#and i also. didnt know what to do with it

[sushigirl004]

the problem is that i dont have any self worth anywhere else

[cloudyzeusy]

Bitchy arrogant pro hero Katsuki getting dicked down for the first time?

All Bark No Bite

pairing: katsuki X top male reader

warnings: smut, defo insufficient prep, light dub con

The Hero Commission training arena echoed with silence. You and Katsuki stood across from each other- the only ones left in the building.

He was already smirking as you faced off against each other. Because of course he was.

“Try not to cry when I drop your ass into the pavement.” He stretched his neck, cocky as hell.

You rolled your shoulders slowly only just a touch amused by his bravado.

“You talk a lot of shit, Dynamight,” You said circling him. “Maybe I’ll finally shut you up today.”

“Yeah right im gonna have you eating concrete by the five-minute mark.” He grinned, all teeth, cracking his neck.

“You talk like you’re trying to convince yourself.”

His eyes narrowed on you like he was trying to hunt an animal.

“Shut up let's make it quick- I’ve got better shit to do than wipe the floor with you.” He responded seriously now.

But you just rolled your eyes, he most certainly was not a threat to you. “Arrogance looks cute on you."

He lunged at you first with a loud blast his palm popping with sparks. But you dodged it in time the blast scorching the air near your cheek.

He followed up with another explosion-powered punch but you only raise your arm and block, feet skidding slightly.

“C’mon, that all you got? You’re moving like a fuckin’ rookie.”

“You’re fast, I’ll give you that- not fast enough though.”

You took him off guard with a slight shoulder shove and he stumbled off balance. Giving you the chance to use your shoulder to slam into his torso, knocking him into the back wall.

Your chest brushed against his as you both panted tired from the previous spars. You took the opportunity to check him out, you couldn't lie he looked good like this - all sweaty and flushed.

“You’re really getting off on this, huh? Sick bastard.” He grinned, breathy.

“You always this mouthy when you’re winded?” You said close to him, voice low.

His eyes then narrowed as he also checked you out - it was clear he was also enjoying this too much.

Katsuki was reckless, hotheaded, brash but damn if he didnt make it look good.

He pushed you away, finally trying to attack again having caught his breath. But it was more sloppy this time as he moved forward palms sparking again.

You stepped into it. Caught his wrist mid-swing and twisted. He cursed, staggered. Your leg swept behind his knees and..

THUD.

He hit the floor hard.

Before he could recover, you were on him- body pressed to his, one knee pinning his thigh, one palm flat against his chest. Your other hand wrapped around his throat. Not tight. But just enough to let him know: you won.

“What’s the matter, Dynamight?” You leaned in, smirking. “You like being under me?”

You saw his pupils dilate as his breath caught in his throat. His hands twitched as he clearly hesitated unsure whether to push you off or pull you closer. You grinned wider seeing a blush rising in his ears.

You've seen all possible states of Katsuki and right now? He wasn't mad. He was aroused. And now that he basically gave you the green light. You were not stopping.

“Don’t... fuckin’ look at me like that” He ground out, suddenly embarrassed. “Get the hell off me- ”

“Say please. Might make me feel more generous.” You teased, confused by the sudden change until you felt it.

"You’re hard already, Bakugou. I barely touched you. Thought you’d at least make me work for it.” You said smugly feeling his bulge through yout thin sweatpants.

“This doesn’t mean shit.” He exhaled harshly through his nose.

“You don’t have to pretend. Your body’s already telling the truth.” You assured him feeling an involuntary twitch against your leg.

You moved sightly shifting your weight causing him to arch against you, panting. You delighted in his reactions as he responded with a glare, teeth bared- but he didn’t move to stop you.

"This is going to be fun." You said internally.

You shifted your grip your hand sliding from his throat to his jaw, tilting his chin up so he’s forced to look at you.

“Tch- what the fuck are you doing-” he growled, but didn’t resist when you haul him up by the collar.

You walked him backward, his body still close to yours till you were both in a dark corner wall. From the animalistic wwy you were looking at him he knew exactly what your plan was.

His hands tried to shove at your chest, weakly. “We’re not doin’ this here-”

“We are,” You said simply, pressing your thigh between his legs. “You’re already leaking through your uniform.”

“You want this, Katsuki. Stop pretending you don’t.” Your hands grabbed at his belt and pulled the buckle snapping it ignoring it's clattered as it fell to the floor.

He gasped, pissed. “The fuck- ! That shit’s Commission-issued- ”

"You'll live." You tore his shirt open, revealing his sweat-slicked abs, scarred but gorgeous.

He glared still and you responded in kind. "Keep acting tough. It’s cute.”

His pants were next with one sharp tug, they fell down to his thighs, leaving him in just his boxers.

You palmed his crotch making his head fall down onto your shoulder. He let out a moan as you pulled out his cock jerking him off slowly. You watched him fall apart on you.

"Look at you.” You cooed degradingly.

You spit into your hand and you pushed him gently turning him around. You put one hand on the back of his neck holding him in placw while the other pushed into him.

“Are you really gonna stretch me with just with one fuckin’ finger like I’m some extra.”

You shoved in two slick fingers. “Don't worry my cock isn't that small .”

He shuddered , gritting his teeth. You slid in another. Causing a loud gasp, as he bit back a moan.

He kept mouthing off incoherent curses at you but yet his hips rocked back onto your hand, chasing more. "Come on, love. Let go just like that."

You deemed him stretched enough so you pulled out your fingers with a wet pop. You only pulled down your pants just enough to expose your hard cock.

You lined yourself up slowly, letting him frel your length. Your hands gripped his hips tight, teasing him.

“You sure?” You ask, teasing him like he had a choice.

“Shut the fuck up and do it ” He growled so you pushed in all of your cock at once. You enjoyed the way his tight heat stretched to accommodate all of you. Once all the way you stayed still trying to let him adjust despire hoe good the slick heat felt.

"Fuck," You groaned. "You're squeezing me so fucking tight."

"D-Don't stop-" He whimpered, his body trembling as he tried to fuck himself back onto your cock.

"Wouldn't dream of it," You mumbled, snapping your hips forward. He tried to claw at the wall to find purchase against your thrusts. As you fucked the breath outta him.

