#he is the sole cause for her getting therapy somehow

[lotus-duckies]

boboiboy: having a silly goofy time

ying: having a mental breakdown

[hughiecampbelle]

The Boys Preference: Being Spoiled

Requested: hi hi! good eve/mornin'! hope you're doing alright! May i request The Boys + Soldier Boy with rich!reader spoiling them (with expensive gifts & kisses) cause the Boys went through alot? reader isn't a supe (TBH, all of them need therapy)wild thing rich!reader did was they did not mention they were rich as heck and just didn't mind at all if it meant kinda.. helping the Boys out? you can delete this ask if this is a bit difficult to do!!! 💗 - @phoenixwrightsnokiacellphone

A/N: I hope you like it my love!!! Feedback is always appreciated 💕

Butcher loves being spoiled. He didn't grow up with a lot of money, and even life with Becca was tight when it came to expenses. When you bring him over to your apartment and he sees just how wealthy you are, he's all for being spoiled. He doesn't want a new wardrobe or fancy electronics. He wants big guns and weapons and tech that'll help them take down Homelander. He loves going to hotels for date nights and getting room service and relaxing with a massage. When you find out he's sick you immediately hire the best doctors in the world to prolong hid life as long as they're capable of. That annoys him a little, since he'd rather live in denial, but you care about him too much to watch him die. Because he is Butcher, at the end when he takes the virus he also takes quite a bit from your safe with cash, leaving the jewelry, so that he can make it to wherever he's going.

Hughie would be really uncomfortable at first. He wouldn't really put two and two together and thinks you're just spending way too much money on him. Once he realizes it's not as big a deal as he fears, he still isn't 100% okay with it. You reassure him so much that you want to do this, that you like doing it, that he deserves to be spoiled. But he didn't grow up with a lot of money and so he still freaks out a little when he sees the bill from dinner or a receipt from a shopping spree in which you bought The Boys all non-blood covered wardrobes. He might sneak a five or ten dollar bill into your wallet to "make up for it" of which you are way better at sneaking back into his wallet so he can get a coffee or a sweet treat if he wants. You love spoiling him and getting him the things he not only needs but wants. He's been through a lot. You feel like it's the least you can do.

Annie is also pretty uncomfortable at first. She doesn't want to make it a big deal, but her childhood and her dad leaving with her family's money makes her think you'll do the same. If she gets too comfortable, you might pull the rug out from under her and do the same. It takes a lot of reassurance, but eventually, she realizes you're not like him at all. She appreciates the funding for Starlight House and all the financial assistance you can offer. She'd rather you spoil her through her organization or with her friends rents than solely on her. Still, you find ways. She loves these chocolate covered strawberries from this one gourmet bakery in the city that (somehow) ends up on her desk occasionally without a note or anything. She loves them and you love her. It's a win win situation. And, of course, you take her on the occasional expensive dinner where the hill is no issue and you always get dessert.

M.M. makes it clear he doesn't want any of it. MAYBE the occasional fancy dinner at a place he could never afford, but he doesn't want it to become a regular thing. Marvin has a nice apartment and a relatively comfortable lifestyle for what he does. He doesn't want to be spoiled in any way and will go halves on just about everything as long as he is able to. You try to respect his wishes and only really spoil him on holidays with things he might not need, but he has been eyeing like a new watch or a bigger TV. He really doesn't love the idea of you spending a lot of him and, more often than not, sends you to his friends where you can give to the group rather than him personally. You never take offense, understanding where he's coming from.

Frenchie would love to be spoiled. He never was as a kid and had to he pretty crafty when he found himself in New York. He has absolutely no problem with a little spoiling. You definitely upgrade his lab and technology, not that he needs it, but rather because you want to. He could do anything with a paperclip and a rubber band if he wanted, but you want him to he able to work with everything as his disposal. Because you're willing to pay a pretty penny for just about anything, he's not shy asking for small stuff: new headphones to listen to music, a new phone after his was lost, etc. Big things like rent or things like that he makes sure you know he has handled. He definitely wants to spoil you back in the ways that he can, especially when it comes to food. He can make scraps into a five course meal with some time and a little creativity.

Kimiko isn't sure how to feel about it. She knows you want to spoil her and help her and her friends. She knows it wouldn't hurt to upgrade the hideout or the office. She isn't sure she deserves it, though. Of course her friends do. She could never stop you from doing for them, but she has a lot of doubts when it comes to her. She definitely doesn't like grand gestures. They freak her out too much. She likes small, intimate gifts and gestures, like a new pair of the latest headphones so her music has the best quality sound or a new pair of boots after hers get drenched in blood and never feel clean enough. She also loves getting body products like new bubble soaps and sugar scrubs. You start a little collection, so she has some to choose from. Knowing she smells nice and feels clean is a big way you spoil her.

Bonus! Soldier Boy has no issues being spoiled whatsoever. He loves it. At a time, he had more money than he knew what to do with. He'd throw huge parties and get all the best drugs and most expensive booze. Nothing was off limits. He might not have his money, but he has yours, and he intends to do the same thing. You love it. His parties are legendary, and you know the only one he's going to bed with at the end of the night is you. You spoil him in other ways, of course. You like seeing him get all dressed up in fancy suits and expensive clothes. And he loves a good steak. He's not one for small gifts, though. He doesn't want an expensive watch or the latest phone. He likes grand gestures instead, and you're more than willing to do that for him.

[the-head-ancho-chilli]

The Hashira and their Sense of Humor

Apologies for the hiatus! A lot has happened over the last couple of months and I'm finally getting some of them (somewhat) resolved through therapy and A LOT of patience with myself. So here's a post that I written back in October that brings me so much joy! Thank you all for your patience ^^

Word count: 2k~

Mitsuri Kanroji

You know those types of people who want to tell you a really funny story but they need to stop laughing first?

And they've been laughing for the past fifteen minutes?

Yeah that's Mitsuri

I'm not entirely sure what to categorize this either than comedic storytelling

She could probably be a standup comedian too, she has some good stories to tell

But Mitsuri is really in her element when when someone else is telling a mildly amusing story

She will just keep adding onto it to somehow make it even more funnier than it was originally intended

Misturi could make an inside joke between you guys too, she is the designated funny friend of the Hashira

I also feel like she sometimes makes self-deprecating jokes, but not on any serious topics

Like she enjoys poking fun at the fact that she's still single

For an example, Mitsuri and Shinobu could be making an order at a restaurant for lunch

By the time Mitsuri finishes her first round of food and hands the dishes to the waiter, she accidentally drops them causing all the plates and bowls to shatter all over the floor

She tries to help clean up but the staff insists that she shouldn't worry about it

Sitting back down with Shinobu, cheeks red from embarrassment, Mitsuri will crack an awkward smile and say "Yeah, this is why I'm still single!"

Obanai Iguro

Obanai is the most sarcastic motherfucker on this list

I feel like his number one policy is "Don't ask me stupid questions"

He's already annoyed like 70% of the time, just don't annoy him even more

But then again...

"Hey Obanai, did you lose this?" "No I was just playing hide and seek with an inanimate object for fun, YES I fucking dropped it"

"You look really tired, are you doing okay?" "Hell yeah, nothing says healthy like eye bags as dark as my hair"

"Can I pet your snake?" "Yeah you just gotta let him nibble you first but don't worry, he's only venomous"

Usually he's kinda rude about it but he does have his nice moments

"Hey Obanai, can you pass me that?" Obanai will just say no but hand and just hand it to you anyways

Some people just don't understand sarcasm all the time and that's when he kinda runs into some trouble

Obanai and Kyojuro were walking to a meeting together, but Obanai had forgotten his jacket AND haori

It was quite chilly outside too, so poor Obanai was shivering while trying to keep Kaburamaru warm

Kyojuro asked Obanai "My friend, winter is coming! Aren't you cold?"

Obanai deadpanned and said "Of course not, I'm just practicing my acting. Glad to see that my shivering is that convincing"

"How interesting! Maybe you should audition for a play at the theatre!"

Obanai's annoyance kept him warm for the rest of the day

Tengen Uzui

Quite an obvious statement, but Tengen’s humor mainly comprises of sex jokes and innuendos

The man has three wives, of course he would find that shit funny

Like he will be in the middle of a meeting, and everyone will line up to receive some gifts from Kagaya

He will say "Come in a straight line, my students"

Tengen will chuckle and say "That's what she said"

Tengen is also the type to be "gay with the homies" and loves to embarrass Sanemi and Obanai by making jokes about being in love or hooking up with them

He chooses specifically those two because it felt awkward to make the jokes to Gyomei

Tengen once spent forty-five minutes explaining to Kyojuro that he didn't actually want to buy him dinner after Kyojuro gave him a genuinely offended look to the highest degree

"How deceitful of you, Tengen"

He pretty much wrote off saying jokes like that to Kyojuro following that incident, but he really can't help himself sometimes

I don't think that Tengen solely has generic innuendos he uses on everyone, he likes testing what SPECIFIC category of sex jokes makes people uncomfortable

Like if Giyu goes to the bathroom, Tengen will saunter up with a finger gun on his chin and ask "Pissing all by yourself, handsome?"

Everyone is throwing their shoes at him

Sanemi Shinazugawa

Of course this sadistic bastard likes slapstick, what we’re you thinking?

He may be good at holding in a laugh, but you can still see that stupid smirk on his face if anyone stumbles

One time Tengen's six foot ass fell face first while running late to a meeting

Sanemi actually struggled to keep his composure that day, he had to bite his lips together to hide the uncontrollable grin on his face

People getting smacked upside the head, tripping others, people getting violently angry, Sanemi loves it all

He refuses to admit that Zenitsu is funny

Now a regular civilian is one thing, but children getting roughed up is another

there was a particular incident where Sanemi had come across some kids swinging on a tree branch near a market he occasionally visited

This week ass branch definitely didn't have the strength to hold up any of those kids

So Sanemi did what any sane person would, and stuck around to watch this disaster happen

Well unfortunately for this one child, the branch snapped mid-swing and fell right on their face

And there was Sanemi, a hand over his stomach from laughing at these dumb kids

He didn't even stop to help them or anything, just calmed down from laughing so hard and walked away to continue shopping

Shinobu Kocho

An absolute queen of insult humor

Even Sanemi can’t beat Shinobu at her best

Do you even think she would stick with the basic ass jokes? Of course not

She can be an absolute menace if she really wants to

Shinobu is just tired of everyone's shit, and she can get even more exhausted from putting on that smile nearly as much as Kyojuro

She just can't keep up

Which brings me to my main point, which is that Shinobu's funny side usually comes out in rants or vents with the people closest to her

She and Mitsuri both express their humor by storytelling, Shinobu's just originates more from anger an annoyance rather than an effort to be entertaining

Regardless of who Shinobu's around, everyone can tell that when she walks through the door with steam coming out of her ears, everyone's gonna be laughing their asses off

As anyone can agree if they've worked in any form of customer service, there are some days where you are so damn close to breaking your cool

When Tengen got placed in the Butterfly Estate's infirmary, Shinobu was actually going to kill a patient instead of saving them for once

Like this man was just demanding shit and teasing his friend left and right, and Aoi had never been so afraid of her mentor in her entire life

Aoi tried to calm her down, "Sticks and stones Shinobu, don't let him get to you!"

Tengen only snickered

Ooooo, she lost her shit

"Sticks and stones may break my bones but PLEASE. FUCK. OFF"

Angy Shinobu is best Shinobu

Kyojuro Rengoku

Look me in the eyes and tell me Kyojuro doesn’t like puns

I know you can't do it

He will howl with laughter nearly every time you tell him a pun

"Hey Kyo, you're never gonna believe it! Remember my friend with a bakery? Well it just burned down!"

At first he'll show genuine concern, politely shouting "How unfortunate!"

"Don't worry about it, his business is toast"

Give him a minute...

"Ahahaha! Good one!"

Not only does he like being told puns, but if he has a good opportunity to tell a well timed pun he will not stop giggling until he tells it

One time you, Tengen, Mitsuri, and Kyojuro were all trying to decide where to eat after a long day of work

At one point Tengen suggested hotpot, even offering to take you all to one that Makio and Suma liked

Kyojuro tried muffling his laughing, but his attention was redirected when you asked him what he thought of the idea

Finally able to cease his giggles, Kyojuro proudly shouted "SOUPER"

It doesn't matter if you find the joke funny or not, Kyojuro's laughter is so contagious that you're dying at the silly pun

What a fucking dork <3

Giyu Tomioka

If there was a form of comedy that’s applicable at any given moment, Giyu would use it on a daily basis

Luckily for him, Giyu discovered it very quicky and refuses to let the tactic go

That's right, Giyu is physically incapable of stopping himself from making a "your mom" joke

Everyone can blame Obanai for that one

Quite literally at any opportunity, Giyu will mutter the phrase under his breath

Unfortunately, because it has become such an unconscious thing for Giyu, this bad habit of his ends up kicking his ass at the worst of times

with all due respect to Giyu's efforts, it just makes him unintentionally funny

in an awkward way

Giyu visited one of his favourite restaurants on his day off, the waiter asked "Is there anything else you would like, sir?" after giving his order

Now Giyu didn't mean it, he really didn't

It just slipped out of his mouth so easily

"Your mom"

Let me tell you, the silence was absolutely deafening

After the two stared at each other in mutual confusion, Giyu just wordlessly left due to the sheer embarrassment and awkwardness he had caused

He tried to go back, truly, Giyu made the effort and walked through the door

But he made uncomfortable eye contact with that same waiter and walked out

He hasn't gone back to that restaurant since ;,)

Gyomei Himijima

I have already established in my Gyomei Headcannons post that Gyomei is the dad friend of the Hashira (go check out that post if you haven’t btw ^^)

So of course he's going to make dad jokes, everyone saw this coming

God forbid you ever complain around him, he will see it as an opportunity (usually)

"Man, I'm really hungry" Gyomei will hand you a bento box and say "Hi hungry, I'm prepared

He is THAT GUY that makes "I haven't seen you since last year!" jokes

Every single year without fail

Shockingly, Gyomei and Kyojuro will bond over their mutual love for super corny jokes

One time while training Genya, Gyomei asked him "Child, what is long and sticky?"

Genya paused his routine to think for a moment, slightly disturbed by the question

"I don't know what you- fresh mochi?" Gyomei shook his head

Genya made a claw gesture with his hands, knowing Gyomei couldn't see it

"No idea, what's long and sticky?"

Gyomei gave a small, sly smile before responding

"A stick, little one"

To be honest, Gyomei's jokes do annoy some of the Hashira whenever he makes them (mainly Shinobu, Obanai and Tengen)

Normally because he's so calm about it

Tengen usually is one to lose his temper over it though

"You really got a joke for about everything, huh?" "Indeed I do, Tengen. I even have one about construction"

Tengen's eye will twitch as he taunts Gyomei "Oh yeah? Well let's hear it then!"

"I'm afraid I can't, my friend. I'm still working on it"

Kyojuro's laugh echoes throughout the meeting as Tengen realizes he most definitely walked into that one

Muichiro Tokito

His sense of humor is weird

That’s all I have, anything that Muichiro finds funny is actually kinda strange

He does this thing where he will go in with a fistbump, but change it to a high five last second

Muichiro can do it the other way around too, but regardless it results in this silly fist-five thing that makes him chuckle

He's a little bit of a devious child so his sense of humor kinda comes from whatever will annoy the other Hashira

Sometimes he will sit in the middle of a meeting and just blow raspberries while spacing out a little

It annoys the fuck out of Sanemi and Obanai because Muichiro's spit gets EVERYWHERE

Even Giyu thinks that kid comes with his own splash zone

He's not one for pranks per say, but he likes reaping a bit of terror amongst the other Hashira

One time Muichiro stole Tengen's red eyeliner one weekend purely for entertainment

the next day when everyone showed up to the meeting, people got to witness a very distressed Tengen

Holding up Sanemi and Obanai midair by the collar of their shirts, Tengen interrogated the both of them where they hid his shockingly expensive liner

Of course no one would suspect the slobbering kid, who was inconspicuously blowing raspberries

Had anyone asked Muichiro if he saw Tengen's liner, Muichiro would turn to the fuming man and giggle

Secretly, Aoi is Muichiro's unknowing accomplice in these scenarios

"Here Aoi, could you hold this for a while?" "Uhh, sure? What is it for?" "Hmm? Oh nothing..."

Don't underestimate this little shit

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Hey y’all! Hope you liked this post, it was such a pleasure to write it ^^

I’m hoping that now I’ll be able to write more for this blog now that I have more time, and I have more posts lined up in the future :)

Ask box and requests are still open, just please read the rules before submitting anything!

[trollprincess]

So I was watching a TT where someone was pointing out the flaws in “Lilia’s sigil caused all the Multiverse of Madness trouble!” which he argued kept it from being worse. And I agree wholeheartedly, because good God …

1. If Wanda senses almost immediately that Billy’s out there, she’d go get him. So what happens to the Kaplans? Best case scenario, they find out their only child is dead and occupied by Billy’s soul, and he’s taken from them by Wanda. Worst case scenario? They’re not surviving that encounter.

