#honestly couldn't have asked for much more

[wileycap]

I think we in the A:TLA fandom have missed the absolute potential of the fact that Ozai Firelord is canonically a fucking idiot. I mean the dude's straight up stupid. And I want to be very clear that this isn't a plot hole, this isn't a flaw in the show, this is a fantastic and super realistic element that honestly enhances my enjoyment of it! Dictators are often stupid and breed a culture of cronyism-over-competence. Any similarities with real world leaders, dead or alive, are coincidental yet inevitable.

What do I mean?

Well, let's take the Drill. When faced with the problem of Big Wall, Ozai's Fire Nation comes up with Big Drill. One singular Big Drill. Which, as anyone except an idiot could have predicted, immediately breaks down and accomplishes nothing. And if the Fire Nation had made it past the wall, then they would have been fighting through a narrow opening against people who can hurl long distance rocks! Which, if your face or body is vulnerable to high velocity rocks, is a bad thing for you and also for the battle.

Not to mention the resource cost of that thing! It's so insanely gigantic, it must have cost the Fire Nation the equivalent of trillions. For ONE drill. Not ten smaller drills. Just ONE drill. (Fanfic fuel: how much did Ba Sing Se profit off of stripping that drill for parts? Did they reverse engineer it? Did Long Feng keep that for himself?)

And you might be thinking, fairly, that it was War Minister Qin who came up with the drill and you'd be right, but it's Ozai who's approving all this shit. Instead of doing the reasonable thing and asking Qin if he et the whole edible, or even the in-character thing of burning him to death, Ozai just goes... big drill. Makes sense. We should have the biggest drill, because we are the biggest nation. Drill, baby, drill. sorry

It's not the first time, either! He also approves Zhao's invasion of the North Pole, apparently just because Zhao is good at kissing ass and hates Zuko? I couldn't tell you what merits Zhao has. We do not see him lead a single successful mission. The closest he comes is Pohuai, and even then its the Yuyan archers who do most of the work. (My longstanding headcanon is that the reason we don't see the Yuyan archers again is because Zhao blamed the whole thing on them and they were disbanded. This is great fic fuel for displaced Yuyan archers just, wandering around, being elite.)

He approved a massive naval invasion of the North Pole, surrounded by and made of water and ice, inhabited by people who bend water. A nation that was, by its own choice, completely out of the war.

Every time we see Ozai doing something, it's something stupid. Like disfiguring and banishing his firstborn child in a culture that has primogeniture. And then (once he's done pissing away a massive fleet of ships) he does the logical thing and sends his only other heir to bring his first heir back - even though his first heir would have been willing to return with a simple invitation. Like he could have sent a letter saying "dear son come home miss u pick up 200 000 tons of steel qin wants 2 build a drill lol", and Zuko would have come. (Okay, he did have a valid reason for having Zuko escorted, since he thought Iroh was a traitor, but there's absolutely NO reason to risk Azula. Why not send Combustion Man? It's the luckiest stroke of luck ever that Azula is 100 times more competent than her dad.)

Of course, a dictator(-wannabe) sending his daughter on high-level diplomatic missions is pure fiction. Nobody would do that.

The best part of this is that it's entirely realistic and in-character. I could absolutely imagine Ozai purging all of his competent admirals and generals, and then promoting brownnoses like Zhao and crackpots like Qin, because they promised him glorious destinies and secret knowledge of Big Drill.

I also really, really want a scene of Zuko and Azula realizing that their father is a fucking idiot.

I would also like to note that all this stupid shit happens after Iroh leaves with Zuko. So, here's a headcanon: the only reason the Fire Nation didn't immediately implode when Ozai took the throne and purged everyone is because of Iroh. Iroh leaving with Zuko doomed Ozai. It's also a nice little drop of complexity in Iroh's character - he knew he was single-handedly keeping the Fire Nation afloat, yet he only left when Zuko did. Did he plan for Zuko to take the throne from the start? What was his plan before Aang showed up? Did he not intervene in the Agni Kai because he was afraid, or because he knew that Ozai was making a huge mistake and didn't want to interrupt? Give me chessmaster Iroh please.

[joshujin]

smile, s.coups

you take a photo with rapper s.coups at the met gala.

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the met gala isn't something you particularly enjoy attending, but every year, without fail, you're told you're invited and yes, you are going and no, as reigning "princess of the met," we cannot debate this. it's the trade-off for doing what you love and being who you are: no longer having a say and simply going where you're told to go, doing what you're told to do.

you honestly blame this on kwon soonyoung. he's been styling you since your popularity really started taking off, and when you got invited to your first met, it was his art that made you a viral topic for weeks on end. your name was everywhere. you couldn't give an interview without someone mentioning your met gala appearance. your third album released a few weeks later and thanks to the attention already on you, it nabbed you your first grammy nomination—and win.

and from there, for the last six years now, you haven't been able to escape this godforsaken party. and all because stupid soonyoung was just a tad bit too good at his job.

you don't want to sound ungrateful; you know being the topic of conversation at an event as big as this one year after year has opened a lot of doors for you—opportunities served to you on a platinum platter. but being at the met gala felt dystopian to you sometimes.

the blinding flashes, the demanding, almost primal screams of your name, the hundreds of thousands of dollars spent to throw the event, then the hundreds more spent on the fashion to attend.

it's a lot and it's not something you ever thought would be a priority when you first started creating music. but here you are, in line to walk the carpet with countless celebrities you still can't believe you are looped in with annually.

the nerves always make you near-despondent in the hours leading up to the event. you hardly talk to the staff that accompanies you—your assistant, manager, and soonyoung—you try not to make eye contact with anyone because you don't want to socialize until you're away from the carpet and away from the photographers, and you try to breathe slowly and deeply in a pathetically weak attempt to calm your heart down.

you fidget for the millionth time, and soonyoung adjusts whatever you fidgeted out of place for the millionth time.

"this is your sixth year," he murmurs gently as his eyes slowly and deliberately sweep up and down your body. you'd accuse him of checking you out if you didn't know that he was just admiring his own work. "this isn't anything you haven't already conquered. you're going to be great."

you give him the tiniest nod and he smiles, resting his hand on your arm briefly before stepping away. it's almost your turn. you raise your eyes and find yourself staring at grey hair. there's something familiar about his stature as the stranger steps forward, immediately welcomed with a wall of roars. it's as disorienting as it always is, but you catch his name early on.

"s.coups!" the name continuously echoes across the carpet.

"s.coups? the rapper?" you ask, looking over at your team, waiting for any one of them to answer. it's your assistant who does.

"yes, he's the ambassador for boss and it's his first time at the met," she steps up and recites it like it's memorized information.

no one ever asks her to, but she studies everyone on the guest list every year like she's in the devil wears prada. however ridiculous, you have to admit it is useful.

"huh," you say more to yourself than anyone.

you were familiar with the rapper and his work. you had even played around with the thought of reaching out to get him on a song, but the idea just never came to fruition. you've been too busy to do much of anything, let alone follow his career, but if the screams are any indication, the man's popularity has substantially grown since you first discovered his music.

it's a cacophony of his name, requests to turn, questions about his outfit, demands for a certain pose. your ear drums rattle at the noise. you're overstimulated. more than anything, you're impressed.

he moves forward to the next spot he's directed to, and you know that means it's your turn.

soonyoung hurriedly prepares your dress to fall the way he wants it to fall, to float where he wants it to float, to stun the world the way he always does. then, staff is waving you to your marker, and you comply, stepping forward.

the crowd gets impossibly louder, and you do your best not to flinch. you see s.coups freeze a little at the sudden increase in noise, and as you walk up to the marker, he turns around, eyebrows raised in curiosity at who could inspire this reaction. when his eyes land on you, it's clear he knows exactly who you are. his eyebrows settle as his lips curve into a warm and knowing smile that reaches up into his eyes.

for the first time in six years, everything is quiet on the carpet. for the first time, you're thankful for the flashes because it allows you to better see s.coups's face. his eyes. his insanely cherry red lips. for the first time, you're not thinking about how much you hate this part of your job or how badly you want to go back to your hotel room or if you'll make a fool of yourself trying to socialize inside.

all your brain can process is the rapper standing in front of you.

it all comes barreling back—the screams, the demands, the nervousness—when you feel soonyoung gently shove the small of your back with a tiny: "what the hell are you doing?"

"oh, sorry," you breathe as you take the last few steps to the tape on the floor.

you make sure you're standing where you need to be and when you look back up, his eyes are still on you, so you return his smile with a small one of yours. his becomes even wider. he turns back to the crowd of photographers, and you both pose for a few moments before the staff is ushering him to the next marker, and you to his current spot.

before he walks to where he's being asked to go, he grins at the photographers and shouts, "i know what you all are really waiting for!" and he makes a show of bowing away from the spot as you walk forward.

you can't help the amused giggle that escapes you, and even with all the sound, he seems to hear it because he looks up and smiles sweetly. you think he's done, but he suddenly offers his hand. and when you take it, not sure of where this is going, he escorts you to the space he was just standing in.

you kind of hope he'll kiss your hand too. that maybe it will leave remnants of his gloss on your skin and you can convince yourself he's real. but he doesn't, simply bowing his head infinitesimally before letting go and following the staff to his next spot.

but the photographers don't let you two get away with that. only a second or so passes before they're screaming at you two to take a photo together. you both try to ignore them at first, but they shout nothing else at you other than: "together! together!"

you sneak a look at s.coups to see that he's doing the same to you, making you both laugh. he tilts his head in question, and without answering, you walk over to meet in the middle. you expect to take the photo side by side, arms politely around each other's shoulders. maybe even just posing together with an awkward distance between.

instead, s.coups has his hands on your waist and guides you to be just a small step in front of him. he lets his left hand rest on your waist, his right slipping into the pocket of his pants. you're thankful that soonyoung's look required an insane amount of blush around your temples and eyes because your face feels like it's on fire.

he looks down at you once you're both positioned and he smiles. "this okay?" he asks quietly.

you nod. "yeah." you're not even sure if he can hear you. you can't force yourself to speak any louder. "it's okay."

he smiles. "good. can't have the princess of the met covered by a nobody like me."

you scoff. "you're definitely not a nobody."

"oh?" he tilts his head again, bits of grey hair falling into his eyes when he does. "and what makes you say that?"

"if you were a nobody, how would the princess of the met know you well enough to know she wants you on a track with her?"

his lips fall open in quiet shock, and you smirk and pat the hand that's resting on your waist.

"smile for the cameras, s.coups."

you don’t bother to wait and see the expression on his face when you reveal you know his stage name. you feel a little more in your element, turning back to the flashes just as a photographer shouts: "OKAY FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, CAN YOU TWO PLEASE LOOK AT US NOW?!"

a/n: short and sweet. just felt like writing something while i was streaming this stupid event waiting for seungcheol hehe. it ended up being for nothing bc i completely missed him (or the vogue stream didn't show him, i still don't know). edit: the vogue stream didn’t show him. RAGGEDY BITCH BEHAVIOR!!!! anyway, they definitely bang in some isolated bathroom in the museum far away from the party, but i didn't feel like torturing my single brain cell to produce smut today lmao

[taeyongdoyoung]

t-t-teach me

summary: college life sucks. but at least you get to study with the hottest guy on campus... pairing: soobin x reader genre: college au, slight angst, smut, colleagues to study buddies to lovers warnings: academic setting, studying, mild allusions to anxiety/insecurities, reader is older than soobin, kissing, praise kink, size kink, handjob, fingering, lots of touching, protected sex (gasp), manipulation if you squint but it's all consensual, some lyrics references as usual author's note: someone on social media commented that soobin's "t-t-teach me" part in love language lowkey sounds like "t-t-touch me" and i couldn't get it out of my head so here we are... word count: 2.2k

Your college life is pretty boring. Study, eat, study some more, eat again, sleep, repeat. So, when your most handsome colleague (in your humble opinion) asks you to help him study for the upcoming exams, you are tempted to agree.