“You feel that, Katsuki? That’s what being fucked like you need feels like.”

He didn’t answer with words. He couldn’t. His breath hitched, high and sharp, caught between a moan and a gasp as you drove into him again. His forehead thunked against the wall, palms spread flat like he was bracing for impact, muscles tense and trembling.

“Shit..fuck,” he hissed, voice breaking.

You grinned, tightening your grip on his hips, thumbs pressing bruises into his skin. “Thought you said you were gonna wipe the floor with me. What happened to all that noise, hm?”

You thrust again deeper this time and he moaned, sluttishly, before instantly slapping a hand over his mouth.

Your eyes darkened grabbing his wrist and yanked it away from his face, pinning it to the wall.

“No hiding. I wanna hear how much you like it.”

He tried to glare at you over his shoulder, stubborn fire still flickering in his eyes but another hard thrust knocked the breath out of him, leaving him gasping.

“You fuckin’ nghh bastard- I hate you”

He writhed under you, one hand curling into a fist against the wall like he was fighting himself—fighting the sounds clawing up his throat, the way his hips were moving with you now.

You slid one hand from his hip to his cock, wrapping around him firmly, stroking in time with your thrusts.

“See? You’re leaking. Fuckin’ mess already,” you rasped, jerking him rougher when he didn’t respond.

His voice cracked on a moan. “Shut-up-!”

“Can’t. Not when you’re this fuckin’ pretty taking it.”

He snarled but it lacked bite, cut off by a choked moan when you angled your hips just right for his prostrate. He jerked beneath your hold, a full-body shiver rolling through him. His cock bounced with every thrust, dripping, neglected—but he didn’t beg. Not yet.

You leaned in, your chest brushing his back, lips ghosting his ear.

“That the spot?” you murmured, voice low and smug.

“F-Fuck you-!”

You snapped your hips again, harder. He cried out, the sound punching from his lungs, raw and needy. You chuckled, pulling out halfway and slamming back in—once, twice, until he went silent save for his ragged breaths and the wet slap of skin-on-skin.

“You are fucking me, baby. Keep up.”

He tried to turn his head, maybe to glare at you, maybe to kiss you—you didn’t give him the chance. You fucked into him harder, deeper, and his knees buckled slightly as he grunted, hips stuttering, legs shaking under the weight of his own need.

You bit his shoulder, enough to mark. He arched into it with a guttural moan.

“Katsuki,” you breathed, voice dropping into something darker. “You close?”

He didn’t answer. Just clenched around you so hard you saw stars. So you jerked him faster.

He choked on a whimper. “I...fuck-I’m gonna-!”

You growled, “Then do it. Come for me. Right fuckin’ now.”

And he did—with a shout, legs trembling, body going taut as his cum splattered the wall and your fist. You fucked him through it, didn’t stop until he was sobbing open-mouthed moans, hips jerking with overstimulation.

Only then did you slam in one final time, burying yourself to the hilt as you came with a grunt, spilling into his twitching heat.

Both of you stilled. Panting.

You let your forehead fall to his shoulder as your hand slipped from his cock.

He still looked good like this with his body trembling still from the overstimulation. His face was flushed, cheeks red, lips parted.

You then remembered his forehead was still resting against the wall so you gently wrapped your arms around him, slowly pulling him back toward you.

You then sank back down on the ground together, your cock pulled out so it rested at his back. He leaned into your touch instinctively, even though be would vehemently deny it tomorrow.

“Breathe, baby. I’ve got you,” You murmured, brushing sweat-damp hair from his temple.

You used his ripped shirt to clean up his stomach and thighs as best as you could. He just let you. Clearly worn out from sex and sparring.

“…Still think I’m a fucking extra ?” You mumbled against his skin, afted kissing his temple.

He huffed, voice hoarse. “Fuck you.” Turning around to face you so he could punch your chest half-heartedly.

You smirked. “Already did.” Your hand rubbed soothing circles on his thigh.

He breathed without looking at you: “Next time I’m riding you.”

You held him tighter, your eyebrows arching before you spoke “Say please first.”

He didn’t answer, but you felt the tiniest smirk against your shoulder.

[londonfoginacup]

(reference)

[ceaseless-tosser]

thinking about the hole that sasha left behind. she was the first archival assistant to go so we basically know nothing about her. she even teases this in her final words: 'i never told you what happened to me in artifact storage' and she's right! we never learn! We only know she likes computers and nitpicking pronunciations of circus instruments!

Not!Sasha replaced her but also like. took her place in the narrative. we know more about not!sasha than we do about sasha james. she got to take all her development and intrigue. she got to move on in the story where sasha didnt.

so even though we can recognize sasha's original VO, we dont know what she looks like. we dont know what she acted like. we dont know her likes or dislikes or her childhood. we can draw her or write fanfiction where she survived, but none of us have any idea how accurate that will be. we'll honestly just be playing off shallow tropes, or using sasha as a blank space for whatever deus ex machina we imagine she could have pulled off if she was still around. None of that is 'her', she's as robbed of her personhood in our attempts to save her as she was from the not!them.

the characters in the show lost her, but so did we. the 4th wall protects us from being fooled by the not!them, but it also means we have no way of ever learning who she actually was.

[rebellum]

One thing that helped keep me going for years is 'I can always start planning tomorrow instead'

But also i think there needs to be more acceptance of discussion of suicidal thoughts. It sucks being suicidal, and it sucks to also have to hide that from everyone. It sucks to confess to someone that you're suicidal only for you to then have to comfort THEM about your feelings.

Another thing that stopped me was what someone above said. I did my research. And all of the most accessible methods had a very low success rate. I had to Jerry rig something out of the information and materials that I had, and luckily at the last minute was too scared to go through with it.

But as someone who was off and on suicidal for years, I don't really like the 'all your problems CAN be fixed!' Mentality. Because it really feels like it can't be. I think there needs to be more widespread information on the different psychiatric interventions available for people. And more awareness of severe mental health issues in teens and children.

Like, I COULDN'T just go to a psychiatrist and get help. I was 12. I didnt know how to make my own doctor's appointments. And I had been told by everyone that that I was going through was normal, everyone experiences sadness or anxiety. I had 0 reason to believe that I would be able to get help before I was a full adult, years away.

