#the entire family is just full of sass

[all-that-is-gold-is-now-gone]

The Child

The Parents

[fun-k-board]

MARVEL RIVALS - Christmas time!!

Characters included: MAGNETO, SCARLET WITCH, LOKI, STORM, MOON KNIGHT.

Note(s): This includes a lot of headcanons because I'm not sure the full lore and characterisation of things like the X-Men, what version of Moon Knight they're going for, what have you. So, I'm doing it on what I prefer from various comic runs, movies, shows, etc over the years. Some are a little lackluster because of this.

MAX EISENHARDT / ERIK LEHNSHERR / MAGNETO

Erik personally doesn't celebrate Christmas, and that's due to the religious connotations of the holiday even if it's become less Christianity based over the years. But, he doesn't mind the excuse to give you a gift and spend time with his family if you do celebrate. Even if, at this point, the 'family' is just you and him.

He won't put up decorations if you're spending Christmas at his house or if you share a house, he won't wrap the gift, he won't have Christmas themed dinners or anything, but he'll always accept your gifts and give you one back if, as mentioned before, you happen to celebrate. If you don't, he most likely won't give you a gift or mention it as the holiday's existence will simply slip his mind. More of an afterthought than anything else.

Of course plenty of mutants on Krakoa celebrate, and plenty don't, and plenty have a weird in-between where they participate but don't really celebrate. So, it's not entirely out of sight out of mind. In all honesty, Erik is just happy mutants get a chance to have any holidays alive and happy with one another at all.

If you prefer to go all out for Christmas, as in all the things he wouldn't do that I mentioned before, Erik wouldn't mind. All he asks is that you leave both his room and the public parts of your home alone. Assuming you share a room, then he plainly asks that you don't decorate it, but if you must, to keep it at a minimum.

If you don't share a house and he's simply spending holiday time at your house then he politely comments on the decorations, maybe giving a bit of backhanded and passive aggressive sass if he thinks they're ugly. But, it's your home. It's not his place to say what goes and what doesn't.

Speaking of that situation, if you have family staying at your house for Christmas / you live with family, he's very awkward, and I don't believe he'd go at all if nobody in the house is a mutant. Erik doesn't doubt they know of him, it'd be strange if they didn't, so I think you two would give him a secret identity for your families safety. He'd be very silent and still during opening presents, with a dash of silent judgment.

I don't think he'd outright refuse to help you with decorations, he'd do that old man thing where he stares at you with a huffed look on his face until you ask him for help, in which case he mainly uses his powers if there's metal involved. Sometimes he'll say something like 'really my dear, did you truly need help or is this an excuse to spend time with me?' But hey, he's pretty tall so if you happen to not be tall, he's a great help!

I think he'd gift you something like jewellery, metal, but also with other things like, well, jewels. He wants something simple, but that shows heartfelt meaning. It's covered in intricate patterns, perhaps ones that reflect your place of origin to show that he loves you, even where you were born.

Erik's eyes tilt up, following your lingering gaze. He nearly lets out a laugh at the mistletoe hanging above you, but it comes out as a small huff. 'what a silly tradition.' he'd hum, before leaning close and giving your lips the most unsatisfactory peck he's ever given them. At your look, whether outwardly dissatisfied or with only a hint of disappointment in your eyes, he'll act like it wasn't purposeful, sighing as if this is some chore as he leans in for another. But you know him well, you know that hidden loving look in his eyes.

WANDA DJANGO MAXIMOFF / SCARLET WITCH

Wanda, for the reasons in Magneto's section, also doesn't celebrate Christmas. Although, I don't see her continuing on any holidays in general or family traditions, her broken connection to her father most likely created a fractured connection to anything associated with him. She just doesn't seem like a 'holiday' person to me.

However, if you two either happen to share a house or she's at yours in time for the holidays, she doesn't mind helping you put up decorations or helping you cook for Christmas. If you have family, she's doing a mix of doing what she can to impress them whilst refusing to do anything that makes her go past her comfort zone.

I absolutely think she's a good cook, and if she doesn't unintentionally hijack the kitchen, she will help whoever's in there. Whether that be you or your family. Any attempts to tell her that 'you're a guest' and 'you should be relaxing' are met with a wave of the hand and a small, awkward smile. As much as she does just love to help your family assuming they're sweet and accepting of her, she also is very peculiar with food. I think Wanda would make her own side dish just in case.

Honestly, I think she would invite Pietro and Lorna if you and them are close enough? She knows Christmas is a family event, and since that's her family, why not invite them, right? She hopes you see them as your family too, because they've spent too long without something stable. Even though deep down she does have some love for her father, although maybe not as deep down as she thinks, she doesn't want to and would never contact him for Christmas with you and especially not with your family.

Wanda loves to do that thing where she hugs you from behind, absolutely astounded that she has you. She's astounded that you love her, and that you appreciate her so much. Not many do, and she can't help but find so much comfort in that. I think she'd do it whenever she gets emotional but doesn't want to show it, a hug from behind to tell you that she's hurting, but you're helping her heal.

Wanda doesn't like the feeling she gets when opening presents in front of your family, especially if they've given her something. It's usually something they've got an idea from after asking you, so maybe a candle or something handmade, and as much as she appreciates and even loves the gifts she's given it's still a weird almost performance she needs to put on. The feeling isn't as uncomfortable as it is just a bit awkward.

I think she'd only give you a gift if she knows you're getting her one, through communication. She won't ask what it is or peek through your mind to find out, she doesn't really care what the gift is exactly, and she trusts you enough to gift her something she likes and would find useful. I think Wanda does love little mutual acts of affection, so she wouldn't miss out on an opportunity to give you something.

Her eyes flick up before yours do, and Wanda can't help but give you a small chuckle, the most amused look in her eyes that you've ever seen. 'oh? Isn't this convenient.' she purrs, her hand outstretches, capturing your own in a comforting embrace. She whispers, 'I can't believe I got so lucky, my love. You're wonderful.' before giving you a short but comfortable and loving kiss.

LOKI LAUFEYSON

Loki thinks your celebration is more than a little silly. I mean, who cares about this guy who gives presents to kids? Why not the adults? He does far more in a day than some snotty brat has done in their entire lifetime!

Oh- he's not real? Well, then where are his presents, mortal?!

He will say that even if you're not a mortal by the way. It's his personal way of saying 'you're under me and I'm perfect compared to you' without actually saying it.

He absolutely refuses to stay at your house for Christmas if you have family over, because he knows that he will cause mischief and you will get angry at him for it and he would rather you gift him your devotion than be under your wrath. Don't tell him he could kill you easily, he knows that, and he will if you keep pittering on. (He won't). Unless, perhaps, you don't have the best relationship with your family. Then he can probably convince you that it's fair game.

Loki will not invite Thor or Hela, don't even entertain the idea. He will leave.

I think he'd give you a dagger of some kind for a present, even if you're a regular Joe and don't have a use for weapons, you can always display it. And have an engraved stand that tells you your mighty lover, Loki, God of Mischief and notoriously handsome trickster, had gifted you it for your silly holiday.

He will not help you cook or put up decorations unless you literally beg him to, even then he can mainly do some pieces of meat at least decently well. It'd be best to have him do some parts of the cooking while you're preoccupied with the other. He tends to only help with the decorations he knows you'll struggle with, although he won't tell you that outright it's pretty obvious. Especially if you're shorter, less strong than he is, or have any kind of physical disability that could cause trouble with putting up decorations.

Will puff up his chest and grin when you compliment his efforts to help and or compliment his gift. He loudly proclaims that of course he'll give you something so beautiful, because he's beautiful and he very clearly has taste. But, you simply couldn't ignore the way his gaze softened a little when you were speaking. The way you could feel his eyes looking you up and down with adoration.

Loki raises a brow at your expectant look, slowly following your gaze until it reaches the mistletoe. Oh, you've explained this to him, the strange little kissing ritual you midgardians have. His expression twists into something different, his eyes sparkling with mirth, but he doesn't go right in for the kiss. Instead, he holds your chin in his hand, pulling you close until you can breathe in each other's air. 'what a silly mortal.' he mutters, making you tilt your head so he can kiss you. He doesn't intend it to be a small peck either, his kiss is as deep and passionate as you allow it to be.

ORORO MUNROE / STORM

Ororo finds amusement in your tradition, the decorations, the gifts, it makes her heart warm. It's a time for family, and she reminisces over the X-Men's past Christmas times. It's never dull, lots of mutations being used when they're not supposed to, frequent arguments and drama, it was perfect. Not to mention, always the best meals from Gambit and Rogue. She adores the look on the younger mutants faces when they receive something special.

And, in her personal opinion, she's the best gift giver in the X-Mansion.

