#i need my raging bull of a wife back

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happy kitty win and all that but holy shit i cannot wait till niko mikkola comes back THESE BITCHES DO NOT CLEAR MEN IN FRONT OF BOBBY???

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(loved loved ‘jealous jealous boy’ btw💅🏼) so can I request another lando one shot but this time like dad!lando showing his baby around the paddock (like feat Uncle Carlos and Oscar and whoever else) maybe it’s too specific so you don’t have to do it but like I can see it so perfectly😩

Twin Oranges

thanks for the love and the request! I hope this is along the lines of what you were looking for.

Lando was a new husband. He was a new dad. He was also a new dad to twins! A boy and a girl, what a perfect pair. When you told him you were pregnant he almost fainted. But when you both found out it was with twins, he actually did faint. Now fast forward almost a year later, you felt comfortable bringing the babies to the paddock after weeks of Lando asking. You decided to bring them to Silverstone. Close to home, and full of family and friends. 

Walking in you felt all eyes on you. Each one of you; mom, dad, and babies decked head to toe in McLaren gear. Baby boy Oliver Norris held by his mom, and baby girl Noelle Norris held by her dad. As you walked by each garage, drivers, mechanics and all poked their heads out to catch a glimpse at the young family. You finally made it into the safety of the McLaren hospitality ready to get the weekend started when the marketing team encircled you and Lando. You both look at each other and groan. 

McLaren’s marketing team wanted to do a video of the drivers showing the new McLaren twins around the paddock. After hearing the case from a newly graduated PR intern, you caved. You hand Oliver to Oscar teaching him how to hold the baby right. Lando laughing as he can tell you are very stressed handing off your babies. He gives you a kiss, and the camera starts rolling. 

First stop, Red Bull. Lando had no worries bringing the twins to this team. Max and Checo were dads through and through. “Max, come meet my kids!” Lando shouts into the garage. Max jogs up to the twins and gives them both a pinch on the cheek. “Here hold Oliver, my arm is falling asleep”, Oscar complains. “Oi! If my wife heard you complaining about the babies, she’d revoke your uncles status.” Lando scolds. Oscar instantly turns beat red, retaking the baby from Max. Max frowns. “Mate, maybe you need a mini Verstappen. You’re a natural father!” exclaims Checo. “In due time.. In due time”, Max smiles. The orange team says their goodbyes and heads to their next stop on the tour. 

The team visited Mercedes, Aston Martin, Haas, almost all the teams. All while collecting baby sized merch. 

Final stop, Ferrari. Lando and Oscar showed the twins their greatest competition. Up came Charles and Carlos. “Look Oliver and Noelle, this is your uncle Carlos and Charles!” Lando says as he’s holding the babies’ hands to get them to wave. “Which one am I the Godfather of?” Carlos asks half jokingly. Lando rolls his eyes as he lets the Ferrari drivers hold the kids. Charles and Carlos begin arguing over who was going to be the better uncle when stewards announce it’s almost time for FP1. “How’s y/n holding up? I’m sure she isn’t loving being away from her babies”, inquires Charles as he gives back one of the twins. “Oh yeah, she almost raged on the team when they suggested a little paddock tour” explained Oscar. Lando swats him on the side of the head. “Of course she was nervous, she hasn’t left their side in almost a year!” Lando shouts. “Come on guys, say your goodbyes to your fun uncles”. 

You anxiously awaited the return of your babies. Eyes darting around watching as they went from garage to garage with their dad and Uncle Oscar. Hearing the oohs and awws as each driver attempted to make the twins laugh. After what felt like 17 hours, they arrived. Jumping out of your seat you run to grab them from your husband. “Lando give them to me”, you grunt attempting to juggle them both. He laughs at your strong mother instincts. 

“Y/n, relax I brought them back in one piece!” he says as he helps you situate both in your arms. Each baby leaning into you, seeking your warmth. 

“They also return with tons of merch!” exclaimed Oscar. He begins showing you the baby onsies from Mercedes, Red Bull, and Ferrari. You eye them knowing Lando would never let Oliver or Noelle wear anything but McLaren. 

“Oooo is that a Leclerc onesie? Keep that one and toss the rest”, you state to Oscar. He laughs as he sees Lando make a sour face. 

“You always had a soft spot for him!” Lando shouts as you walk away into his driver’s room. “Chunk it Osc. Norris kids only wear papaya orange.”

[notlhecxzsa]

Never Wanted Love Just A Fancy Car - N.R

Summary: Time seemed to pass by so quickly, everything seemed to be moving past between Natasha's fingers, but would she let the only thing that seemed to be giving her everything go? It is not what she wanted anyways... right?

Author's Note: Hii! Omg, finally! I hope this is enough to fill the weeks I haven't updated, I kind of got lost and everything's piling up. But, now, I finally have a good vision on how I want this to go! This is 3k+ words.

Warnings: Starting of Mean!Natasha (ughhh, here we go), bruises, mentions of abuse, sad Y/n (give my girl back her dog and lucy!)

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3rd Person's POV:

A week has already passed by, a routine was set between Y/n and Natasha. Inside that week, Maria, Clint and the other noticed how Natasha stayed in the penthouse, which was very unusual, given that she mostly lives in the manor. They chose not to mention it around the red head, thinking that they might just be thinking too much about it.

Y/n already knows the whole penthouse by heart, keeping everything as tidy as possible even though Natasha had kept saying that she has people to do those things. Making different delicious meals for the both of them, even making extra more for Clint, Maria, Bucky and Steve whom she met on the 3rd day of being there.

Y/n's kindness and attentiveness did not go unnoticed by the people that would come and go inside the penthouse, her actions warms the head of the people around her and makes their stomach churn in a very good way.

Natasha's eyes never left the petite figure of her 'significant other' wherever she goes and whatever she does. The fluttering of her heart makes her want to throw up as the compliments from her friends about Y/n makes her eyes roll. Though, she can't deny that her friends seemed to enjoy going to the penthouse ever since Y/n came.

Late night games and movies became a thing for the past week and a half, 'addicting meals'—as to how Bucky proclaimed it to be, are always served, all while Natasha kept to herself, specifically on times when she and Y/n are not alone.

She felt a magnetic-like energy, rather work at home than to do the work she normally would choose to do. Her tongue burning to get a taste of whatever's being cooked in the kitchen. The little moments and conversation that was spent between the younger girl became something she cherished and most awaited every single day, even though she will never admit it—even to herself.

Now, at the very moment, Y/n was cooking in the kitchen while Natasha seemed to be having a very serious call on the balcony with someone. Y/n's eyes kept checking her over, eyes raking on the expressions she wear across the kitchen, to the living room and to the balcony. She wanted so badly to ask what was wrong, her inside a raging bull that kept pushing her to be there for her...wife.

Before she could even go deep inside her thoughts, the sound of the sliding door filled the air and she quickly looked down to what she was cooking. she was cooking, heavy footsteps was what it was followed, then those deep heavy sighs she's starting to get familiar with. She's stressed. Natasha is stressed.

"Are you-" She started, not even getting the chance to talk before Natasha's dominant voice went straight to her ears.

"I'm going out. Don't wait up for me. I just need to deal with something." Natasha's footsteps did not falter, not even a bit as she passed through the kitchen, leaving Y/n alone and confused, her heart and mind fighting wether should she check on the redhead or not.

This is the first time she witnessed the redhead so stressed—the first time witnessed Natasha going out to do something without even knowing what it is. Usually, there would be a follow up reason, a short explanation from Natasha without even asking. Now, she just acted so...weird. There wasn't much evidence that Y/n saw from how she just acted, but Y/n could feel it.

What happened?

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Back at the penthouse, silence enveloped the whole atmosphere as Y/n fixed the food inside the microwave, deciding to wait up for Natasha so that they could eat together. Surely, she won't be home late, right? She always gets home by dinner.

Deciding to spend her time waiting by the living room, turning on the TV to watch something. Her hand subconsciously going up to play with her ring finger, wondering when will the ceremony of their wedding will be. Her mind fantasizing how beautiful the even might be, her younger self's dreams might finally happen in just a few days.

Her mind flooded with questions. Will my parents be there? Will Lucy gonna be there? Tamtam? Her heart fluttering in excitement at the thought of the two latter. She don't know how the wedding will go, all she knows is that this is all about something between Natasha's parents and her's. But, it's a wedding, a special event, a matrimony, it has to mean something more than just a business plan, right? Right.

Even though she still has mixed feelings about her unknown relationship with Natasha, she kept learning on how to love her, that what a wife does, right? That's what they should do.

Clad in her usual clothing, leggings and a domesticated sweater with her hair up in a ponytail and strands of hair falling to the sides of her face. Her attention was swarmed by the announcement spoken by the reporter on the television.

"Stark's industry has once again published a new electronic device, setting a standardized testing all over the countries, even in Asia. But, nevertheless, we can see how Romanoff corporation is still on top of the business. Electronics, weaponry, and services for the people and the government...." A small smile made its way on her face, her heart beats with pride. She was proud. She took a mental note to congratulate the red head later, maybe that's where Natasha was going. To discuss about this, this should be something to be celebrated.

Her gaze averted down to her arm, where the sleeves of her sweater was slightly ridden up. There was a vivid bruising, already healing. Caressing it, her eyes fell into a solemn look, thinking of home. Tammy, Lucy. She just hopes they're doing good. Her parents would call her, asking how she is, spending only a minute to talk to her before the conversation is averted about Natasha.

Pulling up the sweater to check on her other bruises, she saw how the others are still visible in the eyes close-up. She hopes it will be gone soon, people might think weird of her once they notice how she only wears a sweater and cover-ups.

Too lost in her thoughts, she did not notice the ninja-like footsteps getting near her. "Y/n?..." She jumped up at the sound, looking up to see Maria with a certain look on her face, her eyes glazing over the arm that was set in front of her. "Are you okay? What happened?" Looking down, Y/n realized that the sleeves was still ridden up.

Quickly pulling it down, she stood up. "Maria! I didn't- I didn't hear you... Why are you here?" Y/n mentally slalpped herself, sounding so nervous and maybe even mean. Fiddling the hem of her sleeves, she continued, "Have you eaten already? I cooked something... I-I'm just waiting for Natalia to come home, she left earlier, by the way-just incase you're looking for her..." She trailed off, not knowing what to say anymore.

Maria's gaze stayed for a while on Y/n's covered arms that was visible a while ago. She saw it. Bruises littered on her body is what her life is all about in this business, and she can't be mistaken if she saw one. She saw the stiff shoulder of Y/n and what seemed like a tensed body, clearly having a good read that it is not something she would be open into talking about. But to Natasha, she will for sure ask about it. There's no way Natasha's hurting her?

"Yeah- no, I mean, I was just gonna pass by to bring these papers to Natasha..." Briefly holding up a briefcase in hand, Maria's gaze averted to look back into Y/n's face. "She's been spending work times here, I told her I'd just give this to her and she agreed—where is she, by the way? Did she say anything about where she was going?" Maria asked as she put the suitcase on the coffee table and sat on the couch.

Y/n stayed standing up, "Uhm... no, she left in a hurry... and she also seemed stress." Silence enveloped the atmosphere around them, Maria seemed to be in a very deep thought as her gaze glued on the television while Y/n shifted on where she was standing.

"Would you— would you like to eat, Ria?" Maria look back at the young girl, smiling at the sound of the new nickname she earned.

"What do you have there?" Standing up, they both walked towards the kitchen.

"I cooked salmon! I also did some vegetables salads, if you would like I can make you some juices." Setting up a plate, Maria frowned.

"Aren't you gonna eat too? Did you eat already?" Sitting down, she muttered a small thank you when a glass of water was set in front of her.

"No, don't worry about me. I'll wait for Natalia..." Maria's eyes squinted a little as she looked at Y/n who was taking out the food from the oven.