2. Billy has gotten to spend the last three years in a perfectly normal family - going to school, growing up, meeting a nice boy. It’s hard to honestly believe that he would have gotten that if Wanda snatched him up as soon as he switched bodies and took him off to look for Tommy.

3. So let’s say she gets him back, restores his memories, helps him with his powers … and it’s still not enough. Wanda was NOT in a good place mentally, and I’m not sure actually FINDING the boys (because I’m pretty sure she would have located Tommy soon enough) would have been enough. They’re not in the right bodies, they might still somehow end up with memories of their lives as Billy Kaplan and [redacted in case of spoilers], and it might not be *enough* for her. And it might end up hurting the boys.

4. Wanda did a lot of messed-up shit in Westview alone, even before the events of Multiverse. Billy learned about it from the outside from Ralph and Agatha, and what happened to them. And while I love Wanda, what she did in Westview was wrong. And I’m not sure if that would have filtered to the boys through the lens of Wanda retelling it to them later on. I think both of them need to know it BEFORE they ever meet Wanda (provided she ever comes back). I firmly believe this season’s going to end with either a Tommy cameo or Billy meeting up with him, but I don’t believe Wanda will come back (just yet, anyway). And those boys need each other, and the outsider perspective of what she did, before she gets in touch with them. I’m sure they’ll meet Vision first in his series, which … good.

5. Honestly, Wanda needed therapy and antidepressants, not her kids back, and especially not under those conditions. Or with the Darkhold around. Imagine if Billy’s growing up with that thing in the house.

6. Lilia sees the future, and if she sees William/Billy’s possible future without the sigil and with Wanda able to find him and she still puts the sigil on him? What she must have seen was far worse than what happened.

7. Even if it was solely to protect William/Billy and damn all the other people Wanda would hurt, I don’t blame Lilia for putting the sigil on. William was thirteen, and Billy was even younger. Considering the way Wanda was acting at the time she slipped the sigil into William’s jacket, I’d want to protect him too.

I don’t know, it’s just the more I think about, Lilia had to have very good reasons for the sigil if the other *better* option was to let Wanda trample all over the Multiverse.

[maggoteatz]

LORE DUMP !!

hi hello it's been a while !!!!

today im gonna do a lore dump on Paper Bag :3

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so, as Paper Bag was younger ( around 14 to 17 ) she was always interested in the human mind and emotions. she was also a huge science nerd, and corrected every mistake anyone ever made. she did exceptionally well in school.

when she entered college ( at age 19 ) she had the goal to graduate with a bachelor's degree and master's degree in psychology, and also grabbed a degree in clinical laboratory science. she succeeded in getting her pursued degrees, and graduated at age 26.

so, still having an interest in the human mind, she set off to become a therapist. she did pretty well with her clients, providing good advice and treating about seven at the time. at one point, with the clients permission, she gathered all of her clients together for a group therapy session. it went pretty well, since most of them had similar situations and similar emotions. what they didn't know was that Paper Bag had given each of them a tea ( seems fine, right? ) and poisoned their drinks.

this was quite a monstrous action, considering that she had betrayed the trust with all of her clients. she was smart; she had made them feel as if they were in a safe space, and as easy as a snap of a finger, killed them. she gathered the bodies, taking them into her apartment and studying them for science. she only kept them for a short time, knowing that they would start stinking soon.

somehow she didn't get caught. this woman is too lucky.

she quit soon after, not getting anymore clients. growing bored with the human mind for a short while, she pursued a job in a lab. about 27 at the time, she interviewed for the lab, and got in quite quickly.

what she didn't know about this lab, though, was that some of her own family members had worked here. we'll get to that part later . . . *

the job went well for a good while, and her boss was quite nice. she looked up to him alot, actually, finding trust in his overall demeanor. anyways, Paper Bag began to start seeing things.. ghosts, possibly. they would whisper in the walls, telling her of great knowledge. Paper Bag thirsted for that knowledge, so she was going to get it.

Paper Bag studied the ghosts for a while, giving them the name Lost Cause. the ghost never revealed how they died, only mentioning that they had died in this lab. they did, indeed, give her a lot of information and knowledge.. but at the cost of her individuality and independence.

Paper Bag began to rely solely on Lost Cause for knowledge, trusting their every word.

one foul, foul day, Lost Cause helped Paper Bag bring about a new machine: a merging machine. it was brilliant; it would take in a few beings, and merge them together, all into a new creature. Lost Cause told Paper Bag to bring her boss over to look at it, and she did.

he admired it, finding it quite interesting. without Paper Bag noticing, he had entered the machine, and was about to get merged with many other people. Paper Bag, thrilled to test out her new machine, turned it on.. then she realized her boss was in there.

in a panic, she scrambled to turn it off, only to make it worse. looking for help and guidance, she searched for Lost Cause, only to find out they were gone. they had only used Paper Bag to kill her boss.. the one that had killed them. the boss was probably going to kill Paper Bag, too, because of her knowledge, but he obviously couldn't do it anymore. because he's dead-

after an agonizing moment that felt like it was in slow motion, a huge amalgamation broke through the merge machine, out for blood. it knew that Paper Bag was the one that created it.. so she was it's first victim. it lurched after her, testing down the laboratory as it went.

in a panic, Paper Bag reached for a lunch bag on the table, pulling it over her face in an attempt to hide herself. ..it worked. the creature only recognized her by her face, and now her face was hidden.

the creature, in a rage, crashed through the laboratory, still searching for Paper Bag. the laboratory was an absolute waste, leaving many killed. Lost Cause was still nowhere to be found.

Paper Bag, feeling empty and frightened, ran as fast as she could away from the lab, and into the woods. when she stopped running, she was quite a long way from the wasteland that had been a lab. in the woods, she happened to find a run-down wooden house, and took refuge in it.

eventually, she made the place look a bit better, and it became her home. by now, at age 28, she had lost her job. obviously. she didn't bother searching for another job; she really just stole scraps from the streets.

now, she always keeps her bag on, in absolute fear that the creature is still after her. in her new home, she just experiments on animals and humans she finds in alleys, fueling her thirst for science and blood. she has even gone to harming herself and others, just because it makes her feel better. and at some point, she even started a sexual situationship with a clown.. by the name of Bartwalomew. this is something that makes her feel slightly better, even though she sometimes feels guilty about it after.

she's at such a desperate point in life that she even creates her own friend. a plant.

this plant was named Virgo, created female, but transitioned into male. he is Paper Bag's moral support and helping hand. they also have genuine feelings for each other, and Virgo always comforts Paper Bag when he can. **

anyway, Paper Bag is still at this mental point where she feels as if she needs guidance.. and she finds it. she found Smiles. this is my friends character, by the way !! go check her out :3 @creatvrekeeper

ill leave my pookie to explain more about Smiles :3

but anyway, that's about where Paper Bag is at now. just a crazy maniac that needs a hug. and she still has a situationship with Bartwalomew, but she actually has genuine feelings for Virgo.

* Lost Cause ( the twins ) are related to Paper Bag. they're cousins. sadly, she doesn't know that. they can only haunt family members; that's why they chose Paper Bag.

** fun fact: Paper Bag did Virgo's top surgery !!

ALSO NO, I DONT HAVE A BIRTH NAME FOR PAPER BAG YET SHUSHH

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anyway. if you read this all; thank you, and i hope you liked it somewhat. i tried to make it interesting to read; i would've added more color, but doing color on mobile is quite difficult.

also! if any of y'all want a timeline.. you'll have to wait. SORRY-

ill release more info about each character as soon as i can, and if you want information on specific characters, don't be shy to ask :3

once again,

THANK YOU !! <3

[princess-of-the-corner]

I mean, discounting everything that lead up to and happened in Kuro Neko as Maribug telling Adrichat to fuck off bc she doesn't need him is a super one sided and kinda disingenuous look at it.

All of Maribugs choices are stemming from her trauma. Trauma from heroing in general, from events like Chat Blanc in specific that make her wary of her own partner, and the trauma Fu accidentally passed onto her with both his own paranoia and sacrificing himself right in front of her.

Just like all of Adrichats choices, to hide his actual feelings for the sake of someone who's love he's been taught he has to earn, are stemming from the trauma he got from the massively abusive childhood his parents subjected him to.

Trauma isn't logical, or rational, so of course neither of these unsupervised fourteen year olds with the weight of an entire city on their shoulders are making logical or rational decisions.

And bc their issues match up in just the wrong way, Maribug losing her mentor and getting a butt load more responsibility dumped solely in her lap by said mentor who taught her not to trust her partner drop kicked her into a spiral that she unintentionally dragged Adrichat into by virtue of them being partners and working so closely together.

Maribug became Guardian out of nowhere, due to a tragic event she held herself responsible for. She'd been taught for an unknown amount of time, but presumably a few months, by a man who had more than a century to get stuck within a paranoid rut, and trauma specifically centered around her partner gaining information.

So when even more responsibility is dumped on her and her alone by her paranoid mentor, she's been primed for months to lean away from the partner who she should have been taught to trust and who should have been treated like her equal by their mentor from the start.

And Maribug leaning away from him unknowingly triggered Adrichat's own issues. He felt unheard and unnecessary as a hero and partner, just like he commonly felt at home with his parents abusive parenting styles, but bc he's been trained his whole life to bottle up his issues and be seen and not heard, that's what he tries to do with Ladybug.

And even though the actions Adrichat takes are more passive and quiet, verses Maribugs more active ones, they do just as much to aggravate both of their issues even further.

Maribug can't change her harmful behaviors if Adrichat is actively bottling up and hiding the pain she's causing from her, which meant she just pulled away from him even more without realizing how she was making him feel until he just quit, possibly seeming to her like it was a bit out of the blue, and actively adding onto the massive workload she's already been saddled with.

And these aren't issued that either of them should be expected to somehow get a handle on and get over and fix all by themselves at the age of fourteen.

Honestly Adrichat and Maribug just need one single, solitary adult in their lives who gives a shit about them and actually teach them to communicate and also get them into therapy.

Anyway, tl;dr, fuck the Guardians and Su Han in particular bc so much of this stems from their abusive ways of teaching that kicked off literally everything in the series and started the cycle of paranoia Maribug (and by extension everyone in her life, hero or civilian) is the latest victim of

Oh yeah no it's.

I totally get why they're both like that and don't think she was doing it just callously.

It's. It's basically how I write the Chloé/Sabrina cycle Up of trauma in HC/LL. They're a match made in hell because their trauma responses feed into one another.

Marinette's trauma response is to clam up and take on all responsibility herself, shoving away anyone who wants to help. Adrien's trauma response is to pretend things are fine and do whatever he can to please the people he cares about.

Which means that unless acted on by a third party, they're going to keep circling and getting worse

[daringdoombringer]

Got bored and made this, now that I have a decent amount of Ocs now. Is this just an excuse to summarize their backstories? Yea probably. One things for certain I am FAR NICER to my Ocs than a lot of people. They are my children and they deserve happiness goddamit.

Tier One: Moderate to Typical Oc Trauma/yea you need therapy after that you’re ✨messed up✨ now

Matthew Fencer: Originally made solely as a protagonist for an MCYT horror game thing before evolving into his own character (and the “AU” evolved into its own thing/story/timeline whatever) so yeah I’d say he’s been through some crap. Mofo had SIX very angry people-turned-monsters trying to kill him cause they weren’t happy he was entering their town without permission (actually, at all). He didn’t even enter on purpose he was just kinda SCP-spacial-anomalied in there by chaos magic from several miles away while he was tryna take a walk poor guy. Bro needed a lot of therapy after risking his life to break a curse. But he did (kinda) make a friend during that whole fiasco and he has a wonderful girlfriend who was glad to see him alive after he went missing so ✨yippie✨ happy ending

Anchihiro.ExE: Was a human until Sonic.ExE/Xenophae killed them and now it’s a disembodied soul trapped in a Sonic ROM hack they shouldn’t have clicked on that’s floating around the internet. Idk how it would get therapy at this point since it’s yaknow… DEAD. (I still have the Gacha edit thing I made of their death for a video last summer. There is so much blood.) Pretty sure I did Anchihiro the most dirty out of everyone since they’re the only one who actually dies. Not to mention they are somehow trapped with the fucker who killed it in the first place (who is trying to gather human souls so they can become powerful enough to leave the video game realm) so yeah imagine being stuck with your sworn enemy in a video game for all eternity #skillissue At least it’s befriended Fleetway and Tails Doll so they’re not entirely alone????

Cyroblast: Was an elven soldier sent to the Frozen Wastelands of Vesh to find a treasure, got badly wounded and JUST ABOUT froze to death until King Pen found him and managed to revive him with Mind Magic. Now he’s half Undead and often wondering if he should even be alive. Also he’s realizing the king he worked for is actually an a-hole and wouldn’t have cared if the entire squadron died, he just wanted the treasure that probs don’t even exist. And did I mention his nose and mouth are just g o n e? (the head I used in Imaginators didn’t have em and it worked it’s way into his drawn design :P) But hey, he’s great with a blizzard bazooka and made plenty of awesome friends at the Academy who are there to help him, so I’d say he’s alright.

Raystrike: Hers isn’t even as bad as these other three she just had a strict/kinda mean family and now she has really low self esteem because of that. She did meet a bisexual fire spirt (Spellfire) who’s just as confused about the world as she is and they’re gay now along with Mysticat being like the genuinely supportive parent she never got so ✨yayyyy✨ she’s healing we love that

Tier Two: you had like one or two milder things happen you’ll be alright

Foreclash: Bro just got teleported into a cave while trying to get the vortex at Shellmont Shores under control, and was stuck there for I think a week before Starcast found them. Other than maybe some mild claustrophobia/homesickness he’s fine.

Shield Shocker: just daddy issues lol. He just hates the fact his father (a very powerful tornado dragon) is evil and wants to spite him. The dad also plays a role with Cool Factor but we’ll get to that in a moment.

Shade Ace: found a weird spell in a book and it cursed them/turned them into an undead lizardy thingy don’t do necromancy kids

Mecha Quad: His workshop was attacked by Greeble air barons and he lost his legs. He should’ve died but he was like PEACE WAS NEVER AN OPTION and he built himself a new set of cyborg legs, tracked down the baron base and beat all their asses. Bro death/giving up could’ve been a one-way street but you somehow did a u-turn you go dude✨✨✨

Tier Three: no trauma, you’re good👍

I’m just gonna stick Cool Factor’s summary here cause something did happen to him but it wasn’t necessarily bad for him or anything. The curse Shield Shocker’s dad put on him just caused him to be part dragon and have his dry ice powers/magic and he was like “oh hey this is cool :D” Cool Factor and Shield Shocker did have a V E R Y awkward conversation about it (cause none of Factor’s family really told him about it) so other than MAYBE a mini epiphany he’s completely fine.

And uh everyone else didn’t really have anything major happen: Spellfire’s just glad to have a physical form (and an awesome girlfriend), Trick Black bamboozled Count Moneybone cause they didn’t wanna join him, Heat Stroke helped Freeze Blade and Doom Stone destroy some Evilizers, Spring Bloom was accidentally created after Hoot Loop zapped a tree, and Ground Pound has barely even been brainstormed yet. But yeah that’s everybody, I love them all✨✨✨✨✨

OH AND ONE MORE THING SHIELD SHOCKER AND SHADE ACE ARE GAY

[allegra-writes]

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#5

*sigh* so it’s that time again…could really use your fluff superpower 💞 no pressure though, I could always go back and re-read your masterlist

NEVER!! If my baby needs fluff, then fluff my baby shall have! This might be a bit bad cause I'm running a fever right now so... Bear with me😂

Anyway, here, have a little fluffy blurb that can be read as Alina x Darkling or Reader x Darkling depending on your mood.

"Grisha don't get sick"

He was a pitiful sight. He truly was: chest heaving, cheeks rosy with the unhealthy crimson of fever, alabaster skin paler than usual, on his hands and knees on the palace floor, no doubt after having lost his balance, but, somehow, I couldn't bring myself to pity him.

"I hope now you listen to me, and finally go to bed" I scolded, stopping right on front of him, hands on my hips. He looked up at me with glossy unfocused eyes,

"You sound like Baghra" He accused, making me roll my eyes.

"Well, if you were half a stubborn as a child as you are when you're sick, I think I can empathize with her"

"I'm not sick" He insisted, petulantly, even tho he was letting me support most of his weight as I helped him get up, "Grisha don't get sick"

"Fine. Poisoned, then. Obviously, someone slipped you something, a mysterious new chemical that makes you manifest every single symptom of the Flu, designed solely for you, since none of our tasters seems affect by this poison" I snorted, bending under his weight. It was obvious we weren't going to make it into his bedchambers, so I changed course, setting on the nearest guest room, that luckily was only a few feet away.

He mumbled something that sounded suspiciously like "damn right" into my hair, his -way too hot- breath sending shivers down my traitorous body, that forgot to be annoyed at him.

Finally reaching the bed, I tried to untangle from him and drop him on it, but he held onto me, making us both fall on the mattress.

"Well, well, well... If this was the reason you wanted so bad to get me into a bed, my darling wife, you needed only ask" The seductive effect of his smirk was completely ruined by the coughing fit that started shaking his body even before the last word was able to leave his mouth. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes yet again, instead getting up and away from him, despite his whining. He called my name, the genuine panic in his voice making me turn before reaching the door.