Ororo would absolutely help make meals, and she jokes that she's not as good at it as Gambit or Rogue are, but she'll try her best. She then proceeds to make one of the best meals you've ever had. It's perfectly flavoured, the texture is just to your liking, it's absolutely delightful. And if you're spending time with family? Expect her to go all out.

Your family will adore her, no doubt about that. No matter what the situation is, whether you and Ororo share a house, you live on your own, you live with family, or you and your family visit the X-Mansion for the holidays. She charms them with her sternness and discipline, her strength unimaginable, but her warmth and friendliness is what truly seals the deal in their adoration for her.

Unwrapping presents tends to be a long process for the X-Mansion. There's a lot of people there, so it's normal to open them all at once and try to get it through as quickly as possible, cleaning as you go with trash bags at the ready to throw in any waste. With a whole family, or perhaps just you in the mix, it can be a bit awkward and even a little overstimulating if you're not acquainted with the X-Men. She's never felt the need to pretend, so she assures you that you don't need to be happy the entire evening because Logan isn't and everybody still loves him, you'll be fine.

The one thing Ororo loves to do most is listen to you. Whether it be generally your life, what you had for breakfast, a story from your childhood, it creates something easy where she can bounce off the conversation with something of her own. It continues the conversation until either of you end it, and causes the conversation to flourish where it would've died otherwise. She uses this to find out what present you'll want for Christmas, so it'll heavily depend on what you actually want.

It honestly doesn't matter what you get her, she'll be appreciative all the same. She knows just how hard it can be to afford things, to create from seemingly nothing, no matter how much effort you put in. To her, the fact you gave her a gift at all is something meaningful within itself. So, even if it's some poorly made easily breakable bracelet, she will wear it with pride.

When she finds herself under the mistletoe with you, her lips curl into the most amused smile and she'll use her powers to twirl the leaves, a teasing hint to her true might. 'was this your plan all along, my dear?' she'll ask, leaning closer, waiting for you to capture her lips. If you take too long, however, she'll raise a brow and mutter a teasing 'don't test my patience' before kissing you herself.

MARC SPECTOR / MOON KNIGHT

Marc is, well, he's not the most jolly guy, and it's been years since he's even bothered to tune into Christmas time when it happens. It's not like he has anybody to spend it with. He would much rather you spend Christmas with Steven or Jake, they're better at that kind of thing, and they're a lot more friendly, buddy buddy with you.

Of course Marc loves you, and if you really want to spend time with him for Christmas he will do it, but he isn't going to act differently for you. He will be the same edgy, broody man. He will absolutely say something like 'the Christmas lights are too bright, it ruins my outfit.' in the gruffest voice you've heard.

I think he'd be a good cook. Nothing that blows you away, but you can definitely eat enough to get full and be satisfied with it. Jake probably leaves some recipes around, and if it does end up becoming a disaster he can always take over and salvage the situation before the house burns down.

He doesn't mind the house being decorated, assuming it's either his or your shared one, as long as it's not like so many Christmas lights it's hard to see or so many decorations you get whacked on the face with them whenever you want to walk somewhere. He'd also help if you asked him to, but I don't think Marc would just hop on and help. He'd assume you have it all covered.

I don't think there are many universes where Marc would consider meeting and visiting your family for Christmas, especially not the Marvel Rivals one. If you're really insistent and passionate about it, he supposes he can. But don't expect him to stay for long if they're not accepting of you or him, he doesn't have any tolerance for that. Plus, he doesn't want to hear Khonshu complaining in his ear that he isn't committing murder while he's around your family, they don't get him or his Identity as Moon Knight like you do.

'Mistletoe, huh?' he muses, his voice would sound almost annoyed to anybody else, but you know him better than anybody else. Or, at least most other people. He crosses his arms as you look up and realise, clearly having forgotten at some point. With his expression a strange mix between a firm sternness and amusement, he pats his lips with his pointer finger twice. 'you put it up, you initiate.'

[uchihaxitachi]

itachi’s june -> day 5: highschool (soft)!bully itachi hcs

-> a/n: i know we are months after itachi’s birthday month but life happens, okay? 😭 and since i’m not really doing kinktober this year i figured i should just focus on this instead‼️

-> modern au, itachi is a highschooler in his third year. he’s a soft bully cus he’s a gentleman core to the end :3 and i can’t see him going over the top~

bully!itachi is a force to reckon with, especially when he’s also a senior at school. the day you first met him was at the cafeteria, you had just started your highschool journey & thought it should go by without an issue. unless— you watched someone ask a senior out. he looked emotionless, vague & so disrespectfully disinterested. it takes guts to ask someone out publically and his personality made you wonder who he truly is. “uchiha itachi. he’s like the highschool heart throb, most uchihas are. then entire family is like a clan sorta thing- they are like, distant cousins or something.” she indulges your curiosity. your eyes mingled with the dude who was standing, looking down at the girl with pursed lips. “sorry, you know i don’t date moderately attractive women.”

wow; what an asshole — you glared at him at a distance, unaware that it was the exact moment where your eyes meet. itachi had beautiful, but stern looking eyes. dedicated stress likes which in his case only made him prettier. you gulped, as if a thief caught red-handed, & looked away. however, what you missed to notice was itachi’s subtle smirk after. “oh no- he’s approaching you!” your friend urgently whispered, and before you could say anything… there he was. “hello, seemed like you really wanted to stand up for the underdog there. why didn’t you?” he hums, leaning in a little. great! no introductions, no pleasantries.

“cus it’s none’o’my business.” you scoffed, looking at him back in the eye. typical dior sauvage mingled with another scent that you don’t figure out. itachi’s smile faded at the sass. “then, if something wrong happens with you, my dear… don’t expect people to care.” he gently touched the ends of your hair, tucking it behind your ear. the action has you taken aback — what did he even mean! “i’m sure i don’t need anyone to step in.” you raise a brow, adamant & dominant in your tone. that’s right - you bloody don’t. you can handle a dude who’s too full of himself all by yourself.

your attention was diverted to the chitter chatter around you. people were almost — fixated on you and him. jesus christ, was he that popular?! you lean back from him immediately. causing him to reflexively wrap his hand around your wrist, pulling you closer to him. even with your resistance, you were bolted against him. your chest pressed against his torso. “what are you doin’!!” your hand was twisted and nudged against your back, arching it. “sorry, i just wasn’t finished with the conversation.” he says simply, still holding you close. “name, and class…”

seriously? what does he think of himself! name and class? “my name’s mind your business, and my class is leagues above you.” you hated that you came up with something so cliche but it was last minute. itachi just chuckled, letting you go. his eyes unwavering as he glared at your friend, calling her with his fingers curling. she’s blinking, unsure what to do and just walks up to him. “hey, what’s her name?” he asks, and she blurts it out. your name, your class. you wanted to dig a hole and die. “why? want to come to my class and bother me?” you glared & scoffed, arms crossing in defense. “mm, not decided yet.” he flicks your forehead & walks away. the first interaction with itachi was so weird…

ever since that incident, some people started looking at you differently. girls approached you more, some of them lowkey threatened you for not buzzing around itachi. as if! you were really not interested in this whole uchiha shenanigan. until, one of these days you were targetted by those same group of girls in the cafeteria. the typical trick of downing an entire plate of food on you does the trick. phones were out, mean comments were being spouted. “she thinks she’s all that” / “oops, are ya gonna cry?” / “who does she think she is?” || you couldn’t believe just an interaction with the uchiha was proving to be so troublesome. you tried your best to control your emotions, to not either rage out or cry about this.

“ah- there you are little y/n.” he hums, walking towards you and leaving the crowd shaken up by just his presence alone. the girls looked at him & you. honestly, you didn’t expect him to hover around this. “let’s get you changed.” he hums, smiling a little. “i’m sure people here would know better than to stress you out again. i suppose, i see it as my sole responsibility.” he speaks to you but his glare is lethal towards everyone. “and i’m sure, people know better than to post those videos. i can hunt them down quite easily.” he coos, walking away with you. dumbfounded. you are literally dumbfounded. “why?” you mumbled, walking with him towards the infirmary. “just because i wouldn’t like someone else bear the consequences of my attention. i’d rather you bear them when i am the sole contributor.” itachi… talked in this weird, refined manner that just made you giggle. weirdo…

that was the day itachi started to hang around you most of the time. you’re going home? need someone to follow you? you don’t? ah, too bad. you can’t make decisions for someone else. he follows you home and makes small talk, teasing you and telling you that he would probably come inside & tell your mom that you like him…. which you absolutely don’t. (yet).