"Why do you keep calling her Natalia?" Maria blurted out and Y/n frowned, her movements faltering as she turned to look at Maria.

"Isn't that her name?" She questioned.

With a chuckle, Maria took a sip on her water as the food was set in front of her. "No, yeah, it is, it is. She hates that name, do you know that? We all call her Natasha." Maria explained, amusement sparking in her voice.

With a deeper frown, Y/n sat down beside her, after setting all the food that is available in front of the raven haired woman. "She hates it? Really?" With a blown confused voice, she asked. "It's just... it was what I used to call her... before. From as far as I can remember."

"Yeah... but, doesn't seem like it when you're that one calling her that..." Maria took a bit of the delicious food, just as she was about to take a second bite, her movements faltered. "Wait... before?" Looking at Y/n who was looking ahead into a space, seemingly lost in her thoughts with a faint blush creeping up on her cheeks.

"Yeah... when we were kids. She used to come in our house with her parents, but I remember only very little." She explained, looking at Maria with a small smile on her face. "Why?" Seeing the distant look on Maria's face, she asked curiously.

A blip of silence came over, the gears running inside of Maria's head seemed to be heard by the girl beside her before she clears her throat slowly. "Urhm... no, nothing. Just curious, that's all—This is so good, by the way. Might eat it all if only Natasha would not kill me." Giggling, Y/n shook her head.

"I can cook you another?" Warmth spreading in her chest, she thought how Natasha got so lucky.

"No, no, don't bother, this is all good." With a nod, Y/n settled beside Maria, conversation thrown at each other like a normal friends would do.

Y/n could only hope Natalia is fine and will come home sooner.

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3rd Person's POV:

Hours passed by and the both of them had settled by the living room, with Maria deciding to stay for a couple of more hours and Y/n now falling asleep on the couch.

Averting her gaze from the television to the young woman who had her head on her knuckles while the other hand cuddled a pillow on her lap. Maria looked down on her phone, all of her messages from Natasha popped up immediately with no reply in sight. Sighing she got up to get herself a glass of water, deciding to stay a few more minutes before heading off.

As she was pouring herself a glass of water, a sheets of colored papers along with some art materials caught her eyes. Flower papers. The same ones she saw on Natasha's glovebox. The same one she also saw on Natasha's room yesterday.

Huh. Smirking, she shook her head before the sound of the door caught her attention. It might be Natasha. Deciding to stay in the kitchen as those familiar quiet footsteps reached her ears. From where she was standing, she could still clearly see where Y/n was laying on the couch but she's not visible for anyone to see if the person walking inside will go straight in the living room.

She watched as the familar form of a red haired woman with a dominant aura walked slowly with careful steps that Maria is not familiar with approach the young woman. With furrowed eyebrows, curiosity filled her body as she watched Natasha stand still, her figure looming over the girl, just watching over her.

Slowly, a sly smirk made its way on her face as she decided to step little by little closer to the living room, coming into a view where she can see Natasha's face clearly.

There was a certain look in Natasha's face that she could not pinpoint. A certain look she'd never seen before. Now, with a frown, she thought how could Natasha not notice another presence with them? With her eyes soft and tensed at the same time, analyzing the small figure by the couch, she decided to get her attention.

"Natasha..." With an uncertainty in her voice, she called out.

Head whipping around, shoulder becoming tensed as her features falter, Natasha replied, "Maria..." Clearing her throat, she straighten up, turning on her heels and walked towards the kitchen, her eyes trailing towards the art materials present on the table. "What are you doing here?"

Watching as Natasha opened up the fridge but just stared. "I got you the files. Where did you went?" She asked.

"Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you not to come anymore. I'll be going back at the mansion." Closing the fridge, she went to sit on one of the stools, now looking straight into Maria's eyes, not caring how she ignored the second question.

Frowning, she asked, "What? What about Y/n?"

Natasha shrugged, "What about her? I mean, she's doing fine here...I can just check on her—you guys can check on her from time to time." Taking a sip on the beer she got from the fridge, she averted her gaze to look by the living room, her gaze immediately falling down on the young woman laying on the couch.

With a still frown, Maria couldn't help but notice how the atmosphere had shifted, now taking notice that there was something up with her friend. She know her too well not to notice it, but seeing how tensed Natasha was, she chose not to question. Questions that are already piling up after the things she had witnessed and learned today.

"Well, then, I should go now. The files are by the living room..." Turning, Maria gathered her things she left on the kitchen counter earlier.

"Thank you, Maria." Natasha said with a monotone, acknowledging the effort that was made by the woman.

With a nod, Maria walked towards the exit, but her movements faltering as she turned her head to look at Natasha who was still looking ahead. "She cooked for you..." Even with her face in a stone cold feature, Maria could see right through her. "She was waiting for you to come back."

Receiving no reply, Maria headed off, leaving Natasha in her own bubble that seemed to be going off in any moment.

As soon as the sound of the door closing in, she swallowed a heavy lump that formed in her throat, her facade falling into pieces as she took a deep breath, closing her eyes as she let it out.

As soon as she opened it, she saw a movement by the living room. Taking a large swig of the beer, she watched as the figure took notice of her presence. Those eyes that haunted her in her sleep, the same ones she craved as soon as she wakes up. Natasha made no effort in resolving her facade, watching as the young woman marched forward in the kitchen, strands of hair falling into place as she took careful steps just like what she always do, as if worrying that she might trip.

Natasha learned all her habits, the way she would tuck her hair behind her ear, how she would fiddle the ends of her sleeve as she tried to cover up her hands as if she was not covered enough with those sweaters and cardigans along with leggings and pants that seemed to be countless. The way her eyes would move everywhere when she's nervous and couldn't seemed to hold an eye contact. Many more she could not even begin to explain, and many more she could not stop thinking about.

She was held captive, and she knows it. Especially, after tonight. It was a hard pill to swallow, finally realizing that she was capable of doing something she grew up thinking she was not able to do so.

"You're home." Home. Natasha's gaze felt like she was burning holes into Y/n's eyes. "Do you wanna eat? Wait, let me just reheat it. Maria was here earlier, she got your files by the living room—oh, I also made a dessert for us, thankfully Maria did not see it inside the fridge, she would eat it all for sure." A giggle passed her soft lips, even though she was not in Natasha's view, the red head could see the smile she wanted so badly to keep from the world and own it to herself.

So that she could only see it.

So that she could only smile for her.

She was not supposed to feel like this, and that was what makes it more a bitter thing to taste.

"She's just simply the paper in between their business, Natasha. After the marriage, you and I both know she's nothing to father..."

Her facade hardened at the voice of her sister from earlier, receiving the truthful message that made everything clear for her.

She was not supposed to feel like this because that smile was never meant to be hers.

She has a mission to do, a mission for herself.

"...and you and I both know she means nothing to you..."

Standing up, everything seemed to be closing in around her. Gulping down the beer while her eyes strayed away from the one's who's trying to catch it with a confused and worrying gaze.

"I'm not hungry. You should also clean that mess up... can't have my house piling up with childish things." Pointing briefly on the art material she knew clearly well was meant to be given to her.

She was met with silence, and it was almost deafening. Walking away, her insides screamed to her the giggle earlier, craving to hear her voice filling up the air as she bid her goodnight.

Once again, a lump started to form in her throat, but this time, she can't find the strength to swallow.

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Author's note: Hope you liked it! I tried my best, really ಠ⁠︵⁠ಠ I'll do better on the next one! More angst piling up in the corner, I know this seemed to be in a rush but I promise to give more on the next ones! Many peeps keeps on messaging me and piling up my asks so I just did what I can do at the moment ಠ⁠ ⁠೧⁠ ⁠ಠ thank you for reading, until next time!

[quitealotofsodapop]

Okay, I just saw the "Bai He is Red Son's lil sister" AU idea and I'm imagining this-

DBK: "Flesh, bone- who is that."

Bai He, half-hiding behind Iron Fan because nervous at how he'll receive her: "Hi."

Iron Fan: "Our-"

Red Son, scooping up Bai He to present her to the father she's never met: "My baby sister!"

DBK: *immediately shrinks down to look at her*

Ref.

Part of me is torn on how Bai He comes into the Demon Bull Fam's lives. I'm leaning towards her being a bio baby who was conceived before DBK was imprisoned - making her anger at SWK more personal. Her demonic ageing putting her 490-something (demon pregnancies don't really follow earth time too good) years at roughly the age of a nine year old girl.

PIF would most likely seek out Guanyin for help in this time. Even with her health at risk, the former Celestial Princess will not ask her mother Xiwangmu for assistance.

The pregnant queen nearly moves to the Southern Seas entirely, only leaving to covertly manage her and DBK's estates. Guanyin's most fiery disciple, Red Son, is able to tackle his grief over his father's imprisonment with his mother at his side, funnelling his rage into protective fervour.

Red Son declares that he'll find a way to lift the Staff trapping the family patriarch without the Monkey King's power. Iron Fan wishes him well. A great part of his determination in part to his upcoming baby sister.

The second Demon Bull calf has a shockingly uneventful birth. She's quite small, and skinny, but doesn't cause much fuss when entering the world.

Except for nearly blinding all those in attendance with her brilliant white flame.

The tiny but brilliant white-blue flame on her head quickly recedes back into her body - a more dramatic version of her older brother's emotional red blaze. PIF dubs her daughter "her little White Lily" as a reference to the girl's small but powerful fire.

Iron Fan immediately takes greater interest in her son's research.

PIF wants her daughter to have a childhood away from the dangers of monkeys or Heaven. But if the only way Bai He will ever meet her father is by removing the Staff - then Iron Fan will level the whole of Megapolis to make it so.

When the time finally comes and Red Son's gauntlet proves able to lift the weight of the Staff - the whole Demon Bull family gather at a construction site deep in the heart of the modern city.

The Demon Bull King notices the tiny little girl hiding behind his wife's skirt before he can even wonder on how he was released.

He leans and shrinks down in a smaller size to see her closer. He needs no introduction. She even smells like she's his.

The little girl shyly touches her father's raw snout. She itches at the budding calf horns hidden in her black hair as a show of empathy.

DBK, shocked: "Tieshan... you were?" PIF, sad nod: "I was. I had no time to tell you that our prayers had been answered a second time. This is Bai He. Our little White Lily." DBK: "White lily?" Red Son, excited: "She has this amazing power! Show her meimei!" Bai He, nervous: "Am I, mama?" PIF, nodding: "Yes, baobei. Show your baba what you did when you first greeted this world." Bai He: (*takes a wide stance and concentrates hard.*) Red Son & PIF: (*quickly cover their eyes.*) (*a massive white flame flashes throughout the dark construction sight - blinding all of the Bull clones and a certain eavesdropping noodle delivery boy.*) DBK, dazed but adoring: "My word! Such a powerful blast for someone so small! And you say she did that when she was but a babe?" PIF, fond smile: "It nearly blinded Guanyin themselves. While her flames do not burn hot, they burn bright." Red Son, wipes glasses: "Yes. Though I think it hasn't helped my vision much." DBK, finally noticing: "Who is that young man holding Ruyi Jingu Bang?" MK: (*still very dazed and confused, having accidentally grabbed the Staff to steady himself in the confusion.*) Red Son, Bai He, and PIF: "!?!?" Red Son: "We have... NO idea." Bai He: "I do! His baba makes super tasty noodles!" PIF: "That's what you've been eating when I give you treat money?" Bai He: "Kitties hang outside the shop!" :3

The confused chase still occurs - now with Red Son's vehicles having a sidecar or booster seat to accommodate Bai He.

