

“So you’re trying to fuck my friends now?” Euronymous all but snarled at you once the two of you were alone, taking two steps forward to get in your face. 

“Oh, for christ’s sake.” You groaned, looking up at him with clear annoyance. “We were just talking, and you know what? It is none of your goddamn business who I fuck.” 

His upper lip twiched when the corner of yours curled up into a smug smirk. 

“You are jealous.” You jabbed a finger into his chest “just fucking admit it.” 

He leaned into you, planting one hand above your head, against the wall, trapping you in between him and the hard brick. 

You shuddered, but still had that infuriating look of amusement on your face. 

“I thought we’d been over this.” He dipped his head down to mutter into your ear “I’m not fucking groupies, and you’re not fucking Jan.” 

“First of all,” Your voice came out breathy. You were undeniably flustered by the proximity and the warmth of his breath on the side of your neck “You don’t have groupies. That was established and not much else. I never agreed to anything, neither of us did.” 

“Isn’t that right Øystein?” His actual name came out of your mouth and he stiffened. 

God, it sounded so right falling from your lips. 

In a fit of confused rage, he bit down on the side of your neck and sucked at the skin brutally. 

“Ow!” You yelped, shoving him off of you “What the fuck?” 

He just smirked and licked his lips, backing into the store. 

“Fuck you!” you shouted, brushing your fingers over the sore spot he’d left on your neck. 

Confused, annoyed, and a little bit turned on, you rushed up the stairs and threw your bag down on the table, examining the quickly darkening bruise blooming where he’d unexpectedly clamped down with his mouth. 

“Mother fucker!” You cursed under your breath, pinching the bridge of your nose in an effort to slow your ragged breathing and racing heart. 

He’d fucking marked you. 

As if you belonged to him or something. 

That fucking asshole.

Dividers made by @saradika-graphics

[nexmalin]

Part 2

Breakdown’s intake slightly opened and closed, before speaking, “Bee, what happened? Everyone thought you were dead, why didn’t you come home? Come to me?” The hurt in Breakdown’s voice was obvious, and it hurt so much to hear how upset someone he cherished so much was. After a few moments, Bumblebee worked up the strength to speak.

“It was a direct order from Optimus… Told me that my death would be faked so that if anything went wrong, the Autobots would have a trump card.”

Breakdown froze, his servos tightening around Bumblebee in both anger and a fierce wave of protection rolling over him. Of course… Of course it was Optimus, It’s always Optimus! Bumblebee would follow that Prime to the well of the all spark, and stay there if he was commanded to.

“Brea… Breakdown… Breakdown! Y-You’re squeezing me a bit tight, there!” Bumblebee wheezed out. Breakdown’s optics flickered down to Bumblebee, his arms loosening around Bumblebee, but still remaining a comfortable pressure around the smaller mech. His servos gently rubbed over the spots he squeezed too tightly in a silent apology.

“Are you ok? You seemed to be stuck in your own processor for a bit there” Bumblebee joked quietly. Breakdown tried to laugh, but he could only let out a sigh. “Bee… Why would you ever take up a mission like this?” And when Bumblebee responded with the same excuse of “Optimus sent me on this mission, and I had to listen, he’s my leader”. Breakdown brought his servos up to cup Bumblebee’s face, and making Bumblebee look him in the optics.

As Bumblebee looked up at the stunticon, and instead of seeing a sharp look of disdain and anger, he saw… fear. Breakdown’s face was filled with fear, anger, and hatred. When Bumblebee tried to shrink away, Breakdown finally spoke, his usual cocky and strong tone replaced with a tremble, “Bumblebee. Your loyalty will kill you. I… I know you think you need to follow him til the end of time, but the fact is that your loyalty will be your downfall. You following every stupid order given to you, no matter what it does to you, no matter how much it tears you a-apart… damn it, Bee” Breakdown sniffled and wiped his optics. Bumblebee tried to speak, but Breakdown continued, “I can’t lose you again. You have no idea that the moment your death was announced… I damn near lost my mind.”