I managed to hang on until I was 17 and went behind my mother's back to get an appointment, because at that age I was old enough for doctor-patient confidentiality to apply to me. And I only knew that adults were wrong about me being able to access psychiatric care because I happened to be friends with someone with bipolar disorder who was on meds.

But even for years after reaching adulthood, for years of adulthood and going to different psychiatrists, almost every single one would tell me that medication probably wouldn't help me much. If I had a bad reaction to 2 ssris, then I was probably out of luck.

As if there were only SSRIs. (I'm on a Norepinephrine–dopamine reuptake inhibitor and an SRI/ 5-HT1A receptor partial agonist now). There are so many types of medication.

As if non-medication treatments don't exist. Electroconvulsive therapy, Eye Movement Desensitization and Reprocessing, Repetitive Transcranial Magnetic Stimulation, Vagus nerve stimulation, and more.

Like, people would probably do a lot better with suicidal thoughts if they werent told at every turn "actually you're just going to have to live like this."

It’s so crazy that suicide prevention is just people going awwww don’t!! Awwww come on noooooooooo stopppppp

[lemongogo]

throwing this wip away ,.everyone say byee

[zeropro]

Q&A Corner: Autobot Base

Wanted to try and clear some of my inbox before moving on to the next phase of the story. (long post warning)

It's gotta be Bumblebee, tho he and Wheeljack are chill. The Dinobots trust everyone inherently because they are the strongest and also a little stupid.

Jazz is like, just as cautious as Red Alert, but instead of getting anxious and paranoid he stays cool and relaxed about it. He's keeping just as close an eye on the Decepticons roaming the base as anyone, you just wouldn't know it if you didn't know Jazz. And everyone knows Jazz.

I get a lot of asks about random characters, and I cant really draw all of them, but I like the idea that Cosmos is chilling at some amusement park. Kinda like in EarthSpark, but like consensually haha. I bet he's great with kids.

They're divorced. Ratchet didn't approve of his malpractice and Pharma didnt approve of his personality.

No one will ever find out what happened between Starscream and Cryak if Starscream has any say in it. And he won't refuse a spark exam, it just gives him anxiety and he has a hard time with them. He'll do it but he might have to hold someone's hand.

I don't think it hurts to roll around in vehicle mode, but it's possible it hurts when transforming. Bumblebee can join the chronic pain gang.

Probably my fault, not my best writing if I have to be honest. The dialogue in that comic didn't quite get across what I wanted, I cringe a lot when I look back on it lmao;;; (Also yes best not to touch him or stand too close)

Well Bee is the Autobot leader and Starscream thinks himself the Decepticon leader, so it makes sense they'd work together. Prowl, Jazz, and Red Alert def notice something else going on there and are torn between wishing Bee would be just a little less trusting of the war criminal and hoping this is doing some good for Starscream.

I actually love when fics explore this. I don't think the Autobots are perfect or anything, I'm sure there is still animosity there for sure, but the leadership doesn't rely on fear to maintain power and I think the contrast wouldnt be lost on Starscream. If nothing else it puts into stark contrast just how far Megatron has fallen (heh heh).

Yeah Megatron isnt doing great after coming back online. I think the coneheads left specifically because he started taking it out on them in lieu of Starscream. I don't think anyone wants to be there anymore but it can be really hard to leave. Soundwave is still loyal, he can sense the nuance of what's going on inside Megatron and it makes it hard to turn his back on one of the most important people in his life.

I'm certainly going to try (it's a canon event!)

That would be so very cute, but it wouldn't happen haha.

Of course he misses them, but he's a big boy, he wont cry (maybe in his sleep).

They didn't know he was there. Fireflight got lost and they kinda just stumbled across Thundercracker's house while out looking for him and started bothering him.

I think we all could use a break and a nap mayhaps...

They barely know each other, like coworkers that work on different floors of the same office building.

I'm sure he knows there's a difference. Probably doesnt realize they're cats and not, idk, a bear or something. He didn't really pay attention to Earth creature taxonomy until very recently.

Sunstreaker doesnt feel bad about it because I dont think he had full intention of killing an unarmed incapacitated mech. He was more using intimidation to keep Skywarp from warping out and attacking him, he totally woulda killed him at that point, or at least tried to. Skywarp doesnt hold it against him tho, it was war, it happens, he prolly woulda killed him back if given the chance.

Skywarp also hasn't seen or spoken to Thundercracker since then. Skywarp was really really mad when Thundercracker originally defected from the Decepticons, and he doesn't really understand why Thundercracker wont talk to them. It's complicated. He also just hasn't really thought about going to see him. Keep in mind they've been with the Autobots for a little over a year, so not a very long time.

It's fun how many people were worried for Swindle. I can at least say he didn't really deserve it this time. Man's out here thriving under capitalism but Megatron needs his combiners.

Soundwave is of average size, Megatron is just huge! Soundwave and Starscream are the same size.

They didn't lose Soundwave, they know where he is. They can go visit him any time. And no one has to take care of them, they're full grown adults haha. Honestly, the Autobots are used to them spying on them in their walls, they're probably just like "at least they're running around out in the open where we can see them now."

I think the only other notable one is Defensor. I don't have any plans to include Defensor.

No thanks, that's weird. :P

Stay tuned!

[itissadbutitsmy-artblog]

swings bat at hornets nest dot png

consistent characterization of pb is that if youre conventionally cute she will like you and pull you out of danger but if youre kinda offputting or ugly she will let bad things happen to you in front of her and she might even openly blame you for them

[moonlit-imagines]

Headcanons for being Bob’s best friend

Bob Reynolds x reader

warnings: DRUGGGG ADDICTIONNNNN. i really think its so important to talk about bobs drug addiction. i do find him to be babygirl but in the "looks like a cinnamon roll, could actually kill you" because he is really That Guy. i wouldn't be surprised if he canonically stabbed someone for meth if im being honest. also bob's abuse and such, mental illness, yk

a/n: request so entertaining to read i actually took it LMAOO sorry it took so long there were 10 requests ahead of you i had to put you in the next request slot group 😭

prompt: @ceylon-morphe: “Do you have any hcs for bob? Sweet baby bob? Precious pookie bob? Must protect and give all my love bob? Wanna smooch his sad puppy face bob? Give him a bubble bath and wrap him in my softest blankets bob? He’s innocent he did nothing wrong bob? I’ve only met bob for 2 minutes but If anything happens to him ima kill everyone in this room then myself bob? God gives his strongest battles to his most traumatized soldiers bob? Pathetic wet mess of a human being bob? Legit looks like he be a bottom in bed bob? Looks like the poster child of sad pathetic losers everywhere bob? Much thanks boo!//Apologies I forgot to add bob (from thunderbolts) relationship to reader as friends.”