PIF: "Don't run off just yet. Take your sister with you." Red Son, embarrassed: "Mo-ther! I'm going on a high-speed chase! Not a Sunday drive!" Bai He, huffing: "You never let me ride with you!" DBK, fond chuckle: "Listen to your mother, boy." Red Son: (*angrily grumbles as he adds a second seat with safety belts.*) Bai He, smugly: >:3

PIF still steals back the Staff and tosses MK away into the lava flow of FFM's volcanic ring, albeit more gently. She swears that having a daughter has softened her.

MK is a little hurt, but is ultimately ok. He tells Pigsy and Mei to stay on the ship as he heads deeper into the archipelago. Staff or no staff, he needs to talk to the Monkey King.

The Demon Bull family's conquest of the city comes to a grinding halt when they realise that their youngest member is missing...

PIF, gritting her teeth in anger: "Red Son? Where is your sister?" Red Son, wasn't paying attention: ( ˶°ㅁ°)...

Mr Tang has zero reference for who the tiny, and bite-y little demon that ambushed them on the boat is, but she's certainly is not on their side! Thankfully she is also quickly distracted by all the foster cats on Sandy's boat.

So now there's a double panic of "What happening to our kid!?" happening on both sides of the conflict!

Mei suggests using Bai He as a hostage in exchange for the Staff. Bai He retorts that villains take hostages, not heroes, and that she's actually taken them all hostage! Mei and Tang splutter who thats not how it works!

Pigsy instead laughs and indulges the little girl, putting on a show of pleading to her to spare their lives. And if she's going to bring them back to her parents to show off how she captured all the Monkey King's allies? Bai He excitedly agrees to this suggestion and demands that they sail back to Megapolis! Pigsy whispers to the group that it's the easiest way to keep the Bulls out of MK's hair while he finds the Monkey King.

MK mentions a "weird little girl" amongst the Demon Bull Family, and Sun Wukong looks legitimately surprised and... regretful?

Wukong: "Oh no... If I had known I wouldn't have... you say that they're back in the city, right?" MK, confused by the reaction: "Uh, yeah?" Wukong: "Ok. Lets go." MK: "Huh? Really!? Thats it?" Wukong, summons his cloud: "Yep. Need to say some deep apologies when I get there." MK, climbs on: "What apologies? They stole your Staff!" Wukong: "And *I* left Princess Iron Fan to raise a second baby without her husband around! Rampage or not, I would have vouched for DBK if I had known another baby bull was on the way!" MK: "Oh dang. Thats a good point. No wonder they hate your guts." Wukong, groans: "Don't remind me."

Whether or not the Demon Bull clan accept Sun Wukong's apology is up for debate.

They at a very least form a truce with Pigsy and Sandy so that Bai He can still visit her favourite noodle shop and see all the kitties.

And the Bull Family still end up releasing a terrible power hidden deep below the city...

[starsfic]

Idea base on other anon promt

Prompt: Wukong wants to attend all his loved ones' weddings.

And the Bull family decide to invite him on Red Son wedding.

Imagine something happened, don't know what it is but somehow Wukong just didn't get invition 'card' and he thought they don't want him there ...even when it's hurt he respect them for that and didn't show up.

Several things were going wrong.

This was supposed to be his son’s wedding. Things were not supposed to be going wrong, and it enraged Niu.

First off, the venue had been changed without anyone knowing, leading to the temple he and his family had used before his sealing, being very confused when they showed up to decorate, alongside some Dao temple he had never heard of. Next, someone had cancelled the cake, and today was when most grocery stores were closed, meaning neither he or the pig or someone in their families could get ingredients to make the cake, and the wedding bouquets had been changed. Then an argument had sprung up between the dragon girl’s family and his family over Ao Lie, which was adding even more stress. Then, someone slashed the tires on the wedding limo.

Then his brother, who had not been invited, popped up with an invitation and proceeded to run his mouth.

And Sun Wukong had not shown up.

For some reason, that felt like the cherry on top of what was becoming a shitshow of a day. Everyone was expecting a wedding today, and as more and more things happened, it was becoming more and more clear that a wedding would not be happening today. Niu allowed himself to stomp a little at the thought, fuming. He had been sent to get his former brother, because if he stuck around his blood brother, he would strangle someone.

Finally, he arrived at the waterfall. A few monkeys were gathered around, and he felt himself come to a stop as they all turned to him.

That had to be the dirtiest look he had ever been given.

Despite his nerves, Niu stepped forward. The waterfall gleamed before opening for him. He marched forward, ignoring the cracks and the green of new growth, instead focused on the small cottage. The moment he reached the door, he was pounding his fist against it.

“SIMIAN, I KNOW YOU’RE IN THERE! OPEN UP!”

The door opened on his fifth knock, revealing Sun Wukong.

An immediate feeling of guilt washed over him because it was clear that he had been crying. He wore a simple outfit with yellow fluffy slippers and a bathrobe. If he craned his head, Niu could see a trashcan filled with tissues.

“Hi,” Wukong said, his voice composed. “Did you need something?”

Niu pushed back the guilt, allowing his father’s rage to fill him. “I want to know why my oh so loving brother has not shown up to the wedding he insisted on being invited to,” he growled. “You’re taking time away from what I can do to fix this disaster.”

Wukong did not flinch or look guilty, which added points to the suspicion in the back of his mind. Instead, he looked confused and a touch angry. “I wasn’t invited, Brother Ox.”

“Excuse me? Yes, you were,” he said. “My wife was there when my son sent you the invitation.”

Now Wukong looked even more annoyed. “Well, maybe your son lied, because I never got an invitation,” he said, his nails digging into the door. “I was hurt, yes, but I understand the reasoning behind it.”

“What reasoning?”

The annoyance shifted to a “are you serious” look. “I am a political landmine, brother,” he said, not too gently. “I can count on one hand the number of people who like me, and most of their families do not. I admit, I am hurt that neither Xiaotian or Xiaojiao invited me, but…” Wukong gestured to himself. “I get it.”

It made sense. It also sucked. It was also incredibly confusing. “But you sent an RSVP back,” he said. 

Wukong stared at him. “How?” he said, sounding less angry and more baffled. “I never got the invitation. I was checking all my mailboxes for weeks.”

That slid the final piece in.

“Ruyi probably stole your invitation,” he said, reaching up and pinching the bridge of his nose to hopefully stem the headache. “He showed up with the invitation card, even though we agreed he would never get one.” Further pieces clicked together. “And I am willing to bet that my foolish idiot of a brother has been sabotaging everything today!” According to his wife, Ruyi had been trying to wed his son off for his own power since he had been buried. Thankfully, nothing had ever gone through, but…

Wukong’s jaw dropped. “He’s sabotaged the wedding?!”

“Yes, he cancelled the venue and he cancelled the-”

“No, wait.” Wukong yanked out his phone with a few hairs, blowing on them. “Go and get my address book,” he ordered one as he turned on his phone and tapped something. It started to ring in a threeway call. Before his wife or the pig could respond, he started talking as he stuffed the small rectangle into Niu’s hand. “I have a bunch of clones and a bunch of people who owe me favors and Xiaotian knows my bank account info. List everything out and if Ruyi has fucked anything else up, tell them. I am going to get dressed, and I’m going to ask my grandchildren to set up a venue here.”

His heart skipped a beat. “You’re willing to-”

“Of course,” Wukong said without a second to think about it. “The trio are going to get the best day of their lives,” His voice grew louder as he marched back into the cottage. “Even if I have to wrangle the Jade Emperor back to life!”

…this is why he adored his brother.

[byeoltoyuki]

hii could you please write a lee know x reader parenting series where they are like married and have a one month old baby 😭 my mind goes crazy everytime i think about minho as a dad

Hello sweet anon! A serie would be a big thing and even if I love the idea, I sadly don't have enough time to write it since I have already so much on my wiplist ;_; Now that being said, I still wrote a small drabble because I also live for dad Minho. I changed the age to six months, it was easier for me this way :). Hopefully you'll like it ♥

genre: established relationship / fluff overload /

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“No one shall be my wife but she whose foot this golden slipper fits.” Minho read out loud, Minji nicely placed on his laps. He didn’t think it could possibly calm his six months old baby, she was too young, and yet it was doing a rather good job. She stopped crying the moment he started reading, doing his best to put as many emotions as he could into his voice. He tried to adapt along with the characters he played. And Minji? She seemed to love that as she giggled loudly every time his voice changed.

So he kept reading, stopping from time to time just so he could kiss the crown of Minji’s head.

“This also is not the right one,” said he, “have you no other daughter?” “No” said the man “There is still a little stunted kitchen-wench which my late wife left behind her, but she cannot possibly be the bride.”

Minho had to stop the urge to close the book. Fairy tales were not his cup of tea, especially those with princesses that needed to be saved. Clearly, Cinderella wasn’t a princess but definitely one young, lovely woman that needed some serious saving. He wasn’t fond of that. Yet, for the sake of his own daughter’s entertainment, he kept reading.

“That is the true bride!” The step-mother and the two sisters were terrified and became pale with rage; he, however, took Cinderella on his horse and rode away with her.

“Nope.” Minho closed the book and pushed it away from him. “I can’t. That some serious bull-“ he stopped right on time before the curse left his lips. He scooped Minji in his arms and looked fondly at her. “You, my sweet, little angel, don’t need a man.” And with that he peppered her face with kisses until she squealed and tried to push him away with her tiny hands.

Minho was enjoying his sweet father-daughter moment, he failed to notice that you were finally back from your first, little girls’ night. At least, until he heard your sweet chuckle.

“I thought you said you’ll never, ever, read her bed time stories, hm?” You teased, knowing how much those stories repulsed him. The day he saw you buying those books, he was read to set them on fire. And yet, look at him now.

For the sake of pettiness, he ignored your comment and instead gave his full attention to Minji. “You’re gonna be a strong, independent and lovely woman.” Minho told her softly before his eyes found yours, he just couldn’t help it. “Just like your mom. You won’t need a man to be happy.”

Of course, he would say something like that, you thought. You were used to him being all snarky and teasing, sometimes looking and sounding cold and yet he had the biggest and softest heart you had ever met.

With a big smile plastered on your face, you got closer to the bed. You kissed Minji’s head before pecking Minho’s lips. “Cute. But should I remind you that this,” You pointed at yourself,” Incredible, beautiful, strong and absolutely hilarious wife of yours still needed a man like you to make her life perfect, hm?”  

Minho considered your words for a moment, his eyes darting back and forth between you and your baby. “True. But she’s not allowed to date. That’s it.” No man could be enough, could be good enough for his little girl. Not in this world.

“Minho!” You groaned. You should have known the day you found out you were expecting a girl that Minho would be, from time to time, an overprotective dad.

“What?” He feigned innocence.

“You know you can’t shield her forever, right?”

“Fine. She can date.” He agreed, “But only once I’m dead and buried.”

Yeah, it was too good to be true, you told yourself. You smiled nevertheless. “And then you’ll come and haunt the poor man?”

Minho’s grin turned pure evil. Of course, you saw right through him after years of knowing each other. With Minji, still in his arms, he stood up from the bed and brought her back to her cradle. He kissed her head and straightened back to look at you. “Exactly.”

You laughed at his words, at his confidence and fierceness. You wrapped your arms around him and rested your head against his back. He felt warm and like home. “You’re impossible.”

“And that’s why you love me.”

“Unfortunately.”

“Take that back, lady!” He turned to face you, hands on his hips, he feigned annoyance but the glint in his eyes told you another story. “Take that back or else,”

“Or what?” You dared him, knowing damn well you were in troubled waters.

Before you could do some more provoking, Minho grabbed you and threw you over his shoulder making you squeal in return.

“Minho!”

But he only laughed and slapped your ass for good measure. “Let me show you.”