"Wait! Don't... Don't leave me, please!" He sounded so small, so vulnerable and unsure, I couldn't help but melt a little: There he was, the second most powerful Grisha in the whole world (the first being myself), the stoic, powerful Starless Saint who instilled fear in the hearts of our enemies and allies alike, reduced to a frightened, needy mess by a simple illness that hadn't been lethal in well over a century. Not to mention, he was actually immortal.

I shook my head. Men, they were all the same.

He pouted, misunderstanding my gesture.

"I'm not leaving, I'm just calling for a maid to bring us the tea the healers made"

"The healers already made the tea?"

"Yes, you might be in denial but luckily for you, your wife wasn't. The kitchens are already fully stocked with herbal tea, and chicken soup"

"And ice cream? For my sore throat?" He ventured, hopefully. By now, Ravka's eternal tsar's sweet tooth was the kingdom's worst kept secret.

"Yes, and Ice cream"

His replying smile was nothing short of beatific.

"Now, be a good boy, and stay there until I come back. Choose a movie for us to watch together, just-"

"No dramas" He smiled, trying to nod, but aborting the mission when the room started spinning around.

"No tragedies" I confirmed, practically sprinting out of the room, already in a hurry to get back to him as soon as possible. No, no tragedies, I thought. Only fluff, and happy endings for us. Forever.

565 notes • Posted 2021-05-16 22:39:40 GMT

#4

What do you think of a married darkling one shot where his wife is completely indifferent to his feelings/affair with Alina? Like she’s a Second army soldier first and is willing to put the grisha ahead of her feelings and marriage.

I'm thinking I could give it a (one) shot *ba dum tsk* I'm sorry please don't hate me

"Plan B"

Aleksander Morozova x Reader

General audiences

Warnings: Angst but like, not really

Alina was on fire. Her lungs were aflamed, her legs burning with strain, but she kept on running, she had to: she wasn't safe, wasn't going to be safe until she was outside of the palace grounds, outside of the city. Hell, probably outside of Ravka.

Somewhere in the back of her mind, she realized her eyes where burning too.

He had lied to her. He had lied to her since the very beginning, and she had believed him, had let herself be swept away by gifts, and romantic ride dates and pretty words and soulful looks. Baghra's words resonated in her head "He's had centuries to master lying to naive girls"

A sob broke through her chest, the tears finally flowing free, obscuring her vision. She was almost blind in the darkness of the forest, so it shouldn't have come as a surprise when she slammed into something hard and huge and was sent careening to the ground.

"Alina?"

"Mal!"

"Alina?" The second voice was a little harder to place, her eyes straining a little to see the features of the person it belonged to, until she finally recognized you.

"Y/N?" Alina took in your plain clothes, your winter boots, your traveling cape. Her mouth fell open in shock, was this why you had missed the fete? People had notice your absence, of course, and most were saying the reason for it was jealousy, that you were too bitter to stand there while the world watched Alina perform. Now she was starting to suspect different. "You're not wearing your keftka"

"Neither are you" You noted, stepping closer, and even in the dark Alina could see your gaunt, hollowed face, the bags under your eyes that looked too heavy to be just a day old. Genya must have helped you hide them, back at the little palace, but now you didn't need to keep your strong facade anymore.

Alina didn't know what to say. How many times had your suffering brought a smile to her face? She felt sick to her stomach remembering the dark satisfaction she had found in every new bit of gossip. The pleasure she had felt the morning Genya had presented her with a black keftka, the very next day after you had stopped wearing yours. The twisted joy when she woke up to a palace buzzing with rumours about you having moved out of the chambers next to the general's, the ones that had always been reserved for his personal heartrender but everyone knew what they really were for...

She felt her cheeks flush in embarrassment as she confessed,

"He-... He lied to me" There was no need to clarify, there was only one man in the world she could be talking about.

"Yeah, he has a habit of doing that" Your voice was a weak murmur breaking a little at the end, and Alina felt a new pang of guilt hit her chest. She had hated you so much, when you had never been anything but polite to her, despite everything. Because you had never, ever done anything at all to deserve her animosity, other than being the lover of the man she had a stupid schoolgirl crush on.

Now she realized you both had been his victims.

"Not that I'm not all for reunions," Mal's voice made the both of you jump slightly. Had she really forgotten he was there? "But we'd do best to keep moving"

Mal, loyal Mal, pragmatic Mal, pushing all of his questions and feelings and thoughts aside until the task was done, until the three of you could find some shelter or some safe hideout... He didn't wait for your reply before starting to walk again, and you both followed him in silence for a couple of minutes, until Alina's brain decided to catch up with the bizarreness of the situation of having her childhood friend from Keramzin and her not-really-nemesis from the little palace and the darkling's second in command running away together.

But Alina wasn't as stoic as Mal. She voiced her thoughts,

"What are you doing together?"

You opened your mouth to reply but Mal beated you to it.

"She saved my life," He surprised her saying, "back at that old hag's hut"

"Baghra?"

You nodded.

"... How?"

"I never trusted the woman," You admitted without a trace of shame, "but lately, she has been behaving even weirder than usual, so I kept an eye on her cause I was convinced she was going to try something at the winter fete, while everyone was distracted. I mean," You gestured a little awkwardly to your peasant clothes, "It's what I would do, ehrm, did... Anyway, I saw Olga guiding him and another first army soldier to her hut, and then I saw Baghra attack them"

It still didn't answer why you had saved him, an otkazat'sya, when you were the general's second in command...

Alina only realized she had spoken out loud when Mal stopped dead in front of you and Alina almost crashed into his back.

"Wait, you are The Heartrender? The Darkling's Heartrender? The Serdtseyedka?"

Alina understood Mal's astonishment, you had a fearsome reputation: The stone-cold beauty that rode in the night alongside the Black General, glowing in the moonlight, stopping the hearts of entire garrisons with the flick of a wrist. But in front of them, there was just a girl, an ordinary looking girl with a tired demeanor and slightly slouched shoulders and the sallow complexion of someone who had spent days crying, that not even the glow the use of grisha powers could totally erase.

"I'm not the general's anything" You snapped, "Not anymore"

Alina nodded her confirmation at Mal. If he saw, he ignored her,

"Why did you save me?"

"When Olga announced you, I recognized your named" You sighed, "from the letters the general keeps at his desk in a locked drawer"

Alina gasped, a new dagger of pain finding its way into her chest. Her letters, of course he had intercepted them. Just when she didn't think he could be any worse, a new betrayal proved exactly how evil Aleksander really was.

"I don't know why Baghra wants you dead, though"

Mal rubbed his face with his hands, cursing the moment he had decided to take on the assignment,

"The stag. It has to be about the stag..."

You blanched,

"Wait, you found the stag? Morozova's stag?"

"Wait, what do you know about the stag?" Alina demanded.

"I-... I thought he had lost his mind" You explained, almost sheepishly, "That stag is a myth, a fairy tale!" You shook your head, regretful, "I should have known better, now all of us are in danger. Hell, the whole world is in danger! Alina, he wants your power! He plans to use the stag to control you!"

"I know, Baghra told me"

"Baghra? But then why would she-" Understanding dawned in your face, "Oh, saints! I saved the only chance Aleksander has at finding the stag..." You swore colourfully, very very colourfully. Enough for Mal's face to illuminate with amusement. Alina felt a faint stab of familiar jealousy at having the object of her affections show you attention, but she pushed it away. Now it was not the time, and you were too much of a powerful ally to reject. With you and Mal an an amplifier, she might actually stand a chance against the darkling...

For the first time in what felt like forever, she felt a glimmer of hope, and it felt as warm as her light.

She straightened, squaring her shoulders with resolve,

"Not if we find it first..."

***

The general was pacing his war room, shadows licking at his hills, eyes shinning with murderous intent. Ivan did not want to be the one to deliver these new set of news to him, not when he was already so... Upset. But the thought of leaving Fedyor do it was unacceptable, even if he was your personal heartrender/bodyguard. In the state he was in, Ivan knew being met with the cut after informing his boss of the new development was entirely within the realm of possibility, and leaving his husband be the one to face that was simply unthinkable.

He took a deep breath, steeling himself, before clearing his throat,

"Moy sovereingy?"

General Kirigan stopped in his tracks, turning to face him.

"Yes, Ivan? Do you have any news for me?" His tone was deceivingly calm, but Ivan knew better. He could hear his galloping heart after all.

Ivan gulped. He couldn't do this, oh saints help him, he couldn't!

"Well??" The general promoted, impatient.

Ivan opened his mouth, trying to get his tongue to work, the words to come out.

They wouldn't.

Kirigan huffed,

"If you're just going to stand there, gaping like a fish-"

"She's gone" He blurted out.

The general closed his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose in a clear effort not to kill his second best heartrender,

"Yes, I know miss Starkov-"

"Not her, sir. Y/N- lady Kirigan, your wife" Oh, great, now his mouth refused to stop, "She's not in her chambers"

The general froze.

"Ivan..." He started, slowly, as if he already knew the answer but refused to believe it, "If you mean the ones outside that door" He pointed at his left, to the double doors that led to the suite you had occupied for decades, "she vacated them last month..."

Please, say you mean those chambers, the plea hanged in the air between them. Ivan shook his head, mournfully.

"No, sir. Her chambers in the corporalki pavillion"

Aleksander felt his heart stop inside his chest, and he had to look at Ivan's hands to confirm that no, it wasn't the sullen heartrender's doing.

No. It couldn't be. You weren't gone. You couldn't be gone.

"Was she-"

Ivan shook his head again, interrupting him,

"No, sir. Some of her things are gone. She seems to have left by her own means"

In a blink, Aleksander was already halfway across the palace, marching into the corporalki wing, ignoring the curious looks of his grisha as he bursted through the doors of your new bedroom.

He was almost knocked back by your familiar scent, raspberry and peppercorn and something else, something peculiar and coppery and alive all corporalki seemed to have. The smell of the life force at the heart of the making of the world.

He almost wept at the sight of the magnificent kefta he had had made just for you, decadent velvet in blood red at the shoulders that gradually darkened until it finally pooled into the richest black at your feet, because if you refused to wear his colour, he would find a way to compromise, laying unused on your bed. You hadn't even made an appearance at the fete, he already knew that, his eyes had searched for you the entire night.

He had been so in edge, impatiently waiting for you to show up, he had almost snapped at Alina, having confused the room's sudden silence as a sign of your entrance. It had been almost impossible to push down his disappointment, he hadn't even been able to look at Alina as he said to her the compliment he had practiced all day to make to you.

Meanwhile, you had been making your escape.

He cursed the saints and himself, he should have seen it coming, the signs had all been there, you had been pulling away from him for months. You had abandoned his quarters, stopped wearing his colours, stopped going riding with him, avoided him at the halls of the palace, regarded him coldly at the dinning room, even when he started making an effort to show up to dinner almost every night, just to spend a few minutes with you.

And like a fool, he had believe you, time and time again, when you had reassured him after every new public rejection of your relationship that it meant nothing, that you loved him, that it was all to help him in his plan to woo the sun summoner and get her to fall for him.

Yet now you were gone, and he couldn't understand-

You couldn't have believed he actually loved Alina, could you? How, when you could hear his breath hitch every time he laid eyes on you, when you could feel his heart making summersaults inside his chest every time you touched him? And he wasn't quite sure how, but he knew you had to be able to see the sparks flying behind his eyelids every time he kissed you, the fireworks every time he made love to you, coming undone for you every time you called him yours, every time you repeated the single word vow that had tied your fates together almost a century ago: Forever.

No, you couldn't have left him.

He went through your closet, your vanity, your desk... He was right, something wasn't adding up: You had taken your jewels, but had left a whole bag of gold coins right there, had left your keftka but taken your equally easily identifiable cape, had left your signet ring but taken your silver and iridium wedding armband.

He could have hit his forehead with his palm, if the gesture hadn't been so completely undignified: Of course! It was so simple! The coins would have been untraceable, but the jewels would leave a trace, a very expensive trail of breadcrumbs for him to follow. And you might not be wearing your keftka, but your midnight coloured cape was still so eye catching, so conspicuous, so obviously grisha. And there were only two grishas in the whole of Ravka allowed to wear that colour.

You may had run, but you wanted him to follow, you wanted him to find you-

His epiphany was rudely interrupted by Ivan and Fedyor, dragging a bruised Oprichnik into the room and throwing her unceremoniously at his feet.

"What is the meaning of this?" He demanded. It was Fedyor the one to step up this time.

"Sir, she was found unconscious in the palace grounds, claims to have had a confrontation with Commander Y/L/N. Apparently, she was the last to see her"

It was as if a switch had been turn, and suddenly Aleksander was all general again, glaring at the blonde soldier on the floor down his nose.

"I find this hard to believe" He said, "if you had truly faced the commander, you wouldn't be alive"

"I know, moi sovereiny" She muttered, not daring to meet his eyes, "She said she only let me live because she had a message she needed me to deliver to you"

"Did she, now?" He quirked an eyebrow, suddenly feeling much more relaxed than he had been only two minutes ago. It was much more easier to find your dramatic antics amusing, now that understanding had replaced fear and desperation "And what message do you have for me, corporal?"

Olga fidgeted on the floor, unable to meet his gaze, muttering some incomprehensible gibberish under her breath.

"I'm sorry" The general's voice was dangerously soft, "I didn't quite catch that..."

"She said to tell you "I told you so"" Olga repeated more firmly, clearly wishing to have any other words to say to him than those, undoubtedly afraid she was going to be the one punished for your insolence.

But Aleksander only rolled his eyes in exasperation. He didn't need any further explanation, he had had the very same argument with you for months, with you taking every chance you got to tell him how idiotic his masterplan was, and how it would spectacularly blow up in his face sooner rather than later.

He internally counted to ten, mustering all of his patience I order not to kill the messenger, before exhaling,

"Anything else?"

Olga hesitated. Ivan pushed her with his foot, Aleksander making a mental note to have a talk about encouraging methods with him later.

"She also said to tell you that, luckily for all of us, she always has a plan B..."

Aleksander had to smile at that. Of course, that was what you were doing, he didn't know why he was even surprised. There was a reason you were his second in command, after all, you weren't only a beautiful face or one of the most powerful grisha he had ever met: you were also a formidable strategist, often a step ahead even of him.

All of at once, it was made clear to him exactly what you had been doing all these months of putting distance between them in public, and now running away on the very same night the sun summoner had disappeared, which coincidentally happened to be the same night the tracker had showed up with information about Morozova's stag...

He realized with a start that he knew exactly where you and Alina were heading.

"Ivan," He ordered the faithful heartrender, "Select a handful of our best grisha for a secret mission and prepare my carriage, we are leaving at dawn. Oh! And get David, he's coming with us"

"Kostyk, sir?" Ivan frowned in confusion, what could the shy durast possibly be doing in a mission?

"Yes, we will be needing a fabrikator" Aleksander declared for all explanation, "and make sure he wears his winter keftka. We are going to Tsibeya"

567 notes • Posted 2021-08-07 03:16:07 GMT

#3

"On the balcony"

Tom Hiddleston x Reader

NSFW

Warnings: Smut, semi-public sex.

"You're perfect, and everything in between

Keep moaning, 'cause we're making a scene

Keep going, until they tell us to leave"

Notice me - Role Model

"Oh, god…"

"Shhh" His hot breath on the back of your thighs sent shivers down your spine, "You have to be very quiet, princess. Can you do that for daddy?" 

You nodded your head, not realizing he wouldn't be able to see it. You were too far gone to use words anyway, too drunk on the heady cocktail of adrenaline and desire, too drunk on him.

On his big, calloused hands trailing caresses up and down your naked legs, slipping under your dress, pushing it up and up, over your ass, bunching it at your waist. On his lips, his teeth, kissing, sucking, and nibbling at the pliant flesh of your cheeks. 

On his wicked tongue, wet and hot even through the lace of your gossamer-thin underwear, that you had picked out just for him, and now he was taking great pleasure in ruining.

"Tom…"

Your soft sigh was almost imperceptible, you couldn't even hear it over the pounding of your own heart inside your chest. But of course he heard it. His tongue left you, but you didn't have time to complain before one of his long, dexterous fingers tugged your underwear to the side, toying briefly with your clit only to ghost over your entrance a second later, teasing you but never penetrating you. 

He felt your sharp inhale, no doubt about to whine or complain, but you caught yourself in time. It was worth it, if only to feel his lips trail kisses up your naked back as he stood up to tower over you. 

"Very good, baby" He breathed, husky, against your ear as you managed to keep perfectly still while he buried two fingers as far as they would go into your soft, velvety heat. "Just like that… nice and quiet. Prove to me that you can be a good girl taking my fingers in silent, and maybe… maybe I'll let you have my cock" 

It was an empty threat, you knew that by now. If you were to break and moan, whine, or even cry out, he would just slap his hand over your lips, muffling the sounds as he bent you over the railing, fucking you hard and fast in punishment. Good girl or not, there was no way you were leaving that balcony without christening it the same way you had done every other room, piece of furniture or surface, horizontal or otherwise, in that, your new house. Your safe haven. Your sanctuary. The little piece of paradise he had built just for the two of you. 

