#and I still believed I could be anything I wanted

[vxlvted]

pussy drunk!bang chan

pussy drunk!chan who is absolutely addicted to you. the moment he gets a taste, it’s over for him. he would start all slow and controlled, wanting to savor your reactions. but the second you moan his name or tug at his curls, his self control shatter.

he’s sloppy with it, getting so into it, he doesn’t care about how messy he gets. lips and chin completely covered but he loves it. he practically drowns himself between your thighs, gripping them so tightly as if he’s afraid you’ll slip away.

he gets lost in you, moaning against your skin, eyes fluttering shut. when eventually pulls away for air, his voice is breathless, pupils blown wide. “You taste so fucking good, baby” he groans before diving back in like he’s starved.

he’s always talking between kisses, between long strokes of his tongue. whispering how much he loves this, how good you are for him, how he never wants to stops. when you pull his hair or grind against his face—his nose rubbing hard your clit—he whimpers, low and desperate like he’s the one being ruined.

if you try to push him away when it gets too much, he won’t budge. his arms will lock around your thighs, keeping you there as he murmurs “Just one more, baby…. just one more for me.” but it’s never just one more. once isn’t enough. twice isn’t enough. he could spend the entire night between your thighs and still wants more. he’ll kiss his way back up your body, his lips swollen and voice husky and plead, “again?”

he gets smug when your legs start to shake. he open his eyes briefly to watch as you grab at the sheets, his shoulders, your pillow, at anything you can. he loves watching you fall apart for him, because of him. “That’s it, let me hear you.”

and there’s no way he isn’t turned on while doing this. he gets hard from just eating you out. if he has you on your back, he’s grinding into the mattress, into the sheets. if he’s got you sitting on his face, he’s rutting up into nothing, only feeling the slight shift of his sweatpants when his hips thrust upwards. sometimes, he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it until he gets embarrassingly close.

If you ever just grab his hair and hold him there, he’s a goner. his moans get louder. vibrating against your folds. I’m a firm believer in Chan being a pleasure dom. he loves making you feel good, that includes you using him for your pleasure.

I’m also a firm believer in Chan having a praise kink. I feel like he’d rather be praised than degraded. the second you call him good—your good boy, good baby—he loses it. gripping your thighs even harder, pulling you closer and working his tongue even faster to make you come undone. He lives for your praise, and he’ll do anything to earn it.

once he’s finally had enough, he’s pressing soft kissing into your thighs, rubbing soothing circles into your skin as you slow your breathing. he’d be so gentle afterwards, holding you close and whispering how perfect you are, how much he loves you. and if you let him, he’s falling asleep with his head still inbetween your thighs, completely spent but happy.

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[woolandcoffee]

Hey! Environmental lawyer who is literally staying on top of this for my job speaking:

NEPA is NOT going away! I want to be very, VERY clear here - NEPA, the law, the statute that Congress passed in 1970 is NOT going anywhere. It will still be a law on the books that will have to be complied with, and believe me when I tell you that if it is not complied with, there are lawyers at environmental non-profits across the country who will be filing lawsuit after lawsuit until it is complied with.

With that said - what is going on?

Well, first, let's start with what NEPA is. NEPA, which stands for the National Environmental Policy Act was passed in 1970. It is considered one of the first major environmental law statutes passed during this time. NEPA is actually a very simple, straightforward statute. It requires all federal agencies (every single one, think of a federal agency, and know that it has to comply with NEPA) to draft documents called Environmental Impact Statements that provide a detailed account of how an agency's proposed action will impact the environment. So, for example, if the Department of Transportation is proposing a project to revitalize a 10-mile stretch of I-40, then it would need to draft one of these EIS documents prior to doing so because revitilizing a highway is an agency action and NEPA requires agencies to draft an EIS document prior to taking an agency action. These EIS documents have to include information about the state of the environment prior to the agency taking the proposed action; information the expected direct, indirect, and cumulative impacts of the action; and include at least two alternative actions the agency could take instead and the environmental impacts of those actions. So in our DOT example, DOT would need to draft an EIS document that described the current environmental baseline of the 10 miles of I-40 it is looking to fix up, the expected environmental impacts of the project to repair those 10 miles of highway (I would expect that discussion to include impacts to the natural resources in the area, any pollution expected to occur, impacts to any endangered species in the area, impacts to any nearby communities, and a discussion of how a repaired highway will effect the area), and the inclusion of at least two other options that DOT could take such as doing nothing to the highway at all and maybe an option where the agency still repairs the highway but on a different schedule than proposed. Once DOT has drafted and published its EIS document for public review, it will have completed its NEPA responsibilities and may move forward with its proposed action.

Importantly, NEPA is a purely procedural act. What does that mean? Well, you may have noticed that in the above paragraph, I said that when drafting an EIS document, agencies need to include at least two possible alternatives to its proposed action. NEPA requires that at least one of those alternatives be a "no-action" alternative - basically, the agency needs to consider the environmental impacts of not doing anything at all. Along with that, the agency needs to consider at least one alternative way of carrying out its proposed action. Crucially, NEPA does NOT requires that agencies pick the most environmentally-friendly option for carrying out its action. NEPA only requires that agencies consider the environmental impacts of their actions and make a record of them. That's all. NEPA is a record-keeping statute, nothing more. That's not to say that NEPA hasn't been incredibly helpful over the years - it's good for agencies to know the environmental impacts of their actions and it does encourage them to act mindfully when it comes to the environment. But it does mean that the commenter above who said that NEPA losing its regulations will "make America sick again, cause neurological and intellectual impairment in children (due to less regulation of lead), and raise the level of preventable cancers in adults (due to less regulation of known carcinogens),thus reducing American productivity and greatness" isn't correct. Agencies will still have to perform the duties required of them by other environmental laws and, crucially, all federal agencies will still have to comply with NEPA.

So what is going on?

The Council of Environmental Quality, the federal agency responsible for making sure that all other federal agencies comply with NEPA, is rescinding its regulations on how to comply with NEPA. Regulations are law, but they are different that statutes passed by Congress. Congress passes statutes, like NEPA or the Clean Water Act or the Endangered Species Act, and then assign those statutes to federal agencies like CEQ or EPA or FWS to administer. Often the statutes passed by Congress lay out a framework for what to do (agencies should draft EIS documents to detail the environmental impacts of their actions) but don't always fill in the details (how many pages should those documents have, what environmental impacts exactly should agencies consider) so when the statute goes to the agency, Congress will often direct the agency to pass whatever regulations are necessary to fully implement the law. Regulations are laws, but they are laws passed by agencies, not Congress. So while CEQ is rescinding all the regulations implementing NEPA, CEQ does not have the authority to overturn NEPA - only Congress could do that. The regulations are being rescinded, but NEPA is still a law that, once again, all federal agencies will still have to comply with.

Why is CEQ rescinding all its regulations? Is this coming directly from the Trump Administration? Well, a little bit yes and a little bit no.

Last December, while Biden was still in office, a federal court in D.C. issued a decision finding that CEQ does not have the authority to issue regulations. You see, an agency can only issue federal regulations if Congress explicitly gives them permission to do so. While the text of NEPA outlines various duties for CEQ to perform, none of those duties include drafting regulations. In fact, for the first 8 years that NEPA was in law, CEQ did not issue any regulations at all because that was not an authority it had been granted. CEQ only issued regulations after President Carter issued an Executive Order directing CEQ to issue regulations. This was actually fairly controversial at the time and has remained slightly controversial since. Can a President give an agency the power to issue regulations or is that something that only Congress should be able to do?

So, this first decision from the D.C. court comes out in December. Then last month, a second federal court in North Dakota issued another decision reaching the same conclusion, that CEQ does not have the authority to issue regulations, and directed CEQ to rescind all its NEPA regulations. And that is exactly what CEQ is doing. They are complying with the court's order.

Now, obviously, CEQ had a choice. They could have appealed the ruling and attempted to get that decision overturned. Perhaps a Harris Administration would have made that call. So, in that way, yes this is a decision coming from the Trump Administration. They are choosing to comply with this order and rescind the regulations. But, without the court order, I don't think this is something the Trump Administration would have done on its own. Rather, they are taking advantage of the situation.

So what's the ultimate outcome here? At the end of the day, because all federal agencies will still have to comply with NEPA, the agencies have been given one year to come up with their own regulations to implement NEPA. Because the agencies have been following the CEQ regulations for close to 50 years, I expect that most agencies will adopt a process that looks almost identical to the process established in the CEQ regs. There may be some variation across agencies, but I don't see the agencies by-and-large wanting to reinvent the wheel here. Additionally, there are numerous Supreme Court decisions and a general body of case law about NEPA and how it must be implemented. The agencies will still need to comply with that as well. I actually don't foresee NEPA compliance changing that much purely because there's no good reason for it to be changed that much. And again, there are environmental lawyers who make their bones on suing agencies over NEPA. They will continue to do that, and I imagine will only get more aggressive in this era, not less.

I don't usually write detailed legal posts here on tumblr dot com, but when I saw this, I had to respond (sorry OP for the novella here) because the way this post is written and the comments responding to it don't accurately reflect what is going on. And to be clear, that's not a criticism on my part. NEPA isn't a particularly difficult statute in and of itself, but the legal issues surrounding CEQ's decision to rescind the regulations is complex and not something I would expect a non-lawyer (or even a lawyer not terribly familiar with this area of the law) to be able to fully get their arms around just by looking at the information put out by CEQ and in the Federal Register. On its face, rescinding the NEPA regulations sounds bad. But I hope that I've provided enough background information to show that this will not spell the end of environmental regulations in the United States. Believe me, the Trump administration is going to do everything in their power to roll back as much environmental regulation as possible. They put an oil and gas billionaire in charge at the Department of Interior, they're not fucking around here. But this thing with NEPA isn't going to automatically on its own stop environmental regulation or even stop agencies from complying with NEPA. It just changes the texture.

And that doesn't mean don't comment! Public comment on agency regulations is important and I encourage everyone to do it! I just wanted to make it clear what this move by CEQ is actually going to do because having accurate information is a good thing.

BONUS MONDAY MORNING QUARTERBACKING TIME: Okay, so you've read to the end of this and are probably starting to grasp why environmental law attorneys aren't invited to parties. But if you'll indulge me, do you want to hear my theory on why the D.C. federal court ruled that CEQ lacks the authority to issue regulations? Because, you see, the scope of CEQ's regulatory authority was NOT the question before the court at all. The case in question concerned a plan created by the Parks Service to allow tourism flights over four small parks in Northern California. The argument was about whether the NPS had appropriately done its NEPA compliance, and should have been a fairly boring, open-and-shut, bog standard NEPA case. And it would have been if the court hadn't gone completely hog wild and said "oh, by the way bitch, CEQ doesn't have rulemaking authority."

