#sorry I missed a couple of days the thought of posting made me feel physically ill

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With blood they wash in the money

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Professor Parker Part 2

Summary: where Professor Parker makes a deal with trouble, in order to get them to stay in class.

Word Count: 2.4k+

Warnings: 18+ Only! Smut, professor x student relationship (college age of course!), oral f!receiving, praise kink, angst

A/N- I am sorry this took so long to actually do, but yeah, after that recent talk show look (you know the one I’m talking about, if not I reblogged it a few posts back) I just knew I needed to go back to this. Anyway, enjoy.

Ps @sincericida it’s been a while since part one so would you mind reblogging to help find the original masses, who knows who’s usernames are still the same or working.

You weren’t going to continue taking his course. You had every intention of going straight to the Dean asking to change. Sure you had been eagerly awaiting this course ever since you’d first read about, it well over a year ago, when you were thinking about where you wanted to study after you graduated. The way Professor Parker focused on Multiversal Theory, using Physics of Matter to provide proof for his theories, it was a truly riveting subject. But now, after all this. There was no way you could stay in his class, listening to him talk for 12-15 hours a week, knowing he’d buried his head between your legs, made you cum again and again… no you couldn’t do it. That would just be self induced torture, no? Because there was also no way he’d fuck you until you saw stars again, would he? No, there was no way. Then how come you were now sat on top of his desk, your legs spread, panties dropped to the floor between you as he once again ate your pussy like he was a man starved?

He had stopped you as you went to leave, trying to blend in and leave amongst the crowd. “Hold it Miss Y/L/N.” Fuck! You thought you were gonna get away with it.

There was silence as you waited, arms folded- guarded- as the last couple of students left with small smiles and waved their goodbyes to the Professor. Professor, uhhh the reminder of the name he’d given you last night now felt very different.

“Don’t go.” He said as he moved back towards his desk and began shifting things around. “I know that look. Don’t change course.” You couldn’t meet his eyes. You kept quiet with your eyes to the ground as you watched him come back around the front of the desk, his ankles crossing over in front of him as he leant back on the desk. “Last nights on me, I’m sorry,” he admitted and it finally forced you to meet his eyes as he continued to speak. “But it shouldn’t mean you have to change course.”

You didn’t know what he expected you to say. You didn’t know how else to respond either, a now slightly less uncomfortable silence falling between you. He sighed as he ran his hand through his hair, shaking his head. “Well you certainly chose the right name to introduce yourself with… trouble.”

“You’re one to talk… Professor.” You said, finally finding your voice and the corner of his mouth quirked into a small smile.

“Okay, you have me there. But in all fairness, I’m not expecting to find new students in clubs.” He mused, both a chastising, yet naughty glimmer of admiration in his eye.

“You can blame my room mate for that one. You can also blame her for pushing me on you.” You chuffed as the memory from the night before came back to you.

He frowned as if remembering too. “Quite literally if I remember correctly.” He joked and it made your tummy flip.

You fell quiet again, your eyes quickly shooting back to looking at his feet instead of his face, as the feeling of your crush overwhelmed you and your previous dilemma returned.

As if he could see the conflict in your mind for himself, he stepped closer, forcing your attention back on him as he said, “What have I got to do to convince you to stay in this class?” He asked honestly, but he was too close to you. His smell was intoxicating. His gaze penetrating. His eyes were so soft and earnest, you just wanted to melt into them. His curls were too neat in the light of day and you just wanted to run your hands through them until they were fluffy and soft and messy again, just like they had been when you had left him in bed and snuck out this morning.

Your breathing caught in your chest as he reached out his hand to you, his warm fingers coming into contact with the smallest patch of bare skin on your arm where your cardigan had slipped down. It sent a shiver down your spine and you knew he had felt it.

He pulled his hand away again hesitantly and you reached to pull your cardigan back up onto your shoulder to cover yourself up again protectively. “I can’t.” You said gently, the two words breaking you and you knew you had to walk away before it was too late- before anything else could happen and make this hurt anymore.

You had taken two steps towards the door when you felt his hand reach for your wrist to pull you back. When you met his eyes you were met with conflict, it was plain on his face now as he looked you up and down fully in the light of day. His gaze finally fell to the floor and he released your wrist to rub at his face as he sighed. “Uhhhh you weren’t kidding when you said you were gonna cause me a whole load of trouble,” he muttered to himself and all you could do was frown, your fingers picking at the pages the notebook in your fingers, as you tried to work out what thoughts were going through his head.

He sighed again as he looked to the ceiling as if trying to talk himself out of whatever idea had placed itself into his head. “Fuck,” he groaned quietly and the next thing you knew he was marching towards the door.

You watched him closely, your heart in your mouth as he pulled down the blind and there was a faint click as he locked the door. You only just about had time to realise what he was doing before he marched back over to you, his hands reaching out to hold either side of your face as he brought his lips to yours.

The touch instantly made you ache between your legs, your knees wobbling slightly as you took a sudden deep breath in through your nose as if his kiss alone allowed you to breathe freely again. There was a loud slap as the book in your hands hit the linoleum floor, but neither of you flinched as your reached your fingers up into his hair, messing up his curls and pulling him closer.

As his arm moved down to snake around your lower back, pulling you in closer to him, you could feel every contour of his body. Could feel the pressure building behind his pants zipper.

You opened your mouth up to him more and felt him waste no time, as he licked inside your mouth, pulling a desperate and wanton moan from between your lips. He grunted slightly in response, his forehead pushing into yours desperately as he forced himself to break off the passionate kiss for just a moment. “Are you sure this is what you want?” He asked. “You know you won’t be able to say anything to anyone.” He said, his eyes searching yours for any hesitation. “But I’m not letting you transfer out of this class, okay?” He said strongly.

You felt dizzy. Your eyes struggled to focus on him. From his kiss to his questions- far too many to answer in a short amount of time- you just wanted to feel his lips on yours again. Wanted to feel his fingers everywhere. Last night had been the best night of your life so far and he was dangling that feeling in front of you like a poisoned apple on a string- and you so wanted to bite.

“Come on, Trouble, I need you to answer me,” he said, somewhat desperately and it made you wonder, maybe he wanted this just as much as you did. At first you thought this might just be a ruse to get you to stay, but maybe it was more than that.

“Yes,” you sighed breathlessly.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, I understand. I’ll stay. I won’t tell anyone, just please-“ you hesitated a second as you heard the rest of the sentence you wanted to say play out in your head and worked up the courage to say it- but you figured you’d come this far and already given yourself a nickname to live up to so why not say it- “promise me you’ll do that thing with your tongue again.” You sighed out breathlessly and a devilish gleam twinkled in his eye as he let out a small chuckle and shook his head gently against yours.

“Trouble,” he sighed. “Which thing?” He asked, playing along with you, but you were sure he already knew, so kept quiet as his gaze on you grew hungrier. He gave you a wolfish grin as he shook his head again. “When? Now?” He asked and you nibbled at your lip in anticipation.

He sighed again and rolled his eyes, his fingers reaching for yours as he began to pull you slowly around the back of his desk, backing you up until the backs of your thighs were pressing into the wood.

“It’s a good thing you wore a skirt for your first day of my class then, isn’t it?” He teased, his fingers tracing up your bare skin, slowly inching underneath the skirt and sending a shiver up your spine. He didn’t stop their journey until he reached your underwear, his fingers hooking into the elastic at your hips and slowly dragging them back down your legs at an agonising pace, until they reached your knees and he let them drop to the floor, ready for you to step out of them.

As you did so, he slowly encouraged you to sit back on top of his desk, his hands reaching back to lift up your skirt and reveal yourself to him, his eyes not leaving yours, as he slowly lowered himself onto his knees on the floor before you. Your eyes fluttered closed and you sighed as his lips turned to graze the inside of your knee, the barely there touch of his mouth on your skin enough to send an overwhelming rush of arousal to your core. As he gradually kissed his way up your inner thigh, your fingers gripping the papers on his desk to ground. You couldn’t believe you were actually doing this. You were about to enter into a secret affair with your professor like this was an episode of Riverdale or Pretty Little Liars.

But as his tongue finally moved up to swipe through your sex, you really didn’t care. If it meant you got to experience the bliss this man was able to drag from you on a regular basis, you didn’t care about anything. As he continued lick at your folds, his tongue sucking your clit into his mouth every few swipes, building you up at an agonising pace, you fought with all your might to keep your moans quiet, biting down on your lower lip with a strangled sigh as your sensitivity bloomed and the pressure between your legs grew tighter.

You allowed yourself one low shaky sigh as his tongue pushed deep inside you, teasing you agonisingly and you gripped the edges of his desk as you grew desperately close to your release. “Good girl,” he praised, as he took his mouth back away from you for just a second, before sliding two of his fingers gently inside you and sucking your clit back between his lips.

“Oh, shit.” You hissed, as his words and tone sent another flutter of arousal and sensitivity between your lips and you finally realised how much trouble you were really in. But it was too late, you’d already taken a bite from the tainted apple, the poison was already coursing through your blood and it felt far too good to run away.

His fingers gripped tighter to your thighs as they began to shake, your climax so desperate to come flooding out, but the tension of needing to be quiet made it unbearable. Your fingers clawed at his shoulders as you tried to keep yourself grounded and in control, the coil deep in your pelvis ready to expload and you felt his fingers slip out of you, his hands moving to hold you down firmly onto the desk as he took one last swipe at the sensitive apex between your legs. Your eyes squeezed shut, your legs clamping tightly around his face as it all came crashing down, the tiniest desperate squeak escaping from between your lips before you swallowed the need to cry out back down, instead panting your way through your climax until you could feel your body beginning to cool and calm again.

Slowly you relaxed your thighs and you heard a faint breathy chuckle of satisfaction fall from his lips as he rubbed soothingly at your bare legs again, before moving back, his hand casually moving to wipe away the mess on his face.

As he finally stood back up, his tongue lapping up the last of your juices from his lips, you saw him bunch up your panties, that he’d picked up off the floor, and wrap them tightly in his fingers before sliding them into his pocket.

“Hey, I need those back.” You said to him indignantly, a slight panic in your chest at the thought of having to walk back out of the classroom with nothing on under your skirt.

“New rule.” He said, standing up straight as he looked over your flushed form, still sitting on top of his desk as he leaned in closer. “Your panties end up on my classroom floor, I get to keep hold of them.” You were sure his words had just sent another wave of arousal back down between your legs, but you fought to ignore it, the thought of walking out of here panty-less, still more pressing, especially if this was going to be a regular thing- you’d be out of underwear before the semester was out and there was no way your student budget was gonna stretch to new underwear every other week.

You were about to protest the fact as you pushed yourself off the desk, your hand reaching out to snatch your underwear back from his pocket, but he swerved out the way before you could so much as even make the slightest bit of contact. “Uh, uh, uh,” he said, holding his finger up to me, that devilish smirk back in the corner of his mouth. “You can have them back, as long as you get good grades on your essays.”

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes as you let out a breathy little scoff. “So do we have a deal, trouble?” He asked patiently.

You rolled your eyes again as you conceded, “Yeah,” you sighed, “we have a deal.”

[danikamariewrites]

Ddlg Eris headcanons

Eris x reader

A/n: I woke up today and remembered I posted about writing a ddlg Eris hc MONTHS ago so here it is 😂 sorry this is so short.

Warnings: ddlg relationship, dom/sub dynamics, daddy kink, and fluff

Life post-Beron Vanserra was wonderful, a dream come true for you and your mate

Your relationship with Eris could finally be public after having been mates for years behind closed doors

After Eris became High Lord you had a public mating ceremony and wedding bringing joy and hope to the people of autumn

Not long after Eris announced that you would take on the role and title of High Lady, having joint coronation ceremonies. You had begged Eris to do it together since you felt like you couldn’t be crowned alone, that was too much pressure

As your duties became more and more demanding you rolled with the punches, faced everything head on with Eris but there were times where you just wanted Eris to take care of you

There were days where you would need extra reassurance from Eris

Days where you just felt like you needed to be near him and needed him in general

It also felt like you two just weren’t spending your usual couple time together which made you feel even needier for Eris

You found yourself wanting him to take care of you like he used to. You missed the overprotective and overbearing side of Eris sometimes

It was months before you had the courage to say anything to Eris about how you’ve been feeling. You hit a breaking point one night and clung to Eris in bed. He ran his fingers through your hair in soothing motions. “What’s wrong my wildfire?” He whispered. “I just miss you.” You bury your face in his neck as your cheeks flush

“Hey,” he coos, moving you gently so he can look at you. “All you have to do is tell me. Don’t keep these feelings inside, my wildfire.” You nod burying your face back into his chest mumbling, “ok daddy.”

You hadn’t even thought about what you said thanks the headspace you were in

Eris stilled under you, thinking about what you said. The bond in his chest glowing with his mate instincts to care for you

Kissing the top of your head Eris murmured, “anything for you, my little wildfire.”

Eris started making more time for you during the day

He made sure you got ready together in the morning and had lunch and dinner together

You had periodic check ins during the day to see how each other were doing

Both your moods and stress levels improved dramatically just by this little change

Eris noticed you holding on to him in anyway you could during meetings and court. You tried not to be too obvious but Eris picked up on your need for physical touch

He always made sure to have his hands on you at all times

On the weekends Eris made sure that those two days were just for you and him

He pampered you, taking you shopping and on dates or just spending time at the cabin

[dilfartist]

May I request a Part 3 for the Leon las plagas fic?? It's just so!!! Exciting!! How reader reacts to the pregnancy? Weird side effects??? Does Leon's aggression turn into more smothering affection? Do the scientists conduct physical tests on reader (how does Leon react to that??? Does he have to be restrained? Is he present?) Her thoughts as shes kept in relative isolation? Does she bond with the baby she's carrying (talking to the bump, playing games)?