No, you knew he would never follow through, but that wasn't the point. The point was that you liked the praise. You liked being his princess, his angel, his good girl, as he did bad bad things to you. And Tom was quite aware of that. He loved seeing you bending over backwards to please him, to cater to his every whim, to obey his every arbitrary rule as he made it increasingly impossible for you. 

It was absolutely perfect, you were absolutely perfect. 

"Yeah… Just like that… such an obedient little thing…" Tom savored the effect his words had on you, your walls delicate squeezing his big fingers, the new wave of wetness falling on his palm like sweet ambrosia, like candy; you tasted just as sweet. A part of him wanted to keep playing with you, to drive you crazy, torture you until you begged for him to take you, debase you in the filthiest, lowest of ways you could think of.

But another, more powerful part, hungered for you, needed you even more than you wanted him. It had for the whole night, ever since you stepped into the garden in that shimmery, backless blue dress, designed with the sole purpose of testing his sanity. 

So far, it was a losing battle. 

The cacophony of music and party sounds downstairs drowned the sound of his zipper and belt buckle being undone, so you didn't realize what was happening until he was sliding his thick cock inside you in one long, slow and controlled stroke. 

"Fuck," your boyfriend broke his own rule, cursing out loud as he bottomed out, "you feel so good… being inside you is pure heaven" 

Understatement of the decade. There was a hunger, an ache in him whenever he was as much as six feet away from him. A heartbreaking longing that could only be fixed by having you like that, in his arms and all around him.

"You feel-ah… You feel amazing too" 

You could practically hear the smile in his voice as he started moving, unhurriedly but harsh. Deep and measured.

"Really now?" 

A sigh was the only reply you could munster, eyelids falling shut by their own accord, head falling back in pleasure.

"No no." He tsked, "Don't close your eyes… look at them" 

You did as he said, trying your best to focus on the housewarming party still going strong in the garden. On your family and friends, blissfully ignorant of what was going on above their heads. 

"All it would take is for just one of them to look up…"

There was no disguising the shiver that shook your body from head to toe at his words. You felt his dark chuckle against your back,

"Oh, but you would like that, wouldn't you? Them seeing us… I would like too," he confessed, "you look positively stunning when I fuck you"

He licked your ear, from lobe to top, and you swore you tasted blood, from how hard you were biting your lip.

"And no one… absolutely not anyone, can fuck you like I do, can they?" 

You shook your head. But he wanted more.

"Use your words, angel"

It was a trap. Of course it was, cause as soon as you opened your mouth, you felt his fingers dig into your hips for leverage, as he started thrusting brutally, his cock splitting you open in the best of ways. Your lips parted in a silent scream.

"I asked you… a question… princess" Tom demanded, punctuating every word with a hard, almost cruel stroke.

"Ah… yes…" you gasped, "yes, daddy. No one… never…" 

"Look at you, so obedient" He praised, "I think you deserve a reward… you deserve daddy's come"

"Oh god, yes" You almost came right there and then, your walls fluttering uncontrollably around his thick shaft, almost driving him to a climax of his own. 

"Ask me nicely, then" he commanded, his movements becoming erratic, "ask daddy nicely to fill you with his come…"

"Please, daddy, fill me with your come" You half murmured, half whined, not even concerned about the volume of your voice anymore. You needed it, you were so close, you could almost taste your release. And you wanted him to come undone with you.

"Take my come, princess… and come with me" 

You did, burying your screams against his palm, just as he buried his against your shoulder, no doubt leaving a mark. 

Tom pulled out of you, fixing your dress before taking into his arms, stepping inside the room, so you both could collapse on the king size bed.

"That was…"

"Absolutely amazing" he finished, once he could catch enough breath to talk again, "just like you, my angel" he brought your hand to his lips, placing sweet, reverent kisses on each of your knuckles.

"No. Just like you… Tom, you're a dream come true"

His replying simile was nothing short of breathtaking. It never failed to marvel him, the fact that you loved him back. The fact that you were his, such a wild and free creature surely ought to be elusive. But you had willingly let yourself be caught by him, and far from feeling trapped, you had actually liberated him. It wasn't the first time you had done something like that: You had let him fuck you on the back of a limousine, finger you under the table at the Met gala, sneaked your hand down his pants on the dancefloor… The list went on and on. 

He felt even more free with you than when he was a bachelor. 

For so long he had run away from commitment, from love. Now all he wanted was everybody to know he was yours and yours alone. 

Just like you were his.

"We should probably get back to the party before they start wondering where we disappeared to…" 

This time, he was the one letting out a bratty whine,

"I know… I don't want to, but I know"

"Do you think anyone saw us?"

Your boyfriend shook his head,

"The balcony is too dark, and the music is too loud, so I honestly doubt it" 

You breathed out in relief.

"Ok. Let me just grab a jacket and we'll go downstairs"

Tom frowned,

"Why? It's a very hot night… are you feeling alright?"

"I am, don't worry" his concern made you smile, "It's just someone left a hickey on my shoulder…" 

Far from looking guilty, a mischievous glint illuminated Tom's icy blues.

"Don't cover it" It wasn't a request. You were ashamed at the weakness of your knees in response to his dominant tone: he had just fucked you, you couldn't possibly be horny again. He was turning you into a nymphomaniac.

"No?"

"No" He confirmed. They might not have seen him taking you, right there under (or above) their very noses…

But they sure as hell would know what you just did. 

891 notes • Posted 2021-02-17 20:46:52 GMT

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Am I too late for the birthday blurbs? I just wanted to ask for something angsty or maybe smuty or both with season 2 Billy and Reader, where she knows he is evil but can't help to still feel attracted to him? Thank you so much in advance

This got completely out of control, and I'm sorry it took this long but I just couldn't make this story shorter or let it go.

The author regrets NOTHING.

"Hopeless romantic"

Billy Russo x Reader

NSFW

Warnings: Smut, knife play, gun play (mention), bondage, dub-con, creampie, kidnapping.

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"Cause I'm a hopeless romantic

When I should run for my life

Honey, I don't understand it

'Cause it's magic, but it's tragic

I know you're gonna eat me alive"

"Hopeless romantic" - Michelle Branch

The scream died in your throat even before his hand came up against your mouth to drown it, the crisp, expensive smell of his cologne giving away the identity of the intruder inside your darkened apartment even before he spoke.

"Shhh baby girl" Billy Russo breathed hot against your ear, "it's just me…"

"Yeah, that is exactly why I should scream" you countered, yet your voice was barely above a whisper. Yet you did nothing to step away from his embrace, even as his knife left your neck to toy with the straps of your flowery dress, the same one Maria had gifted you, all those years ago. 

The arm around your waist tightened, pressing you against Billy's front, so you could clearly feel his need, hard as nails, against your lower back. You bit your lip to keep the moan inside.

"Aw, I promise you baby," he cooed, puncturing his words with a long, filthy lick along the side of your neck, "before this is over, I will make you scream"

This time, there was no disguising the wanton sound that escaped your throat, right before Billy dug his fingertips on your jaw, forcing your head back to crush his mouth to yours in a bruising kiss, all teeth and tongue and hunger. He bit down hard on your lip when you failed to kiss back fast enough.

"Don't be a brat" He warned you as you shook your head, trying to clear it, to break out of his spell.

"You shouldn't be here, Billy" You breathed out, praying your words would come out steadier than you felt, "The police sent another alert for you. They think you killed that doctor, the pretty one…" 

You felt him stiffen at your back, felt the tip of his knife poke at your soft flesh where the shoulder meets the neck. 

"And you want to know if it's true?" He spat, "Is that what you're asking?" 

"Billy…"

His blade snapped the strap of your dress, the hand around your waist travelling up to cop your newly exposed breast. 

"They're right. I did it." He rasped, flickering your nipple, sending sparks of electricity straight down your spine, "She told me I had to let you go, so I pushed her out the window"

His tone was laconic, and you couldn't tell if he was being sarcastic or telling the truth. What was worse, you didn't care. He was a murderer, and a traitor. He was a sociopath without even a recollection of his own crimes. He was a ticking time bomb. You should have been fighting him, should be pushing him away, should be running for your life.

You should be calling Frank.

Instead, you leaned back into him, let him rut against you, let him bury his nose in your hair, relished in the erratic little puffs of air caressing your nape. 

"I can't do that" he confessed, brokenly, between pants, "Can't stay away from you, can't let you go…"

His words rang true. It was something you had wondered about, what with Madani and Frank and the fucking FBI hot in his heels, why he kept coming back to you. Well, now you knew: he was just as doomed as you, had sealed both your fates the night he had chosen to fuck you instead of killing you. 

"I was always crazy about you, did you know that?" He had told you, pacing back and forth, eyes frantic, bright with unshed tears, and you had suspected he wasn't seeing you, that his mind was conjuring up some scene from the past inside his head, bringing it back to life as he spoke, "You would hug me goodbye, and all I could think about was your hot body against me. Wanted to push you up against the nearest wall and kiss you, touch you, bury myself between your pretty legs… All you had to do was walk into the room and I was hard for you. At the bar with Curtis, at the park with the Castles. Even once at the Zoo!" He had barked a dark, humorless laugh.

"I always held back, though. Do you know why?"

You had shaken your head no, not trusting your voice, embarrassed at yourself, at the effect his words were having on you while he was pointing a gun at your face.

"Because Frank and Curtis always told me you were off limits. But now, after this?" He had gestured at the constellation of scars marring his still painfully handsome face, "I don't think I owe them my loyalty anymore… do you?"

That night, he had rubbed the cold barrel of his loaded Beretta against your slit until you came, twice. 

The scrap of teeth against your skin brought you back to the present, to Billy's calloused fingers trailing up your leg, slipping under your skirt. You pressed your knees together, closing your thighs in a feeble attempt to halt his hand that even to you felt half hearted. He simply kicked your knees open, his leg between yours stopping you from closing them again, then he took his time savouring his victory, blunt nails softly scraping at the delicate skin of your inner thigh, up and up, until he reached his goal.

"Is this the secret you were trying to keep from me?" You could practically hear Billy's smirk in his voice, as a single digit skimmed the damp patch on your underwear, "how wet I make you?"

"Bill-"

The flat of his knife pressed against your nipple, a warning, making you gasp.

"Don't ever try to hide from me again" You felt his finger slide under your simple cotton panties, "understood?"

You nodded, submissively, as he teased you, fingertip circling your clit, tracing your slit, but never going in, never remaining in the same place to bring you anything else than the most transpicuous shadow of pleasure. 

"Good girl" Billy rewarded you by sinking one of his fingers inside you, massaging your sensitive walls on his way in and out, until you sagged boneless into his arms. "Do you have any idea how beautiful you look when you surrender to me?" 

He chuckled at your whine, perfectly aware that, as talented as his fingers were, one alone was not enough to bring you the satisfaction you craved. But that was not his goal tonight. No, tonight, Billy was out for blood. 

"What is it, baby?" He purred, "Do you need something?" 

"More" You breathed out, "need more" 

His blade was under your other strap now, his forearm a vice across your chest, keeping you trapped as the heel of his hand crushed your clit with enough force to make you cry out. You felt the strap snap, cool night air kissing your nipple.

"Ride my hand" Billy commanded, finally, finally slipping a second finger inside you, "and beg"

Bastard. 

He loved pushing your buttons, obliterating your patience, your pride and your dignity. 

It was liberating. 

You started moving your hips, almost losing your balance as the arm supporting you abandoned your chest and Billy tilted forward to bunch your skirt at your waist with the hand still holding the damned knife, to get a clear view of your pelvis, of your small thrusts, of his fingers disappearing time and time again inside your delicious little pussy. 

It was the most erotic thing he had ever witnessed, and he had seen plenty of obscene things in his life. 

Billy's chin was poking almost painfully at your shoulder, and you didn't need to open your eyes to know he was watching attentively. He always watched, with such a wonder in his eyes, a hunger in those beautiful onix eyes, that made it hard to feel self-conscious, the ever present voice of insecurity at the back of your head instantly silenced by the naked desire in his gaze. You had never felt more wanted in your life, than when you were with Billy. 

And his praises certainly didn't hurt.

"Fuck, so fucking gorgeous, riding my hand…"

"Billy… please…"

"There she is" He muttered, almost to himself, "you beg so pretty, my obedient girl…" 

Oh, it was bad, the way you shivered whenever he called you his. It shouldn't affect you the way it did, you shouldn't want it… but you did. And you couldn't hide it from him, your body was a traitor, your reactions impossible to contain.

If you only knew the trouble that would get you, you would have tried harder to conceal them. 

But he could read your body like a magazine, knew the exact moment when to withdraw his fingers, just a second before you started clenching on them, the precise instant before you came, too early for you to tumble over the edge but too late for you to be able to come down. 

He knew just how to leave you aching for it.

"I love seeing you like this, my little bird, completely at my mercy. You'd take anything I'd give you, do anything I'd say right now, wouldn't you?" 

You gulped. You shouldn't. You shouldn't.

You felt his quiet laugh against your nape.

"Oh yeah," he decided, "you would…"

The room spun and the floor was swept from under your feet, in two movements, Billy had you sprawled on your couch, head on the pillows, legs dangling from the arm rest. It wasn't the most comfortable of positions but you had no time to complain as Billy made quick work of your dress, his sharp blade ripping easily through the light fabric.

"I always dreamed about ripping this dress off you" He mustered, soft voice at odds with the almost feral look in his eyes. The sane part of your brain screamed danger. And it had little to do with the fact that the man hovering above you, caressing your skin with a hunting knife, was a killer. It went well beyond that. This was a different kind of danger, the slope of his cheekbones a different type of treacherous, the taste of his kiss a hazard to your heart, the weight of his body on yours a threat to your sanity. 

Billy was wild and unpredictable and entirely too beautiful, the perfect predator, one you didn't even want to escape. You were powerless, the mesmerized hare in the maw of the wolfhound. 

He was going to eat you alive.

"I wanna do something now, princess, something you will like" He hurried to add at your alarmed expression: It wasn't like Billy to give you a warning, "but I need you to stay very very still, can you do that for me?" 

"I… Billy, what-"

"Wrong answer, baby" He produced something from his back pocket, your pleasure ridden mind too slow to process what he was doing until the plastic zip tie was securing your wrists together. 

"No rope today?" You raised an eyebrow. Billy smiled,

"No, not today. Not for this" His kissed you then, stealing your breath and your thought process, not letting you go until he felt you melt into him again, pliant and docile just like he liked you. 

"Now baby, if you bring your hands down" He warned, pointing at where your hands were laying on the pillow above your head, "if you buck your hips, or try to close your legs, I will tie your ankles too, understood?" He waited until you nodded your understanding, blandishing his knife in front of your face, before dealing with your underwear in a single, quick slice, throwing the scraps away from your body. His blade glimed as he parted your knees, settling between your legs, raining chaste, butterfly kisses into your inner thigh, fingertips opening you up to him. You felt your own moisture seeping out, staining his fingers, and he groaned at the sight. 

"Fuck, look at you princess, you're dripping" He nuzzled at your clit, placing a teasing kitten lick on it, and then blowing cool air on it. You had to fight the urge to tilt your hips up in demand. Billy was a cruel man, establishing ridiculous rules and then pushing you anyway he could into breaking them. 

One of his long, dexterous digits massaged your entrance, still not going in.

"Please…" 

"Feeling empty, princess?" He mocked, "This pretty pussy needs to be filled?" 

"Yes, please" You begged.

"Well, you only needed to ask…" 

You startled at the unfamiliar feeling of something cold and hard against your entrance. 

"Shhhhh, baby girl" Billy soothed, eyes never leaving the place where he was sinking the handle of his knife inside your tight heat, "stay very still…" 

You bit your lip, trying to relax your muscles, opening your legs a little wider for him. 

"That's it… good girl…" He pushed the handle an inch deeper, a moan escaping your throat. It felt… soft. Harder and coarser than your silicone vibrator, but not unpleasantly so. 

Oh, no, it was very much pleasant, you decided, as Billy started rocking it in and out, burying it a little deeper with every movement, the ridges in the handle stroking your insides just right. 

"Should I make you come like this?" He inquired, never stopping the careful, deliberate strokes, "Think you can hold still as I make you come on my knife?" 

You shook your head no, you were having trouble remaining immobile as it was, desperate with the need to move and twist and convulse as he angled the handle to grace the perfect, sweet spot no one else had ever been able to find, yet Billy had seemed to master from the very beginning. 

"No? Need a little help for that?" He splayed one of his hands against your abdomen, huge palm pushing down almost painfully, easily keeping your hips pinned down. "Open wider, baby" 

You did as you were told, spreading your legs for him as far as they would go, as he picked up the pace, a hungry, almost angry look in his face as he brought you closer and closer to your peak. 

"That's it… fucking come for me, princess"

Your orgasm was still crashing over you when you heard the metallic clank of the Ka-Bar being tossed away from you, and felt Billy sink into you to the hilt in one hard, unforgiving movement. He didn't give you time to adjust or come down from your high before he started thrusting hard and fast, loving the resistance he felt from your body. 