Now, the D.C. federal courts are sort of an interesting place. For reasons I won't get into, they tend to hear more NEPA cases than any other jurisdiction in the country. The judges in the D.C. courts are incredibly well-versed in NEPA case law and how NEPA works. So it was incredibly surprising to see them issue this case. And the timing? A month before Trump took office? Also interesting.

I could be completely off base, but my personal theory is that the D.C. court was trying to limit Presidential authority with this decision. The court specifically said here that if Congress has not specifically granted a federal agency the authority to issue regulations, then the President cannot use an Executive Order to grant agencies that authority. While many federal agencies do have the authority to issue regulations, not all of them do. Additionally, the agencies that do have the authority to issue regulations usually only have the authority to issue regulations for a specific law. EPA can issue regulations to implement the Clean Water Act, but it does not have authority to issue regulations for the Endangered Species Act, for example.

Again, I could be off base here, but I think the D.C. court issued this decision to limit the President's authority ahead of Trump, and because the D.C. court knew that agencies would still be required to comply with NEPA so while this whole thing is definitely going to be annoying for the agencies, it is fundamentally unlikely to change NEPA compliance going forward.

As a lawyer, I'm going to be very interested to see how this decision shapes case law going forward.

We have 30 days until the National Environmental Policy Act (NEPA) laws are rescinded. This is the 50-year bedrock of American conservation. Normally, these actions take years but the administration has provided 30 days for public comment gutting clean water and clean air. Drop what you’re doing, before you make any more calls or read any more social media posts, please populate the Federal Register with dissent.

A. Go to https://www.federalregister.gov/documents/2025/02/25/2025-03014/removal-of-national-environmental-policy-act-implementing-regulations

B. Click on the green rectangle in the upper right corner ("SUBMIT A PUBLIC COMMENT") .

C. Fill in your comment, and info at the bottom, and SUBMIT COMMENT.

[therealpie02]

pov: this is your first time sleeping in the same bed

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ colonel!Caleb / fem!mc, gege&pipsqueak, angst, smut, p in v, unprotected sex, squirting

You woke up in the middle of the night because warmth next to you disappeared. You opened eyes and saw Caleb's silhouette. He sat on the edge of the bed and looked out at the city, breathing heavily. Did he have a nightmare? You carefully got up and approached him from behind.

He tensed as he sensed your approach, his breathing heavy and erratic. When your soft footsteps drew near, Caleb turned his head slightly, the moonlight catching the glint of unshed tears in his eyes.

"Couldn't sleep?", his voice was rough, tinged with pain and exhaustion.

You sat down next to him. Your hand gently touched the spot where the robotic arm merged with the skin of his shoulder. You were afraid to imagine how much pain he had to go through. Your hand went to his cheek and turned his head towards you.

"You're strong, Caleb."

He leaned into your touch, his eyes finally meeting yours. The raw emotion in his gaze was palpable.

"Strong enough to feel every scar, every piece of metal that replaced flesh and blood", he paused, his voice dropping to a whisper. "But not strong enough to forget the man I used to be."

You stood up between his legs without breaking eye contact with him. His head was at the level of your chest. Your arms wrapped around his neck.

"May I kiss your scars?", you whispered.

His breath hitched at your words, and he closed his eyes briefly, as if the weight of your question was almost too much to bear. When he opened them again, there was a vulnerability in his gaze that he rarely showed.

"Yes," he whispered back, his voice barely audible.

You kissed his wet forehead. You lowered head to kiss the unshaven scar on his neck. His hands gently rested on your waist. You kissed his collarbone, his shoulder, where there were many scars from the introduction of a robotic arm.

He shuddered under your touch, each kiss a gentle balm to his wounded soul. His hands tightened slightly on your waist, not pulling you closer but holding onto you as if you were his lifeline. When you kissed the scars where his robotic arm met his flesh, he let out a soft, ragged breath.

You felt him shudder. Your gaze met his. You kissed his chin. "Caleb... should I continue?"

He gazed into your eyes, a war raging behind his dark pupils. The vulnerability was still there, tinged now with a flicker of hope, of needing connection amidst his personal Hell.

"Please," he whispered, the word a broken plea. "Kiss away the ache, even if only for tonight."

"No, Caleb. I'm yours, I'll always be with you." Even though you didn't fully believe your words, you wanted him to feel better. You sat on his hips and brought your face so close that you could feel his breath on your lips.

"Kiss me, gege", his eyes darkened, and his hands gripped your thighs possessively.

"You have no idea how dangerous that is," he growled softly. "One kiss might not be enough." He captured your mouth slowly, deeply, his robotic arm pulling you closer almost painfully. The kiss was hungry, almost punishing.

You felt the familiar lips on yours, the familiar heat between your legs. Caleb has never kissed you like this. You could barely take a breath. You didn't even realize that you were rocking hips towards him and feeling his cock through the fabric of your pajamas. You moaned into his mouth.

He groaned in response, the sound vibrating through both of you. His robotic arm tightened around your waist, pressing you firmly against him. The kiss deepened, becoming more urgent and passionate. He broke away briefly, his forehead resting against yours as he panted softly.

"I've missed this", you didn't have time to reply anything as you suddenly found yourself on back. He hovered over you, his body pressing against yours as he propped himself up on one elbow. His robotic arm gently cupped your cheek, his human hand gripping your hip. His eyes searched yours, looking for any sign of hesitation or fear. "Last chance to stop this, pipsqueak"

Was you scared? Maybe. You didn't know what to expect from the new Caleb. But you didn't want to back down.

"You can tie me up so I don't run away," you said with a grin. Your nipples were already hard and visible through your satin top. A smirk tugged at his lips as he drank in the sight of your hardened nipples straining against the thin fabric.

"Smartass," he murmured, his voice low and dangerous. Suddenly, the robotic fingers released your cheek, moving lightning-fast to pin your wrists above your head. You sighed in surprise.. and pleasure. You bit my lip and lifted your hips to slide over his cock.

Caleb growled softly, watching your body writhe beneath his. The robotic fingers tightened around your wrists possessively. His human hand slid down your body slowly, making you shiver. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of your pajama shorts and your tank top, "Lift up," he ordered softly and you obeyed.

In one smooth motion, he pulled both your top and shorts down to your thighs, revealing your bare skin. He moved down your body, kissing your collarbone while his robotic fingers kept your wrists securely pinned above your head. His human hand trailed lower, grazing the side of your breast.

You moaned and you hands twitched, but he held on tight. "Caleb, do you like it?" you asked brokenly. He paused, his breath hot against your skin.

"Like it?" he repeated, his voice a low rumble. "I fucking love it. Seeing you helpless under me, hearing those sweet little moans... it drives me fucking wild." He pinched your nipple gently, testing your reaction. You screamed, your pussy was eager, but you didn't know what else Caleb was up to.

"Caleb... Caleb, I need you."

He chuckled darkly, moving even lower. "Need me, huh?" He nipped at your stomach, his human hand sliding down to grip your hip possessively. His robotic fingers finally released your wrists, moving to spread your legs wide. "Tell me what you need," he demanded softly.

"Fuck me with your cock," you screamed, unable to endure his torture. "I haven't seen you for so long! Please, Caleb.… Did you miss me?" you saw the sad mood in his eyes.

His expression turned serious. "Course I missed you," he growled, positioning himself between your thighs. Caleb nudged his knee between your legs, forcing them even wider. "Say it again," he ordered roughly.

"Fuck me!" You shouted, and then you felt a slap on your pussy. You groaned.

"Not like that," he said, his voice firm but not unkind. "Tell me you missed me too." He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your clit. "Tell me you thought about me every night, touching yourself and wishing it was my hands, my mouth, my cock."

You trembled from the sensations. "I missed you, I missed you, I missed you. I don't care, Caleb, you're you, I trust you."

"Like this?" He lowered his pants, snapped his hips forward suddenly, pushing his length inside you an inch. "Did you touch yourself like this?" He withdrew slightly, thrusting again. "Or like this?" He picked up speed, testing how you'd react to his rough handling. His robotic fingers spread your legs wider. You were burning from the feeling of his cock inside you. You were suffocating.

"Fuck, Caleb," your hands went up to his chest.

He caught your hands, pinning them above your head with his human hand. His robotic arm snaked down between your bodies, his fingers finding your clit and circling it firmly. "You're so tight," he groaned, bottoming out inside you. "So fucking perfect."

There were so many sensations that you couldn't stand it. You moaned with every thrust he made into you. His cock found my sweet spot. "Caleb, I'm going to cum..."

"Come for me," Caleb growled, maintaining his pace. "Show me how much you fucking love my cock inside you." His robotic fingers moved faster on your clit, knowing exactly how you liked to be touched. His human hand kept your wrists secure above your head. "Look at me,"you looked into his eyes. Into his beautiful eyes. Damn it, you missed him so much.

"Caleb, I’m…" you didn't have time to finish, as pleasure washed over you in a wave. You moaned and felt hot and wet between our bodies. Squirting flowed out of you onto his abs, cock, and onto the sheets. Caleb watched you with pure obsession, his expression softening as he felt your squirt wash over his abdomen. "Fucking hell," he groaned, his own release hitting him suddenly. He pumped his hips forward, filling you with his hot cum as he moaned your name.

Caleb leaned on you with his whole body, and you hugged him, stroking his shoulders and head. His cock was still inside you, and you wanted us to stay like this all night. You felt his measured breathing on your neck.

"Caleb, let's sleep like this," you quietly suggested to him, enjoying the warmth of his naked body.

He nuzzled into your neck, his arms wrapping around you possessively. "Mm," He murmured, his voice muffled against your skin. "Okay," He agreed, his robotic arm pulling the blanket over both of their entwined bodies. Caleb felt content, safe, and complete.

[nightplvmes]

it'll be quick

sylus x fem!reader | nsfw, +18, MDNI!—explicit content, penetration, sex in public place | an : i don't know if I like this, any opinion is welcome... likes and reblogs are appreciated :)

"Sy..." She gasped feeling her breasts press against the wall in front of her. Her breathing was already heavy and it hadn't been more than a couple of minutes.