there are some days where he notices you don’t eat much during lunch hours. honestly, sometimes the food from the cafeteria just gives you the ick. you have been seen eating wafers, some junk food and sometimes snacking on protein bars. one of these days, you’d just find him throwing it away. “trash.” is all he says, watching your mouth agape when you notice he just threw off your bloody lunch! before you can say anything, there is an eerie sense or urgent rage that flows through you. coming through as glossed eyes. you push his chest away. “what’s it gotta do with you motherfucker.” you snarl at him, walking away. itachi leaves you alone for the next few days, until you are found eating whatever again. this time when he comes closer to you, you glare daggers instantly. “i will kill you.” you scoffed. however, itachi had… an alternate idea. “brought some home-made ramen with eggs and meat.” he hums, “wanna try?” // “is it drugged?” // “wanna try?” // “is it drugged?” // “what could i possibly gain from drugging it?” // you sigh, taking the ramen from him. itachi & his weird ways of showing affection honestly.

itachi had never been so constant and buzzing around someone at all. with the way he swarms around you, his uchiha cousins have noticed you. there’s shisui, sasuke… and some other folks that he hangs out with. sasuke uchiha is itachi’s sibling, and one day, he embarrasses itachi on the way home with you. “i don’t get it, why do you insist on following me home like a dog?” // “because you amuse me, little one.” // “no because he’s whipped & doesn’t have the balls to say it.” sasuke says out loud, a metre or two away. “ah….. sasuke…..” that was the first time you saw itachi’s careful and calm aura disappear for a moment.

during the highschool trip, itachi didn’t let anyone sit next to you in the bus. him & only him. he even let you lean your head against his shoulder when you slept without a care. no boys were allowed near you. and just to piss him off, you decide to meet up with your classmates late at night for a drinking game. things end up… a little escalated because clearly one of them couldn’t hold their alcohol, and tried to push himself on you. that was the day you realized… itachi is dangerous. especially when you couldn’t count how many times his fists met the poor chap’s face.

-> honestly i think this needs parts i just keep writing on writing 😭 but yeah, he’s not your typical bully per se. he’s just… well, itachi. 🤷🏻‍♀️

[idontcaboose]

Luthor's Cricket part 8

Previous. Masterpost

Lex thought he managed to scare off the little spirit, it had been about 5 hours since his rant in the conference room, but Lex could not help but replay the entire interview back in his mind.

He could see by his answers and Lane's rebuttals could make one not of this world think he was an evil man. Not to mention Phantom's... odd relations with other rich and... uncouth men over his apparently short life. He could not fully blame the child for projecting his trauma onto Lex.

Lex ran through his list of the child.

He appears to be somewhere between 13-15 years old. He died young, but there is no telling how long he has been dead, if he was ever alive to begin with. Though Lex doubts the latter.

He knew a rich man that tried to force a familial relationship upon him.

He was not killed from a kidnapping, but who knows if the man was the one who killed him. He copes with humor and sass, like any child his age. But his silent reaction to Lex yelling at him made him think that there was something there that had triggered him. Was he killed by a hero gone rogue?

It was an uncomfortably short list, full of speculation, but expected since he has only interacted with the teen for a day and a half, and most of it had been malicious on both their parts.

Lex sighed and rubbed his eyes, leaning back on his living room couch. He had dealt with his randomly assigned essay partners in college better than this.

“Hey…. Mr. Luther?”

Lex violently startled at the small voice for the doorway to the foyer.

“Yes, Phantom?”

“You are right.”

“What?” Lex asked, confused.

Phantom shuffled into the living room, standing on the other side of the low coffee table. “That should always be something you should worry about. Someone that strong should have plans in place to keep them from hurting other people. After I left, I saw that the person he was fighting was able to mind control him briefly. He did some pretty bad damage before Wonder Woman was able to stop him and arrest the guy.” Phantom rubbed his arms in a self soothing fashion. “After he came to, he tried to jump back into the action. He is reckless in his collateral. I can't speak for if he feels guilty about what he did, but he has been around for a while. He hasn't seemed to be more mindful of those caught up in the fights, just those in the direct line of fire.” The teen sighed. “For the few he rescues, more die from the buildings the rogues and himself break.

I still think how you are going about it is the wrong way, but… I can help you workshop some better stuff.” Phantom asked with a small smile.

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[wtfdemother]

Slasher AU Hewitt!König biggest sweetheart imo. NSFW below, happy Kinkvember day 13 ☃️🤝

post dividers by tsunami-of-tears

CW: boobs, boobs, boobs, boobs, lotta booobs. Man I make the baddest bitches send me nuuudes/lyr. Anwyay, König’s got an oral fixation that needs attention.

Hewitt!König X Wife!Reader

Hewitt!König who trails behind you that morning on your way to the barn. Luda Mae needed eggs for breakfast and you were more than happy to oblige, thinking nothing of the nervous fidgeting coming from the hulking man who sulked at your side. It was funny, really, sometimes you’d peer out the corner of your eye to catch a glimpse of him, trying hard to ignore you while he was hard at work. You were no fool, you knew behind those bushy, furrowed brows he was dying to be in the place of that three month old calf you coddled, or the one being nuzzled and grabbed instead of the big, squishy nose of a horse.

Hewitt!König who wanted the same amount of attention you gave the chickens and other farm animals on that damn ranch, you’re the whole reason he got his family to raise more than just chickens and pigs! If he’d knew those furry creatures would steal your attention, he wouldn’t have gotten them. Now, he’s paying the price, big time. He hates and loves himself for it, there hid no ill intentions towards your little animals, how they brought light to your face was more than enough to soothe his heart. He learned to share but decided that enough with the chores the minute you spilled a pail of water on yourself.

Hewitt!König who drops whatever it was he was doing, his concentration fizzling out in an instant. His mind is full of you. He steps over the object now lying in the mud, two meaty paws come to grab you tight by the waist, hoisting you up like a bag of flour. “König! We don’t have time for this—” He throws you onto a stack of hay, grunting a mumbled response behind the leather mask to silence your sass. To him you were giving him sass, but you just wanted to change out of this wet shirt. To which he obliged happily, helping you toss that shirt to the ground.

Hewitt!König who ignores your weakly said protests as he kisses his way up your stomach to your throat, giving the delicate skin a small nip before descending lower to your collarbone. From there his kisses get hotter, breathier, marred flesh pressed the kindest of kisses on your skin, your head fell back and you let him do whatever. A deep rumble of approval reaches your ears, making your panties slick from the timbre sound alone. He stills you when you squirm, his breath hot on your peak. Gingerly he licks at the bud, eyelids flutter shut as he groans from the taste of your warmth on his tongue. He swore he could fall asleep suckling at your nipple, but the strain in his pants proves too much to simply ignore. He palms your unoccupied breast with a large hand, for such calloused fingertips they worked most benevolently.

Hewitt!König who closed the entire world off when he was with you, too busy pouring his attention on the firm peak in the warmth of his mouth, gathering as much spit as he could around your nipple as he swirled his tongue and sucked with fervour. You dig your fingers deep in his hair, trying to pull him off but that mountain of a man wouldn’t budge so long as he had a mouthful of your tit. He lets go with a resounding pop!, his lips glistening with spit and his breath short. He doesn’t give you a moment of reprieve, diving in again to latch onto your other nipple. No, he hasn’t forgotten about it, kleine lamm.

Hewitt!König who traps your growing bud between his teeth, giving it a little tug before taking it fully in his mouth. He’s growing demanding, wanting more of you to satisfy that gnawing urge. Growling feral sounds occupy the air, you swore you had an animal on top of you as he tore into the fat of your bosom, leaving small dents the shape of his teeth all around the ample flesh spread beneath him like dough. What a sight, he huffs fondly, dipping down once more to kiss the space between your breasts.

Hewitt!König who only pulls away once he’s done slobbering all over your chest, grinning at the bite marks on your tender flesh and the tears brimming your eyes. He kisses you apologetically, but that doesn’t stop your tits from being sore. He gets that much from the frown on your face, carefully he ducks back to press the softest of kisses on the blues and purples blooming over your skin. Again and again, you can barely hear him moving above but you can feel his lips pressing reverently to each and every bruise. What a sight for sore eyes, he thought.

Hewitt!König who speaks only for you, despite the discomfort. “Tut mir leid, Schatz…” he grumbles, voice hoarse from years of misuse. He doesn’t really need it, mostly just communicates with a series of curt head nods and grunts. But with you? He liked seeing you shine with delight every time he spoke. He leans into your touch as a hand slides down his cheek from the top of his head, his hair a little disheveled from your tight grab. “S’okay, big guy…” you say in a whisper, running a thumb over his scarred face. Beautiful, genuine features you thought, nobody felt so deeply like you did for each other. “I was a little rough too…”

He was too shy to finish y’alls business in the barn, so he quickly carried you home. Later on, sometime in the early evening he brought lunch over to your bed on account of your legs being out of commission, curtesy of König and your shared needs.

[thewitchblue]

"What's that?"

You asked Terry one day. He fell asleep during art class, and you wanted to know what he was drawing. He startled awake when you placed a timid hand on his arm.

