#i would prefer you just tell me what i've done and block me to the weird mindgames or cowardly conflict avoidance or whatever this is

[mostlygibberish]

I just want to know if I'm doing something specific wrong, or am I simply fundamentally unlikeable?

[n0tamused]

Can i request a drabble with Newbie Assistant reader! x jing yuan? I've been thinking (daydreaming) abt this for a while with my delulu brain. From what qingzu says, he prefers everyone adress him as jing yuan. And not full title.

OR

Where reader is his wife and he can't go 1 minute without hugging her and worst part, she works at the seat of divine foresight and everyone at the seat has to witness his love sick behavior. I imagine especially fu xuan will be pissed like 'get to work, general!'

Honestly just a food for thought u don't have to take this srsly. Luv u, byeee <33

A/n: Anon you got my gears turning with this food and you have successfully dragged me out of the hole of writer's block. Thank you for that and I really hope you enjoy this little drabble I made, specifically for the second prompt! Man I love this man I wanna eat him. Just imagine him with a wife that's also on the strict side and just knows to get him back to his work but he just wants another kiss before he lets her leave his embrace-

Content: female reader, fluff, drabble

Big arms find their place around her waist and before she can pluck them off, Jing Yuan has slotted himself against her back. His chin rested on top of her shoulder and his golden eyes sluggish dragged their gaze over the documents his lovely wife was working on sorting out. A signature smile remained plastered over his lips even when he felt the scolding words bubble in your throat.

He never shared her shyness, as he called it, in the workplace. It was nothing that could damage either of their reputation, a little bit of hugging and a few cheek kisses here and there - if anything, he held firm belief that more warm displays of affection could even make the workplace be less stagnant. Why does everyone have to be so stiff? Jing Yuan knew to not cross any boundaries that could make his affections be perceived as something odd or even bad. But in an empty office, like the state it was in now, where no one paid them any mind, he really couldn’t help but pounce at the opportunity. 

“Have you finished your paperwork so soon today, General?” she’d bite at him with her words, fully familiar with his tendencies to neglect the piling papers on his desk. 

“Certainly. For today I have done the amount my hands could endure” Jing Yuan responded with a peck to the side of her exposed neck, smiling into her skin when he smelled some of his soap there. She smelled so warm, so relaxing, and it made him squeeze her in his arms just a little more. He heard his love exhale at his squeeze, and despite the facade she tried to keep on, he could see traces of a smile on her pretty lips when he lifted his gaze. “And what did we say about name calling? I’m Jing Yuan to you, your white lion, your husband, am I not?” He playfully nips at her ear, his warm breath fanning across her skin and making her hairs stand on their ends. “Or have you decided to take back your vows all of a sudden?” That gains a reaction out of you, a huff of a chuckle flying past your mouth at the absurd way he delivered that question. He sounded so serious about it, offended even, making her shift in his embrace.

“Jing Yuan-”

“You just keep gaining more beauty, my love, do you know?”

A long sigh and her shaking her head tell him enough, and he smiles when he sees her smile. “Don’t try to weasel your way out of this. Unhand me now, my dearest husband-” she says it as if she hates it, swatting at his hands until their grip falters. She could swat at them all she wanted but she knew that getting him off of her in this instant would be like trying to separate a nail from the flesh. “You may have done what you think is all for today, but I have more work to get to.. Tell you what..” her eyes finally grace him with the attention of her gaze and he feels like kissing her again, but he refrains as to hear her out. “If you tend to all those papers I’ll pamper your scoundrel self once we are back home, hm? If you don’t, well you can expect the cold shoulder and the couch as your bedroom until it gets done” 

“You are too cruel to me, my dear, you hurt me so..” he feigns offense, all while he leans in and litters her cheek with feather kisses before he finally gets to her lips. One of his hands had snuck its way up and held her other cheek in its palm, tilting her head towards him as he pressed his lips against hers. 

"You know I must resort to rougher measures when you're slacking off-" "Shhh.." he hushes her and places another kiss to her mouth.

Safe to say, that paperwork did get done later. And Jing Yuan got to enjoy a really touchy afternoon with you in his arms. 

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[heartfullofleeches]

Going to do a small ramble since janitors been getting some misgendering.

Imagine if for a second, janitor just corrected people on their pronouns. Like, sure their in a chaotic fast food place but the least a customer can do is accept the pronouns the fucking cleaner of the establishment uses. Maybe after a long hard day of work, FF! Reader just gives sulli a hug. They deserve it even in this murder happy and very questionably run fast food joint. Maybe they even just chill after hours in the building to just hang out. Idk personally think there's not enough fluff for them. (Side thing : what if janitor just had a they/them pin? I've seen more recently at least in my area service workers have rainbow or fandom pins and I think it'd fit them.) -🍭anon (sorry I haven't spoken in awhile, been very busy with life)

[I'll do you one better- FF Reader being the one to correct the customer. TW: Mention of misgendering]

"Um, excuse me, Sir? There's still no paper towels in the bathroom."

Why do they even bother? They've expressed their grievances to this customer multiple times - both in fact of them being busy with other work, and that the customer had mistaken them for something they weren't. They've tried to let it slide. They've tried to gently inform the customer of their preferred pronouns. No dice. Their head was pounding from the fumes of the chemical they worked with, and this was doing nothing to help it. Why did they come into work today.

"Listen, I'll get to it once I'm done mopping. How many times do I have to tell you I'm not a-"

Soft squeaks resonate from the freshly cleaning floor as heavy steps race across it. A hand nabs the bottle of cleanser out of the janitor's hands - aiming the nozzle directly in line with the customer's eyes as its finger clamps down on the trigger.

The customer screeches - throwing their hands over their face to shield themselves as their eyes sting and vision blurs.

"Begone." Steadying your aim, you blast the customer with another face full of the unholy solution filing the bottle in your hands. Had to be some powerful stuff to get out the stains you see on the daily. Despite their arms blocking majority of their face, you manage to get a spray of the mixture in their mouth. They retch - tears and saliva dripping down their face as they spit.

"Agh! What the hell is wrong with you!"

"The fuck's wrong with you? I've been watching you all morning. There's a line between a mistake and being an ignorant asshole, and you've crossed it buddy. Go on, get - shoo, get the fuck outta here."

"I hope you know you've just lost a paying customer!"

"You say that like it's a bad thing. Go ruin someone's else's day."

The Janitor watches as you chase the customer out of the establishment, hurling obscenities and hitting them with another jet of cleanser whenever they turn to look back. You toss the now empty bottle at the hood of their car as they crawl in and speed away. Their heart pumps so loudly they can barely hear your steps as you return to their side.

"Sorry about using all your cleanser. Wanna go pretend to look for more in storage room and sneak out the back?"

The Janitor deadpans. "I used to think I was in love you.... It's gone far beyond just a thought now."

"I know." You throw your arm around their shoulder - allowing them to dump their weight on you as they go weak in the knees from the contact. You half carry them out the back door, sneaking off to where their van was parked outside. You hold your hand out for their keys which they readily give you. You help them into the passenger seat before walking around to the driver's side and hopping in. The Janitor's hand reaches over the divider, stopping just short of your arm.

"You good?"

Their head falls to your shoulder - voice strained as they rub at where their eyes would be. "Yea....Yea, I'm good. Thanks by the way."

You place your hand over theirs, squeezing it gently. "Eh, you and I are the one's keeping the hellhole in shape.. You deserve more respect than you get sometimes... Ready to ditch this place for the night?"

"....Please?..."

[lambouillet]

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[atzaurora]

Hello it's me again! I got an idea. For either Enhypen or Ateez. As a form of full angst or hurt/comfort where the reader is the youngest member in the group, but they are distant towards the members, due to how they/she is afraid of getting close to them and getting hurt. And how they get more hate than any other member. I love enhypen but if you can chose. Or ignore this idea/request have a nice day 🫶

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아프다-𝒉𝒖𝒓𝒕

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sᥴᥲrᥱძ 𝗍᥆ һᥙr𝗍

𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓: ot7 Enhypen

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: reader x ot7!enhypen

𝒕𝒚𝒑𝒆: imagine (angst)

𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑: group members

.ᐟ.ᐟ𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔.ᐟ.ᐟ: none

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: read request at the top :)

𝒘/𝒄: 1.592

𝒂/𝒏: sorry it took me this long to write! I've been very busy lately and had to focus on other things than my tumblr unfortunately :/ anyways I decided to write this request with Enhypen since it was your preference so I hope you like how this turned out!

here's my 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕!

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It was late at night. All of the duties done for the day, leaving you 'alone' in the dorm. But you weren't actually alone. You had 7 other people around you. You loved them but you weren't sure how much. How much you could let them fully into your heart, into your life, into the person you were. And it wasn't even their fault. They had done nothing wrong. Ever. Yet you were scared. Not of them in particular but of the things they were capable of. Any person was capable of those things and they had been used on you before. So here you were, in a job you loved, with people you loved and still you were scared.

"Hey..." a head appeared in the doorframe of your room. "Do you want to play some games with us?" the voice echoed through the room. "I-... I gotta work on something, sorry. Maybe next time, Jay." You could see the smile fade from his face, just like every other time. He was probably not even expecting any other response from you by now. "That's alright. Feel free to join us if you change your mind." You weren't going to. He flashed you a small smile before closing the door again. You let out a sigh, laying your head down on the table, blocking out the room around you. You wanted to have fun with them, play video games with them, do all of the things they did together but some part of you just wouldn't let yourself.

You began actually working, even though it had just been a stupid excuse to not be close to them in any way. You wrote down plans, schedules, to-do lists, all kinds of stuff to distract yourself from the distance. You heard a knock again, this time it sounded different. Softer and more careful, it wasn't Jay again, you could tell. "Yes?" you answered, letting his presence fill the room, the scent picking in your nostrils, a different type of warmth filling the room, even though it wasn't cold in here. "Hi." Sunoo greeted you, his voice sounding gentle, as if he was being afraid he might break something of you, if he would sound a bit more harsh. "I came to check in on you. You weren't at dinner and I- I thought you might not be doing so well. You're barely hanging out with us." Your gaze softened, knowing he cared for you. They all did and you cared for them too. Sunoo wasn't much older, only almost 3 years separating the two of you, yet he was still behaving very motherly in a way. A good way, comforting and a safe feeling. "I know, I'm sorry, I just...have a lot of stuff to do." You lied. All you did was lie. No time here, too much on your plate there, never finding free time to spend with them. And they knew. They had to know by now, those were lies.