"It'll be quick," he murmured, kissing her cheek. She didn't stop there, too many things were going through her head at once. The place where they were. The bathroom door. Sylus' hands sliding under her dress to push aside her underwear.

"Someone can see us," she gasped again but she didn't even make an attempt to get away or stop from him, she didn't want to stop, she needed him as much as he did. Sylus placed a kiss on her bare shoulder and smiled. It was an auction or a fundraiser... or a fundraising auction, she wasn't sure yet. Sylus had been teasing her all night and she had barely paid attention to her surroundings. She didn't even want to be there, neither did he, he had mentioned how those events were nothing more than a farce but he needed people to see him.

And now there they were, in an empty bathroom (maybe), her boyfriend's hands on her and she was sure what would happen next. "Spread your legs." She complied and felt another kiss on her cheek. Someone could come in at any moment and see them like that, what would they do if that happened? Just die of embarrassment. "So pretty... embarrassed and needy." One of his arms went around her waist, pulling her close to him, and his other hand slid down to hold one of her thighs.

"We shouldn't do this," she repeated letting her head fall back, allowing Sylus access to her neck—sucking with the intention of leaving a visible mark.

"No, we shouldn't," he replied holding her tightly before sliding inside her. "So tight around me." He left a peak on her lips and began to thrust into her, trying to be fast without hurting her.

She moaned, holding on tightly to the wall in front of her. She had discovered two things about Sylus: He could be slow and gentle, careful as he whispered sweet things in her ear. But he could also be fast, he could be slightly rough without hurting her or making her uncomfortable. "Sy–ah..." She wanted to say something, the words were in her throat but she just wanted to moan and writhe in his arms. "Fuck, that's... so good."

"Shh" He gently cupped her jaw, causing her to turn her face towards him. "Someone can come in, remember?" She nodded, feeling dizzy from the pleasure. Her mind couldn't focus on anything else but her boyfriend's arms around her and the way he was thrusting into her.

Fast.

Slow.

Hard.

Then fast again.

"Oh god... Sylus-" She placed her hand against the wall and he took it to intertwine their fingers.

"I know." He nodded without letting her finish. He could feel it, the way she tightened around him. His hand dropped from her thigh but holding her waist tightly, his free hand sliding between her folds to her sensitive clit. She whimpered harder, bucking her hips against him. "So beautiful..." Sylus let out a growl and took her jaw again this time to kiss her in an attempt to silence her moans.

"Mmph!" She writhed in his arms, heat building in her body and it was only a matter of seconds before she finally came and felt her legs shake. Sylus stopped kissing her, held her hips tightly and thrust one last time inside her. His deep moans echoed in her ears as she felt her insides being filled. She held onto the wall again to avoid falling to the ground, it took her several moments to realize what they had just done... and where. "I couldn't believe we did this," she muttered after a few seconds, her breathing still heavy.

"I know." He smiled kissing her lips once more but this time it was a slower and softer kiss. He helped her adjust her clothes while leaving kisses on her cheek or forehead. She wasn't sure if anyone had seen or heard them, she hoped she hadn't been too loud.

Sylus held her in his arms to prevent her legs from collapsing. He helped her clean herself up, though not completely, as a reminder of what they had done. The rest of the night he didn't leave her side for a second, but that was normal. What was not usual was feeling the remains of his seed still inside her every time she had to move.

[complete-clownery]

some fun facts about this whole picture

(also just because I share all of this with you guys, nothing is set in stone, if you have your own theories that's the coolest thing ever!!! Share them with me please!!)

🍜Some of y'all said that Macaque was sitting alone but believe me just because Bai He turned around to chat with MK and Mei she is only there because Macaque came and Macaque is only there because Bai He begged him to tag along,

THEY COME IN A PAIR DO NOT SEPARATE IN GROUP PICTURES!!!

🍜 You might have noticed that some of the chopstick holders and sauce holders have stickers on them. Those were put there by MK. He first did it when he was much younger to help decorate the shop because he overheard a convo between Tang and Pigsy discussing renovation and finances - it was a whole thing - Pigsy even got mad at MK, but they figured it out eventually and nowadays when the stickers get too worn MK replaces them with new ones

🍜 Mei is showing Bai He a puppy video you can hardly see it

🍜 Mei hardly even touches Red Son in the illustration, Red Son is just completely distraught by the idea of being so close to someone. (He's very embarrassed they might be blushing a bit too (I just weren't able to draw that properly lol))

🍜 Yeeah Yeah okay,,, I know there is a shadowpeach shaped question in the room bugging your minds like: omg clownery is it on purpose that they are the only characters that we can't see the faces of???

🍜MK is sitting on the outside of the boot because he keeps on getting up and helping pigsy around (it's not even a conscious decision anymore, whenever they sit down with the others he sits somewhere, where he can easily get up to land a hand to Pigsy (or to anyone in general))

Except from this one ;]

And my answer to that is: I made this drawing on a whim, I started drawing it purely to mess around with perspective and expected to give up halfway bc it looked ass, I could have hardly given it any deeper meaning or thought. How could've I possibly planned anything? The core elements of this picture are all developed while I was drawing it...

See when I sat down and got an idea about a group picture I wanted to differentiate the celestial monkeys (excluding MK) from the main group

This picture takes place some time after season 3 and a bit before season 4. I would like to say that Wukong and Macaque are not a part of this group. Especially in season 3 both of them have done terrible shit and regardless of where they're sitting and what they are doing, they're not part of it all.

For Macaque this is pretty easily illustrated, he is the one who stands out the most, not a lot of people want him there since they did try to kill members of the group even if he was under the influence of LBD. He's at a different table. MK invited them bc MK genuinely wants to be friend Macaque, but this was already stated: Bai He wants Macaque to be there - I have a lot of head canons about their relationship but I'm not going to talk about this here cuz this rant might get even longer - but Bai He at first was scared as fuck with Wukong around, she only felt better when Macaque was there. She has gotten better since then, as you can see she's pretty comfortable with MK and Mei (even Red Son surprisingly), but she still needs Macaque there.

Well for once he is turned away from the pov, we cant see his face already distancing him from you guys the viewers.

Making Wukong stand out and look isolated is a bit more tricky... He's in the group seemingly chatting with Sandy, he's there, part of the whole thing, but there are subtle hints about his environment and body language you might notice:

Also I think It has been made pretty evident in the show that Wukong loves eating right? If he was perfectly at ease he would at least have 3 bowls of noodles, yet he barely touched anything, he's not eating.

His body language is also closed off, arms crossed, legs just next to each other tightly, he's not comfortable, he's somewhere else, Sandy is there but his talking at Wukong rather than talking to him.

I mean he almost got Mei killed and the whole plan screwed since he was unwilling to cooperate and share his plans with the others. I like to think that Mei just straight up ignored him for a while,, same with pigsy,, those two had enough of Wukongs past getting MK in trouble, they do not like him (and them being so buddy buddy with him in later seasons is annoying af to me,,, maybe season 5 gets some form of pass, because more time has passed and Wukongs actions in season 4 were considerably better, but they were waaaaay too comfortable with him at season 5,,, it bugged me a lot)

I think they're also very aware of each other's presence (I have a whole au that plays between season 3 and 4 explaining how Macaque started living on the FFM with Wukong, so in that context,,,, damn they are having a BLAST especially Macaque, he would like to be anywhere but near Wukong :] )

🍜Also they're sitting away from each other as far as possible, and (this was not planned and got pointed out by one of my friends) Wukong is sitting closest to the sun and Macaque is the one who is in the shade the most

Sorry about the big monkey rant, I am just so extremely shadowpeach pilled that it distracts my brain form everything else

And once again: I tell all this stuff to you guys, but feel free to come up with your own theories about the illustration, details, backstories, whatever you have in mind. You guys have different interpretations makes it all the more fun!!

Please share your theories with me in the comments I would love to hear them 🍎🍊🍊

I'll edit this if I have more ideas ��

Wow okay

[kleftiko]

❦ WALKING IN ON YOU

ft. zoro and law

cw: fem!reader, nudity (lol duh), law is a tiny bit of a perv

—zoro

yells at YOU, like it’s YOUR fault that he got lost and entered the woman’s bath. tries to use anger to cover up the fact that his ears are burning red at the sight of you holding the small towel against your body to cover yourself (it’s not doing a very good job). can’t even form a coherent sentence as he watches the droplets of water cascade down your skin.

zoro stifled a yawn, the only sound that echoed down the hall besides the rhythmic pattern of his feet along the wooden floor. after a long day of training it was nice to have a hot bath and release the tension in his muscles.

the only problem was that he had no idea where he was going. this town’s weird bath house had no signs or arrows directing anywhere, but with his swordsman intuition he recognized the path he was heading on.

and once he found the baths he wasted no time in opening the curtain wide and waltzing in—only to freeze dead in his tracks at the sight of you. naked. dripping.

your eyes were wide, caught in the headlights and unable to move as you stared right back at zoro.

he took you in, skin still damp, the small towel in your hands in the process of drying your head. he’d seen you everyday but this felt different. it felt so much more intimate that it had zoro admiring your body—the curves, the scars, everything he could catch a glimpse of. and sure, zoro was dense, but now, with you in front of him, he could finally understand why the stupid cook was all over you.

it was only when a stray droplet of water fell from your hair to the ground that zoro finally felt the heat travel up his neck and all the way to his ears.

“what the hell are you doing, woman!” he screamed. this seemed to snap you out of your trance as well, as you snapped the towel against your body in an attempt to hide as much as you could.

“the he’ll am i doing?” you shouted back. “what the hell are you doing!”

“this is the men’s bath!”

“no, it isn’t!”

zoro was about to reprimand you again when he finally took a second to look around and noticed nami and robin’s clothes neatly folded on the bench.

“zoro!” you yelled, and his attention drew back to your body. “get out!”

but when he finally left the bath, he couldn’t get the image of you out of his mind. the blush on his face refused to budge as he stalked down the hall, now even more in need of a bath.

—law

malfunctions. thought he heard ‘come on in’ when you said ‘hold on a min’ and immediately combusts upon seeing your boobs. you’re almost as dumbfounded as he is, but regain some kind of composure to start yelling at him to get out. and bless this man, he can barely comprehend anything when he sees you like this and spins around to leave, only to hit his head on the doorway.

law was psyching himself up. he had been outside your door for almost two minutes trying to build up the courage to knock. the polar tang had just docked on a new island and he wanted to ask if you’d want to go walk around town with him. he shouldn’t have been so nervous, you were a member of his crew and a friend, but recently he’d been wanting to spend more time with you—try to figure out these feelings bubbling up inside him.

so he finally knocked, feeling his heartbeat in his ears as he did so. and once he heard your respond from the other side he opened the door.