Missed - short (pt.3)

Pairing; Yandere Las Plagas Leon Kennedy x reader

Synopsis; Visiting Leon after your check-up

Reader description; Female/GN

Edited: No, Yes

Word count; 1k

TW; kidnapping, forced pregnancy, SA mentioned.

Notes; {Last part! Also, very sorry if this isn’t a good ending just wanted to post something to get me into writing again.}

Reblogs and Comments are greatly appreciated!

“Mrs.(Last name), your breakfast is ready.”

The radiant lights flick on, nearly blinding you despite the dark blanket covering your face, gaining an irked groan from you. It takes an effort to lift yourself, the additional weight in your abdomen making it a laborious act. “What is It?” you utter, voice raspy.

A Nurse enters the room. She hauls in a full tray of food. Providing you with a polite smile, she set the tray on your blanketed lap. “This morning we made you: pancakes, bacon, and eggs; just as you requested yesterday.” You nod showing acknowledgment, returning her polite smile. “After you eat, we’ll start with your check-up. Okay?” you nod once again and she takes her queue to exit.

It’s been four prolonged months since you conceived the baby, or what the scientists declare “experiment 12,”. While your time staying here hasn’t been the best it’s beginning to feel like your new life.

You follow a schedule: first breakfast, then a check-up, maybe a meeting with Leon, and whatever else happens throughout the day.

The food here is okay. Truth be told you wish you could have a burger, maybe even convince one of the workers to stop by a fast food joint. Unfortunately, the scientists prefer for you to eat what they provide and only what they provide. Some day you’ll convince them the baby wants it. Maybe then they’ll get it.

“Let’s get this over with,” you mumble to yourself. You get out of bed and head over to your wardrobe, pulling out a pair of sweatpants and a random comfortable shirt. It was nice of them to bring your clothes from home, they were way more comfortable than what they had suggested you wear at first.

“I’m ready,” you call out, knowing they are watching you from the other side of the glass. A doctor enters the room clutching a pen and clipboard. She pushes in a cart of medical supplies, “Hello, Mrs. (last name),” she sings, “How’s you and the baby?” She sits on the chair adjacent to your bed, patting the edge to encourage you to sit as well.

“We’re fine.” you groan, lifting your body up to take a seat beside her on the bed.

“Hm, still no out-of-the-ordinary cravings for pregnancy - no pains?”

“No, still none.” you sighed, looking down at your pregnant ample belly.

Throughout your pregnancy, everything seemed to be normal. You had the same cravings as any other woman, the normal discomforts as other pregnant women- everything appeared expected for a pregnant woman. It provoked worry from both you and the scientists. The normalcy in the pregnancy could lead to an abnormally painful birth or an abnormally formed baby; as hypothesized by the scientists.

You look up to see her documenting the given information on her clipboard. “I’m still allowed to see Leon, right?” you inquire, tone a bit desperate. She glances up from her paper and smiles at you, “Yup! After we’re done, I’ll take you to his chambers.” She clicks her pen and the blue ink tip withdrawals. Putting away the pencil, she pulls out the medical supplies and begins to examine you.

She runs a couple of tests which take about twenty minutes. Then she gets to your belly; gently she touches around the round flesh, her fingertips slightly poking at you not enough to earn your discomfort. You watch as her brows begin to furrow slightly, growing in intensity after every couple of seconds that her hands explore your belly. From your point of view, it’s like she’s checking a fleshy watermelon, gently shaking and poking at it.

After a while of poking and rubbing you like a crystal ball, she holds your stomach for a minute, and her eyes widen slightly. She bends down and lifts your stomach.

“I finally found something anomalous,” she says triumphantly, a smug grin spreading on her face as she perks up at you. You peer down at her, curiously attempting to look at yourself but ultimately failing due to your belly’s size. “What? What is it?”

She stands tall pulling off her blue gloves. “Your stomach is heavier than a normal pregnant woman’s.” She ambles to the trash can by the door and disregards the gloves. “I don’t know why I haven’t noticed it before- maybe this happened overnight or something.” She shrugs.

Now that you consider it, you have noticed other pregnant women don’t find normal tasks as difficult as you do. Well, they obviously do find it hard- you meant from what you’ve been told by the doctors. Usually, women rate their pain as a five or six. You’d rate your pain as a seven or eight in recent days.

Instinctively, you began to caress your stomach. How bad would it hurt during the birth procedure? Wouldn’t the heavier the abdomen mean the heavier the baby? Your eyes widen and suck in a quivering breath. She takes notice of the change in mood, asking what’s the matter. You explain to her your concerns resulting in her chuckling, “There is a possibility of the birth being a bit hard, but I assure you, you’ll be in good hands.”

She leads you out of your room where two security officers are awaiting your arrival. They greet you with a nod of their heads, then continue to look onwards. You’re escorted through the plain white hallways until you finally reach a heavily gated metal door. One of the security guards walks over to put in the code, ensuring his back faces you. The doors open wide and you depart the doctor's side to enter.

Listening closely you can make out the dialogue from taxi driver playing at a medium volume. You shut the door behind you softly.

Leon sits in a wing chair, one leg across the other, slouching back with his head resting on his palm. Leon can usually detect when you’ve entered the room by your scent and the sound of your footsteps, but he was too captivated by the movie. Cute.

You tip-toe over, a mischievous grin spreading across your lips. Resting against the top part of the chair you tap the top of his head. Leon jerks forward slightly, he looks up, ruby eyes meeting yours. It takes him but a moment to realize it's you. He grins at you, “You surprised me.” he comments with a chuckle.

“Really? I thought I gave you a hard attack.” you giggle. You take your seat in the other wing chair pointed toward the television.

Leon smiles softly at you. Good, you think. Leon was starting to show off his emotions more openly now.

After the night you had conceived, Leon avoided you like the plague. His mind was guilted with the knowledge of what he had done to you. The person he swore he’d never hurt. It took weeks for him to look you in the eyes. About a month to finally start talking to you continuously instead of spewing a few words as a response to you. Now he was showing his emotions off after a couple of months.

“How was today's check-up? You did have one today right?” Leon questions, slightly moving his chair in your direction.

“Yeah the baby is still healthy but we found out it's really heavy.”

Leon nods his head taking in the new information. You decide to question him on his time away from you, “what about you? Anything new?”

Leon absentmindedly fiddles with his fingers, he recalls his day in slow-formed sentences, “Well, they finally told me when I’d be able to continue working.” Leon had been wanting to get back to work sometime, he’d been asking every month since his captivity. “They say I’ll start next month.”

You hum, “That’s great, baby.”

“It's good and all,” Leon starts, leaning back in his chair, “but I hope I’m not out when the baby comes.” Leon didn't trust anyone in the building when it came to the baby’s delivery. He wanted to be there not only for your safety but to unsure they wouldn’t try anything.

“We still need to decide the name,” Leon notes.

Leon lets out a small sigh, displaying a small smile. He looks at your stomach, “That reminds me, what about the gender? Do you know it yet? Did they tell you?”

“Oh, yeah! Give me a second.” You abruptly stand, hurrying your way as fast as your swollen feet can go to the door. You tap on the door. Tap, Tap, Tap. The door opens slightly ajar, and the doctor peaks in slightly. “Is everything okay?” her eyes flash worry. “Do you have the paper for the baby’s gender?” her worry dissipates, “Yes.” she slides in a vanilla envelope through the crack.

You close the door and make your way back to Leon. Presenting the vanilla envelope to him, he turns to you quickly, eyes slightly wide. “Should I open it, or you?” you sing, waving it in the air.

Leon focuses on the envelope, lips pursed in thought. His eyes softly turn to you, “Could you, please?”

“Okay.” you oblige, teasing him by moving ever so slowly.

“...what do you think?”

“...is it a boy?”

You grin at him not uttering a single word. Leon isn’t sure if his assumption is correct or not, so he asks for the second option. “Is it a girl?” This time instead of making him guess you nod your head.

A smile crosses Leon's face, but it's different from any other you've seen from him. It’s genuine. It wasn’t like Leon never smiled, just a few minutes ago he was- this was just different. He had a smile you could only capture when the subject of a candid photograph isn’t aware of the camera.

Leon is the first to move, hugging you tightly and slightly rocking your body along with his.

If it weren't for the circumstances of the situation, perhaps you too could find unconditional joy in the moment. Yet you can’t. At the end of the day, this child could tear you to bits. At the end of the day, you could die because of the possible unatural birth. At the end of the day, you could be shot down like an unuseful dog after their experiment is finally birthed.

You know the pleasure you feel in these moments will soon come to a soul-crushing end, so traumatizing you’ll awake in a cold sweat many years later if they have not disposed of you.

For now, you’ll indulge in the normalcy of the situation as much as you can.

For soon that will come to a crushing end.

[reverie-starlight]

grief comfort- mammon

I wanted to write something with mammon, who is one of my biggest comfort characters. I wanted to post it last year but I couldn’t finish it until now.

fem!mc bc I mostly wrote it for my own comfort and also I this is like. suuuuper self indulgent guys, so don’t mind me!!! just getting some emotions out!!! (but this is NOT an OC or my own self-insert MC. there is no physical description and the only background info is that her mother has passed.)

warnings: heavy grief, feelings of guilt, lots of crying and reminiscing, mammon is incredibly emotionally intelligent and loves you so much, very very quick character analysis of the brothers and their grief. Mammon might be slightly OOC in this I’m sorry!!

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If there was one thing you missed about the Human World when you were in the Devildom, it was the sunshine. 

Yeah, it was hot and annoying, and maybe it temporarily blinded you whenever you wanted to look up at the clouds, but at least it provided you with a soft glow through your window in the morning and a feeling of comforting warmth.

And you were so cold right now. Not necessarily because of the weather (it was Summer in the Devildom, so really you were at risk of overheating with all the blankets piled on top of you), but rather because of the emptiness you were feeling inside. 

Of course this day had been lingering in the back of your mind for a couple weeks now, and you tried to act normal around the others- really you did. Playing it off as if it would be just another day, keeping a smile on your face... nothing out of the ordinary from what you had always done when the topic of conversation related to your mother. 

But last night you couldn’t keep your smile as wide as you wanted and you knew everyone could tell that you weren’t as well-off as you claimed to be. 

So you weren’t surprised when there was no one bugging you about being late for breakfast. Your phone wasn’t blowing up with messages, no one was knocking at your door and no one was yelling for you down the hallway. 

You were alone with your thoughts and you honestly weren’t sure if you were more appreciative or scared of that. 

The logical side of your brain kept telling you to get up and moving, eat food, spend time with people who love and care for you- it’s just another day and it only has so much weight because you’re putting emphasis on it. But the emotional side of your brain kept telling you to remember her, wallow- it’s okay to miss her, of course you’re sad today, you lost your mother far too soon! Feel what you need to however you need to. 

The latter eventually won out and you stayed in bed, scrolling through old pictures of her you had saved. You were brought out of your thoughts when someone knocked on your door. 

“MC? It’s me. Can I come in?” His voice was muffled through the door but you could hear the concern in his voice. 

You managed out a weak yeah and then your boyfriend entered carrying a plate of food. He closed the door behind him and gave you a small smile. “I managed to make you a plate before Beel polished everything off.”

You watched him him as he set the plate on your desk and came closer to you, really looking at you for the first time that morning. His eyes scanned over your rumpled bedsheets and the layers of blankets. The tear-stained cheeks and soaked pillow. 

The second you made eye contact, you let out a little whimper and almost immediately he was laying down with you in his arms. He gently rubbed up and down your back, shushing you softly as you sobbed into his chest. 

Mammon knew more about your mother’s death and the rocky years that followed than any of the others. Mostly because he was your boyfriend, sure, but also because he was just so easy to open up to. You weren’t really sure how to approach the topic of grief with the others- you didn’t want to set the twins off (especially Belphie), Asmo and Levi always tried to change the subject... maybe Lucifer would be willing to open up about it, but you doubted there would be a smooth transition into that conversation. And Satan... you could probably go to him about it since he was technically the most removed from the brothers’ shared grieving, but that’s also exactly why you didn’t. Singling him out based on that alone might feel like a slap to the face for him. 

And it seemed silly, because as a grieving person? You knew far too well how badly you wanted to have those conversations and wished people wouldn’t walk on eggshells around you... it was hypocritical, almost, but you shoved that thought to the back of your mind.

Mammon, though? You were well aware of how terribly he missed his little sister. Late night talks from back before you even started dating proved as much, but the difference was that he seemed the most equipped of his family to have a smooth running conversation about grief and loss- especially considering his role of comforting and caring for his brothers right after the fall. The most willing to confront those feelings with you (which you recognized was incredibly ironic due to his previous history with genuine feelings towards you). Of course you felt the most comfortable opening up to him about your own experience with it.

So him checking up on you today while the others left you alone only further proved your theories. The more you cried into his shirt, the tighter he held you. He pressed kisses to the top of your head and pulled your face away a bit so you could breathe. “It’s okay... I’ve got ya.” 

You continued to cry, finally letting all of your bottled up emotions from the past couple weeks free. You cried for your loss, the memories of your mother that played through your mind, and how you kind of wished she was the one comforting you instead. Or that you didn’t need to be comforted at all. 