you've stuck by bob for forever

despite his flaws—his many flaws—you always tried to be there for him

like when he shows up at your house at 3am slurring his words, sweating his ass off, barely standing still and you have to drag him inside and help him come down

"i didn't know where else to go" -bob

"i know" -you, wiping his face with a wet washcloth

it was a cycle for a long time, and you felt so helpless about it

you knew what he'd come from, and you were the only person he'd ever trusted with the details of his past

abuse, the car accident that got him hooked on painkillers, the spiral downwards of chasing a high, other mental health struggles

he's told you he was "getting clean" about a dozen different times, but it was always the same

you felt like you were enabling him

"shiiiitttt, no, y/n, that's not what it looks like" -bob

"really? because it looks like a bag of meth rocks to me next to...oh, look at that, your 'trusty' pipe" -you

"nooo, that's my friend's, i was holding onto it for him" -bob

"you don't have any friends" -you, tossing his things on the couch and storming off

it always broke his heart when he disappointed you

and honestly, looking at it from his point of view, he felt just as much of a failure for being a bad friend

it was a sensitive subject

you bailed him out of jail a handful of times and the last time you did, you gave him the biggest earful he'd gotten since he was a kid

"i can't keep doing this, bob! at this rate, you'll be dead in a ditch and i'm terrified of the day i get that call. i can't keep running in circles like this, you need to get your shit together" -you

"i swear, this is the last time, okay? please don't be mad" -bob

"you said that the last three times i bailed you out. no more chances." -you

bob felt like a real asshole, but trying to change was too hard for him

that's when, without any warning, he left you and went to malaysia, you didn't hear from him for a good couple of weeks

he left a note telling you he was off to go "find his purpose," which meant he was on his own and had no one to look out for him

and although you may have threatened to give up on him, it was just supposed to be a wakeup call

you called him every day, several times a day, for weeks. left voicemails every time

"hey bob. please call me back. i just want to make sure you're okay" "bob, it's me, can you give me a call back when you get this?" "bob, i'm getting really worried, can you please let me know you're alive?" "hey. i love you, man. i'm always here for you and i'm sorry for how we left things" -you

meanwhile, bob had submitted himself to human experimentation to try to "better himself" and didnt want to talk to you again until he turned his life around for you

you were listed on his "medical forms" as an emergency contact, but you were never contacted when he was believed dead

after a few weeks, his voicemail box was full and calling was futile

and bob was stuck in a box and shipped to utah to be hidden from the government and world, a failed experiment that was to be buried

you felt so guilty. it ate away at you. and no matter how many times you went over it in your head—the begging and pleading for him to get help, the betrayals, picking him up from jail, thinking he was getting better just to find a secret stash—you felt like it was all your fault.

when bob woke up from his...coma? yeah, sure. when bob woke from his coma in a death trap with 4 3 assassins, the last thing he had in his memory was you

"yeah, no, don't know how i got here? i'm bob, i just, uh, woke up. any of you know y/n?" -bob

"is he joking?" -john

"no. i just need to let y/n know i'm okay. it worries them when they don't hear from me for a while" -bob

"who is y/n to you, bob?" -yelena

"oh, y/n is my best friend. really understanding, really awesome. sometimes i forget to check in and they think i'm dead" -bob :)

"oh...well we don't know any y/n, sorry" -ava

yelena soon found his files—"sentry project"

you were listed in his records, she found it curious and a little sweet

until much later when they all escaped the incinerator and discovered bob had powers and valentina was being...protective of him

"i think we have a problem" -yelena, walking thru the desert

"oh, do we now? do tell, i'm dying to hear what other problems we have besides being stranded in the desert and hunted by valentina's soldiers" -john

"well, smartass, these are the files on bob and how he got there. his beloved y/n is in here. they're a target" -yelena

"sucks to be y/n, then" -ava

when bucky found the group of rogue assassins, yelena took it as an opportunity to save you

"bob needs us, but so does y/n. is there any way you can make sure they're okay? out of harms way" -yelena

"be careful, yelena. it's starting to sound like you have a heart" -john

"shut up, walker" -yelena and bucky

you were soon visited by captain america at your humble abode in florida

bucky called in a favor

"sorry to drop by unannounced, but it's for your protection" -sam

"my protection? what do you mean? what's going on?" -you

"your friend bob is alive, but he made some friends with some bad people" -sam

"great, more drug dealers?" -you

"the director of the CIA actually" -sam

"you're joking" -you

"for your sake, i wish i was. you need to come with me" -sam

if he'd gotten there 20 minutes later you'd have been permanently silenced by valentina's soldiers

sam couldn't be your security detail for long, not officially, but bucky asked him to bring you to new york where the "thunderbolts" would protect you and reunite you with bob

unfortunately, the situation wasn't what they had thought—but you'd seen this before

"i go by sentry now. y/n, are you proud of me? i feel so much healthier now, you were right!" -bob

"y/n, get behind me" -yelena

"i think y/n is turning on you. you might need to take care of them" -val

"no, no. y/n would never. they've always taken care of me. we can finally be happy" -bob

"well, these assassins are trying to take y/n away from you. they'd be safer with us" -val, continuing to manipulate

that started the firefight, which ended with you running for your life to the elevator and waiting for the others to follow suit

"what happened to him?! he left florida a couple weeks—maybe a month ago—he was never like this. sure, he had his issues—and the delusions of invincibility, but now he actually is invincible??" -you

"your friend was experimented on, the only survivor of these experiments. that woman—valentina—she has her nails dug deep in him, he's her weapon" -yelena "i read his file, you were in it. that's why we knew where to find you"