"Fuck! So tight, clenching around my cock…"

"B-Billy…" You cried, but he didn't relent, instead covering you with his body, trapping you under him as his hips kept snapping against yours punishingly, bare skin against bare skin, and when had he taken out his t-shirt?

"No, baby, there's no escape" He spoke against your throat, punctuating his words with a harsh bite, "You're gonna take it… you're gonna take it all" 

You nodded, even as tears started to leak from your eyes, even as you struggled feebly against him, because the truth was you loved it. You love the pressure against your wrists, holding you in place, the bruise of his sharp hipbones hitting your inner thighs, you loved the overstimulation as Billy extracted every last drop of pleasured pain from your body.  

He sneaked a hand between your bodies, right under your navel.

"Fuck, baby" He moaned, "I can feel my cock moving inside you…" 

Somewhere in the part of your brain that was still somewhat capable of thought, you were not shocked. You could feel it too, overstretched, like he was breaking you in half. 

"Taking me so good… best pussy I ever felt… you were born for this, born to take my cock so deep" 

You trashed at his words, feeling another peak starting to build, high, so high you were terrified of the fall. 

Because you knew it would shatter you. 

His hand creeped lower, wicked thumb rubbing, unmerciful, at your oversensitive clit. 

Your hips bucked of their own accord, trying to dislodge him, leg instinctively trying to kick him off. Billy's other hand left your tied hands to press against your throat, warningly. 

"You're gonna come for me again, princess. Whether you like it or not." 

You liked it. Heavens help you, how you liked it. 

"And then, when your shaking and screaming my name, screaming for mercy…" His thrust were speeding up, becoming erratic, his ferric control finally breaking, "I'm going to come inside you… fill you up with my come… until you're dripping with it. Do you know why, princess?"

You really hoped it was a retorical question, you were far too delirious, too cock drunk too form words. 

He licked into your open mouth,

"Because you're mine" 

Something inside you cracked, the pressure too much for the fault line as you felt it snap, the earthquake shaking you to the very bones. Billy cursed, hips raming into you once, twice, three times before he buried his cock into your cunt as far as it would go, grunting as he spent himself inside you just as he had promised. 

You must have blacked out for a minute, because when you came back into, Billy was onto you again, holding your trembling legs over his shoulders, licking you clean, each swipe if his tongue sending aftershocks through your ravaged, aching body. 

"Billy, please," Your voice was wrecked, you probably had been screaming without noticing, "no more" 

For a second, you were afraid he wasn't going to listen, but then he showed you mercy, crawling up your body, even as two of his fingers sunk into you, collecting your juices, making you whimper. 

"Open up, baby" He commanded, tracing your bottom lip with his fingertips. You obeyed, letting him sink his digits inside your mouth, wiping them clean on your tongue, "See how delicious we taste together?" 

You hummed your reply, unable to do much more. He seemed pleased enough with it anyway, if the way he gathered you in his arms, cradling you into his chest was anything to go by. You remained like that for a bit, catching your breaths, letting heartbeats return to normal, until Billy sighed, depositing you back on the pillows of your couch as he disappeared inside your apartment, your eyes gazing appreciatively the way his back muscles shifted and rippled as he walked. 

Sitting up, you rolled your shoulders, trying to get rid of the stiffness of having your hands above your head for so long. There was a forgotten water bottle on your coffee table that you managed to uncap with some effort to take a few gulps as Billy returned holding a wet towel and what you expected to be your nightgown, but frowned as you realized it was a sundress. 

You offered your tied hands to Billy so he could cut the zip, but he ignored you, focusing instead on cleaning you up with soft, careful touches. 

"What's that for?" You asked, gesturing at the dress, breaking the silence and the tension that seemed to had fallen between you. There was a shift in Billy, a squaring of his shoulders, a change in demeanor.

Some door shut behind his eyes.

"You were right" He declared, kneeling in front of you, eyes capturing yours, "I can't keep doing this, sooner or later someone, probably Frank, is going to notice…"

And unleash hell on both your heads. You knew this, knew whatever… this was with Billy had to come to an end at some point. 

That didn't mean it didn't hurt to hear it.

"I have a way out of the country, had for a while" He went on, "have a fat bank account offshore, a nice beach house, the works. Everything has been ready for months…" 

"Then why didn't you?" You prodded, "leave, I mean"

It was reaching, pathetically grasping at straws, you realized. But you had to know, if he felt anything about you, whatever that might be, you needed to hear him say it. You had ruined yourself, time and time again, slept with a traitor, with the man that had torn your makeshift family apart. If this was the last time you saw him, you needed him to say it. 

"Because I wanted to win" He replied, simply, "I want it all. Call me a hopeless romantic, but I want it all: I want the money and I want the girl" 

You stared, taken aback. That certainly wasn't the answer you were expecting.

"What do you mean, Billy?" You held your breath, having a feeling you already knew.

"I want you to come with me, Y/N" 

You wanted to.

You wanted to laugh in relief, you wanted to cry, you wanted to crush your lips to his, cause this was so much more than you had ever dared to hope, you wanted to say yes, let him sweep you off your feet and run away with him into the sunset. You wanted to.

You couldn't.

You thought of Frank, holed up in that trailer, trying so hard to protect that girl he had found, even though looking at her pained him everytime, because he couldn't help but see Lisa in her. Trying so hard to protect this kid cause he had failed to protect his own… You thought of Curt, sleeping with a gun under his pillow, letting the woman he was in love with slip through his fingers cause he wasn't willing to endanger her, to bring her into this war, the war they were fighting against the man currently kneeling in front of you.

You started shaking your head,

"Bill, I can't. Frank and Curtis… they're my brothers, the only family I have left, the only family we have left. I can't do that to them" Every word out of your mouth broke your own heart a little bit more, but you refused to yield, "I won't do that to them"

Billy's hand came up to cup your face, fingertips brushing your jaw. Foolishly, you leaned into his touch.

"Y/N, my love…" His grip turned iron like, forcing your head in place, "I wasn't asking" He sneered, his other hand, the one he had kept carefully out of sight without you even noticing, coming up, striking your neck, quick as a rattlesnake. You felt the sting of the needle, understanding dawning on you way too late.

Bastard.

Billy's cold-eyed grin was the last thing you saw before the world faded to black...

To be continued...

909 notes • Posted 2021-07-26 22:20:21 GMT

#1

Aleksander was afraid you were killed in combat but finds out you are fine and storms the tent where they have you recovering ✋🏼🥺

"Just Mortal”

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"WHERE IS SHE?"

"Moi soverennyi! You can't walk in her-" A single stormy stare stopped the young healer in her tracks, shadows swimming inside the obsidian orbs of the black general, threatening her to dare telling him what he could and couldn't do again.

She didn't dare.

"I saw her fall, I know she was brought here" She didn't need to ask who he was referring to, she knew. They all knew. "So don't make me ask again"

Despite his composed tone, she could feel the undercurrent of desperation in his voice, feel his barely restrained fear, his pain, and something else, something deep and unfathomable, something not unlike devotion, greater than any flimsy imitation of love she could ever have felt of her own. Every grisha was connected and drawn to the Darkling, that was something the destruction of the fold, the rise of the soldat sol and the disappearance of the man himself could not change. She was loyal to the dragon queen, had been trained by her under the triumvirate, too young to remember the times the Black General had been a mentor to all grisha at the little palace, but in that moment, she knew she would have done anything he asked of her, and she would have done so gladly.

But stronger than his compulsion power, was the power of friendship, of family. Because that's what you were to her. Padruga. Sestra. A fellow Corporalki, even if you were the strongest of them all, the only one powerful enough to put the starless sain back together after decades (or centuries if she was to believe the rumors saying time passed differently in the void) of torture inside the thorn wood tree. And not only his body, but also the jagged fragments of his shattered mind.

Even his very soul.

Koroleva serdets, they called you, in whispers. The Queen of Hearts, the only one capable to soothe the Shadow King's pain.

Either way, there was no choice to be made. She balled inside her fist the note she had intended to send to the queen back in Os Alta. That night, it would feed the fire outside the grisha pavilion.

Zoya of the lost city might be the queen of Ravka, but out there, in the battle front, the second army had one king and one king only.

The girl bowed her head, and with a simple wave of her hand, the sea of red keftkas inside the medical tent parted in two.

That's when he saw you, pale and fragile looking on the cot they had placed you in, your own keftka draped over you like a blanket. Two, three long strides later and he was on you, grasping at your cold hand, the familiar surge of power blossoming at the contact, waking you up.

All the air inside his lungs left him in a relieved sigh as your pretty eyes fluttered open, brow furrowed in confusion for a few seconds until you seemed to get your bearings.

"Aleksander" You breathed out his name, and he almost broke right then and there, audience be damned.

You tried to sit up, but were still too weak to manage it by yourself, so he helped you.

"I'm sorry" He apologized hurriedly, "I should've bee here sooner, but I saw you go down and..." He didn't need to finish that sentence, you knew. Could picture it as if you were there: Whole battalions of enemy armies leveled, as far as the eye could reach, maybe even further, sliced cleanly in half by his cut.

A shiver ran down your spine and even if it wasn't because of the cold, you graciously accepted the wool shawl that Mila, the head healer, wrapped around your shoulders.

"Oh, Aleksander..." Your hand reached out for his face of it's own accord, cupping his cheek. He covered it completely with his much bigger one, keeping it there. Mila was polite enough to advert her eyes at the intimate display of affection, trying her best to give them some semblance of privacy.

"I will kill them all" He was all Darkling as he vowed, "I will annihilate every last one of them. No one shall dare to hurt you again."

"Sasha, I'm not hurt"

"Don't lie to me," He growled, "Not to protect them. They don't deserve your mercy, milaya. I saw you fall off your horse, under a hail of bullets"

"Sebastian was already slowing them down" You explained, referring to that squaller friend of yours, the one that always ran into battle (and into every little scheme your mischievous little brain seemed to concoct with the sole purpose of driving him crazy) by your side, "they never hit us harder than pebbles"

"Then why did you fall?" He inquired, sceptical, "And furthermore, why are you still here, surrounded by every healer and heartrender in your garrison?"

This time, it was Mila the one to reply,

"We are here for their protection. Healers to take care of them, and I must admit, a little bit out of medical curiosity. And the heartrenders seemed to have appointed themselves as their personal guard..."

Aleksander frowned in confusion,

"Their?"

"There are two heartbeats, sir"

You watched in amusement as the terrible, intimidating black general's jaw fell slack, midnight eyes big as platoons.

"I fell because I fainted. I didn't know, I swear, otherwise I wouldn't have fought today. I would nev-"

He cut you off with his lips on yours in a kiss far more passionate than was tasteful for a public display of affection, but neither of you cared. Someone in the background cleared their throat, but it only succeed in making Aleksander deepen the kiss even more, enveloping you in his arms and under his cape, as if wanting to hide you from the rest of the world, keep you only to himself.

And that was exactly what he wanted, even though he knew in practical terms it was impossible. But that word was losing his meaning more and more every minute he spent with you, wasn't it? He had thought impossible for him to survive the thorn wood tree, impossible to love again after the sunlight was stolen from him, had thought Alina was his only equal. But here you were, the mender of every fibre of his heart, literally and figuratively, a star of hope sparking up the long dark night of his existence. Hope because the mere fact that you had been able to conceive his child after over half a century of loneliness was a testament of you at least having the potential to be like him. And unlike Lizabeta, he actually loved you. And unlike Alina, you actually loved him back. And maybe he hadn't been wrong, maybe fate was real, cause he could feel you holding his in your dainty mortal hands.

What a capricious creature, fate was. Another healer, just mortal, just like Luda. Just like the cause of his greatest sin... And now, another healer was the bringer of his absolution.

Just mortal... He would fix that.

"I'll get you an amplifier. The most powerful of them all" He promised, when he finally released your lips, forehead resting against yours, "A Firebird, or a dragon-"

"You are not killing our queen just to get me an amplifier" You chuckled. But despite the joking tone of your words, Mila could see the speculative looks amongst the heartrenders. They had always been the most loyal to the Darkling.

But Aleksander chuckled too,

"Wouldn't dream of it. I make saints, milaya, I don't murder them" He was surprised by how true the words ringed in his ears. No, Sankta Soya could keep her throne, he was going to be too busy with his new family to run a kingdom anyway.

No, he had something far stronger in mind...

But, in the meantime,

"How many people know of this?" His voiced resonated through the tent with authority, and even though his eyes never left you, Mila knew he was talking to her.

"Only the people in this tent" They could keep the pregnancy hidden from the etheralki and the soldiers, but an extra heartbeat was a little hard to keep from a corporalki.

"Good, I want you and a female heartrender by her side at all times" That should help conceal the baby's heartbeat for a while, at least until you started to show, buy he hoped to have found the amplifier by then, "Spread word of her injury throughout the camp, and get my carriage ready, we'll head back to Os Alta for her recovery first thing in the morning."

In reality, he would procure an unremarkable, if fast, civilian carriage along with a handful of his most talented grisha and himself and you would be leaving for the palace before the night was over.

"Now, everybody out, I need a word alone with my fiancee"

That got you arching an eyebrow,

"Fiancee?"

Aleksander shrugged, affecting nonchalance,

"Marrying you was always the goal, I see no reason not to speed the plans now"

You rolled your eyes,

"Ever the romantic..."

Aleksander waited until he heard the last healer, Mila, leave the tent before softly pushing you back until you hit the thin mattress, immediately covering you with his body.

"I can be romantic for you, milaya. I can be anything for you" He proved it, placing delicate pecks on your forehead, your closed eyelids, the tip of your nose, your cheeks. They graduated to wet, open mouthed kisses as he rained them on your jawline, down your neck, your throat, right up to that spot above your pulse point that had you sighing, melting into him. "I can be your lover, your protector, your husband..."

"What about the king of my heart?" You breathed out, fingers tangling on his soft locks as his short beard scratched your collarbones, setting your skin on fire.

You felt his smile against your chest, hands on the sash that kept your chemise closed When had he gotten rid of your keftka?

"Yes," He promised, lips trailing down until they were set over your, still flat, stomach, "I can be that"

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The alluring charm of Henry Cavill - Chapter 1

Summary: Adelaide Park meets Henry Cavill for the first time and she is obviously very nervous. 

Henry Cavill x Adelaide Park (ofc)

Wordcount: 3.5k

A/N: If you want to be on the taglist, just let me know. And please let me know what you guys think. I’d love to hear your thoughts about it 😘 

Masterlist // Introduction // Next chapter

I’ve never been to Italy before. Actually, before I was a renowned actress, I never came outside of LA. Growing up, my parents never had the money to go to a different city, let alone other countries. My vacations were spend solely in our small one room apartment back in Los Angeles by myself.

My parents were never rich. My dad worked long hours in a factory every single day, but earning just enough money to pay the rent and for me and mom to eat. One night, I saw him scraping the packages or our plats clean, so he had something to eat as well. After I saw that, I never ate all the food off my plate, because I realized that my dad was working the hardest, but was eating the least.

It always broke my heart to see both of them struggle. My mom used to be a cleaning lady, but after she got fired, she became a live-in nanny, which basically meant that from my sixth birthday, she was barely home anymore and I had to raise myself.

Hours on end I was alone. Back in school I barely had any friends—correction: I had no friends at all—and when I came home from school, I’d sit outside to do my homework, because dad didn’t have enough money to get a second set of keys.

I never complained about it, because I knew they were trying and I learned all too well from that one time when I asked for a Barbie doll back when I was five and I kept crying about it, because other kids had Barbie dolls and I was the only one who didn’t. My mom got so mad, that she grabbed my empty plate and threw it against the wall, while she was screaming something about how ungrateful I was. Mom never got mad, she was always admirably calm and collected, even when life got in the way like it did with us. Seeing her like this, meant she was serious and I never said anything about something like that anymore. I never asked for anything, at all.

Don’t get me wrong, I love my parents and I am so thankful for everything they taught me and did for me. It may have been a hard time, but every year for my birthday, they gave me something. It was always something I really needed, but I always appreciated how they went out of their way for me, wondering how many meals they skipped for this present.

It all became worse when I finished high school at the age of nineteen. I was older than everyone else, since I read so slowly and didn’t even understand it most of the time, causing me to get behind on many classes over the course of the years. Besides, our school wasn’t known for having the best results overall, so the fact that I didn’t score well, meant I was blending in with the rest.

I was working in a diner, because I wasn’t smart enough at all for a scholarship, when my mom got in a terrible accident, when she walked back home and she was hit by a car who ran through a red light. She was paralyzed from her waist down and besides the high hospital bills, she also needed psychical therapy, something that unfortunately isn’t free.

With what my dad and I were earning together, we couldn’t even pay two percent of those costs. I was thinking about putting myself up on a sugar daddy website, but I know I couldn’t lie to them, when I would come back with a lot of money. Besides, my dad was always very strict about what mom and I could and couldn’t do to make money and sugar daddies were off limits. He told me multiple times—even after mom’s accident—that we had nothing to worry about. That he would take care of it.

But I had something to worry about, because my father wasn’t getting any younger. He had been working too hard for too long and all he wanted, was staying with his wife, who he still loved so so much, despite everything they had gone through. I took up more shifts at the diner, only slowly coming to terms that, even with the tips I was receiving, it was never enough to cover the bills.