"Pleaseee, Y/N," Soobin begs so cutely. The way his glasses are slightly tilted doesn't help your case. "I can even pay you!"

"I don't want your money, Soobin," you shake your head, determined to play with him a little longer. After all, it is not every day that such a hot guy acknowledges your existence.

"What do you want, then? I'd do anything, I really need to pass, my whole future depends on it."

"Well, shouldn't you have studied throughout the year?" you tease him. "Instead of, I don't know, partying or whatever it is you and your squad do."

"I don't even go to parties. I'm just in my dorm playing games all the time."

"Case in point," you tsk, pretending to be disappointed.

"Okay, I realize I should have taken the courses more seriously, but can you please consider it?"

"What's in it for me?"

"I told you already, the sky is the limit. Just t-t-teach me the material," he stammers sweetly. "When the professors do it, I literally can't focus and understand anything."

"You do realize this isn't an easy task, right? We have less than a month until finals. Even if I do help you study…I can't promise you'll pass."

"Where's your confidence, teacher?" Soobin pouts.

"I haven't agreed yet!"

"Oh, but you just did," Soobin is too adorable to say 'no' to.

So, this is how it starts. Every day, after your lectures end, you go to Soobin's dorm to study. You use every method that has been helpful for you throughout the years. Highlights, flashcards, quizzes, you try everything and anything in order to help Soobin understand the material. At the end of each week you prepare a short test that is meant to aid Soobin in revising the most important information. The first week, his results are disastrous. You honestly don't see any hope but you promised him you'd try your best so you keep modifying the material in order to improve his understanding. The second week, his results are still below average, but slightly better. By the third week, he has definitely reached the expected pass level.

"My God, Soobin, this is amazing progress!" you praise him honestly.

"Really? You think I'd be able to pass?" he asks, still worried about the upcoming exams.

"If you keep up the great work, you surely will," you are confident that he'll make it. "We have one more week until the first exam, I'm sure we'll manage to cover some more ground and revise the essentials."

"Yeah, I think there's still enough time to stick to the plan you made," Soobin nods thoughtfully.

"Here's an idea that might be motivational. If you pass all your exams, I'll reward you."

"Reward me how?" Soobin eyes you curiously.

"However you like."

"What about me paying you back?" Soobin reminds you of the original deal.

"You can just buy me dinner at that sushi place near the university," you suggest simply.

"Sounds good. I'll do my best to pass."

"I know you can do it!" at this point, you genuinely believe in him and are amazed to see how much he's improved.

The exam period starts sooner than you'd like and you now have less time for your study sessions with Soobin, prioritizing individual preparation instead. Honestly, you kind of miss seeing his pretty face every day and explaining things to him. Talking about the material out loud has been helpful for you, as well. The final exams pass by in a flash and now you only have to wait one more week for the results to come out.

"How do you think you did?" you ask Soobin on the phone.

"Ugh, don't ask," he complains. "Even though I felt like we covered all the material, having to explain it in my own words and provide examples was so draining. I have no idea how I did but don't get your hopes up."

"I see," you reply with a sigh.

"I'm not gonna ask how you did, because I'm pretty sure you nailed them," Soobin shuts down any possibility of boasting before it even started.

"Hey, the exams were pretty difficult for me, too," you mumble shyly.

"Yeah, yeah, talk to me again when you flaunt those 100 points."

"Just because I tend to get high results most of the time, doesn't mean I don't struggle," you express your feelings a little harsher than intended.

Soobin is stunned into silence.

"Sorry, that was insensitive of me to say. I guess I never realized how much effort you put into studying."

"It's okay, I'm used to being misunderstood," you answer sheepishly.

"Just because you're used to it, doesn't make it okay. Get some rest. You sure deserve it."

"You too, Soobin."

And with that, the phone call ends. Tensions run high as you anxiously check your email once every two hours for results. You probably care more about this than you should. Only this time your own results are not the only thing on your mind. You really want Soobin to be satisfied with the work he's done. Because you feel like you poured more energy into helping him and you would really hate to see him fail. Not only because you'd feel responsible for it, but because you genuinely like him and want to see him happy.

After what feels like forever, the results are out. Of course, you can only see your own due to privacy reasons. But you know Soobin has also received the same email as every other student. It is only the content that varies. You quickly check your stats and though you didn't get a 100 points everywhere, as Soobin jokingly suggested, you are still pretty proud of yourself. You eagerly grab your phone, meaning to call Soobin when you stop yourself in the last second.

What if he didn't pass all the exams? What if he doesn't want to talk about it? So, instead, you wait until he contacts you first. Luckily, you don't wait long.

"Come over" is the simple message he sends you.

You put on a jacket and practically sprint to his dorm. Is he okay? Is he inviting you over to celebrate or to drink his sorrows away? Your mind races and so do your legs as you near his room. A hesitant knock on his door. A quiet "It's open".

You cautiously enter and study Soobin's expressions in an attempt to read the room. He doesn't look depressed but he doesn't look ecstatic either. What's going on? You just need to know, the uncertainty is killing you.

"Do you want the good news or the bad news first?" Soobin asks you coldly.

"Uh…good news?" you mumble, feeling more nervous about whatever he has to say than about your own results.

"Good news is I passed all my exams. I got between 60 and 75 points on most of them."

"That's…incredible! Congratulations, Soobin!" you exclaim proudly. "I'm really happy for you! Wait…what are the bad news, then?"

"The bad news is…you promised me a reward," he whispers darkly.

"Why is that bad news?" you are utterly confused, as you sit down on the couch next to him. "You deserve to be rewarded, you worked so hard to accomplish this."

"That's true, but…I'm not sure you'll like the way I want to be rewarded."

"Anything is okay," you vow, not knowing what's in store for you. "I'll keep my word."

"Oh, I know you will," Soobin smirks and crashes his lips against yours, shocking you completely. Is this really happening? Did you just…both pass all your exams and are now kissing with the hottest guy in your university to celebrate?

"T-t-touch me," he begs so prettily who are you to reject him?

"Where do you want me to touch you?" you easily agree.

He grabs your hand and slides it under his shirt so that you are now caressing his abs. Fuck, his skin is so smooth and hard.

"You're so pretty," you mutter what you've been thinking every time you see him.

"I try to look my best for you," Soobin admits.

"Shut up," you shake your head in disbelief.

"Yes, teacher," he teases you.

"Don't call me that," you groan.

"What would you prefer? Ma'am?"

"Ugh, no, that makes me feel old," your eyes roll.

"Well, you are older than me. How about noona?" Soobin blinks cutely.

"Oh my God, do you ever shut up?"

"Touch me somewhere else," he doesn't ask this time, he demands. You don't even have the time to ask where he'd like to be touched before he's grabbed your wrist again and moves it right on top of his clothed cock. You're seriously gonna die. You're gonna die right in this moment and you won't even go to that cute sushi place. "Take my jeans off."

Your hands are shaking but you do your best to follow Soobin's orders. All your academic knowledge is completely useless in this moment. What you lack in practice, you try to make up for with enthusiasm. Stroking his length and licking him softly seem to do the trick and Soobin grows harder under your touch.

"Why are you so pretty?" you can't help but marvel.

"It's both a blessing and a curse," Soobin grunts loudly. "Wait, stop."

You immediately halt your movements, letting go of his cock.

"Did I do something wrong? Did I hurt you?" you ask nervously, almost getting teary-eyed at the thought.

"What? No, you're doing amazing, I just…didn't want to come yet."

"Oh, I see," you reply, even though you can't see shit. "When do you want to come?"

"Wrong question, teacher," Soobin disregards your preference for not being called that. But in this moment, you no longer care. "Replace the wh-word with another wh-word."

"Hmm," you ponder out loud. "Where do you want to come?"

"Inside you. If you'd let me."

"Erm, I'm not sure…" you try to find a polite say that you are not really interested in getting pregnant at this point of your life.

"Relax, I've got condoms," Soobin laughs at you gently. "We can save the risky activities for after graduation."

He's already thinking that far into the future?

Soobin touches your folds gently, trying to ease your worries.

"Does it feel good?"

"So good, Soobin," you confess.

"Yeah?" he smirks proudly, as his long finger stretches you open. "Bet I can teach you a thing or two myself."

"I believe you," you sigh wistfully, as you near your high.

While Soobin puts on protection, you try to think of a logical solution as to how this will work. Honestly, you are too wet to care but his enormous size is still intimidating. Your brain seems incapable of coming up with a formula, so you give up entirely. Thinking only makes it worse.

When he slides inside of you, the feeling is so overwhelming you need something to keep you from falling apart.

"Talk to me," you beg.

"What do you want me to talk about?" Soobin asks.

"Anything."

"Linguistics is the scientific study of language. The areas of linguistic analysis are syntax, morphology, phonetics and-"

"Oh my God, really?" you scoff in disbelief. "Exams are over, let's put that behind us."

"What's your love language?" Soobin wants to know.

"Probably words of affirmation. What's yours?"

"Same. Quality time, as well," he responds.

"Oh yeah, definitely," you agree.

"You're taking me so well," Soobin immediately puts the newfound knowledge to use.

"You're fucking me so well," you whisper sincerely.

And this is all it takes for you two burst in each other's arms, experiencing pleasure like never before.

Once you've dutifully helped clean each other up and are cozied up underneath the sheets, the time for a more serious conversation arrives.

"I don't wanna lose this," Soobin gestures in the air between the two of you.

"We can keep studying together," you reply dumbly.

"That's not what I meant," Soobin chuckles. "Wanna spend time with you. We don't have to be studying, we can watch movies and I can teach you how to play games and…other stuff."

"I like the sound of that," you smile warmly.

"Actually, I have a confession to make," Soobin blurts out.

"Oh?"

"Deep down, I knew I'd pass the exams somehow," Soobin whispers. "I just couldn't be bothered to study. Needed an excuse to get close to you."

You can't even be mad at him.

"I have a confession, as well," you say in return. "I agreed to help you because I wanted to know more about you. I could tell you're smart."

"Is it the glasses?" Soobin pouts adorably, tilting his head to the side.

"Nah, you just give off that…sexy nerdy vibe. Glasses or no glasses."

"I'll take that as a compliment."

"It is. From one nerd to another."

"I can live with that," Soobin flicks your nose playfully.

"You still owe me sushi, by the way. For helping you study."

"Oh, teacher. Sushi is not the only thing you'll be eating tonight."

The End

[justauthoring]

Necessary Clarification.

Request: Omg can we pls get a sanji comfort fic where y/n is a little insecure bc she notices sanji treats her differently than other girls, she thinks that maybe he doesn’t think she’s pretty enough thinks of her as one of the bros or something. Unbeknownst to her sanji is like madly in love with her and didn’t know to to deal or confront his feelings so when he finds out about her doubts he’s like running to her and putting those bad thoughts to rest. Requested by: Anonymous

Pairing: Sanji Vinsmoke x F!Reader

A/N: Sanji hurt/comfort???? Sign me up!!

Word Count: 2,636

Also, this header honestly doesn't relate to the fic at all but doesn't my man look so good??????

"Here you go, Nami-swan~! Robin-chan~!"

Trying to make your anticipation less obvious, you ignore the way your body instinctively shuffles as Sanji's voice carries across the ship. As usual, there's a sway to his voice as he calls out to the only two other female members of the crew, a tray of drinks in his hand.

Nami, Robin and you were currently sat by Nami's tangerines, chatting and relaxing under the hot sun. There was still a bit of ocean to cover before you all arrived at the next island to reset the log pose, so everyone on the ship was doing their own thing. You knew Zoro was training, as he normally did around this time, while Usopp, Luffy and Chopper were entertaining themselves somewhere on the ship as usual. You couldn't see Franky or Brook, but clearly whatever they were doing was enough to keep them occupied.

Of course, Sanji's "own thing" involved dining and serving the ladies of the Thousand Sunny to his best ability.

The drink he sets down in front of Nami is a bright blue, topped with ice and a straw and looking something sweet. Robin's drink, although milder, looks just delicious. Both drinks are served to the women with a swish and a smile from Sanji, as Robin nods in thanks and Nami oblidges Sanji's wishes with a gentle; "thank you, Sanji-kun."