Terry blinked at you, bleary-eyed before looking back down at his novel. He moves his arms to guard it more from your gaze once your words are registered in his exhausted brain. He awkwardly said,

"My, uh... it's probably stupid. I'm making a graphic novel."

He was oddly protective of his work, but your kind smile and curious gaze made him feel like he could trust you. You looked so warm and open to either seeing his work or walking away if he said no. There was something special in the look you gave him. It was a benevolent gaze that welcomed him in when everyone else shoved him away.

With great hesitation, he slides the chapter he was working on for you to read. He tapped his pen on his desk nervously. He suddenly felt empty-handed and vulnerable.

He was anxiously watching your expression as you read his work. He's never... shown off his work before. He always felt like it was lame to continue a project he's been working on on-and-off for years. He's never had a desire to share his novel. It was still in the works and had a long way to go.

He felt himself physically relax when you gave him back his novel. He felt as if he had just opened his heart to you and prayed you didn't stab it. This project has years' worth of thoughts and ideas. He had question marks and scribbled ideas in every corner of every page he has worked on so far.

Every time he had an idea of the direction he wanted to take the novel in, it was scribbled down along the sides or in the corners of the pages in his scratchy handwriting. It felt childish to look at now that he really took a look. He cringed and immediately tucked it away into the folder he had it placed in.

"I'm impressed, Terry. You'll have to send me a copy when you release it."

Your kind words made a part of him melt. It gave him the courage to continue. He bit his lip as his eyes returned back to his novel. It was still a series of loose sketches and not anywhere close to finished, but he appreciated the kind words.

You always were the kind kid with a soft voice and gentle hands. Your encouragement stirred something in him. He couldn't believe nobody has dated you yet. He's kept tabs on you for as long as he's known you. You with the gentle smile and the heart of gold. You, who never has a bad thing to say about anyone. You, who loved your friends and family with your entire heart and soul.

Before you could walk away, he awkwardly took your hand to stop you. Now that he thought about it, this was probably a terrible idea.

"I, uh, I... would you like to go out some time?"

He felt awkward. He can bully the Joker into submission, but a beautiful pair of doe eyes has him buckling? He feels pathetic, truly, with how nervous he felt, but he always had a thing for you that he never knew how to explain.

You looked surprised. Terry isn't known for relationships, especially not serious ones that you were seeking. Your eyes softened, however, as you looked at your conjoined hands before turning back to face Terry.

He's normally the bad kid; the kid teachers hate and the class legend, full of sass and always ready to pick a fight, but this Terry was... different. He wasn't guarded. He seemed so shy under all the sassy armour. He was adorable as he carefully watched your expression for any hint of what you may be thinking about.

You lightly squeezed his hand and smiled warmly at Terry. His blue eyes looked at you with such raw emotion that there was only one decision.

"Yes. You can tell me more about your novel, McGinnis."

You scribble a time and location for the date onto a slip of paper and hand it to him with a sweet smile.

"I'll see you tomorrow, pretty boy."

He looked like he suddenly realised he managed to get a date with you, and he was a blushing mess. You kissed his cheek before walking off. This may be the start of something more beautiful than he could ever hope for.

Bruce is going to kill him, but he feels truly content in the moment.

[opal-owl-flight]

Quick lore question, did marie considering the idea of replacing 4 play into the insecurities she has later?

Absolutely.

I wanna preface this by saying one thing: Young 4 was a COMPLETELY different person before she got recruited by Marie. And Marie...responds to her accordingly.

Long read abt Hero2 events below!! Its. A lil messy sorry qisjke these are my notes

Young 4? A bitch.

Everything she ever wanted was given to her. Moved out of the highlands with an ego the size of a planet (and also bc she felt suffocated there), thinking she can make it in the big city.

...she struggled to make it alone. She had moved out bc her family was suffocating her with love, but now theyre not here, so now she feels homesick and underappreciated.

All that is expressed by her harsh, bitchy attitude. Shes gonna be mean bc no one has seen her for who she is. She'll show them!!

She finds her way around like this, and discovers that shes just as good at turf war here and at home. In fact, shes *so* good that she got the status of a rising star!

It aaalll just gets into her head. Shes "proven everyone wrong" now. Shes got the superiority complex and can back it up.

Marie...

...saw this. She was looking for a new agent to help find the missing zapfish. The second 4 heard this from her, she flexed her arms and...

"Look no further, your hero is RIGHT HERE!"

Marie at first adored the spunkiness of this new agent. Uuuntil 4 started thinking that shes better than her.

"Watch out, Agent Four!"

"You watch YOURSELF, grandma! Think Im a damn idiot to not see that coming? WAHA!"

Marie rolled up her sleeves after several stages full of her ignoring orders or sassing her out of nowhere.

Is that how shes gonna be? Fine.

When 4 finally trips and falls, hard, on a particularly difficult level, Marie pulls her to the side to fix her up and give her a lecture that tore her fucking ego to shreds.

She says something so fucking harsh like "That attitude will make SURE that you die sad and alone. I wonder how anyone puts up with you."

4s too hurt by her own failure to say anything back.

The reality of war finally gives her a reality check. Each victory is earned. its her life on the line. And the world.

She regains her spunk after saving the world.

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Silly 4. She gets the job done but it takes a LOT of pushing in the mid-stages. Its like she got legitimately bored after the initial super easy ones, and thought the entire campaign a joke.

She went back to her turfing life topside between stages. And she takes a WHILE to come back to her missions -- usually late!! And then before she even goes in she just HAS to yak Marie's face off with what she was doing up there.

"Youre late."

"You shouldve SEEN ME, Marie!! I was carrying that Rainmaker round! I was-"

"Pray tell, Agent Four. How will you keep participating in turf with the Zapfish gone?"

"Whaat? Cmon. Nothing seems to be changing! Theres still power through the city!"

"The backup supply wont last forever, you know."

"Yeah yeah. Okay. Im here now. Wheres the next kettle?"

This attitude is from her high school days, clearly. She breezes by everything so fast that she can afford to do things last minute. It affects even this.

That, alongside her talking smack back to Marie, is what makes her snap at 4. Its what makes 4 stick to the mission fully starting late area 4 and area 5. (This is also around the time 4s life was threatened. God help me in those stupid platforming stages)

Post Hero2, 4 more or less does what 3 does. Shes the "replacement" til 3 comes back. (That cant be good for her confidence.)

At the same time, she has to deal with Callie and Marie talking out what the fuck Callie did with Octaria. "THEY SQUIDNAPPED GRAMPS!!!" and all. Why help them??? They get into squabbles where 4 was the unfortunate witness to. And peacemaker. It does NOT help that Callie for a while kept putting the glasses back on!!!

4 wishes so bad she had help of any sort. She feels 3 might be able to do something but what does she know?? Shes never met em!! She just imagines what the missing agent would do in that situation.

Callie...was also the person she got close to. Shes fun (unlike the stuck up Marie), shes empathic, she opened 4s eyes to the Octarian plight. It made her acceptance of 8 later much smoother.

Im not saying shes not close to Marie either, I bet they healed their relationship around this year too. Marie's sorry she tore 4s ego the way she did (even if deserved...). Marie's much more supportive of what 4s doing topside. Shes expressing her pride in the agent she found much more openly. (She brags abt her to Callie at times.)

The three of them heal together in that time. 4 sees them as older sisters Im p sure. Theyre both giving her tips for turfing and -- Marie even helps her with homework, HAH

And...while I say that 4 and Marie are in better terms, there are still days where Marie blows up on her. Lesser extent than before, but shes *worried* for her agent! (Its a similar plight 3 has.) In those times, its Callie who has her back. ("Hey! Its not like shes not trying!!" Callie understands how it is, and she also knows Marie best -- shes the one who makes 4 understand where Marie is coming from.)

[nyarlathotep-thecrawlingchaos]

I think this is probably the last one for tonight. Or...this morning. It's five A.M. and it would likely be logical for me to go sleep now.

Soooo I got two Fluffy Alphabet requests for Sassy McSwordsman back to back with quite a few intersecting letters, so I just combined them both into one post.

This post, even.

Anyway...Mihawk.

A is for Affirmation (How affirming are they of you and their love for you?)

“Yes, I called you 'darling.' What of it? Shall I call you pest instead?”

Has developed a tendency to address you by pet names without being sarcastic about it, and doesn’t even really seem to notice he’s doing it unless you point it out—in which case he’ll fix you with a wry look and probably an equally wry comment.

The L word really doesn’t come out of Mihawk’s mouth very often. It’s not something  he’s ever said very much to anyone, he doesn’t wear his heart on his sleeve. If you say it then he’ll respond accordingly, but otherwise he don’t say it much.

Actions speak far louder than words in his case. He has made it clear that he absolutely will not tolerate anyone or anything threatening or insulting you, that he places your safety and contentment on a pedestal and will do whatever he has to in order to ensure you have both.