The sight of Breakdown crying, even the smallest amount, broke Bumblebee. He made Breakdown cry. Bumblebee felt his lip plate wobble and his vision was clouded by optical fluid. As much as he tried to hold back, the dam broke. Breakdown watched as Bumblebee began sobbing, and before he could even consider apologizing for making him upset, Bumblebee threw his arms around Breakdown’s neck. Through sniffles and sobs, he choked out, “I-I’m sorry! I’m so so sorry! I’m sorry, B-Breakdown!”

Breakdown’s optics widened as he felt Bumblebee squeeze him tighter, and feeling the violent sobs wrack through Bumblebee’s frame. Slowly, as Bumblebee’s sobs calmed down, Breakdown whispered, “Hey… Hey, you’re okay… it’s ok. I’m not mad, not at you anyway.”

Through the following weeks, Breakdown and Bumblebee had seen sides of each other that they had never seen. Breakdown had returned to the warehouse, with some parts he found, and some energon from Starscream. Despite how much of a prick Starscream could be, he definitely treated the Decepticons a whole lot better than Megatron did.

Breakdown entered through a garage door and quickly shut it behind him, not wanting to let out any more heat than necessary, and placed the crate of parts down with a soft thunk. The stunticon stretched, cracking his back strut, and called out, “Bee, I’m back!”. No response. Breakdown walked away from the door, and called out again, “Bee?”. Again, no response. Entering the main area, he saw the gold mech standing completely still, as if he had been turned to stone. Breakdown cautiously walked over, and tapped Bumblebee on the shoulder with a digit, “Bee?” Still no response.

The longer the scout didn’t respond, the more concerned Breakdown got. He tapped on Bumblebee’s helm, snapped his digits in front of his optics, practically shouting Bumblebee’s name. Eventually, he grabbed Bumblebee by the shoulders and shook him, screaming, “Bee!”. As if snapped out of a trance, the smaller mech gasped, and began shaking, his stabilizers giving out from under him, luckily with Breakdown catching him before he crashed onto the ground.

Bumblebee’s optics were wildly flickering all over the place and eventually landed on the familiar face of Breakdown. Through gasps, Bumblebee muttered, “Breakdown, I saw… I saw Optimus… G.H.O.S.T is watching me… my every movement, they- they know where I am, what I’m doing… they won’t leave me alone! I feel them watching me! I-I have to leave-!” Breakdown caught Bumblebee as he tried to run. “Woah, woah, calm down, G.H.O.S.T isn’t watching us, Optimus isn’t here…”. Bumblebee cried “No, no, no, no! You don’t understand! G.H.O.S.T is having him stalk me! He’s right there!”

Breakdown looked to where Bumblebee was gesturing at, and the only thing there was an old metal pole. Slowly, Breakdown sat Bumblebee down, and said, “Tell me what you see, Ok?” And Bumblebee shuddered. Optimus was staring at him, but he looked wrong. His colour was slightly more orange, and the blue was a dark navy, but it was his face that scared Bumblebee the most. His optics were wide, and instead of the blue, it was white, with large black pupils. His face was warped, and looked all wrong. It didn’t look real. Slowly, Bumblebee felt the world look normal, not a warped, nightmarish version of it.

Breakdown sagged in relief as Bumblebee blinked and his focus shifted to him.

[imthepunchlord]

Ok, another quick ML rant cause I've been listening to Zoe talk about the new eps when she gives them a watch.

And I am just having another big head scratcher for the choices they decided to take things, like, in hindsight, they had a really solid set up on how to progress the story villain wise.

Nobody has mentioned once that, with this set up of Lila as the new Butterfly villain, it is a downgrade from going to imposing adult to teenage villain (unless we do get confirmation that Lila is some immortal or/and magical entity as how she works is just so bonkers).

I agree with Nobody that it would've been better to start with a teenage villain and then upgrade to an adult. Like, it doesn't even have to be Lila as the starting villain. Chloe easily can fill that role of villain, and so could've done Felix. You also could've done Adrien if you wanted to work off him being unhappy and wanting to lash out, target his father's image, be petty. And publicly, he's so nice and well meaning, could've had a nice set up mystery of who the Butterfly was. And for those who like the LS, could've had an enemies to lover scenario.