He admonishes them with a bright grin, and then, finally, turns to you. The lovesick look in his eyes at your two friends softens into something more tame as he meets your awaiting gaze. You try not to make your hopeful gaze so blatantly obvious but by the way Nami and Robin are both watching the interaction, you figure you aren't be so subtle.

The final drink left on the tray is set before you, with a little less florish but still as presented as nicely. Anything Sanji made always looked delicious, so, that fact isn't all that surprising.

"And here you are, Y/N."

Just like that, the hope deflates. It might seem silly (and you know it is), but the lack of an affectionate honorific like Nami or Robin's makes your heart ache. And it isnt just that--Sanji's actions with you are much more serious and done with far less exaggeration.

You've watched, time and time again, Sanji all but bend over backwards for everyone woman he's crossed paths with. It isn't just your crewmates, but strangers and enemies alike. Sanji rarely didn't have heart eyes when a woman was in his sights and even more so was he ever not declaring his love, care and affection all in one breath at them. He'll call them the sweetest names, speak to them with the softest of tones, always filled with warmth.

But with you? He never did.

When he talked to you, he didn't declare his love for you. He didn't have heart eyes. You were always just "Y/N" and nothing else. He still did anything you asked, but it wasn't in the way he did Nami, Robin or anybody else.

You shouldn't care. And you probably wouldn't, if your own heart didn't soar for Sanji. But it did, incredibly and painfully so. You'd felt that way about him since you'd first laid eyes on him, way back when Luffy had first invited you to join the crew.

And although watching him all but drop to his knees and declare his love for a woman not five seconds later, your heart had already chosen him and you'd been unsuccessful in changing its mind.

But clearly, your feelings wouldn't be returned. Sanji didn't even think you pretty enough to treat you like the rest, let alone actually return your feelings.

Keeping your eyes trained on your drink, you nod; "thank you, Sanji." Your voice is small, muffled. You don't see it, but Sanji frowns at the clear upset tone of your voice, but he doesn't express his concern, meeting Nami's eyes whose strangely glaring at him before heading back to the kitchen.

The second Sanji is out of ear shot, Nami is leaning towards you.

"Y/N--"

"You know what?" You cut off before she can even start, suddenly pushing yourself to your feet as Nami and Robin blink up at you in concern. "I'm actually not feeling well. I think the sun is a bit too much. I'm just gonna lay down, I think."

You're standing before Nami or Robin can get a word in otherwise--albeit they try. You purposefully ignore their calls of your name, ignoring the slight pang of guilt at having not even drank the drink Sanji prepared for you.

But, really, if you thought about it, he probably just made it for you because he felt bad otherwise. Not because he wanted to like he did Nami and Robin. And certainly not because he cared about you in any romantic way.

Really, you should just get over your feelings for him. It was only hurting you more in the end anyway.

-

"Nami, I really don't--"

"Just trust me, please?"

Staring back at Nami, you sigh. You could never really deny her when she looked at you like that (or really ever), so you know you've lost even before the words leave your lips.

"Fine," you huff, letting her continue to drag you back onto the Thousand Sunny despite the nerves twisting your insides. Nami hadn't really told what it was she was planning, but you figured it couldn't be anything good.

Especially after she'd all but dragged you with her the second the Thousand Sunny had docked at a new island that morning. She hadn't given you a chance to argue otherwise or for anyone to even aid you as she pulled you off with her.

She'd ended up dragging you to a clothing store. The first one she could find. When you expressed her confusion, she'd made up some lie about wanting to gift you a new outfit for all that helped you'd given her during your last battle.

When you'd reminded her that the two of you had been separated, she'd simply shushed you. And when that clothing store didn't have what she wanted, she'd dragged you to a different one and then another until she was satisfied.

You knew better than to argue with Nami, so you'd simply let her doll you up in different clothes all day.

Now, with the sun setting and adorned in new clothes that seemed far too fancy for someone who lived on a pirate ship, she was dragging you back to the Thousand Sunny without a single explanation.

Your answer, however, is given to you the second her eyes fall on Sanji.

He turns at the arrival of Nami (because you knew his excited smile wasn't for you), eyes twinkling and grinning ear to ear, only to pause sharply when his eyes fall on you.

You feel vulnerable in a way you never had, chest tightening as you watch him take you in.

"Sanji," Nami calls, grinning ear to ear and purposefully lacking the affectionate 'kun' she adds to the end of his name. "Me and Y/N went shopping today."

Eyes flickering from you, to Nami, then back to you, Sanji visibly swallows. "I can see that."

There's the briefest twitch in Nami's jaw, a sharp sigh leaving her mouth as the rest of the crew watches in curiosity. Then, with a bit sharper of a voice, she asks; "don't you think Y/N looks pretty in her new outfit?"

You breath hitches, turning to Sanji as you wait for him to respond.

Only, he never does.

His lips part as if to say something, but no words leave his lips. His eyes flicker back and forth from you, to Nami, to something past you, clearly uncomfortable.

Something aches painfully in your heart.

"Sanji," Nami calls again, this time her voice has a tinge of anger as she finally lets go of your wrist and stomps towards Sanji. "Just what--"

But you stop her before she can finish, grabbing her by the arm and desperately trying to bite back the tears that threaten to fall from your eyes.

"Nami, don't... don't worry about it," you cut in, voice cracking at the end. Both Nami and Sanji's eyes snap towards you, but you focus on Nami, desperately trying to keep what little of your dignity you have left. "It's okay."

"Y/N, you don't--"

"No, please, stop," you all but beg. You know Nami is just trying to help, but it's only making things worse. And Sanji weirded out. "It's clear Sanji doesn't... Sanji is uncomfortable, Nami. So just drop it."

A tear manages to slip past your defenses and the humiliation burns in you.

Nami, parted lips and stunned, stares back at you, unable to say anything. You then realize how the rest of the crew is watching, and the look on Sanji's face as he stares back at you hurts even more.

Without a single look back, you turn and run off the ship.

-

Sanji watches you run off, bewildered.

The entire crew does and silence follows as your footsteps grow further and further away until you're completely gone. And the silence follows for a second more, Sanji still trying to process whats even happened, before Zoro lets out a huff;

"You're an idiot."

Turning to the swordsman, Sanji's eyes blaze; "what did you say, moss-head?" And he moves to step towards him, but he can't even move an inch before Nami is in front of him, the front of his button-up clenched in her fist.

And her eyes burn with anger.

"Nami-swan? What--"

"You absolute idiot!" She cries, eyes blazing as she glances up at him. Sanji's lips part, baffled, as he jerks instinctively away from the rage radiating off of you. "Does your brain just not work? Or is there nothing in there?"

"N-Nami," Sanji breathes, honestly a bit hurt. "I don't--"

"Nami," Robin calls, stepping forward as she sets a hand on the younger girls shoulder. "Perhaps we should--"

"No," Nami argues, shaking her head. "I've tried to be understanding, but now this is really hurting Y/N." She spins back to Sanji, "she's crying because of you, you idiot!"

"I don't understand--"

"You like her, don't you?"

Sanji's cheeks burn instantly, spreading to the tips of his ears as his eyes widen. "I-I--!"

"There's no point denying," Nami cuts him off (again). "We all know it."

And as if Sanji couldn't be any more embarrassed, the rest of the crew adds to her point by nodding. Sanji realizes then it's hopeless, so with a sigh, his head bows.

"I do," he admits, voice quiet. "I really like her."

"Well she thinks you hate her."

Sanji's eyes instantly widen, heart falling to the pit of his stomach.

"Why would--"

"Sanji," Robin calls, distinctively more gentle. "You treat her so different. You don't fall to your knees for her like you do us. Nor do you declare your love for her every other second. If I weren't aware of your feelings for her, I'd think you hate her too."

There's a million of thoughts that run through Sanji's mind then. Racing through them, too fast for him to properly understand. All that's made abundantly clear to him is that he's hurt you.

He's hurt you so bad.

And he has to fix it.

Nami, seeing the look on Sanji's face, finally steps back, letting go of him with a huff.

"Sanji!"

Jumping at the sound of his captains voice, Sanji slowly looks back up at him.

"Go find Y/N!" Luffy smiles at him, extending his hand towards him with a thumbs up. "We'll be waiting for you when you guys are ready!"

-

You know you should be heading back to the ship.

The sun had completely set and the crew couldn't afford to waste time on an island where you'd all already gotten what you needed. It was dark, you were alone and the outfit Nami had bought for you and made you wear was no longer warm enough in the cool night air.

But you were embarrassed. Humiliated even.

How were you supposed to go back and face everyone? Let alone Sanji himself? How could you ever look him in the eyes again after you had made your feelings so abundantely clear and he had made his so as well?

The way he'd just stood there? Staring at you? When you know had it been any other woman he'd have screamed of their beauty to the skies.

Sniffling, you hug yourself tighter, tell yourself you'd head back when you'd cried all the tears you had in you out. Only then would you face that embarrassment--when it was physically impossible for you to cry anymore.

A wave of wind brushes back, pulling a shiver up your spine as you curl into yourself. You're thinking you might have to cry these tears faster or find a shop that's open later, when a jacket falls around your shoulders.

It surprises you, pulling a gasp from your lips as you spin to see who'd snuck up on you.

The last person you're expecting is Sanji.

Tears still streaming down your cheeks, you jump back from you, pushing yourself to your feet as you desperately wipe at your cheeks.

"S-Sanji, I..." But your voice trails becaues you don't know what to say. His arrival here stuns you so stupid and in addition to the tears, you feel like nothing could possibly make this night worse.

"Y/N, I--"

"You don't have to say anything," you cut in, words rushing without thought. "Nami shouldn't have put you in that position and I shouldn't have run off. Luffy probably made you find me, right? I'm sorry. He--... Please, just, I'm fine so--"

"Y/N," Sanji interrupts you, "I don't hate you."

Jerking, your lips are left parted as you blink up at Sanji.

He takes your silence as an invitation to keep going. Hands held in front of him, he steps towards you. "I don't hate you and I don't treat you differently because I think you're... not worth it or anything like that."

Hands falling to your sides, you inhale sharply.

"I... I've hurt you," Sanji whispers, head bowed. "I hurt you and I'm so sorry. The truth was that I didn't treat you the same as other women because... well... the way I feel for you goes beyond how I feel for them."

Brows furrowing, you shake your head. "I don't understand..."

"I like you--no, Y/N. I think I'm in love with you."

Blinking, your breath gets caught in the back of your throat, shocked.

"And I didn't know how to handle those feelings. I've never... felt so strongly about a woman as I have you, Y/N. So I acted indifferent and... well, I hurt you." He lets out a heavy breath, eyes imploring and face sincere. "And for that I'm so sorry."

Shaking your head, you step towards Sanji, pulling his jacket closer around yourself. "No, Sanji, you don't have to apologize."

"But I do," he argues, "for ever making you feel any less beautiful than you are. Or for making you think I... hated you."

In a surge of surprise, emotion and want, you reach for Sanji, taking his hands in yours as you shake your head again. He steps closer to you, moving one of his hands to cup your cheek. "Come back to the ship with me, love. And I can show you how much I truly love you."

Heart soaring at the pet name, you lean into Sanji's touch, nodding.

"I want nothing more."

Smiling gently, Sanji caresses the skin of your cheek. "And Y/N?"

"Yeah?"

"I think you look absolutely beautiful."