When he does say it, you know he means it. He makes sure to look into your eyes, to say it with absolute conviction.

Always says it before you part ways, regardless of how long, or before you fall asleep. Given the dangerous and violent nature of his life in general, he knows full well that any time you part could be the last time. He wants to make sure that if that should come to pass, that “I love you” should be the final words exchanged between you.

C is for Courtship (How would they court you?)

“I wouldn’t venture to waste my time speaking with anyone but the most stunning woman here, my lady.”

Courtship is a game of cat and mouse to Mihawk—once he knows you’re interested, he thoroughly enjoys teasing you with his own intentions, and he’s both patient and confident enough to keep the game going until you’re ready to lose your everloving mind.

He’s fairly subtle about it, but not so subtle as to leave you wondering about whether he’s interested. He’ll make it clear enough that he wants you to himself, but he wants to make sure to leave you wanting, to build the anticipation to a breaking point.

Intense eye contact when you’re speaking, peppered with quick glances up and down your body.

Keeping his voice low and intimate when he speaks to you, maybe as an excuse to lean in a little closer…or a lot closer.

His hand curling beneath your chin to draw you in, close enough to almost meet your lips before drawing back and assuming a more formal tone again—eyes glued to yours the entire time, drawing a great deal of entertainment from your reaction.

Greeting you or parting ways with you by bending down slightly to lift your hand and brush his lips to it.

F is for Family/Family (What happens when they’re around other people you care about?)

“Yes, darling, I’ll behave—so long as they do.”

He’s willing to grin and bear family affairs and friends for your sake, though he very much prefers it being just the two of you.

Perfectly capable of being polite and cordial, though there’s going to be the occasional dry comment here or there simply because sass is his default setting.

But if it’s uncomfortable for you to be around anyone, or if you have any family members or fair-weather friends that happen to be vindictive and/or judgmental, then it might be best to leave him out of it—he absolutely will not put up with anyone insulting you.

You’re his treasure, after all—and he’s one of the strongest men in the world, which makes you, as far as he’s concerned, among the most valuable treasures in the world. No one gets away with doing or saying anything  to demean you in front of him.

He has more than enough self-control to not get violent for your sake, but he doesn’t need Yoru to tear someone a new asshole if they do or say anything that he deems offensive. He’s just as quick with words as he is with a blade, and the offending party is going to come out of the exchange with a  mortally wounded sense of pride.

I is for I Love You (Who says it first, how long does it take, how does it happen?)

“What do you mean, ‘do I mean it?’ Why would I have said it if I didn’t?”

Him. Absolutely him.

Solitary as he is, it’s a bit awkward for him to say in the first place. He wants to be sure you know, but he doesn’t want to make a huge deal of it. It’s just a simple truth that has to be stated at some point, and he has to be sure he’s the one who says it first.

It might take a while. He won’t say it until he’s absolutely sure of it, but his inclination to be in total control of any and every situation he finds himself in means he’s going to take that initiative himself.

If he so much as senses you intend to say it first, he’s going to cut you off every single time.

It’s also going to come completely out of the blue. Not in the middle of some extravagant gesture, but just in passing; perhaps before you go to bed one night, perhaps as you happen to be leaving the room. He intends to catch you off guard with it, to see if you simply return the sentiment single thought, before it fully registers in your mind what you’ve just said—what he has just said.

The more taken aback you are by the realization, the more amused he’ll be; he was halfway aiming to shock you, and he finds it quite endearing.

K is for Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you/be kissed?)

“…And to whom, little one, do those lips belong?”

Firm and unyielding, deep and intense, grasping you by your arms or your wrists to limit your own movement and claim full control. He wants to steal your breath away every time your lips touch, and damned if he isn’t an expert at it.

He loves to press his lips just below the corner of your jaw to feel your pulse quicken while his hands drift over you.

He’s going to leave bruises, marks across your neck and shoulders that claim you as his, so that no one might dare question who you belong to.

Mihawk would never admit to having any weakness, but if he had to admit to just one, it would be when you brush your lips just next to his ear in between intimate murmurs and whispers—it drives him absolutely feral for you.

N is for Needs (What do they need in a healthy relationship?)

“Come now, dear—do you think I would be here with you if I didn’t honestly want to be?”

Not an awful lot, honestly. As high maintenance as he comes across (and he his high maintenance in nearly every other aspect of his life), he really doesn’t require much from a romantic relationship. Just the basics, really: trust, honesty, and loyalty. The three go hand-in-hand, and he would never have even entertained the idea of a relationship with you if he didn’t trust you, so he isn’t terribly concerned.

His confidence borders on arrogance at the best of times, so reassurance isn’t any issue. He can’t see any reason that you would lie about your feelings, nor does he have any reason to lie about his own. He’s brutally honest to a fault, so there really isn’t any reason for you to mistrust him, either.

While he would prefer for his lover to be just as low-maintenance, he won’t fault you if you aren’t. He has no issue offering you reassurance if you require it—though he may taunt you a bit about needing it in the first place.

Quality time would likely be his primary love language; he can stand some time apart, but he very much prefers having you near. Knowing you’re safe in his arms gives him peace of mind.

O is for Others (How do they react when you’re around other people?)

“Of course I trust you, my little bird—it’s everyone else that presents an issue.”

It strongly depends on the people in question. If he knows that you’re in a social situation you find uncomfortable, he won’t leave your side for any reason, and will use his presence alone to intimidate the opposing party until they leave you be.

If you’re among friends, he’ll take on more of a silent observer role. He’s more than capable of being amicable if directly addressed, but otherwise he’s likely to remain off to the side, quietly watching and listening, taking it as an opportunity to learn more about you.

In a crowd of strangers, particularly if he notices any other men eyeing you, he’ll keep an arm curled protectively around your waist. He isn’t much for public displays of affection, but he wants it to be known that you’re his, and that anyone who thinks they can change that will have to answer to him.

He does his best not to come off as imposing or controlling toward you—but while he trusts you implicitly, he doesn’t extend that courtesy to many other people.

[lunarflux]

x: Thomas Shelby found his match in an information bookie who has eluded the grasp of the Peaky Blinders long enough to crumble their power over Birmingham. But at last, he found you. The ghost he'd been chasing was finally in front of him, but you were trickier than he expected. Dangerous, cunning - and a bit too much like himself. To buy your loyalty, he would have to sell his in equal measure. Loyalty for loyalty - blood for blood - how much were either of you willing to spill before the game changed entirely?

a/n: this is honestly my favorite chapter. when i imagine feminine rage, i imagine a room full of glass shattering. in the same breath, absolute agony and pain feeding the rage is just ugh poetic as hell

part 21: in sadness, she walks (in silence, she screams)

word count: 1,859 tag: @bruhidkjustwannaread | @rubyxx16 | @bellabarnes1378 | @johnmurphys-sass

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The tension in the room was thick as Arthur stood by the mantle at Arrow House, swirling the whiskey in his glass. You sat stiffly on the sofa, hands clenched in your lap. Tommy leaned over the sofa just beside you like he wanted to make sure you were ready for whatever you were about to hear. He watched Arthur with an unblinking stare. Michael and Finn sat at a small table with their hands in their pockets. John perched on the arm of a chair, while Polly stood by the window, her expression unreadable.

Arthur hadn’t spoken yet, letting the weight of his silence build. Your gaze was fixed on the floor, your usual composure showing cracks that only those close to you would notice.

“You’d best start talkin’, Arthur,” John finally said, breaking the silence.

Arthur sighed, setting his glass down with a heavy thud. “Made a trip to London yesterday,” he said, his voice rough. He didn’t look at you as he began. Instead, he stared into the fire, as though the flames could help him piece the story together.

“Went to see Ezra's father, Frank,” Arthur continued. “Man’s been livin’ in his own little hell since Ezra died. Grief’ll do that to you, you know that. He told me what happened that night. Why he told y/n to leave.”

Your eyes snapped up to Arthur, but you didn't speak.

He turned to face you, his gaze steady but filled with something softer than pity. “He said... an old family friend—a man he trusted named Alfred Bingham told him that you pushed Ezra too far. That you were the reason he had the seizure.”

You stared at Arthur, but he saw the shadow of those old accusations in your eyes.

“And he believed him,” Arthur said, his voice quieter. “Frank believed every bloody word.”

Your lips parted, but no words came out.

“Bingham twisted him up good,” Arthur went on. “But Frank wasn’t just angry at you. He was angry at himself. At Ezra. At the whole damn situation. I think all of us in this room know that sometimes we will find any reason to blame anyone but ourselves. We also know, all too well, that when we grieve... We make terrible decisions. I think, now, Mr. Hargreaves knows the weight of his mistake.”

Tommy’s voice cut through the quiet like a blade. “What about Ezra?”