When you finally calmed down enough, your sobs subsiding into little hiccups and sniffles, he gently cupped your face and wiped away your tears with his thumbs. Then he helped you sit up a bit, the two of you sitting against the headboard, him letting you lean your bodyweight on him. 

“Do ya feel like eating?” He peered down at you. 

You shook your head a little, honestly too exhausted to even want to look at the food he brought, but your stomach betrayed you and growled. Mammon laughed a little. “I guess the better question here would have been ‘are ya hungry’?”

You whined as he got up to get the plate, causing you to almost fall over. He shot you a small smile and made his way back quickly. Once he was back in his original spot, with you leaning on him again, he speared some fruit on the fork and held it up for you. When you turned your face away slightly, he furrowed his eyebrows. 

“Baby, you need to eat something. I know ya don’t feel like it, but ignorin’ your body’s no good.” 

With more effort than you would have liked to admit, you slowly pushed yourself off of him and let him feed you the piece of fruit. When you took it, he beamed. “There ya go... I won’t force ya to eat all of it but you need to at least make a dent alright?”

You nodded and let him feed you some more. He kept your mind off of it as you ate, making small conversation until there were only small scraps left. “That’s great, babe, I’m glad you’re not facing today with an empty stomach. Here, drink,” he held up a glass of water for you to take. 

Now that you were fed and hydrated you felt a little more alive, but the ache in your heart persisted. Mammon seemed to notice that you still weren’t up for much, so he just held you closer and let you slump over on his lap, looking up at him. 

“Do you want to talk about her?”

You sighed a little and nodded, but when you tried to voice an answer, your throat got tight. So you just stared up at him pitifully. 

He gave you a sympathetic look and ran two of his knuckles over your cheek. “It’s okay... why don’t we go through some pictures ya have of her instead?”

So you reached for your phone and unlocked it, going through the album you had opened previously. 

He was attentive, asking you questions about the backstory of each picture, listening when you remembered them and swiping to the next one when you got frustrated about the ones you couldn’t. 

“She was pretty. You look so much like her,” he murmured when you came across a selfie of the two of you. 

You smiled a bit and thanked him. “I think so too. It makes me really proud… most people say I look like her, but some people think I look more like my dad.” 

He cupped your face with his hand and smiled softly. “Well rest assured, ya look like her, and I’m always right so you gotta believe me.”

You laughed again and let a comfortable silence settle in your room. He rubbed his thumb over your cheek and watched over you as you pondered over whatever was on your mind.

“I... I get angry sometimes. That she died,” you admitted.

Mammon raised his eyebrows, not expecting so much guilt to be laced in your voice. “That’s perfectly normal, baby, I still get pissed over Lilith’s death. We all do.”

Your eyes welled with tears again. “Yeah, but you have so many reasons to be angry. How could I ever be angry at her for getting sick? That wasn’t her fault. She didn’t want to leave me... but my life went to shit when she did.”

He considered your words carefully. “But you’re not really mad at her, you’re mad at how everything went down. You’re allowed to be angry, MC.”

You sniffled. “I guess...” your voice was thick with emotion and it was getting hard to hold back another round of tears. “I just... don’t want to be angry anymore, but I’m so stuck on everything that happened.”

“Ya never got to let it out properly. You’ve said before that ya never really fully processed it because of your family, right? Ya kept it in because ya didn’t know how to deal with it and ended up getting praised for not showing how much it hurt,”

You nodded. “And it lead to so much personal failure... I feel like I’ve lost the last few years of my life because I’ve been struggling so much.”

He frowned. “Not failures, just... too many obstacles you’re trying to tackle on your own. You’re doin’ a good job, treasure, ya just gotta let yourself feel it, okay? I promise it’ll help.”

You bit your lip to keep it from wobbling, but he shook his head and moved some hair out of your eye. “Nuh-uh, let it out if you need to.”

Your body shook with effort to keep it in, but in the end you couldn’t. “She was supposed to be okay, Mammon. They told me she was going to recover. And I guess they believed it too, so it’s not like they lied, but what the fuck is the lesson I’m supposed to learn from this that I couldn’t have learned without her dying?”

He held you tighter and lets you cry on his shoulder. He’s not completely sure what to say to make it better- there were hundreds of lessons that came with Lilith and the fall. He’s had a few thousand years to realize them all, though, and he knew better than to try and get you to find some of your own.

“There’s this saying in the human world that goes everything happens for a reason, but I think it’s bullshit. There was no reason for this and I’m so lucky I figured that out beforehand, otherwise I’d be driving myself crazy trying to find one.”

Mammon nodded and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “You’re already nuts enough, we don’t need ya going even deeper down the rabbit hole.”

You snorted and shoved him a bit, then took a deep breath in. On the exhale you felt so much of the day’s tension leave you alongside the air in your lungs.

“Feelin’ a little better, babe?” He whispered.

You nodded. A few minutes later, after a comfortable silence, you were leaning on him once more. You looked up at him and admired his profile. “I do think some things happen for a reason, though.”

He looked down at you curiously. “Yeah?”

You nodded. “Coming to the Devildom was hard to add to my list of things gone wrong back then, but at the very least I know what the reason for it was.”

He smiled at you shyly. “Oh… really?”

You didn’t need to elaborate past another nod- Mammon already knew you meant meeting him. (And his brothers, but as your boyfriend, he also knew he took top priority.)

“Thank you for taking care of me today, my love. You have no idea how much I appreciate it.”

He kissed your cheek and knocked his forehead against yours. “Ya don’t need to thank me, treasure, I would do anything for you. I’m just happy you’re feeling decent now.”

The similarities hit you like a ton of bricks.

The Devildom may not have a sun, but it had something even better- warm, bright and comforting Mammon.

[ruh--roh-raggy]

Heart Of Wires (Sundrop/Moondrop x DCA!OC Piper) Part 2

Hello hello! I am so sorry to all of my Monty fans for this chapter, I love him I promise but who better to play our villain this chapter? A couple warnings in this chapter, mostly just super fluffy and sweet as Piper and our Daycare Attendants get to know each other and start falling for each other. I hope you enjoy!! If you would like to be added to the tag list please let me know!!

WARNINGS: Monty is kind of a creep this chapter, he makes Piper uncomfortable, unwanted flirting, robot on robot violence, fighting, yelling, punching, mentions of workplace harassment, mention of a stalker, some swearing, I think that's it, if there's anything you would like me to add please let me know!

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Word Count: 4,946

Part 1 - Part 3

Piper adjusts the strap of her messenger bag on her shoulder as she rides up the escalator. This was the first morning she wasn't greeted with Merry’s cheerful expression as she walked into the Pizzaplex. Piper had been working in the daycare for almost a month at this point, she didn't need anyone to show her how to get there, but there was something odd about the bubbly blond being missing from her usual post. Typically, when Piper arrived, she was busy handing piles of maps to the line of Mapbots that were going through their daily pre-shift checks, wishing each of them a Faz-tastic day as they sped off. The Pizzaplex made Piper feel uneasy, being the only sign of life in such a massive space didn't feel right. She guessed she never really noticed that feeling with a friend by her side. She jumped out of the way of Staff bots that whizzed by her, carrying new boxes of neon balls over to the mini-golf course, bags of paper cups to El Chip’s. “Piper!” She nearly jumped out of her own skin when her voice was suddenly called. Her head snapped to the side, finding Merry heading in her direction. Piper froze in place, happy to see her friend, but terrified by the sight behind her. It was important to note that Merry was not a small woman. She stood around 5 '11, her whole body was broad and muscular from years of doing strenuous, physical labor, being the lead service technician here Piper could only imagine how strong Merry was. She would be willing to bet that Merry could crush her head like an egg with her bicep alone. So, at the sight of the hulking green alligator that sauntered behind her, absolutely dwarfing Merry, Piper had to stop herself from bolting to the daycare in search of safety.

“So this is the new DCA.” The Gator, she thinks his name was Montgomery, rumbles. “You didn't tell me she was cute.” He gazes at Piper hungrily, lips pulling back into a smile of sharp teeth. Piper swallows thickly, goosebumps erupting across her skin as she holds his leering gaze. There was a soft ‘tink’ of Merry slapping the animatronic’s arm.

“Stop it.” She shoots him a warning glance. “Piper, this is Monty. I figured I'd introduce him ahead of time since he’s going to be swinging by the daycare for a party later.”

“Yeah, I remember Sun telling me about that.” Her eyes stay subtly trained on Monty, not wanting to let him out of her sight. She could see him roll his eyes under his yellow and purple star shaped sunglasses.

“I thought you said it was just going to be me?” He mutters to Merry.

“Sun is going to be there to show Piper the ropes, okay? I know the two of you don't always see eye to eye-”

“That's an understatement.” He scoffs.

“As I was saying,” she cuts him off with an annoyed glare. “Try to get along.” Her expression softens as her attention turns back to Piper.

“It should be an easy day, you just have to keep them on schedule.” She reassures you. She groans as her pager beeps on her belt, she unclips it and quickly reads the message. “If it wasn't bad enough… first you have a golf ball lodged in your shoulder joint-” she trails off grumbling to herself. “Come on, I have to get you back to Gator Golf.” She waves for Monty to follow her. “We’ll catch up later, I want to hear all about your first party.” She smiles warmly at Piper, clapping her on the shoulder as she passes by.

“Guess I'll be seeing you later.” Monty winks at her as he passes by, quickly snapping his jaws in her direction so that she would get startled. He chuckles at her expression, giving Piper one final wave before he follows after Merry. Piper makes the rest of the trip to the daycare in silence, the whole interaction with Monty not sitting right with her. She sits on one of the brightly colored wooden benches in the daycare’s lobby for a moment. Piper remembers other men she had issues with in the past who started out acting like Monty just had with her. Being backed into office corners, trying not to gag from their coffee stained breaths as they stood too close to her. It took her years to shake the ex coworker who had started stalking her after she rejected him. She shook the thought from her head. She discarded her messenger bag in the staff only room before flinging herself down the slide with growing familiarity. She clatters into the ball pit, letting the feeling of the cool plastic pressing into her skin ground her from a moment as she allows herself to lay there. She hears Sundrop’s long, even strides approach her.

“Good morning Piper!” He greets her cheerily, pausing when he sees the agitated look on her face. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, just had a weird interaction this morning.” She explains with a sigh. “I think I just need a minute to level myself out.” When she spoke again Sun noticed the unmistakable tremor in her voice, she was nervous. He sits down on the edge of the ball pit, not wanting to risk overwhelming her by invading her space, he figured it would be best to let her decide whether or not she would come to him.

“Why does she look scared?” Moon’s voice rattles in the back of Sun’s head.

“Did something happen?” If he found out someone had hurt you-

“Have you ever met someone and the whole interaction just feels off?” Before he had a chance to fly too far off the handle she spoke up, the sound of her voice reminding him that this was about her, he needed to make sure she was okay before anything else. “I know I probably sound stupid, but just the way he looked at me… I don't know.” She glances to the side at the sound of plastic clattering against plastic. Sun was currently wading into the ball pit in her direction.

“Sunbeam,” he crouches down next to her, a look of concern painted across his features. Piper had to resist the urge to reach out for him, he was the only thing that seemed to provide any comfort to her at the moment. “I want to make you feel better, but for the life of me I can't seem to think of how I can do that.” He lets out a soft chuckle.

“He called me cute,” his entire body froze as he remembered Moon calling her pretty the first day they met. “It made me feel gross, I don't know how else to describe it.” He carefully retracted the appendage that rested closest to her, the temptation of taking her much smaller hand in his own flashing through his mind, but he knew that's the last thing she probably wanted right now.

“I’m sorry-”

“Sunny, why are you apologizing for something he did?” His eyes finally met hers, perfect blue little ponds that stood out like sapphires against her pale complexion.

“Well it's just, the day you started, Moon called you pretty. We just don't want you feeling gross about us, too.” He explains in an almost embarrassed tone. Piper sits up, stumbling slightly as the balls threaten to send her crashing to the floor beneath them. She maneuvers herself closer to him, putting herself directly into his line of sight.

“I need both of you to listen to me.” Her tone was firm, Sun had never seen her be so serious before. “Sunny, Moon, you are both wonderful. I look forward to coming here everyday because I get to see you. I don't think you're gross.” She chuckles as she reassures them. Her cheeks grew warm as she continued, “if anything I’m flattered that you think I'm pretty.” She smiles bashfully at them, causing him to feel that strange pang in his chest again. “He made me feel small… objectified…” She carefully chooses her words, not exactly sure what the passing comment from Monty made her feel but it was definitely somewhere in the neighborhood of what she was trying to articulate to Sun. “The two of you have never made me feel that way.” She finishes quietly, her eyes averting from his. He shifts slightly, wanting to pull her into a hug. Before he had a chance to agonize over asking for her permission or to just let it go, Piper made the decision for him. She pushes forward, wrapping her arms around his slim torso, his metal body cool against her burning cheeks. He thought he had blown a fuse for a second, he couldn't seem to think. But as he glanced down at her everything seemed to fall into place. Her body perfectly slotted against his, the soft smile that graced her lips. He embraces her tightly in return, her shoulders noticeably relaxing as if being close to him like this was enough to erase all the stress from her body.

“We won't let him make you feel like that again.”

Who Piper assumed was the birthday boy bounded up to Sun the second he crawled his way out of the ball pit. “Well hey there, Eli! Happy birthday!” The large animatronic scoops the boy up into his arms with ease. “This is Miss Piper, she’ll be here to help make sure your big day is extra special!” He gives Piper a shy wave that she happily returns. The boy's bright green eyes scan around the room.