[seaborgium-dazies]

I’m sorry for my language but your writing? SO FUCKING GOOD AH-

Anyway sorry for my outburst. If it’s alright I have a request! (It is NSFW)

Can I have Kirishima, Bakugou, Iida and anyone else you wanna put (aged up of course) with a reader who is just super horny

Like no reason whatsoever reader is ALLL OVER THEMMM and when they ask why reader is just like “because you’re hot and pretty and cute and I can’t believe you’re mine” or stuff like that? Anyway it is totally ok if not!

ooh I wanna love that man! mdni

a/n: Thank you anon!!!! That means a lot 🥹!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Sorry this kinda took long to write... The scenarios also derailed a little from the prompt you sent (💔) but I hope u still enjoy!!!! cw: college!au, f!reader, use of "girlfriend" and "boyfriend", making out, dry humping, pet names (baby)

now playing: that man - caro emerald <3 🌊: Deku, bakugo, kirishima, iida

deku:

The softness of dekus bed gave you comfort after what seemed like a neverending day of classes. And yet you were feeling more pent up than ever.

You were sitting pretty, your nipples perking through the fabric of your dangerously low cut shirt. But you really couldn't help yourself anymore.

Deku was enamoured by his notes when you decided to take the reigns. You scooted closer, feeling the heat radiating off of him. You pressed a quick peck against his shoulder, snuggling into his side.

At first deku just smiled without paying much attention. But the bolder you got the harder it was to ignore.

And when you whispered into his ear,

"Do you know what's crazy?"

"Hm?"

Kirishima:

"That I have the hottest, most sexy boyfriend ever."

dekus eyes widened and he turned to look at you. With every passing word the redness on his face intensified. Before he could respond you continued,

"Yes you heard me! You're so sweet and adorable and honestly so stunning"

Dekus brain was already in overdrive from your words but when you kissed his neck and sunk your hands into his hair? Deku.exe crashed.

His mouth was ready to form words but somehow nothing of substance left his lips. You couldn't help but chuckle at the utterly adorable display.

"Seriously I could smooch you for days!"

You pressed a kiss to dekus lips, temporarily melting together. A whine left his pretty lips and you felt like you were ready to combust.

"I can't believe you're mine"

And with those words you emotionally overstimulated deku so much (in a good way of course) that it took him hours to get his heart to stop beating wildly.

You have been watching kirishima work out for more than twenty minutes now. You were deeply focused on the sweat sliding down his defined muscles, all his gasps and groans like music to your ears.

And when kirishima discarded his shirt? You discarded your decorum.

His workout came to an end and he walked over to you, blissfully unaware of your voyeuristic experience just now.

He expected a quick peck to accompany your cheery "hello". The passionate kiss he got instead surprised him.

His lips parted in a shocked "o" and you slid your tongue into his open mouth immediately after.

Your hand found its way to his chest, resting atop of his heart. Kirishima pulled away looking at you as if he was waiting for an explanation.

"Is something the matter?"

You asked him while batting your eyelashes. Kirishima was searching for the right words but ultimately didn't find them

"Your eagerness surprised me...that's all"

"Oh well, it's hard not to be eager when eijiro kirishima is standing before you."

You pressed a few quick kisses to his lips while still feeling his body beneath your palms

"In fact it's IMPOSSIBLE to not be eager when you see such an incredibly hot and stunning person"

"Baby-"

Kirishimas voice cracked as you started pulling him closer, his body pressed against yours now.

A toothy grin spread across his face before he grabbed the hem of your shirt. He waited for your permission before pulling it over your head, peppering kisses along your neck to the valley between your breasts.

He playfully pushed you onto his bed, taking the delicious sight in.

"You're one to talk".

bakugo:

Bakugo was unusually annoyed by your affection today. And even though you knew that he was deep into a uni assignment you just couldn't stop loving on him. But he misunderstood that affection, thinking you just wanted to tease him.

You were peppering kisses onto his neck even after he let out a soft scoff and not soon after, he grabbed you by the shoulders as he vocalized his frustration,

"What's gotten into you? I need to get this done!"

Your sheepish smile made his eyebrow twitch, the look on his face demanding an explanation.

A deep blush painted your cheeks pink as you admitted,

"Nothing... I just happen to think your focused face is cute and seeing you so absorbed in your assignment made me so proud of being your girlfriend...."

Your words flipped a switch in bakugos brain. It's like you deleted all the words floating around and he had no other option but to blush as well.

"What? Are you surprised that I think you're adorable? You can't deal with the fact that you're so beautiful and hot I find it hard to control myself?"

You continued kissing his neck, whispering in-between kisses,

"These veins? And these muscles? ohhh~"

You exhaled shakily into the crook of his neck and a wave of lust tore bakugo from his flustered trance.

"Oh, is that so?"

In the span of a second he flipped you over and pinned you beneath him, pressing open mouthed kissed to your neck.

It didn't take long until he reduced you to an aroused mess, all the coherency zapped from your brain by the movement of his hips against yours.

The way his jeans dragged along the delicate fabric of your panties made your head fall back. And you both knew that you were about to have a very fun time.

Iida:

Lately you've been seeing Iida in his element: coordinating, instructing and sometimes almost commanding. Just the memory of his stern tone made you sigh dreamily and press your thighs together.

The hours of another shared afternoon were passing you by as lustful thoughts clouded your brain. You really couldn't hold back anymore.

You walked over to his chair and plopped down in his lap. Your hands snaked over his torso, feeling his muscles before you decided to nuzzle into his chest.

You scooted up against his groin in the process, leaving Iida dumbfounded - searching for words.

A proud smirk found its way onto your lips since Iida being speechless was a rare occurrence.

"Y-y/n what has gotten into you?"

Without looking up, you asked

"What do you mean?"

"Well... You seem... needy"

Iidas hushed voice made you look up and cock an eyebrow,

"Aren't I allowed to be?"

If Iida face wasn't red already, it sure as hell was when you continued,

"How can't I be all over you when you're this hot? When my perfect boyfriend has these perfect pecs? And biceps and ugh, you're just so perfect I can't-"

You nuzzled into his body again, but something was different. Tense. As if he was holding his breath. Concerned you looked up and asked,

"Are you oka-".

And before you knew it Iida smashed your lips again his. The force of his kiss knocked the breath out of your lungs. Vigorously you kissed him back, moving your aching cunt against his bulge.

The friction made you moan into his mouth. And Iidas flustered state was replaced by something else entirely. His determination and arousal were clear as day when you heard him say,

"Let me take care of you baby".

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[mediumgayitalian]

Found this on YouTube and thought I send it to you :)

see this is interesting. ive heard this take before and im honestly not sure how i feel.

part of it is like.....i love percy. i have a very hard time criticizing him for much of PJO (although there are few choice things -- his treatment of annabeth and rachel in the later books, for one) because of the sheer amount of good he did, intentionally, while enduring so much active and hostile sabotage. like, nobody told percy SHIT. he was confused all the time in a way no one else was because no one told him anything ever. and when he asked he was ignored or, worse, mocked. percy is at the core of him a deeply kind and caring person who was given the worst possible hand in every possible way.

every time percy is framed as the villain i really just think of sea of monsters tbh. frequently the least favourite book in the series, somehow, but that whole novel was percy desperately trying to work with the information he had to keep the people he loved safe, while his peers and friends were actively turning against him. i think people forget that, for the vast majority of his time at camp, percy was NOT beloved. he had friends, and he liked it there. but people turned on him pretty easily! they blamed him for thalia's tree poisoning, they scapegoated him for the gods' bullshit, they made his quests harder and belittled his accomplishments. percy was and always has been expected to save everyone's ass and then expected to sit there and take it when people list all the ways he could have done a better fucking job. i don't buy it.

percy was friends with michael. he was hurt when he died. he was hurt when ALL his friends at camp half-blood died; he considered the deaths of even those he didn't like as personal failures. percy always TRIED to help, even people he couldn't fuckin' stand. think of how often he has saved clarisse's ass, even though she actively tries -- and, over time, he learned to like the challenge -- to make his life miserable. like, percy didn't personally kill michael yew. he didn't disregard his life. he watched his friend die, too. all while the closest person in his life was bleeding from a poisoned dagger she took to protect him. and while the living embodiment of the end of times was destroying his home and every person he loved in it.

maybe im missing something. was michael not the one to know his own death coming? did he not die laughing, having asked percy to put the events in motion, knowing the sacrifice he was making?

i went back and checked. before michael even died, there was this, from percy:

A hellhound lunged and I sidestepped. I could have stabbed it, but I hesitated. This is not Mrs O’Leary, I reminded myself. This is an untamed monster. It will kill me and all my friends.

and then, a few paragraphs later:

I tried to wound his men, not kill. That slowed me down, but these weren’t monsters. They were demigods who’d fallen under Kronos’s spell. I couldn’t see faces under their battle helmets, but some of them had probably been my friends.

and for michael's death -- i was right. he sacrificed HIMSELF. he was friends with percy, too, and he knew the goddamn cost of letting percy -- their forced savior -- die. michael made a CHOICE. read it for yourself, i'll emphasize some of the more important parts:

I got unsteadily to my feet. The remaining Apollo campers had almost made it to the end of the bridge – except for Michael Yew, who was perched on one of the suspension cables a few metres away from me. His last arrow was notched in his bow. ‘Michael, go!’ I screamed. ‘Percy, the bridge!’ he called. ‘It’s already weak!’ At first I didn’t understand. Then I looked down and saw fissures in the pavement. Patches of the road were half melted from Greek fire. The bridge had taken a beating from Kronos’s blast and the exploding arrows. ‘Break it!’ Michael yelled. ‘Use your powers!’ It was a desperate thought – no way it would work – but I stabbed Riptide into the bridge. The magic blade sank to its hilt in tarmac. Salt water shot from the crack like I’d hit a geyser. I pulled out my blade and the fissure grew. The bridge shook and began to crumble. Chunks the size of houses fell into the East River. Kronos’s demigods cried out in alarm and scrambled backwards. Some were knocked off their feet. Within a few seconds, a twenty-metre chasm opened in the Williamsburg Bridge between Kronos and me. The vibrations died. Kronos’s men crept to the edge and looked at the forty metre drop into the river. I didn’t feel safe, though. The suspension cables were still attached. The men could get across that way if they were brave enough. Or maybe Kronos had a magic way to span the gap. The Titan lord studied the problem. He looked behind him at the rising sun, then smiled across the chasm. He raised his scythe in a mock salute. ‘Until this evening, Jackson.’ He mounted his horse, whirled around and galloped back to Brooklyn followed by his warriors. I turned to thank Michael Yew, but the words died in my throat. Five metres away, a bow lay in the street. Its owner was nowhere to be seen. ‘No!’ I searched the wreckage on my side of the bridge. I stared down at the river. Nothing. I yelled in anger and frustration. The sound carried forever in the morning stillness.

like...i want to know every little detail about will solace as much as the next person. but this post is genuinely in direct ignorance of canon 😭😭 not only did percy stay to search for michael -- he was the FIRST to search. percy cared about him. and he recognised the depth of michael's sacrifice, the risk he undertook. he tried to stop him.

this is no one particular person's fault. i think as the percy jackson universe has gone on, percy, as a character, as been (ironically) kind of watered down. it has been easy for people to forget who he is, how kind he is. but i see it a lot. i see percy as this kind of apathetic, uncaring villain too often and it drives me insane. im BEGGING people to love the side characters and the barely-mentioned as much as i do, but to remember whose voice drew us in the first place.

[towasdandelion]

YOUR SUGGESTIONS ARE OPEN!!! (∩^o^)⊃━☆ HAI I HOPE YOURE DOING WELL!!! as always no pressure to write this but i have had an idea rotating in my head since like uhhh two weeks ago?? nd i think it would make for a very fun smau ♪(´▽｀)

LETS JUST SET THE SCENE: mc is hanging out with a ghoul who is a very good friend of theirs!! THEN the ghoul leaves their side for one reason or another, and someone else swoops in and starts flirting w the mc (someone like haku or rui for the sake of ghoul rivalry?? or maybe just some random general student who knows.)

mc texts them something to the effect of IM BEING HIT ON HELP and the ghoul comes RUNNING!!!!!

ofc you can do with this what you will these are simply my brain worms <3 (if i may ask for ritsu to be included pleasepleasepleaseplease okay THANK YOU)

and ofc thank u for you writing as always!!! hope u have the best day ever (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧

Hiiii! They are they are hehe (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠) honestly I never even imagined getting any! Maybe that's why they make me feel a bit overwhelmed at times (⁠^⁠～⁠^⁠;⁠)⁠ゞ writing for someone is fun but it definitely feels different! I'm doing good now though thank you!! That's a very nice idea by the way so let's get goooo. I decided to kinda do a mix, a few with ghouls rivalry and a few with general students since I couldn't decide!! This was so much fun to write (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)

Sinostra and Obscuary ghouls when someone flirts with you

Ritsu would be there in the blink of an eye. He would be like "Excuse me? I do hope you're aware you're breaking law right now. You can't touch people without their consent" (Proceeds to recite a whole ass paragraph) to which Kaito just pales before leaving in hurry without another word. He would then make sure you're okay and after that.. he'd drag you to the library, sit you down and open the Penal code, telling you to read the paragraphs he pointed to until you can recite them. He wants you to be able to fend off anyone who dares to get too close in case he's not around. Very thoughtful!