But the the icing on the cake, which prompted this whole rant, was learning there's a secret organization that Nathalie is working with. And I hear Gabriel was apart of it too, so presumably Tomoe is also apart of it.

And I just stare at this and I think just how fitting would it have been if this group of (presumably) rich assholes came around about the same time Marinette meets Fu and learns that there was an Order of Guardians of the Miraculous.

And it's at this time we get confirmation that there are more Miraculous out there. We get confirmation of the Zodiac and there's even 12 of these guys. The potential connection is RIGHT THERE. I haven't even heard what these guys want to do yet, but one idea could've been that they want to be the New Order of the Guardians, and it would've added to Fu's own involvement in the story.

And potentially, they get revealed not long after the Butterfly gets stolen. And with it, they really get to show how far this Miraculous can go in terms of power. And for the previous misuser, you now have the fun scenario that the enemy of my enemy is my friend, and that could open the road to redemption and becoming an actual hero. Or you could've had the fun of them playing the long game and just wanting to go back to villainy.

Additionally, this whole thing just screams to me that THIS could've been the means to back the need for more heroes, from full time to part time. For Gabriel alone in canon, for how much he loses and how well the lead duo do most of the time, it didn't really validate the need for more heroes. But if you have a dozen villains misusing Miraculous or aiming to get Miraculous to misuse, then you have a good reason to bring in more heroes.

In hindsight of it all, it's such an obvious and sensible route. The writing and choices of this show just drives me bonkers as the potential is right there and often it's so obvious.

[iyz2scared]

Behold, my first fanfic ever!

Also be warned because I can't be bothered to proof-read this shit @fishymom-art @anonymouscreatorxd

REBLOGS OVER LIKES PLEASE, I WANT PEOPLE TO SEE THIS

Why do they care?

It was an active day in the Dark Cacao Kingdom, cookies chatting nonchalantly with eachother while doing final preparations for the approaching snowstorm as watchers patrol the streets, checking to make sure everything is bunkered down properly and helping when needed, up within the castle walls, Cloud Haetae cookie watches Mystic Flour with a deadpan face as she does one last check of the garden trying their best to ignore the whispers in the back of their mind, asking why this matters. "I think that's everything" Mystic Flour mutters before walking towards her child "is there anything specific you want to check over Cloud Haetae cookie?" "No..." the smaller cookie answers with a flat voice, they weren't always like this, not even a year ago they were joyful and energetic, like a puppy wanting to discover everything the world has to offer, but that part's hard to reach now, her old souljam shrouding the light she once saw in her child's eye in a fog of apathy "... well let's get inside then, no point in staying out here in the cold" she sighs, gently nudging Cloud Haetae cookie along, after some walking through the halls for a bit, the two entered the room where Fettuccine cookie and Onion cookie where staying in, they had been over for a visit when snowstorm warning was issued and Mystic wasn't about to risk losing any children to the snow "hii" Fettuccine greets as Onion cookie looks up from her fidget to nod hello before Mystic speaks up "hello you two, I wanted to check if everything was alright over here" "yeah we're ok!" "We're good" Cloud Haetae cookie slips into the room as the girls give their confirmations "if that's the case then I'll leave you be, if any of you need anything just ask one of the watchers to get me ok?" "ok, byebye"

Cloud Haetae cookie wasn't keeping track of the time as they listen to Fettuccine infodump about her recent interest and the wind howling in the distance, normally the wind didn't bother them but this time something about it was off putting to them and not know why only unsettled them more, why did it sound so sad? "Cloud Haetae cookie, are you ok?" The canid looks up at Onion cookie, her pupil-less eyes showing a sense of worry "Y-yeah, I..." as much as they wanted to lie, Cloud Haetae cookie knew that Onion cookie was scarily good at picking up on emotions, so much so that she was the only one who could still read Cloud Haetae cookie's emotions, which they were grateful for at times, other times however... "I- the wind's just loud, that's all" "... Fettuccine could you tell us more about the roses you've been growing?" "Yeah, they have really pretty petals and, oh did you know that desert roses actually store water in their stems?" "I thought all flowers did that?" "Nope, some only siphon, some plants-" "thank you" Cloud Haetae cookie whispers as Fettuccine rambles on, Onion cookie giving them a thumbs up in response.