“Where's Monty?” Piper caught Sun twitch slightly out of the corner of her eye at the mention of his name.

“He’s going to be coming by later when we go upstairs for cake and ice cream!” He explains, bouncing the boy on his hip as he carries him off to his group of waiting friends. The party itself was simple enough to handle; 15 kids, a few extra activities than the normal day to day routine, nothing crazy. Sun had decided to keep a close eye on Piper, the whole ordeal this morning obviously making her a bit anxious. He loved watching her interact with the kids, she truly was amazing at it. Sun couldn't help but smile as he watched her admire a paper pal she was being presented with, the face nothing but googly eyes.

“I need to apologize to her.” Moon rasps.

“She said there was no need to Moon, she’s not upset with us.” Sun responds.

“Still, I would like to say something.” He grumbles. “And I would like to find out who exactly she had an interaction with this morning.”

“Me too.” Sun glanced up at the clock, there was about an hour left until Monty was due to show up. “Here, spend some time with her before cake, I don't need you being more irritable than usual while he's around.” Sun makes eye contact with Piper, making the motion of opening a book with his hands to signal it was story time.

“Alright boys and girls, we have one more activity before it's time for cake.” She explains in her usual chipper tone, earning a chorus of cheers from the group. “We’re going to have spooky story time with Moondrop.” She lowers her tone as she continues, setting the slightly eerie mood that made all the kids giggle in excitement. She groups all of them up, leading them into the nap room and having them all get settled around a fake campfire that had been set up in the middle of the room before turning off the lights. Sun stepped into the dark room and shut the door, Piper heard the soft whirs and clicks as Moon took center stage. He turns to face her and gives her a bashful smile.

“Piper, I know you said I didn't have to apologize for calling you pretty-”

“And I meant that.” She cuts him off with a flustered giggle, not expecting it to bring it up to her face so suddenly. “From him it felt malicious, from you it was a sweet compliment.” She explains, trying to put him at ease. He offers her his arm, a routine she had gotten used to in order for Moon to easily guide her through the dark room. She rests a hand on his forearm.

“I hope you have your best scary story prepared, I feel like this is going to be a tough crowd.” He jokes, smiling at her soft laughter.

“Oh, I'm bringing my A-game, I hope you can keep up.” She winks at him. Piper takes her seat, Moon greeting all of the children before plopping down at her side. The small circle was filled with giggling as Piper and Moondrop took turns telling their spooky stories. “The old woman pulled the blankets over her head as the intruder's footsteps thudded in the hallway, where is my tooooooeeeee.” She draws out the word in a ghostly tone, earning squeals and laughter from the group. Piper pauses to laugh herself for a moment. “She hears her bedroom door creak open.” She mocks the motion of opening a door as she lets out a high pitched creak of her own. “The footsteps walk up to her bed, the old woman lays there as silent as possible. You have it!” She suddenly exclaims, earning more squeals and screams from the group that quickly dissolves into giggles. She feels Moon’s hand bump into the side of hers, she can't stop the blush that immediately spreads across her cheeks as her eyes land on his expression of pure adoration. There was a knock at the door before it was opened up, a staff member alerting you that it was time for cake. The children rushed out of the room in an instant, Moon and Piper chuckled at their excitement. Moon stood, offering Piper his hand to help her up from the floor. His fingers remained wrapped around her hand for a few moments after she had stood, his thumb running over her knuckles before he dropped it, clearing his throat and mumbling out an apology. The pair slowly walk up to the door, enjoying their last few moments together before Moon has to go back to sleep for the rest of the day.

“If that guy ever bothers you again I want you to tell us, we’ll make sure he won't bother you anymore.” His eyes flicker over her face, memorizing every curve of her features.

“Moon?” He hums at the sound of her saying his name. “Can I give you a hug?”

“Of course you can starlight, anytime.” He smiles softly as he carefully pulls her into his arms. Piper holds him tightly, knowing this would probably be the last time she would see him today. “Go have fun, I'll see you soon.” He whispers, keeping an arm wrapped around her as he slowly brightens the lights. She hears Sun take over, he jolts slightly as he realizes he's holding her.

“Piper,” he lets out a sigh of relief at the sight of her. “Did I hear right? It's time for cake?” She nodded, letting her arms finally slip from his waist.

“Cake just got brought in, then it's free play and we’re done.” She reiterates the rest of the schedule, knowing that sometimes when the two switch places they can get a bit frazzled.

“Let’s go have some cake then.” He places a large hand in between her shoulders as he leads her out into the main daycare, she squints slightly as her vision is assaulted by the bright colors as they leave the dimly lit room. The party room upstairs was somehow even more chaotic than the daycare on your busiest days. The cramped space was packed with children and parents alike, the kids running around at top speed, all hopped up on Fizzy-Faz and birthday cake. A little girl with braids ran up to her, hunching over slightly as she heaved from all the running.

“Miss Piper!” She yells cheerily. “We were wondering where you and Mr. Sun were!” She smiles at you. “Monty Gator’s here!” She juts a finger excitedly in his direction

“You should go say hello, I'm sure he'd love to meet you.” Piper responds with a grin of her own, trying to hide how nervous the new addition to the group was making you. The girl darts off, distracted by the swarm of her friends that had buzzed past her. Piper felt herself pale as she straightened up, realizing that Monty’s gaze was locked on her.

“Eli, it's time for presents!” You hear the birthday boy’s mom call. A smirk stretches across Monty’s features as he realized this was just the chance he needed to break away from the group to get you alone. All of the kids and parents gathered around one table as a staff member started bringing over all of his gifts.

“Well, well, well. Look who it is?” Her blood turns to ice in her veins at the sound of the deep voice that rumbles at her side. “What’s the matter sweetheart? I feel like I've been chasing you around the room all night.” He chuckles, taking another few steps closer to her. She shuffles to the side, keeping her eyes set straight forward on Eli.

“Monty, I'm trying to work.” She states flatly, knowing that wouldn't be enough to brush him off but she figured it wouldn't harm to try.

“So am I, I'm just making small talk with the newest staff member. Where's the harm in that?” She winces as he blows a hot puff of air from his nose against the side of her face. She hears the swishing of fabric, something grazes past her side but never fully touches her.

“Typical.” Monty scoffs. “Leave it to the birthday clown to always ruin my fun.” He growls. Piper finally dared to glance next to her, she caught sight of the familiar red and gold stripes and she realized that it was in fact Sundrop who had placed himself in between the pair.

“It doesn't seem like the situation is any fun if you're the only one enjoying yourself.” He snaps back.

“I don't know, I think Piper and I could be having a lot of fun if you hadn't gotten in the way.” Monty crosses his arms over his chest. Piper didn't miss the way Sun bounced his leg in agitation.

“Sunbeam, would you mind holding things down here with Brayden while I go have a chat with Monty.” Sun rests a comforting hand on her shoulder, nodding towards the staff member that looked bored enough to die.

“Sure, just be quick okay?” Her eyes darted between him and Monty nervously. Sun���s hands clenched into fists, the gator following him out into the hallway with a cocky smirk. The pair disappear into one of the other party rooms, leaving you to wonder just what exactly would happen now that they were out of the public eye.

Sundrop holds open the door for Monty, letting it slam shut behind him as he steps in the room. “It was you, wasn't it? You're the reason she was so upset this morning.” Sun jabs a finger in his direction. The two kept their distance from each other, standing on opposing sides of the room.

“Don't know what that little tart would be so upset about, I just gave her a compliment-”

“You made her uncomfortable is what you did.” Sun cuts him off, making the other animatronic snarl.

“What's the matter Sunny? Find a nice little piece of ass that can finally put up with your obnoxious personality and you suddenly want to play the hero, huh?” Monty chuckles.

“Don't call her that.” Sun responds through clenched teeth.

“And what are you going to do about it?” He laughs. “You gonna fight me for her? Make some big display about how you're a good guy who's going to take care of her?” Sun averts his eyes to the floor. Monty chuckles at his mannerisms, “pathetic, you can't even tell her, can you?” He starts to head towards the door, deciding he had enough of this conversation. “Just don't beat yourself up too bad when I inevitably win her over. A girl like that would look a hell of a lot better hanging off of my arm anyways.”

Piper’s head snapped in the direction of the loud slam against the wall from the next room, the party guests still too invested in Eli opening gifts to notice. She locks eyes with Brayden, nodding to the hallways and motioning she'd be right back. The first thing she heard as she exited the party room was the sound of two voices yelling at each other. She jogged to the room next door, peering into the window to see Monty and Sun grappling with each other, Sundrop at the obvious disadvantage. Piper slams against the door pushing into the room. “Well look who decided to show up.” Monty chuckles maliciously as he looks down at Sun.

“What a shame that your little girlfriend is going to have to watch me rip you apart limb from limb.” He snarls. Sun winds back his arm before his hand smashed against the side of Monty’s snout, leaving a pretty sizable dent in its wake. Piper screamed, slipping and slamming to the checkered tile floor as she scrambled for the phone. She rips the receiver off of the hook dialing the first number that popped into your head. Blood thundered in her ears, almost drowning out the sound of ringing as she prayed for an answer.

“Merry speaking, what can I-”

“They're fighting!” Piper yells into the phone, her voice cracking as she tries to fight back tears. “At the daycare! They're going to fucking kill each other!” She heard Merry slam down her phone as it went dead, no doubt rushing to try and minimize the damage. Piper couldn't tear her eyes away from the scene as she crawled backwards into the farthest corner from them, her whole body trembling. She watched in horror as Monty managed to grab Sundrop, lifting him clear from the floor before smashing him back down onto a table. He stands over Sun’s motionless form, grabbing him by the top of the head and hauling him to a sitting position.

“You need to remember your place, clown.” He sneers. “I'm at the top of the food chain in this place… Not… You.” Just before he had the chance to deliver a devastating blow to Sun’s head Merry burst through the door, rushing at Monty in order to tackle him to the ground. Luckily, at this point Brayden managed to quickly lead the guests to another location in the Pizzeria, leaving the rest of them to be the only ones left in the daycare. Merry seemed to have finally calmed down Monty enough to subdue him after a few minutes.

“Don't move a single muscle.” She warns, pointing down at him. “Piper, are you hurt?” She asks as she rushes over to Sun. Piper couldn't even respond, she just sat there staring at the animatronic who still wasn’t getting up. “Piper!” Merry tries again, a bit firmer this time. The redhead’s eyes snap to the blond, tears welling up in her waterline as the reality of what had just happened to her friend set in. Piper shakes her head softly, pulling her knees to her chest to make herself appear smaller. A wide eyed and breathless Brayden appeared in the door.

“How bad was it this time?” He starts, pausing and looking to the side when he catches a glimpse of Piper’s terrified form. “Are you proud of yourself?” He yells at Monty. Brayden shakes his head before cautiously approaching Piper. He kneels down a good distance in front of her. “Piper, why don't you come downstairs? We should get out of Merry’s way while she's working.” He speaks slowly, knowing it would take her a little longer to process what he was saying considering she seemed to be in a state of shock. Piper stands, slowly shuffling out of the room. She takes one last glance over at Sundrop. Merry had popped off a panel on the back of his head, a focused look adorning her features as she quickly works. The sight alone was enough to make Piper well up, tears sliding down her cheeks before she hurried from the room.

Piper laid on her side in the dark room, a pillow beneath her head and a blanket draped over her still shivering form as she stared straight ahead at the wall. Brayden had moved her down to the nap room, figuring it would be best if she didn't have to see him take Monty out of the room. She hears the soft creak of the large doors being pushed open, the opposing end of the room showing a thin sliver of light before the whole room is plunged into darkness again. Piper could make out the subtle whirs of Moon coming out, she resisted the urge to rush over to him and crush him in a hug. The last thing she needed right now was the embarrassment that would come from Moon seeing her cry. He lets out a sigh before his eyes scan around the room. He finds Piper curled up in a corner, facing away from him. His shoulders slump slightly at the sight of her, he never wanted to see her scared, the fact he was part of the reason almost made him want to leave without disturbing her.

“Piper?” He calls her name softly, taking careful steps in her direction. She sits up at his acknowledgement, the sound of her quiet sniffling made Moon’s chest hurt.

“Please tell me you're okay.” Her voice was hoarse when she finally spoke.

“We’re alright.” He reassures her softly. “Some dents and dings.” He moves a bit closer to her.

“I thought you were gone.” Her voice quivered as it filled the otherwise silent space. Moon paused as it finally set in. She wasn't upset, she was worried. She watches the two glowing red dots, the only indication as to where Moon was in the room at the moment, study her from their distant position.

“Monty knocked my power supply loose when he threw me on that table.” He explains. She drops her head to her knees, the wave of relief that washed over her making her emotional all over again. This time, Moon didn't hesitate. His feet started to move before he even had a chance to process what he was doing. He sank to the floor, wrapping his long, slender arms around Piper. “I got you, Starlight. Let it out.” Piper didn't know how long she had been crying but she felt utterly wiped out by the end of it. The whole time Moon just held her, running a hand soothingly up and down her back. Moon gently takes her chin between his fingers, running his thumb over her damp cheek to wipe away any remaining tears.

“So I guess you probably figured out that he was the reason I was so off today.” She whispers, her forehead still resting against his chest. She didn't have it in her to meet his eyes with the state she was in right now. “I'm sorry.”

“What did you say to me this morning? Why are you apologizing for something you didn't do?” He cradles the back of her head gently for a moment, wanting her to know it was okay if she stayed like that, before retracting the appendage.