Taiga wouldn't usually care, but there's this important thing - you're his lucky charm. And that really changes things. He's there in literal seconds, glaring at the student as he approaches you, draping his arm loosely over your waist. "Ya lost or somethin?" Is all he needed to say to make the poor guy shiver. He would stand there frozen until Taiga grins at him, showing off his sharp teeth. The student gulps before quickly excusing himself. Problem solved. Without another word Taiga would smoothly escort you to his room, where he then make you pick a gun he'd later train you with... Extreme measures you say? Please, it's Taiga we're talking about.

Romeo would mutter to himself on the way, complaining how useless you are, not even being able to rid of some random guy. He gets furious upon noticing the student reaching for you, immediately slapping his hand away. "Just what do you think you're doing touching her!? Scram if you don't want me to make you beg for mercy!" The student's eyes widen. The guy is not even able to utter a single word. Finally he just let's out an awkward laugh and walks away. And now finally, Romeo can scold you for being so apathetic in this situation. If you dare to tease him about how protective he got just a minute ago I can't guarantee that you'll come out of this alive...

Rui lets out the biggest dramatic gasp upon seeing Haku openly flirt with you when he arrives. "Hey, hey buddy! Sorry but the role of her simp is already taken, thanks though!" He would say before throwing an arm over your shoulder and swiftly leading you away from the potential suitor, not even giving him a chance to say anything. Poor guy just got rejected not by the girl, but a ghoul who appeared to be your boyfriend. Yes, that was Rui's goal. Even if you two weren't together, it was more fun that way! He will pout playfully until you reassure him he's still your favorite flirt.

Ed, just where did he come from? You could have sworn you never heard any footsteps approaching yet there he was standing behind you, resting his head on your shoulder and looking at the guy with a lazy smirk. "My, my, and who is this gentleman? Is he a fresh meal for me? How kind of you" He'd lick his lips and you just know the guy wishes he never spoke to you in the first place. He sweats profusely before muttering a lame excuse and running as fast as he could. A shame, Ed admits but then he teases about you becoming his meal as a reward for scaring away the guy. By any means, feel free to get this idea out of his head.

Lyca's brows furrow the moment he spots you talking to Rui. He approaches you without hesitation, taking a stand between you and the blonde. "She's not interested in you" he states flatly, glaring at his 'opponent'. Surprisingly, he will then lecture him, saying to never ignore girl's body language and to never touch without consent. Rui blinks in confusion but nods along nonetheless, before laughing it off. He quickly excuses himself before walking away. Lyca doesn't understand the look on your face though. Why are you staring at him like that? Did he do something wrong?

[wlwsoccerfics]

Practice incident (LucyBronzeXOnaBatlleXTeenReader)

Warning: reader is hard of hearing(she can hear 20 % in the right ear and 10% in the left ear. Reader is getting hurt.

A/N: what's Written in ' ' is signed. You asked for another one with HOH reader so Here it is.

Summary: there is a little incident at practice.

Everything was fine. Until it wasn't. You were at practice. Accidentally getting am elbow to the face. Hitting your ear hard. You whimpered. Holding your head and ripping your hearing aid out, cause the side that got Hit Made some funny noises.

"y/n!" Lucy said and ran over. Aggie who was the one that accidentally hit you, kept apologizing.

"i am so sorry!" Aggie stated . You knew it was accidental. So you weren't angry with her. You were too busy trying to shake off the dizziness.

"it's fine." You said, still in a bit of a shook. Ona gently sat you down. Cause she didn't want you to fall over. Lucy picked up your hearing aid and took out the other one you still had in your ear. She then put them away.

'let's get you home!' your mom signed.

'i am fine. I just need a little break." You replied.

'no, you are not fine, we are going home and you take it easy for the rest of the day!" Your Mami stated. You wanted to protest again but your Mom picked you up and carried you to the Car after throwing you over her shoulder. You looked like a toddler after a tantrum.

"No discutas sobre esto, cariño." Your Mami said and sighed softly. It was more for herself cause you couldn't actually hear it without your hearing aids. ( Don't argue about this, darling. )

"she is stubborn, like someone else i know." Your Mom stated.

"talking about yourself, Bronze?" Your mami replied and grinned softly. Your Mom put you in the Car and buckled you up. Honestly you kind of got it from both of them.

"funny!" Your Mom answered but couldn't help and grin softly.

At Home your Mom insisted on carrying you inside. Sitting you down on the Couch.

'sweet Girl, are you feeling sick? How is your dizziness?' Your Mami wanted to know. Your Mom grabbed a water from the fridge.

'i am okay. My head only slightly hurts. It's not pain, just a little pressure." You let them know.

'get some sleep, hopefully the pressure will be gone then.' Your Mom suggested.

'Sounds like a plan.' You answered. Your Mami taking Off your shoes and handing you a blanket. Narla quickly walking over to cuddle up to you. You gently stroke her head and smiled before closing your eyes. It took you like two minutes before you ended up falling asleep.

Your moms both were in the kitchen now, cooking your favorite food Paella.

"do you think she will be fine after that nap, Love?" Your mom asked.

"i sure hope so." Your Mami stated.

"i am just glad nothing too serious had happened. " Your Mom said.

"you two worry too much." You told them, standing in the doorway of the Kitchen. Now wearing your hearing aids again.

"it's our Job as your moms!" Your Mami let you know.

"okay fair point! But i already feel better. It wasn't so bad. I already told Aggie to stop apologizing. Cause she sent me multiple Texts, saying how bad she felt. And i told her that i am fine and will be back to practice tomorrow." You said softly.

"so you really aren't feeling dizzy anymore?" Your Mom wanted to know.

"nope i feel fine." You stated. Walking over to hug them both.

"that's very good to hear." Your Mami answered. Both of your moms hugging you back.

You spent the rest of the day having Family time before going back to practice the next day. Giving Aggie a hug, cause she had gotten you your favorite chocolate as an apology and you wanted her to know that you and Your hearing aids really were fine.

"are you sure that you are okay?" Aggie asked.

"yes, 100%!"you told her.

"okay. I am relieved to hear that!" She let out a sigh of relief.

"want to Partner Up for drills now?" You asked her and she agreed.

"i would like that!" She said and you stayed Partners for the rest of the day.

[gyokujyn]

Why the fuck are you people getting mad at Sam???

Spoilers under the cut, but honestly probably more for CABNW than for TB*.

Bucky is my boy. Look at my blog. This bitch is 97% Bucky by volume. What the actual fuck did he think he was doing not immediately bringing Sam in?

Brave New World, Sam is going through it ("it" being a really disappointing movie with such good bones--all this excellent acting, but was Manchurian Candidate really the best plot rip off we could come up with? Mackie already did that flick!) and Bucky cares for this man so much that he saw him on the news and he decided to hop a plane to come offer whatever support he could. Sam didn't call him to ask for support, Bucky took it upon himself to show up. And Sam, vulnerable, scared, opened up to Bucky about his fears, his self-doubt, then about being secretly asked to get the band back together. Big hug, I love you, buddy, and, what does Bucky do? What does he do?

He goes and gets his own team. He's supposed to be putting the Winter Soldier behind to go into politics and you're telling me that he couldn't call in literally anyone else for this? You're telling me he wouldn't reach out to Sam? So, then his reluctant team works out, to no one's greater amazement than their own, and Val dubs them the New Avengers. The New AVENGERS? And, you don't think Sam's going to feel a little hurt? A little betrayed? Fuck, I'd sue Bucky, too.

Now, I love Bucky, I am thrilled to have the Thunderbolts, but why in the name of sweet baby Bob doing the dishes would you blame Sam for any of that???

[timkontheunsure]

Saying I love you

While Stolas isn't able to tell Blitz directly yet; he also doesn't correct Blitz saying that Stolas loves him.

They're arguing at the time, and he could definitely have been a petty bitch. Split hairs telling Blitz that that's not what he said.

But Stolas' basically says 'yes your correct that told you I love you. And if that's your reason for not believing me, I'll forgive you for the yelling, and roleplay smeg'

'Like sure, tell me whatever reason you'd have to struggle to get this very simple, and obvious fact through your think skull?'

He just wants to know why Blitz can understand that he said as 'I love you', but still not believe a word of it.

Because Stolas knows he's not been even a little bit subtle about showing his love for Blitz.

(This shits visibility from space)

But honestly Stolas struggling to tell the people he loves in words makes so much sense.

When he was neglected and alone the majority of his childhood.

And hit for showing basic respect.

Paimon is not the sort of dad putting his kid to bed with a bedtime story, and a 'I love you'.

Neither is Mr 'don't get excited on your birthday, because it makes you a pain to handle' Butler.

But Stolas is the sort to tuck his little girl up with a story, and make her feel loved. Even if he's bad at saying it.

I think a lot of us grew up with parents that couldn't say this, because violence and neglect were such a big part of their lifes growing up.

And it's hard to model behaviour if you never see it.

It's honestly amazing how well a 19 year old did at breaking the cycle, showing his daughter that he loves her.

Even if she's confused right now, because she doesn't understand he can love more than just one person. That love isn't finite.

But Blitz and Stolas kinda are the two reactions to generational abuse I've seen in my family and SO' family. (And an bunch others but I'm trying to keep this neat lol).

Mine when Blitz's rout, with a conscious trained effort being used to tell the kids they are loved. It's replaced our goodbyes. (Didn't always match behaviour. But braking the cycle is hard, and they did try).

SO's family went the Stolas' rout, when love is seldom said, but show in lots of actions. Normally with 'care' filling in for it if it ever needs to be said at all.

It mostly gets said one, and assumed to be true till further notice. Which I do think might trip Stolitz up later on.

And makes me wonder if this is one of the things tripping Via up now.

That because it was never said she assumed alot of big things. Like her dad and mum must loving eachother, because that's what parents are meant to do.

That because it's only ever her dad who's shown her love; but she was wrong about such a fundamental thing, that 'he at somepoint must have loved Stella'; she could be wrong about that too.

And because her dad the one changing her status quo, by asked for the divorce, and leaving; Via can't shake the thought that could of changed his mind about her as well. (Even if she's wrong basically every part of that).

Question of the day:

Have you ever noticed that Stolas never SAID "I love you" directly to someone?

Show love through actions? Absolutely. In a flawed way, sure, but still, he showed just how much he values Blitzø and Octavia. He's willing to give up his own happiness for them.

But he hasn't really voiced his love in a direct way.

At most he said "I care" or "I think so very highly of you" towards Blitzø, when he gave him the Asmodean Crystal. And we all know how much damage his (and Blitzø)'s communication issues ruined everything.

And with Via, we know he looked out for her constantly, and spent a lot of quality time with her before everything went to heck after Stolas' affair with Blitzø.

And even considering just how much Stolas cares for her, he never said "I love you" to his own daughter. He definitely gave her hugs, pet names and a normal life, but never those three words were heard.

Until in "Sinsmas".

Right when Via cut ties with him, because he couldn't be fully sincere with her about everything.