Later, the wind is starting to get to Cloud Haetae cookie again, Fettuccine had fallen asleep so they couldn't rely on her rambling to tune it out anymore, all they can do is listen to the dreadful howl "you sure you don't need miss Flour?" Onion asks them, her voice seeming to come from everywhere in the room "she's probably asleep by now" "we both know she wouldn't care if you woke her up" "..." Cloud Haetae cookie glances over at the rabbit plush sitting next to Fettuccine, the mummy peacefully sleeping in a heap "I don't know why it's bothering me so much, it's not like I haven't experienced a snowstorm before..." "playing dead isn't going to change that though" Cloud Haetae cookie lets out a long sigh as they sit up "since when did you get so wise" "since I learned that I have all the time in Earthbread" "fair" after that quick exchange, Cloud Haetae cookie slipped off into the halls wandering without really thinking about where their going, surely they'll end up at their mom's room eventually "Prince Cloud Haetae!" Fuck "what are you doing out here, it's late and storming" "... I'm not a puppy" "that isn't- I didn't mean it like that, my apologies, it's just that last time you wandered alond night-" Has it really been that long since he's wandered the castle alone? "I know, I'm not going there, I wasn't wandering then either" "right.... do you need my help for anything?" "I just want to go find mom" "oh, I take you there if you want" "no" "are-... ok, if you don't mind me prying-" Cloud Haetae cookie starts tuning the watcher out, since when did the cookies here get so nosey, why do they care so much, why do they care about anything? They've already lost Sriracha Cheddar cookie to destruction, what makes them think they wouldn't fall to apathy, why do they continue to keep such a danger close, why do they care so much? "Young prince?" "... go away" "hmm, pardon?" Cloud Haetae cookie turns to face the cookie following them "Leave me alone" "... alright sorry, I understand" the watcher gives Cloud Haetae cookie a quick pat on the shoulder before turning around, they can't keep caring like this, they need to stop, they need to let go, they need to learn that they can't care for something uncaring, they need to be embraced by apathy, so without thinking, Cloud Haetae cookie grabs the hand of the caring cookie and holds it in their own as a dreadful, comforting white replaces their dough.

Cloud Haetae cookie wants so badly to scream, to wail, to show any outward remorse, but nothing comes out, not even a tremble, the only thing they can do is stare wide eyed at their flour covered paws and at the dusty outfit on the ground, they didn't want this, it's not their fault that they cared for someone so dangerous, but it felt inevitable, maybe they were destined to take their mother's place. "C-Cloud?" They turn to the voice behind them, to look at the horror on their friend's faces "Fettucci-" "WHAT DID YOU DO?!?" "Onion..." Cloud Haetae cookie flinches internally as Onion cookie shrieks at them, barely even registering Fettuccine speaking up" "THEY DIDN'T DO ANYTHING TO DESERVE THIS WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!?! You're- You're a killer, you're awful!!" "Onion, please stop!" Fettuccine wraps her arms around Onion cookie as a puff of white fog envelops Cloud Haetae cookie, clearing to reveal them in their guardian form, there's to much going on, there's flour on their paws, their friends are yelling and screaming at eachother, they can hear Dark Cacao in the distance, the wind is still howling in their ears, the air's too cold, it needs to stop... no, no they can't hurt their friends, their brother, they can't "Cloud Haetae cookie... I- hey WAIT!" They don't even realize their running until they're at the nearby window, but they don't stop themselves from leaping out, they don't stop when they land in the quickly accumulating snow, they don't stop when they hear Dark Choco calling after them, and they don't stop when they reach the wall, they just keep running into the howling wind and snow, but why do they care?

[daincrediblegg]

I want a Terror Ted Lasso AU.

[kitamars]

hhhnhhghgjjghgugujgutuutghn piskin……..