“Yeah, but you got hurt because of me.” She sniffles.

“Piper, I wouldn't change a single thing that happened to me today. Sure, Monty roughed me up a little, that oversized gecko only thinks with his biceps anyways.” The joke earned a weak chuckle from her. “There's never going to be a time where I'm not going to defend you with everything I have. I can be fixed. What matters to me is that you're okay, and that you know there's someone who's going to do their best to take care of you.” Moon nervously glances down at her, he sucks in a sharp breath when her pretty blue eyes meet his. “We care about you, Piper.” Her heart races in her chest at his words, she wouldn't be surprised if Moon could hear it beating.

The door is suddenly shoved open, Moon’s face spins around as Sundrop’s familiar golden points fold out. Piper’s eyes immediately land on the massive crater on his temple, Sun quickly lifts his hand in a failed attempt to hide it from her view. “Look at me, I'm okay.” Sun reassures her with a patient smile. Piper nods in response, trying her best to appear braver than she felt.

“Alright, let's get you all situated. You have a real mean left hook by the way.” Merry chuckles as she walks in the room, rifling through her tool box. She freezes when her eyes land on Piper’s puffy red eyes. “I'm going to kick the shit out of Monty for you personally.” She points at her, making Piper laugh.

“Is it okay if I stay while you work on him?” She asks softly. Merry notices Sun give her a small nod. Seeing the way Piper still clung to him, like he would disappear if she let him out of her sight.

“Sure thing, kid.”

Tag List: @yellowbunnydreams @twelvelevens @zalladane

[codyandersonsgf]

hii can i request some cody x reader where the reader is just super affectionate. i love fluff

NOTES : yeah, yeah. i know. 4 months since i last posted, 5 months since i posted a request. i really am sorry, i’ve just had no motivation to write. i promise i can make it up to you guys! anyway, should i write more characters? wondering about that. anyway, yes you can anon! sorry for leaving this req in the dust lmao! also, new year, new theme. also, the gender for the reader isn’t specified, so i made it gn :)

PAIRING : cody anderson x gn!reader

Cody and Y/N being a couple was … not really a surprise to anyone who was a fan of Total Drama or who was on Total Drama. Cody was obviously head-over-heels not only for Gwen, but secretly for Y/N (Not really secretly, Cody’s shit at hiding stuff). Y/N had made it clear to the world they had a massive crush on Cody, so the cast just realized they’d happen at some point.

But never in their life would they assume when they actually did, they’d be so disgusting. Disgusting as in; smooching, hugging, cuddling in public area’s.

Cody always said, “can’t blame me, I’m with a pretty person!” and Y/N would always say to their friends, “Valentine’s day is coming up. Maybe you should ask someone and get the feel of having a relationship for once.”

Just to clarify, Leshawna beat their ass after that.

Y/N’s arms hugged around Cody’s neck, as they hummed and rested their head on his collarbone. His arms were around their waist, his eyes just closed.

Cody’s love language had always clearly been physical affection, or maybe even words of affirmation. It made his heart happy — happy when it was theirs too. Cody personally thought he had never seen anyone as perfect as them, it shook him to his core (or so he says).

Hand holding, hugging in the middle of everything, even sneaking in a couple of kisses when they weren’t supposed too.

Yeah, Chris got a load of that for sure.

Y/N’s head lifted off of Cody, slipping their hand into his. “Maybe we should get back to the competition, okay?” Y/N spoke, laughing a bit after their sentence.

Cody wormed out a half-assed smile, nodding mindlessly. He had missed the warmth; but knowing it had to happen anyway. Chris wouldn’t take it.

“Okay.” Cody said, sighing out a bit.

Y/N dragged him away, their hands still interlocked.

[yumedoca]

Are your opinions on UY characters that dont get the spotlight often, like nurse sakura, cherry, kotasu cat, benten or oyuki, ifntheres one i missed pls tell me i love hearing your analysis

Hai there, hope you're doing great!!

Sorry this is a bit late, I had some events to attend the past few days..! And thanks!! It makes me happy to hear that you like my rambling :)

As for my thoughts on the other characters, I love most of them actually!! I love love love Sakura!!! I especially love how well her character is structured: through design, through her backstory, through daily life and relations and even how well her name suits her lmao. I really like how she has a background where she was really sick as a child (till we meet her), and how her being a miko, nurse and counsellor (she has three fucking jobs and I love it) has her help others since she knows how it's like to have problems (physically or psychologically). Sakura counselling might be my favorite bit though, just seeing how she helps guide mostly the students is really nice and I wish it was appreciated more. And don't get me started on how she is the perfect straight man to the craziness of the others. She was part of the craziness at first (from her intro to her earliest nurse days, Ataru straight manned instead), but it seemed like RT thought Sakura straight manning was much better while Ataru was cemented as the funny man in their dynamic and it suits them so well. The sane Sakura having to deal with everyone's BS (esp Ataru's) is my favourite thing lol. I also really like her relationship with Tsubame, him being the dumb to her smarts.(The remake plays down Tsubame's idiocy btw and it disappoints me so so much) They're that one couple we all ship without knowing it lmao. The chapters which focus on them are really nice, esp that one with the ghost girl who interfered with them and Sakura got super jealous lmao, it we interesting side to see from her and it was really fun :)

Oh shit, I rambled so much about Sakura, I forgor this ask wasn't just about her, I'm so sorry lmao, she is in my top three UY gals for a reason XD

I think up next in UY blorboism to me (who aren't main characters) would be Asuka. Idk, I just love her, she is so cute and so silly. I think what put her in the blorbo category specifically were these panels: one where Asuka made her own armor from a military tank or something idk and she looked so cute while wearing it!!!! And the second is from the arc where Asuka goes to school and she wears a pair of broken glasses in the final panel of the arc which looks super funny and silly XD

Asides from that, I love her voices, both of them!! They sound so soft and sweet!! And her shtick is very entertaining and chaotic, I love all her chapters!!

I think up next in terms underrated characters I love would be Benten and Oyuki. They both have personalities which bounce off well on other characters and especially each other. They're like my #1 Yuri ship in the series, but even in a platonic sense, they're dynamic is really good!! I need to draw them more, lol.

That's it for characters who I feel are widely underrated.. this post would be even longer if I talk about everyone in detail so I'll just speedrun my thoughts on the ones you mentioned plus a few others...

Ran and Ryu are two characters who I feel are really popular which is why I didn't mention them above. Ran's bipolar nature is so good and funny while her growing understanding and reconciling with Lum slowly is really sweet. Ryu is one of those characters who I wish was treated better because I feel like she deserves everything she wanted but her stupid father comes in the way. Ryunosuke's character is one of those things I wished was done better. Give her all the sailor suits, bras, swimsuits, skirts, etc. she wants!!

Cherry is really funny, like in a way he's basically Ryunosuke's dad but done so much better. The amount of moments where I've wheezed laughing cause of him is way too many too count. I like Kotatsu neko, he's cute and it's funny how he's one of the strongest characters!! Ryoko is another one I like because of how insane she is lmao and Inaba is so so sweet!! Meanwhile, Rei is hilarious and his cow form is so silly XD

I also really like Rupa and Carla too, Idk, the way they're supposed to mirror AtaLum and their crazy dynamic captivates me.

And I guess I'll stop here! There are others, but this is already super long so I'll end it here!!

[saturngalore]

So I did see a very big blogger say that they’re too triggered and exhausted by police brutality and watching our peers die, that they choose to not care and don’t have to. I was blown away by that. Yes, god, I am so tired of the problems we face in our country from being black but to show no empathy for others really saddens me. I truly thought some of my peers here were better than that. Seeing your post though restored my faith and I thank you for saying what I couldn’t put into words. A simple reblog for thousands of eyes to see is so important I don’t see how they don’t get it.

hi anon! sorry it took me awhile to respond bc i really wanted take extra time and thought for this. im glad that my post showed you that everyone not think and feel the same about sharing/supporting for palestine even though we may have the same racial/ethnic background. it’s honestly really disheartening but still frustrating to see other black simmers or just really some black people irl to kinda have that same reaction to what’s going on. i completely understand the suffocating trauma and feeling of hopelessness that comes with being black especially in america. not everyone who is black has the same trauma and i cannot speak for everyone especially those who may had a family member, friend or someone they knew affected by police brutality and/or lynching. the response to police brutality was to protect our peace, to take a break, and to prevent us from breaking down to point of not being able to fight against systemic oppression either alive or not. and that was understandable because stress and constantly being in fear about dying a senseless and brutal death for only being black heavily impacts our health both mentally and physically. im not trying to invalid that pain or experiences at all. and i never will.

but it just doesn’t feel right to me personally to turn away and stay silent about a literal genocide occurring right before us that is endorsed by our current president and is funded by american taxpayer dollars. even though im african american and a list of other marginalized identities, i still have the vital and basic privilege of being able to live with a roof over my head, a warm bed and shower, access to food and water when i need it, access to electricity to listen to music and be on my computer/phone, and so much more than many palestinians don’t have the opportunity to have right now. my mental health is not the best some days but waking up to see what’s going on in palestine every day for the past couple days have yet to drain me (this is probably another privilege) because it’s also the small and big moments of seeing palestine children smiling, journalists i have seen ever since this started still alive and reporting, people protesting all over the world via blockades and physical/financial boycotts. my experience during peak blm may have drained me emotional but the experience also radicalized me and made my activism or just simply my outlook on life more focused on love, community, nourishment, and a hopeful life without colonialism and imperialism. if i was more passive in engaging with geopolitical issues and just shut out the world around then i would be missing out on a lot of good things in this life.

i feel like there could be better ways to say this and maybe im just rambling on but there must be a balance between sustaining yourself as a person amid constant turmoil, violence, pain and death versus becoming complicit and silent just like those who oppress want us to be. every single one of us will not win or be free if silence is the only thing people can do to “protect our peace”. at the end of day, we owe it to the palestinians (as well as the congolese, haitians, sudanese, and many others who only ask that we speak up and care more).

[kiss2012]

final 911 thoughts…

k tommy’s entrance in 7x03 kinda slayed ngl. the fake static LMAO

“i’d follow your hunches any day” “it’s cap and athena let them fire us” CATCH ME CRYING IN THE CLUB

eddie’s incredulous happy little laugh when they saw the flare <3

this show is at its best when 1) it’s about the inherent goodness of humanity and how everyone deserves to be saved, 2) when the members of the 118 are in Situations, 3) when they r all a happy family, and 4) when they are flagrantly disobeying orders to save the people they love

TJE BACHELOR HAHAHDHHSHSHHSHAHAHAH

u don’t understand how funny this is to me (person who watched the most recent bachelorette live)

making buck bi in the bachelor episode literally the greatest thing they have ever done.

I LOVE MADDIE CHIMNEY AND JOSH TRYING TO FIND OUT WHO THE BACHELOR IS DHDJKDD

scream at joey’s face when the contestants proposition buck and eddie

once again buck continues his trend of either flirting on purpose or flirting without realizing he’s flirting.

HOW DID ANYONE GET THROUGH THIS EPISODE WHAT THE FUCK ARE BUCK EDDIE AND TOMMY ALL DOING

buck saying he’s “keeping his options fluid” LOL.

look im glad to see harry even if the actor’s different i missed him but WHERE IS MAY

ravi i love you so deeply

oh my god ravi looks so beautiful

“you and tommy have a lot in common: both in the army both like watching half-naked men pummel each other” WHAT???? WHAT THE FUCK AM I WATCHING

so i understand exactly what’s going on with buck right now he is certifiably insane but he’s obviously jealous over eddie and jealous over tommy and worried about being replaced especially with chris and insecure and confused about what he’s feeling etc. but eddie 😭😭😭 what’s going on babe

I LOVE MADDIE

ok seriously did we need a rehash of the WORST athena plotline to date???

BUCK IS SO EMBARRASSING.

oh my god i physically can’t watch this

ummmmm yikes

i’ve seen a lot of people both blindly defending buck for this and a lot of people hating on it and i don’t really think it’s that simple. like i think it was wrong wish we could see him apologize but it is some delicious drama. like suck ur teeth in hand over mouth kinda drama.

chimney pretty much summed it up and maddie was so right…love u madney

maddie’s hilarious for being like yeah buck i understand where ur coming from i also made desperate bids for my friend’s attention. when i was a 14 year old girl.

“so stop acting like one” YEAH LMAO

END OF 7x04. WOWWW THAT WAS A LOT

you’d think seeing half of this in gifsets would’ve desensitized me to it. but it hasn’t.

this would have been the perfect opportunity to have tommy talk about how he regrets his behaviour during the begins episodes and talk more about his friendships with hen and chimney??

tommy. BUCK!!!!!!!

scream.

um im sorry i cant blame tommy for leaving buck at the curb after that hot chicks comment. and then the “bro”??? im in agony.

i thought u guys were joking this is marisol’s like fourth appearance on screen and we’ve barely heard her speak let alone seen her interact with eddie but he “really likes her” and they’re moving in together? um excuse me??? WHY ARE THEY LYING TO ME I DONT KNOW THIS WOMAN NO ONE KNOWS THIS WOMAN NOT EVEN EDDIE KNOWS THIS WOMAN

ohhhh my god that post about how unlike tommy eddie’s always treated buck like an equal partner no matter what from the very beginning. yeah…

denny is so sweet.