[authorxxxxxx]

Killer | Ivan Drago x fem!reader

Summary : It was an extremely brutal fight - to say at least - but his focus wasn't entirely there. Her scared gaze made him feel something that he shouldn't. He was angry at himself. She was scared of him. She was scared of the raw unfiltered strength he has. She shouldn't be feeling this way.

Tw : emotional distress, violence and physical harm, aggression and rage, power dynamics, possessiveness and jealousy, kinda angsty in general but there is a lot of unresolved tension between them, size difference just because.

Notes : To answer your questions about this, no, Ivan isn't married and no, he doesn't kill Apollo Creed but he still fights Rocky. Y/N is Rocky's younger sister and Andrian's best friend. And yes, they get together at the end so don't worry.

Edit : English isn't my first language so please just bare with me, also I tried proofreading this and this was the best I could. Also if you don't like what you're reading just scroll down and don't leave mean or hateful comments, I'm doing the best I can.

Tags : @unimportantbabymilksharkte

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"For the love of God Rocky , please just hear me out for one second." You begged your brother.

"Just shut up and get out of my face Y/N i'm sick of this." Rocky screamed back at you.

Andrian was sitting in the couch silently observing you two. She knew that it would be better if she didn't interfere, but this time Rocky had actually crossed the line. Telling you to shut up ?

"She's right Rocky. You're gonna get yourself killed. Remember what Apollo told you after the fight. He's ruthless." She told her husband.

"So what ? " He screamed back at them.

"What do you mean so what ? Are you kidding me right now ? Are you joking or do you seriously want to get punched to death by a human mountain ? Because if you do you are just so incredibly stupid." You said angrily.

Rocky's response was a small chuckle, but before he could respond you interrupted him.

"His coach said that whatever he hits, he destroys, and don't deny that Rocky. I was there. I saw the whole thing."

And it was true. You were there when the Siberian Bull - as they call him - fought Apollo Creed and won. And of course you sow the whole thing.

And more.

You were anxiously fidgeting with a small gem that was on your nail, ready to fall out.

"Jesus." You heard Andrian silently saying to you as James Brown started singing Living In America and Apollo made his way to the ring stealing the spotlight with flashing lights.

"I know." You said back not looking away. His gaze wandere around, taking the magnitude of what was happening around him.

Ivan was already bored and not at all amused by this. Even though he liked and respected Apollo as a fighter, he was tired of his constant need of being extra. He rolled his eyes and slowly turned his head towards her.

He was looking for her angelic presence amidst the chaos. Her was struck, almost phusically, by her beauty.

As the bell rang he moved towards the center of the ring just wanting to get this done so he could go back to his hotel room and think of her not feeling guilty.

His powerful frame moved with precision and force, each punch a testament to his immense power, but his mind was elsewhere.

Her.

He noticed how tensed she was or how she was flinched every time he exchanged punches with Apollo.

Besides her Rocky Balboa, his wife and Apollo's wife. He connected the dots.

Great.

She was Rocky's sister.

But that didn't stop his feelings. If anything, now he wanted her even more.

Without realising it his punches became even more forceful, but his eyes were locked on her.

Unfortunately Andrian had caught up on this. She knew that look. Fear and desire.

"Tell me your not serious ? Please." She told Y/N but she already knew the answer to that. "Oh come on Y/N not him. Out of all the guys you choose him ?

"I'm sorry alright ? But, I can't help it. You know what I'm going through. You went the same with my brother." Y/N said to her.

"He is the enemy. How did that even start ? " Andrian asked curiously.

"He's been looking me since the interview." Y/N answered.

"Since then ? And you told me nothing ? " Andrian said shosked but deep down she knew that things like that happen. It wasn't Y/N's fault.

As the fight continued it was clear that Apollo was losing. Rocky was getting angrier by the second. Apollo was really hurt. "He's ruthless." Apollo said to Rocky and without hesitation Rocky rushed towards the center of the ring dropping Apollo's towel, signaling that the fight is over, but demanding a rematch.

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He was relentless. Walking back and forth in his hotel room, taking showers, running, lifting weights, punching bags his thoughs were consumed by her.

Nothing helped. Touching himself made it worse. But he couldn't seem to stop. Constantly being hard and in private his hand was always fisting or stroking his dick thinking of her. Her innocent eyes, her lips, the curves of her body.

He imagined her eyes rolling back, kissing her lips until they bleed, how his big hands would look at her small waist.

He couldn't wait until the next game. Tension was building inside him- one that was raw, primal. Need to consume. He thought about her fear and vulnerability.

The desire was undeniable, they both felt an urge that demanded to be fullfilled.

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She literally had no idea of how she found herself in this situation.

They were so close.

Everyone was staying in the Grand Hotel in Las Vegas for the preparation for the fight. Today was the interview of Rocky and Ivan, but she left during the middle of it wanting to escape Drago's intense stare. She knew that he would find it weird, but she didn't expect this.

Him standing in front of her. Her heart raced. Drago's eyes locked onto hers as he slowly approached her.

"You were difficult to ignore tonight." He said to her, his voice deep.

Her cheeks flushed slightly at his comment,his eyes scaned her face.

"I didn't mean to distract you." She said, trying to maintain her composure.

He stepped closer, the space between them narrowing as he continued to study her. " Are you afraid ? " He asked.

"No, I'm just worried about your fight with my brother." She answered.

His eyes were now glued to her lips. "And what about me ? " He asked.

She hesitated, struggling to find the correct words.

They were both aware of their feelings for each other, the sexual tension between them becoming unbearable. presence both commanding and soothing.

He took a step closer to her, his large hands found their way to her delicate waist gently bringing her closer to him. Their faces were mere inches apart. Her lips just a breath away from his.

Their lips brushed together briefly, the touch was enough to sent a jolt through both of them. Her eyes fluttered closed for a brief moment, her body instinctively leaning into him, craving more despite the fear that gripped her.

His hands found themselves travelling up the sides of her waist, the moment their lips met, he pressed his lips against hers parting them as his tongue explored her mouth.

Drago's hands remained on her waist, as they broke their kiss. Their breaths came in ragged gasps. They simply stared at each other, the air between them was thick with tension.

He kissed her again, slowly pushing her against the wall, his lips travelling from her mouth to her neck searching for the sensitive spot that woud make her react to his actions. Her head tilted back, her eyes fluttering closed as she surrendered to him. His palms found their way to her breasts, his touch firm and possessive. A quiet moaned escaped her lips and he swore that was the sound that he loved the most.

Voices could be heard coming towards them so he quickly backed off not wanting to get caught up in the act. But it was probably for the best. They could continue someplace else.

"Come with me." He said to her while grabbing her hand guiding her elsewhere.

[romanstheory]

nEXt a Roman Reigns One Shot

Warnings: language, smut, cheating, edging, Roman x fem

Word count: 1,170

18 +

nofotane - The wife of the tribal chief (according to google)

"I know what happened between you and Roman is unfortunate, but you still have to go out there and pretend to be in love with him" Paul Heyman says pestering me once again about going out to the ring and pretending. Roman and I have been broken up for months and ever god damn week I have to go out there and pretend to be his nofotane. Roman is incredible in bed, my god he's amazing..... but as a partner he's clueless. I could never get through his thick skull that maybe sometimes I want to be taken out or shown off. His tribal chief persona started leaking into our personal life and it poisoned our relationship.

"I know Paul, we've been through this before" I say tucking laces into my fresh air force ones. "We have, and you know just as well as I do that Roman can be....... A lot. I know he's been on your nerves but please just keep going..... Do it for me" Paul says bending down and placing his hand on top of mine. "Don't worry, I won't go super kicking him anytime soon" I chuckle before walking out of the room. I let out a long sigh while I walk to the curtain. Solo follows shortly after "You ready?" He asks me "I guess you could say that" I reply. "He should be coming around the corner in a second" Solo replies. He scoots over so that Roman will stand next to him and not me. Solo quickly became a close friend after Roman and I started dating, and after the split all the wanted to do was keep the peace.

"You look sexy tonight" Roman says slowly walking up, looking me up and down. "I know" I say looking at him and then away quickly. "Roman will cut his promo to give more attention to backlash….. nothing more nothing less…. Per usual. “Please behave” Paul whispers to me before the four of us head out. Roman does his normal “acknowledge me” opening and the crowd eats it up. “At backlash Je-“ Roman begins before I snatch the Mike from him and walk towards the camera. “At backlash, Jey I hope you’re ready to get chewed up and spit out. I hope you’re ready to meet your worst nightmare in the tribal chief Roman Reigns” I bark into the mic. Roman like dumbfounded, Solo and Paul are just as confused. Paul rubs his temples a closed his eyes. “But more importantly be prepared to deal with ME” I bark again. The crowd pops and the rest of the promo segment continues.

Backstage Roman grabs my arm “care to explain?” He asks. “Nah not really” I say with a laugh. “EXPLAIN” he demands, clenching his jaw and frowning his eyebrows. Whew it was so sexy the way he looked when he was angry, maybe that’s why I liked doing it so much. “I’m not your nofotane and I’m tired of pretending to be. I’m not your shadow, we’re not even together” I reply “it felt like we never even were together”. Roman paces back and fourth, that’s what he did when he was too angry to figure out words. “You’re still stuck on that?” He rebutted finally “I said I was sorry and you didn’t care. What do you want me to do?”

“I want you to fucking mean it Joe!” I scream at him. “Y’all good? Or you need a second?” Solo says looking at me and then at Roman as we approach Roman’s dressing room. “Give us a second please” I reply. Paul and Solo quickly turn around and leave. “Nothing I do is ever good enough for you” Roman barks. Rage fills my body, you could almost see steam pouring out of my ears. My emotions are everywhere. “I gave you everything Joe, EVERYTHING. Every second of my time, my undivided attention. Every piece of me and you still decided to cheat on me, and treat me like I was nothing” I say with tears escaping my eyes. I quickly rub them away “so fuck you and your sorry Joe”

He’s bull headed, never really hearing what you have to say. The room is silent for what feels like forever. “You can hate me all you want to” He says breaking the silence “I gave you good dick and paid your bills so what are you complaining about”. I jump out of my seat and seemingly levitate to him “I swear to God I hate you with everything in me” I say getting pointing at him. He grabs my face quickly, pressing our lips together and backing me into the wall.

Rage fucking was my favorite thing to do with him. It never solved anything but it made me feel better in the moment. Call it toxic, I don’t care it felt good every single time. He presses his body against mine, my heart is racing while he rips away at my clothing and me at his. He quickly and aggressively picks me up, pressing his own back against the wall this time. “I hate you so much” I mutter. “How much?” He grumbles back

“I hate you more than I’ve ever hated anyone before” I reply. He presses his length into me “promise?” He says with a smirk as a gasp escapes my lips. How could something so wrong feel so right? Our bodies crash together while he hate fucks me. I begin breathing heavy as his big muscular arms flex while they shove me deeper and deeper onto his long thick member. “Scream, you know you want to” Roman growls. “You take every inch of this dick like a good girl” he growls again

I can’t control my screams and moans, they flow out of my mouth like it’s second nature. I begin to reach my climax when Roman quickly pulls out of me “not until I say so” Roman growls. He loved edging me on, taking control, and having me in the palm of his hand. Another way for him to control the situation, it was sexy though…. But I’ll never tell him that. He lays me on my back and spreads my legs before licking my throbbing clit. He swirls his tongue around in circles lightly flicking it with his tongue. He uses one hand to pleasure himself, stroking his long hard penis. My back arches and my legs sighted around his head “oh my god oh my god!” I scream. “Yeah scream daddy’s name” He says making eye contact with me continuing to lick me perfectly. “Joe! Oh fuck!” I scream at the top of my lung. “Now cum for me” He demands. Pleasure begins to explode inside of my like a million fireworks. Roman moans softly as he releases his load onto the floor by my ass. I reach my climax, screaming and shaking rapidly. “Good girl” He says sitting up licking his lips “Now get dressed we have a flight”

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Unsolicited 20

Warnings: bad self-thought/talk, bullying, insults, low self-esteem, money problems, oral/noncon, coercion, cum, some untagged sexual and dark elements.