“y/n-ya, i was wondering if you wa—“ but he couldn’t finish his question.

as soon as he saw you, clad only in your underwear bottoms, arms wrapped around yourself as you attempted to hook your bra, he choked on his words.

his eyes immediately fell to your boobs, not yet constrained by the fabric around them and almost fully on display for his gaze only. he couldn’t believe it. all those days in your boiler suit had him (guiltily) fantasizing what you were hiding underneath, only able to see you when they’d stop by an island and you’d dress in casual clothes. but here, now, had almost all of his dreams fulfilled as he witness the curves of your body and your soft tits in front of him. images flashed in his mind that he only allowed at night within the security of his bedroom.

he only came to when you nearly screeched.

“oh my god, law!” your arms came around to hug yourself, unintentionally squeezing your boobs. “get out!”

he blinked out of his daze. realizing his mouth was hung open, he shut it and spun around immediately, only to smack his forehead against the wall.

you called him again, this time out of concern but he ignored you. instead nearly scrambling through the entrance and slamming the door behind him.

he doesn’t think his heart had ever beaten this fast before, and he doesn’t think he’ll ever get the image of your gorgeous body out of his head.

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[djarindroid]

hi! I don’t know if you’re comfortable writing this (I didn’t see you say anything about it in your rules), but could I request a pregnant!reader x Thanos? Kinda like Jun-hee and Myung-Gi. I totally understand if this makes you uncomfortable, and feel free to decline if so! Thank you! <3

tysm for this request! 💕 Loved writing this, I hope you enjoy it!

Stay Behind Me

Pairing: Thanos (Choi Su-Bong) x Pregnant!Reader

Summary: After walking out on Thanos, you never expected to see him again. But when he spots you in the games how will he react to the secret you’ve been hiding?

Warnings: Pregnancy. Usual Squid Game stuff - death, shooting.

Word Count: 1,162

The argument had been building for weeks, small drops of annoyance that had finally bubbled over.

‘You lost everything?!’ You shouted, voice raw. ‘What made you think you could just take my money and put it all into that stupid crypto thing!?’

He ran a hand through his hair, pacing like a caged animal. ‘FUCK, you think I wanted to lose it?! I did it for us!’ He pointed at you as he yelled back. 

‘Well good job, you lost all of our money and now we have nothing,’ your chest heaved. ‘How are we gonna pay the bills?’ Your nostrils flared as you watched him reach for his necklace, taking out one of his pills. ‘Oh, this is fucking great! I can’t believe you're just gonna get high rather than talking this out.’

He scoffed, ‘what do you want me to say? That I ruined everything? You already know that!’

‘I want you to take responsibility, at least say sorry!’ You threw your hands in the air in frustration. ‘Don’t numb yourself with that shit. Talk to me. Please.’

His jaw clenched, for a moment he looked away, avoiding your eyes. ‘You just don’t get it,’ he muttered before popping the pill in his mouth.

Your stomach twisted, ‘no, I get it. I understand perfectly.’ You could feel your heart breaking as you watched the man you loved turn into a stranger before you. ‘I can’t do this anymore.’

Silence stretched between you both, for a moment you thought he might reach out for you but in the blink of an eye his expression hardened. ‘Fine. Get out then.’

Tears began to slip from your eyes, this was it, it was over just like that. You didn’t look back, you couldn’t. Not as you grabbed your bag, not as the door slammed shut behind you and not when, days later, you realised you were pregnant with his child.

Months later you found yourself in a numbered green tracksuit. After you’d left Thanos, life had been hard. You’d struggled to make ends meet, until you’d met a suited man on the subway who offered you an opportunity to make enough money to solve all your problems.

You were currently stood in a giant arena, listening to the first game being announced. Red light green light, sounds simple enough. A shout from the front of the crowd made you flinch. A player, number 456, had run to the front and was shouting about how the game was dangerous, that if you lost you’d be killed. He had to be crazy right? 

Murmurs rippled around you, some people shouting out that he was just trying to scare them. You took a deep breath, trying to steady yourself despite the tremor in your hands. Your attention turned to the large mechanical doll at the other end of the arena as it whirred around, facing its back to you. 

‘GREEN LIGHT.’

You began walking forward, going with the crowd. 

‘RED LIGHT.’ 

Everyone froze as the giant doll turned back to you with a soft whirring noise. It seemed that everyone was doing well as the first few rounds went by without incident.

Then, a scream split through the air. Your eyes flickered across the crowd to see a girl swatting at something near her face. You held your breath, waiting. Maybe player 456 was just paranoid..

Your thoughts were interrupted as a crack pierced through the air and the girl hit the ground.

Screams erupted as people realised what happened. Panic ensued and more gunshots rang out. You clenched your eyes shut and focused on staying still. The life growing inside of you had to be your main priority, nothing else mattered.

‘GREEN LIGHT!’ 

You couldn’t move, locked into place by terror. You weren’t alone, everyone around you was frozen with fear. A prickling sensation crept up your spine, followed by the uneasy feeling you were being watched. Shakily, you took the opportunity to turn your head.

Thanos.

All the air left your lungs. He was here. His eyes widened as yours met his. 

‘RED LIGHT!’

You watched as his gaze lowered to your belly. Taking in the undeniable swell that definitely hadn’t been there when you last saw him. 

It was his child, he had no doubt.

You hadn’t made any attempt to reach out to him, you don’t know why. You’d made excuses, telling yourself he wouldn’t be interested, that he’d have turned you away at the door. But now, with him looking at you all of those excuses felt weak. It could just be your emotional state, or the situation you found yourself in but you wanted nothing more than to close the distance between you.

It seemed that he had the same thought because the second the doll turned away again, he moved. Not forwards to the finish line, but towards you. He hurried, stepping over bodies, until he stood in front of you, blocking you from view. He didn’t hesitate before placing a shaky hand on your belly. His touch was soft, gentle - everything that you’d missed.

There was so much you wanted to say but before you could the doll whirled back around and you froze. You stared into his eyes, desperate to read his expression. He looked determined. The moment green light was called again he grabbed your hand, ‘stay behind me.’ 

You didn’t argue. As the game continued he guided you carefully, always making sure to shield you with his broad frame. Other gunshots rang out but his grip was unyielding, never letting you go. Despite everything, being close to him again felt right. A part of you had been aching for it, even if you never wanted to admit it.

As the finish line drew nearer you felt the weight of everything pressing down on you. The stress of the game, disbelief that Thanos was here, guilt that you hadn’t told him, fear for your unborn baby - it was almost overwhelming. Tears welled at the corner of your eyes but you forced yourself to keep moving.

Finally you crossed the line, a shuddering breath escaping your lips as relief washed over you. Thanos turned to you, his dark eyes searched yours but before you could say anything he pulled you into him. You melted into his warmth, his arms familiar and steady - home. 

‘Stay with me,’ he spoke quietly as he held you. ‘I won’t let anything happen to you,’ he pulled away slightly and glanced down at your bump. ‘I won’t let anything happen to either of you.’

Your tears brimmed over as you replied, ‘Thanos I-I’m sorry I didn’t tell–’

‘No need,’ he interrupted gently. ‘I fucked up, I get it now,’ he cupped your cheeks and wiped away the tears. His voice dropped to a low whisper. ‘I’m so sorry. I’m not gonna let you go again.’

For the first time since walking out on him, despite the horror surrounding you, you felt hope.

[madthetruemad]

aeon & bird & arrow | 1

yandere!aeon!phainon x fem!reader x yandere!mydei

the aeon blessed the arrow, fully believing that the arrow would cut through the skies and strike down all enemies that threatened him. however, the aeon weeps as he watches his blessed arrow pierce a bird - her feathers sliced all at once, and altogether.

Phainon knew it was foolish, even as he watched Mydei bring down yet another powerful enemy that threatened his borders of Castrum Kremnos. Phainon knew it was foolish when he blessed King Mydei with immortality. He knew it was foolish and yet he did it anyway. Mydei was his arrow, a weapon he could knock into his bow as he pulled back and aimed for his enemies that were also Mydei’s enemies. It was a fair exchange that both benefited Phainon an Aeon who desired his enemies gone and benefited Mydei, who also wanted his enemies gone by his own hands but was still mortal.

However, sometimes the arrow misses. Something, anything can knock it out of place or miss its target.

The wind could change its course. The enemy could have a shield or reinforced armor. It could be aimed at a friend who was thought to be an enemy. Or… it could be stopped with just a glance from a young maiden on her way home.

“Are you alright?”

Your voice was soft as you knelt to the ground despite the fact that it had rained earlier so the dirt covered path was mostly mud as it dirtied your skirts.

Mydei watched you carefully, his eyes were piercing as you looked through your small basket and gently took out a clean rag.

“May I?”

Your voice was still soft as you held out a rag, and yet he still didn’t say anything, he merely turned his head to which you took as a sign to continue. And softly, almost too softly, you began to clean away the blood that soaked his arms. Your eyes carefully watching as you tried not to touch any of his wounds, but surprisingly the more you cleaned him up, the more you saw that he didn’t have any wounds to begin with.

Then, you suddenly felt your face grow hot when you were finally done cleaning his arms and neck. His bare chest was on full display… Shying away, you went to your basket to grab another clean rag and gently held it out to him to which he turned to look at you once more.

Cute…

Most women, if not all, within Castrum Kremnos were hardened warriors. Not a single one of them were soft. Each had battle experience and a palette full of scars to display. And none were soft enough to display such kindness, even to the likes of him. Especially not him.

“You do it.”

He was sure why the words left his mouth, and he didn’t know why he wanted to tease you when he just met you, but something inside him told him to keep you by his side for a little while longer. This may be last and only time you two meet, so what was wrong with investigating this new feeling?

Watching the flustered expression cross your features was enjoyable, even as you sputtered out an apology. He almost wanted to laugh at the absurdity of it all as he took the rag from you and cleaned up the remaining splatters of blood covering his chest. And when he was done, he took the other bloody rag from you as well. There was no need for you to have them now that they were ruined.

“Apologies,” his words were anything but soft, “I shouldn’t have teased you like that when you were offering to help me.”

You shook your head, your words dying in your throat as you couldn’t trust your mouth to say them properly in fear of stuttering them out and looking like a fool.

“Your name.”

You were caught by surprise by the sudden question, but answered anyway.