MADDIE AND BUCK COMING OUT SCENE MY BELOVED

disaster bi buck fr (affectionate)

the “christopher is out of town for a couple days” is still killing me. where is he.

eddie is such a dreamboat truly who wouldn’t be in love with him

so many shannon mentions this season thank you…i miss you shannon

if you need me i’ll be thinking about eddie’s thumb on That Spot.

this end scene is the best buck has looked all episode the choice to have him literally bathed in sunlight is so real and true

7x06 time oh my god im so scared

maddie and hen look unbelievably stunning. jesus christ.

eddie looks beautiful in his beautiful pre-destroyed pink suit. buck…your suit was a Choice. i will free you from whoever is doing your hair like that pls buck just let me in i can fix it pls

eddie wasn’t overtly bitchy about tommy being there until he saw tommy hug buck. he’s so funny.

HENREN AND RAVIIIIII 🥰🥰🥰🥰 and all three of their outfits r a slay

can’t explain to you how much i love clipboard buck if clipboard buck has no lovers i am not on this earth etc. and a karaoke bachelor party really is such a thoughtful idea even if it’s not what chimney wanted

but once again buck is so embarrassing i can’t do this

thanks we had a…time. HFJFJDKD

MONTAGE <33333 buck and eddie’s bestieism is off the charts im gonna cry…

“i am 911” maddie buckley the woman that you are…

i unapologetically looked at a million spoilers for this episode but i still don’t know What happened to chimney and im scared

kevin and the lees 😭😭😭😭

CHIMNEY GOING BACK TO THE KARAOKE BAR HE AND KEVIN WORKED AT. OH IM SICK

“telling buck no is like telling a dog not to jump your leg” is definitely. a line. that. they chose. for this episode.

I LOVE YOU CHIMNEYYY

home and he went to the lees. god….

IM GONNA BE SAD ABOUT KEVIN FOREVER

moment 1363673 of buck giving me the worst and somehow most affectionate secondhand embarrassment i’ve ever felt in my life

perfect episode no notes. actually one note WHERE WAS ALBERT. but other than that im in shambles time to listen to islands in the stream on repeat

[beck-a-leck]

(Tumblr is being poopy and won't let me answer an ask so screencapping the ask and making a different post)

Here you go, Nonny! I hope you enjoy! Some Alice and Martin getting some sage advice from the Most Married Couple in town.

💜💜💜💜💜

Alice woke in a foul mood. No surprise, given the state she’d gone to bed in, but part of her had hoped that a night’s sleep, even if it was poor and broken, would have helped her mood a little bit. It hadn’t. if anything, it made her feel worse. She cried in the shower, angrily going over harsh words spoken the night before, thinking of better retorts and planning further arguments. She made too much food for breakfast, too used to cooking for two, and dumped the extra food in the trash. Eggs wouldn’t keep well in the fridge, and nobody would eat the leftovers anyway. She clomped down the steps to the office of the outpost and must have looked as prickly on the outside as she felt because neither Scarlett or Livia commented on the explosive argument they must have overheard the night before. With her patrol schedule assigned, Alice walked out of the outpost in something of a haze. She pointedly did not look up the road to see whether Martin was coming out of his house to go to the smithy for a day of work. As much as she missed her husband, his face was the last Alice wanted to see at that moment. She was still mad at him.

A full day of work later, her anger had finally burnt out. After patrols around town, and escorting travelers through dangerous territory, and clearing out an unexpected nest of violent monsters, she was exhausted. Emotionally and physically drained. But Alice didn’t want to go home. She didn’t want to spend another night alone. She was also too stubborn to go seeking out Martin to apologize. Alice knew she owed her husband an apology, but she knew he also owed her one. Alice put her head in her hands. She had a headache. She couldn’t even remember how the argument started, but it had been one of those times when enough little things piled up until the last straw broke the damn and everything came out. Nobody was right. Nobody was wrong. There was no winning an argument like they’d had. If Martin hadn’t finally stormed out they might have gone on yelling at each other for the whole night. People who loved each other weren’t supposed to fight like that, right? What did that mean for their marriage? “Alice? My dear, are you all right?”

Alice hurriedly sniffed and scrubbed at her eyes. She hadn’t heard Yuki walk up the path. “I-I’m fine, Yuki. Sorry, did you need something?”

“Well, yes, I came to check in on you. You haven’t been yourself today. People are worried.”

Alice felt even worse. She hadn’t realized her sour mood was bad enough to worry people around town. Yuki settled in on the bench beside her.

Not wasting time on small talk, Yuki cut right to the chase. “Scarlett mentioned you and Martin were fighting.”

“We had a bad argument last night.”

“Bad enough that someone slept on the couch?”

“Bad enough that Martin went back to his old house last night.” Alice sighed, and then a sob bubbled up from her chest, and then she was crying to confessing everything to Yuki.

The old woman patted her back soothingly and offered a handkerchief when Alice needed to wipe her eyes.

“I’m so scared, Yuki, what if this is the end of our marriage? What if we made a mistake marrying each other.”

“Do you feel that way?”

“No, but what if Martin does?”

“Has he said he feels that way?”

“No.”

Yuki patted Alice bracingly on the back. “Couples argue, Alice, a fight, even a bad one, isn’t the sign of a bad relationship. When you love someone so much, you know just the right things to say to hurt them the most, and they can do the same. You should have been there for some of the fights Randolph and I had when we were younger. There were times I was in the same place as you… times when I thought maybe this was it.”

Alice sniffed. “What do you do?”

“We took the time we needed to cool off. Then we talked about it. Didn’t always end in a hug and a kiss, sometimes we made compromises that ensured neither of us were entirely happy, but we always moved forward knowing that our love and our marriage was worth the work we were going to put into it so we could be together for the rest of our lives.”

“And what do you think I should do?”

Yuki thought for a moment. “I think you should take the time to look at things from Martin’s perspective before you talk to him. He’s not a cruel man, he doesn’t say unkind things for pleasure. If he said those things to you, he must have some reasoning behind them. You know him better than anyone. Take a minute to get into his mind, and then once you’ve done that, talk to him.”

“Thank you, Yuki, that’s good advice.”

“Hard earned from many years of experience.” She chuckled and got ho her feet stiffly. “I’ll leave you to it, dear. Oh, and Alice, a little apology present never goes amiss at a time like this.”

Alice thought for a moment longer before getting to her feet with renewed determination. She was exhausted and it was beginning to get late, but there was enough time and energy left for her to run one quick errand.

She finally returned home late in need of a shower and some dinner, but with a pocket full of quality ores. She’d done what Yuki suggested, and had put herself in Martin’s shoes as she hammered away looking for ore. It reminded her of one of their first dates, and that help her stay in a generous mood as she worked. She had turned over their argument and looked at it from every perspective, and she believed that now she was ready to talk it through. Now she just needed Martin to be ready to talk too.

 As she climbed the steps to the second floor, she found herself wishing she’d kept the breakfast leftovers because she didn’t have it in her to cook anything else today, nor did she have any desire to go to the restaurant. The scent of cooking food greeted her, grilled fish and seasoned vegetables frying, and something sweet in the oven. Martin was in the kitchen.

Their eyes met and they both looked away embarrassed.

“Hi,” he said.

“Hi,” Alice responded.

It was like they were strangers again.

“There’s still about thirty minutes left on dinner… if you want to get cleaned up first.”

“Okay.”

Alice showered and changed into her pajamas and came out just as Martin was setting dinner on the table. He’d set two places. They ate in uncomfortable silence. Martin cleared the dishes.

“So… we should talk.” Alice broached cautiously. If he wasn’t ready for this, they would just end up yelling at each other again.

“Yeah.” Martin dried his hands on a dish towel and leaned against the kitchen counter, crossing his arms tightly.

“Can I go first?”

Martin nodded, and Alice aired her grievances. She went over everything she’d thought to herself all day while she was working, and what she’d thought about after her talk wit Yuki. She finally ended with tears brimming in her eyes, “I don’t understand why all of a sudden you think I’m some precious porcelain doll that needs protecting Martin. I’m more than capable of taking care of myself now, and that won’t change in the future. You know that. You know what I’m capable of.”

“I know,” Martin sighed. “I’ve been unfair to you, I know I have. Alice, you are so precious to me.” And then he took his turn explaining his side of things. Giving Alice a look from a perspective that she hadn’t seen in her earlier musings. It showed her how much more she had to learn about Martin in their many future years together. “…You… you make me feel safe, did you know that? You give me this sense of security that I haven’t felt in a very long time. And I hate that because of the way it makes me think of you. I stop seeing you as a person, as my partner, as the love of my life, and I just see you as… as a security blanket. It’s not fair for me to put all of that on you, because you are your own person. And I hate that I need you so badly to feel safe. Because what if I lose you someday?! I… Alice I can’t lose anyone else close to me. People can just disappear forever, and I am powerless to stop it! But damnit, I try anyways, don’t I? And where does it leave us?”

“Martin…” Alice crossed the kitchen and wrapped her arms around her husband. He held her tightly, burying his face in her neck.

She hadn’t thought about this. Hadn’t thought about how the loss of his parents as a child would affect him now. Sometimes, because Alice could not remember her childhood, she forgot everyone else could remember theirs. They had histories that were more than a few years deep. They had depths to them that would take time to uncover because that’s how lifetimes were supposed to work.

Alice couldn’t, and wouldn’t, stop her work as a SEED Ranger and Earthmate. There were some dangerous tasks that only she could do. But to ease her husband’s fears, she could take efforts to be more careful. They could work together to craft the best armor for her.

They could move forward together.

It wouldn’t be easy or neat, but it would be worth the effort.

Alice pressed her forehead against Martin’s. “I love you so much, you know that. Marrying you has been the best thing that ever happened to me.”

“I know. I love you too. And I’m sorry. I hate fighting with you.”

“I do to… let’s just promise that when we argue we’ll both take five minute to calm down before things go too far. Okay?”

“Okay.”

“I missed you.”

“I missed you too.” They kissed and held each other close.

[cappuccinco]

Cw: eating disorder (kinda?)

(Sorry if this post makes no sense my english sucks lol)

So i've had bad eating habbits on and off for most of my life (idk if i'd call it an ed but like i'd obssess over calories, starve myself, try to throw up, etc.) But i haven't done that in quite a while now (except for a few minor slip ups). And for the most part i haven't been thinking about it all the time like i used to. And I really thought i was done with all that.

But recently i changed adhd meds and one of the side effects of the new meds is that it makes me less hungry and have less of an appetite. And now i can't stop thinking about it. There was a day a couple weeks ago when i genuinely forgot to eat for the whole day and the moment i realised that it felt so... familiar. And strangely comforting. Like an old friend. I didn't realise i'd missed that feeling so much. And all of a sudden i'm spiralling back again. I've barely been eating except for when my mom makes lunch (which hasn't been happening a lot recently cause she's busy (and my dad doesn't cook because patriarchy lol)). I didn't eat much yesterday (and i think maybe a few days before that? I'm not sure) and i haven't eaten today (it's afternoon as i'm writing this). And i feel so light and my stomach feels empty and my body feels weak, which isn't supposed to be a good thing but it feels like it. When i came back home today i just had to stop at the store and buy a bunch of 0cal energy drinks because for some reason it feels really good drinking them on an empty stomache, and they also make it easier for me not to eat. I tell myself that i'm not doing it on purpose, that i genuinely just forget to eat. But come on, we know that's not true. It's on my mind all the time, i'm very aware that i'm not eating enough. It's not like i have a problem eating, i just feel less hungry. And i could force myself to eat a normal amount if i really wanted to.

I don't look at my body very often and i still don't (honetly i'm terrified to) but recently i've been constantly staring at my wrists, seeing how much smaller they got, how my bones stick out more.

And i don't even think it's really about losing weight this time, i've (for the most part) pretty much accepted my chubbier body. it's the sense of familiarity. I was addicted to that empy feeling for such a large amount of my life and it's just so comforting to feel that way again. It feels like coming back home. And seeing my body change, even though i didn't really mind the way it looked before, feels like an accomplishment, seeing the physical effect of what i'm doing.

I don't have a conclusion for this or anything, i just wanted to get the words out and share these thoughts with someone. And i can't talk about it to anyone irl without them worrying and trying to stop me so yeah;-;

I could say a lot more but honestly i'm tired of writing and i wanna go play the sims lol. (unrelated but the meds also kinda made me obssess over the sims?? Like I've been hyperfocusing on it almost every day since i started taking them. Anyway i'm not complaining, at least i get some dopamine for once lol. And it's not like i have anything better to do;-; )

[1d1195]

Burn out is wild because I have not been able to fully get out of it for years lol like i am just TIRED in all aspects! I think spring break is in two weeks i think but it's literally like three days mainly due to finals week lol i don't think I have anything too exciting for break other than seeing some friends? BUT yes i LOVE doing nothin on breaks/vacations! I truly enjoy my alone time and turning my brain off!!! Like the most I do is see my friends who come back home or just some that I haven't seen lol and when i was younger I we use to go on little local vacations like an amusement park or just go to another town because we were/are poor lol which is fine because i have no complaints! And You have no idea how much I've miss talking to you Sam😭 You even just remotely thinking about me, means so much😭 I saw a video where someone was trying to reinvent the "mash/bake potato" and my first thought was " I wonder how Sam might feel about this?" HAHA

The Time universe is a heavy/dark concept but that does not take away from how heartbreaking and heartwarming it is! You've always mention how writing and your stories mean a lot to you because of how person they can be and i think that you being able to create such wonderful stories is just amazing. It helps you and it helps others feel SEEN! I know I have felt so truly SEEN, which is rare for me, they way I can easily relate to your stories is wild bc not even in "traditional" media do i feel truly seen! and I know you answered an anon(i literally catch up on your blog first when i come on here lol) about how youre not really feeling to good about your stories :( I just want you to know that your feelings are so valid bc it's hard work and sense it is so personal at times, it's hard not to feel bad about it. You're also okay to feel jealous at your worst and that doesn't make you a bad person at all! but trust me you still have so many people who ADORE you and your stories! and not having too much smut isn't a bad thing! I know it' more popular but that doesn't mean it makes the story better! personally I have always been more of a plot person!