Wouldn’t mind some feedback! Lloyd was driving me nuts so I had to do it. Thank you in advance 💜

Masterlist

Your cheeks are flushed with heat as the server returns with your entrees. Lloyd shamelessly keeps his hand nestled between your tingling thighs, clamped in an attempt at modesty. He sits forward to eat with his free hand as you can barely keep your head from wobbling. You feel as if everyone in the place has witnessed your undoing.

“Mmm, better get it while it’s hot,” he scoops up a mouthful of season potatoes, “I’m not spending money for nothing, babe.”

He pinches you before finally removing his hand. He takes his knife, not bothering to wipe the glisten from his fingers, as he cuts into his filet. You slowly sit up as your eyes flick over to Colin as he reads over the bill.

He avoids meeting your gaze but you’re happy for it, humiliated and hot. You pick at the lobster tail with your fork and peer down at your plate. This night couldn’t be over soon enough.

“Aw, don’t pout, baby, I’m just getting started,” he bites into a chunk of juicy beef, chewing noisily.

“Hey!” There’s a shout and the clatter of a tray as empty dishes crash onto the floor. You look up as a man shoves a waiter out of his way, skidding on his soles as he stops beside Colin’s table, “what the fuck is going on here?”

Your mouth falls open as Lloyd reaches for his whiskey and finishes it with a pop of his lips, “looks like he got my message.”

“What?” You look at him as he watches with delight.

“Tell me you haven’t dreamed of this. Look at the coward, he’s about to piss his pants.”

“Wh–why?”

“Oh come on, you should be thanking me,” he leans back and drapes his arm over your shoulders, “in fact, you’re gonna thank me. On the way back. When we get there. And so on. The night is young, sweet cheeks.”

You look back to the scene across the restaurant, reminded of the night you came and Colin left you alone and nearly sobbing. The words he said to you then and after. The accusations that proved to be little more than projection.

For once, you agree with this douchebag at your elbow. He deserves this.

“That’s my fucking wife!” The much bigger man drags Colin out of his seat. Your husband couldn’t be called small but he was shorter and more slender than the bull shaking him by his collar, “my slut of a wife!”

Those words sting and you tilt your head. You know what it’s like to be on the receiving end yet you can’t feel sorry for the blond grabbing onto the angry man’s arm. She did this. They both did. They ruined two marriages for what?

“Do you ever come here without making a scene?” You lift your cocktail and drain it until there’s only a few chips of melted ice.

“I don’t do quiet,” he shrugs and goes back to his meal, “and I like a show with my dinner.”

You sniff as a gaggle of waiters try to calm the raging man throttling your husband. The mention of police moves the rabble towards the door but not without chaos. Table wobble with the impact of the intertwined man as heels click in their stead, following the fight outside.

“I need another drink,” you put your glass down, “preferably a double.”

Lloyd raises his hand and whistles, “garcon.”

You cringe and sink down lower. His quick response would be flattering if it wasn’t completely patronizing.

💎

Your stomach is unsettled, the pasta sitting like a lump as your anxiety flickers in your chest. You sit back in the low car seat and frame your forehead with your hand. A nice relaxing shower somehow ended in you being wound tighter than before.

"Baby, better keep me awake, you don't want me falling asleep at the wheel, do ya?" Lloyd says as he steers out into the street, giving his stomach a slap, "god, that was good, wasn't it?"

His hand slips down and he flicks his belt. You straighten in your seat as his eyes flash at you in the rearview. You repress your agitation and reach between the seats, bending over the stick as you pull back the tail of his belt.

It's just one thing after the other, you gripe inwardly, this man will never let you relax. Never let you catch your breath.

You unhook his belt and open his fly. You want to get home and go to bed. He's just a man, you get him off and he'll be ready for the same. He's hard as you reach beneath the fabric, unsurprised by his lack of briefs.

You take him out and stroke him mechanically. Men are easy when they have their pants down. Your husband proved that. With his own boss. His ex that he never shut up about. You should've known. You were never good enough and now look at you.

You push your mouth around him, grazing him with your teeth.

"Eh, put some love into it," he flinches and rests his hand on your head, "fuck."

You loosen your throat and grimace around him. You bob up and down, the noise making you sick, stirring the storm already whirling in your stomach. He clutches your air as you ignore the ache in your jaw.

Your eyes water at the sudden awareness of yourself, of what you're doing, of how you won't stop. You have nothing and this man made sure of that. Tonight wasn't a favour, it was just another reminder of his power over you.

You drag your tongue up and down, flicking around his tip. You wiggle your nose and force back the haze of tears. No, he won't see you like that. He's seen enough. You're just buzzed, maybe a bit depressed.

You bring your hand up and work him diligently. He groans and swerves as he squeezes his fistful of hand.

"Jeez, baby, you're gonna get us in trouble," he chortles and shoves you down, "ah, you little slut, you already got me ready to blow."

He takes over, guiding your pace as his fingers stretch over your skull. He drags you along his length and groans.

"Yeah, you gobble that dick," he slithers, "I'm gonna cum and you're gonna drink it up, yeah…."

He pushes you to his limit and his hips buck. He snarls and slams on the break, spilling down your throat as he sputters. He grips the wheel tight and holds you in place and drowns you until you're gagging.

He lets you go and you sit up, coughing as you spit up his cum. You fall against the leather as your body vibrates and you cover your face in shame.

"Please," you rasp, "I want to go home."

"Home," he shifts back into gear with a scoff, "what home?"

[slifarianhawk]

Chapter 26: make it easy on yourself

As Albert, Excella, and I drank, I rang the boys back in through the comm link.

When they walked into the room, I offered them a drink to which Nighthawk and Steve took the offer up. I had Archer put away the Disaronno and Osmanthus wine as the festivities were winding down.

"Now that you are a part of tricell, there is something that needs to be done, my dear lotus." Wesker said, stroking my cheek,"a gift if you would believe it or not."

"Yes, the main reason I went to Russia was to extract two people. A Dr. Cordell and his lovely wife, the main doctor in the creation of the Angelis virus project, which you are so versed in." Excella said, taking a sip of her brandy.

My eyes flared their signature, icy blue. My blood started to boil, memories flooding to the surface. My body slowly started to tremble in rage. I dropped my glass and watched it shatter.

A massive growl was unleashed from my throat,"CORDELL!"

(FLASHBACK)

{Trigger warning torture mentions of non con}

/October 28,1998/

Cold, my knees and feet were freezing on the cement floor. Seven needles stuck in my back. My arms chained down pinned to my side. The cold steel dug deep into my wrist, causing deep gashes and scarring cuts. My body naked in a hunched over position translucent white fluid dripping from my back side. Tears stained my cheeks.

CRACK! A bull whip rung out slicing open the flesh between the first row of syringes. Searing pain was all I felt as the wound hastily repaired itself.

"Her will is undeniably strong, colonel Sergei. But it seems the Angelis virus has also made her at least much more easily fixable. Just admire how fast she heals." Dr. Cordell said, walking in front of me as my eyes glowed a cold shade of blue,"tell me, was she truly wasted on scum like that damnable traitor, Wesker?".

I growled and started to transform into the equinoxal mutation. They brought up him. Here, why!?! just to rub salt in the wound of being stuck here. My dead husband is coming back to haunt me again.

ZAP

Scorching pain seared through me. A cattle prod was pulled away from my side. The pain was a reset to my body, causing the transformation process to halt. The ringing in my ears started to amplify.

When I get out of these damn chains, Sergei will pay. He already had taken my support system, and now he's rubbing a wound with salt. I was going to make him pay dearly for this.

"Yes, I do wish I got to my niece first before that stupid roach did, but lord Spencer has his plans for her. As his most loyal follower, I'll obey his every command." Sergei said, taking a scalpel and carving his name into my back, "doesn't mean I can't have fun with her. I already tainted her lovely back side. Now I'm going to work on that pretty little mouth of hers. Slowly, I'll mold her into the perfect toy and soldier for me and Spencer. When the time comes, she'll be able to eradicate our infestation." A dark laugh echoed out of Vladimirs throat.

"HE IS ALREADY DEAD AND GONE HIC JUST KILL ME YOU HEARTLESS BASTARD." I screamed at the thought of Sergei shoving his disgusting penis in my face. It made me feel sick to my stomach.

"She doesn't know, does she colonel?" Dr. Cordell asked.

"Know what, Sergei? What are you not telling me?" I growled out, my nails slowly growing and turning black.

"Red queen." Sergei said, turning to face the wall.

"Yes, Colonel?" A red hologram of a beautiful woman appeared.

"Show our dear agent seven forty-eight the final moments of the mansion lab and front entryway." Sergei said as a screen lowered into view.

Cctv footage played of the Arkley lab on the night of July twenty fourth.

"You'll regret this, my lady, of that I promise." His eyes left a trail like mine except his glowed a brilliant red.

It showed him plowing through B.O.W.S. and even trapping Lisa Trevor. The best and worst part was that he was alive and had survived. He hadn't come to me. He didn't even come home or contact me.

"He.....he...... he abandoned me.....why?" I was there. I came back to Raccoon City to find him. Spencer was right he had survived and chose not to come for me.

Doctor Cordell laughed along with Sergei as my heart crumbled away into nothingness. The ringing in my ears was now a deafening roar. My face grew a sheet of black glass like silica, creating a mask that hid my tears. My choking sobs started to sound like blood curdling growls. My canines were now black and four inches long over my bottom lip. Six massive bloody batlike wings ripped from my back, throwing all but one syringe into the walls. Black silica bracers grew from under my skin, breaking their way through my wrists. I flicked the wings, and the chains corroded away. Cracks formed in the cement floor.

I was truly alone. My family thinks I'm a monster. My friends are dead. Sergei rapes me during the night. Worst of all, my husband abandoned me. The only things that keep me alive are my kids. However, Vladimir has my daughter here, and the other has been tagged for capture. My life has been made mute.

Darkness clouded my vision. The ringing was blaring in my head. Make it stop. Make it stop, please. The pain that radiates from my heart was driving me mad. Then, all of sudden, the ringing stopped. I feel cold and cramped.

《Entering 3rd person POV》

"What is happening, Cordell?" Sergei asked the now terrified doctor.

"This is the arch angel form, sir. Most of the research has been non-existent, and this form was just a theory. What happened if the equinoxal mental state was pushed to the limit and broke. She broke sir congratulations are due, but not at this time we should run." The doctor said, terrified backing away.

"Vladmir Sergei! Prepare to be sentenced to Hell!" A raspy roar ripped from Tabitha's deformed mouth.

"I don't think so, my dear fragile flower. I still have plans for you. Cordell, hand me the viral stabilizer you were bragging about." Sergei said with his hand extended.

She raced over to Sergei and swung her five inch long black talons. Her claws were as sharp as a lickers' talons they left a massive gash in Sergeis's side. She tried to retreat back, but Cordell handed Vladimir a syringe, and Sergei had injected it into Tabitha's neck.

Tabithas body started to flame up, and silica surrounded her body. It encased her in a black obsidian like cocoon. When it shattered, Tabitha's body had returned to normal splayed across the floor, and the mutations remained as obsidian statuary.

���Tabithas pov》

"You belong to me now agent seven forty-eight. If you try to harm me again, I'll kill little Miss Alistar and bring that bastard son of yours here. Do you understand, my sweet anemone." Sergei laughed, pulling my body up by my matted bloody hair,"Yes, anemone the flower of fragility. That's what you are not the filthy lotus of rebirth but a lowly buttercup of fragility. You are as fragile as obsidian and just as sharp. The weapon I need will be you seven forty-eight. Make this easy on yourself, my dear, and accept that you now belong to me."

