#I think you'd like him Deathy!!

[ghosts-and-blue-sweaters]

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Aaaaaah thank you so much :D

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Tommy blinks, almost startles. Wilbur wonders when that started happening; Tommy jumping like that, whenever Wilbur spoke. It didn't used to happen. It never used to happen. 

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"Oh, it's- it's good." Tommy clears his throat, taking another sip of his milkshake, sucking it through the straw. Vanilla. "Thick, though. Like the heart of Dwayne The Rock Johnson."

Wilbur huffs through his nose, tapping his index against his own red straw, plunged into his own milkshake. Peanut butter. 

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Wilbur runs until the smell of cigarette smoke goes away and then he keeps running. He runs over the sidewalk and over driveways and over weeds growing in cracks, and he keeps laughing and smiling even though all the running is making it hard to breathe. 

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"That's what you said twenty minutes ago, Wil! Twenty minutes ago!" Tommy leaps up, jamming a hand towards Wilbur's face. "That's twenty of these fingers! More than that, if you don't count the thumbs, which only a sick person would do! Thumbs are totally fingers, even if they look weird and unnerving."

[star-writes-sometimes]

Okay! So I saw your requests was open and I was thinking with white death when the reader comes home hurt because one of his enemies attacks her and he gets upset but takes care of the reader and stays by her side wile he sends off men to find and kill whoever hurt his love?(F!Reader if you could!) if you have time to do this🫶🏻

safe with you

word count: 2k

cw: ILLUSIONS TO SEXUAL ASSULT, assault, hurt/comfort?, wound cleaning, 

a/n: will i ever stop putting clockwork orange references in my work? probably not. also i do not speak russian so im sorry if the pet names are not correct 

 

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near his compound, there was a small town. it was full of friendly people - well they were friendly to you; you could never know if people were actually being friendly or if they just feared him.

you went to the small town often, it was close enough that he didn't mind you going on your own, he had enough of a reputation that no one would so much as look at you badly.

it was a warm day, warm enough for you to wear the new sundress he got you the week prior. you had already been to the small fruit and vegetable shop you were fond of and were heading to get a cold drink at the local cafe before returning home when you heard heavy footsteps behind you.

"hey sweetheart!" someone called out behind you so you picked up your pace, trying to move quicker to the small cafe.

"don't be like that, we just want to talk." another voice called.

for some reason you didn't believe them.

you made the mistake of looking behind you. 

there were three men, all bigger than you dressed in all black. as soon as you made eye contact with them, they took off running towards you. you ran too but they had a head start. the biggest of the three grabbed you quickly and dragged you into a dark alley.

if you weren't so panicked you'd roll your eyes at the cliché.

the one who grabbed you spun you around so you were facing them and slammed you into the rough wall.

"huh. seein' you up close it suddenly makes sense why he keeps you close." the one holding you sneered in your face. he smelled like beer and tobacco, and you had to suppress a gag.

the guy on the right got much too close to you for your liking, "if i were old deathy i'd be pretty upset if somethin' happened to a pretty little toy like you. what do you think pete?" 

the third guy, pete apparently, settled one of his hands in your hair, "i think if something happened to one of these pretty hairs then that would send quite the message to mr. death."

your panic increased. you started struggling harder against the men but they just pushed you harder into the wall.

the guy on your right grabbed your cheek forcing you to look at him, "hey hey hey stop squirming sweetheart." you felt something cold and sharp poke into your side, "wouldn't wanna rip your pretty dress now would we?"

you went deadly still. you could feel the tears start to well in your eyes, but you kept eye contact.

pete gripped your lower thigh below your dress hem and slowly started feeling upwards, "there are other ways we could send our message."

luckily for you the one holding you against the wall slapped his hand away, "no."

"no? be honest georgie, look at her. you saying you don't want to hit that?" pete spoke and looked at you in such a derogatory way it made your skin crawl.

the one holding the blade to you interrupted before georgie could respond, "no, i wanna see if the toy can bleed." he dragged the blade up, pressing harshly into the material of your dress making small rips. 

you tried to stay still, and he settled the knife against your throat. you couldn't help the whimper that escaped as you tried to press yourself more into the wall.

"your little boyfriend pissed us off sweetheart. but the man doesn't seem to care about a lot so it was hard to hit him back. imagine our surprise when we found out he was hidin' you." the knife had broken skin now and you could feel some blood start to trickle down your neck.

"oi the fuck are you doing?" a voice came out from the entrance of the alleyway, startling them all. three heads turned in sync of the noise but you stayed still, the pressure of your throat only loosening slightly.

"piss off its none of your business." pete yelled out.

"it is if you've got white deaths girl there." another voice responded. the blade moved from your throat enough for you to turn your head. to your relief it was two men you recognised from the compound, aiko and rin.

the two men approached and georgie loosed the hold he had on you enough for you to run past them. aiko grabbed your hands as pulled you close to inspect the wound on your neck while rin approached the trio and threatened them, softly enough so you couldn't hear. 

rin joined you and aiko and started leading you away wordlessly to their car to take you back to the compound.