Sunoo stepped closer. Too close? You didn't know, didn't know what you could accept, what wouldn't cross the line for you, what wouldn't hurt you. Because that's what all of this was about. You did not want to get hurt. In any way. Both mentally and physically, it had happened too often, too much, to be right, too much to be accepted once again. He closed the door behind him, walking over to sit on the edge of your bed. "Are you okay? Do you want to talk about anything?" He smiled at you. It hurt to see him be this nice, while you couldn't even go play stupid video games with them, even though they had invited you. "Yeah, no, I'm- I'm fine." Another lie. "Are you sure? You know you can tell me if anything is bothering you. I'll listen." He looked at you, a little concerned, empathic maybe? You couldn't really tell. "Well...I mean there has been this thing with the fans lately and-" Oh great. You slipped. Spilled, too much already eventually? His face tightened. "What 'thing'?" He questioned. "Nevermind...forget it, it's not that deep anyways." You shrugged it off.

"No, no, please, Y/N, tell me. What's wrong? Did they do something to you?" You saw Sunoo shift on the bed, was he getting angry? Please don't let him be angry. "Well I've been getting a lot of...uh...'hate' might be too strong. Bad- bad comments? Yeah, bad comments about my behaviour." You started to fidget with the pen in your hands awkwardly. "Hate. Y/N, use the word as it is. What did they say?" Sunoo looked a little more worried now. "Is it bad?" "I mean no, not really, I'm overreacting, it's nothing. They just think I'm a lot more distant than the others. 'She doesn't fit in with them' they said. 'Black sheep of Enhypen'." You tried laughing it off a little. It did sound a bit ridiculous coming from your voice now. "No. It's not okay of them to say something like that. They're wrong. I mean, you are a little...distant but still they shouldn't comment on that." Sunoo complained. "See, even you think I'm distant. They're right and you know it." You felt a little hurt. Something you never wanted to feel. Not ever again. "That's not what I'm saying... it's just- Why, Y/N? Why?" You frowned at him "Why what?" "Why won't you be around us? What is it that you are so scared of?" He looked into your eyes, almost as if he was trying to read it off of them. Trying to figure out your thoughts by looking into them. You stuttered. You yourself weren't even exactly sure what your 'problem' was. You knew what you were feeling but you didn't know how to phrase it to make sense. "I'm scared, Sunoo. I'm the youngest in the group, almost a year younger than Ni-ki already. almost 3 years younger than you, it's difficult. I don't know if I fit in that much and then the fans...all eyes are on me. I'm just scared. I don't want to get hurt. By you, by them, by anyone." Never. Not again. You promised yourself you wouldn't let it get to you. But now that you were keeping a distance from them hurt you even more.

You could feel Sunoo's eyes widen, becoming more softer. Without a word he stood up from the bed, slowly approaching you. And then he hugged you. Without saying anything, he just stood there in front of you, arms wrapped around your back, holding your body close. "Y/N, I'm sorry. We should've known sooner." You could feel his grip tighten on you, not wanting to let go just yet. "We won't hurt you, we have no intentions of doing so, I promise. But I understand that you feel that way." He let go of you, looking at your face once again. "If it's okay, I'll talk to the others. I can explain it to them, you won't have to do it yourself." You nod your head "Yes, that would be good. Thank you. I'm sorry I haven't told you how I felt sooner." You give him a soft smile. "Don't apologise, you did it now and that's alright."

*35 minutes later*

You heard footsteps in front of your door, whispering voices before someone shushed them. You were lying on your bed, reading, when you heard a knock yet again. "Can we come in, Y/N?" A deep yet gentle voice asked. You could already tell it was Ni-ki but based on the many footsteps and the 'we' in his sentence, it was clear that whole Enhypen was outside your door right now. "Sure." You reply, sitting up straight in bed, your attention now on the opening door.

You were right, all 7 of them came stumbling in to your room. "Hey..." Jake was the first to speak up. He looked a little unsure of what to do. "We- I- Are you- are you alright?" He stumbled over his words. You knew he was trying to help in a way but didn't quite know where to start. "Yes...well sort of, but a lot better after talking to Sunoo." I nodded gratefully in his direction, small smiles painting onto their faces. "Yeah, he told us about...you know... everything you talked about." Heeseung says, an understanding look on his face. "We're sorry, we had no idea why you never did anything with us. But we understand and hope that maybe from now on you'll feel more comfortable." Jungwon's words were pure, you knew that he really meant what he said. "Yes, definitely, I really like you all. I just never...I don't even know, I was just so afraid." You lower your face a little, at this point you didn't even know why you felt like this. "It's alright, don't- don't explain, don't apologise. Please." Ni-ki says. You nod "Alright, I won't." You chuckle a little. "Good." Ni-ki and the others also have to laugh a little. It's nice like this. The mood soon shifts into a more relaxed mood. "Oh, and by the way, Y/N", Sunghoon turns towards you, "We'll have a little word with the company, telling them to release a statement, about the fan behaviour towards you." You smile at him. "Thank you. That would be really great."

And after a long time, you do join them in the living room. You do play video games with them. You do chat with them and you do laugh together. What were you so scared of?

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[threepandas]

Sun Burnt: Part 2

Sixteen grand, only half my go bags, and about three blocks of Mafia Land on fire.

That was my fucking legacy now. I was the crazy fuck that DICK PUNCHED the Dread God of hitmen everywhere. The nightmare that lesser men fear. The blood soaked luxury few can afford! Oh god. I just punch the greatest hitman on THE PLANET in the DICK.

IN PUBLIC.

CURSE YOU LIGHTNING BRAIN!

I can't believe I fucking FORGOT that panic and impossibly fast reaction times were a BAD IDEA. God DAMN it! No wonder everyone thinks Lightnings are morons! That was the DUMBEST SHIT I'VE EVER DONE IN MY LIFE! Oh god. Oh god! I'm gonna die so slow. He's gonna drag it out! What do I DO!?

He didn't even collapse! Just hissed in through his teeth and TANKED it!

Thank god for Tazer training.

But also like!? Ha ha!!! OH GOD IM SO DEAD. I just pissed off EVERYBODY, didn't I? I can never come back! I had to have hit like... fifteen DIFFERENT SETS back there! And Colonello will be out for my BLOOD. Fuck, I wanna LIVE!

Boats. I gotta steal one of the boats!

And thank god? I DO. The island is in chaos, thanks to the fires. I dump the boats number of trackers overboard. Sure, I have to take a knife to a few fancy ass walls. But it's WORTH it.

I got a fancy ass little yacht! Perfect. It's fast, it's liveable, I can DISAPPEAR out to sea. He'll NEVER fi-!

Click.

Cool metal smoothly, cruely, presses againt the back of my head to crush my hope, just as it begins to form. The cologne is unmistakable. I can not tell you, how in God's name I missed it. The barrel of a gun pressed close, like a lover's hand, in unspoken threat.

"Bella~" purrs an amused voice from behind me. It sound like a threat. "Quite the trouble maker, aren't you? Such... CHAOS~♡ But, really? Did you HONESTLY think you could run? We're not done yet."

.....m...maybe I could swim.

I break out into a cold sweat, too aware yet completely frozen. The stairs to the deck are too far away. Fuck. I... I could MAYBE make it? Or.. or punch out a wall? Right into the water? I try to keep my breathing even. It doesn't work. I know, because Death made a man? Who stands behind me? Hums in amusement. His gun pressing tighter against my skin.

"I wouldn't, bella fulminea. I am nothing if not a gentleman, but if you keep fighting me? Well... it is a long boat ride. I'll have to find SOME way to immobilize you long enough for us to have a little chat. And an excuse to have my Flames inside you? You'd be surprised the damage one can do without lasting effects, when they know HOW too."

"And make no mistake. I DO know how to hurt you."

"So let's behave ourselves, hmm? Have a seat."

I... I had a seat. Very comfy. Didn't feel like crying in the SLIGHTEST ha ha, WHAAAT? Don't be silly! This is FINE! We're all friends here! R..Right?

The slow grin I got was NOT reassuring.

He stood there, above me, gun casually pointed at my head, as he examined me. Taking his time. As though decadently savoring the moment. Enjoying my tensed muscles. The way my Flames crackled and arced across my skin. My eyes dilated in fear. The resonance that filled the cabin.

His eyes weren't dark anymore. And that... God, that was the worst part. They had lit up. I'd HEARD about the phenomenon, but never thought I ever actually SEE it. 'Cause who could actually be that batshit powerful? What realistic person would ever be so fucking STRONG?

It was like looking into molten gold. Liquid Sun Flames. I could almost SEE the flicker and burn. I could DEFINITELY feel the Flames filling the room. It was like being crammed in a box with a tiger that barely fit to begin with. Shoved RIGHT up against its face. All I could do was hope it was friendly. Preferably ignored me.

But he wasn't.

No, he wanted to TALK.

Had finally, thankfully, put the gun away. Stepped closer to grab my face and tilt it up. Angle it this way and that. Memorizing my features. Shit. My thoughts must have been obvious on my face, because his smirk widened. His grip got tighter.

"Do you know, little lightning, how long I've waited? How many DECADES I've made do? I don't care if you're not a Sky. You could be another sun as far as I'm concerned. It is the fact that your Flames SING to mine. Crave a place with mine. THAT is why you will never escape me."

I didn't even know if I WANTED a Set. Yeah, it sounded cool. The companionship, the understanding and stuff. Like... like soulmates. Literal platonic but could be not if you wanted Soulmates. Yours forever. Best friends and balm to all wounds. But? But! If THIS was what was in store for me?!

Ha ha, NOPE!

I may not have be interested in being some meat shield for some entitled, cloying, grabby-flamed Sky BRAT, but that didn't mean I wanted a living DREAD GOD! R... RIGHT?! I just wanted, you know, substance! Mutual understanding and a mature outlook on life. Competence. Maybe some one... who thinks... I'm...funny...

Ooooooh no.

Oh no no NO!

"REBORN! Did you KIDNAP a random thief?!"

Thuds up on the deck. A roaring voice sounding vaguely hysterical. A god like Cloud kicking the door to the lower levels clear off it's hinges. Vongola. Oh thank MERCIFUL FUCK. I risk a glance across the table. His face has frozen in it's pleasantly smiling mask. Pissed at being interrupted. Again.

His eyes say "don't you do it. Don't even DARE.

My eyes shoot from him to the Cloud slowly walking down the steps. Followed by the rest of the Tenth generation of the Vongola Familgia. The clear exit they've left open behind them. Back to him. His gaze now promising to break both my legs.

.....he'll have to fucking catch me first.

I BOLT.

[dwobbitfromtheshire]

When Steve awakened the beast inside of Eddie, he felt it all over. He couldn't help but do the things he's done with women in this past and to the cheerleaders who passed him by. Yeah, okay, he has a thing for cheerleaders. They're passionate. He can respect that. Hmm, maybe that's why he hated jocks so much. . .he had been denying a part of himself that he didn't want to admit. Before Jason hunted him down like he was in season, Eddie could admit freely that there had been a little bit of an attraction there but that was before. It was long gone now, though.