"Yes, sir." I hung my head lost in a tidal wave of depression and reluctance.

(END OF FLASHBACK)

"Commander?!?" Nighthawk screamed.

Huh? What is going on? I can't move

"Everyone get back she's going Arch-angel!" Archer shouted.

The door opened, and I heard footsteps dashing out. It was time. I opened my eyes.

SHATTER!

I broke out of the silica that was starting to encase my body. I won't let that bastard Sergei control my life now that I was free. I'd choose when i go Arch-angel.

Albert was beside me, holding my shoulder. His sunglasses were off as he stared at my now sweat drenched face. He wore a concerned look.

"Tabitha, my dear lotus," He placed his hand on my face, his thumb stroking my cheek,"What did you see? What did you see in that flashback? I know PTSD when I see it. I've seen it in plenty of my men now tell me what you saw my love."

"Sergei and Cordell, when I found out you survived the mansion incident. They both watched me turn into the Arch-angel form. Sergei was becoming my handler, and all cordell did was laugh. Now it's time to return the favor to Dr. Cordell." I clicked on my comm link, "Archer, bring my scalpels, syringes, and pliers to the containment room. Have the prisoners transferred there."

I stood up, placing my corrective shades on, "Nighthawk, please escort me and Wesker to the lab. I need to make several doses of the angelis viral stabilizer and a special treat for Dr. Cordells wife."

"Yes, mam, please follow me." Night hawk bowed, revealing his massive hawk like wings.

"Project a.c.r.o.h? You certainly have quiet the mangarie of interesting people under you, my dear lotus." Albert said, admiring Nighthawk and his wings.

" Even so, we all gladly serve our Pheonix." Nighthawk said, leading Albert and I down the hall to my lab.

Once we arrived at the lab, I threw on my lab coat and sped to my workstation. Quickly, I prepared seven vials of my blood and synthesized three doses of max strength viral stabilizer. Albert stood in the corner as I worked. He seemed deep in thought.

When I dropped to the floor, he walked over and pulled me into a warm gentle embrace, "My dearheart, please be careful. I don't know a lot about the angelis virus, but I can tell that what happened has really drained you. Please, my lotus, make this easy on yourself and rest. Come, I have something to show you. He took my hand and led me out of the vehicle bay.

We walked along the trail of the apple orchard to Alistar's sanctuary. When we got there, I was shocked by the state of things. The statuary was put back together, surrounded by pink carnations. Albert sat at the bench he held me on last night and pointed at the angel statue that had a blue tarp in front of it.

"Go ahead, my lotus lift it. It's not much but something I could do to help you mourn better. I worked ever since you fell asleep, and Excella landed last night." He said as I turned to to fave the tarp.

With a quick grasp, I pulled the cover away and gasped. Tears were now forming in my eyes as I fell to my knees. There was fresh sod and a new headstone in front of Alistar's statue.

It read," Laid to rest, here is Alistar Lancaster. Daughter of Tabitha and Albert Wesker. May she wander the stars infinitely. 1982-2003"

Albert stepped up behind and crouched beside me. He draped his right arm over my shoulder. A relaxed smile was on his face for once. It was stunning.

"I know, I was not there for you or her either when she was born or when she died. However, I know that she wanted this. We are a family again, and once uroboros is complete, no one will harm us again." He said, looking at me, removing his sunglasses.

With a simple motion, I turned and kissed him, "Carry me back to base so I can rest. That way, i can make Cordell pay for all he did to me and Alistar. He will feel the pain that she felt and all the pain he caused me as well."

Albert quickly lifted me up and took me in his arms, heading back to base,"Anything you wish, my dear lotus."

[faithsotherhouseofchaos]

You’re not my father|| OC!Leo Mctavish x Max verstappen

Summary— Leo’s anger gets the best of him when he sees his father for the first time since he abandoned him his mom and sister.

Word count — 695

@crispysoup318

The paddock was alive with its usual chaos: team members hustling, journalists prowling for stories, and fans crowding around the barriers for a glimpse of their favorite drivers. Leo adjusted the zipper of his Red Bull jacket, trying to keep his head down as he made his way back to the garage.

He should’ve been thinking about the race—about strategy, tire compounds, and keeping up with Max—but something had been gnawing at him all day, making it impossible to focus.

Then he saw him.

Near the edge of the paddock, standing by a sponsor banner, was a man Leo hadn’t seen in over a decade. His biological father.

It wasn’t just him, though. He had a woman at his side, her perfectly styled hair and polished smile screaming of a life far removed from the one Leo grew up in. Two kids, maybe six and eight, clung to their mother, giggling as they pointed at the cars rolling into the garage.

Leo froze mid-step, the noise of the paddock fading into the background. His stomach churned as he watched them. The man who had walked out on his family was here, acting like nothing had happened, like he wasn’t the reason Leo’s childhood had been a mess.

For years, Leo had told himself he didn’t care. He was fine. He’d made it to Formula 1 on his own, no thanks to the man who had abandoned him. But seeing his father now, happy and whole with a shiny new family, ripped the wound wide open.

“Leo, we need you in the garage,” one of the Red Bull engineers called, but Leo barely heard him.

His feet moved on their own, carrying him toward his father. He didn’t care that people were watching, or that cameras might catch the moment. The only thing he could think about was the rage building in his chest.

The man turned just as Leo approached, his face paling as recognition set in.

“Leo,�� his father said, a nervous smile tugging at his lips. “I wasn’t sure you’d remember me.”

“Remember you?” Leo barked, his voice sharp enough to cut through the din of the paddock. “Oh, I remember you. You’re the guy who walked out on his family and never looked back.”

“Hey, I didn’t come here to cause trouble,” his father said, raising his hands in mock surrender. “I just wanted to see you. To say I’m proud of what you’ve accomplished.”

Leo let out a bitter laugh. “Proud? You don’t get to be proud. You weren’t there when it mattered. You left us—left me—to fend for ourselves. And now you show up, what, for some PR moment? To tell your new wife and kids, ‘Hey, look, that’s my son out there driving for Red Bull’?”

“Leo, it’s not like that,” his father started, but Leo wasn’t interested in excuses.

“You don’t get to rewrite history,” Leo snapped, his voice shaking. “You don’t get to pretend like you didn’t screw everything up.”

Before his father could say another word, Leo’s fist shot out, connecting with his jaw in one swift, decisive motion. The crack of the punch turned heads across the paddock, a stunned silence rippling through the crowd.

The man stumbled backward, clutching his face as the woman beside him gasped and pulled the kids behind her.

“Leo!” Max’s voice cut through the tension as he jogged over, eyes wide with alarm. “What the hell are you doing?”

Leo didn’t answer. His chest heaved, his knuckles throbbing, but the pain was nothing compared to the years of anger and betrayal that had just boiled over.

Security rushed in, ushering the man and his family away as whispers spread through the paddock like wildfire. Cameras flashed, and Leo knew this was going to be all over the headlines within minutes.

But in that moment, he didn’t care.

“Let’s go,” Max said, gripping Leo’s arm and steering him away. “You can’t deal with this here.”

Leo didn’t resist, but his mind was still racing. The damage was done, but for the first time in years, it felt like he’d finally taken control of something his father had stolen from him.

[mythologyfolklore]

Liù'ěr Míhóu joins the jttw gang, or: How to redeem an all-hearing celestial monkey with a superiority complex and a seriously bad attitude

Chapter Sixteen: Sticking their heads together

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After that cute moment and some food, the Pilgrims were in a good enough mood to stick their heads together and make a plan.

“I could impersonate my sworn brother and trick the Rakshasi into giving me the fan”, suggested Wùkōng.

“That'll just make everything worse”, objected Liù'ěr Míhóu. “I mean, think about it. Do you really want to fight your older brother and his wife again, if they want to take revenge for the deception? Blow any chance at reconciliation?”

Wùkōng sunk his head.

He still had so many fond memories of their youth. He remembered the good times with the brotherhood. The mischief they'd gotten up to. The laughter. The warmth …

“No”, he muttered. “I don't want that. Niú Mówáng … he was my best friend back before the Havoc in Heaven crap. My big brother. I don't want us to be enemies.”

“Yeah, didn't think so”, Liù'ěr Míhóu remarked, then grinned. “But fear not! I have a plan of my own!”

“Does it involve impersonation, murder and/or robbery?”, Tripitaka asked flatly.

“Nope! Just lots of smooth talk and fake empathy!”, came the cheerful answer.

The Monkey King could see, where this was going.

And apparently so could Bājiè: “Wait, so we're gonna go, pretend to agree with their view and-”

“No, I will do all that”, Liù'ěr Míhóu cut him off. “Neither the Bull Demon King nor Princess Iron Fan will listen to the Monkey King here now. But I'm the Six-Eared Macaque. You and I hated each other not so long ago, so convincing them that we still hate each other will be a snap.”

Wùkōng snorted. Yep, sounds about right.

“The deal is this; I will fly to the Rakshasi and we'll bond over how much of a dick the Monkey King is.”

“But that's mean!”, protested Tripitaka.

“Don't interrupt me!”, Liù'ěr Míhóu snapped. “The purpose of this is to let the Rakshasi vent her anger. And while I play willing listener for Windy Lady, Wùkōng will travel to Guān Yīn and convince her to allow Red Boy to visit his parents and let his parents visit him.”

Wùkōng coughed awkwardly: “I already offered that to the Rakshasi, but she-”

“Was too vengeful to listen to you, I getcha. That's why I will be going as myself. She needs to hear all that from someone she doesn't have a grudge against.”

“Someone, who can understand a woman's rage better than us!”, Wùkōng realised.

“Correct. As much as I hate … ugh, this …”, the Macaque pointed at his own feminine body with disgust. “… it does sometimes come in handy.”

“But … what about my … my big brother?”, asked Wùkōng.

He hated how fragile his voice suddenly sounded.

Liù'ěr Míhóu's expression softened a little. “Just ask Guān Yīn, if Hóng Hái'er can come back with you, just to see his parents – I don't think that should be a problem, he is a little kid, after all. Seeing his son should calm Niú Mówáng down enough to listen to you. From there, it depends on you.”

“And what about us?”, asked Old Shā.

Liù'ěr Míhóu rolled his eyes: “You, Hogface and White will watch over slaphead here, while we're gone – and you better not fuck this up. White, you will do most of the protecting, because you're a dragon and every time we leave it to these two dorks, slaphead gets kidnapped and we don't need that.”

“Stop calling me slaphead!”

“No.”

“Uhm, I have a question.” Everyone turned to Bái Lóng Mă. “Youngest Brother, your plan is pretty foolproof, but what if something goes wrong anyway?”

Liù'ěr Míhóu shrugged: “Well, if that doesn't work, plan B is simply sneaking into Princess Iron Fan's evil lair at night and steal the fan.”

“I like plan B”, Wùkōng commented.

“I reckon you do, but plan B doesn't involve reconciling with your big brother. Besides, on the off chance that the Rakshasi wakes up, before we can return the fan without her noticing, she and her husband will be even more pissed than before. Trust me, plan A is better.”

Wùkōng couldn't really argue with that, but …

“Master, what do you think?”, he asked.

Tripitaka weighed the options for a moment.

Then he smiled: “I think you should go with the plan that is more likely to lead to harmony and less likely to hurt or upset anyone.”

Liù'ěr Míhóu grinned triumphantly. “Great! Plan A it is then!”