He tested your name on his tongue, letting it seep into his mouth as it poured from his lips. It wasn’t like a name you would hear in Castrum Kremnos, and before he could stop himself he asked you other details to which you ended up sharing while asking questions of your own.

You were thoroughly surprised to learn that he was the immortal king of Castrum Kremnos you’re friends have been gossiping so much about, and if you didn’t help him clean up the blood off of himself, you wouldn’t have believed it.

As for him, he wasn’t surprised when it came to you. You were a part of a small village. It was so small that it was like an insignificant speck of dust on a map which was probably why no one ever bothered to seize the place for land. Furthermore, you were some baker’s daughter. Not a day went by that you weren’t working which was hard to imagine seeing as how soft you looked as you filled out your dress and skirts.

“Does your little village follow any Aeons?”

Deep down Mydei knew that the war would reach your little village anyway, but depending on your answer he could… he closed his eyes. No, your village wouldn’t provide any sort of advantage. Just more mouths to feed.

“We actually don’t have an Aeon to guide us,” you answered truthfully, “and a certain someone I know is happy for it,” you joked lightly.

“Is that so…” Mydei mumbled.

“Mmmhmm, though I will admit that it sometimes feels like someone is watching over us.”

Which wasn’t unlikely, Mydei thought, some aeons take pity on the weak. So it wouldn’t be surprising if there was an Aeon watching over them.

Mydei stood up then and held his hand out for you to take, to which you happily obliged. When you were finally up and on your own two feet, Mydei’s hold on you lingered before he let go.

“Thank you for cleaning up the blood, I will…,” he looked to the bloodied rags hanging from his belt, “repay you.”

You shook your head and smiled up at him, “I’m just glad that you aren’t hurt Lord-“

He stopped you right there, “Mydei. You can call me Mydei.”

Passing the initial shock of his request, you recovered quickly, “of course. Mydei.”

He found that he wanted you to say his name again with that soft voice of yours but felt that that was an honor he wasn’t deserving of as he bid you farewell. Perhaps he will see you again, and just maybe he will get to hear you call for him again.

All the while a finger slowly tapped against a marble armrest, steel blue eyes that held the sun within them stared down in contempt at the scene that had displayed so crudely before him. His arrow was meant to pierce, to tear, to kill and yet here his arrow was … talking, touching, and even daring to look upon something that so rightfully belonged to him.

Phainon knew it was foolish. He knew it the moment that he readied his arrow to fire. Knew it the moment that he let his arrow cut through the sky. He knew it was foolish as he watched his arrow target the one person that he wasn’t aiming for, that he thought he had kept you well hidden even from Mydei’s hungry gaze.

And yet, that didn’t stop the arrowhead from nicking a feather. Not quite piercing the undesired target, but just enough for another arrow to be knocked into the bowstring.

[tumblingghosts]

i have so many clingy duo feels rn 🥺🥺

“yourself?” as in “isn’t that enough?”

“yourself?” as in “i don’t want you to think that you’re nothing without me.”

“yourself?” as in “i refuse to believe that you’re anything less for who you are.”

“yourself?” as in “i won’t let you forget that.”

“yourself?” as in “i can be the one to remind you.”

“yourself?” as in “who else could you be?”

“yourself?” as in “despite everything, it’s you!”

“yourself?” as in “it’s still you.”

“yourself?” as in “i love you as you are.”

“yourself?” as in “i need you to love yourself too.”

for the record its "what am i without you?" "yourself?" not "yourself." the question mark is so important to the quote

[lexirosewrites]

Day 3: Love Confession

for @stmarchmm

When Eddie had initially confessed to his interest in Steve, Steve had appeared like he may faint or puke.

Or both.

Despite the obvious chemistry between them during the Upside-Down and their defeating Vecna together, Steve still hesitated.

Admittedly, that made Eddie panic a little bit too.

He’d been so sure that Steve returned his amorous feelings, but now it doesn’t feel quite so obvious.

“If I misread this completely, I can leave. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable, Stevie,” Eddie chokes out, heart in his throat.

That seems to snap Steve out of it.

“No! No, you didn’t. You read it correctly, I just—”

And then he pauses. A very long pause.

One where Eddie could fit a lot of words if he wasn’t trying so hard to kick his own habit of filling awkward spaces by rambling endlessly.

“But?” he’d finally prompts Steve.

“I don’t know if I’m actually capable of doing that again.”

That’s where Steve loses him.

“Doing… what again?”

Steve avoids his eyes, arms wrapping around his middle like he needs some extra protection. From what exactly, Eddie is unsure.

“Loving someone.”

Eddie knows about Nancy.

Steve had gotten incredibly wasted one night and cried on his shoulder until he fell asleep, sobbing about how hurt he’d been by the painful rejection.

As Nancy’s friend, he’d wanted to take a neutral stance.

As an alpha falling in love with Steve, he’d been furious and wanted to tear the world apart with rage.

The sweetest omega alive had poured his heart out to his alpha girlfriend and she’d rejected him, broken his spirit with her carelessness.

She may not have meant to do it, but Nancy changed Steve fundamentally.

So, “I love you,” Eddie states plainly.

No frills, no goofy gestures, no silly voices.

Just the facts. What Steve needs to hear.

“Eddie, you really don’t have to do th—”

Steve looks like he’s going to cry. Eddie won’t allow that. Never again, if he can help it.

“I love you,” he says again, louder. “I love you and there isn’t a single thing you can say to change that, sweetheart.”

Steve stares at him then, mouth partially agape in what appears to be shock.

Eddie takes pride in the fact that he can still manage to surprise him at all. Steve’s so used to his antics that nothing seems to phase him anymore.

“You— you don’t really mean that,” he protests softly.

Except. Yes, Eddie truly does.

“I do though. I mean it more than I’ve ever meant anything else in my entire life. I love you, Steve. I love you, even if you never love me. If you decide that there’s no room in your heart for an alpha like me, I will keep loving you. I’ve made up my mind already.”

The tiniest crack of a smile. Barely there.

Did he do it? Did Eddie finally do something right in this life— so right that the most perfect omega of his dreams might actually take a chance on him?

A chance on them.

A chance for what Eddie believes is definitely the best idea he’s ever had.

“So even if I tell you that I’ll spend every day with you terrified of how this relationship could ruin me again?”

The words are serious, but he can see the clear look of amusement in Steve’s eyes.

He’s trying to play cool and unaffected. A game of testing boundaries and Eddie’s determination.

The good news is that Eddie doesn’t have healthy boundaries anyway.

If Steve needs him to wake each morning and say, “I love you,” stop every hour and declare, “I love you,” and go to bed with an, “I love you,” on his lips, Eddie will make it happen.

He’s crazy, but he’s crazy in love too.

“I’m not afraid of loving you, Steve Harrington. Whatever you need from me, it’s yours. Patience, reassurance, blind loyalty and devotion— they’re all yours, baby. You couldn’t pay me to go away, even if you wanted to!”

Steve’s beautiful, beaming smile isn’t hiding any longer.

God, he loves Steve.

[asumofwords]

Watercress - Chapter 3

Warnings: She/her pronouns. Slow burn, mentions of injury, threats, sickness. Tags will be added as the fic goes along.

Pairings: Aemond x Healer

Summary: Raised in the Riverlands, near the shadow of Harrenhal, her life was one of endless toil and quiet resilience. Every day was the same—scraping together food, tending to the ill, and surviving the harsh realities of a land marked by struggle. But when war came, it brought horrors beyond anything she could have imagined. The skies blazed with fury, the waters of the Gods Eye churned with the echoes of battle, and then—just as suddenly as it began—the world grew eerily quiet. She believed the worst was over. That was, until a fateful discovery in the woods shattered her fragile peace and set her on a path she never could have foreseen.

Notes: Hello angels! I hope you enjoyed chapter 2 and now enjoy this. I've been writing these on my commutes to work which has been super fun. I'm going to try and get a chapter out every week if i can! Enjoy <3

For days, Aemond floated in and out of consciousness. Each time his eye flickered open, only to roll shut again, the healer took it as a sign that he would survive. She had seen men fade into death before. How their bodies went still, how their breathing grew shallow and thin until it simply stopped.

But Aemond was not one of those men. He lingered, clung to life like a beast caught in a trap, refusing to die despite the ruin of his body.

At first, he barely stirred. She forced water between his cracked lips, tipping it carefully so he would not choke. She fed him broth, the rich scent of marrow and herbs filling the cottage as she coaxed him to swallow. At one point, she had feared he would slip into a sleep he would never wake from, lost to his wounds and the fever that burned at his skin. But as the days passed, his fingers twitched. His lashes fluttered.

And then finally his eye opened.

Outside, the air had turned sharp and biting, winter creeping closer with every shortened day. The fire in her hearth struggled against the chill that bled up from the earth, and the furs wrapped around her shoulders did little to keep it out.

Soon, the snow would come.

And snow meant death for those who could not prepare for it.

Food was already scarce. Crops had withered in the wake of war, and what little remained was taken by the desperate or the cruel. She had coin, but even coin could not conjure wheat from barren fields or meat from hollowed-out forests. She often thought of selling the long sword she had taken from him, knowing it would fetch more than enough to keep her through the winter. For many winters to come. But carrying a sword like that, his sword, was as dangerous as wielding a traitor’s banner.

Lords and commoners alike who had supported the Green cause had been rounded up and slaughtered. If she was caught with the weapon of a kinslayer, she would be met with the same fate.

And yet… she had kept him alive.

She did not know why. She only knew that she had to.

Would he repay her kindness with a blade to her throat once he could stand again?

Would he lead men to her door, reveal that a woman in the woods had nursed the enemy back to health?

Would he seek vengeance?

She did not want to think about it.

Unease seemed to follow her however, ever since she found the young Prince. It was if the air itself had shifted when Rhaenyra had been slain.

When the war had ended.

It could be, she reasoned with herself, the unsettling feeling after a war. The sudden silence and stillness that clung to people after such uproar. It could also be that the dragons that once flew in great numbers above had greatly dwindled after the war, their shadows and roars missing from the sky. The thought left something heavy in her chest.

It did not bode well when the symbols of gods died.

A low groan pulled her from her thoughts.

She did not rush to his side. She had learned in the first few days that his body remembered the war even if his mind did not. He twitched in his sleep, breath hitching, murmuring half-formed words to ghosts that did not answer. But she knew this sound, this was different.

He was waking.