Arthur’s gaze shifted to Tommy, and his expression darkened. “Spoke to the doctor who was there when it happened. He said Ezra had a moment where he came out of it. He was awake but weak. And then he said,” Arthur hesitated, then looked back at you. “In his last moments, he asked for you. Said your name, not out of anger—out of love.”

The room went still. You didn’t move, didn’t speak. It was as if Arthur’s words had frozen you in place. Polly took a step closer, concern etched into her face, but you raised a hand to stop her.

Arthur pressed on. “He wanted to say goodbye. Poor bastard must've known his time was up. Ezra loved you, y/n. Right to the end. And the doctor made it clear—saw it with my own eyes that even he remembered what the room felt like. He felt Ezra's desperation for you. None of this was your fault.”

Then, with an abruptness that startled even Tommy, you stood. The sofa scraped against the floor, the sound jarring in the heavy silence.

“Is that all?” you asked, your voice unnervingly calm.

Arthur frowned. “y/n—”

“Is that all?” you repeated, louder this time. You didn't wait for a response as you headed towards the door.

“y/n,” Polly called after you, concern laced in her voice.

Finn stepped forward, but you slammed the door, the echo reverberating through the room. Tommy placed his hand on Finn's shoulder with a squeeze, silently telling him to stay there.

Tommy sighed, tossing his cigarette into an ashtray. “I’ll handle it.”

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The cold air hit you like a slap, but you barely noticed. You marched into the gardens, your breath coming in sharp, shallow bursts. Your hands trembled as she gripped the edge of your blouse, your knuckles turning white as you twisted and tore at the fabric.

This was what it felt like—of the many moments where you thought the walls were caving in, this was so much worse. It wasn't just the walls. The air turned to ash and soot gathering at the bottom of your lungs until breathing turned painful. Hornets crawled up your neck, a thousand pricks of memories—of moments you wasted feeling nothing. The firm hand of guilt, the hand of what you thought was an old friend, turned into a cruel stranger, ready to squeeze your throat until you screamed.

Tommy found you seconds later, his footsteps soft against the gravel. He stayed back for a moment, watching as you struggled to catch your breath, your chest rising and falling in rapid, uneven movements.

“y/n,” he said gently, approaching you cautiously.

“Don’t,” you snapped, your voice shrill and unsteady. You held up your head in a silent threat. “Don’t come any closer.”

Tommy ignored you, stepping closer. “You’re having a panic attack,” he said calmly. “Breathe. Slowly. In through your nose, out through your mouth.”

“Don't fucking touch me!” you wailed, eyes shutting tight as you shook your head. “I can’t… Tommy, I—”

“Use it,” he said firmly, his hand settling on your shoulder.

“What the hell does that even mean?” you snapped.

“Use it,” he repeated, his tone sharper. “The anger. The guilt. The sadness. All of it. Stop fucking fighting it, and use it.”

You shook your head violently again, turning away from him. “You don’t understand. You don’t—”

“Use it,” Tommy interrupted, his voice cutting through your resistance.

Your chest tightened. You opened your eyes, gleaming with tears and bloodshot scars “I can’t,” you whispered, your voice trembling.

“You can,” he said, stepping closer again.

Your body trembled, your defenses cracking under the weight of his words. You felt the rage and grief clawing their way to the surface, demanding to be acknowledged.

But you resisted. “No,” you whispered, shaking your head again, you voice tight and strained.

“You have to. Or it's never going to stop.”

Tommy's words shattered the last of your control. You could only think to describe what happened next as a window shattering—but not from a bullet. It was a grenade. First the glass, and then the explosion, a room engulfed in blue flames. Only in this case, you didn't know if you were the window or the grenade.

A raw, guttural scream tore from your throat, the sound ripping through the still night air. You bent over to expel every last drip of sound from your lungs, your hands clawing at your chest as if trying to tear the pain out of your body. Your legs gave out, but Tommy was there before you could hit the ground. He caught you, his arms steady and unrelenting, holding you as you sobbed.

The anger poured out of you in waves—screams that dissolved into gasping sobs, your fists pounding weakly against Tommy’s chest before falling limp. Through it all, Tommy stayed silent, solid as a rock, his presence grounding you as you let the storm rage on.

When the last of your screams faded into quiet, broken breaths, you sagged against him, your face buried in his coat. You trembled in his arms, exhausted and empty.

“I didn’t mourn him,” you said finally, your voice barely above a whisper. “Not properly. I couldn’t. I—I was too angry. Too guilty. It hurt too much, so I just… locked it all away.”

Tommy crouched beside you, his piercing blue eyes meeting yours. “And now it’s catching up with you.”

You nodded, your fingers clutching at the fabric of his coat. “I didn’t let myself feel it. Not any of it. And now…” You let out a bitter laugh.

“And now, you let it go,” Tommy said without hesitation. “You felt it all at once. Now, it's time.”

You looked at him, eyes swimming with tears. “You sound like you're speaking from experience.”

“I’ve carried guilt like that,” Tommy said simply. “And I know it doesn’t do anyone any good—not you, not him. Ezra wanted you to live. He wanted you safe. That’s why he called for you.”

You let out a shaky breath, your face dropping into your hands. For a long moment, you said nothing, the only sound the distant rustle of leaves in the wind.

Finally, you looked up at him, your expression raw and vulnerable. “What now?”

“Now, you live,” Tommy said softly. “In whatever way you know how.”

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Arthur stood by the door, his eyes flitting between you and Tommy, silently taking in the way you stayed together on the ground, intertwined and coiled together. There was an unspoken rhythm between you, a quiet understanding that spoke volumes. Arthur knew Tommy well—had for years—and even though Tommy’s shoulders were tense and his jaw tight, there was something unshakable in his face. The way his eyes never left you when you spoke. The way the tension in his body began to melt, slowly, at your presence.

Michael, leaning against the far wall, let out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. He watched you two more than he wanted to. You weren’t just with Tommy—you were in Tommy’s world, with all its grit, its violence, its uncertainty. And Tommy welcomed you with open arms. It was clear to Michael now, more than it had ever been, that you weren't someone Tommy was willing to lose. You were something else to him, something deeper than any of them had fully grasped.

Even John, who had seen more of Tommy than anyone, felt the shift. He wasn’t close enough to hear the words exchanged between you two, but he’d watched the way Tommy held your gaze, the intensity in it. And when you moved closer, the fraction of space between them closing in a way that wasn’t about proximity—it was about something felt through a means other than touch. He saw Tommy’s chest rise and fall, almost like a man finally able to breathe after being suffocated for far too long.

Arthur crossed his arms, his gaze hardening slightly as he considered the way the two of you were. “Christ, they're something else,” he murmured, mostly to himself, though Michael nodded in quiet agreement. He didn’t need to say more; the two of them had been through a lot, together and apart. Arthur understood the weight that came with being part of Tommy’s world, but this—this was something else entirely.

“They’re bound by more than blood and money,” Michael said, his voice low. “I don’t know how much longer Tommy’s going to be able to keep it under wraps. She’s... everything to him. And she knows it.”

Polly slowly walked up to the door, standing between Arthur and Michael. There was a melancholy smile on her face as she looked out to you and Tommy.

"That's love, gentleman," she nodded to Michael. "It's not blood and money. That, right there, is the willing, equal exchange of power between a King and his Queen. They share the throne. And God help any man who tries to take that away from them."

[darkforestpetalkit]

Considering what we learned about Thistleclaw in Spottedleaf's Heart, Petalkit is probably in for the worst of the whole experience in this AU, huh?

First of all, I'd like to address one thing before we begin:

Spottedleaf's Heart does NOT happen in my AU. That vile book is utter trash and horribly written. I do not acknowledge that disgusting piece of garbage as canon, and I never will.

So whatever was learned from Spottedleaf's Heart? Toss it into the sun. Leave it forgotten and burned out of existence.

Now that’s out of the way, onto your question! Is Petalkit in for the worst of the whole experience in this AU?

Nope. Not really.

Sure, his training is intense, unforgiving, and unfairly brutal. But Petalkit isn’t the one on the short end of the stick. Far from! Despite the grueling experience of being Thistleclaw’s apprentice, the real nightmare is for him.

CW: Mentions of abuse, manipulation, and violence

Petalkit talks back, hits back, and isn’t afraid of him. She refuses. She’s too strong-willed, bold, defiant, and sharp to be intimidated into submission.

As far as she’s concerned, after being betrayed by every adult in her life (Oakstar, Ravenwing, Frecklewish, Appledusk, the entire Clan), authority means absolutely nothing to her. She’s already almost drowned and lost her family. So what could be worse than that?

Yes, Thistleclaw manipulates her emotions by feeding into her hatred for ThunderClan and the Warrior Code using tailored words and her anger to drive her further for his own gain. But she doesn’t make it easy for him. She’s stubborn, resistant and rebellious in ways he didn’t expect her to push back.

Does he try to beat her into submission because he’s an abusive asshole? Yes.