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I love it here... 🫠

[tcoaal]

Is it okay to ask about your thoughts on Andrew and Julia's relationship? The circumstances of how it started and the different ways it ends in chapter 3. Her letter to Andrew gave me chills.

it's honestly just... really sad. every aspect of Andrew's and Julia's relationship is ultimately rooted in lies and her being a convenient, useful existence for him. i typed up "expendable" at first but deleted it because that's not true- she's a very important person to Andrew but not for any reason rooted in good intentions or mutual affection.

Julia has had feelings for him since they were young and was willing to put up with. so much abuse from Ashley in particular later on near the end, and Andrew always dragging his feet and leaving her hanging on almost every stage of their relationship. Andrew would always play the role of a perfect boyfriend but never actually show genuine, true affection- but give lots of little promises that one day we're going to get there, one day it'll just be you and me, one day Ashley won't be a problem in this and they'll just be these little hardships.

Julia was important to Andrew because it made him feel normal so he could pretend he wasn't romantically in love with his sister and ease the Andrew Fucks His Sisters rumor (the later of which worked perfectly). and also, if he could make her happy, he could alleviate his own guilt for Nina's death instead of turning himself in even though it'd give her family and Julia closure. i don't have the screenshots on me, but it's all but stated Julia's first time was a bad experience for her and Andrew is willing to casually joke about it in Shots and Such, as well as a mention in the Cliffhanger End that he would fantasize about kicking her teeth in so she'd give better head. she was useful to him as an outlet for his sexual desires and to ease his own guilt and i think that was about it.

a really important thing i think though that Andrew appeared to have massively miscalculated was how perceptive Julia actually was, that Julia was always just eating everything he ate like candy and that there was no chance she couldn't ever know better.

but we can see like in chapter 2 that Julia like, was already starting to get fed up with this nonsense given it's been happening for likely 5+ years which resulted in her breaking up with him. and i think something that always stood out to me is like... how little Andrew cared when they broke up other than annoyance, and then again in Shots and Such.

he's only at best kind of annoyed. you can literally check out the call girl numbers on the wall nearby in S&S and he'll be like fuck i should've tried harder maybe she would've let me hit it one last time. after also casually contemplating knocking her up just to seal the deal. i think like. literally anyone who actually cared about their ex in even the smallest amount after a letter like that (and when it was all your fault) would be resisting the urge to run into traffic. but he just kinda. casually says huh yeah that sucks oh well.

Anderw's and Julia's entire relationship was one of a complete disregard for one party's wellbeing and comfort for years outside of a superficial fashion and Andrew deserved every single word of that letter and quite frankly, much more. and the fact he can barely care at all other than being sort of annoyed really speaks to how little he actually gave a rat's ass about her other than the ways she was useful to him (a way to make himself free normal, a way to try to ease his anxiety and guilt, and a sexual outlet for his desires) speaks volumes of how much better off she is without him in her life. from the circumstances of when it started all the way to the bitter end it absolutely fucking sucked for Julia and i think she should be allowed to kill him and Ashley with hammers

[kittluzbills]

happy monday!! decided to completely ignore the poll asking ab writing for billie so here's more joe burrow angst!!

didn't proof read :)

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couldn't make it any harder - j.b.

Picking up Carter from school wasn’t the hard part. A divorce for a 5 year old isn’t as simple as I thought it would be. He was quiet in the car. Legs swinging from his car seat and eyes trained on the trees that sped past the backseat window.

Eventually, we pulled into the driveway of Joe’s new home.

Carter unbuckled himself from his seat and grabbed his overnight bag from the seat beside him all the while hesitantly hopping down out of the car.

“I’ll pick you up from school on Monday okay Car? But you're gonna be with daddy this weekend.”

He just nodded in response, no words.

“Are you okay bud? Tell mommy why you’re upset.” I attempted to coax an answer out of him, but I wasn’t successful, he just continued to nod in response to my questions.

I came to a stop at the top of the steps leading to Joe’s front door. Bending down to the toddlers level, I again attempted to get a response from him.

“Baby, what’s wrong? You can tell mommy.” I whispered.

“I- I just wish you and daddy were still in love. It makes me sad when I can’t see you guys at the same time.” A steady stream of tears began to run down his cheeks as his nose became a light shade of pink, followed by occasional sniffles.

“Baby I still love your daddy a lot, and he loves me. We just don’t get along as well as we used to.” I said trying to console him.

“Then why can’t you guys be in love in the same house? It makes my heart hurt.”

Just as I was about to respond Joe swung open his front door, I’m assuming he was watching us from one of his windows, always was nosey.

“Hey Bug! I missed you so much!” Joe said with a huge smile on his face. Immediately lighting up.

The two hug for what feels like forever, leaving me to stand up from my awkward I’m-just-trying-to-help-my-son-don’t-judge-me position.

“Here, hug your mom and then go inside, I have lunch waiting for you.” Joe said through a smile.

Carter embraced me briefly, barely letting me get a quick kiss on the cheek before he ran inside.

I spoke first.

“So I’ll pick him up form school Monday. That sound okay?” I managed to breathe out before he could say anything.

“Y/N.”

“Yes?” I responded with a confused tone to try and distract myself from how much I actually missed him.

“Can we talk about us?”

“There’s honestly nothing to talk about.” I fired back.

“There is though. I love you, I really do. And I know there’s no way that Carter is taking this well. For fucks sake Y/N I told you I’ll change. I’ll do anything for us to be a family again, I miss what we had. I miss seeing you everyday and God I miss Carter. He deserves better. I don’t think I can explain to you how much I love you.”

I really hated when Joe did things like this. Things like spill his feelings when he knows he has the upper hand. It was unfair, but it was different this time. I wasn’t going to let him take advantage of my vulnerable state.

“I understand that you want to be a family, Joe. I want that too. But we don’t work anymore. You don’t have to remind me that we’re in love, I’m reminded of it enough every time I look at Carter. But being in love doesn’t fix everything. I have to go okay? Call me if Carter needs anything.” I turned around and headed back to my car as Joe just stood on his porch silently, no longer pleading for a second chance.

By the time I was seated, he was no longer outside.

Things were gonna be different. But they couldn’t be worse than this. Only better.

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okay i promise the next work will be for billie don't jump me!!!

requests are open of course

luv u

xoxo, kitt

[ambroziadelphine]

Forgotten (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Escaping Hydra will never be easy, but when you can transverse time, its a little easier. I had been taken at the age 11 and since then they have been 'preparing' me for whatever their plans are, but I was going to escape now. I learned quick to not show Hydra the true extent of my powers as they came about, learning about them more where the cameras couldn't see, feeling all the changes in my mind. I knew what I was capable of better then they did, but I think some of the doctors had noticed this by now. I don't ask questions, I don't complain, scream, cry. Not anymore. I observed, listening to their theories about what the new serum may do to me, and I use that to figure it out which theories are true before they can.

They wiped my memory every few weeks, but it never seems to work right, just fragmenting my memories rather then removing them. Scattering my mind until its a jumbled mess. The only few pieces I could make out were overwhelming. Green forests, bright blue skies, tall glass buildings reflecting the sun, it was all so different then then cold and grey all around me now. Now things felt dead, no green, no life but the cruel doctors and scientists that did what they wanted to me. Well, there was one other who wasn't entirely cruel. He was cold, and quiet; no emotion to him but he was never cruel to me. I called him winter, because out of everything Ive heard from them, Winter was the closest thing to a name he had in here. Winter Soldier, they said. They had me help clean him up a lot after they.. did what they wished with him. I was scared at first, but seeing someone hurt and in pain was hard for me to watch, so I helped. 

I couldn't do much, but he'd often be laying nearly lifeless when they had me help, so I did what I could. They gave me a bucket of water, a cloth and some very basic first aid kit supplies, stitching any wounds, washing off any dirt before I'd just set his head in my lap and hum to him softly, trying to distract him from the pain if I could. I never got to stay long, they always dragged him away to do more to him, every time I'd try holding him back, knowing how weak he was, but they'd shock me with a taser stick as if I was mere cattle every time. All I knew was his empty dark eyes and that metal arm he had. I always tried asking him something simple when I saw him, normally asking who he was or if he was in any pain, even though I knew that answer. I never got an verbal answer, he just stared at me. To be honestly, I didn't even think he spoke English.

Now though, I supposed he'd have to do without me. I was currently sneaking around, reversing time at any minor mistake I made, all in efforts to get out. I made myself smaller to crawl through the vents, finally finding what I thought was an exiting one, falling through only to find myself in an old hallway, a single door with a sliding view spot all i could see for a while. Looking inside I saw the same man stood in a chamber, almost like he was sleeping. I looked around and grimaced before looking back to him.

"Psst.." I whispered, trying to get his attention. if I'm leaving, the least I can do is say goodbye. He didn't move and I sighed, grabbing into the view spot and letting myself shrink until I could slip inside the room, standing on the viewing hole. I jumped down, letting myself unshrink as I slowly and cautiously walked towards him. "Hello?" I asked softly, his eyes finally opening slowly as his gaze landed on me, causing a wave of anxiety to suddenly fill me, unsure what to do next.

"I.." I started, looking down before sighing and looking him firmly in the eye. "I'm leaving." I said firmly, watching as his expression didn't change before his eyes squinted ever so slightly.

"Why tell me?" He asked making me pause, unsure how to answer him before I looked him over. He was in old, worn and tattered clothes, his hair had definitely seen better days, all oily and clumping together. I didn't even realize as I stepped closer.

"I know you won't remember, but they've had me take care of you when you needed it.." I said softly, looking down. "I figured if I'm leaving.. I should say goodbye.. since I can't bring you with me." I said, kicking my feet a little, hearing the alarms finally start up as Hydra finally realized my escape. He looked at me for a moment before his brows furrowed.

"Do I know you?" He asked and I smiled a little and shook my head.

"I don't think so, but we have met before." I said, a small, dry laugh coming from my lips. "Granted, you were always close to passing out." I mused, though his face wasn't amused, but it did seem less stoic. I let my smile drop, looking back at the door as I heard the sound of guards in the far distance.

"I just.." I turned back to face him with a sad smile on my face. "I just hope you can escape one day too.." I said, his face unreadable. 

"I hope you know that you aren't the thing they made you." I said, taking a step closer and leaning close to his face. "You do not deserve what they do to you. None of us do." I said, putting my hands on the side of his face slowly, his metal arm twitched but stayed down as I placed a soft kiss on his forehead.

"I hope I see you again one day." I whispered as I looked at him softly with a small smile, his dark eyes seeming slightly less emotionless as they stared up at me. "Even if you don't remember me next time, I just hope you see me as a friend." I said as I heard heavy footsteps coming down the hall. I backed away from the soldier and grabbed the viewing window, shrinking myself as his eyes watched me carefully. "I'll miss you." I said to him before waving as I jumped out, sizing myself to full again, the soldier watching me intently from the viewing window he could still see through. I turned to see guards running towards me making me grin. I guess its really time to leave.

I looked at the soldier in the room one last time before turning and running, slowing time as I ran faster then the guards, following all the exit signs ad bursting out of one of the back entrances, feeling the sun on my skin for the first time in at least 8 years. I didn't stop running though. I ran and ran and ran until my feet bled, the snowy ground helping sooth the pain as I kept on going until I reached a nearby city, finding a police officer and crying I had been kidnapped. He looked petrified as he listened to me, taking me to the station as I cried from relief. It was obvious by the various cuts and bruises on me that I had just escaped somewhere, and after explaining what happened to the deputy, it wasn't long before I was on a plane to New York City. I had never been to America before, but I could feel my terror turn to excitement the closer we got, the feeling of freedom settling in my bones as I looked everywhere. It was so bright, so colorful, so amazing! I felt like I was breathing for the first time in forever. I didn't even notice when I fell asleep on the flight, my energy from the day exhausting me. I never wanted to fight again. I never wanted to be a weapon again, and I'd make sure I wasn't.