She dampened a cloth and pressed it to his forehead, watching as his eye fluttered open, violet, sharp despite the dazed, fevered haze clinging to him.

For a moment, he simply stared at her.

Then, suddenly, he tried to sit up.

A harsh cry of pain tore from his lips, and he collapsed back against the bed, his breath ragged, chest jerking in uneven gasps. His fingers twisted into the furs, knuckles white with strain, but his body refused to obey him. He clenched his jaw, breathing heavily through his nose, and tried again. This time, his injured leg jerked upward, and the pain hit him like a tidal wave.

A snarl ripped from his throat, his fingers curling into claws against the mattress, all those fine furs she had bought having their hairs town from their pelts. His eye was squeezed shut, his body taut with the unbearable humiliation of weakness and pain.

She looked down upon him, cloth still held aloft and hoped that this wouldn’t inspire a desperate instinct to attack her. She was certain he would likely not react well, waking up to the unfamiliar scent of her hut, his body aching, and his mind clouded.

A Prince waking in a cottage in the woods and not the chambers of the palace was certain to turn someone of his standings head. Especially since his last memory would have been the war at its peak.

If she woke up one day in a room in the Red Keep, injured and alone, she was sure she would be just as alarmed, if not more so. 

Aemond's lips were chapped, face having grown pale, and breathed a ragged breath, his violet eye flicking around the room as rapidly as his weakness would permit, searching for immediate signs of danger.

When he finally stilled, his breathing shallow but controlled, she let her gaze drift lower. His movement had shifted the furs on the bed so she now had a clear view of the wrappings on his chest. She looked over them searching for any sign of split stitches and found them.

Blood had begun to seep from beneath the rags she had replaced from the fish skin, and without even looking up she turned around to gather her supplies.

Behind her, his voice was hoarse, raw with pain and something darker.

"Where am I?"

She did not answer immediately. She was already assessing the damage, her fingers steady as they lifted the bloodied wrappings from his skin.

"Riverlands." She said flatly.

The silence stretched.

"Where?" His tone sharpened, demanding now.

She did not look at him. "Near Harrenhal."

The shift was immediate.

His breath hitched, his fingers twitched, but the worst of it was in his eye. The moment the word left her lips, his expression twisted into something dangerous. Hatred, rage, loathing, all bleeding into one as his nostrils flared, as the muscle in his jaw clenched tight enough to shatter his own teeth.

She braced herself, already anticipating the bite of his fury.

"Are you a Maester?" The question was sharp, calculated. Even now, flat on his back, broken, helpless, he was still testing her.

She did not fear the question, nor the weight of his stare. Instead, she did something unexpected, she laughed. A quiet, breathy sound that barely reached the space between them.

It was not amusement, not quite. But there was something in it; a warning, perhaps.

He hated it.

"As a follower of the Seven, you should know women cannot swear such an oath."

Slowly, deliberately, she lifted her gaze to meet his.

The hatred was still there, simmering beneath the surface, but now it was joined by something else. Something assessing.

He was measuring her.

Calculating.

She could almost see the thoughts turning behind his eye, the realisation sinking in. He was in a stranger’s home, far from his kin, with wounds he could not fight past, and a body that refused to obey him.

And worst of all; he was at her mercy.

The firelight flickered, casting long shadows across his face, making the bruises look darker, the scar across his cheekbone deeper, and him gaunter. He looked like something feral, something barely restrained by the thin thread of his own will.

She wondered, briefly, if she had saved a dying man or a dying beast.

The answer did not matter.

She would soon find out.

“Who tends to me?” His voice was distrustful, thick with uncertainty. Sharp.

Commanding.

She gave him her name and only her name.

“Who is your sworn lord?” Voice thick with impatience.

She smirked as she lifted the bandages from his chest, watching his fingers twitch, wary as if he might lurch forward and grab her.

She hummed, unfazed. “Sworn lord? I’ve sworn no oaths.”

His eye burned into her, “Who holds Harrenhal?”

She had to hold back a laugh.

Men often made demands when they were injured. Often promised vengeance for the shame of their own vulnerability. When she had first taken her mother’s place, it had made her cautious, fearful. But time had taught her something else. Empty words and empty threats were more deserving of mirth than worry.

But this man… this man was different. His reputation alone would have been enough to put her on edge. And yet, more than that, it was the feel of him. The way the air thickened around him, charged with something unspoken.

A warning.

Even still, she answered as she would any other.

“The ghosts that haunt its walls.”

Her fingers pinched his torn skin together, assessing what to do next.

He did not whimper this time.

Aemond gave her a scathing look, the scar over his eye crinkling. “The war...Has it been won?”

She hummed in amusement.

His face dissolved into fury.

He was a prince, and had clearly never spoken to in such a way, least of all by someone lowborn like herseld. But within these four walls, titles held no power.

All men bled.

All men died.

Birth and rank meant naught to the gods.

“There is no winning in a war.”

"Who?" His voice, a blade’s edge, barely restrained.

She held his gaze, unflinching, and it irked him. “The son of the dead Queen. Her blood will rule. The Gods do not favour kinslayers and usurpers.”

Violence flared in his eye, “It is treason to speak her name with victory.”

Aemond tried once again to sit up too quickly, succeeding and she sighed as she watched two new stitches burst, blood pooling to the surface. The Prince tried valiantly to ignore the pain, teeth gritted as his body betrayed him, but she could see that it made his consciousness swim.

He swayed and fell back onto on elbow, wheezing at the agonised angle, one arm coming to clutch his broken ribs. But even in the immense pain he seemed to be suffering, his stubbornness won out, and even she had to admit that he had faired better than men who had suffered less.

"You lie."

If he weren’t so pathetic in that moment, she might have humoured him like a petulant child. She didn’t dignify it with a response. Just inhaled deeply, eyes sweeping the rest of his injuries. She lingered on his leg.

Horror flickered in his violet eye.

He knew.

The loss of an eye had been something to overcome. A wound to be turned into a weapon. A show of his strength. Something to reveal to strike fear amongst his enemies.

But this…

A leg was different. A leg made a warrior. And without it, without the strength to stand, to fight, what was he?

"Answer me." His voice wavered this time.

She wished he would pass out so she could work in silence.

"The false king was slain by his own men," She said coolly, "All your kin are dead."

Silence.

His eye searched hers, desperate for deception, for any trace of a lie.

There was none.

Something in his face shifted. Darkened.

Gone.

All of them.

His mother. His brothers. His grandfather Otto.

Perhaps Criston Cole, too. The man who had been a father in all but name and blood.

But most of all;

Helaena.

Had she been slain with the rest?

His sister.

His gentle sister.

A harsh, bitter breath left him. His lips curled into something between a sneer and a grimace. Aemond was not a man who wept. His grief hardened into fury.

And she had been prepared for it.

"Then I should have died."

She lifted a brow, lazy, “Aye. If the Gods had willed it.”

The sneer returned, but his strength waned, and he collapsed back onto the bed, glaring at her.

"You willed it."

"I do as the Gods command me."

She reached for him and he recoiled.

"I am not some wounded beast for you to keep." Aemond snarled, pink blooming across his cheeks where they had once been colourless.

Amused she replied, "No. You snarl and snap like one. But a true beast still has its claws."

He swatted at her as she reached for his side, shifting away. But she was persistent, stronger than he expected, and he sank, reluctant, into compliance.

At a loss.

At a loss of who he was.

He had lost everything. The war. His kin. His title.

His purpose.

And for the first time, he felt it. The emptiness. The hollow absence where Vhagar had been.

The ache of the bond was silent. And he just knew to his bones she was gone.

The one being who understood him.

Gone.

And now, after all he had done, after Lucerys, after Sharp Point, after every drop of blood spilled in his name, his half-sister’s son sat the throne.

And when they found him?

It would be public. Very public. A trial. A spectacle.

A kinslayer’s fate.

"How long have I been here?" His voice was quieter now, loss leaking in at the edges.

She knew what he was thinking.

Could he still fight? Could he still win?

Would there be any left who would fight for him?

Unlikely.

She met his eye. “Several days. You’ve been asleep for most.”

His teeth clenched. “Days…”

Frustration sparked in his voice, and she readied herself for cruelty.

"Why did you save me?" He sneered, and she ignored his question, "I suppose you expect me to be grateful. What do you want, coin? Gold? A jewel to buy your way out of this hovel?"

There it was.

She ignored him again. Dipped a rag into boiling water, wrung it out, and reached for his wound. She met his eye briefly before pressing the cloth to his skin.

His stomach clenched beneath her hands.

"You lie." He hissed again.

"I don’t have time for lies."

"Say it again."

She flicked her eyes up to his, unimpressed, "Have you gone deaf, m’lord?" She mocked his now lack of title.

His voice was low, dangerous, “You will say it again.”

Coolly, she obliged, "You have lost. Your family is dead. The war is over. The Blacks sit the throne. And you… you are alone."

His jaw tightened as he inhaled sharply.

"And I am expected to take the word of some common healer in some nameless hut?" His eye flicked around the cottage in distaste, “Who’s to say my brother hasn’t won and you are a sympathiser to the whore Queen?”

Now she smiled, and despite the hatred he felt for her, he noted that it was a pretty smile.

"My word means nothing, Aemond."

His eye narrowed at the sound of his name on her tongue.

But she continued, for the first time speaking longer than he had expected, "I could tell you many things. Promise you more. But it wouldn’t change my station or yours."

She leaned in, voice calm.

"And if I were the sympathiser you accuse me of being," Her voice dipped almost to a whisper, almost sultrily, "I would have slit your throat where you lay."

Aemond laughed, humourless, "You think I will stay here? That I will rot in this hut?"

Her eyes flicked to his leg, then to the door, "You’re free to leave, kinslayer."

His breath caught.

He went utterly still.

"Say that again."

She raised her brows, "How many times are you going to ask me to repeat myself? I'm not a parrot from High Garden, m'lord. You don’t like the truth I speak?"

With her hands, she pinched his wound together and readied her needle, not asking if he was ready. She could feel his heated glare atop her skull.

The healer could admit that she had stitched the first stitch more roughly than she could have, knowing it would have pained him. She felt his stomach clench beneath her as she worked, the heat from his skin almost scolding her hands like the water in the basin.

Lips curling, seething, he hissed lowly in threat, "Watch your tongue, woman."

A large hand snapped out and wrapped around the wrist holding the needle and squeezed painfully.

We have finally reached the threats, she mused to herself dryly and hummed an amused laugh.