"emergency contact?" -you

yelena nodded

"i'm always the one he calls when he's in trouble. last time he got in trouble, i yelled at him. that was the first time i've seen him in a while" -you

"that's not your fault. he seems...troubled" -ava

"you don't know the half of it" -you

yelena then started yelling at the whole team in front of avengers tower and you tried to wander off, soon stopped by the void swallowing all of new york city

"is that—it can't be? bob?" -you

"you need to find cover" -john

you hid, but were soon a shadow on the wall and transported into "the void"

after reliving some of your worst memories, you found bob all by yourself. he was sitting alone in the attic of his childhood home. you'd heard this story many times when he was drunk and crying over bad memories

"hi." -bob

"been a while" -you, sitting beside him

"yeah, i'm sorry. i just thought i might be able to do something good if i was on my own for a while" -bob, looking down through the floorboards "i made everything worse"

"you know you can always count on me. i'm sorry i snapped last time we talked" -you

"well, i shouldn't have bought those pills from that undercover cop. i knew he was a cop, too. i've seen him bust other people. i just really wanted what he had" -bob

"we'll...we'll work on that. not buying drugs. especially from cops" -you

soon, the thunderbolts appeared and they had a plan to get out of the hell-filled void you got trapped in. bob felt extra bad bc he knew the things you'd been through too and it was his fault you had to relive them

he held your hand most of the trip out, and by the time you reached reality again, he was a little lost

"y/n! who are all these people?" -bob

"some friends we made!" -you, trying to stay upbeat

"is he okay? we all remember what just happened, right?" -bucky

"yeah, no, he's fine. this happens sometimes" -you

"yeah, i just get a little fuzzy. it'll come back to me" -bob, looking to you. you nodded encouragingly

this was the first time you'd seen him look healthy in a long time. good weight, no bags around his eyes, posture was better, a genuine smile, all around looking better

you and him got dragged into the "new avengers" announcement

and he needed to stay in new york due to his...abilities

"will you stay here with me? it'll be sooo cool, we can have sleepovers again like we used to!" -bob

the other "avengers" made it a stipulation for you to stay, and you were looking for a reason to move out of florida. you said yes and joined up with the new avengers—in a more civilian sense. who knows, maybe you'd become useful in ways you never thought before?

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[sweetpianoxoxo]

I love the idea of small-town brown bear shifter John Price and a new resident spotted doe reader who is a horticultural technician and now runs the plant nursery on the outskirts of town.

Thinking about how, customary to bear courtship rituals, Price would stalk around the Doe, make sure she was safe, (without her knowledge of course) he would scent the trees surrounding her workplace, and when he found out they lived in the same neighborhood? Her whole property smelt strong of bear.

Of course, stupidly, he didn't consider how terrifying that would be for a Doe. Predator and Prey dynamics in hybrids weren't as strong as it might be in nature, but that didn't mean an overwhelming bear scent following her everywhere wasn't terrifying.

The deer had come to this town for a reprieve. She lived in the city where it was bustling, and there was nowhere for her to graze or two into any instincts. She didn't even know any other deer in the city she lived in, just birds, dogs, cats, rodents, etcetera. She just wanted to be a deer in peace.

She would think that this bear was trying to run her out of town. She didnt know why, just terrified of running into this bear face to face.

Johns attempts of courtship weren't working, and now he was just interested. He started asking every cervidae creature in town. What were the courtship rituals for a deer? What was customary for her?

Almost everything he was told either crossed over with what he was already doing or had to do with antlers. He doesn't have antlers. What does he do?

And so he took the human approach. He spent two or so days prepping his backyard to house a variety of fruits and veggies. He generally wasnt a fan, but deer were so he may as well be prepared. Once he had a garden made, he took his truck down to her nursery.

He waited down the road for almost an hour for her shop to open, but he could smell her, putting around in the actual greenhouse. When the time hit '10', he began driving into the property.

A bell jingled as he opened the door, and he was met with the smell of his deer, and also the most exquiste, earthy, sweet smells from all the flowers and fruits. Nobody was behind the counter, and John took the opportunity to look around.

"Ill be out in a minute!"

He saw daylilies, pansies, violets, morning glory, grapes, lettuce, spinach. All flowers and fruits and veggies deers liked. There were some other plants he didnt know the names of, lots, actually.

When the doe finally came to the counter, she tensed, and her smelt went sour. "Please i just want to live here in peace." The adrenaline pouring off her body almost made Price want her more.

"Relax, sweet'art. Not trynna run you out of town. Quite the opposite, actually." He took a cautious step forward, with his hands up for effect. "Smelt your sweet scent as soon as you entered town." Maybe it was still just her fear waring to shock, or maybe she was starting to understand the situation.

When a male meets their mate, they can smell them, and other males can sense the difference, but the frmales dont. They can't scent a male until the male nips their scent glands. This was something eugenics produced over years of women dying before breeding age due to an overwhelming amount of scents or alphas trying to claim them.

(This is not to say females can't smell a male generally, just not as deep and harsh. For example, doe can tell that there's a strong bear following her, she doesn't know he's her mate)

The deer started to become antsy, nervously shaking her fingers and swaying from side to side. "Come on now, dearie," the irony wasn't lost of Price either as he stepped even closer to the counter. "I know you start cleaning up at 6. I'll be coming back then, and we can have a nice dinner at Joanie's and talk about our situation."

It wasn't a question. It wasn't an invitation. It was firm command. She'd be taken out on a date by her grizzly bear mate, whether she wanted to or not.

[undying-love]

I know I have read somewhere that Paul didnt seem to enjoy having sex as much as it seemed. Was it Francie who said it?

In her book Body Count, she says:

“He settled right into a chair, with me on his lap. The eyes were bigger than ever, and the kisses started on the neck and worked their way into more interesting places. The sheepdog followed us into the bedroom to watch. He hadn’t been terribly good or terribly bad. He seemed to rush into it, as if thinking about meant he wouldn’t make it. The relationship began on his ‘save me’ lament, not on a rush of sexual flashes.” [...] His eyes searched mine in a tender, helpless way. He asked me, ‘Do you think you could take care of me?’, I said, ‘I don’t know, we’re so different. I’d be glad to give it a try.’ [...] It’s not important sometimes if a person isn’t particularly good in bed. He had his hang-ups, and I think that he felt sometimes that he wasn’t manly enough.