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That was a year ago. Now, I was 20, living with the Captain America himself with my king german shepard, Bub. I was staying with him until Fury deemed me safe living on my own. It was a long time to get here, but I did it with the help of two new friends. Nick Fury and Steve Rogers. Nick helped get me aid to deal with what Hydra had done to me, helping me find a place in the world again as Steve helped me adjust and navigate my newfound freedom and adulthood. At least, as much as he could given the fact he was also still getting used to a lot of things too. Right now though he and I were training in the gym. Fury had given me a secluded area to train after I disclosed to him that I had more power then what hydra knew about, though it was for my own personal training only so Steve could not be there. I don't even think he knows about it to be honest. Fury was adamant I only use the ones they know until needed. Time manipulation can be dangerous, not that I needed that reminder, and is a very powerful ability. One he wanted to keep as secret as possible, which is how it ended up with him having direct communication with me in regards to my powers and everything else. All discussions happening with the utmost discretion.

I blocked a punch from the Captain, going to kick him before he caught my leg, flipping me as I landed on my feet a few feet away, getting up and running at him before I shrunk myself a little and slid through his open legs and stood up very quick as I resized myself to normal, slowing time for myself to make my actions faster. I gave a roundhouse kick which he narrowly dodged and I backflipped away from him, he threw a weight at me which I caught as I supersized myself a bit, tossing it aside when I grinned, turning super small and speeding myself up as I ran around him lightning fast, managing to get him to trip up onto the ground before I sized myself up a lot and held him down with a single hand.

"I win." I grinned as he huffed and looked up at me with a small scoff.

"This is cheating." He said as i laughed, shrinking myself to normal before helping Steve up.

"Aren't you here to help me test my abilities?" I asked him, him giving a small laugh as he stood up, dusting his hands off.

"I thought I was, but it feels more like Fury just wants to see how many times you can kick my ass." He said making me smile sheepishly.

"Cant say Hydra didn't do well on me. Even if they didnt know what Id actually be capable of doing before hand." I said with a shrug, he shook his head and nodded to the door.

"Time for a break?" He asked and I nodded eagerly.

"And food." I said, he gave a laugh as I skipped over to the door. "Freedom!" I cheered as I pushed the doors open, Steve laughed at me and followed beside me, his face showing amusement as I glanced at him.

"You know, its kind of strange how Hydra never used you for missions." He said, looking at me with his eyebrows raised slightly. "You'd think your abilities would make you an assent for them to use." He said as I shrugged, looking down at my feet with a neutral face. I would talk to Steve the most about Hydra, about the man I would help, how they wouldn't send me on missions, how they always tried keeping me in perfect health, even if they'd give physical punishments.

"I don't know. I think I had heard them saying a part of me wasn't ready yet. That they had to wait for the right time to do what they wanted." I said with a sigh, lacing my fingers behind my head as we entered the elevator. "They'd also give me medication every day, but i never knew what it was. The doctors when I got here said everything was normal though, they were even surprised at my lack of vitamin deficiency from being in captivity for so long." I said, his frows furrowing.

"So they were just giving you vitamins? Sounds kind of ineffective for creative a super soldier." He said making me hum, nodding as i sighed.

"I don't know what they were, all I know is that I'm out of there and never have to be in that place again." I said as he nodded, understanding what i was saying. "Just wish they didn't scramble my head so much while I was there." I sighed as my arms dropped to my sides. He gave me a sympathetic look and placed a hand on my shoulder.

"We'll figure it out." He said as I smiled in thanks, knowing he was trying to help as much as he could for me. We walked to through the building, passing a conference room which had Natasha and Fury in there, he raised a hand to stop us before we walked passed. He sighed and I chuckled, opening the door for him now as he reluctantly entered the room, myself right behind him.

"I've got a mission for you Rogers." Fury said as the door closed behind us. I sighed and rolled my eyes, turning around.

"Okay, Ill leave." I said, already knowing this didn't involve me if i wasn't on the mission.

"Hold it, Agent L." He said, my body freezing as I turned around, slightly hopeful I may actually get to participate.  "Just because you are not active in this mission does not mean you will not be debriefed on it." He said, surprising me. Not exactly what I wanted, but that's okay. Progress! I stepped back inside, Fury blacking out the windows as we all took seats.

"Now, this goes without saying, but Ill repeat myself still. This is confidential information that does not leave your mouth after you leave this room unless told otherwise. Understood?" He asked and we all nodded, Natasha and I exchanging friendly smiles before Fury delved into the details.

[spoonfulofmilo]

The Bachelor Chapter 1

are y'all fucking ready???

also regardless of who you want to win, I would encourage you to read everything just cause a) I've put so much effort into this, b) you may find a new favourite to cheer for, and c) how can you vote for who to eliminate when you haven't read everything?

updates will be tues, wed and thursday my time at 7pm aest!

love y'all

the bachelor masterlist is here

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Y/N could hear the host’s voice droning on, but the words felt distant, muffled by the sound of his own breath, heavy and uneven.

“First time… Y/N Y/L/N… bisexual… here for one reason… to find the love of his life…”

He sucked in a breath, the weight of the cameras settling on his shoulders as the lights blazed to life.

“Hey, I’m Y/N. I’m 25, an F1 driver with Aston Martin, and I’m here to find… well, hopefully, the love of my life.”

He flicked his eyes toward the camera, his teeth pressing into his lip before he forced a smile.

“I think... I’m looking for someone who can deal with my chaotic schedule,” he said, voice steady, mostly, despite the way his fingers kept fidgeting in his lap.

“Someone who can spend time with me when I’m home... but is also okay with the fact that I’ll be gone most of the year”

“Um… I’m doing this during my winter break, so I still need to stay fit. But yeah, I’m up for pretty much anything!”

“Ideally, somewhere between 22 and 30. Maybe a little older, I’m open to it. I guess age isn’t really the biggest thing for me.” Y/N winks, then immediately laughs. “Wow, that... uh, that sounded weird.”

“Okay, this is... kind of weird to admit, especially since I think a lot of these contestants will be men, but... I also want someone who wants kids. I’m young, so it doesn’t have to be soon, especially with me being at the peak of my career... but I would like a little one running around the F1 paddock. I want a partner who’s okay with that, and who’s also down to explore those options, even if they’re a guy.”

“Whoa, that was... a lot to admit. Sorry if that got a little too deep.” He exhaled slowly, eyes fluttering shut as he tried to steady himself before moving on.

“As for past relationships… well, I’ve never really dated. Girls always thought I’d go for their brother, so they didn’t want to be seen with ‘the gay guy.’ Guys... thought I was a pervert, or assumed I was cheating on them with my motorsport mates. I... dated someone in my F2 years. He was everything I thought I wanted, until he wasn’t." 

Y/N’s voice caught, a lump forming in his throat. He swallowed hard before forcing himself to continue.

"Then I got the F1 seat, and he didn’t… and that’s when things changed. We started wanting different things, or maybe we always did. It was 3 years ago that I decided to end it. We’d been together for two years. Since then, I’ve had some casual hookups on apps like Raya... but honestly? I think I’m ready for something real. Something that lasts. I don’t care about sexuality. I don’t care what someone looks like. It’s not about gender or genitalia. It’s about the connection.” 

His hands twisted together at his waist, knuckles whitening. For a moment, he couldn't stop. Then, he forced himself to. His chest rose and fell in measured breaths, one, two, three. It felt more like gearing up for a race than introducing himself to millions of viewers. He could hear the producers in his earpiece, their voices sharp, telling him to stop. Look towards where the bachelor would appear. He took a deep breath, steeling himself, and followed the instructions. 

The red shirt clung to his chest, a few buttons undone in a bid to stay cool under the studio lights… though the warmth seeping into his skin wasn’t just from the lamps. It was the nerves crawling beneath his skin. He shifted on the balls of his feet, the soft leather of his shoes creaking beneath him, an uncomfortable reminder of how much he wanted to flee.

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[rabotimagines]

Do you have more Insecticons?

"Instinct" GN BOT Reader x The Insecticons

Summary: The Insecticons trying to seduce reader while reader doesn't know what the hell is happening.

G1 Characters: The Insecticons, Sideswipes here too (you flirt with each other a little too but casually.)

Genre/Theme: Insecticons failing to seduce Reader.

Pronouns: You, Your, Yours, Their, Them, They

Notes: Autobot Reader! Referencing G1 episodes at the start. Part 2 of this.

You really should've known better. Really, you should have.

After someone let it slip, you knew how to make those energon goodies. The Insecticons wound up kidnapping you. Which half of It you don't even remember because of the mind control shell and the orders they gave you. But it was a day and a half for your friends to get you back from them.

Then they kidnapped you a second time when they were hopped up on that stuff that made them grow a few size classes. Oh yeah, that one ended with Shrapnel exploding because, of course, it did.

So you really should know better.

But the invasive plant fiasco happened, and you got to watch the insecticons clone army get absolutely devoured by those plants. And you were the only one watching what was the original Insecticons freaking out and desperately trying to free Kickback from the clutches of one of said plants.

You should be relieved they were gonna get eaten. It would make your jobs guarding earth a lot easier.

But looking at them panic and Kickback begging, and frankly, it actually looked like he was a nanoklick from bursting into tears. Kinda just- eh, what was the human phrase Carly used to describe that guy she had that encounter with? A pathetic bastard? Yeah, that sounds right. They looked like such pathetic bastards that you couldn't help feeling sorry for them.

You cared way too much in general.

But that's primarily why you were an Autobot and not a Decepticon.

With a sigh, you ran over and promptly slammed your pede onto the vines latched around Kickbacks leg. The plant sensing you close latched another vine out and wrapped it around your arm. You only pressed down harder on the one you were stepping on. And Bombshell and Shrapnel managed to yank Kickback free of the plants' vice grip.

They barely looked your way before booking it away from the killer plants grasp and up into the sky.

Honestly, you really did care too much. You shot Blaster a message to come your way to free you when another vine shot out to wrap around your thigh. The two limbs slowly begun to drag you closer to the main bulb of the plant.

At least these things only ate Insecticons.

-

You were stuck on patrol with Sideswipe during a slow shift. The klicks crawling by agonizingly slow. After the sixth round of your patrol route with absolutely nothing of note happening, you'd opted to take a quick break.

You were both in your root modes, and Sideswipe had moved next to the tree you were already leaning against. You arched an optic ridge at him silently, wondering what he was doing at the tree you'd already claimed as your own.

He mimicked a yawn- like the humans would do, and stretched his arms high and- his arm went over your pauldron. Sideswipe then dragged you a bit closer to his frame, and you could only level him with a blank expression.

"What? It's not like we're doing nothin' could be doing... something." Sideswipe exaggeratedly waggled his optic ridge and made the most ridiculous expression, so you knew he wasn't being serious. "Something fun maybeeee?" He nearly leaned his entire frame weight onto you, and you would've fallen if you didn't make sure to hold him up. This slagger.

Though despite your mild annoyance, your derma quirked upwards. Because two could play this game after all.

Instead of pushing Sideswipe away or breaking away like you assume he was expecting, you only leaned further against him. Your servo moved to trace the dip of his Autobot symbol. You met his gaze and arched an optic brow. And you asked if Sideswipe really thought he could handle you.

Amusement curled in your frame when Sideswipe's optics brightened a touch.

And before you could shove him away and tell him to get real, a shout made you both jump away from each other.

"Autobot!" Bombshell appeared out of the shrubbery in his alt mode. You both automatically reached for your weapons, but Bombshell kept talking. "I challenge you to a duel! No blasters, only frames!" Bombshell announced while staring right at Sideswipe.

Sideswipe thought on it for only half a nano-klick before grinning. "You're on bug boy!" You could only sigh over the response. Of course, the fight junky would take it up with no questions asked.

Which is how you end up standing on the side, watching them both circle one another like a pair of territorial turbofoxes. You'd found a dirt patch in the trees, and it was where they'd started brawling. Sideswipe lundged first and after a big scuffle ended up on Bombshell's back. Bombshell rightfully started bucking and swinging to get Sideswipe off of him. You try to cheer Sideswipe on telling him not to make the Autobots look bad and to keep it together.