In about two months, my mom would be discharged from the facility, if we hadn’t paid at least something significant.

One day, I was walking back home from work, when I saw a huge billboard, with a message that a studio was looking for someone to star in one of the biggest sitcoms of that time: Remembering High School. Apparently, one of the new main characters (who was an adult) was having a flashback from when they were in high school—the main premise of the show. And that character happened to be an Asian lady.

I went in and decided I would try it out. I mean, I had no acting experience and solely did it to earn some money, but being Asian American was apparently enough and that was the beginning of my acting career.

At first the amounts of money I made were not enough to cover the medical costs, but it was enough to delay further payment and my mom could stay in the facility.

For years I had difficulty with reading, let alone reading out loud, with an audience, but somehow on the set, I could forget about that. I could finally be someone I really wanted to be. For a few moments I could forget all the sorrows and worries I had resting on my shoulders.

The first five weeks, I’d combine my new acting career with my job in the diner, but after awhile I became a recurring character and for a whole year, I was part of the cast. I remember walking into my mom’s room, showing both her and my dad the first episode I was going to star in. ‘I’m from Minnesota,’ was my first line and the beginning of a very promising career.

My parents were so proud of me. My dad didn’t even care about the money I made at first, because he was so happy that I was doing something that from the looks of it, I actually enjoyed.

Over the years, I’ve come to love acting, but no one knows I do it because of my family. Actually no one knew about my family situation and since I have zero friends, even in the industry (because I barely talk about my personal life and I never budge, even when the try to pry information about it. My co-stars are acquaintances, almost like neighbors: you know one another, but you don’t know them), no one is aware that every penny I earn, goes directly to my family.

Nowadays I make millions, but I’m mainly spending it on my mom, but also on other people who are paralyzed and need psychical therapy, but were in the same boat as my family and my parents met over time in the facility. Money doesn’t mean a lot to me and these people can use it a lot better than I can.

Besides, my parents worked so hard for me growing up, this is the only way for me to pay them back. Despite not having any money themselves, nor stuff, they always taught me to share, to make sure that other people are well taken care off.

The flight from Japan to Italy moved along pretty quick, but maybe that’s because I was traveling first class. My latest movie took place in Japan and though I loved it there, I really want to see what Italy is like, after spending eight months in a lousy hotel in Japan.

After becoming an actress, I went to a lot of great places for shooting movies. I went to Suriname, Canada, Spain, Australia and this time it was Japan. I’m so blessed that I get to travel, knowing really well that other people are still struggling with what I used to struggle with. Sometimes I donate the earnings of a movie to movements that catch my eye, that help kids in certain areas of California with their school work, and with access of clothes and food. I always donate anonymously, not wanting to seem like a philanthropist who is doing this solely for her own image.

I always think that if you really care about something, you would do it without earning praises.

Participating on ‘The Celebrity Project’ wasn’t something I would normally do, but when they reached out to me, I was actually delighted that I was going to be part of this. Maybe I could finally show the world that I’m not as stupid as I appear in interviews.

Being a loner, a slow reader and probably has multiple learning disabilities (if I actually got tested, but the tests were too expensive and no one at school seemed to care and I’m actually too embarrassed to get myself tested now I’m a twenty-five year old), I often come off as an airhead and it’s my own fault really. I do give them enough stupid material to go on about that accusation.

However, I’m really nervous. I mean, I’m going to work together with Henry Cavill. He is charming and sounds so intelligent. When I was done filming and back at my hotel room, I’d watch his interviews, because I wanted to know what I was going to work with. The way he is so articulate and he obviously knows what he is doing, makes me feel even worse about myself. I’m a total disaster and already a burden to him I presume.

I’m sitting in a taxi, waiting for traffic to calm down a bit. It’s early in the mornings and thankfully I got to make myself a bit more presentable in the plane already. I notice the tiny camera’s being strategically placed in the car. It really begun, I think to myself. I’m part of a reality show now. ‘How are you feeling, miss Park?’ the taxi driver asks. ‘I recently heard about this program.’

‘I’m a bit nervous,’ I say, wondering whether or not he is payed to to talk to me about this. I rummage through my purse, hoping I can find my lip balm.

‘Are you looking forward to work with Henry Cavill?’

That name alone makes me nearly make me shit my pants already. ‘Yeah, he seems like a nice man, so I really look forward to work with him.’ And I sure as hell hope that I won’t let him down.

The drive to the hotel is about an hour, but it feels like time is going by a whole lot faster.  The chauffeur talks about his family and how his wife is actually a fan of my movies and has watched every single one of them. I took a few pictures with him and signed the inside of the cracker box, because that was all he got with him for me to write something on.

After I said goodbye to him, I’m told that I should go to room 346. With my suitcases with me, I step into the elevator, a cameraman close by. They told me that at one point, these cameramen would just be invisible to me, but I highly doubt it. They are only with us during the assignments. In the cars and at the place where we’re staying, the camera’s are hidden.

When I’m in front of the door, I take a deep breath.

I can do this I think to myself. I have starred alongside other talented people. My first real role was playing Keanu Reeves’ daughter, I was Angela Bassett’s assistant and I also had some pretty steamy scenes with David Castañeda, after his Umbrella Academy days. I can handle being around Henry Cavill, right? I knock on the door three times and I open it a bit, peeking my head around the door.

I can conclude that I’m severely underdressed. I’m wearing a simply jean short, white crop top with some lace on the borders and socks with the same lace details as my top, paired with white sneakers.

I look like a slob, compared to Henry, who seems like he stepped out of a Disney movie.  His white blouse, off-white pants and those loafers. The only thing that is missing, is his yacht with the name Serenity.

A smile creeps up on my face, as I step into the room, rolling my pink suitcases with me, because he actually looks approachable.

‘Hi there,’ he says with a small smile on his face. He walks up to me, holding out his hand. ‘I’m Henry, nice to meet you.’

I can’t help but blush. He is so charming and his accent makes him so posh. I place my hand in his and it almost disappears. Not to be that girl, but my size kink is activated right here and now. ‘Adelaide,’ I say. ‘Uhm, it’s nice to meet you… Too.’

I curse my tongue.

‘How was your flight?’ he asks, as he gestures to the couch for us to sit on.

I take place right next to him and I feel like a child sitting next to her dad. Why is he so massive? ‘It was okay. Yours?’

‘It flew by.’

I raise my eyebrows. ‘Was that… a pun?’

Henry chuckles nervously. ‘Maybe, I’m sorry.’

I look around me. The hotel room seems okay, but I bet we’re not going to stay here for long. I stare at the silver tray in front of us, with a set of keys and an envelope with our names on it.

Henry takes the envelope from the tray and holds it in front of me. ‘You want to read it?’

I shake my head. ‘No, you go.’ The whole idea of reading out loud without practice, makes me want to vomit. Before the table reads, I use this program that will read everything for me, even using the right intonation. I stay up for way too many hours for that, because once I’ve heard it, I made notes, I can better read it.

Back when I was doing ‘Remembering High School’ I had the woman who played the adult version of me read it to me, because I had to portray the young her and keep her character in mind. Since she was an established character on the show, she had certain ways of saying things I had to copy. She never knew the real reason I wanted her to read it out loud for me.

He cocks an eyebrow, but then opens the envelope. He clears his throat, before a dramatic reading of our first assignment rolls out of his mouth. How can he make a simple note sound so… Sensual, almost? His deep and dark voice, making it sound way more intense than it actually is. I wouldn’t mind if he read my scripts out loud for me.

‘Dear Adelaide and Henry, the adventure of ‘The Celebrity Project’ has officially started,’ he says, tilting the card a little, so I can read a little bit with him. It’s a nice gesture really and I appreciate the thought. ‘We have provided you with a nice car, to drive to the little cottage, specially arranged for the two of you. Tomorrow will be a nice day for you to relax (because you two are both severely jet lagged we presume) and the day after that, you’ll be expected for your first assignment. Enjoy the car ride and remember: look out of your window every now and then. We are aware that Henry is really handsome, Adelaide and you’ll be forced to only look at him, but nature can be beautiful too.’

I scrunch up my nose. That last sentence seemed so forced and this is exactly the reason why I don’t like these types of survival, borderline reality shows. It’s not reality. It’s this forced setting, hoping to get people to believe that this is how real life should look like.

And I don’t like deceiving people like that. I almost regret participating.

‘Right, well, we might as well just go,’ he says, his tone flat, maybe just as annoyed with that last sentence as I am. Probably even more so.

◎ ◎ ◎

Why is there a pink carseat in the passengers seat? I mean, I’m not the tallest, but I’m definitely not that tiny. I look around us, only to see no member of the crew around. This is great. I want to take the seat out, because I don’t want to sit on it, but it’s securely fastened and only with a different set of keys, I can undo it.

And of course I don’t have that.

I really regret being here.

However, I still sit on the carseat, because I don’t want to sit in the back because I’ll get carsick and when I see Henry’s cocked eyebrows and a poorly hidden smirk, I simply say: ‘Don’t.’

Okay, maybe I do understand why they put me on a carseat, because this man looks so enormous and otherwise I’m simply non existent. He starts the car and simply drives off. I don’t know whether or not I should say something to him, because I feel like we should talk.  I mean, that’s why the camera’s are here right?

‘What is your newest movie about?’ Henry asks.

‘About a woman escaping from her past and she moves to Japan, when one day an old friend becomes her new manager,’ I say.

‘Romantic comedy?’

‘Of course.’

He nods. ‘You don’t get tired of doing those?’ he asks.

Yes, I do get a bit tired of them, but there are two things: for starters, just like those romance books (that I would buy my mom one for her birthday every year, because I knew how much she loved those), romantic comedies sell really good. And no one wants me for something else. I feel like directors don’t trust me with big roles, like Rose in Titanic or someone else major. Besides, I’m Asian American, when was the last time one of us got a major part in a movie that’s not a romantic comedy?

But I don’t want to seem ungrateful and it’s a nice stream of money coming in every time and that’s basically all I want.

‘No,’ I say. ‘It’s okay. You shot something new… new movie… Right?’ For fuck sake, Adelaide, you were doing so well.

‘I did, actually,’ he says. ‘It’s something I’m very excited for. It’s more of a dramatical part.’ I listen to Henry, as he is talking about this movie. How he plays a single dad, trying to figure out this parenting part with his daughter, when his brother and sister-in-law pass away and he has to take in four monsters of boys in his house. The way he talks about this, I notice a shimmer in his eyes. ‘I’m sorry,’ he apologizes. ‘I let myself go there for a second. It’s just I’m really excited about this movie.’

‘No, I get it,’ I say, as I look out of the window. I let out a deep sigh, as we drive over the sandy roads. Before I can say something else (as if I knew what), Henry hits the break and like the cliches in the movies, he holds out his arm in front of me, as the car comes to a halt.

There are four dogs and one owner on the road and the man screams something in Italian to us. Clearly we were supposed to stop for him. ‘Shit, sorry,’ Henry mumbles, as if the man could hear that.

His warm hand dropped to my bare thigh and with my pointer finger I tap him on the back of his hand. ‘Excuse me,’ I say.

‘Oh no, terrible sorry,’ he says quickly, retracting his hand. ‘What do you think the cottage will look like?’ Henry asks, when he pulled up again, not driving as fast as he did before.

Shrugging I play with my water bottle. ‘I don’t know, but I think I know one thing.’

It takes me a while before I can get the words out of my mouth, but Henry doesn’t force me to say anything, by asking something like: ‘Care to let me in?’ He actually lets me find the words and it feels nice not to be rushed into saying something.

‘I bet there is one bed that is large and comfortable. However, there is also one uncomfortable couch, too small for you. So people want to see whether or not you are a… gentleman and offer to sleep on the couch.’

‘You think?’ he asks frowning. ‘A bit far fetched, don’t you think?’

When we arrive at the tiny cottage, we walk inside. It’s nice decorated, warm colors mixed with nice hints of different pastel colors. My eye falls on the very uncomfortable looking couch that is pretty tiny if Henry is supposed to be sprawled out on that, but we don’t know what the rest looks like.

After a small tour through the house, we have come to the conclusion that there is indeed only one bed. I look over my shoulder, my eyes meeting Henry’s. ‘See?’

Taglist: @thelastsock​ // @jolly-polly​ // @henrythickcavill​ // @maan24​ // @diegos-butt​ / @agniavateira​ // 

[ad1thi]

henlo adi tis i with a request for some stevetony fics,,, angsty if you have 'em 💓

okay so this rec list is mainly classic stevetony fics, but i assure you - there’s angsty ones in there (ive marked the angsty ones with a 😞 so you can identify them quicker) just a general note that a lot of authors are going to repeat, because there are some authors that (imo) are stevetony staples (so if you see an author more than once - thats a sign that ALL of their stevetony is good and ive cherry picked the ones i love the most) (ive also marked those authors with a 🌟) 

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in the light of limerence:  @shell-heads

It's the final game of the season, their biggest one yet, and there's only one question on everybody's mind: who the hell is Captain Steve Rogers' boyfriend, and why does Cap keep dodging questions about him?

"You gotta admit it's suspicious that only Bucky and Sam have met your boyfriend, dude," Clint points out as he shoves Pietro away with a smirk, pulling the uniform over his head and tugging it down. "We've known you, what-two years? We've never seen the guy even once."

"And your phone mysteriously only has pictures of Tony Stark," Johnny Storm adds as he joins the conversation, knocking knees with Thor when he sits down on one of the benches. "Tony Stark, who has at least ten fansites and personally assured me he's had a boyfriend for the past five years."

"I can't believe Cap is actually out here acting like Tony Stark's boyfriend," Luke says with a smirk, resting against a wall without a care.

"I can't believe you guys still think this is a joke," Sam throws back while tossing his other dirty sock at Luke, who dodges it smoothly.

In little more than ten minutes, the biggest question of Shield University is answered with much aplomb by none other than Tony Stark himself.

almeno tu nell'universo: @silkspectred 😞 🌟 (funfact: this is the fic that got me into stevetony) 

Tony drives off.

Well, he wants to.

But he can’t.

Because.

Steve Rogers is in front of his car.

Steve fucking Rogers. Is in front of Tony’s fucking car.

Rookie and Jailbait Take On The World: @theapplepielifestyle 🌟

“You really should be in school, you know.”

“Why would I be there when I could be here, solving crimes with my favourite rookie?” Tony flashes a grin, and Steve’s stomach twists like it did on the first day.

Teenager, Steve’s mind supplies. Definitely not legal, stop doing fluttery things, stomach.

Thumb, Index and Pinky Extended: @/Eudoxia 😞

Tony Stark is twenty-one when he loses his voice. It shouldn't matter, but in a world where the first words your Soulmate says to you are marked on your skin, it can be pretty damn annoying.

I (created from fantasies) exist solely for you: @mizzy2k

Six years ago, without the Avengers Initiative there to save the day, scientist Dr. Eric Selvig sacrificed himself to save the world, the almighty demi-god Thor was lost to a terrible storm, and vigilante Iron Man – spotted with a nuclear weapon trying to take advantage of the situation – was forever labelled an enemy of SHIELD.

This is a comic book office AU, where Steve is defrosted a year too late, Thor has forgotten who he is, and no one knows Tony is Iron Man.

Also includes: office pranks, inappropriate post-it notes, and superheroes who like pina coladas and getting caught in the rain.

Celestial Navigation: @sabrecmc

Celestial Navigation: 18 year old Omega!Tony finds himself Bonded to Captain Steve Rogers. He isn't happy about it until he is.

By request, here is CN in one place without other stories and artwork.

Ironsides: @copperbadge 🌟

Antonia Carter Stark takes no shit and no prisoners.

Paved With Good Intentions (I’m On The Road To Hell): @itsallavengers 😞 🌟

When the mysterious group of vigilante assassins known only as 'The Avengers' are tipped off about the dirty secrets that lie within Stark Industries, Steve Rogers has his heart set on taking out Tony Stark for good in order to protect the rest of the world from his evil. He's seen the footage, after all- Stark is a man who fights only for himself. And of course, when a job arises as chief bodyguard for Stark, to protect him from the growing threat of an ominously infatuated stalker, the opportunity is way too good for him to miss out on. It's the perfect placement, and the perfect way to find out whether or not their tipoff is genuine.

But as Steve falls into rank as the new bodyguard for Mr. Stark and he spends time getting to know and protect him, his initial hatred begins to falter and merge into something different, something far more terrifying than the prospect of killing the face of Stark Industries.

Steve Rogers may just be falling in love with him instead.

The Problem With Communication: @itsallavengers

Steve is terrible at flirting, but when he finally picks up the courage to talk to the adorable barista who makes his drinks, he finds himself hitting a small snag:

That being, Tony is deaf. He doesn't know what Steve is saying.

But never say Steve Rogers does not rise to a challenge.

Killing Me Softly (With His Song): @itsallavengers

Steve is Tony's whole world. Tony couldn't imagine life without him. They've grown up together, after all.

Steve gets cancer.

Open Field In Front of Him: orphan account

Steve Rogers's football season is functionally over after a loss to Rutgers, but he finds a distraction in Tony Stark (yes, THAT Tony Stark). A college AU Stony fic.