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you walked in guided by aiko. you were close with aiko and rin as they were among of white deaths most trusted, meaning they were trusted to be around you.

aiko kept his hand high on your back as he left you to white deaths office and you couldn't help the fear that came back to you.

"sir?" rin knocked on the door, gently pushing it open. aiko gently tapped you on the back, wordlessly signalling you to enter first.

you enter keeping your eyes firmly on the floor, not wanting to meet his intense gaze just yet. 

you heard him move and felt his strong hand under your chin, forcing you to look at him but you refused to meet his eye, "любимая."

at the familiar pet name you finally met his eyes. he looked mad. "what happened."

you felt your chin wobble and the tears you had been so desperately fighting finally fall down your cheeks. he broke your gaze and looked over to rin and aiko who were standing behind you.

rin started explained but you didn't listen. you just stared at his hands trying to forget about what had happened. you reached out to grab the hand that wasn't on your chin and held it, tracing the old tattoos.

he spared a few glances down at you. his thumb gently drew circles on the side of your jaw and he stepped closer to you. if it was anyone else it would feel like someone invading your space but he made you feel safe.

you didn't notice rin and aiko leave but you did notice him pulling his hands away to wrap his arms around you, "are you okay, родная?"

you shook your head against his chest, trying desperately to calm yourself down. he rubbed his hand up and down your back soothingly.

you don't know how long you stood there in the entry to his office, quietly sobbing in his arms. he didn't rush you, he waited for you to pull away before he rested his hand on your cheek, "what happened?"

you swallowed, trying to find your voice again, "didn't rin tell you?"

"he told me what he saw but he wasn't there the whole time."

"they uh." you breathing increased again so he silently led you over to his desk. he sat down and pulled you onto his lap. you sat sideways leaning against his chest.

"take your time родная."

you took a breath and tried again, "they grabbed me while i was walking and took my down an alley." his hand starting rubbing up and down your arm again, "they held me against the wall a-and were talking about stuff, getting back at you." his hold tightened on you but you continued, "he held a knife to my side and then put it at my neck. they um. one of them he touched my thigh and made a joke about-" you couldn't finish that sentence, but he knew what you meant.

he was quiet for a while and you appreciated it, simply leaning on his chest listening to his heartbeat.

"любимая." he spoke softly, successfully pulling your attention, "i am sorry. nothing like this will ever happen to you again. those men will pay for what they did to you."

he leans down and kisses your forehead. you hum contently and wiggle impossibly closer to him, "yeah i know."

"can we go to our room? i want to clean your neck." 

you were reminded of the small stinging pain you still feel on your throat and nodded in response despite not wanting to get up.

he knew this of course so he carried you to your bedroom. he pushed the door open with his foot, not faltering his hold on you for a second until he could gently put you down on your bed.

you sat up on the bed and watched him move around the room to grab the first aid kit you kept in there. he returned in front of you, on his knees. he gently reached up and stroked the cut before opening up the small box and pulling out some alcohol wipes.

"i am sorry, родная, this may sting." he did his best to be gentle but you still flinched away from the cold wipe on your neck. 

you observed him while he did this. he always looked beautiful while focused. you reached your hand down to tuck some of his hair behind his ear. he smiled fondly at the gesture.

he moved to discard the wipes and grabbed a large band aid. he titled your head up and applied it to the cut. 

"all done любимая. do you want to have a bath." he sat beside you and pulled you onto his lap again.

you shook your head and started chewing on your bottom lip nervously. his hand cupped your face and he gently pulled your lip from between your teeth.

"don't. what are you nervous about?"

"can you just stay with me? all night please." you hated how wobbly your voice still was.

his grip on your jaw tightened and he guided your face up to kiss you. he kissed you softly, carefully, like he thought you may break.

"of course, родная, i'll stay as long as you desire."

you kissed him again, more firmly than he kissed you. you reached your arms around his neck and pulled him as close as you could, "please don't leave me alone."

"never." he stood up and you instinctively wrapped your legs around him. he moved to his wardrobe and placed you on the ground as gently as possible. 

he kissed your cheek and softly asked permission to undress you, which you granted. he took off your dress and carefully placed it in a hamper nearby.

"it was a beautiful dress родная." you couldn't help the heat that rose in your neck. even after so long being together he still made you flustered.

he grabbed one of his own dress shirts that fit you like a dress and slipped it onto your body, buttoning up a minimal number of buttons. he picked you up and held you tightly to his side, resuming your position from before.

he laid you down on the bed and quickly went to change. he came back and slid into bed next to you. immediately you curled up into his side and laid your head on his chest.

you couldn't help the fear left over from the day returning. you felt your hands starts to shake slightly and he, of course, took notice.