In its place was Steve Harrington, who was not only insanely handsome but was also brave, kind, and just. He was a freaking prince with a side of bitchyness, and Eddie could just drown in him. He really couldn't help it when he started doing those things with Steve. He started bowing as he passed, smiling fondly after him with his hands behind his back, and he even opened doors for him. Of course, Steve thought it was because of his King Steve days.

"You know, I'm no longer like that, Eddie, so why are you still treating me like I am?" Steve snapped.

They were in the drama room preparing to set up for DnD, and Steve had volunteered to help. In reality, he just wanted to see Eddie. Meanwhile, Jeff had arrived early before anyone else to find Eddie bowing at Steve and opening the door for him.

"Relax, Steve," Jeff said as he stepped into the room completely. "He only does that shit to women he's attracted to."

Eddie's face said it all in that moment. Jeff looked at him with wide eyes.

"I was going to tell you," Eddie said quickly.

"You're -," Jeff said, and his eyes flickered to Steve’s.

"What?" Steve asked.

"Bisexual," Eddie said.

"Oh. Oh!" Steve exclaimed in realization. "So, all the stuff you've been doing is because - "

"I'm attracted to you. I like you, Steve," Eddie said softly.

"So, all of the things. . . The bowing, the opening doors, the giving me rocks. . .they were all because you like me?" Steve asked.

"I've also been the one leaving flowers on your car. I've been courting you," Eddie said, his hands behind his back as he stepped closer to him.

"I've never been courted before," Steve said bashfully as he bit his lip, and Steve stepped closer to Eddie. "You can keep doing it if you want."

"Even if it makes you feel like a king?" Eddie asked.

"Well, I think I prefer the term fallen king, and you're kind of like a king yourself. . . You're a very handsome one, too. We are both two kings coming together to make one glorious kingdom," Steve said.

"Fuck," Eddie muttered.

"Okay, I think you guys forgot that I'm still here," Jeff said and watched as their lips crashed together. "Yeah, I'm going to go now before you guys start making out against me."

Jeff left and slammed the door behind him. He smiled, happy for his friend. Of course, that's when everyone else decided to show up. It suddenly sounded like someone was being pushed up against the door, and Jeff quickly blocked it before it could open.

"Are Eddie and Steve in there?" Dustin said and frowned. "What are those sounds? Oh, my God! . . . Are they fighting? I thought they were friends!"

"Uh, yeah, they're fighting, but they're working it out. In the meantime, Hellfire is canceled tonight," Jeff said.

"But - " Dustin began to protest.

"Canceled!" Jeff yelled. "Now, go!"

Everyone gave him weird looks but started to shuffle away. Just then, Steve let out a breathy moan that couldn't be mistaken for anything else.

"What the hell was that?" Dustin asked.

"Uh . . . I think Eddie just pulled Steve’s hair," Jeff replied quickly.

"Oh. Yeah, Steve hates that. Eddie!" Dustin called out. "You're not fighting very fair!"

It worked on some of them, but not on Gareth and Frank. Lucas and Will also looked a little suspicious.

"Would you fucking go already?!" Jeff snapped.

Jeff finally breathed a sigh of relief when they all left and he could push himself off of the door. He told them to lock the door and finally made the escape for himself. He hoped he never got caught in that situation again.

[commsroom]

hi! I want to make a patch for my jacket with the names of all the crew members of the first hephaestus station, and I kinda want to sort of mimic their handwriting, so do you have any headcanons for what their handwriting is like? (not only them but any of the other characters if you want— I love character's handwriting headcanons haha)

oh, that's a fun project!! i'd love to see it when you're done. and an interesting question; i cannot say i've ever thought about lovelace's crew's handwriting before, haha. you probably know more about handwriting styles than i do, but here are my ideas:

lovelace: generally legible, but not concerned about aesthetics. maybe a little slanted. mix of printing + cursive with no particular logic, just depends on her mood. has a semi-consistent signature, maybe with a bit of a flourish on the L that she thinks is fun.

lambert: even printing with frightening consistency; might as well be typed out. the only real variance in his writing is that you can tell how frustrated he is by the intensity of the lettering; he starts really gripping the pen when he gets mad. signs his initials and then writes his full name out underneath it.

selberg / hilbert: unreadable. barely even words. his written notes are indecipherable to anyone who isn't him, but he doesn't think anyone else should be reading them anyway. has one of those quick scrawl Doctor Signatures that doesn't look like his name at all. ... any of his names.

rhea: i hate to just assign her Digital Typeface, but all we really know about her is that she's professional and takes her job seriously. she gives me the sense that she'd prefer to type than write by hand, even if it was a viable option, but her handwriting would be very neat.

fisher: doesn't write much if he can help it, mostly fills out forms in big block all caps with whatever abbreviations he can get away with. definitely readable, but not exactly neat or even.

fourier: ... well. her diaries are proof she spent a lot of time writing by hand, and i would guess that's a lifelong thing for her. maybe it's just her appreciation for jane austen and similar writers, but she strikes me as the kind of person who would've gotten very, very into writing cursive. there's kind of a romantic, old-fashioned flair to even her casual note taking. definitely practiced a signature.

hui: complete opposite. he was supposed to practice, but was much more interested in other things, and his handwriting is notoriously kind of a mess. thinks much faster than he writes, and so will skip over words sometimes, etc. he also practiced a signature, but he wanted it to be abstract. hui and fourier definitely teased each other over their respective note-taking styles, especially given how often they were reading each other's notes.

i like to think maybe hui dictated his letters to his family to fourier, and she was the one who actually wrote them down - as a way to keep her close, and to give her some way that she could help him, near the end.

this is already long, but, briefly: the other three characters i have to talk about...

minkowski: incredibly neat handwriting, as a result of lots and lots of practice "standardizing" her penmanship as a child. keeps white-out on hand just in case. signs her full name in cursive.

hera: fairly neat, if sometimes shaky, and it bothers her if it looks too uniform; intentionally incorporates writing quirks that catch her eye; also a mix of printing + cursive in whatever way she thinks flows best.

eiffel: usually not unreadable, but definitely not neat. if he makes a mistake, he'll write over it to fix it and make it worse to the point it's illegible and then just leave it like that. has difficulty with writing in straight lines or even-sized lettering; it's all over the place. you know he's a doodler.

we do, in fact, have writing samples for him, courtesy of the dssppm:

... and he crosses his z's. i think that's cute.

[gallaghersgal]

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[bandgie]

Ateez MTL Pussy Eating

first thing: okay so obviously! this is an 18+ ONLY blog and content. I've had to block a minor already and imma admit im not rocking with it. I understand cuz god knows what I was doing when I had wattpad as a literal child. but now as an adult, its weird. anywho...

So! these are my personal beliefs about the Ateez members and whether or not they enjoy eating pussy. this is not to represent them in anyway, just me being a disgusting creature

cw: pussy eating, pussy slapping, biting, thigh grabbing, fondling, tit grabbing, oral ranging from sweet to rough, face riding, anything you think of when eating/getting head

lets go!

✮ So first we have Seongwha on the list. sorry but my man loves to ravage your pussy. I think this is common knowledge honestly, I mean, bro said he 'can't control his tongue' yk. I personally think he does it to pass time, cuz he misses the taste, cuz he simply just wants to, the reasons are endless. He'll start off innocent, maybe ya'll are watching a movie and he just leans his head into your shoulder. You lean you head on top his head, its cute, right? wrong! he gets access to your neck and he knows you loovveee little neck kisses. He'll start there, all cute and adorable until he bites down. (my man gets those aggression cuteness too). then you really have no choice but to let your lover slide off the couch to spread your thighs. your ass would be at the edge of the couch, underwear merely pulled to the side cuz he just couldn't spare any second before his tongue was on you. no worries though, he's still really caring even when he's biting on your inner thighs so hard you think it'll leave a mark for days. Super vocal in moans! says little words here and there but he usually just mumbles them. His hands are exploring you too, rubbing on your sensitive spots to really get you wet. my man lovvvesss dripping with you when he's done, you have to literally force his head away because of how overstimulated you are

✮ Mingi is so close to being first, but he just doesn't do it as often as Seongwha (which might be a good thing). Still, he really enjoys stuffing his face with your cunt, nose deep and everything. When you're working on an assignment and you just so stressed? man, he's doing it out the kindness of his heart honestly. Your frustrated sighs quickly turning into pleasure when his tongue flicks over you. Mingi prefers to keep his hands on your thighs to keep your legs open. you tend to have a habit of suffocating him, and although he loves being squished by your plush thighs, he needs to stay conscious to taste your cum. bro does tend to overstimulate you too, but he doesn't push your limits too much. totally makes out with you when you finish on his tongue btw.

✮ Wooyoung loves when you use his face. Imagine being on the bed, you hovering over him with his eager eyes on your pussy. You were nervous at first, to hurt him. He had to tell you time and time again that it would be fine, and that it would actually be an honor to die from your cunt. He keeps his hands on your ass, carefully rocking you back and forth on his tongue. You told him to keep his eyes closed, embarrassed by the angle but he refused. He just loves seeing you get lost in the pleasure. The way your hands play with your tits, your nipples. How your mouth falls open in pretty little moans. God, you really are a gift from God himself. I feel like Wooyoung is vocal, both in moans and words. Telling you how good you are (he is a praiser for sure) and that you can be more aggressive with him. he even begs for you to squirt on his face and to keep letting him make you cum even if your legs are shaking. he's a big boy he can take it. however, unlike the last two, wooyoung does like getting something back in return. He won't force you, he rarely even asks you, but you can tell with how bad he's whimpering that his poor cock is aching to be touched. You don't though, because that's when you can do the 69 position.

✮ Yunho is next, and for some reason I feel like a lot of people won't agree with me, but here me out! cuz I feel like he's the type to eat you out because he feels bad. okay maybe not feel bad, but because you're doing so good for him he should do good for you. He's a big guy ya know? so I think he really like using that to his advantage when eating you out. I'll try my best to describe the position...so you're on your back okay? knees up and open while he's kneeling besides your head, cock out. His long fingers play with your folds while you suck him off. He does make you cum with his tongue or fingers, he's just a little better with his cock. I feel like he def has to potential to be a god at pussy eating, he gives me such pleasure dom vibes. I think he just needs a little more practice, any volunteers?

✮ Hongjoong is next and I think he's similar to Yunho, just not as kinky. I think he keeps things pretty vanilla, not too handsy nor messy. He likes it when you're flat on your back, gives him a good view of your tits and face. He def talks you through it, he's just loves knowing how good he's making you feel. He also will have you sit on his face, but I don't think it lasts very long. I don't think he likes being suffocated very much, he likes to have full control of your legs, ass, pussy, you. It's not like you have to give him something in return every time, but does love saying shit like "making my dick so hard baby, gotta cum in that pretty little mouth later.'" Makes you cum quick honestly, its embarrassing. He doesn't continue though once you've finished, unless you ask him.