Later in a conversation with someone, they asked her, "You went with Paul McCartney, didn’t you?’ What’s Paul like? I heard he was gay."

And she replied:

‘He might have gone that way but he didn’t. He really didn’t dig fucking that much, if that’s any kind of an answer.’

David Puttman (a friend of Paul who produced the promotional video for "Maybe I'm Amazed") also said this:

"Paul, he fucked everything that moved and yet didn’t seem to want to."

[supremefloof]

episode 15 thoughts

I love ghostblade and whatever is wrong with him (ep 15 spoilers ahead)

right off the bat, we learn that yup ghostblade did indeed kill little johnnies dad. his name is "Sheng" and he dies in year 22. he's got naturey powers!

omg i can't help it ghostblade was frying me this entire episode. this is so comically edgy and it's for sure on purpose LMAO

large and loving family full of laughter and food. bro was just too overstimulated 😭 to be fair though if I perceived the world like this exactly i would also crash out

become the COOLEST ASSASIN lmfaooooooo

makes me think though this is the mindset of someone with over 175 kills. like he has carried this mindset from childhood, even including his childhood ideas about ghosts/curses.

The butcher shop is Mo Butchers, and his chinese hero name is Mo Sha, neat detail!

this ep made me go back to ghostblade's pv, and in this one I noticed that you can actually see the sign mentioned "three-peat X". wish I saw this before the mistranslations got me so confused

we have definitely not seen all of Ghostblade's backstory. like, for one, where did he learn this?? in his other pv it shows him in a surgeons office or something so probably there.

okay. I've been pretty satirical so far. but I just KNOW ghostblade's character is going to have a bit more to it than his insanely silly fumbling, and i'm going to see SO MUCH annoying misinterpretation of it on other social media.

like... methinks he's an unreliable narrator. maybe even lying to my face perhaps

this entire thing as he talks is like soooo edgy and cool but like. that pig is crying. that pig has human eyes. this line is so suspicious. ghostblade is a CHILD here.

he pretty privileged his way to heroism lmaooo

although... seeing how committed rock was to the yang cheng bit it's possible that this was set up as well. I mean, how does one become an assassin hero anyways off of fomo thirst trapping

an affective disorder is, defined according to wikipedia:

any of a group of conditions of mental and behavioral disorder where the main underlying characteristic is a disturbance in the person's mood.

and also his name is Wang Yi. and he DID talk at some point.

WHY DOES SHANG LOOK LIKE THAT?? and ghostblade gave him an ick I think

"I finally left that place to become the coolest assassin, and I picked out the coolest name: ghostblade" is that sass

aaaaand there it is! greed, violence, knowing too much, etc. it's all wrong.

MG.........what are you cooking here..... what did Sheng know?? this also proves that MG has been silencing people since wayyy before yang cheng.

omg is big johnny a curse or a last blessing from Sheng?? that's so cool

Zhang Lan and that fuckass bagel alley

DO YOU SEE WHAT I MEAN. THJIS IS SO UNSERIOUS I LOVE HIM

he was def trying to aura farm here

awwww this is cuteeeee. ghostblade in wedding clothes :000000000

the way the priest just carries on as usual while she says i do on her phone.

Is that the same guy??????

HE'S SMILING! and also, Zhan Lan's name in his phone is literally just "HER."

oh my god they were in love. they were freaking it on the regular. GB is worried about her health but the marriage shatters becaujse she didnt get pregnant nonchalantly enough 😭

thats a brand new sentence huh

NO REALLY. WHAT'S THE STORY HERE? why is him killing people in the same artstyle as his overstimulating childhood

oughhh him hugging the bunny... cut to THIS lolll. Also, birds

no literally WHAT IS THIS GHOSTBLADE? the stalking scenes with the serious music... I love this show sm

omg @/spotlightlover you called it gb thought Nuonuo's stalker was someone else 💀

another thing to support the unreliable narrator thing, or even that the entire episode is generally satirical in some sense: the Loli-GB fight scene looks WAY cooler from his POV

oh in general I love the animation style of this ep!! it's very pretty

I also love when GB is expressive! glad he's not just wearing the same expression constantly.

It seems like he lives on a Tower Floor and has been for ages.

damn so that's why rock was weirded out that he didn't pick up. ghostblade has literally nobody else that could possibly be talking to him.

love this super pretty shot. This feels to me like GB is finally realizing and understanding love for family... and maybe even the love he grew up with but didn't quite receive.

rocks expression at the end... that was definitely not his intention. or maybe he wasn't expecting ghostblade to do anything by himself like ever.

I feel like this episode maybe had an important theme that I didn't quite pick up?

he does feel very autistic coded

yeahhhh this is one of my favorite heroes so far. super fun episode as well!

[mcl39]

dumb and embarrassing!! and you're putting it in the main tags, SAD!! many such cases

[dialoverswritesssx]

things that you could do / say to sakamakis to ragebait them ( with a 50/50 chance of death)

Shu

takes a lot to get this guy riled up

hide his headphones

tell him mozart is bad

pretend no to know who mozart is , then try gaslight him into thinking mozart isnt real

take his shoes off when hes sleeping

Reiji

find some niche game / interest and rig it so you always win by changing to rules and then be like " omg this is so good i just learned this yesterday"

praise shu

give shu a gift but not reiji and pretend you dont know what you are doing

when he corrects you on something say "someones got their knickers in a twist" ( any corny catchphrase will do )

if he gets angry ask him " why are you getting so emotional?"

when arguing about random things with him just say " oh, you must not be in the know"

Ayato

ask him what sport would he play if he was athletic

tell him he looks like he couldnt swim ( playing with fire here)

call him "brochacho" or bro .

make random ( but believable) and try gaslighting him into thinking they are true

repeat what he says but in a nerd voice

tell him his hair looks like a pixie cut

tell him he looks like he was homeschooled

Kanato

anything but specifically anything involving teddy or cake

start hiding teddy in random places and then telling him you dont know where it is

everything is with a 99% chance of death so just try gaslight him whenever you can

Laito

you have to be careful here , its got to be something he carnt get off on.