Aemond moved to sit up again and she managed to move a well placed, albeit cruel, hand against one of his broken ribs and pressed, which made the prince gasp in pain and stiffen against the bed stilling.

"If you’re going to undo my work," She said smoothly, "I should’ve left you to die as your men did."

She paused for a moment.

She knew his distrust of her would prove to be an issue with him now being conscious. He would fight her at every turn and spit vitriol her way. She no doubted that he would test her patience and she would consider dosing his food with a sleeping draught. Perhaps even some milk of the poppy.

She would have offered it to him sooner if he had not been so aggressive in his questioning. 

"You knew who I was."

Her lips twitched into a smile.

His eye narrowed, "Why?"

Why did she save him?

Why did she tend to him?

What was her motive?

The mystery surrounding her set his hair on end.

She tilted her head slightly, studying him. He was not sure he liked it, the way she looked at him. As though he was a question to be answered, a thing to be fixed. Rather than a man to be feared.

“Would you have preferred to die?"

Aemond did not answer.

He should say no.

Should say he still has vengeance to take, a name to reclaim, a war to fight. A throne to win. But the truth sat thickly in his throat.

There was nothing left.

“You want me to trust your word?” Aemond scoffed, the colour in his cheeks fading again.

With a sigh she worked his wound, stitching it back together methodically, "You may recall I never asked for your trust. I couldn’t care for your thoughts of me." Her tone cool and emotionless, "Feel free to die now if you wish, it would save me the trouble and herbs.” She tied shut the final stitch.

There was a brief moment of silence between them, only the sound of the cracking fire.

He was left to stew in his shattered pride and frustration, the knowledge that he would never be the same, and the added humiliation that he now depended upon a woman such as her. 

His voice was a blade at her throat. "I have killed men for less."

A smirk played at her lips. "And yet here I stand," She straightened, looking down at his broken body to prove her point. He could not stand, not without help.

Not without her.

"And there you lay."

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[yey56]

Hey I just wanted to say I really love your Harley and believe you're the only one who got his character so far.I am also in love with your y/n and how you didn't make her perfect or useless.Not to be a bother but can you show or tell us Harley and y/n's relationship after their first kiss or just any of their general interactions?Whatever suits you,thank you.

It doesn't bother me at all, thank you for asking and I so happy I got Harley right. 💖💖

HARLEY SAWYER X PSYCOLOGIST READER

AFTER KISS HEADCANNONS

The first thing you noticed was Harley's hand on your face, caressing your cheek. He was only going to quickly clean near your lip but after feeling your jaw, your face, brushing his fingers against your neck he couldn't resist to cup your cheek.

The other hand fell down to loosely grab your waist. He was getting closer and you could feel his breath on your lips. You slowly put your hands on his shoulder, testing how he would react.

"Harley" you mumbled, you lips brushing his. That was enough for him to close the gap between the two of you. Your lips moving together, not in perfectly or coordinately way, but in your own way.

You tightened your grasp in the fabric of his shoulder as he fully envolved your waist with his hand while the one that was on you face fell down to your neck where he started caressing.

Finally you both separated from the kiss, both of you agitated but still close. His hand was still on your cheek and yours still on his shoulders

You looked at him again and got close to give him another short kiss. "Do you have any appointments left for today?" Harley asked you. "Yes I do, I still have to supervise Kissy Missy, she hasn't been responding lately"

"Good, come to my office after that, we have to discuss this in depth." He let you go and while you went to the enclosure of said toy, he remained still in the corridor looking at you intensely.

HEADCANNONS After the kiss:

At first sigh, there wasn't much change, maybe the staff of the company noticed you being closer than usual.

Now, Doctor Sawyer and you were seen together very often. Maybe not all lovey dovey but together nonetheless. The caretakers saw often Dr Sawyer accompanying you when you needed to go to Home sweet Home to talk with the children.

Once Ludwig joked to Sawyer that you two seemed glued together and Harley only shrugged not denying anything.

Now that you two had already acknowledged your feelings, little things he did for you sometimes became the norm and started becoming part of your routine.

For example: When you were finishing a design late at night in his office (you often spend time together in each others offices) and he was finishing surgery reports, he would offer you the sofa to sleep in.

Once you were asleep he would raise his gaze from the papers and look at you. Some nights, he would even approach you and touch your face very lightly, not wanting to wake you up.

Quiet moments like this made him calm and let him forget, just a little, about all of the chaos and restriction that your jobs were.

In the nights that he was in your office, he would be just behind you with his hand on your shoulder, looking at you writing and archiving some documents. Caressing your shoulder, then the back of your neck and sometimes, if he was feeling kind enough, he would massage the back of your scalp with his long, cold fingers.

Another thing that became more regular between you both was physical contact. He wasn't a touchy person. Hell he even felt repelled to it sometimes, but one thing he loved was the back massages you gave him.

He had a very tensed back and it felt like heaven whenever you would untangle all of the knots.

So he payed you back giving you head massages. He was probably the only person allowed to tangle and touch your hair. You two just melt into each others arms when you had contact.

Another thing that was common now was that you would do little task for each other. Like for example, Harley reminding you that you needed to drink water. You were so concentrated into your work that you just forgot how much time it had been since your last glass of water.

You sometimes shave the little stubble he had on the sides of his face, styling his facial hair so he would look all put together. This also applied with the hair. You cut his hair and mantain it in the way he liked.

One night that you miraculously ended your work sooner than expected he invited you for dinner.

The restaurant was a fancy one, both your salaries permitted you to be there.

The night went by very calmly, you talked about work and what projects you had in mind. At some point you started talking about your experiences in collage...

The night continued to go on until you both finally went to your apartment. You lived in a good neighborhood and your place was nicely decorated. The first thing Harley though when entering your apartment was you. Everything in there screamed you.

You invited him to a few drinks and gave him some reports and books about investigations on child psychology so he could study his experiments on a deeper level.

The drinks were forgotten on the table after a few sips.

He barely talked while you ranted for minutes about techniques to manage anxiety crisis or stress attacks that sometimes overcame the toys on the prison.

He looked at you, talking and talking. It was always like this. You talked nonstop and he would listen, but lately he also started admiring you. Your hand gestures, you movements, your words slipping due to talking to fast...

You stopped talking when he started to gently stroke your neck with a precision only a surgeon could manage to have. He started naming the muscles, nerves, veins and arteries that were in your neck

With each name he said, he got closer to you to the point of feeling his lips touching your neck.

He repeated the list of names but now kissing each place he named while laying you on the sofa of your living room.

There's no need to say that the night didn't end quickly.

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Another thing you both got used to do was taking books from your offices. Harley had anatomy books and autobiographies in his office and you had sociological, historic and anthropological ones.

Often you would spend your breaks in each others offices reading in the sofa, just enjoying each others presence.

The staff already suspected that you two were either together or at the verge to be. Hell even one of the children had drew you and Harley sit together in a chair while interviewing him.

Stella went to tease you about the drawing, and insisted on you keeping it.

At some point some guards started to joke about the two of you being together.

"Where is Dr (Y/L/N) right now, we have matter to discuss with them?" Leith asked to one of the guards accompanied by Stella

We need to discuss with her some changes on the home sweet home caretakers" Stella added.

She is in the observation room 007, accompanied by Dr Sawyer, sir" He responded cordially.

Both executives went to said room while the guard looked sideways to his coworker who was chuckling to himself.

"What are you laughing about" He asked, questioning what had his companion found that it was so funny

"Nothing, just wondering how Dr Sawyer would react when 'Mrs Sawyer' gets taken by these two for a reunion. I bet five dollar he will accompany them when they get out." He was now laughing a little bit louder but covering his mouth.

"You shouldn't be talking about that kind of stuff. If either of them hear you you might be the next dinner of Boxy Boo." He couldn't believe his coworkers audacity. He wasn't being discreet at all and that might cost them their jobs and life's.

Just as the guard predicted, the four executives went to the upper levels. Apparently Harley insisted on supervising the changes on the environment of the potential experiments children

-Unedited-

[urhandsmypockets]

you’re acting as if caitlyn manipulated vi into being with her when thats not true at all. caitlyn did so much for vi and never expected anything in return and it’s so evident throughout the show. also, comparing a real life thing that happens where a woman is stripped of her culture and heritage to two characters that actually are far from that is insane.

vi getting “colonised” is an extremely strange way to put it. you’re insinuating in the first two paragraphs that caitlyn seduced her, took her away from her home, and then left her with nothing when that isn’t true at all. caitlyn never tried to indicate that she believed vi “wasn’t like the other zaunites”, she never had any negative opinions about zaunites at all (shown VERY clearly in season 1 and even parts of season 2). her treatment of zaunites was due to her rage towards jinx, and you can say about how she used the grey to — basically — gas the gangs, but if you look closely you could very well see that the people featured in that were silco’s goons, the same ones that attacked vi when she was younger. she never hated zaunites: she hated silco and his crew. she also began to hate jinx for… idk… kidnapping her when she’s naked, psychologically torturing her and then going on to kill her mother (even if it was unintentional, cait didn’t know that). you say that cait “fully [expected] her to step away from her people” which once again is incorrect. cait didn’t expect anything of her and vi never stepped away from her people.

the quote, “even going against her own ideals by becoming part of the people [enforcers] who killed her parents” is linked in with the point i made earlier that vi never stepped away from her people. vi became an enforcer because of the part at the start of season 1 when she saw the zaunite in the enforcer uniform, right when they were about to attack. she couldn’t get there in time, due to being stopped by other enforcers at the barrier, so obviously this would’ve made her think “would i have been able to stop it if i was wearing a uniform?” — she wanted to become an enforcer because she wanted to help. she wanted to make sure the world was safer for both communities. also may i remind you that cait NEVER tried to force vi to become an enforcer — obviously she was upset at first but she hadnt done anything until vi had agreed to it.

you say that “caitlyn never had to change her mind about zaun the way vi changed her mind about piltover, and remained oblivious to her own privilege and her family's legacy on zaun” and honestly i have no words for this myself. you have gone outright to just take this character at no more than face value and have seem to completely forgotten the character she has been always throughout the show. caitlyn never had to change her mind about zaun cuz her mind about it had never changed in the first place; she always cared for zaunites and even when she was the “dictator fascist” everyone makes her out to be she was still disagreeing with ambessa and suspicious of her intentions. caitlyn has ALWAYS had known “her own privilege and her family’s legacy on zaun” she literally argues with her mother about it in season 1?? she had also worked as basically our equivalent to someone who gives out parking tickets because she wanted to actually earn her job??