[bohemian-nights]

Imagine building a “ship” based on rumours 🤡 that explains why you are so miserable, dumb and obsessed with Daemyra😂 Matt Smith just said that no one can trust mushroom at comic con few days ago 😂 Daemyra is everything you crave for your deranged (self-inserted👀) 🚢

You feel better now? Come off anon and say it with your whole chest if you do not. I promise I will not bite🤗

Now let’s get into your deeply flawed accusations, shall we😊:

1. Daemon and Nettles’ romantic relationship is based on more than just rumors (Mushroom is not the only source despite you people falsely claiming that he is). I know that you Dumbnyra, my apologies, Daemyra stans are a little slow so let me break it down for you:

In both Fire & Blood and in The Rise of the Dragon (left passages) Maester Norren’s(who was there with them at Maidenpool unlike Mushroom) testimony is used to support the claim that Daemon and Nettles were lovers.

Of course, I know that you are going to say that Maester Norren is the same one who mentions Daemon doting on Nettles like a daughter, but what man bathes with his grown daughter or someone who he sees as his daughter? I also know that you’ll spout out some bull crap about how in The Wheel of Time two friends bathed together and it was platonic. Don’t do that.

I want you to show me a piece of media where a father(or father figure) is bathing naked with his grown adult daughter and it wasn’t considered creepy and weird🙃

Would you consider it normal if Rhaenyra bathed with Corlys 🙃 Or better yet, would you take a bath with your father or a fatherly figure at the age you are now 🙃 Is that what you do for father daughter bonding time ☺️

Furthermore, in Fire & Blood, Lord Mooton’s brother(top right passage) makes note of how fond Daemon is of Nettles. Fond enough that the man who murders family members including children for his own advancement would fight through sixty men, burn down a castle, and would lay his life down for Netty.

Daemon chooses to put Nettles first, disobeying his beloved wife’s orders(remember she wanted him back by her side in Kings Landing not going after Aemond by himself) and betraying her trust causing her to ultimately lose the war and her life:

“Long leagues to the north, in a castle overlooking the Bay of Crabs, another lord found himself sliding down a sword’s edge as well. From King’s Landing came a raven bearing the queen’s message to Manfryd Mooton, Lord of Maidenpool: he was to deliver her the head of the bastard girl Nettles, who had been judged guilty of high treason. “No harm is to be done my lord husband, Prince Daemon of House Targaryen,” Her Grace commanded. “Send him back to me when the deed is done, for we have urgent need of him.” -Fire & Blood

“By evenfall, Rhaenyra Targaryen found herself sore beset on every side, her reign in ruins. “The queen wept when they told her how Ser Lorent died,” Mushroom testifies, “but she raged when she learned that Maidenpool had gone over to the foe, that the girl Nettles had escaped, that her own beloved consort had betrayed her, and she trembled when Lady Mysaria warned her against the coming dark, that this night would be worse than the last.” -Fire & Blood

In The World of Ice & Fire (in the above bottom right passage) Nettles is unquestionably recognized as being Daemon’s lover.

In the Novella The Princess and the Queen Daemon and Nettles are said to be lovers:

“Long leagues to the North in a castle overlooking The Bay of Crabs, another lord found himself sliding down a sword’s edge as well. From King’s Landing came a raven bearing the queen’s message to Manfryd Mooton, Lord of Maidenpool. He was to deliver her the head of the bastard girl Nettles who was said to become Prince Daemon’s lover.”

Lastly, we also have this little piece of media where Nettles is once again stated to be Daemon’s lover.

I can not reiterate this enough, none of the above sources cite Mushroom’s testimony as evidence for Daemon and Nettles being lovers and Daemon loving Nettles. We are not making sh!t up or basing Daemon and Nettles’ relationship off of Mushroom’s salacious tales. They are claimed to be lovers in every(because once again despite in Fire & Blood Maester Norren saying Daemon doted on Nettles like a daughter he is the one providing evidence for their sexual and romantic relationship) single edition of the story.

2. HOTD and shipping Daemon and Nettles is my hobby. The only time I talk about your ship is in defense of my ship or if someone is asking me about your ship.

That being said, while this is a hobby, I’m not going to turn a blind eye to the blatant anti-Blackness and misogynoir that is rife in this fandom. Misogynoir that is perpetuated mainly by your side of the fandom, so what you are not going to do is come for me because I call you people out on your bs.

What we are not going to do is act like I came out the gate swinging for your ship when I did not. You people are actively making Black fans' experience in fandoms(which is supposed to be a fun space) unenjoyable because we either have to ignore your racism or make posts like these defending ourselves on why we say what we say or ship what we ship. So save your miserable, dumb, deranged, and obsessed accusations for the people who are spouting out this bull crap:

3. Matt was referring to the rumors that Daemon and Alicent had an affair in The Rogue Prince novella (these rumors were cut from Fire & Blood):

He was not referring to Daemon and Nettles’ relationship. You would know that if you were actually paying attention, but I understand that the facts are not your side of the fandom’s forte. I understand that y’all would rather make up bs to prop up your sinking ship than hear the cold hard truth 🤷🏽‍♀️

At any rate, the show has already incorporated some of Mushroom’s bawdy tales (notably the brothel fiasco😊):

And I don’t think I need to remind you he’s not the only one who mentions Daemon and Nettles’ relationship(revisit point 1. if you need that reminder 😊)

4. There is nothing about your ship that I want for my ship because I don’t crave this for Daemon and Nettles:

Or this:

Or this:

(This is the fate that awaits your self insert, who is a racist sociopath that thinks the appropriate response to finding out your husband is with someone you deem as being lesser is to go on a racist tirade and commit a hate crime , when the love of her life leaves her on read while saving Netty🤷🏽‍♀️)

I sincerely hope that Daemon and Nettles’ romantic relationship is nothing like your ship and I hope that we get to see this come to life:

“How the prince and his bastard girl spent their last night beneath Lord Mooton's roof is not recorded, but as dawn broke they appeared together in the yard, and Prince Daemon helped Nettles saddle Sheepstealer one last time. It was her custom to feed him each day before she flew; dragons bend easier to their rider's will when full. That morning she fed him a black ram, the largest in all Maidenpool, slitting the ram's throat herself. Her riding leathers were stained with blood when she mounted her dragon, Maester Norren records, and "her cheeks were stained with tears." No word of farewell was spoken betwixt man and maid, but as Sheepstealer beat his leathery brown wings and climbed into the dawn sky, Caraxes raised his head and gave a scream that shattered every window in Jonquil's Tower. High above the town, Nettles turned her dragon toward the Bay of Crabs, and vanished in the morning mists, never to be seen again at court or castle.” -Fire & Blood

Or this(which has more of a real possibility of happening than Dumbnyra, oops I mean Daemyra, riding off into the sunset together since your fave turns into a BBQ Dragon special 🍗):

“The singers tell us that the old prince survived the fall and afterward made his way back to the girl Nettles, to spend the remainder of his days at her side.” -Fire & Blood

And of course this:

Again, if you guys think Dumbnyra, sorry, Daemyra is some epic romance then honey you are watching the wrong show/reading the wrong book. Daemon choking Rhaenyra’s lights out hours after she gave birth to lizard alone should have told you everything you need to know.

Nettles is coming whether you like it or not so you can go cry about it with the rest of the butthurt Aryan-I mean Valyrian supremacist girlies ☺️

[memoirs-of-learning-dad]

People are just mean, everybody is so busy living their own lives and doing their own jobs, just selfish and self centered or is it me who's just too selfish and narcissistic?

I am no saint, but is it too much to have little expectation from the ones who you love? My spouse has been having a rough time since yesterday. We had some disagreements yesterday and I still reached out and thought we were ok. Then all morning I've been getting the cold shoulder and when I approached her she said she wanted to be alone and that it wasn't me. Ok, I can do that.

Then in the evening there was this other incident. Paapu loves grabbing this chair and climbing on it and doing stuff on the counter - I hate it. I think it's unsafe but my wife thinks "it keeps her occupied and quiet", "she's just exploring and experimenting", so let her be. I have been saying 100s of times this is not at all safe and she'll fall. Today she fell, and she fell on her f'ing head. In a rage of fear, guilt, panic and anger I scolded them both, aggressively said I told you so to my wife, and then said that I'm just going to trash that f'ing chair if anybody climbs on it ever again. paapu is ok thankfully, or at least she looked ok. I was losing my mind, so I just stepped away when it was her dinner time, went on a drive and calmed down. came back and tried to make small talk and received cold shoulder all night leading up to dinner.

Then this other thing happened. She had told me a couple of days back that I had to take paapu to her doctor's appointment on Tuesday, and I had to reschedule my own appointment from Friday to Monday because she wanted me to spend time with her on my birthday. Then today she tells me that my daughter's appt is actually on Monday and guess when, at the same time that I rescheduled my appointment on. Well no issues, happens, she was doing some office work on her laptop, and she's the one who manages the online stuff for the pediatrician so I asked her if she could please reschedule the appointment to another date, her exact words "I don't have time I'm busy doing office work, I'll do it later". ok, all good. Within 2 minutes her sister calls her and they chat about some bull**** for 15 minutes? Like no, I'm not making this shit up - I am bipolar, but I'm not a psycho. And no kidding, it really was a bull**** topic, like literally her sister was talking about "how a taxi driver was treating her on a trip, being rude and disrespectful" blah blah blah.

Eventually the "more important than work or rescheduling my daughter's appointment" call ended. At this point, I would sincerely like to thank my therapist! She kept telling me, to keep practicing the coping techniques, they will come in handy and they did. I immediately distracted myself, started grounding techniques, listing the colors that I was seeing around myself, counted the number of balloons we had left from paapu's birthday party week. I could feel myself coming back to reality. The fast and aggressive breathing stopped, my heart rate stabilized, hands stopped shivering - I had not realized all this was happening until it stopped. I intervened at the right time and had regained my composure by this time and asked one more time, and the whole schedule thing got sorted out. At this point I really felt like we were not in the right headspace to go out on a date tomorrow. And anyway she's been complaining about how her work had piled up and as I said she's been working extra, so I suggested she didn't need to take me out and should work instead if she wants. Oops, big mistake. Poor girl, didn't see a therapist like me, so she doesn't have the tools I have, lol /s. She got visibly angry, and told me that she's going to take the day off anyway and go do the things she has planned for us alone. There aren't really any reservations or tickets or activity planned or anything mind you. It was a quiet dinner, she finished and immediately got back to her work, I finished the rest of my dinner, set the dishes, took out trash and quietly came upstairs to the room.

Around midnight she called me downstairs. She had a big chocolate made out which contained smaller candies. She hugged me and I am expected to get a hug, forget everything and move on and just smile and take pictures? Hmm. What would've happened if the roles were reversed? Women are tough, man. They're insensitive to others feelings, unpredictable and extremely complicated. How does one live peacefully with them? I think they can't take it when they see their other halves peaceful, they just need to mess with it. The hug was it, no other convos, no I love you nothing. I'm genuinely interested in learning how to deal with women from anybody who's reading this. Because soon, paapu will grow up and once she hits teens, I AM FINISHED! These two girls are going to drive me crazy.

Sorry, this turned into a rant. I just, I want to be paid attention to for once. Nobody usually asks me how I'm doing you know? I just want my loved ones to come up to me themselves unprompted and tell me they love me for once. I need to go tell my daughter that I love her at least 100 times before she might decide to say it back once. I have to go tell my wife that I love her just so she can tell me "I love you too", because the assurance that I'm wanted and loved makes me feel safe. We don't say it often enough to each other, nobody sees that we all are just craving to hear it all the time, for our love to be reciprocated. But no, our insecurities and vulnerability, we have to wait for the other person to say it first, always, right? No matter how badly you are craving it. I have learnt over the past many years, nobody cares about how a man feels, I'm not trying to sound like one of those alpha male or incel or whatever, just stating what I experience. There's this expectation that men are tough, that they aren't emotional, they run away from feelings, they don't feel bad. My secret? I just keep them to myself, because nobody asked and I don't think anybody genuinely cares.