Also I don't want to overstep or anything but have you thought about asking advice from any of your writer mutuals/friends on here? Maybe they can give you input on which tags to use or maybe adding pics/themes to your posts? But I will never ask or suggest to change who YOU are as a person or writer bc in the end this is your blog and in the end you should feel good/proud of it and have the final say in everything! plus never feel bad for not posting constantly or taking breaks because your a real person Sam and you are allowed to take time for yourself. Youre allowed to take a step back because life so overwhelming at times! You can't do it all and that's okay because no one is really made to do it all if that makes sense? you need to give yourself the love you pour into others because nourishing yourself been if it's a little bit, it helps a lot in the long run❤️

Youre so loved Sam! I am so sorry you have been feeling this way :( If i could take it all away i would not question to do so! I hope that you get your deserved break and relaxation time soon! I love you so much, never doubt it!!!💜

(ps. saw someone mention Liar by Paramore as inspo for the physics couple?? HELLO?! this is wild bc as a stan this is so for me lol)

Wait omg I just realized how I forgot to mention in my long ass message that I read the zipper extra and it was so adorable!!! I loved it soooo much! They are just so cute together and ahhh I can’t believe they got married at the office 😭 it’s so cute bc it’s so them! And their vows omg 😭 loved it so much! You did great as always Sam!-💜

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I love you so so much! I was actually reading your first message and I was like "That's funny, she skipped Zipper!" But I'm so glad you liked it. I was totally struggling for an idea with them so I was hoping an office wedding would be cute. It seems like it worked for those that read it :)

That'll be so nice to see some friends and relax. Even if it's just a couple days. What's your semester like because it sounds like you finish way earlier than out East here if you're already almost at finals week? As a teacher, I'm always fascinated by school systems and particularly academic calendars HAHAHAHAHA 🤓 I'M SCREAMING ABOUT REINVENTING MASHED/BAKED POTATOES. What an honor to be thought of in such a remarkable video.

Don't you worry about chatting with other writers on here. I am in miss freedomfireflies DM's AT LEAST twice a month and making her listen to me whine and complain about my lack of interaction. She is extremely kind to put up with me 😭

I am definitely feeling less bad about not posting as frequently. I have something queued up for Thursday but I'm thinking about moving it to Monday or maybe even NEXT Thursday. I don't think Monday's are a big day for reading. At least not during a school year and I think many of my readers are in college/university/etc. Or just working, idk. ANYWAYS, it's just me having a little pity party hehehehehe I am constantly overwhelmed. Idk if I've ever been regularly whelmed and i've definitely never been underwhelmed lol. I feel like it's just part of my personality. Like I have brown hair and brown eyes and I'm always overwhelmed HAHAHA

TBH I THOUGHT YOU WERE THE PARAMORE INSPO WHEN I READ IT THE FIRST TIME HAHAHAHAHAHAHA but regardless, I am glad someone had an idea for that one too because I was certainly at a loss.

So good to have you back, bestie 💕 thanks for being so nice and sweet to me!

xoxo

[storiesofsvu]

Her Everything Ch 10

Warnings: Language, talk of the SVU job.

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“Are you even paying attention to the movie?” Rafael’s voice broke through you distracted train of thought, his hand playing with your hair stilling. You were lying on the couch, head in his lap, it rolled up to face him,

“Sorry, Sonny just keeps harassing me.”

“Do you need to go?”

“No.” You gently grasped the hand that had been buried in your hair, kissing it softly, “He’s been on my case all year wanting to do engagement photos. I have a feeling if we don’t let him do them soon he’ll come barging in here.” Rafael couldn’t help the scoff and eye roll, causing you to laugh, “It’s been a year Raf! He knows our four years is coming up, he means well.”

“Yeah well he’s a little to eager..in all aspects.”

“You need to cut him a little slack.” You rolled back to face the t.v, “Besides, your Mom has added me to about a million Pinterest boards. If we don’t set a date soon I think she might kill us both.” Your fiancée chuckled above you, hand stroking the hair behind your ear gently so he could see at least part of your face.

“Okay..so..May?” You rolled your head back up to face him, a nearly horrified look on your face,

“Next month!? I’m no bridezilla but a wedding takes longer than a month to plan. Unless you want to elope, in which case your mother will murder us.” Rafael laughed, leaning down to kiss your forehead softly.

“Next May. We had our first date in May, we got engaged in May, it fits the timeline.” You hummed at the way he stroked at your cheek, “You’re still okay with a long engagement, right? Or did you want to set an earlier date?” His concern was present in his eyes when you met his gaze, a soft smile on your face, you pushed yourself up to sitting.

“May sounds perfect.” Your hand cupped his cheek, the kiss meeting his lips full of love and adoration, “I would wait forever as long as I got to marry you Mi Amour. I love you always.”

“I love you forever.” He murmured against your lips, reeling at the feeling of your smile against him. Rafael could still barely believe you’d fallen in love with him, you meant everything to him, and he could only hope that he meant as much to you as you did to him. Though, he knew exactly what the little gleam in your eye meant when he caught it across the courtroom or bull pen, the little quips that the squad missed completely, and the very personal purple post its that accompanied the case files. You dropped down into his lap again, a quick couple of clicks on your phone before your arm extended it up to Rafael,

“Pin the stuff you don’t hate.”

“Pin?” You laughed heartily.

“Okay…screenshot it…you know how to do that, right?” You cast him a wicked grin that he rolled his eyes at as he took your phone into his hands.

Despite the movie playing in front of you, the two of you ended up spending the next couple of hours laughing over ridiculous wedding venues, tropes and the like. Rafael could barely believe his own mother had sent you half of what she did, though he did comment on a few things, specifically how stunning you would look in a few of the dresses. The compliment made you flush, the dress board being one of your own, you took special note of his choices, hoping for the best reaction you could get on your special day.

Naturally, Lucia hadn’t pinned any places for the ceremony, hoping that the two of you would be married in a church. Despite yourself not being raised by any religion, you were quick to agree, knowing it was important to Rafael and Lucia, almost more importantly, that it would be important to Catalina. She may have physically been gone from your lives, but she was present as ever every day among the three of you.

Very reluctantly of Rafael, you let Carisi do a handful of engagement photos throughout Central Park. It wasn’t exactly your style, and you knew Rafael wasn’t having the best of times, but the few candid photos you got out of it truly showed your love towards each other. Those little moments when one thought the other wasn’t paying attention made everything worth it, the complete adoration in their eyes as they looked at the other one. You were surprised when Sonny asked for nothing in return, insistent that you at least buy him dinner. A few of the photos found their way around your apartment, your heart always swelling a little bit when you saw the gleam in Raf’s eye as he glanced at them.

You enjoyed the relatively slow time at SVU as much as you both could it was astonishing the amount of cases that came through that were open and shut, simple ones with not too much investigation involved.

Naturally, that could only last so long before things started to get hectic again. SVU caught a case that originally was thought to be part of a pattern rapist/murderer. It was only after questioning the vic’s sister, and boyfriend (whom she’d broken up with that evening) who was also her manager that things started to not make sense. A copy cat started to make much more sense, but there hadn’t been that much evidence reported to the media. Then Fin’s rope guy suddenly took back his statement, showing up at the riverside with a gun, then an article about Liv and Amanda being single mothers…and where exactly their kids came from while they worked sex crimes.

Then, you got a call, the voice was distorted, but you could still make out exactly what they were saying. Even if you didn’t, you got an untraceable email with all the information and bank statements that you knew to be true containing all the information you needed. You discreetly printed them off before asking Olivia if you could take an hour for lunch, buried in her own work, she barely acknowledged you before agreeing, and you quickly sped down to Hogan Place.

“Carino, I didn’t expect to see you today.” Rafael glanced up from his paperwork suddenly taken aback by the expression on your face. You dropped the pile of papers onto his desk,

“Who the fuck is Ashtonja Abreu?” His heart jumped into his chest, words jumbling out of his mouth as he tried to ramble his thoughts into a coherent sentence, watching the tears do their best to stay in your eyes. “I love you Rafael, I really, really do, and that part of me wants to believe what I pray is the truth, what my gut tells me is the truth, because you’re my fiancée, and I know you’d never lie to me. But today I got a phone call saying that you were paying a sixteen year old for sex, and the bank records prove you’ve been sending money to her. Raf..please..tell me there’s something else going on. Because the part of me that’s worked sex crimes for nine years can only think of the wives who find out the man they married twenty years ago isn’t who they thought.” You were barely holding back tears by now, deep in your heart you knew Rafael couldn’t be guilty of this but there was something going on, and you couldn’t bare to wait any longer, “Please…please don’t be like that…”

“Oh Carino…” Rafael swiftly moved from behind his desk, tucking you in his arms for a moment, calming you before sitting you on the couch beside him. “There is nothing going on. I should have told you…” His eyes didn’t meet yours and you swatted at the side of his thigh. He took a shaky breath “Ashtonja’s mother was the sole witness in a case I worked years ago, she was so freaked after the trial….she asked for a loan to help her through…”

“A drug loan…” You let out the hefty sigh you barely knew you were holding.

“I…gave it to her..and she overdosed that night. Ashtonja’s her daughter…the guilt…it ate me up inside everyday, how on earth could I let a girl grow up without her mother? She lives with her grandmother now…they can barely make ends meet without it.”

“Oh Raf…” You sighed, pressing your lips to the side of his head, “I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have come in here all accusatory.” His arm wrapped around your shoulders, giving you a soft squeeze.

“It’s okay. Like you said, in your line of work you see people who have loved each other for years and not know the real them.”

“But I should still trust you first.” Rafael held a finger to your lips,

“You trust your gut. When has it ever lead you wrong before?” You couldn’t help but give a small smile to his grin.

“I love you always.” You murmured, kissing him softly.

“I love you too.” He pecked your lips quickly, “But I’m calling Liv, I want you off the case.” He nearly jumped from the couch, phone already dialing in his hand.

“Excuse me?!” He shot you a glare,

“Your mother was brutally murdered by Nelson. His cell mate got out two months ago, god knows who else he came across in his time in Sing Sing. If this bastard has access to my banking information, to adoption records, he’ll find your legal name in no time and the last thing I want is for you to get hurt, or worse…”

Rafael couldn’t help the softened look in his eyes as he took you in, the annoyed but submissive look on yours as his free arm wrapped around you, pulling you to him. You could hear your Captain’s voice on the other end of the line, accepting, though frustratingly, that both of you were recused from the case. You knew she was running pretty slim after he’d come after so many of the squad already, but you knew there was no going back out there with Rafael’s protective arm wrapped around you.

At the very least, a few days off meant that the two of you actually got to start settling down some wedding details. Not that either of you were particularly invested in it, you knew it would be a small ceremony and celebration, but you met with Lucia and a handful of priests/churches until one was deemed acceptable. You slowly started to talk about your wedding parties, who would be where, and eventually settled on a reception location, finally booking it six months later, a lovely outdoor private garden. It seemed that every day you came home from wedding planning the two of you would fall into each other’s arms laughing, thankful for the relief of each other, you truly only wanted each other, nothing else mattered. Every night you went to bed you’d snuggle against each other, you’d tell Rafael “I love you always” and he’d reply with the “I’ll love you forever.” Before the two of you would drift off into a blissful sleep.

[milliedazzledust]

In Loving Memory (Bucky Barnes imagine)

Request: @missroro the reader is steve twin and she married to bucky after the blip, she had enough of the 'new captain america' thing shes really mad, so when walker and his friend start talking about joining forces she snap like she pull out a gun and pointing right at them, also sam ofc dont forget about sam. Sam trying to stop her while bucky "nah let her do her fun"

Words: 2021

Warning: !!TFATWS SPOILER!! without context - violence

A/N: wrote this today, it basically follows the events of ep3 of fatws but without context. I have a couple of exams this week so I won't be able to post until next saturday. Until then, enjoy

"You shouldn’t have gave him the shield"

Sam frowned, turning back to look at Bucky.

"I didn’t gave him the shield" He defended himself, making a point.

"Well, Steve definitely didn’t" Y/N ironically answered back.

He gave her a pointed stare. They had had this conversation countless times and Y/N never missed a chance to remind him of what she thought was a huge mistake.

"You are the reason this is happening, Sam. You chose to take on my brother’s legacy and threw it out the window"

The man didn’t reply and pursed his lips. He knew she didn’t mean any of her harsh words, she was angry and still mourning. If taking it out on him could make her feel better, he would let her.

"Y/N, stop" Bucky took a step toward his wife, clasping her hand in his metal one. He had hoped the physical contact would be enough to calm her down.

"He abandoned me, Sam" She continued, her voice filled with emotions. "He was gone and all I had left was memories. I chose this life for him, I fought with him, I believed in everything he represented. I looked up to him, to Captain America. And today, even those memories are gone, taken by the same government you and I were up against, mocked by clowns pretending to be heroes, all because you gave up"

The Falcon closed his eyes and dropped his head. She couldn’t see his point of view, or share his opinions when her judgment was clouded by so much pain. He wished she could understand the dilemma, the duality that represented the shield for him.