✮ I know a bunch of people are gonna be mad at me for putting San towards the bottom...I am not sorry. I dunno man I think he gets nervous. he's shy, and he likes to dance around things. The members say he's completely different off camera, and I think it's similar in the bedroom. He does love pleasuring you, but much rather would do it with his cock. He'll never say no though if you ask, and you do ask a lot. He's so good at it, you don't even know if he knows how talented he is. San does get pussy drunk, bro is literally lost in the sauce. It's like his persona on stage right before you between your legs. He's like wooyoung where he both moans and talks through your orgasm. Just doesn't prefer to do it, he's got a beautiful cock why would you want anything else?

✮ Jongho totally does love eating your pussy, just doesn't do it often. It's more like a foreplay thing, and he rarely does it outside of it. Like san though, he gets pussy drunk. You just sound so good to him, your cunt so soft on his tongue. He also loves looking at your sex, just kind of admiring it. He's just so amazed that your little pussy can handle so much. Jongho's cock isn't for the faint of heart (that's for another time) so just to see how tight you already are with just his tongue inside is breathtaking. I think he does like making you squirm with pleasure, too much pleasure. Holds you down by the waist to keep you still and he drools on your pussy. I think he's into overstimulating you, it's just something he has to awaken first. Be patient with him, my man has potential.

✮ I really feel weird putting Yeosang at the bottom, but he just doesn't give me any sexual prowess imma be totally honest. I mean he totally looks good on stage, in normal clothes, in anything period. He just is so fairy and babygirl I can't see him doing anything deemed 'dirty.' I do think, however, that he prefers to receive head than the give it. Bro just thinks you looks really pretty stuffed, and he loves pretty things. I mean he will eat you out, it's just a rare occurrence. He's super gentle, sweet, caring. He leaves kisses all over you, making sure you're totally comfortable for him. I allssooo think he gets a little pussy drunk, but he's pretty quick to snap out of it. I think he almost scares him how addicting your taste can be, he doesn't really think it's normal. Yeosang can be a little air headed at times (still love him though) so you literally have to explain to him that that's actually a good thing. It's still a learning process with him, he just has to learn on his own about his own feelings.

[mayalaen]

VPNs aren't just for pirates and company data anymore

A friend complained to me that they couldn't access pr0n anymore because the government is now requiring ID to verify age where they are, and due to data leaks and privacy issues, didn't want to share their ID even though they're of legal age.

Shit like this doesn't work on the intended target. It only frustrates people who are aren't tech savvy while a lot of kids have already found their way around it because that's what kids do ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

When I talk about VPNs (virtual private networks), non-tech savvy people's eyes glaze over 😂

It sounds like complicated, unknowable magic. It's not! And you don't even have to understand it to use it!

With the government and ISPs (internet service providers) invading privacy more and more and hackers breaking in and stealing user data from companies, VPNs are becoming necessary.

Some Things a VPN Does for You:

hides your data from others

can make your internet speeds faster if your ISP does speed throttling (purposely making your speed slower)

hides what you're doing from your ISP

keeps you safer from some malware, viruses, hackers, and trackers

allows you to access things that are either restricted in your area or not available in your area (such as content in other countries)

keeps you safer when you're out in public connected to wifi

Below is a basic infographic on how VPNs work. When you access the internet, a VPN encrypts your data - making it into a secret code that can't be read by anyone else including your ISP.

Tech companies, ISPs, etc. want you to think VPNs are complicated so that you won't use them.

When searching for a free VPN, please be aware that a lot of the free VPN services out there are malware or full of viruses and trackers.

Either do some research into which one to choose or use a paid VPN service. You can either pay monthly or yearly - the yearly is always cheaper in the long run.

Some of the Top Rated VPN Services:

ExpressVPN $7 - $13/month

NordVPN $3 - $13/month

Surfshark $2 - $14/month

PrivateInternetAccess $2 - $12/month

ProtonVPN (some sites block this one) $4 - $10/month

CyberGhost $2 - $13/month

I use ExpressVPN, so for the purposes of this post, I'm going to use screenshots from ExpressVPN.

Once you have an account, download the program from the website to your desktop/laptop or find the app on Android or iOS app stores.

Signing in requires a code that the VPN will email to you that unlocks all the features. Pay attention when the program installs because it'll ask you about preferences, and you can easily check yes on blocking pr0n when that's the reason you wanted a VPN in the first place 😂

When the program is open, you'll see this:

As you can see in the screenshot, not only do I have the program, but I have an ExpressVPN icon on my browser. The program installs this automatically, and when the program is running, the icon will have a green checkmark on it so you know it's working in your browser.

You'll notice I've recently connected using Japan. I did this so I could watch a series that isn't available outside of Japan.

The program automatically chooses a location near you, but if you want to access things that are restricted to you, make sure you click on the three dots to the right of the selected location (see screenshot below) and search for a state/country/place that your content will be available in.

Once your location is selected, click on the start/power button, and you'll get a popup notification from your computer that ExpressVPN is connected.

Go to the site you want to use and use it like you normally would.

Here's what it should look like when it's running correctly:

Keep in mind that if you leave a VPN running all the time (which is perfectly fine to do), search engines like Google will assume you live wherever ExpressVPN tells it you live, so searching for "stores near me" will give you results that aren't close to you.

When you're done using the VPN, just hit the power button again and it shuts off.

I use this on all my handheld devices, my desktop, and my laptop for business and personal reasons. I'm a pirate, and I've been using VPNs for a long time, yet none of the ISPs I've used have ever given me a warning about torrenting.

Good luck, and enjoy all the new things you can access!

BTW for anybody wondering, my desktop wallpaper is a map of the world's time zones. So pretty!! 😍

[inspirationalucky]

⚡ EPIC: The Musical: The Thunder Saga sentence starters.

Suffering

"Don't you miss me?"

"Jump in the water and kiss me!"

"You know I'm afraid of the water."

"I'll make sure that you are safe and sound!"

"Come play with me and our daughter!"

"I'd be suffering trying to float the whole time."

"As good as that sounds, right here I'm just fine!"

"You know that I prefer my feet on the ground."

"Fine, but only if you answer a question or two."

"So, let's say I was on the run, or hiding!"

"Let's say he blocked the way home with giant waves and giant storms."

"How am I to evade him? How am I to get home?"

"Which route should I take? Where am I supposed to go?"

"He will chase you high and low, so find a place he'd never go."

"The one way you'll get home is sailing where he's scared to roam."

"This is your only way home."

"Well, you asked, and now you know!"

"For you, I would die."

"Now, jump in the water!"

"You know I'm too shy and terrified!"

"We'll jump at the same time!"

"The things I'd do for you..."

Different Beast

"Let's cut the charade, you are no wife of mine!"

"You've been trying to take my life this whole time!"

"I know exactly what you are."

"My real wife knows I'm not scared of the water!"

"My real wife knows I don't have a daughter!"

"While you were so focused on turning my men into snacks, you didn't notice that your friends got snatched."

"We won't take more suffering from you."

"We are the man-made monsters."

"You are a threat no longer."

"We've been away from home for about twelve years or so."

"First we slayed in our own war, and now we're here with more foes."

"I realized nearby there were sirens singing sailors to their dooms."

"You pretended to be my wife, so I just played along."

"I read your lips and phrases, scanning for information."

"Now, I know how to get back to my island."

"Spare us! Spare us, please!"

"Why, so you can kill the next group of sailors in this part of the sea?"

"Nah, you wouldn't have spared me."

"I made a mistake like this, it almost cost my life."

"I can't make more risks of not seeing my wife!"

"We're ending this now!"

"Throw their bodies back in the water, let them drown."

"He is a different beast now."

"Kill them all!"

Scylla

"This is our only way home."

"You're quiet today."

"You hide a reason for shame."

"I've got a secret I can no longer keep"

"Deep down, you know that we are the same"

"I opened the bag while you were asleep"

"I'm so sorry, forgive me!"

"We both know what it takes to survive."

"Deep down, we only care for ourselves."

"Deep down, we're lonely demons from hell."

"Captain, something approaches!"

"Drown in your sorrow and fear"

"We must do what it takes to survive."

"Give up your honor and faith"

"Live up your life as a wraith"

"We are the same, you and I."

Mutiny

"Tell me you did know know that would happen"

"Say you didn't know how that would end"

"Look me in the eyes, and tell me Captain, that you did not just sacrifice six men!"

"Try to say that I'm crazy and mad, that this is all some trick the gods have sent!"

"Tell me that you did not miss home so painfully bad that you gave up the lives of six of our friends!

"When we fought the cyclops, you were quick to hatch a plan."

"It was you who left behind no man!"

"You didn't take a stand, we just ran!"

"Say something!"

"Then you have forced my hand."

"Lower your weapon!"

"Don't make me fight you, brother. You know you'd have done the same."

"If you want all the power, you must carry all the blame!"

"There is no price he won't pay."

"I am not letting you get in my way!"

"How are we supposed to trust you now?"

"You time has come, your luck's run out."

"Now, the time has come to shut you down."

"Please don't tell me you're about to do what I think you'll do."

"Ody, we're never gonna get to make it home. You know it's true."

"I'm starving, my friends."

"We're so close to home! This can't be where it ends."

"How much longer must I suffer now?"

"How much longer must I push through doubt?"

"How much longer must I go about my life like this when people die like this?"

"We can get home!"

"You've doomed us... you've doomed us all!"

"We need to get away from this island, now!"

"Now that we've pissed them off, who do you think he'll send?"

Thunder Bringer

"Pride is a damsel in distress"

"In the end, it's all the same once I apply all the pressure."

"Show her I'm the judgement call, the one who makes her kingdom fall."

"Show her what she can't conceal for true nature will be revealed."

"I were to make you choose the lives of your men and crew or your own, why do I think they'd lose?"

"Enlighten me, King of Ithaca."

"I wonder who'd take the weight of the damned and suffer a gruesome fate?"

"You have passed your prime."

"Someone's gotta die today, and you have got the final say!"

"You or your crew?"

"Please, don't make me do this! Don't make me do this!"

"Let me take the suffering from you!"

"But we'll die."

[soaps-mohawk]

Okay so with this I beg you not to get me wrong, your my absolute favorite writer and i am completely obsessed with the series!! But I just can’t hold onto myself anymore because I’m freaking out about Simon and reader and everything!! When will the next chapter be out? And with this i absolutely mean no rush, the most important thing is that your okay and healthy both physically and mentally!! So I beg you not take me wrong here 😅💙

And also- im not really new to tumblr I would say but there is one thing I just don’t understand- and it’s anons… I don’t understand how it works and stuff soooo if you had the energy to maybe explain that it would be very very much so appreciate 😂

Hope you’re taking care of yourself!! Don’t forget to stay hydrated!