"how can i help you любимая?"

you grabbed his hand and moved it down your thigh onto the same place that bastard touched. his eyebrows scrunched slightly in confusion but let you continue.

you moved his hand over every place they touched. from where you were groped, to where you were held against the wall and then finally to where the blade was held against you.

by the time you settled his hand over the band aid on your throat he had realised what you were doing. he moved so he was hovering above you and started manoeuvring himself to kiss every place you had him touch.

he spoke between kisses, "no one," kiss "but me," kiss "will ever," kiss "touch," kiss "you again." he moved up to kiss your lips firmly and passionately.

he pulled away and cradled your face before retaking your positions from before. 

your head rested over his heart and you could again heart the soft thumps. for the first time that day you felt totally calm. 

you would always be safe with him.

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translations:

родная - my dear

любимая - darlingp

[beefrobeefcal]

Beefro I’m thinking about how cute it would be for mouse to buy Frankie his favorite chocolates and baking him a cake or getting edible arrangements for him for Valentine’s Day.

OR there’s this restaurant near me that’s like a bunch like every kind of food and I can just imagine Frankie going wild in there because it ranges from like fancy gourmet food to like fast food.(idk if that makes sense?)🖤

Deathy, you're gonna kill me...

ANOTHER ONE FOR THE BEEFRO BANK!

You'd been planning something special for Frankie's first Father's Day. Since welcoming [redacted bc spoilers], he'd done everything in his power to make sure you both were happy. The long hours and overtime he worked to make sure you could take a longer maternity leave to bond with your sweet little [redacted] meant the world to you, and you wanted to thank him in a way that he would enjoy. Will and Hannah agreed to take [redacted] the night before Father's Day and you decorated your bedroom with pastries and flowers before laying yourself out, naked on the bed save for the chocolate covered fruits on your body.

Just-one-look-at-you-and-I-know-it's-gonna-be-a-lovely-day regards,

Beefro 👌🥩💜

[sometipsygnostalgic]

What happens to Hordak and Entrapta after the show, people aren't going to just accept Hordak after all hes done, and what does Hordak want in life when he's not trying to imitate Prime

So, on the assumption that they go to space shortly after,

Three things could happen here

1. Entrapta agrees to go to space without Hordak. Not unlikely. She didn't ask anyone to help her locate Hordak and probably understands that people don't think too great of the guy, and would leave him with Wrong Hordak. Hordak is forced against his will to make new friends. He finds the idiot Sea Hawk surprisingly interesting. But she’d only agree to this if it’s a relatively short trip. 

2. Entrapta gives puppy dog eyes at Bow until he caves. Which doesn't take as long as you'd think. They have both Hordak and Catra on the space ship now. Maybe Wrong Hordak too. Things are very awkward. But at least she's happy and the ship is in good order. Hordak turns out to help balance away the madness of the Space Squad.

3. She just decides to stay on Earth on the next trip. Everyone at Best Friend Squad goes "WHAAAAAT?" and shes like "Sorry guys, I got other priorities!" And then they have to beg her to go with them at least the first time because Bow and Adora have no idea what the fuck they're doing in space. I actually wrote this into a fanfic I was making ABOUT THESE CHARACTERS GOING ON TRIAL - it only makes sense that Adora learn to pilot her own ship, as much of a disaster as she is.

A bit of meta on that top ask below:

I'd say, Hordak and Catra are in the same boat at the end of the show. Both of them are familiar and well-recognised figures on Etheria, both of them led the violent showdowns that resulted in many deathys, and both of them were victims of a repressive higher authority. There are some things Hordak did that Catra didn't do, there are some things Catra did that Hordak didn't do.

Hell, to an extent, you'd have to worry about Entrapta too - the Horde wouldn't have been anywhere CLOSE to as successful as they were if she hadn't gotten involved. Even their successes in her absence are because she worked with Hordak and gave him the knowledge and tools he needed to tear apart places like Salineas. Even worse - she's a traitor! She wasn't raised into it like the others, she actively chose to hack into the Black Garnet and build the world-destroying portal, and I bet there are parts of Etheria that would resent her for it.

But..... you have 3 people who were absolutely fundamental in defeating prime. Entrapta's probably almost as well recognised as Adora at this stage with the work she put in, I can imagine people won't forget that emoji which flashed all over the planet. And Hordak THREW the fucker off a cliff! I'm sure people who look at him won't be able to... stay mad at him. Can you? He messed up big time, but was another victim of Prime. And will they want to lock up She-Ra's catgirl wife??? Look at her. She has anxiety!

Then you have Glimmer.... the little war criminal who opened the supermassive portal that let Prime access their front doorsteps! Can you really say those characters deserve to be locked up forever, but Glimmer gets off scot free? What on earth sort of message would that be, either among the Rebellion itself or to the people of Etheria?

I don't think there would be jail time for anyone though. They'd just all be asked to do community service. Entrapta's already doing this to the best of her abilities, and honestly, I don't think Catra or Hordak would complain about whatever they're asked to do. These three would gladly use their skillsets to repair all the shit they destroyed, as far as they could. And Glimmer's punishment for being a little shit will be acting as the most hardworking queen Etheria's ever seen. Provided she doesn't run off to space for a year.

I’d imagine that the entire cast has a consensus, rebellion and horde - Fix all the shit that broke, then decide who you want to be. Maybe go on some cool space adventures and see the universe! I think that’s who they want to be - Explorers!