when he talks tell him " i expected your voice to be lower"

ask him how tall does he wish he was

when he calls you little bitch , call him "little fella" or call him buddy , bro , dude or guy . or even " little princess"

when refrencing him in conversation say "the ginger one"

everytime hes near you make faint gagging sounds and cover your nose

say "whats your name again" - first time hell say something pervy, but keep it up ( say it every 3-4 days) hell start getting pissed off

ask him if he reads with his finger

randomly move stuff around in his room and act like you didnt know anything about it

Subaru

stare at his forehead but all the time ( even better if its only when hes talking

tell him he looks ticklish - then proceed to try tickle him

knock on his coffin

ask if when he wakes up does he bang his head on the top of his coffin

tell him " whatever makes you feel big and strong"

i also think the " what sport would you play if you were athletic" would do the trick (old but gold)

when he gets angry just smile and nod at him

yes these work on irl men ( and women) too, i gave them free, enjoy

[yuhi-san]

All of this. But its also important that tjey try to help in any way they know how to because... its not like there is any guid for how to do this. There isnt exactly a precedence for a secunit going rouge but instead of violence wanting to just watch shows but also clearly being dedicated to protecting them but also being seemingly mad about it too.

And another thing i feel people often forget about the presaux grew messing up with murderbot (especiall im the tv verse) is... hiw would they know what to do? Murderbot doesnt have any idea what it wants. Neither would it be able to communicate it propperly if it did. On top of that its not exactly great at correctly interprete most social clues (keep thinking about the "there is no reason to look at me, i am not a sexbot" there are many reason ti look at someone that have nothing to do with romance or lust but).

Hell it barely knows what it doesnt want! It has a short list of that (being controlled, ironically being a robot for murder, being a pet robot, being a sex bot and most touch and eye contact) it just sort of adds to the list as it goes on and encountersmore stuff it didnt like.

Presaux tried their very best to stumble through this and they did mess up but they pay attention and learn. Ratthi stopping from hugging murderbot, mensah not looking it right in its face, them taking note of the importance of sanctuary moon)

And while it is sad murderbot didnt feel like it could stay with them at the end of all systems red and the tv show, they did good. I dont think there is any "ifs" or "had they" or any course of action that would have lead to a different outcome.

They were trying to help, which didn't help. But as much as it pissed me off, I kind of appreciated it.

Murderbot TV (Apple TV) season 1 episode 7

[bigblueworld]

welcome to the nerds club

context: there’s a new guy, he’s tall..annoyingly handsome and very smart. and quiet..sorta. you have a tiny crush(TINY) and your coworkers LOVE him.

the first part of this au! i rlly hope u guys enjoy it as i enjoy writing it! pls send reqs and any ideas u have for any new au’s or readers! love u guys!

the field museum in chicago, illinois opened at 9:00 am, but you always showed up at least 30 minutes before opening to do a little walkthrough of your exhibits, and others.

you had a tour today with kids on a field trip, you liked kids. you just hoped that they weren’t wild.

the lights showed brightly on the masks, vases, and different equipment that human kind had made and created in the past. you stood and stared, your head tilted slightly as it usually was when looking at the exhibits.

you saw a few of your coworkers and with a soft smile you said you’re good mornings.

your work best friend; clark sidled up next to you.

“every morning..i know EXACTLY where to find you. you’re always staring at this one.” clark said with an eyebrow raised as she looked at you.

the exhibit in question was of the mummies, in their sarcophagus. laying in their eternal sleep.

the ancient egyptians always had you mesmerized and you always loved learning about them.

“s’just..i really like this exhibit.” you said softly as you looked at clark.

clark huffed out a soft laugh, “well..we got a new guy.” she didnt notice how your head whipped to the side.

“a new guy?”

“yeah..he’s a paleontologist or he will be working in that section.” clark shrugged and turned to walk away. you sped up until you matched walking speed with her.

it was 10 minutes till opening.

“his name is rafe..also forewarning i heard he has a dog. but apparently he went to one of the top colleges for paleontology which is like hecka cool. he’s mad smart, or so i’ve heard. i think..he’s in his early twenties. honestly no clue…” clark rambled on about the new guy

you nodded and softly acknowledged with “mhm” and “wow” just to pretend you were listening.

you and staff were very close-knit so new people were always big news.

“is he starting today?” you asked

“nah, but he will be showing up today just to take a look around and go through training and stuff…i think.” clark answered

you nodded along and kept walking.

“you have a tour today..right y/n?”

“yep. middle schoolers…my favorite.” you spoke slightly sarcastically.

its not that you didn’t like the middle schoolers..they could just be a..bit much at times. nothing you couldn’t handle.

as you kept walking, your head was down and once you looked up you slammed into something that was as hard as a brick wall.

but before you fell on your ass, a hand darted out to grab your forearm to stop you from falling. you heard clark gasp..and then she had the audacity to chuckle.

“hey..you alright?” the voice spoke. it was smooth like honey falling off the ladle, spoken quiet enough that you almost had to strain your ears to hear it.

you stood up and brushed yourself off, “uh yeah..thanks. im sorry i should’ve been watching where i was going.”

your eyes took in the guy in front of you. he was tall. his hair was gelled back, and he looked very nice if you did say so yourself. you watched him push his glasses up further and thats when your eyes caught his. a deep blue, like when there’s a storm rolling across the ocean. yet clear enough that you could look through and catch glimpses of what is in its embrace.

thats when you felt something nudge your hand. you looked down a puppy who looked like it jumped right out of 101 dalmatians was panting softly and licked gently at your hand.

“t-that’s strata. he’s nice..he’s sorta like an emotional support dog.” the guy stammered softly before gently tugging the puppy back. strata sat back on his haunches and stared up at the guy as he licked his muzzle softly.

“my name’s rafe.”

“so YOUR THE NEW GUY!” clark exclaimed and bounded up next to you, nudging your shoulder. clark held her hand out for him to shake.

“name’s clark, nice to meet you rafe.” they shook hands and he smiled. your eyes narrowed slightly. his smile was like the sun finally peaking out from behind the clouds.

clark gave you a nudge again, and you blinked. rafe was staring at you almost expectantly.

“oh! uh..my name’s y/n. nice to meet you rafe.” you took his hand and shook it firmly.