Hopefully this weekend. Like I've been saying multiple times this week. I've still got a ways to go on it, but hopefully it'll be done by tomorrow.

Are you wondering how anons work? Or why people use them? They are what they sound like, pretty much. When you have anonymous asks enabled, it allows people to send in asks without revealing their blog name. You can't see or find out who they are just based on the ask. They're totally anonymous, which is the point. People choose to remain anonymous for any number of reasons. Some people might be familiar with another blog through a side blog, and since you can only send asks as your main blog, they may send anonymously and include their side blog's name in the ask. Others just prefer to be anonymous because they're shy or anxious or just prefer not to reveal their blog name. Regular anons might choose to use a representative emoji or a cute name so whoever they're sending to knows who it is since you can't tell who sends what anonymous message without some kind of signature.

Some people choose not to have it on because it does open up the door for weird or rude people to come in and say stupid things without having to reveal themselves (I remember the days of anon hate very well) though you can block anons which doesn't stop them from being able to send you asks, but you as the receiver won't ever see them. Sometimes blogs will shut off anon if there's a barrage of weird or rude asks coming in. I've done it a couple times in the past.

But yeah, that's essentially how anons work. I hope that answers your question about them.

[love-hatred-stuff]

solo [sequel shot]

》 alright so I know it's starts off rough but this is for those who needed a happy end for my fic "solo"

Enjoy my babiesss :3 ♡

"Come on. Please tell me what I did wrong and I'll fix it."

"I'm wrong, James! I was wrong and that isn't your fault. I just don't wanna hang out anymore." A few tears slipped past your eyelids. You were devastated and you knew this day would come. You knew one day he'll find someone that's better than you. Not as broken as you. More useful as a partner in a relationship and not someone who ruins fucking everything.

You were truly heartbroken. But you tried to be happy for him and you were actually. It stung nonetheless, seeing him with another girl that seems to be so put together, so emotionally available. Complete opposite of you and you guess that's why it hurt even more. Him picking someone who is the exact opposite personality type of yours, not to mention someone who looks completely different from what you looked like. It underlined your deepest fear, him actually prefering everything that doesn't represent you.

The thought that had held you together for the past years had suddenly lost its meaning, the thought that he loved you more than anyone else, his promise to be always available for you, vanished, broken. You tried to understand, but it was more than just hard to comprehend.

"But why won't you tell me the reason!?" Bucky was crushed when he heard from you that you can't see each other anymore privately, that he had to forget about you and your close friendship. Because what you didn't know, was that he still loved you, he never stopped. He had never found someone better than you because for him someone like that doesn't even exist. Bucky only ever wanted you to be his, the person he's been in love with for the past two years, the one that he can't help but feel the need to take care of.

"I can't just say 'yeah okay, I won't bother you anymore' to my best friend of so many years I've lost count! You're not just a friend to me, y/n. You're everything I have. You're the only person that truly knows me." James wiped his mouth in desperation. He couldn't loose you. He'd stop breathing.

"Yeah, clearly not." You mumbled under your breath.

"What was that?" He didn't quite catch that.

"James, you know how I am. I'm selfish, manipulative and stubborn. I can't look at your face anymore. Not while knowing you're thinking of someone else while looking a me."

Buckys eyes widened. Only now realising what was going on.

"Why would I do that? I only ever think of you. My brain doesn't even know what to think of otherwise. Would you mind to explain what or who got you thinking this way?" He k ow demanded further explanation.

"I don't wanna talk about this anymore. I'm gonna head home." Was the only answer you gave him, taking your bag, ready to leave him the fuck alone with his new girl.

"I think the fuck not." Bucky walked in front of you, blocking your way.

Now it was your turn to be surprised. He never talked to you like this. He barely cursed.

"I really should though, I don't wanna take away your quality time with someone else." It may have sounded childish but you meant it. You didn't wanna take away his chance to find and enjoy love. You've done that enough the past years.

"What are you even talking about? I don't have anyone else to spend my time with, are you kidding me?" He was endlessly confused.

This was the last straw, now you were getting angry. He should stop acting like he wasn't meeting up with this girl that he met at a party. You were fucking there when they introduced each other. And you were convinced he had already slept with her. Though you wouldn't blame him, as she really was gorgeous, not only that, but she seemed genuine, too. A real catch.

"Are you kidding me?! James, stop acting like there's nothing between Anna and you! I know there is, I have eyes, you know. Besides, Steve always tells me how much you talk, not only with her but also about her. And knowing that makes me sick! I want you to be happy, and if that happiness doesn't require me, I'm fine with that, but I don't wanna watch you fall in love with her! I just can't, okay? So my decision is to avoid you two so I don't have to look at it any fucking longer, or else I'll go insane!" That's it. That's all you had to say. It was more than you intended to but at least you've got it out.

Bucky just stood there, completely baffled, speechless. He couldn't believe it.

You've tried to shove him out of your way, but he didn't budge.

"If you aren't gonna say anything, can I leave?" You groaned, feeling vulnerable now that he knew your heart.

"So you are telling me, you're jealous of Anna? Of someone who'll always be more interested in you than me?" Your heart began to race.

"Are you implying that she isn't into guys?" You wanted to make sure, not quite getting his point.

Bucky nodded calmly.

"Yeah, she's into you though." He replied.

"Oh my God!" You scoffed, embarrassed by yourself, looking anywhere except his eyes.

"I really thought you liked her. I thought you two were hooking up. I'm so sorry for misinterpreting this, James."

"Quit with the 'James'. You were jealous, weren't you?" He nudged you.

"I guess I was." You nodded shyly.

"Does that mean that- that you like me?" His cheeks getting rosy, you looked up at him.

"Of course I like you, dork!" You laughed, but he sighed.

"No I mean; really like me. As in you're in love me?" Bucky was unsure and scared asking this, but it was time to make this confession.

You looked away, your smile turning into something more vulnerable.

"I don't know? I just want you to myself. I want you to only take care of me, no one else. You're only boy I would let sleep in my bed next to me. And over all I guess I wouldn't mind being more than just a friend to you."

Bucky gently stroked your tear stained cheek, looking lovingly into your eyes.

"You've always been more than a friend to me Y/n. If you let me, I would like to call you my girlfriend and not just my best friend. Because hell, I fucking am in love with you!" He leaned in and let his lips softly touch yours for the first time. It was even better than he imagined it to be.

You two kissed for the following ten minutes without having to take a break. When he carefully let go of your lips to breath, he leaned his forehead against you and sighed once again, this time in utter happiness.

"So what do you say? Will you finally be mine?" His voice sweet and so full of love, just like the kiss you had shared.

"I don't know, what did you say? Anna likes me, yeah?" You joked, giggling into his chest.

He laughed along with you.

"Don't you dare." Bucky smiled, giving you another kiss.

He knew he wouldn't ever be able to get enough of the girl he was now finally allowed to call his.

[practically-an-x-man]

🙈🥇🧿⏳ for Ophelia?

Thank you so much!

A Sort of Whumpy Writer's Block Ask Game

🙈 What, if any, aspect of your OC is a little slice of you put down on paper? A little quirk, personality trait, mannerism, view of the world, etc.?

Her interest in powerlifting is pulled from mine, I do love weightlifting and I prefer consistent heavy lifting to the bulk/cut mentality. A lot of her sense of humor is similar to mine own as well, since I'm also a fairly dry-witted, sarcastic person.

🥇 Pick one aspect of your story that you are particularly fond of. Anything at all.

I am very, very fond of the fight scenes in Catch and Release! I already think I'm pretty good with fight scenes, but this being a big, superhero-laden piece means that I got to really have fun with it!! Ophelia's final fight against Charybdis is especially a favorite of mine >:D

🧿 Whether you actually get there or not, what are your hopes for your OC's future?

In terms of me as an author, I've just finished her main fic and now just hope to keep writing some scattered pieces here and there. I'm definitely not retiring her as an OC, but I currently don't have any other longfics planned now that I've finished C&R so I'm mainly just letting new oneshot ideas come to me at random.

In terms of Ophelia as a character post-C&R, I've outlined this a little in some of the side-pieces I've posted but I see her and Peter living together, choosing not to get married or have kids but adopting a pet sphynx cat named Amadeus. She keeps being the face of Denarii and developing new tech, and continues to act as Argonaut whenever her knee's in good enough shape to let her fight (which, given she can have her actuators carry her around most of the time, is pretty often)

⏳ Would you honestly prefer for your story to have a satisfying, completed end, or would you prefer to continue to forever tell pieces of their story until the end of time?

A bit of both? That's how I structure most of my fics, really. Catch and Release does tell her complete story, it has a satisfying plot and a cohesive ending regardless of if you choose to read the side-pieces or not, but I won't limit myself to stopping writing for her now that the big piece is finished.

So... yeah. Her main story does have a cohesive end (which I just posted yesterday!) but I'll keep writing these other random ideas and snippets and things as they come to me. I'll never be done with her, but I am done with the main plot I had set for her.

[namorslutfanfiction]

I don't know how you would do it but can you do a love triangle with Reader and Namor and Reader and M'baku. But she ultimately picks Namor and breaks M'baku's heart

BRUH

Summary: You had grown up with M'baku after his father had found you wandering the mountains as a child. Your ties were close until you met Namor at a party in the palace, a party that turned into a nightmare. Now you have a difficult decision to make.

ANGST so much angst. I'm so sorry

TW: MILD SA

"Must I really come to the palace, Baku?" You asked as you sparred with the newly crowned King on top of the snowy mountain.

M'baku dodged your swing and countered with ease. Neither of you were serious, just going through the paces as you caught up. You had been at one of the Wakandan out reach centers for the past year. M'baku had personally called for your return once he took over as King of Wakanda. Shuri held the title of Black Panther proudly but had no interest in the politics of it.

"You have seen little of the capital city in the past few years. I would like you to enjoy this time back home as if it were a vacation. I have missed your company. We could have used your strength recently with the recent events with Talokan," M'baku lunged at you but you were able to block and then jumped up using his knee as a step. You brought your leg up to kick towards his head but he grabbed your leg and threw you into the snow. You rolled with it and let out a laugh.

"Throw me again!" You attempted another flying kick and M'baku repeated the move, grabbed your leg, and threw you into the soft snow.

"Focus, y/n. I want you to come stay at the palace with me. It is the least you can do since you missed my coronation," M'baku helped you get up out of the snow. He towered over your short stature, but training with the Jabari since your childhood had gained you a similar stocky and muscular physique. You were thankful that at least your strong feminine genes kept you from being mistaken for a man.

"You're always going to be able to throw me around, Baku," You huffed and dusted off the snow.

"Yes that will never change. Now if you had true Jabari blood then maybe you would stand a chance. But alas, rather than giving me a true sister my father brought home a stray," M'baku joked as you both gathered your weapons and returned to the Jabari caves.