No wait, my mom cares. She shows me that me she loves me. Let me get this out of the way first, mom has issues, she's not perfect. She introduces a lot of drama, is manipulative, our relationship is complicated. But she's the only person in this world who loves me unconditionally - not my father, or my brother or my wife or daughter. Don't get me wrong they love me a lot and I love them a lot. I consider myself genuinely lucky to have all these members of my family, but there's an expectation of you there, like they each have a bar that you need to meet for you to get their love, it's the harsh reality of this world. But mom? No matter where I am, or how I am, what I say, or how I treat her (I have treated her really well as well as really horribly), she'd always just give me love. Moms are just like that, aren't they? They have a special bond with their kids, it's inexplicable. They're like this 24 hours all you can eat buffet where they serve love, affection, mercy and attention in unlimited supply. And guess what? I have lifetime free coupons for it!

Anyway, that's what's been going on with my life. How is everybody else on Tumblr doing? My last posts have 0 views I think, lol! Is there anybody reading this out there? I mean it's nothing special, just a bland, ordinary, guy struggling with day to day issues, but I just want to share. To understand if there's anybody else who feels the same feelings and emotions, thinks the same thoughts, lives a similar life! Am I doing it right? Am I making mistakes?

[canyouheatmeuponafrozennight]

The Argonautika (Apollonius Rhodius) and Medea (Euripides)

An essay about heroes

When it was renamed as Jason and the Argonauts, was it because they didn't consider Jason an Argonaut or because they needed to plant it into the audience's head that Jason is the protagonist?

I think I don't often say if I liked it or not, but I want to say I loved the book in this one. People who think Homer isn't direct enough probably can enjoy this epic writing much more, and I wouldn't be surprised if that's just according to Apollonius' plan.

Jason

Is he a hero? Is he a new kind of hero? Is he the best of the argonauts? Is he Odysseus while Hercules is Achilles? The many discussions around this character and what he represents were very interesting to read, and to think about. In many ways, I think Jason mirrors Hercules (not one but two kings force him to perform an impossible task. it's no twelve labors, but he wasn't a demigod either) and Medea as well (he didn't do it for glory; he just wanted the right to return home), whilst being just a common guy. These days you can occasionally find characters that are the weakest of a group legendary heroes but accidentally got the leader position. Who'd imagine this trope goes this back? Jason walked so One Punch Man King could rev his engine. I don't think he was either particularly a strong, exemplary leader, but that's exactly why it worked out for him, he didn't try to carry it out all by himself, he believed in the crew more than anything, he worried for the crew more than anything else. Much like Greek mythology itself was big because of the humanization of the gods, I believe Argonautika greatly humanized the epic hero, almost as if trying to answer "how weak can the hero be?"

Or maybe it didn't, if you believe that the true hero of the story is...

Medea

She only arrives halfway through, but she is the true hero, undoubtedly. But while she looks like an invincible witch concerning what she can do, she is just as much as a frail human as Jason is painted to be on his part of the story. She can make him survive the bulls, she can defeat the dragon(/serpent), she can defeat Talos, but she can't do anything about the rage of her father but run away, she depends on a helping hand to survive after betraying her people. (Sad to think how the gods favoring Jason would mess with her fate so much, yet no one divine would come to help her ever. I'm not expecting the gods to hold responsibility for anything they do, but jesus)

I find it hard to believe Jason ever even loved her, just used her and then was stuck with her due to the promise he made until he got a new wife in the play. That's another part of the cruelty of the gods, if you ask me. Cupid only hit Medea, not both of them. Divine providence only needed her to save him, it didn't care about what would come to her afterwards. To the gods, it'd probably have been fine if Jason promised her nothing and just left her to sink on her own. (If you give him a hero mentality, maybe he made that "sacrifice" because itd ensure their safe return, or even that it was just the correct thing to do after she threw everything away from him. Even if he felt no love for her, the "correct" thing to do is to take responsibility for her now. Whether he didn't care about the correct thing anymore later, or felt he had paid her back enough and could now live his life, it's going too far since we're supposing inside a supposition. Conversely, we should ask ourselves how long we'd be able to give up on love due to our debt to someone else? Would you survive a loveless marriage because you owe them something? It was mutually abusive, mutually toxic, and the gods are to blame, not either of them.)

And here is the core of my essay and what is most important to me, Medea is Odysseus. Or rather, a mirror of Odysseus? Odysseus' bad end? She is the hero of the Argonautika, the task was only completed and they only returned thanks to her. This is her glory, this is her pride. Yet she wasn't awarded with anything, she lost it all and was then sent to a place that isn't home, to loveless marriage surrounded by strangers. She only has her husband, which she was made to love, but he feels nothing but a debt to her.

Her killing the princess and the king is the same as Odysseus killing the suitors. This hero comes home to find out there are strangers in their nest. She's as justified in her killing as Odysseus is, but their surroundings are too different for this "crime" to go unpunished. Odysseus had his family, his wife kept loving him, his son was an adult and a warrior, his father waited for him, his employees were loyal and longing. Medea has little kids which won't protect her nor fend for themselves; her husband didn't stop loving her, as he never did. Her father, if he is even alive, won't help her now any more than he'd then (or could the prodigal daughter turn home and be accepted now? time can mend a wound, but also only make it rot). Odysseus came home to be surrounded by enemies. Did Medea even have a home to return to? Her true home wouldn't take her back, the only person she had in her Greek "home" had turned on her. The entire world stomped on her, but she still knew she deserved more, that she was the hero that saved Argos, and wouldn't let go of that.

If I was asked the central message of Medea, I'd probably say that it's reminding us that we should know our worth. She was cursed to be in love with Jason and couldn't get away from it, but we don't need to live like that, we don't need to be eternally attached to someone who doesn't love us when we've done so much for them.

Before reading, all I knew about Medea is that she wanted to go home, and I thought she had been just kidnapped, but her tragedy was so much more than that, and it started so much earlier than the play: her and Jason's demise had been set the moment cupid's arrow pierced her.

[amityblightperchance]

1

The honest truth

My name is Taylor and this is the story of what I did, and why I did it. I had a friend named Este, who I met every Tuesday to chat.

One night, she talked about her suspicions about her husband, talking about the lipstick on his mouth, and the jewelry on their joint account. She decided to call him out.

I am a woman who speaks her mind so I said, "If it's true, do you have the money for a divorce? A survival plan if he tries something?", "Honestly no," she replied, "But I have the rage of 50 bulls."

I was worried but thought nothing of it. Later, leaving the Olive Garden she said,

" Don't worry Taylor. I'll be fine.", but I was still scared because, if that man can cheat, he can do just about anything.

Next Tuesday, I wait at a nice table with two glasses of wine for the two of us. After an hour, she never came. I obviously was worried so I tried her cell, nothing, texting her, nothing. So, I left and went to my car with a plan.

I arrived at her house about twenty minutes later and knocked on her door. Out came her husband, who looked suspiciously worried. "Hi Taylor! Why are you here so late?", to which I replied, "Is Este here?"

He looked like a cartoon character when you ask them their crush. "No, uh... I don't know where she is..." I was shocked. "Oh. Alright! I'll go back to Olive Garden to see if she's there."

In the car I quickly drove away with wide eyes. I'm not a liar so I went back to the restaurant and, of course, she wasn't there.

I called her husband, Mark again to double-check and got voice mail. It was 10:00 at night. He had to be asleep, right?

2

The denial

The next morning, I woke up to a voice mail from Mark, saying that if Este isn't back by 7:00 tonight, he'd file a missing person's report.

I groaned. Why did this have to happen? The stress was giving me a headache. I got out of bed, and made scrambled eggs for breakfast.

The thought of work at a time like this was awful, so I called in sick. Hartford Library doesn't need me today, right?

Not being at work gave me time to investigate what was happening in the Thatcher house. So I talked to Este's sister, Eve.

"Have you noticed anything... off about Mark?", she confusedly replied, "No, not at all! Why?", panicking, I said, "Oh no reason!". Well that sure helped.

Not sure what to do, I went to see a movie.

It was 2020, so I had to wear a mask. After the movie, I had some lunch. And stalked the Thatcher's Instagrams.

3

The clues

After lunch, I drove past their house again. Mark's truck has new tires! And a woman moved in! This can't be real right?

On the news, I saw a report. Este Thatcher, 29, missing. He filed it. I sighed, realizing nobody would believe me, so I invited Eve over for dinner to explain.

Before she arrived I made spaghetti and meatballs and a tiramisu for dessert. Then waited.

She arrived just on time. 6:30. "Hi Taylor!! Thanks for inviting me! I needed to get away after hearing my sister was missing."

We had some wine and chatted before I brought up my suspicions. "Look, I know you might not believe me but please listen." And explained everything.

"Oh my god. What can I do? I need to help.",

to which I just said, "Help me prove that he did it."

4

The helping hand

Eve, now knowing everything was determined to help me. I appreciated it because, if I had someone on my side, things could go how I want it.

She stayed in the guest room that night, she couldn't be alone. Which I heavily understood.

For the next week or so, we regularly visited Mark, pretending to be consoling him through the pain of his missing wife. We saw right through him.

Through the visits, we learned that she confronted him as soon as she got home after she met me last, "Said she needed to leave to think things through", and that was the last he heard from her.

We decided to talked to the neighbor, Betty, who had a really tragic story. "I saw Mark put something of Este's size in the back of his truck!", upon hearing that, Eve loudly gasped.

We left soon after, shocked. "You don't think he..." Eve asked quietly on the drive home. "I do." I stated. The rest of the drive was silent.

I couldn't sleep that night, knowing exactly what he did. It was insane.

At around 11:24, I got up and found Eve crying. She knew too. "I don't understand! That stupid Aimee can't be better than my sister!"

"I agree.", I said pulling her in for a hug. No woman deserves this.

5

The sadness

I woke up and realized we fell asleep on the floor while we were talking, in denial and deep sadness. She was still asleep, and I was still hugging her. What do I do?

After about twenty minutes, she woke up. "Finally, you're awake.", "What happened?", she asked. A half second after that I saw the look of realization on her face.

"Oh.", she blurted, "Right.", You could hear every bit of sadness in her voice. It was heartbreaking.

After that, we both went to work. Me, to the library, Eve, to Starbucks. I worked my usual shift, from 7:00 to 4:00 and left.

I got home, laid on the couch, and watched Friends for a while. My favorite show would help.

Forty minutes later, Eve arrived. "Hi. I just had a long day. Ooh! Is that Friends?", she sat on the couch and watched with me.

After two hours, we got dinner. Takeout from McDonald's. We talked about things other than Este for a while. It was nice.

Later, we went to our bedrooms and I looked at my phone for a while. While doing that I made up a plan. I wouldn't do it. But would I?

Slowly, I fell asleep. My dream was about the plan. Why was it?

6

The plan

I woke up at 6:30. I had to tell Eve the plan. I would be crazy not to, but even crazier if I did.

"Eve... Eve!", "It's so early, Taylor... What's wrong?", "I know how to get justice." She instantly sat up. "... Go on."

"When I was fifteen, my father had me get a boating licence, and I used to be a maid so I can cover up a scene!", "Are you saying what I think you are?", "Why wouldn't I?"

7

The crime

I waited till midnight, I drove to the house, Stabbed about 3-4 times. Now the clean up I've been waiting for.

I take him out to the lake, and out on my boat. We don't go very far before I stop. I look around. No one can see this. No one's there, so I throw him in.

I sigh, what's done is done.

When I arrived home I was greeted by a smiling Eve. "I made a cake!", I guess justice really is sweet.

We ate the cake in celebration. Este was free. We had nothing to worry about.

And Mark, was rotting at the bottom of a lake. After all, no body, no crime.

The end