"Y/N, please, that’s enough" Bucky whispered next to her ear.

She turned her head toward him and as usual, his heart broke when he saw the torment in her eyes. She didn’t need to speak, she was an open book to him. They both had lost so much and yet were all each other had left. They were collateral damage, their own team against a world that wasn’t theirs anymore. She silently nodded, assuring him she was fine. Sam watched Bucky kissing her forehead and he furrowed his brow. He would never admit it but he was glad they had each other, because no one could carry that much pain alone without crumbling apart.

Before any of them could add anything, soldiers in blue and red erupted in the room, bursting through the door of the apartment where they were hiding in Latvia. Bucky instinctively grabbed Y/N and forced her body to move behind his. The two man stood in front of them, tall and proud, a smug smile on their lips.

"Alright, that’s it, your time is up" The man calling himself Captain America announced, the shield in one hand, the other pointing at the three avengers. "Tell me where Zemo is"

"We know you’re hiding him" His sidekick added.

"I’m ordering you to turn him over"

Sam eyed them up and down.

"Let’s be clear, the only thing you’re running here is your mouth" The Falcon firmly replied, crossing his arms.

"I gave you a chance to work with us" He mentioned.

" ‘For us’ is the correct way to put it, tough guy. And we said no." Y/N reminded him, her face showing how much she was annoyed.

"You’re obviously in over your head so I suggest you turn back and go" Sam argued.

"You really want this conversation to go there ?" The hero threatened.

Bucky straightened up when he felt Y/N tensing. He knew she was already on the verge of snapping. One wrong word from the man she hated and this could go down to hell.

"Should I put down the shield ?" He continued to challenge Sam. "Make it fair?"

The woman groaned and when John Walker dropped his weapon, without a second thought, she grabbed the nearest knife and threw it right at his face. The man had barely enough time to move back and his eyes rose in surprise when the blade stuck itself into the wall with force.

"Sorry, it slipped" She ironically explained, shrugging.

"You don’t want to play this game with me" He tried to intimidate her, tilting his head to the side.

She smiled, pleased he was giving her the opportunity to smack his face. Bucky clenched his fists when he saw her walking in front of Walker. Without tearing her eyes away from his, she seized her knife and pulled it out of the wall with a sharp movement.

"I think someone should teach you a lesson, Walker" She told him in a low tone.

"Are you offering ?" He challenged her.

"Don’t tempt me"

"You’re lucky you’re his sister" He grinned. "But don’t push it. This Captain America is not as lenient as the previous was"

Bucky swore under his breath. It was too late now. And just as Sam looked at him with concern, Y/N threw her fist in a curved punch at the soldier. He used his forearm to counter the blow, but she was faster and had far more experience. Using the momentum, her foot rose up and kicked him in the face. The man was thrown back, shaking his head in confusion.

"We should do something" Sam advised the former assassin.

"No. Let her have her fun" He crossed his arms, harboring a small smirk.

The soldier tried to hit her back, but even when he took the shield she blocked his attack. His sidekick soon joined the fight and distracted her for a second, just enough time for Walker to punch her. Immediately, she felt the taste of blood in her mouth, but no pain. She was passed that, far too pissed to feel anything.

Another blow on her chest send her to the ground and Hoskins hold her down while his friend was about to hit her with her brother’s shield. He raised it in the air, with every intention of beating her, but a strong metal hand stopped him in his movement. A very infuriated Bucky stood before him, his blue eyes darkening with anger. He firmly took the weapon, knocked Hoskins out with it and threw it across the room.

"If you wanted to make it fair, you shouldn’t have chosen to hit my wife" His tone was terrifying.

Walker didn’t seem as confident anymore. Bucky looked imposing, brute force ready to strike. His metal arm clenched in a fist and, without warning, it collided with the soldier’s jaw, sending him a few feet away. He strode to the man on the ground and grabbed him by the collar of his uniform

"This is all easy for you, isn’t it ?" Walker spoke with venom, staring at Bucky. "All that serum running through your veins"

With a swift movement, Y/N took the shield and launched it with power right on the soldier’s chest. The blow was so violent his body crashed into a door before landing on the floor. She was furious by his statement and he could see it with every step she made toward him. She grabbed the gun attached to her thigh and pointed it at his face.

"Lesson number one: learn when to shut up. Especially when you don't know what you're talking about" She was fuming but had not intention on killing the man, despite the sheer desire to do so.

She didn’t realize Sam was next to her until she saw his hand lowering her gun.

"This isn’t what Steve would want." He calmly expressed. "Remember, there’s always another way"

Her lips quivered and she closed her eyes, remembering how many times her brother had told her that. She let him take the weapon and looked up at him. The conviction and kindness in his stare were enough. He didn’t have to say anything. Every words she needed to hear, he spoke them in silence.

She turned back to Bucky and he cupped her face, inspecting the bruise on her skin. He seemed ready to go back and beat the man down. Y/N softly smiled and clasped her hands around his wrists. He stroke her cheek and pulled her toward him before carefully kissing her lips.

"Good ?" He asked in a soft voice he only used with her.

"Good"

It was something between them, a single word they spoke every time they fought. Wherever they were, whomever they were up against, if one of them asked, the other had to answer. It was their intimate way to always know they were alright.

Later that day, Sam and Bucky had decided to go talk to the leader of the Flag Smasher, Karli Morgenthau, while Y/N had been charged to follow Walker and Hoskins. As soon as she had seen they were going after the young super soldier, she had warned her friends about the danger. She knew enough about the new Captain to guess he had no intention on arresting Karli. He wanted to make justice himself. She pitied his sidekick. He seemed like a decent man with good ideas struggling to find virtue on the wrong side of the battle. He was Walker’s collateral damage.

She wondered what Steve would think of all that if he could see them fighting both super soldiers and Captain America. He never cared for the star and stripes, never used his shield to harm. His heart was with the people he defended. Even when it had been against Tony, he pursued what he believed was best. Was that what Walker was trying to do ? She couldn’t know. But she was sure of one thing, the man had nothing in common with Steve. Pride, ego and selfishness were never traits anyone would have used to describe her brother. She couldn’t bear for him to be replaced, especially to a man that didn’t share his morals or any of his opinions. The shield he was carrying wasn’t just a weapon, it was her brother’s symbol of hope, a symbol he had fought so hard to forge. The man made the uniform, not the other way around. That’s what Walker didn’t get. Up until that point, people had not been following Captain America, they had been following Steve Rogers.

Standing in that public square, she didn’t realize she was crying until she felt Bucky entwined his fingers with hers. She couldn’t avert her eyes from the horrific scenery. Powerlessly, she watched a man she didn’t know being executed. His opponent was merciless, striking with determination and rage, using the only piece of memory she had left of her brother to bring terror and death. Frozen on the spot in the middle of the crowd, she could see the fear in all those strangers eyes and it felt like grief coming in waves, a shard in her guts that would never leave. It felt like this particular moment was choking the breath out of her body, short circuiting her mind. What was whole once completely shattered and she couldn’t find the strength to be angry anymore. All her brother had built had fallen apart in the split of a second and all the world had left was a bloodied image of his symbol of hope. A symbol that was no more.

“Sam...” She called him, almost like a scared child.

“I know...”

Both men looked worried. Y/N felt Bucky’s hand trembling and she squeezed him harder. She could easily guess how he felt. Steve had saved both of them, he had gave them a purpose, had allowed the former assassin to be more than the weapon Hydra had made of him. Pieces by pieces, he had brought their family back together. And as they both stood there, witnessing the horrifying end of his legacy, Bucky realized everything his bestfriend had fought for was turning into dust.

"I’m sorry" Y/N whispered to Sam. "But there’s no other way now"

Her husband dropped his head, trying to regain a sense of control over his emotions. Wordlessly agreeing with her, he turned to their friend.

“He has to be stopped”

Tags: @taina-eny

[glitternightingale]

Is it me or am I weirdly seen and comforted by the shot progression and the confirmation that Bruno has a tummy. Because: firstly, I hate it when people draw him muscular-

Second: His legs and arms are.... pretty thin like, the space between his legs compared to all of the healthy characters is worrying and in a weird way I like that because it shows the seriousness of the situation (I know I might/probably am looking WAY too into it) but when I was underweight because of ED, whenever I ate my stomach was always distended because I wasn't eating enough so, anything made me full. And seeing that here is kinda giving me the same vibe and I appreciate that they didn't gloss over how he PHYSICALLY needs HELP. NO ONE COULD SURVIVE THISS😭

Then again, I'm probably thinking too much into it but idk😭makes me feel happy in the weirdest way

Sorry if this was weird thing to send to your inbox😳

Please don't mind me using your message as an excuse to write some meta.

The question of whether or not Bruno even has a protruding stomach is officially answered. It's now up for debate to analyze what kind and why he has it.

Bruno's Belly: Artistic Choice? Chub? Malnutrition?

Artistic Choice

As someone who takes a close look at characters I want to recreate when I draw, I pay a lot of attention to their mannerisms and, of course, their body as you will definitely notice in this post.

There's a lot of thought that goes into character design and every shape, every wrinkle is supposed to mean something and make the character recognizable. The design is meant to make us project emotions on fictional people and associate them with certain values.

Bruno, the guy with the connotation of sickly green and made out to be the villain of the movie, already subverts this for plot purposes. Roundness conveys security, friendliness, and reliability; all traits Bruno possesses and bears on his face, most notably in his nose and eyes. Then there's his clashing thinness, with angles and bone. Perhaps it should make him seem a little dorky and defenseless (and in need of "rescuing" by the protagonist).

Even Camilo uses shape language to push the image of having a (cool) evil uncle. The Bruno he portrays is gaunter, more driven, and intimidating. And he has, as far as I can see in this very brief frame, no belly (since the shirt doesn't wrinkle on the crest where it should):

You might be familiar with the earlier design of Bruno in Disney's concept art. You know, the one where he's much, much larger?

I assume the crew dropped this design for two reasons:

1. To make the "living inside the walls for ten years" more realistic in the movie.

A bigger frame requires more fuel to sustain it and more food going missing would have alerted the rest of the family. Also, navigating soundlessly through Casita's narrow hallways and the opening behind the painting giving access to them would have been more difficult.

2. To underline the relationship between Bruno and his sisters.

Much like his color that is a mix of his sisters', Bruno's current design incorporates Pepa's side of the family (rather tall and thin) as well as Julieta's (the more sturdy-looking characters).

What I find surprising, and I'm really reaching here because I have no idea what really went on behind the scenes of the creation of Encanto, is that the animators seem to have added Bruno's pouch.

Here's a screenshot from, as far as I know, pre-production days:

To a frame that definitely made it into the movie:

This means that Bruno's stomach was important! Why else would they go back to remodel the figure even though it must have been clear it would be covered by a large cloth most of the time?

Chub

Now, there are a couple of reasons why Bruno might have (so much) stomach fat.

1. He's fifty years old and this happens.

2. He's been living inside the walls with minimal exercise (Mirabel chasing him and Bruno bolting like crazy seems like a one-time thing to me. He probably never expected to be run after and the only reasons he made it over that chasm were luck and a great fear of being caught and giving up his secret).

3. Illness (that's a thing for a different post)

But then again, why would all that weight only settle there, when his limbs are so concerningly thin? (I know there are different body types and that Bruno is a cartoon character with extreme proportions, but still...)

Malnutrition

We finally get to the point that has something to do with your ask and that is: maybe, what Bruno has isn't stomach fat at all!

There are two possible assumptions I can come up with:

1. Ascites

It's an illness where fluids build up in the stomach area due to underlying health issues like cirrhosis of the liver, tumors of the gastrointestinal tract, and heart failure. Let's hope that's not the case and Julieta's arepas could spare him from that.

2. Bloating

Looking at the screenshots, it would have to be extreme bloating, but a possibility nonetheless. We don't know how much Bruno got or wanted to eat, despite the kitchen being right next to his hideout. He also describes his dear rat companions as "always hungry, never satisfied" and feeds them in the next frame, so it's not outlandish to assume that Bruno makes sure they get food before he does. There are also other (mental) illnesses that could cause a lack of interest in eating.

Conclusion

All in all, we don't know for certain why Bruno looks like he does. But no one could ever convince me that this

is meant to signify a picture of health. Even the bones of his chest and hands are visible in this model.

So, @mmollymercury , I absolutely agree with you. The new info only makes Bruno more interesting and offers more whump material. And, please, never feel weird or awkward when sending me asks.

Extra

I literally wrote this drabble five minutes before reading your message. I thought about incorporating it into my fic WAACH one day.

Julieta wanted to give Bruno more food. However, it seemed like he turned the offer vehemently down.

“Ah, that’s a lot, isn’t it?” he asked briskly, eyeing the tray she had prepared for him like an offense.

Julieta could only silently stare, in fear and exasperation.

“I… well, I already have quite the pouch…,” he mumbled, patting his stomach that bulged a little over his waistband and thus hoping to show his sister she had nothing to worry about.

“It only appears so––“‘disproportionate’ she wanted to say, but bit it down, “––like that because the rest of you is so small. Hm, just look at your arms and legs! Dios mio, Bruno, you are a grown, middle-aged man; you should look like one!”

“I’m fine. I really am!” he defended, overreacting in a way that deepened Julieta’s frown.

Julieta didn’t want to hurt her brother further, but the best medicine for denial was the unshakable truth. Julieta sighed before she took on a gentle if stern tone: “Bruno, you simply cannot be ‘fine’ after what you’ve gone through.”

Edit: a second part to this post is up.