"You never let me forget how you would have preferred a brother to spar with. That didn't stop you from making me learn how to fight like a Jabari warrior though," You replied, reminiscing.

"Look at you now, one of our best and brightest. We had little hope for the runt that came to us but you proved to be an asset after all," M'baku led you back towards your rooms.

You stopped him with a hand to his forearm as you found your door, "I will forever be grateful for how you, your father, and the tribe have taken me in. I will always call Wakanda home, no matter how long I stay away. And you, Baku, will always be my family."

M'baku smiled down at you then pressed his forehead to yours, "Over 30 years since my father found a lone toddler on this mountain, and here she stands one of my closest friends. I know you are grateful, y/n, but so am I. So please, come down to the palace and stay for awhile. I have missed our conversations and I would like some company at the next celebration."

You pulled away and looked up at him, missing his warmth immediately, "What celebration? I thought your coronation had passed already. Don't tell me you've already found a Queen?"

M'baku laughed and pinched your cheek, "You think I would be able to choose a Queen without you finding out about it and meddling as you have done with every attempt at courting I've made since we were children?"

You swatted his hand away and rubbed your cheek, "You're right, any queen would have to pass my tests. So then what is the celebration for?"

"We are celebrating the completion of the peace treaty and alliance with Talokan. In two days time, K'uk'ulkan and his dignitaries will arrive for the celebration. He is a fierce warrior and a god amongst his people. Were it not for the Black Panther we may have fallen under his rule," M'baku explained.

"He killed the Queen mother? Why do we draw an alliance?" You wondered, politics and bureaucracy had never been a strength of yours.

"Because Wakanda and now Talokan are the targets of the greediest people in the world. We are the only two nations to control vibranium. I would rathe the Fish Man be an ally than an enemy. Plus he brings me exciting fruits and vegetables to try, a delight considering we Jabari are vegetarian unlike the other tribes," M'baku stated simply. You shook your head when he talked about the food.

"Are you sure we do not have to worry about him?" You asked a bit apprehensive.

"As long as we share the same side we have nothing to fear. Do not worry. I do think you will find him intriguing. He has wings on his ankles," M'baku said, trying to sooth your anxiety.

"Wings? Really?" You asked already curious.

"I will tell you more of what I know of their kind when you arrive at the palace tomorrow," M'baku opened your door, then wrapped one arm around you in an easy show of affection. He kissed your temple, "Now get some rest. And don't forget to bring your thinner clothes when you come down the mountain."

You hugged the large man as best you could then waved him off. You were intrigued but also happy. You fell back onto your bed, surrounding yourself with the familiar scents of the Jabari caves. Even hugging M'baku again felt like coming home. You had loved getting a chance to see the world while doing the out reach programs. Getting word of the brief war with Talokan and then M'baku's rise to the throne had been a twist you had not seen coming. Hopefully, that was the last twist of fate until your vacation was over.

It was a warm day and the city was lively. The news of the peace treaty and alliance had been announced the day before and the people were jubilant. You noticed some unfamiliar people with blue skin and water filled face masks helping rebuild some of the broken parts of the city. You realized they were from Talokan and M'baku must have negotiated their help in repairing damages from the altercation between nations.

~~~

You arrived at the palace and were swiftly shown your rooms. M'baku was dealing with some kingly matters which left you some free time to roam the city until dinner.

From your observations you could tell the people sent to help were normal merchants and carpenters. They seemed to get along with the people and the people with them. It was a relief to see that peace was readily accepted after all the damage. Enemy soldiers were usually the ones to hold on to prejudice while the civilians would embrace other innocents readily.

You felt reassured now. They were different but they were an equally hidden nation just protecting what they had. As you walked the streets of Wakanda a few of the older people greeted you, welcoming you back. You recognized a few as the main tradesmen with the Jabari tribe. You chit-chatted and caught up with some of them then decided to find some quiet by the river.

It was getting closer to dinner and you knew that M'baku would be waiting for you. He had been dying to regale you with the stories of the war with Talokan and Shuri successfully taking up the mantle of the Black Panther. But he had insisted that it must be enjoyed over food and drink.

You sat on the sand and absentmindedly played with some stray strands of grass that still grew as you watched the sun set on Wakanda. You did not notice the person watching you from their seat in a tree nearby. Namor looked upon you, wondering about your lighter complexion. Not too pale to not be of the region but not as dark as those that normally wore the crest of the Jabari tribe. He wondered what your connection to this land was.

He watched as you stood and made your way back towards the palace. With stealth that only great training could give, Namor followed you. When he realized your destination he stopped his reconnaissance. If you were staying in the palace then he would be likely to meet you tomorrow at the celebration. While he had been looking forward to the peaceful meeting of nations, now he had another thing to look forward to, uncovering the story behind the mysterious foreigner of the Jabari.

~~~

The celebration was underway. You had watched the royal procession in delight. Seeing the people you grew up with flaunting their culture and tradition happily brought warmth to your heart. When M'baku strode down the walk way, fully ensconced in Wakandan and Jabari regalia, he greeted his people before taking his seat at the table he would share with the King of Talokan. When that very man arrived it was a spectacle.

You had heard the servers and maids talking about how curious everyone was about the Talokanil King as he did not much resemble his people. You learned from the rumors that besides his winged feet, he was tan of skin and had pointed ears. When he walked the procession, first flanked by a giant man and a fierce woman, then on his own, you were speechless. He wore a large headdress that was feathered and serpentine, a nod to one of his titles. He was draped in gold and jewels that had the tell tale sheen of vibranium. K'uk'ulkan or Namor, as the Wakandans called him, was golden and strong looking. He was not large and intimidating physically like M'baku, but he exuded a ferocity and regality that was palpable.

You watched from afar, examining the mysterious leader as he approached the table where M'baku was waiting for him. You were fascinated by his wings, so small, and yet they gave him great speed according to your childhood friend. When the ruler relinquished his headdress you could finally get a look at his face. The stoicism melted away to be replaced by a genuine smile as he took M'baku's hand and shook it. He then opened his hands like a clam shell towards M'baku who returned the gesture. M'baku then crossed his arms over his chest and Namor returned the Wakandan symbol.

Cheers broke out as the two clasped hands and embraced each other. The true celebration was now underway. You were sat, not too far from the two leaders. You chatted amicably with some of the other tribal counsel members and eventually found your way to Shuri.

"Y/n," She greeted you with a tight embrace.

"Shuri, I am so sorry about your family. If you need anything, you know I will come running," You said as you returned the embrace.

She smiled sadly and nodded. But shook herself and refocused on the festivities, "M'baku told me you were coming to visit. I only just heard this morning or I would have bugged you to come to the lab and experiment with me like we used to."

"Soon, Shuri, you know I cannot stay here long but I had every intention of making time to catch up with you, Miss Black Panther," You bumped your shoulder against hers affectionately. You noticed her gaze was focused on the table that had the two leaders. They seemed to be having a lively conversation about fighting.

"What do you think of that man?" You asked.

"He is shrewd and cruel," Shuri sighed, "But also loves his people and land unconditionally. His methods were harsh but I cannot truly blame him for wanting to protect his people and home. We would do the same."

"You think this alliance will succeed?" You asked, genuinely curious.

"I do. As nations that hold the vibranium supply we have to stick together. While I defeated him, I also would not want to keep him as my enemy. I had thought I had crippled him when I tore off one of his wings, but as you can see it has heeled and regenerated. He is stronger than he looks," She admitted.

Your eyes gazed out at the two leaders once more, taking in what Shuri said. You did not notice her knowing smile as she watched you, "If he asked, would you stay?"

"What?" You were startled out of your thoughts.

"M'baku, if he asked you to stay here in Wakanda, by his side, would you?" Shuri asked, trying to read your expression.

You knew what she was implicating and you swallowed nervously, "He is like a brother to me, Princess,"

"But he is not your brother. He likes you. He will not admit it but you have a space in his heart and bring out softness in him that no one else can," Shuri said. She nudged you teasingly, "He's also King now and will be expected to take a Queen. He won't be on the market long. Even I have always found him to be rather attractive."

You felt your eye twitch slightly and looked at Shuri, "He can choose whatever Queen he wants but if she cannot defeat me in battle I won't approve of it."

"Right. Because a King needs the approval of his 'little sister' to take a woman into his bed, " Shuri laughed as your face turned red and you smacked her arm aghast.

Before you could reply you heard the voice of the King in question, "Y/N! Come here and meet K'uk'ulkan!"

You eyed Shuri and subtly threw up a rude gesture before you walked across the busy and loud room to the table on the dais. You smiled at anyone who looked at you, Wakandan or Talokanil. A part of you hated dressing up but when you did you owned the room. M'baku stood and greeted you with an arm around your waist affectionately.

You bowed slightly to the two of them and then reached your hand out to the Talokan King, "Y/N. I have heard you have many names, but what should I call you?"

Namor stood and eyed you, taking in your curves and how M'baku held you close to him. He took your hand and bowed over it, placing a chaste kiss at your knuckles. Namor hid his smirk, noticing how the Jabari leader clutched you a little tighter. "You may call me Namor. I prefer being called that by all surface dwellers. The King does what he wants, as you seem to know."

You chuckled at the small joke and met Namor's eye. He still had your fingers in his hand and you squeezed back in greeting, "It is wonderful to meet you, Namor. I have heard some amazing things about you."

M'baku gestured for someone to bring you a seat so you could join the two kings. You felt oddly on display, knowing that it was out of tradition to have you there. M'baku slung his arm across the back of your chair and began offering you some fruit that the Talokanil had brought for the festivities.

Namor was content to analyze the two of you. There was an easy affection and comfort there, but he noticed that you did not lean into the Wakandan King the way that he leaned toward you. In fact he had his whole body angled toward you and you were simply angled forward. He watched as M'baku teasingly tried to feed you some fruit and you insisted on taking it into your own hands.

"Am I in the presence of the future Queen of Wakanda? If it happens too soon after this celebration I will not be able to prepare an acceptable wedding present." Namor sipped his wine and watched for your reactions.

You blushed red and spoke a moment before M'baku could, "Oh no, no! We just grew up together. I could never be Queen. I love M'baku dearly as a sister loves her brother. Of course he will have to get my approval on whoever he does take as a queen."

Namor let you ramble on as he took in M'baku's reaction. The dark man had turned away and had removed his arm from around your chair. You may not have wanted to be Queen but it seems that the King had different thoughts. You asked Namor about his wings and why he looked different from the other Talokanil. Surprised by your curiosity and eagerness he started to tell you the story of Talokan.