Does physical punishment work on her? Absolutely not.

She doesn’t cower, just gets angry and retaliates. If he hits her, she hits back. Hard. He pushes. She shoves.

Does she listen sometimes and relies on him as a guiding figure? Is she highly impressionable? Absolutely, but on her own terms. She often finds loopholes and outmaneuvers him with full out sass. She's Mapleshade's daughter afterall.

The only reason Thistleclaw hasn’t outright killed or maimed her is because she’s Mapleshade’s daughter and too valuable to give up. And to Thistleclaw’s frustration, she’s actually thriving and excelling under his training. She still trusts him enough to follow his directions and is dependent on him—just not in the way he'd like. Thistleclaw can’t help but begrudgingly respect her unbreakable spirit.

He can mold her, but he can’t break her.

So if anyone is being bullied, it’s Thistleclaw. Lol

I think you’d really enjoy the "Thistleclaw’s Bullying" tag I have! You can see some of Petalkit’s sass in action!

Thanks for the ask!

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The Lady Whistledown Papers : 2x06 The Choice (Part 1)

Welcome back, Gentle Readers, to The Lady Whistledown Papers, where I’m taking an in-depth look at Penelope Featherington and Colin Bridgerton’s character arcs and romance within the show Bridgerton!

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Time for an entire episode centered around the Anthony/Kate/Edwina triangle. Yay? You know what really is the most fascinating, though? There's a lot of Pen and Colin in this episode and yet it feels so disconnected from the main story.

Which. Look, don't get me wrong, I wouldn't be sitting here doing this if I hadn't been having fun dissecting this show. But one of it's faults is the fact that it doesn't seamlessly blend its story lines together. Season 1 tried when they had Daphne and Marina's stories merge a bit at the end. But all of the Lady Whistledown stuff, Colin's arc, Pen and Eloise, Eloise and her publisher boy, it's just on another show as the Kanthany stuff. And yes, I realize the Queen is something that does tie all of it together. And sometimes the family scenes do get things right. But for an ensemble show, sometimes these plot lines feel just a little too disconnected that it makes it jarring when they intersect. (And yes - I have had this issue with all three seasons now.) Anyway... enough of my diatribe.

Bachelor Party

Oh, this scene. I love a good ABC Brothers scene - I hope they still manage to have them post-Season 4. Anyway, while Kate and Edwina are reflecting on love and their changing lives while they have their girl night, the boys are having a drink and playing pool. And I just think the presence of the pool table in Bridgerton house (I mean, I assume that's where they are? it looks like Anthony's study, and it doesn't look like it's at a bar, so...) is really funny. Like, they hauled that thing in for this one scene and is never to be seen again. I wonder which of them is the best pool player. Hmmm.

Also - Season 2 is just full of a lot of games isn't it? Fencing, pall mall, pool. Is it a metaphor of all the games Kate and Anthony play??? Okay, I'm probably stretching there, but it is kind of fun to pick out threads like this.

Anyway, back to Colin. Anthony's being moody. Benedict is being snippy. And Colin is just hanging back being the little sass master he usually is -- teasing Benedict for drinking too much and sniding at Anthony for being a sourpuss. It's amusingly endearing. I love their dynamics so much.

Obviously, Anthony really isn't happy about who he is marrying, but there's an interesting kind of rift between him and his brothers. Anthony's story is all about obligations and duties, and feeling the weight and burden of having those things spelled out for you at birth. While Colin's story is all about feeling adrift and feeling as if he has no purpose. Anthony envies Colin (and Benedict)'s freedom to do as they choose, while Colin is envious that Anthony has some kind of meaning in his life. The grass is always greener.

Though, not that Colin is really being all that philosophical in this scene, as he is too busy being tipsy and playing pool, giggling in the background as his brothers take potshots at each other.

(I love this scene so much.)

Also, a couple technical-ish things to point out. I kind of love the way this scene is shot. The camera is meandering around, shakey and always moving, and is on angles all the time -- not only to make a nod at the amount of alcohol being consumed, but also to visually represent that disorienting and dizzying predicament Anthony has found himself in.

I also really love their outfits in this scene, just because they mesh and complement each other -- Anthony, btw, is in a dark navy blue, that is almost black, and almost looks like he's in mourning. Benedict in his deep red and golds, I haven't noticed Benedict's color patterns, huh, while Colin is in his usual pewter blues. Idk, historically accurate or not (and usually not) the costuming is just fascinating to look at to see how it represents their characters.

Also, also - Colin through the mirror shot! It doesn't mean anything, I was just amused by it. Just wait until I don't shut up about mirror imagery in Season 3. ;)

Hard to tell in the screenshot (and may bit slightly the lighting) but there is some gold embroidery in his clothing, and I'm fascinated by how much creams and yellows end up in Colin's wardrobe. I'm also fascinated by the cravats because he's going to start ditching them in Season 3 and... I have a whole lot of thoughts about that. More on that later, stay tuned...

Anyway, the scene moves on to Benedict continuing to rib Anthony, and teasing him about having an heir who will just be a mini-Anthony. And Colin jokes that hypothetical mini-Anthony will be just as much of a tyrant as his father. (And I mean, I do think Colin will actually end up having a good relationship with his nieces and nephews... this comment is merely a reflection of how much a pain in the ass older brother Anthony can be.)

Bottoms up, Colin! (This is the clearest shot I could get.)

They're toasting to the 'disagreeable sister' and, interestingly, Colin's toast is to besting her. I don't know that I even know what to do with that - other than reiterate that Colin does, indeed, have a competitive streak. And also he likes sticking it to Anthony almost as much as Benedict does.

Oh, also, there's a really tiny detail in here that I'm sure no one notices but me since I've now watched this scene like ten times in a row. At the beginning of the scene, Colin makes it a point to mention that the alcohol they're consuming is meant to be sipped. And then at the end, he downs it like a frat boy on a mission to get drunk, and chokes on it. Idk, I was amused. But considering how the rest of the episode goes, while I do think Colin very much appreciates a good drink, I don't think he spends a whole lot of time downing as much alcohol as Anthony does.

Whispers

I'll have to look up this director, because they very much are into all the camera movements this episode. Genevieve shows up for a house call, but it's really because Penelope has summoned her? The writing is slightly fuzzy. But the point is that Genevieve and Penelope need a moment to talk. And the camera swirls around them. The camera movement adds tension to the scene, as it's never settled and always suspicious.

(I went and looked, it's Tom Verica - who has worked a lot with Shonda Rimes. Interesting. Also -- the way they do directing for this show is also interesting, in that there's one director for two episodes a season. I'm going to watch for stylistic changes.)

Anyway... Penelope is seeking out info about Theo -- asking if Genevieve if she knows anything about him. Genevieve doesn't, but she picks up on the fact that Penelope is panicking slightly, and does a little herself. She tells Pen that her business is too important to let little things slide, and Penelope reassures her that her business is also important, and she'd definitely let Genevieve know if something is up.

The camera lands on Penelope and pushes in when Penelope lets it be known firmly that Lady Whistledown is not a joking matter, though she doesn't really see a problem yet.

Btw, the scoring is tense and ominous here, but comes to a point when Portia enters the scene. I love these technical details so much! It just adds so much to the drama of it.

Portia doesn't understand why Genevieve is there, but Genevieve is quick to cover saying she meant to deliver something to the Bridgerton house instead.

I love Penelope's abrupt change of demeanor. Two seconds earlier, she was hardened business woman trying to protect her interests, and while still very young, able to be an equal peer with Genevieve. And then her mother appears, and she is youthful, dutiful, childlike Penelope again, all smiles and innocence. I'm just so fascinated by performances today, apparently.

As Genevieve leaves, Penelope faces away from her mother to watch the modiste leave, her face falling, a look of worry on it. Meanwhile, Portia walks by scoffing at the fact that a woman runs her own business -- stating it's no wonder her mind is scattered. An obvious judgment, and an ironic statement since Pen, too, is a woman running her own business.

Btw, despite the fact that the previous episode made it a point that the Featheringtons are no longer getting invitations to things, they're on their way to the Bridgerton wedding. Did the Queen decide to just invite everyone then? Huh.

Pre-Wedding

What being in fandom feels like sometimes...

Ah, Bridgerton memes, you will never not be funny.

Violet is trying her best to get a move on of things -- they have Anthony's wedding to attend! I love the family chaos of it all.

Colin is hung. over. The light bothering him. His family being too loud. The stinging headache. (Ngl, it's kinda funny) I LOVE Violet's remark to Benedict -- 'Whatever you've done to your brother, undo it.' It is such a mom line and I love it so much.

Colin comments that he doesn't have the same capacity for alcohol as his brothers. And I mean, this checks. Anthony was downing bottles of alcohol last season, and Benedict gives off more fratboy energy. Unlike his brothers, Colin is usually more in tune with living with his feelings, and doesn't usually use narcotics to suppress them. It's really only when they get extreme does he reach out for something external (such as getting high in Greece or getting incredibly trashed in season 3).