“it's just that the sacrifices vi has made for cait, on her identity and on a moral level, has been completely one-sided.” is also, again, not true. caitlyn has made sacrifices for vi aswell. with what i had said about what jinx had done to her, she forgave jinx and made all the guards leave the cells so vi could easily leave with jinx, knowing fully well she would never see her again (“do you think i needed all the guards at the hexgates?”). she literally gave up her anger and resentment towards jinx after what she had done because of vi (go back to when caitlyn and jinx were talking just before vi comes along). this also links back with what you said about her being … “colonised” … cait never expected vi to forgive her for what she’d done, she literally said to vi she “saw someone” to push her away since she didn’t believe she could be forgiven. she does all this for vi and she expects nothing from her in return, it was vi’s choice to forgive her and vi’s choice to kiss her in the cell.

i completely disagree with your point here. i feel like you’ve taken their characters at face value and not tried to delve deeper into their motives and thoughts and feelings. i’m not trying to hate on you, but i just feel like going as far as to say vi was “colonised” is just… extremely weird to me.

vi got colonised tbh. it gives me that feeling when a rich white old man gets with a young SEA lady, brings her to britain and she only gets to see her family through facetime, and that's also the only time she speaks her native language because her man refuses to learn it

cait basically erased vi's identity as a zaunite. she loved vi in spite of that, instead of as a part of her. like how she told vi that she's not like the other zaunites, and saying 'i thought you were one of us' fully expecting her to step away from her people.

vi's been assimilated into piltover, even going against her own ideals by becoming part of the people (enforcers) who killed her parents, who were responsible for executing the systematic oppression of zaun. yet caitlyn's never assimilated into zaun, never even stepping foot into zaun beyond the first caitvi meeting and later when she was gassing the citizens. the show ended with vi living with caitlyn in the top 1% of piltover; no mutual exchange of culture. caitlyn never had to change her mind about zaun the way vi changed her mind about piltover, and remained oblivious to her own privilege and her family's legacy on zaun.

it's just that the sacrifices vi has made for cait, on her identity and on a moral level, has been completely one-sided. this, the imbalanced power dynamic and caitlyn's subtle prejudice against zaun (*) have never been acknowledged in the show. so for them to get back together and have their happy ending without some sort of introspective reflection feels. very uncomfortable. feels like cognitive dissonance.

(*) i say subtle because other than the warcrimes moment, cait often voices her opposition to extreme measures against zaun. however, she supports 'no extreme measures' and 'they are people too' as normative ideas, not really having the ability to recognise the violation of these ideas when it's in front of her and especially not when she's the one violating them. there's constantly an undercurrent of subconscious prejudice in her attitude towards zaunites, and just, a real lack of understanding

[rafeysbangs]

°🂶 ༘˚↷rafe is always just out of reach

warnings ; not proofread sorta... , simply just angst, sortof almost a mention of fwb? ish?, interpret this how you will as to yours & rafe's relationship !

notes ; HI !! i'm so happy to be back. srry this is straight up angst. but i hope you enjoy. can you tell uni is strangling me lol ( this was actually sitting in the drafts.. waiting... oops )

rafe cameron is an enigma you can’t quite solve. a puzzle with missing pieces, a shoreline that recedes every time you step forward. you think you have him—hands grasping the edge of something real—only for him to slip through like sand through parted fingers.

you watch him from the passenger seat, the engine humming beneath the weight of silence. his knuckles are tight against the steering wheel, pale from pressure. he’s always holding on too hard, to everything, to nothing. a boy who doesn’t know how to let go without breaking something in the process.

"you’re quiet," you say, just to fill the space. to remind him you’re still here.

his jaw flexes, a brief movement, barely anything at all. then a chuckle, low and humourless. "that’s a first."

it’s a dance, this thing between you—if you can even call it that. he keeps his distance, but it’s not apathy. it’s something else. something tangled up in the way his hands tighten around whatever’s in his grasp, the way his gaze lingers just a second too long when he thinks you won’t notice.

you do notice. you always do.

you see it now, in the way he shifts gears with more force than necessary. in the way his hands tremble when he runs them through his hair. in the way he looks at you, like he wants to say something but won’t, like it’s locked behind his teeth, rusted shut with years of unsaid things.

and you—what are you to him? a distraction? a reminder? a tether to something softer, something he doesn’t think he deserves?

"you don’t have to do that," you say, softer this time.

he glances at you, brow furrowed. "do what?"

"pretend like you don’t care."

his lips part, but no words come out. just a sharp inhale, a slow exhale. and then he laughs again—quieter, this time. almost bitter.

"maybe i don’t."

but he does. you know he does. it’s in the way he says your name, in the way he always finds you first in a crowded room, in the way his fingers brush against yours but never stay long enough. it’s in the way he pulls away just before he gets too close, like he’s afraid of what might happen if he doesn’t.

rafe cameron is a hurricane dressed as a boy. all storm and sharp edges, all lightning that never quite touches the ground. people talk about him like he’s reckless, like he’s all impulse and violence, but you know better. you see what they don’t—the hesitation, the flicker of something softer just beneath the surface. you see the way he clenches his jaw when he’s trying not to feel. the way he swallows words before they can make it past his lips. the way his hands shake when he thinks no one’s looking.

he is not empty, not hollow like he wants the world to believe. he is full of things he will never say, full of rage and grief and longing. full of a love he will never let himself hold.

and you—maybe you are just another thing he cannot let himself have.

you could reach for him, could close the space between you, could press your palm against the warmth of his arm and wait for him to lean in instead of pull away. but you already know how this ends.

he’ll let you get close. close enough to feel the heat of him, close enough to believe that maybe, just maybe, this time will be different.

and then he’ll slip away—just like always.

( no taglist bcs its wayyy to old um i'll be redoing that too so look out for a post - sorry guys ! )

[morganalefae]

it actually means so much to me that tai and shauna seem to hold the most anger towards coach ben. they're the most willing to believe that he burned the cabin down not because they truly think he did it, but because of the way he abandoned them and looked down on them.

tai and shauna were the only ones who took shauna's pregnancy seriously- or at least understood the reality of it. partially because tai was the first to know, she helped shauna with the attempted abortion, she was the first that shauna confided in. they treat the pregnancy with much more gravity than the other characters, because they know how fucking dangerous and terrifying it is for shauna, to give birth in the wilderness with no medical care, no doctors, a rapidly dwindling food supply.

tai and shauna (and nat) are also the ones who struggle the most after eating jackie. tai because her other self took over in that moment, so on some level she has no idea what she's done until afterwards. shauna because they ate jackie, her best friend, the person she loved, hated, and whose death she caused.

for coach ben to look down on them, treat them like uncontrollable monsters who would turn on him and eat him next, to talk as if he's better than them for abstaining... yeah. i can see why tai and shauna would be angry. does he think they wanted this? to be driven to this? does he think they liked it? and the fact that, on some level, they did like it, they dont feel as bad as they probably should.... coach ben, like jackie, is the voice of judgement that they absolutely dont need. what right does he have to judge them?

because, coming back to shauna's pregnancy, coach ben may have had no clue what to do for her, or been able to help in any way, but he was the only adult figure that they had. to him, they didnt listen to him anymore, they didnt see him as an authority figure or value his opinion, but the yellowjackets still care about him, looking to him for guidance and reassurance. theyre still just kids. scared, terrified, unsure kids, one of whom is about to go through an incredibly traumatic birth, so they look to coach for something, anything... and he walks away. to the only room with a real bed, which (in my opinion) he could have offered to shauna during her last few months of pregnancy. instead, ben separates himself from the yellowjackets almost completely. shauna gives birth with her only help being teenagers who have no idea what theyre doing, but at least theyre doing something.

its easy for tai and shauna to hate coach ben. to blame him for the fire. him disappearing right when javi dies and they eat him is obviously no coincidence. and his obvious disgust, his morally superior attitude, the fact that he didnt care enough to even try and help shauna when she was in labour, and now javi's death? why wouldn't he try and kill them? why wouldnt he try and take them all out in one go? they're monsters. thats what he thinks anyway.

i dont believe coach ben set the fire anymore. i dont believe tai did either, but thats an entirely different post. his speech in 3e04 was moving, but it was tai and shauna who really made me feel their anger, their betrayal. he didnt just fail them, he judged them, he abandoned them and then he tried to kill them.

[kazumist]

spiderman!caleb x reader. fluff. based from this wonderful spiderman caleb fic i read last night (i haven't stopped thinking about it at ALL omg)

when you opened the door to caleb’s flat, you called out for him. “caleb, i’m here!” 

you decided to come over to his place today to spend some time together. you’d work on your college backlogs while he busies himself with this. the fact that you’re together as you do your things makes it a bit easier to bear when the work is too much.

caleb’s flat was quiet when you came in. the door lets out an audible yet soft click as it closes shut, and you made sure to lock in and put the chain on his door for extra security.

“caleb? helloooo, are you there?” you checked his living room first. on the coffee table looked like papers about anything that had to do with his piloting studies. you then check his bathroom; it remains untouched. heading to his bedroom, this is where you’re biggest guess where caleb could be.

yet he wasn’t. but there’s still one place you haven’t checked—the kitchen.

there was a small arch on top of the entrance to caleb’s kitchen. as soon as you were about to enter, all of a sudden, caleb hung upside down from the entrance—making you step back.

“hey, pips.”

the shriek you let out due to surprise almost caleb’s ears bleed. 

his hair falls as he hangs upside down, flinching at the shrill of your voice. “caleb!” you groan at him. he only laughs at your reaction, and you give him a glare in return. “you’re so annoying!”

“you know you love me,” he says back. he gets an eye-roll in return. “unfortunately.”

“ouch?”

“you deserve it.”

the day you found out that your boyfriend was the known “friendly neighborhood spiderman”, you didn’t believe it at first. but you came to accept it in due time—however, that does not mean that you easily got used to his… spider-like habits. especially when he hangs upside down or crawls on the walls. “oh c’mon, where’s my kiss?”

you didn’t want to break your facade of being mad at him. but when he reminds you of the kiss you’d grow into a habit of giving him, a smile inevitably breaks free. “fine—but it’s only because i love you!”

“i’m well aware of that, honey.”

you gently held his cheek, leaning on caleb’s lips, which felt soft against yours. you pull away soon after, “there. are you happy?” caleb flips himself back onto the ground; he then steps closer to you, wrapping you in a tight embrace. 

“as happy as i can be, pips.”