Good For You: @orbingarrow 😞

Steve doesn't understand why Tony dates people who abuse him. Tony doesn't understand why Steve cares.

The rest is bad choices, good choices, rehab, milkshakes, paintball, YouTube videos, couples therapy and learning to put the past in the past. Or: How Tony finds his happy ending.

COMPLETE 5/27/16 Edited to add art as last chapter on 6/23/16

Wrapped Up In Clover: @festiveferret

It's been seven years since Steve and Tony split up, and Steve's sure he'll never see Tony again. He's finally managed to put their failed relationship behind him and move on, focusing on his friends and building his business. But then his best friends, Bucky and Clint, decide to get married, and their wedding week at a cabin resort in Vermont turns into a minefield of heartbreak for Steve.

little green soldiers: @/nasa 🌟

“Rhodey,” Tony says. “I’m not stupid. He’s shipping out in three months. I’m not going to fall in love with him.”

Tony is a student at MIT; Steve is a soldier. They meet at a house party six months before Steve is set to deploy. This is their story.

flesh and bone: @/nasa 😞

“You or Rogers?” they ask, brandishing a knife or a gun or a flame.

“Me,” Tony says, over and over again. “Me, me, me,” always me.

Buried: @not-close-to-straight

When Howard Stark demands Tony work at a dig site in S.America one summer to "build character" and "learn about life", Tony is furious. But then he meets soldier/archeologist Steve and falls in love with blue eyes and a perfect smile. 

Just as they are ready to move forward together, Steve leaves abruptly with no explanation and breaks Tonys heart. Ten years later, Tony stumbles across the file for the old dig site. He's determined to visit and shut it down, but discovers that instead of a village, the dig has uncovered a temple and actually needs MORE money to stay open. A security team is hired to protect the staff and the artefacts they find, and Tony comes face to face with Steve Rogers all over again– except Steve is bearded and BIGGER and way more dangerous than he used to be...And Tony likes it.

When the camp is attacked, Steve jumps into action, snatching Tony and running into the jungle to escape and work their way towards safety. But long days and nights together bring back old feelings, and one day Steve takes a risk and asks Tony to give them another chance. Will Tony say yes? Or is his heart buried too far for the soldier-turned- archaeologist-turned-mercenary to find it?

don’t know why it took me so long to see: @3799steps 

“Oh, watch this,” Natasha says, propping her chin against her knuckles and turning a sweet gaze on him. “Tony, what’s it like dating a superhero?”

Tony bristles in irritation. “We’re not dating,” he snaps. “Captain America probably thinks he can get into anyone’s pants just ‘cause he’s got a mask, costume, and reputation, but not me, buddy. That shield? Gotta be overcompensating for something.” He adds, a bit petulantly, “Oh, and all that blue? Definitely more Steve’s color than his.”

- In which Tony is a genius in all matters except recognising his boyfriend past a mask

Heartlines: @nanasekei 🌟

“Let me,” Tony repeats. He regrets it deeply, so much, he wants to stick the words back into his mouth again, and it must show, in the way his voice wavers. He feels exposed, all of a sudden, as if he’s asking something bigger than what he can actually say. Let me touch you, let me take care of you. “Just… Let me do it.“

Feel Whole Again: @thepartyresponsible

Steve turns to leave. It’s easier to talk, somehow, when he’s not looking at him. “If you need anything,” he says, “I’m just a few floors down.”

“Might regret that, Cap,” Tony says to his retreating back. “I’ve been told I’m needy.”

Steve doesn’t know who the hell said that to Tony. It’s probably for the best that he doesn’t.

“It’s an honor,” he says, a little helpless, out of his depth and out of his time. “It’s an honor to be trusted with something like that, Tony.”

Attack Dog: @/salytierra

Steve doesn't swim in self-delusion. He knows that he is sick and that his owner is even worse. He is aware of it every time he rips some nameless guy’s throat out and feels the crunch of bones under his fingers. He is aware of it every time the rush of adrenaline at seeing life slip away from a stranger’s eyes hits him and gets him bothered and panting in ways that have nothing to do with physical exhaustion.

But it feels so good…

His owner’s approach is less personal. His shots fall clean and take out several foes at a time, his figure elegant and so graceful he looks like a god among savages. He is power incarnated, cold and burning like a sun at the same time… and Steve tries not to focus on him when they are fighting together, least his knees go weak and his technique falters. It’s fine though. They will go home afterwards and his owner will fuck him on the hard floor, with most of their gear still on and a vicious grip in his hair.

[thesharondefenseleague]

Gonna be polite and rant under a keep reading because this shit is so tiresome.

TL;DR this is Marvel continuing to do what it does worst and getting praised for it because it’s Marvel.

Marvel needs to start hiring actual writers. Actual good fucking writers and storytellers who know what they’re doing. Not people doing tricks because “omg what if we catch our audience off guard wouldn’t that be sick!!!”

Agent Carter season two did the same thing and I hated it then. You cannot. Hope. For a next season.

Fully aware of there being a Cap 4. A movie ≠ a tv show. That’s at least half the runtime.

They had ~5.5 hours of material to have consistent characters and a solid story and didn’t.

Sam’s story wasn’t about Sam finding himself half of the time. It was killing time to the sixth episode.

Bucky was finding himself, but he was giving a tether that episodes one and especially two established that he’s tightly tied to (therapy) with jail time as a consequence. Somehow doesn’t matter after episode two because no more jokes to make there and we remembered that he needs to jet around the other hemisphere.

Karli knew what she wanted and she made the most sense, but her henchmen would flip back and forth about wanting to actually participate and die, which never mattered because they always did it anyway! Why show conflict if there’s zero payoff ever! If they don’t want to die for the cause, say it, don’t show them enthusiastically participating in the next scene as if that didn’t happen.

Isaiah is a good character that did nothing wrong. He deserves a three-part series about him, then Josiah, then Eli.

The Dora Milaje were the smart characters who knew not to trust a N@zi. Love that. But they owed Sam and Bucky nothing. Sam and Bucky are for sure in debt to them.

Sharon.......... you mean you had a N@zi and somehow she still got the villain arc. She’s the only character who plays the rules of the game and actually understood the consequences (she wasn’t wrong to kill Karli, but I hate that Marvel kills off every villain, and she would’ve been a good one to keep, though this could lead to her being a martyr and strengthening the movement), so I’ll give the writers that much. But she literally got shot and the show didn’t care for the next ten minutes. Fuck, Sam didn’t even seem to care. He was too busy giving Karli a Jesus moment. It was literally yadda-yadda’d off. Just the laziest choices. And if EVC isn’t brought back again, I’m doubling down on how stupid this is. For her fans, this is good because they set it up that Sharon has to return. The storyline that they set up needs a resolution, and I’m not liking how it will likely end. If they don’t, and this is where it ends, then fuck this villain choice even harder.

John Walker. He was set up in episode two to be someone who wants to help and works for the greater good, three goes south, four and five he’s the clear villain, and then we go back to episode two John for the finale. He was, up until the last episode, the best written character. Then they ruined it and he became the worst written. Actually second-worst. You know why?

Fuck the Contessa. Walking exposition dump. JLD was phoning in that performance like she was in the high school play and performing for the back row. She shouldn’t have been included. She did nothing for the story except say something kind of racist to John’s wife.

I still don’t like how Lemar died. I still don’t like that he was a prop for John’s story. But it’s true to all Cap stories, that everyone important to you just does whatever you say with no fight and then they’re discarded when the story is over it.

Half of the dialogue was holding the audience’s hand and talking down to them. Explaining everything twice, half of everything Sam or Zemo said was exposition. The first, second, and fifth episodes were so poorly written. Only a Marvel director would let you get away with that level of bad writing. I mean, WV had seven good episodes before it tripped up, but FatWS kept tripping every few steps.

Once again, another Captain America property whose success solely relies on the cast being extremely talented actors and having amazing chemistry.

Get better writers.

~Mod R

[the-moon-prince]

The Last Of us~Kurapika x Reader ~Chapter III

 AN: Hi my lovely fellows!

I finished the third chapter! Made with love and care for your enjoyment. I know this one is shorter, and I'm sorry. But I trust you will like it despite that detail! I made it extra fluffy, after the angst of the anterior, we all deserve a sweet.

I wish you a pleasant read, and I hope you’ll enjoy the new chapter of my story.  (Chapter I) (Chapter II) (Chapter IV coming soon!)

Paring: Kurapika Kurta x GN! Reader

Word count: 2 111

TW: None!^

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It was clear something changed in Kurapika after that night. It didn't go unnoticed by Melody. She noticed in the rhythm of Kurapika's heart that the man's grief was lighter. Not to mention discreet short glances the young man sometimes gave (Y/n) when they were in the same room or how he tended to stay closer to them. Kurapika's heart longed in the days when (Y/n) was not at the Nostrade mansion. 

And for Kurapika? He was neither oblivious of that change. He taught about how (Y/n) would serve him tea or coffee each time they did for themselves. He noticed the characteristic small manias no one else appeared to remark about (Y/n); like the silly way they stood with their hands in front of their chest when nervous, they touched their hair when they were concentrating on their work. Or even their nervousness around crowds. Despite the warmth that thoughts about (Y/n) gave him, they also filled him with doubts and fear. That person saw a side of him that very few had seen. On one hand, it made him feel less lonely, and he shared the burden of his soul with someone who, seemingly, comprehended him. On the other, it was his ugliest side. Don't get me wrong, at no point did he believe his cause was erroneous. It was the fear of lowering his defenses further, which had allowed him to survive so far, to at the end losing someone dear again.

There laid the dilemma. 

~

On Saturday evening, as was customary (Y/n) went to "keep her company"-as Neon referred to her therapy. Neon, her bodyguards, and (Y/n) were in the girl's room; while she just played with her stuffed animals. Neon being herself, talked a lot about her pastimes and trifles. And then it happened. The trigger pulled. "You know, (Y/n) you're dumb sometimes." Neon said directly in the face of the mentioned. Kurapika did not appreciate the insult to his "darling"- Being his boss he couldn't face Neon directly nor punch her, although the desire was not lacking. In the end, Kurapika ended up saying, with a slightly irritated tone, sincerely "Neon, it's time for the pause, we'll all go take a breath" Without Neon giving any value to the subject, she permitted everyone to go. (Y/n) sticking to their routine, headed to the employee kitchen to prepare coffee, and began to boil water. Kurapika also followed, aspiring somehow to comfort them-only something lost in how- stated "That was rude. Are you upset?"

(Y/n) turned to see him, inclined their head, smiled, and denied "No at all! She's right. When I was a child, someone throws a rock at my head, and I ended up like this." - responded teasing, possibly to relieve Kurapika's worries- "Plus, it's not her fault... I mean... she said it, but she's entirely unaware of the impact of her actions on others... Not because she's mean, I'm not trying to be impolite."- they added, gaining a disconcerted look from Kurapika.-"Neon has a dissociative disorder. She has lived in her distorted bubble all her life. Consequently, she disconnected from the consequences that her actions may have!"- (Y/ n) explained excitedly to Kurapika. Their enthusiasm, more than their tone of voice, was also reflected in small movements that (Y / n) made with its hands. Inadvertently, Kurapika smiled, considering their enthusiasm adorable. To finally recognize how charming (Y/n) was to him. 

~

Kurapika was sure he wanted to decide the whole condition with (Y / n), but he was still confused about what to do. He inferred that the wisest choice was to request advice. Next, he led towards the only other person he recognized as his friend in that place. Melody knew that Kurapika was young and inexperienced after all.

"I'm unsure about what to do, Melody. They've greatly helped me with something crucial to me, and I'm appreciative. (Y/n) is charming to me. They're so patient, thoughtful, and kind. I enjoy their company.

But what if it's not worth the trouble? It's illogical; we have known each other for roughly three months. They might not accept it or disappear. I can't permit myself to get disturbed." -Kurapika voiced all the insecurities he had. After a moment of meditation, Melody replied.

"I believe you like them. (Y/n) appears to make you happy, that's true. When they helped you, did they judge you, did they left?"-Melody tried to make Kurapika question his insecurities.

"Not at all; they were pretty reliable."-Kurapika answered, staring away. Melody gave him a sweet smile and continued-"If they proved themselves trustworthy, they merit a chance. I think you deserve to allow yourself a chance. I believe it will do good for you."

"Thank you, Melody." And he returned a sincere smile.

Likewise, Kurapika decided to take his chance. 

~

Already 7:30 pm and the workers of the Nostrade house were leaving. (Y/n) was preparing their bag when they felt a slight touch on the shoulder. Kurapika quickly took a step backward when (Y/n) instinctively shrunk in surprise at his touch. They promptly looked at Kurapika, who cleared his throat before speaking. "(Y/n) do you care to stay a little longer. I require to tell you something."

The mentioned one gave their sign smile as they hummed and nodded-"Sure!"

"Accompany me to the kitchen please, it will be quieter." request (Y/n) fulfilled. Already in the empty room, Kurapika took a deep breath. So many details made him nervous at the minute. He doubted himself. He had no idea how to approach sentimental topics.

(Y/n) 's gaze was on him, but without meeting his eyes. Which caused him to not decipher what they were thinking. He had no idea if they would reciprocate, get angry, or react. If there was something that intrigued and delighted Kurapika, was (Y/n)'s way of being. For him, it was mysterious and transparent at the same time. Genuine but selective in what they showed. And he wanted to ascertain more.

"(Y/n), since our time together has been relatively short, this may seem illogical to you. However, for me, it has been remarkably important and enjoyable. So I reasoned: I like you." 

(Y/n) still without seeing him in the eyes and without changing their smile, blinked a pair of times and sang, tilting their head "Thank you! I like you too; you're quite nice as well!"- Maybe they were a bit foolish after all...

"No, no! It's not that... I mean... I also do like you. I alluded to like you romantically." the young man amed to the person in front of him. Whose eyes widened making and making an O with its mouth. And while a flush creeped their cheeks , also rectified. "I do... too... like you romantically."-(Y/n) proceeded to put a hand on their forehead, the face visibly darker and embarrassed, to tremble-"I... That is much more logical... I am very sorry...I'm truly ashamed. I'm not good at those subjects!"

As (Y/n) felt bad, Kurapika also felt bad. He raised his hands, shaking them and little in denial "It's alright, it's alright. Worry not!" It was an embarrassing disaster. But they were a disaster together.

After some shame whines, (Y/n) sigh and continued "In this case, please allow me to invite you to morning tea tomorrow. It's the last I can do. I beg you." In an attempt to not make things more awkward, Kurapika quickly but joyfully added -"It would be splendid!"- to obtain a -"Marvelous!"- from his newly obtained sweetheart. They both went home ashamed. If something is clear, it is that neither of them stopped thinking about that event throughout the night. Also that the more they reflected on it, the more fortunate they felt.

~

The date was settled! The sole issue was that, due to the embarrassment, they both forgot to arrange an hour. And they both felt ridiculous. 

Kurapika wondered what time would be proper to present, to ultimately arrive at 9:30 a.m. While (Y/n) was waiting for him since 8:30, worried they were going to be late. Since (Y/n) always wore some kind of embroidered floral ornament, Kurapika assumed they liked flowers. And showed up with a bouquet, plus it was the first time (Y/n) saw him with his traditional Kurta clothing.

"Good morning (Y/n). I bring you these, I hope they'll be of your taste." Kurapika greeted, handling the flowers. The (h/c) gladly accepted them as they made a sign to come in.

"Greeting Kurapika! They're splendid. Please come in and get comfortable." they told. Kurapika sat on the couch, and (Y/n) arrived with two cups, a teapot, and a kettle. "Do you prefer tea or coffee?" 

"Tea, please." followed by the answer, (Y/n) poured tea into the cups and sat next to Kurapika. As if it were a silent understanding, neither mentioned anything regarding the incident on the schedule.

"I like your clothes. They are gorgeous!"- a little remark that touched the boy, who muttered a gentle -"thank you." Kurapika reflected a lot about his choice to confess, but he never repented it. The warmth he felt in that moment was pure for him. 

(Y/n) raised his hands to their chest and, fidgeting with their fingers, modestly asked -"I apologize if my inquiring is stupid, but... are we lovers?"- They had their gaze concentrated in their hands. The first thing that people usually think of when meeting (Y/n) is that they were a serious, refined, and intelligent character. This was partially true, but it had a somewhat childish side, more intimate, and it was what Kurapika was witnessing at the time.

"Naturally," he answered.

"I'm sorry if I don't fulfill your expectation for me. You are the initial lover I have. In fact, also my first friend." Despite being a relatively sad statement, (Y/n) had their grin stamped on their inclined face. That smile. That it always seemed the same regardless of the emotion her voice conveyed, with certain narrow exceptions. Kurapika felt the obligation to if they were blue, comfort (Y/n). Just like they had done. 

"I discerned that you invariably smile, and the smile is identical. Can I request an explanation?" He asked, knowing what his goal was. His partner was a bit uncomfortable with the question and shrugging their shoulders uttered.

 "It's quite complex to elucidate... I have some challenges expressing emotions to others. Not because they are not explicit to me.  Just my facial expressions don't mirror my sentiments.