“heard you work in paleontology.” clark and her endless information on other people.

“yes i do! i went to university of chicago for my degree.” he said with another gentle smile.

“oh wow..that’s cool. im just a regular old staff butt..y/n here is an expert in anthropology.” clark nudged your shoulder again, and you shot her a glare.

rafe looked at you again, his eyes taking you in. you stared back, almost like you couldn’t stop staring. he was a pretty boy…

“yes, i am still studying anthropology. but i have my bachelor’s.”

you looked at the clock. it was time for opening.

“clark. it’s opening.” you whispered in her ear.

rafe shuffled on his feet, and the dalmatian puppy; strata nudged his hand. your eyes darted over as you watched rafe’s hand gently stroke the puppy’s head.

“well..it was nice to meet you rafe. but i have a tour to give today.” you said with a soft smile.

“uh wait! can i tag along. im supposed to do a little walkthrough with at least one section today.” you rose your eyebrows.

“uhh..yeah sure.” you nodded and then softly said goodbye to clark who was looking between you and rafe with a sly smile.

rafe nodded. and he pushed up his glasses again.

——

remember when you said that you hoped the middle schoolers weren’t going to be wild…they were.

as soon as they saw strata it was like everything went out the window. you took your tour group through each exhibit. carefully and meticulously explaining each and every time period with expertise.

you would catch rafe’s eyes as he watched you talk. it was like he was looking through a text book. trying to read you.

then there were times when you would stop walking to point out something to the group, and rafe would be looking at something else.

he was distracting you. god he was so tall..and annoyingly handsome. he knew how to clean up.

he was like a greek statue. carved and polished to perfection.

see..distracting.

you answered questions with great expertise, and sometimes the kids would ask really dumb ones that almost had you face palming.

a hand in the very back rose as you stopped in front of your favorite exhibit in the egyptian section.

“yes?”

“why did they place the bodies in sarcophagus and mummify them instead of burying them?”

it was rafe who asked the question and you cocked an eyebrow. he was smart enough to know the answer.

“because egyptians believed in life after death. they thought that the soul or as they called it the ka, ba, and akh. needed the physical body in order to return to within the afterlife. by burying the body would then decay; leaving the soul to be lost forever. and your question about the mummification. by being mummified it allows the body to be preserved for thousands of years.” you answered expertly but kept going, “the process of mummification keeps the body intact so then the soul could recognize the body and reunite.”

rafe tilted his head, his dog doing the same. you cocked an eyebrow and the kids murmured around you about the information. you liked that it awed them.

he opened his mouth to ask another question, “well why the sarcophagus?”

you sighed softly and gestured to the sarcophagi.

“the ancient egyptians put them in the sarcophagus because it provided extra protection from thieves and the elements. decorated by spells, names, and art. but in tombs the richer egyptians were placed in stone sarcophagi. which are usually in pyramids.” you said with a soft shrug.

“good question rafe.” you said with a soft smile.

what you didn’t know is that some of your coworkers saw the exchange. they all knew that there was a new guy, and now they put a face to a name. they ALSO noticed that you were with a group.

your coworkers spoke in hushed tones to each other:

“is that the new guy?”

“clark said she saw him…i think that’s him.”

“okay, so tell me why i think that y/n and the new guy would be cute together?”

“i can see it, i can see it.”

—

it was lunch now. the middle schoolers were all conversing with each other about what else they were hoping to see.

you had a soft smile on your face as you ate what you packed for your lunch. out of the corner of your eye you saw rafe sit down. strata at his side. the puppy was laid down; head on his paws.

“that was really interesting.” he spoke softly. his voice like river water over stones in a creek.

“you think so?” you asked.

“yeah. us as humans are interesting. the evolution of us throughout the ages within everything is fascinating.”

you’re soft smile turned into a beaming one, you blushed. he thought that what you were trying to teach these kids were interesting.

“i think me and you are gonna get along fine rafe.”

“i..uh. i think so too.”

your eyes took him all in again. putting him under a microscope, taking notes in your mental journal.

you watched him reach in his pocket, and he pulled out a treat. strata’s collar jingled softly as he sat up.

rafe held out the treat and you watched as the puppy licked from his palm and let out a soft bark.

“good boy strata.”

“he seems like he’s a good dog.”

“yeah. he’s doing pretty good today around all these people.”

you nodded in agreement.

“well, i gotta finish this tour. it was nice meeting you rafe. i’ll see you tomorrow yeah?”

rafe nodded, almost a little too fast. you watched as a little red tinged the tips of his ears and you smiled.

“welcome to the nerds club, rafe.” you said as you got up and threw your stuff away.

rafe watched as you took the large group of teens along. he wished he was able to talk to you longer.

“the nerds club…hmm.” his eyebrows furrowed.

then he himself got off the bench, “come on boy, let’s go.”

“i think we’re gonna like it here strata.” rafe spoke to his puppy as he tugged him along. he spoke like he was able to understand him. the puppy looked up and blinked at him, then his tongue lolled out as he panted softly.

—

as the day came to a close, you were with clark. no surprise.

“so…i heard that the new guy tagged along with you on your part of the tour.” her eyebrows wiggled.

“yes he did…he’s something.”

“alicia and thomas think you guys would be cute together. can’t say i disagree.” clark stated with a shit eating grin.

“we just met!”

“i didn’t hear a no!”

you ran a palm down your face, and shook your head. you loved your coworkers but dear lord.

“i think he’s cool. that’s it.” you said with a tone that said ‘i don’t want to talk about this anymore.’

clark held her hands up in mock surrender. “okay okay.”

but something in the back of your head lingered like smoke curling in soft tendrils in a room. you might have a tiny crush, but no one has to know that.

“so far, everyone loves him!” clark exclaimed

“he seems nice enough…i like his puppy.” you said as you looked over at her as you guys walked out of the museum.

“strata is so cute, i got to pet him on the way out!”

you smiled.

“he’ll fit in just fine.” you said to clark.

the museum looming behind you both as you walked to your cars. the thought of rafe lingering in your mind.

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HI GUYS!! THIS IS THE FIRST PART OF THIS AU!! i hope you guys love it!

im so grateful for all of you! love yall sm!!