Namor noticed that M'baku kept glancing at you as you listened intently to his explanations. The food was cleared as you peppered him with all manner of inquiries and curiosities. A dance floor appeared below the dais, free for guests to enjoy the music that started playing from a band off to the side of the lead table.

~~~

M'baku was a little annoyed that all your attention was on the Talokan King. But he let it pass. He knew you and your unfailing curiosity about new things could blind you to a snake if it were a foot from you. He tried not to be hurt by your vehement denial of ever seeing him as anything but a brother. But his ego was shot. A year away and he thought maybe his feelings would have disappeared, but they had come rushing back at the sight of you.

When the music started playing M'baku decided he would ask you to dance, once Namor stopped talking. But just as he was about to ask you, Namor stood.

The tanned god reached his palm out to you, "Grace me with a dance, preciosa."

You blushed but took his hand and let him lead you to the dancefloor, completely disregarding the King that was seated next to you. M'baku felt jealousy rushing through his veins, but a deep breath calmed him. It was a dance and you were free to dance with whoever you wished. The Jabari King unfortunately held no claim to you but he watched with a close eye that the Talokan King kept his hands to himself.

He did not notice Shuri and Okoye watching him watching Namor and you on the dance floor. M'baku called for another barrel of wine and continued to fill his glass as another song, and another song passed with you and Namor staying on the dance floor with the crowd.

Okoye looked at Shuri then back at the scene in front of them, "He still likes her doesn't he?"

Shuri nodded, biting her lip.

"But it looks like Namor likes her," Okoye let her eyes wander to the couple on the dance floor.

Shuri nodded again and glanced at the Dora Milaje soldier.

"My money is on Namor," Okoye said as she pulled a champagne glass off of a passing server.

"Okoye this is not a joke. You know how dangerous he is. She has no idea what she is is getting herself in the middle of," Shuri was vehement with her protests.

"Are you going to be the one to pull the love struck girl away from the equally love struck king? Because it won't be me," Okoye raised an eyebrow and sipped her glass.

Shuri looked on as M'baku continued to drink and you and Namor laughed and danced. "This is going to get messy, isn't it?"

"Oh it will be worse than any of those telenovelas you've been watching lately, but at least it will be entertaining," Okoye chuckled.

Shuri stuck her tongue out at Okoye who just handed her a glass of champagne and told her not to worry.

~~~

Namor held you innocently as you danced together. You had been asking more questions and playfully teasing him since the moment he asked you to dance. It was refreshing to have someone be so welcoming when people usually feared or revered him.

As you swayed to one of the slower songs, he felt it was his turn to ask you a question, "You are not like the other Jabari?"

She smiled and made a small snorting noise in amusement, "What do you mean? I'm not big and scary enough for you?"

"I don't doubt that you are a proficient fighter if you grew up with such a tribe," Namor reasoned,

"Yes, you're right. I am an honorary member of the Jabari. M'baku's father found me. I was young, barely older than a toddler when the plane crashed in the mountains. A mechanical failure is what they found to be the reason. I was the only survivor out of 10. Wakanda was still a fledgling country and little was done to find where I came from. Instead, they adopted me," You explained as you continued to sway to the music together.

"You were not here when Talokan attacked. I would have remembered you," Namor said as he spun you.

Once back in his arms you smiled up at him, "No I wasn't but what makes you think you would remember me?"

"I would not forget seeing such a beautiful woman," Namor whispered into your ear as he held you to him. You knew you were blushing when you met his gaze. You could vaguely hear the song ending and a new one beginning.

You heard someone call your name and whipped your head around to see Okoye and Shuri trying to help the King to his feet. You quickly took in the scene and realized that M'baku had drank several barrels of wine and was inebriated to the point of a near coma.

You immediately began to rush over but stopped and turned back to Namor and swiftly kissed his cheek, "Thank you for dancing with me and telling me all about Talokan. I hope I can see it one day."

You smiled at Namor and then made your way over to help the women move the lumbering King. Namor, for his part, was amused and also wondering how much danger this new alliance would be in if he took you to Talokan tonight.

~~~

"You big oaf. Who told you to drink that much, honestly?" You complained as you threw M'baku onto his bed with difficulty. "I can handle him from here. Thank you Shuri. Okoye."

Okoye left the room swiftly, her eyes already rolling at the careless display. Shuri lingered.

"I can take care of him, Shuri. Go enjoy the party," You insisted as you started to remove the fur vest from M'baku's slumbering body.

"Enjoy it like you were?" Shuri asked in an accusatory tone.

You did not look up, "If you have something to say then say it."

"While you may do as you please with M'baku's affections, I do not think it is wise to fraternize with Namor." She spoke plainly.

"Thank you for your input, but we were just dancing. You're right though, I will do as I please and then in a weeks time I will be back out on the field." You replied.

"Just be careful. I do not want anyone to get hurt. Namor is not a man to trifle with and neither is he," She gestured to M'baku who was dead to the world, snoring softly.

You looked at Shuri for a moment and sighed, "I cannot return his affections."

"Whose?"

"I don't know."

~~~

Namor had flown circles around the palace trying to figure out which room was yours to no avail. Frustrated he returned to the now waning party and found Namora.

"The Wakandans offer you a room in the palace, K'uk'ulkan. I can tell them you refuse," Namora informed him.

"No, tell them I will stay. Only for the night," Namor replied as he looked up at the palace.

"Attuma and I can also stay if you wish it?" Namora bowed, curious at what was distracting her king.

"No, you may go back to Talokan. I may bring a visitor tomorrow and you must prepare the caves for them," Namor commanded before a Wakandan soldier approached asking if he wanted to accept the offer of a room. He did not turn back to Namora and simply followed the soldier into the palace.

Once settled, late into the night, Namor decided to explore and hopefully find you. He had been up and down the wing he was assigned to. Not running into anyone but a door man or a maid. Weaving his way through the halls he ran into Shuri.

"Namor, what are you doing here?" She asked cautiously

"King M'baku, graciously offered me a room for the night. It seems I have lost my way," He tried to appease her.

"You are lost, this is the royal wing. Let me take you back to the visitors quarters," Shuri said as she walked past him and gestured for him to follow. Namor glanced down the hallway, trying to remember which one it was before he followed the Princess.

"I see you have healed well, I am glad," Namor addressed her after a moment.

"I say the same to you," Shuri replied, not looking at him.

"I think this alliance will benefit both countries, it will not be long before the Americans or someone else tries to attack us," Namor spoke again trying to engage the Princess.

She suddenly turned to him, "The alliance will hold for now but if you hurt her in any way we will be at war again."

"If you are speaking about Y/N then you should not worry Princess. I find her interesting and beautiful. What that means, only time will tell, but I have no intentions of harming a hair on her head," Namor replied.

"We should hope that M'baku doesn't try to harm you instead," Shuri mumbled as they reached Namor's quarters. She wished him well made her leave.

Namor waited to make sure Shuri was truly gone before he trekked back across the palace, sure he would find you this time.

~~~

You had finally made sure that M'baku wouldn't end up drowned in his own vomit or suffocated by any of his furs. You had brought him water and medicine that you gently encouraged him to take. His sleep was mostly restful and you were exhausted. You sat next to him on the bed and looked down at the King and his sleeping face.

You ran a finger down the side of his forehead, past his temple and to his cheek. Your friend had truly grown into a handsome and amazing man. Now he was a king, and you had the heart wrenching suspicion that he may have his sights on you to join him at his side. You loved him, truly. But romantically, it was harder to consider.

M'baku moaned in his sleep, startling you. He turned his large body over to lay on his other side and took you with him. You were half weighed down with the Jabari man, his leg slotted between yours and his shoulder pressing against your neck. A lesser woman may suffocate under the heft of the man but you had been wrestling with him since you could walk. You weren't scared, but you were very aware of your proximity.

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His thigh was pressed firmly between your legs and when he unconsciously bent at the knee, you let out a noise of surprise and alarm. M'baku's hand was palm down on your breast although he did not move it. You knew, if he were awake he would be as horrified as you. But he was sleeping. No, he was dreaming.

In his stupor he nuzzled your neck and began groping at your body. You could feel him rubbing up against your thigh and you didn't want to think about the large hump that was forming in his shorts. You tried to shake him, you called out to him but he did not wake. The King continued to rut against you, moaning and grunting into your ear as tears fell down your face.

You did not wish to embarrass him by having others witness his treacherous slumber but you knew if you let him go farther he would hate himself. "Help me! Please, Shuri! Okoye! Someone please help me!"

You screamed and struggled, hoping that it was someone who would be able to keep a secret. M'baku instinctively grabbed your arms and pinned you to the bed as he continued his sleep addled movements.

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~~~

Namor had only barely reached the royal wing when he heard your screams for help. Immediately his fighting instinct kicked in as he swiftly located the room where your screams were coming from. When he burst through the doors and saw the scene before him he let out a guttural roar.

From his vantage point, you were in tears as the great Jabari held you down and violated you. It snapped something in Namor and he flew up to the scene and threw the man back and into the wall with a loud crash. He did not pay M'baku any mind as he approached you in the bed and pulled you into his arms. You were weeping uncontrollably as you clung to the Talokan King.

Shuri and Okoye appeared at the same time and took in the scene. Okoye had her spear already pointed at Namor. M'baku was slowly coming to as Shuri approached him and spoke to Namor, "What the hell is going on here? Namor why did you attack him?"

Namor was furious but stood on the bed while holding you too him, "I was not attacking him I was removing him from Y/N! He was forcing himself on her, disgusting trash!"

Okoye gasped and looked over at M'baku then at you, "Y/N ? Is this true?"

You hiccupped, coming down from your panic, eyes red and bloodshot, clothes disheveled and hair a mess. There was a tear in your bodice where M'baku's ring had caught as Namor threw him. Taking in your appearance, Okoye turned her spear on the King.

"No, Okoye! Don't, he didn't mean to!" You spoke up, although your voice was brittle and you clung to Namor for support to keep you standing.

Shuri looked at you with shock in her eyes. M'baku groaned and she turned to him. Quickly checking his vitals with the kimoyo beads before she shook him, "M'baku! M'baku wake up and defend yourself. What have you done?"

Slowly the large man opened his eyes. Upon seeing you crying in the arms of the Talokan King he jerked awake and tried to stand, but vertigo claimed him immediately. He turned and vomited before he sat back against the wall, anger showing through his feelings of illness. "What is the meaning of this? Why am I being threatened in my own room?"

He stood and stared at you but you would not meet his eyes as you seemed to try to bury yourself into Namor's chest. "Y/N what happened? Why are you crying?"

No one answered, not knowing how to word the horrifying transgression that the King could not recall committing.

"Someone speak up now! Namor why the hell are you in the royal wing? Unhand her!" M'baku yelled, taking a step forward. Okoye pushed her spear closer to his neck in response and he paused, raising his hands.

Namor let his anger explode now, "If I had not been curious enough to seek her out who knows what you would have done! How dare you talk of alliance and companionship when you would force yourself upon someone who calls you brother!"

M'baku got as pale as a man like him could get. His mind was reeling as he tried to remember what happened. He had been drinking, watching the two dance. Recalling the voices of Shuri and Okoye before his mind went black. The feeling of his vest being removed and then the dream. His dream about taking you in his bed and giving into his desires. The King fell to his knees.

"No, I-I didn't. I wouldn't. Y/N I'm sorry I was not myself. I would never do that to you. Okoye, Shuri you must believe me," M'baku pleaded, looking manic as he tried to explain and understand.

"Namor, take her away. Where ever she wants to go. We will get to the bottom of this but she shouldn't be here," Okoye was the one who made the command. She glanced at the god and he lifted you into his arms. He looked to Shuri and she nodded in agreement.

"Wait, no! Why are you letting him take her?" M'baku growled, getting up but Okoye growled back.

Namor held you in his arms but knew you too were watching the scene. He leaned down and whispered in your ear, "I can take you to Talokan. Not forever. For as long as you need. You should not be around him while they bring him to justice."

You watched the scene, almost regretting calling for help, but a single glance at the bed made you shiver. You knew it wasn't his fault, but you weren't sure you would be able to separate him from the feeling of violation. Not yet. "Take me to Talokan, Namor, please."

Namor rose in the air catching the attention of the three Wakandans in the room, "She has asked me to take her to Talokan. Send word of what we will do about this. The alliance can remain if he is removed from his station or you give me good enough reason why he should stay."

With those parting words, Namor flew through the palace and headed to the sea with you clinging to him.