Regularly, in addition to smiling, I can take a serious aspect. It does not cause me much trouble, since people consider me as someone friendly- not that I am not. Though may cause others to judge me uncanny. I'm sorry if it's the case." 

"Do not apologize. It doesn't appear eerie to me." Kurapika assured with a sweet smile. (Y/n) looked him in the eye again, showing their happiness in their distinctive way.

"You are a kind person, thank you." following their remark, the room fell into a comfortable silence. Kurapika and (Y/n) were two shy souls enjoying each other's company. Although everything happening was alien to both of them, they appreciated it.

They needed a little kindness and company, which they seemed to have finally gotten.

Who could have guessed? Neon did something helpful for once!

[satrangee-ray]

Meet my MC: About the Present

Inara Hepburn (she/they)

More below the cut—

Career:

Inara has recently taken over as the Leader of the Diagnostics Team, Bloom Edenbrook, from the former DT head and current Chief of Medicine, Dr. Ethan Ramsey. Applications for the fourth open position has been received, (Landrat had applied, lol), and after a consultation with the Chief and the board, Dr. Aquino (immunologist), who had previously been considered for the same position has been recruited.

With Bloom's complete withdrawal of control from the functioning of any internal teams, Inara has brought back the voting procedure for selection of cases. So, unless there's any emergency in which the leader needs to make an immediate decision, all cases accepted shall now require the consent of majority members in the team. In case there's a 2-2 situation, the case which the leader sides with gets selected. 

On days when she gets lesser or easier cases, Inara makes time to visit Baz and Elijah in the research lab and enquire about their latest mind-blowing discoveries. Though she will never consider shifting to full time research, she had had too much fun interacting with the mice on her first time there, and she wants to know more in that department.

Inara is also working on a third book, their first non-fiction one, specifically a memoir to document their 3-year long rollercoaster ride of a residency. The book is called 'Hepburn's Stethoscope'.

They have a verified, monetized YouTube channel, and a Pictagram page, where they post assertive, informative, and satirical content regarding the healthcare industry, myths and loopholes, as well as the queer community, its current socio-economic-cultural standing, practical ways to deal with queerphobia, and allyship. The full sum of money obtained from these are donated to a Boston based queer charity Inara works closely with. 

Friends and family dynamics:

The only relatives in her bloodline, i.e. her aunt's family, occasionally converse with her virtually. Though she never goes into talking much about her feelings, they are more or less aware of her whereabouts.

Vaani and Ayan continue to remain thick as thieves with her. The three still obsessively share every single detail of their lives with each other in their group chat. 

Apart from their two closest friends and a personal diary, Inara had always found small talk worthless, and most other people unsuitable for a meaningful conversation, let alone deep personal bonds. But after Edenbrook, everything has changed. Now Inara has a whole gang of friends comprising themselves, Sienna, Jackie, Aurora, Elijah, Bryce, Rafael and Kyra. They are all like a set of long lost siblings, somehow united by medicine, destined to share the most wholesome bond for an entire lifetime.

Naveen is the cool grandpa Inara didn't know they needed, and over music and teasing Ethan, they both have grown quite close. At work, the trio is often called the 'three musketeers of Edenbrook' by their colleagues. They are known for conquering mysteries that conquer humankind through generations. 

Relationship with their LI:

There is no doubt that Inara's path to getting together with Ethan, or even initially forming an honest friendship, was rocky. There were too many walls built up around both of them, and disintegrating every single one took time. But by the end of Inara's second year, they both had managed to start officially dating. After a year now, they are in a committed relationship, co-parenting their pup Jenner. 

Ethan had popped the moving in question at the end of her residency, and Inara was initially hesitant, cause as much as she wanted to stay with her partner, she didn't want to reside in someone's house free of any monetary contribution from her side. After several discussions regarding this matter, the couple decided to let Inara fund most of the domestic groceries, and hence they moved into Ethan's condo together.

As individuals, Ethan and Inara are extremely similar in certain aspects, and vastly different in others. Their morals, principles, limited social energy, outlook on the medical industry, and political views could easily align with each other; to some extent even their part time pessimism when it comes to themselves. But their go-to drink orders, general music taste and tolerance level for interns might qualify as some things that two might differ on. They try to keep up with the best of both worlds, though! Inara accompanies Ethan on opera dates, Ethan reads and marvels at translated lyrics of Rabindra Sangeet. They tried swapping their patent cosmopolitan and scotch neat at the bar one evening, only to spit out the very first sip they took, and Inara had conducted a whole orientation for Ethan on why intern wrangling is essential, enriching, and to be conducted with grace.

The nicknames they have for each other are oddly time, place, and mood specific, so here we go–

1. Ethan @ Inara: Darling, Love (on a usual day); Nars (when he's just so done with them), Rookie (on special occasions, when he can't help but be overwhelmed by their sheer brilliance, or the magnitude of his unadulterated love for them).

2. Inara @ Ethan: E (all day every day), Ramsey (posing a challenge or threat purposes); Baby (teasing purposes); literally any and every ethyl group compound under the sun (purpose of expressing annoyance, greater the annoyance, longer and more complicated the compound).

It is no secret that both Ethan and Inara have had a pretty troubled past, and the hurdles along their relationship have only resurfaced the trauma. So, they have mutually decided to enter therapy, and they both believe that moving forward, it would help them build a future together based solely on love, trust, and honesty, devoid of any baggage from the past.

That was it! My entry for today... tell me how you liked it. I'm enjoying this moodboard making way to much for my own liking, watch me be obsessed ya'll. Good day <3.

Tagging: @openheartfanfics @adiehardfan @barbean

[thejosh1980]

Time after time...

Lately I've been thinking about my ex... and it's been good for me...

As with many relationships, it had its fair share of troubles and in the end, was too unhealthy to withstand. We've been apart for over 2 years, and both of us have been in new relationships for a similar length of time. I know my new relationship is great and right for me, I hope the same for her...

I wrote about “Grumpy” a while back, it was written in part to vent some frustrations, but for the most part that blog entry was about processing my feelings and thoughts, and letting go...

Today, I think I am one step closer to that that place, the place where I am at peace.

Many of us have been there or seen it before, post breakup negativity. Somehow that person you once loved whole heartedly, has become a point of reference for all that is evil in a relationship and break up. How could that be? I loved her, deeply. I cared for her and her well being. I cared for our relationship's wellbeing. How is it I can go from love to hate so quickly? How could she?

Actually with Grumpy, it was a slightly different story. I didn't hate her, ever. I broke up with her out of necessity and our wellbeing. She may see it differently, but I'd ask her, like I did back then, “are you truly happy in this relationship?” I didn't leave her for someone else and I didn't leave her impulsively. I did not hate her. I didn't even dislike her!

I loved her.

However, I did dislike her behaviour, in fact sometimes, I downright hated how she behaved, during and after our relationship. Sometimes I disliked how I behaved too, many many times I hated myself for how I behaved.

I'd say it's a 50-50 split. We both could have behaved better.

During my years in regular therapy, I talked a lot about the relationships in my life. Often it was about my Dad, which is interesting because we weren't very close. Why was it so important to me to have a strong, deep and meaningful relationship with my Dad? Why was I always so deliberately wishful, hoping that he'd be who I thought he should be? A Dad...

(That's another blog for another day).

Or we'd talk about my sister... We didn't have a deep and meaningful relationship. One could almost say it's estranged, and has been that way since we were teenagers really. Why discuss her all the time? Is she really that important to me?

We'd sometimes talk about my band members and how I was often frustrated we weren't getting anywhere fast enough... Could someone else in the band put in a little effort too please? Why aren't we touring 150 nights a year? Why isn't the radio playing our songs?

The list of relationships we discussed could go on, but the point is, through the discussions about my relationships, I was really learning about myself and how I feel about the relationships around me. I learnt about response and reaction being 2 different things. I learnt about expectations.

What I ultimately learnt, in most cases was, I loved the person deeply, but I disliked some of their behaviours. I learnt that the problem was often with the behaviour, not the person. Maybe you've heard it before, “hate the sin, not the sinner”?? I also learnt, the problem and solution starts and ends with me! I am the one who can be in control (of myself), if I wish to be.

How? Well that's the hard part!

Eventually we got to the issue of my then current partner “Grumpy” and our relationship. By unravelling the techniques, skills and tools that my therapist helped me understand in my other relationships, I figured out it truely wasn't working out with Grumpy, and something had to change... Most likely that change had to come from me.

Cutting to the chase; I decided to break up with her. I did it really to help us both. We both weren't in a good place, the relationship was in a terrible situation, and while I feel that I tried to make it work, and so did she, it definitely wasn't and didn't show any signs of improving.

It's been over 2 years, and I'm still processing our relationship, can you believe that? Mind you, we were together for 7 years, and we experienced a lot together. If I was to deny we had any problems or continue to play the blame game, I would probably be “over it” by now.

Recently my brother has been in touch, which has been amazing. He's been going through a few bumps in life and has asked for big brother advice, which I'm not too keen to express. However, I am more than happy to discuss my experiences and during these discussions Grumpy has come up a few times...

I had a few revelations...

I realise we weren't always as bad as the post break up negativity aimed towards me felt. When we broke up, all this evil came out, and it felt that that evil was really the meat and bones of our relationship. That wasn't the case now was it? We were good. OK, not all the time, but there were moments, weeks and even months when we were good. It wasn't all fights, arguments, evil, aggression and manipulation... There were moments of love, happiness, connection and laughter.

We did have a lot in common. We enjoyed a good rock and roll party, we enjoyed dancing, for a time there we really really enjoyed drinking, we enjoyed raising our 4 pets, we enjoyed buying and listening to vinyl records, we loved adventures, walks, stand up paddle boarding, travel and more...

We actually had some good stuff going on...

However, the one thing most important to me was good clear and solid communication. We lacked that... and that caused a lot of our problems, pretty much most of them. Without that communication we lost trust, respect, connection and love.

During the conversations with my bro I came to realise, I wish her all the best. I wish her no harm. I want her to live a full and good life (according to her values). I want her to find love, happiness and joy.

I love her.

No, I don't mean that “I'm in love with her” stuff... I lost that connection before we broke up, but I do love her in the sense that she deserves a good life, she deserves happiness and if I see her again, I will first look at her with fondness, joy and love.

I don't hold any grudges for denying my request to be the sole parent of Mijita. Some days that's harder than others to say, to think or to express. Deep down, I don't hate her for that decision. I'm disappointed, of course I am, I loved our puppy and would have moved heaven and earth to have her with me, but I do not hate Grumpy for the decision.

I'm learning to be at peace. To “let it be”.

The other day, I mentioned her to some friends, I brought up the fact I didn't have Mijita here with me and I still felt sad about that. After all, I'm only human, I miss my dog. Someone quietly called Grumpy a bad name. I immediately felt angry... How dare they!!! While I firmly believe I have the right to put her down for anything that happened to me during or after our relationship, no one else can!

It showed me that they don't have the capability to forgive, or to remain neutral in a situation outside of their experiences. I can appreciate the person was trying to show solitude and connection, but they don't have that right to call her a name. It's up to me, and I most certainly do not and will not call her a bad name (other than Grumpy, but that's really just to protect the innocent).

Just over 2 years after I stopped drinking and I had to learn, I still wasn't over learning from my experiences while I was drinking! Why did I drink? What was the good? What was the bad? Did I hurt others? Was I hurting myself? Why did I hurt myself?...

What I mean to say is, I was still learning about myself.

Now it's ironic how a similar timeline is at play here with my past relationship. 2+ years on, and I'm still learning about myself, the experiences from the past, my relationships and how they shaped me then and now.

Time heals?? Maybe, but only if you want it to.

You have to be willing to look at yourself, really look deep inside, find those insecurities, those problems, those thoughts that do you no good, and consider changing them. Then you have to actually implement those changes. It's all one day at a time, and often one (very) small step at a time.

If you work on it, work on yourself, and with enough time you may see things more peacefully.

That's my experience.

I think that's called forgiveness.

Thanks for reading, Josh

[cruelgcd]

Imma put this under a read more and with a hundred tags about how this is an anti post about someone who disliked this season particularly and if you read it even after all the disclaimers and got offended then that’s your own personal problem and should go to therapy probably

first of all let’s start with how fucked up is that they did Michael, THE PRINCE OF HEAVEN, GOD’S RIGHT HAND, THE LEADER OF GOD’S ARMY so much dirty in this season.

Like, it seems like they literally went “oh, what’s the opposite of the ‘uwu lucifer’ we have built??? well, A SHITTY MICHAEL!” And I MEAN IT, FOR REAL, seems like they looked up “lucifer traits” and went with exactly the opposite.

lucifer: charming, perfect posture and stance, can make the room where he walks in his, has a new found love for humanity, pristine white wings, apparently his siblings’ favorite, english accent, self-loath

michael: odd-behaviour, apparently has some sort of shoulder issue???, awkward walking after he stops impersonating lucifer, hates humanity, black wings, his siblings hate him apparently, american accent, jealous of lucifer’s ‘success’

how the fuck did you saw The Archangel Michael’s lore and thought ‘lets ignore AAAALLL of this and create him in comparison to our main character as an opposite’

SECOND, what the fuck was that lilith bullshit??? Like, imagine being the first woman, mother of demons, immortal and better than the humans created after adam and eve.... and giving it all up to live a common mortal life just because you saw the magics of heterosexual love???

Like, ok, let’s say it makes sense somehow and she lives a human life, WHY THE FUCK INTRODUCING HER AND KILLING HER THE NEXT EPISODE FOR ABSOLUTELY NO REASON????? But wait, there IS a reason that takes me to point number

THREE, Mazikeen’s feud against Lucifer.... AGAIN. A-FUCKING-GAIN, HAVEN’T WE HAD THIS PLOT OVER AND OVER AND OVER THROUGH FIVE FUCKING SEASONS?????? Why the fuck is Mazikeen’s entire life revolve around Lucifer’s presence AGAIN!?!?!?!? after all the help and self-love she’s been taught, you reduce her to wanting to have a soul WITH THE SOLE PURPOSE of searching for a sOuLmAtE

NEWSFLASH ASSHOLES, YOU DON’T NEED ROMANTIC LOVE TO BE SUCCESSFUL AND HAPPY IN LIFE, HOLYSHIT

Imagine being reduced to your aching need for romantic love (which is also the reason why they took Eve away for absolutely no fucking reason.

FOUR, l know the entire show has always revolved around the sooooo loved cishet white ship: D E C K E R S T A R~ But holy fuck imagine focusing 8 fucking episodes on how their only goal right now is to fuck, can you believe??? (also where the fuck was trixie the entire time while chloe was with lucifer 24/7???? oh right, hanging with Maze to get the truth about lilith from lucifer, cause that’s what kids are for)

And also the whole “archangels’ abilities aren’t real its just humans reflecting their desires/fears/faith/etc.” and how lucifer was able to turn it on (regaining invulnerability after being shot by Dan) and off (’giving’ his mojo to chloe through the strenght of heterosexual intercourse uwu) at will is such bullshit.

especially after Chloe at the end goes “if you have your mojo & invulnerability that means you don’t love me anymore and it’s tru cuz you haven’t told me u love me :’(” get out with this hetero manipulative bullshit!!!

also this is leading me to think the end game is gonna be lucifer just giving up on his ‘immortality and powers’ in order to be with chloe (which we just were shown it’s something you can do apparently, just see lilith lol) and how there’s nothing stronger than love. heterosexual love.

Honestly i’m not surpised and not even disappointed because i’ve seen the descent of this show’s coherence since season 2, at this point, just like with supernatural, i’m just waiting for the end so we can be free of this misery.

[dangermousie]

I really really love Baona now. She is a very absolute person who now decided to take Zhai Xing’s side and is no stops.

That smirk! This is the sole drama I’ve seen where he keeps goading her to kill him and is so disappointed when she doesn’t. “You are a failure, because you can’t kill me, dammit” - oh Wolfie. PS Do none of them realize that if he wanted to leave the bunch of dudes with swords couldn’t stop him even if he’s unarmed.

But she cannot. This kindness is what he fell in love with (I mean she saw a feral person in the woods and went “let’s make friends,” she saw the King’s pet killer and went “he’s fluffy”) but he gets more and more extra and more in more horrid pushing her to abandon the very kindness he fell in love with because he thinks she won’t survive otherwise and as he told her earlier, she has to treat an enemy as enemy no matter what because she needs to survive. Of course the question is what is the point - I mean this is how he survived but was it honestly worth it? He is trying to do to her when the King did to him (though out of love however messed up, the King just needed a tool) but even though he has no basis of comparison to realize how messed up it is, the viewer does. And actually, he does think the King loves him and I think he somehow internalized that the King did that out of love (!!!!) and so to him love and abuse go hand in hand; hell it’s an expression of love in his messed up head because he has no notion of normalcy; it honestly would have been better if King never faked that “I love you it’s for your own good” and the rest of the abuser mantra and was just “I hate you now go kill things.’

He is disappointed! OMG. There is not enough therapy.

Oh, Wolfie.

I mean, nobody protected him since he fell into the King’s clutches and before and after whoever tried caused misery and/or died (Xing’er with the cliff thing, First Brother.)