But eventually, Sideswipe loses his grip he had on Bombshell's back and gets bucked off. Then Bombshell rushed him, and you half assumed Sideswipe was about to get impaled right in front of you. Only Sideswipe dodged, making Bombshell's horn scrap underneath Sideswipe's frame instead of directly stabbing him.

Bombshell then launched Sideswipe off his horn with a vengeance.

You watched Sideswipe sail into a tree and land in the dirt with a loud crash of branches and metal.

"Yes! Victory is mine!" Bombshell announced aloud and actually started shuffling like he was celebrating his win.

You call out and ask Sideswipe if he's okay.

"Yeah! Kinda scuffed but I'm fine."

Another shout makes you jolt and you turn to see Shrapnel's alt mode jump out of the shrubbery this time into the dirt clearing. But he's got his gaze set right on Bombshell instead of you or Sideswipe.

Shrapnel advanced towards Bombshell "Mine! Mine-!" He repeated aloud.

"No! Not yours! Mine!" Bombshell snapped back, his plating ruffling and shaking in anger. And just like that, they started circling each other like Sideswipe and Bombshell had.

What the pit were they even fighting over? The win?

They charged each other, and after a quick scuffle, Shrapnel managed to grab Bombshell with his big mandibles. Shrapnel whipped around and threw Bombshell against a tree. The wood cracked, and the tree fell with a load crash. "I won! I won-!" Shrapnel quickly started celebrating.

But Bombshell didn't stay down, and he came back via rushing Shrapnel through the bushes. His horn slamming Shrapnel right in the side and sending his alt mode skidding against the ground. Shrapnel hissed, and Bombshell actually growled back at him. Seriously, what are they fighting over!? Shrapnel then let loose a discharge of his electricity, and just like that, you dived to join Sideswipe in the shrubbery.

You both decided to ditch the two of them to start making your way back to the patrol route, while you spit balled ideas on what all that was between each other. Only not too long after you started going, did you start hearing- something.

It almost sounded like- Powerglide trying to take off? Like metal spinning fast and precise. You stared at one another before electing to follow through with your patrol and investigate it.

You ended up tracking the noise together through the woods until you got closer and closer. And eventually you ended up close enough to see a frame in the woods clinging on a tree. You could see- purple and gray- oh Primus, it's Kickback.

And Kickback was? Was he making the sound? You focused your optics and could make out his alt mode legs drumming against his own wings. The reverberated noise you'd been hearing was the drumming sound of very quick metal on metal touches.

You stepped on a branch, and the sound immediately cut out. Kickback glanced your way, and you both tensed.

Only he started drumming the sound up on his wings once more while making optic contact with you in his alt mode. You cycled your optics and continued to stare astonished at the display.

A loud crash made you all snap your attention towards Shrapnel and Bombshell, who both tumbled into your area in a mess of angry bug limbs. Bombshell forced Shrapnel's helm to the side when he pushed him down, and Shrapnel let loose another discharge of his electricity. It engulfed the area making you jerk back. The burning prickles of it ghosted along your frame. Kickback yelling in pain told you he was not as fortunate as you two were.

As soon as the wave of electricity stopped, Bombshell dropped to his side and had to make an effort to get back up again. Shrapnel rose only for Kickback to descend on both of them with a vengeance. It turned into an all-out scrap between the three of them, climbing and swiping and kicking and- a shot of stray electricity nearly hit Sideswipe in the helm. You both looked at each other and turned on a pede and quickly made your way back towards your route and away from the Insecticons apparent madness.

You'd take your boring patrol shift over this any day of the week.

-

"Hold it!" Bombshell snapped, putting a leg each on Shrapnel and Kickbacks helms pushing their alt modes closer to the ground. "Where are they?" At the question, they both glanced left and right and realized like he did that you were gone.

They all broke away from one another to transform back into root mode and start cursing.

"Slagger! Slagger-! That Autobot took off with them- with them-!" Shrapnel angerly clenched his mandibles and stood up. Glancing around seeing if there was any sign for which direction you'd taken off in.

"You two ruined my show! They were interested even!" Kickback pushed Shrapnel and pointed at Bombshell. "They were focusing right on me, and you ruined it!" Kickback swung back and smashed a rock to bits with his pede, sending broken rock flying into the air. His antennas twitched, and his plating quivered in his own displeasure.

"Whatever! Whatever-! Like they'd actually go with you! You-!" Shrapnel glared at Kickback, and Kickback hissed back at him with a sneer.

"Be quiet, both of you!" Bombshell snapped and shoved them both away from one another. "Clearly, we need to re plan our seduction strategy." Kickback and Shrapnel huffed but didn't argue. "We needed that failure to remind us we aren't just trying to be their mate. We've got the entirety of the Autobots to compete with."

They couldn't argue with Bombshell on it because it was true. They were going to be fighting all the Autobots for your attention. While they were busy fighting each other, that red Autobot easily swiped you away from them.

"We'll need to work together to make them our mate." Bombshell turned and started making his way towards a clearing in the trees. "So no more fighting over them between us until we make them ours. Got it?"

"Sounds like a plan- plan-!" Shrapnel followed after Bombshell.

"Fine- the Autobots won't know what hit them when they choose us." Kickback trailed after the both of them smiling as he imagined the scene.

"We'll make them ours soon enough." With that, they all transformed back into alt mode and took to the skies. Keeping their optics open for a familiar sight of your color of paint.

[nellie-elizabeth]

The Handmaid's Tale: Shattered (6x07)

This was... a singularly frustrating experience, I'm not going to lie. I didn't hate everything indiscriminately, but I was having such a hard time with a lot of what happened here. I'm going to try and untangle some of that.

Cons:

So, the Nick thing. The Nick thing. Ahem. Last week I worried that we were going to be asked by the show's framing itself to be anti-Nick after this, and what we got was such a weird version of that playing out. Here's the thing: Nick doing what he did, it had really bad consequences, and it would totally track for June to be mad at him for it, maybe even think that she hated him. But rationally, Nick is right that this isn't some sort of singular breaking point that's worse than all the other shit the two of them have pulled over the years. And I think the show wants me to believe that Nick is Bad Now because of this, and I just... I don't? I kept thinking about all the ways I could have bought into this more. One avenue would be to do an actual corruption arc for Nick, gradually over time. Show him actually liking the perks of being a Commander, show him enjoying having power, even if he doesn't agree with everything. But we never saw that. He's always been uncomfortable and terrified in Gilead. Another option, have his father-in-law have more explicit proof about the death of those two guards, that could point a finger at Nick, and have Nick explain to June that if he hadn't given up the plan, once the bombs went off Nick would be put on the wall for it if there were any survivors at all.

The framing of this whole scenario, the way June is processing it as this abject, unforgivable betrayal, all the bullshit about "I trusted him for so long that I forgot who he was" like... what do you mean, June? You forgot what, exactly? He's just trying to fucking survive in there. And Lawrence pissed me off saying that June was stupid to trust him all along, because again: footage not fucking found, Joseph. He's actually been incredibly trustworthy and done everything that's been asked of him, putting himself at more and more risk every time, and then when he was backed into a corner he found a way to get himself out of it. The consequences suck, yes, but this isn't some heel turn, and it was bizarre how the characters surrounding it treated it as if it was.

And don't get me started on Luke, calling Nick a Nazi, being all self-righteous and going off on June about the Nick situation. Once again I found myself thinking, well, if this show were going to develop and resolve these elements properly, this sign of simmering anger and resentment from Luke would be the downfall of their marriage at last. June would realize that being scolded back to back by Nick and Luke both, that Nick was the one who had a valid point, whereas Luke basically does not. But instead, it seems like the show wants to frame Luke as the objectively correct one in this scenario, and June has to apologize to him for everything.

I don't want to harp on too long, but it just felt like if this was the direction you wanted the story to go, it was such a weird way to handle it. Like, what was that scene with Nick and Rita? He's just a pouty little baby now? Is this a way to engender our sympathy, or to make us hate him? I literally couldn't tell, because it just didn't feel like the character we know.

I hate to say this, because I don't want Janine to die, but honestly if she had it would be a stronger emotional anchor for why June is in this headspace now, this idea that Nick is "unforgivable." Because it's not his fault all those women were killed, but if Janine had died, June having the irrational feeling that it was all on Nick would track a lot better, since that's a personal friend and someone she feels so much protective instinct for.

I also want to do a bit of eye-rolling about Serena. I feel like they have a charismatic actor who can imbue her performances with a lot of nuance and depth, and then a script that doesn't actually keep up with who the fuck this woman is supposed to be? Like, June says that Serena's narcissism is going to be the downfall of Gilead. Is that accurate? Is Serena not a True Believer but in fact just power-hungry? I mean, okay, I guess, but that doesn't exactly track consistently through the show. And that scene with the other wives was so weird, like she was trying to bring feminism to them. They're all saying "well, my husband thinks..." and then Serena is like "but what do YOU think" and it's just a little... like... girl, this is all far too little far too late. It's actually blood-boiling to hear her considering the Handmaid's fates now, baffled that these other women don't seem to give a shit, when it's like... Serena! You fucking helped set this shit in motion, and you're only now considering the broader consequences? I don't know what the show wants me to think about this character. Is she going to die in a fiery explosion on her wedding day? Is she going to discover the plot and then learn that her husband sucks and then do a last minute reversal and help May Day pull off the revolution? Both seem equally likely with what they've given us so far, and that's not a compliment. I don't understand her.

A smaller point that I want to make sure I address is that it feels like Moira has been totally wasted this season as a character. It's like they don't know what to do with her, she has to follow around in June's shadow and be pulled into her wake, and that's about it. Sure, we know she feels resentment, we saw that last episode with their fight. But here she is again, following June back into Gilead and then asking June to be the leader and give her inspiring words. I don't know structurally what should have been going on with Moira this season, but it feels like they just kinda stuck her into the sides of things to see if she'd fit, and it's a bummer.

Pros:

Okay, well, I think I need to go back to what I've been saying all season, which is that there are a lot of talented performers in this show who can really lock into some great dynamic moments. Bad architecture, good gargoyles. So if I can set aside the broader context that's bugging me so much, I can highlight some performance moments that I did like.

For one, I like that June didn't yell and scream at Nick, she was kind of cold and numb as she processed what had happened. She was a lot more hurt than she was angry, and I did like that in concept, like, the way it clashed with the May Day people when she gets back and she has to tell them that it's her fault the information leaked. She has to bear their understandable anger, and all the while she feels like she's grieving a breakup. And I like that Nick at least said his piece a little bit, reminding June of all the shit that she's taken for granted, seemingly. He's absolutely right that she's used his role as a Commander to suit her without ever grappling fully with the reality of that. I wish that I trusted the show to develop this idea more fully and have June realize that he's absolutely right, but I don't think that's going to happen.

I like that Lawrence is here to help, because honestly it tracks for his character that he'd only be motivated by his own well-being to do something this extreme, but he's been so uncomfortable and so unhappy in the world he created for so long, you do believe he'd find it worthwhile to tear it down if he can do so without incurring too much risk. It makes sense that we've finally reached his tipping point.

Janine... Jesus Christ. The moment where she comes to the window and Lydia sees her beaten black and blue... it's almost cartoonishly over the top, how much of a villain Bell is, but that small moment of Janine making herself known to Lydia was interesting to me. Was that Janine reaching out in the only way she could to ask for help or to form a connection with someone who, however fucked up it may be, seems to care for her? Or was that Janine's one and only way of telling Lydia: "I fucking told you so." Or was it both? I do like the nuance there. And I like that Nick tells June he's going to try and find out about Janine, and that Lawrence delivers the news to June about her being alive, it's such a weird network of secret-keepers.

I think that's about it for things I liked? I don't know. I wasn't miserable watching this episode, but I wasn't pleased either. This feels like the setup for an endgame that is probably mostly going to annoy me. And that's too bad, because I want a show like this to end in a way that feels big and bold. I'd rather they strike out trying something insane rather than trip and just sort of fall over the finish line. The latter is what I'm concerned is going to happen here. But I guess we'll have to wait and see.

5/10