~~~

It took three days in the realm of Talokan before word was received from Wakanda. In that time you had recovered, mostly.

You had nightmares the first night, and Namor had insisted on being within yelling distance. He had comforted you through them, showing you a tenderness you would not have believed he possessed had you not witnessed it yourself. Maybe it was because Namor was the one to come to your rescue that night, but you did not mind his affectionate touches and embraces.

On the second day he showed you Talokan. You were not prepared for the beauty of it. The advancement of their society and the different ways they used vibranium were eye opening. They were already in development of a more 'flattering' suit for surface dwellers to wear when they visited. Namor toured you around the caves and showed off his paintings. He told you the history of his people and what happened to their ancestors on land. You empathized with his hatred for the colonizers that had ravaged his mother's homeland.

The day was a welcome reprieve from the pain you had been reeling in. You allowed your curiosity and love of knowledge take over and for a moment you could imagine that that night had not happened. That you had danced with Namor until you were too tired to dance anymore. That he eventually invited you to Talokan for a day and flirted with you with his charming smiles and boyish glances.

On the third day he finally asked you what had truly happened that night. You had hesitated at first, but knew that you needed to speak. You did not want Namor to hate M'baku for what had happened. You did not want him to think the worst of your treasured friends. The recollections of the night were harrowing to describe but you did it anyway.

"I couldn't push him off. The bed didn't give me much leverage and with his armor he was heavier than normal. I didn't want anyone to see him like that but he started to touch me. He wasn't awake, I swear on Hanuman he wasn't. Baku was dreaming and was acting it out in real life. But I-I hated it so I started screaming. That's when you came, Namor." You finished your retelling and gazed into the middle distance.

Namor sat in silence mulling over everything you told him. He believed you when you said M'baku did not know what he was doing. The Wakandan King had been far to caring and adoring of you at the celebration. Your shared history and his affection would not have let him defile you or his honor that way. But that did not negate the fact that you were still violated. "Do you wish to go back?"

You paused and then nodded, "But only once they send word. I am worried about how I will react when I see him again. He is my family but things have changed. Baku wants me to be his queen."

Namor raised an eyebrow at your admission.

"He hasn't said it explicitly, but I know. I have a feeling. I left to work the Wakandan Outreach because I could feel him changing how he treated me. Baku became more affectionate, protective, even jealous," You looked down and examined your hands, a small distraction, "I wish I could return his feelings. Things would be so much easier. Maybe this wouldn't have happened."

You were crying again and Namor pulled you into his arms, a habit that had formed since he had taken you home with him. He wiped your tears with his hands cupping your cheeks gently, "It is not your fault that you do not harbor feelings for him, we cannot choose who we fall for."

You looked into Namor's warm gaze and felt such comfort that you leaned into his touch. "What will happen to him?"

"That is for you and your people to decide. You should write down what happened from your perspective and I will have Attuma take it to the palace. It may not completely absolve him, but it may save him from that woman's spear," Namor said. He hesitated then planted a chaste kiss on your forehead. When he pulled away he met your eyes, "Come, the letter must reach them before nightfall."

~~~

You walked with Namor holding your hand at the crook of his arm as you were led to the council chambers. Your hands were sweating in anticipation. The whole council would be there and of course so would the King, you weren't sure in what capacity though.

The doors opened and Namor led you inside. Two Dora Milaje shut the doors behind you. Your eyes found M'baku's immediately, and you suppressed a shiver. He looked the way you felt, completely exhausted and heartbroken. Everyone in the room remained silent as you stepped forward. Namor relinquished his hold on your hand but stood at the ready incase anything happened.

You approached M'baku, who remained seated, as if he were consciously making an effort to appear lower than you. There were tears in his eyes as you slowly raised your hand and cupped his face. A single tear spilled as he whispered, "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

You nodded before stepping back to your place next to Namor. You looked up and dabbed at the tears that had formed before you addressed the room, "What has been decided?"

Shuri stood, "M'baku of the Jabari tribe will remain Kind of Wakanda. Your testimony on his behalf absolved him of criminal persecution."

You breathed a sigh of relief, gripping Namor's arm for support. But there was still suspense in the room. M'baku was looking at a point on the floor.

Another council member stood and spoke, "The King however crossed boundaries with you and the council believes it is in the interest of both your honors that you marry before the month ends."

"No! I refuse! Baku what is this nonsense?" You rushed to stand before him, "You didn't do anything! My honor is in tact, they cannot do this to us."

He took your face in his hands making you flinch, "This could work, Y/N. I need a Queen, and you know I love you."

You tore your face away from him, "I am sorry, Baku, but I can't. I can't love you the way you love me. Especially not after what happened."

Another council member stood, "Y/N you must understand what this will look like. Everyone saw him take you to the table that night. There were already speculations of him taking you as his Queen. A maid has already let word out that someone was caught in a compromising position in the palace that night."

Shuri spoke up, "It is something to consider. Just give it time, Y/N."

Other council members spoke in support of the marriage, sighting your long relationship and your familiarity. It would solidify a new royal family and would bring an heir to the throne in due time. Your blood ran cold as they described your future as if it were the plot to a novel.

"If you wish for the alliance with Talokan to end before it truly starts you will force this marriage, but if you want to maintain it then I have an alternate solution," Namor spoke up, his voice cutting through the cacophony of voices. You turned to him with a hopeful look on your face that dropped when he spoke, "We can strengthen the alliance with a marriage of opportunity. I will take Y/N to be my Queen."

The council members were up in arms at the declaration. You looked between M'baku and Namor, torn. You would be a Queen at the end of it, no matter what.

Okoye finally spoke, "I know I am not in the position to interrupt, but there has also been talk in town about sightings of Namor running off with a Wakandan woman that night. It would not be so far fetched to have them announce a betrothal."

Silence reigned once more. You rung your hands as you considered your options. You would have to accept your lot in life, one that others would have prayed to be in. But here you were, wishing things were different.

M'baku stood and approached you, "It is your choice Y/N. I know you had not aimed to be a wife, let alone a queen."

You looked around you at all the expectant faces. Your eyes met Namor's and he softened as you gazed at him. You could be happy with him, these last few days had shown you that. But you didn't know him. He was still a mystery. You looked back at M'baku and felt your heart ache. The boy you grew up with was now a man hoping to make you his wife. But every look he gave you reminded you of that night and you hated it.

"Baku," You stepped towards him and took his hand, tears rolling down your face as you went back and forth in your mind over the agonizing decision, "You're going to be an amazing King."

He nodded and squeezed your fingers gently. Then you let go and backed up, turned to Namor and took his hand. "K'uk'ulkan, Namor, King of Talokan and the feathered serpent god,"

Namor could tell you were struggling. He cupped your cheek with his other hand and pressed his forehead to yours. You closed your eyes and relished the act of comfort. Namor's voice was loud enough for everyone to hear, "Will you come to my side, forge this alliance across bloodlines, and be the Queen of Talokan?"

You did not open your eyes as you nodded and pressed your lips to his. Namor did not take more from you than a chaste kiss, instead embracing you fully and whispering in your ear that he would take care of you. A somber silence filled the room. You heard M'baku as he sat heavily on his throne.

"Then it is settled." One of the council members said, cutting through the tension with a sharp knife.

"A joint wedding will be announced to strengthen the alliance between Talokan and Wakanda. The transgressions leading up to this moment will not be spoken of again," M'baku finalized the decision, his voice empty and monotone.

Namor lifted his head and looked at the broken Wakandan King. He could only nod in acknowledgement as he wrapped his arms around your shoulders and led you back through the doors. As you walked together through the palace your tears abated and you sniffled softly. You felt Namor come to a stop in front of one of the open courtyards and look down at you.

He held your hands in his and sighed. "This is not how I thought our courtship would go."

A small smile lifted the corners of your lips, "Y-you have thought about our courtship?"

"Your third night in Talokan, I was already planning for what gift I would have made for you first." Namor rubbed his thumbs comfortingly against your hands.

"Are you so sure that I would have accepted your courtship?" You asked, allowing your shoulder to ease in the warmth of the sun.

"No. But you must have felt an affection for me too, in this short time, for you to have chosen me over a life long friend," Namor said, bringing you out of your teasing mood.

"I just couldn't after what happened," You rushed to defend your choice.

Namor kissed your forehead and then your temple as he embraced you. You sank into his embrace with ease. "Shh, you do not need to explain your choice to me, in reina. But I will make sure that your time with me is full of love and caring. I will not keep you from your home country or your friends. And I will try to heal you enough that when you see the King again, you will not tremble."

"Thank you, Namor, for everything," You kissed his cheek tentatively. "I know that I can love you. It will not be long. I promise."

"I know."

~~~

M'baku sat in the empty throne room feeling like he had lost a part of his soul. He did not wipe the tears that fell from his eyes. Nor did he greet Shuri when she approached him.

"She will be happy in time, M'baku," She reassured him, sitting on the armrest of the throne, rubbing circles into his back lightly.

"I never ever wished to harm her," M'baku admitted, his voice cracking as a sob forced its way up his throat.

"I know. She knows that too. Give it time. Time will heal everything," Shuri said as the great Jabari warrior finally sobbed into his hands, releasing his feelings of loss and shame into the empty room.

Below, Namor was leading you back to the sea already discussing the upcoming wedding. He wrapped his arm around your waist and you leaned into him, taking solace in your choice praying to all the gods that it was the right one.

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AND THERE WE GO. Im not crying. you are.

If yall don't leave me comments on this one I'm flipping a chair.

PART TWO