Casual drunkeness isn't Colin's style.

Benedict's suggestion for the hangover, however, is more alcohol! Is this payback for Colin getting Benedict high? Or just amusement on his half? Idk, it's interesting. But Colin is going to take it. I want to point out, now, that Colin is drinking in nearly every scene of this episode, and I do think there's more to it than just an attempt at nursing a hangover.

We'll get there. For now, we have a wedding to get to!! :)

[writing-until-i-drop]

Something About The Moon Brings Us Together | Ch. 7

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Buck was waiting for the day that Eddie came clean about being a werewolf. The entire 118 pack had scented it on him during his first day but he hadn’t brought it up or taken Bobby up on his offer to join them for their full moon night in the mountains. As it turns out, Christopher was going to force his father’s hand because in the middle of Buck’s living room was a half-transformed and terrified child.

Or: The one where Buck takes care of the Diaz boys, especially when Christopher turns out to be a werewolf too.

The 118 family gets around to paying out their Buddie betting pool and Eddie makes a deal with Buck.

a/n: Sorry I disappeared for a week BUT here is almost 2900 words to help you forgive me <3

Eddie kept Buck close, an arm around the taller man’s waist, occasionally stopping their walk back to the cabin for kisses. All of the earlier panic had been silenced the moment Buck said I love you back, a confirmation that settled deep in his chest. Buck had been eager to please as usual and Eddie had no complaints about getting a blowjob in the woods but he was looking forward to getting Buck home so he could repay the favor. Had Eddie ever had gay sex before? Absolutely not. But he was sure he could figure it out.

Christopher was going to be excited about the news of his dad and Buck dating, the kid already saw Buck as a second dad, and this was just further confirmation that all of these years playing house, wishing that Buck didn’t have to go to his loft at the end of the night, were a dress rehearsal for the real thing. 

“Oh my God,” Buck laughed, “Those assholes bet on us.” As they came into the clearing, the adults of the pack were standing on the back porch, obviously exchanging money. 

“Are you really surprised?” Eddie sassed even though he felt embarrassment creep up his neck. Buck kissed his shoulder, settling the nerves before they could take hold.

“I’m more surprised Chimney didn’t spill the beans before now.” 

“And here comes the happy couple now,” Hen announced with a flourish of her hands. “I’m not going to ask why you’re covered in mud.” 

“Why, you don’t want to take bets on it?” Eddie rolled his eyes. Not a single one of them seemed embarrassed in the least. “So, who won?” Hen clapped her hands together in excitement as she began to explain.

“Our big winner was Bobby, picking the right time frame for you getting together.”

“Pops!” Buck gasped, “Seriously?” 

“I make no apologies but I will make mac and cheese for you during the next shift.” Buck folded faster than a house of cards, 

“Deal, you’re forgiven.” Yep. That was his boyfriend/husband, easily bought with a home cooked dinner. Especially if the person cooking was Bobby.

“Karen bet that it would be Buck who convinced Eddie to join us for the full moon, Chimney bet that there would be a claiming before a love confession, sorry, Maddie.” Maddie huffed, flipping off her husband who grinned in return.

“That’s why you were pressing me to confess when we got here?” Buck sounded a bit betrayed, a small pang of sadness echoing through their bond. Eddie tried to purposefully send emotions over the bond, pushing love and affection Buck’s way only to receive it in return seconds later.

“To be fair, I called your crush on Eddie the same week that you met and have been trying to get you to come clean ever since.” 

“That long, huh?” Eddie teased softly, kissing Buck’s cheek and then again when his cheeks turned pink beneath Eddie’s lips. 

“Shut up.” 

-

The drive down the mountain was similar to how the drive up had been days before. Except Christopher’s questions centered around when Buck was going to move in with them and if he was going to be taking over all of the cooking duties from now on, and just like before, Eddie was listening intently to the answers as well. Then the Diaz boys fell asleep, Eddie’s hand on his thigh once again, and this time Buck could enjoy the feeling instead of freaking out about it. 

“Stay the night?” Eddie asked when they got to his house, waiting until Christopher was inside to press Buck against the Jeep and kiss him softly. “We can talk more about you moving in once Chris goes to bed.” Moving in with the Diaz boys would be a dream come true. He had been treating their house as his nest anyways, cooking, cleaning, taking care of Eddie and Chris, and how it could really be his. It was a little overwhelming if he was being honest.

“We have a shift in the morning,” Buck reminded him, sliding his hands into Eddie’s back pockets and giving his ass a squeeze just because he could. 

“So?” Eddie asked, kissing Buck’s neck. Buck relaxed against the Jeep, eyes fluttering shut, sparks of desire shooting through him. “We can save gas, commute together.” Yeah. Uh huh. Saving the environment. His brain was struggling to stay online as Eddie teased Buck’s neck with his teeth, “And if you can be quiet, maybe I can finally get my mouth on your cock.” 

“Fuck.” Eddie chuckled, nipping at Buck’s pulse. “Eddie, while I really, really, really want to do that,” Buck’s voice was an unconvincing, breathy whine. “We should probably be responsible and-” Buck pushed Eddie back by the shoulders but held on to keep him close. “Sorry, really hard to think when you’re pressed up against me like that.” 

“As much as I love that big brain of yours, baby, can we please just be stupid and in love for a little bit?” When Eddie pouted like that, who was Buck to tell him no? 

“Fine but I want Thai for dinner and you’re buying,” Eddie leaned in, closing his lips over Buck’s. Buck sighed into the kiss, cupping Eddie’s stubbled jaw, brushing his thumb over where he knew was a small scar from Eddie’s fighting days. If someone didn’t know it was there, they would never spot it, but Buck knew it was there because it was a reminder of the time when he had abandoned his family.

“Being sad while I’m kissing you is not reassuring, Buck,” Eddie broke away, his tone teasing but there was uncertainty in his eyes that tugged at Buck’s heart strings. 

“I was thinking about the lawsuit,” Eddie’s frown deepened. “Yeah, I know, not exactly horny time material.” 

“I forgave you for that a long time ago,” Eddie pressed a quick kiss to Buck’s lips, once, twice, three times. “Now come on, Chris is going to need someone to help him with his science homework and you know it’s not going to be me.” 

-

Luckily for Eddie, Christopher actually volunteered to go to bed early. Christopher had spent all of dinner telling stories about what they had missed on their “run through the woods” and reopening the line of questioning of when Buck was going to move in. What caught Eddie by surprise was when Chris asked if Buck could hang back a second after he got into bed. 

A few minutes later, Buck came out with tears in his eyes, with what Eddie was coming to recognize as his “calming” scent heavy in the air. Buck didn’t say a word, dropping down on the couch beside Eddie and burying his face into Eddie’s neck. 

They had always been close, trading casual touches, but this level of physical affection was a lot different than that. Hell, even with Shannon he hadn’t been overly touchy. But now that he had a free pass to have his hands on Buck? Eddie was surprised how easy and addicting it was to give and receive affection.

“He made me pinky swear that no matter what happens between me and you, that I’d always be his Buck. I mean,” Buck sniffled. “This morning I was worried you’d never let me see him again.” Fuck that hurt. Buck really thought he’d take Christopher away from him? Of course he did. Buck had a self-deprecating streak a mile wide and abandonment issues that worked in tandem to fill Buck’s head with depressing thoughts.

“I’d never do that to you, no matter what happened,” Eddie reassured Buck, kissing his blonde curls. Tomorrow Buck would probably gel them down and Eddie would miss them, counting down the minutes until they got off shift and he could run his fingers through Buck’s hair to loosen the product enough to bring them back to life. “No take backsies, remember?” Eddie’s tease was rewarded with a soft chuckle from Buck and his wolf purred, feeling the contentment roll off of mate. “Come on, sweetheart. Let’s go to bed.” 

“Like sleep bed or bed bed?” Buck asked, lips grazing over Eddie’s pulse point, sending a shiver of desire through the alpha. “Because I seem to remember being promised something if I stayed.” Buck’s sweet scent perfumed the air and Eddie knew Buck was thinking about Eddie’s mouth on his cock. 

Eddie chuckled, low and rough. He grabbed Buck’s hips tightly, holding him in place as he grinded up against the omega, relishing in the soft groan Buck breathed against Eddie’s neck. 

“You’re right, baby,” Eddie placed an open mouthed kiss on Buck’s neck, feeling Buck’s rapid heartbeat. It drove Eddie crazy knowing that not only could he get this reaction out of Buck but he could also enjoy it. “You’ve been so good to me and to Chris over the last few days,” Eddie’s grinds didn’t stop and neither did his slow and methodical attack on Buck’s neck. Buck’s scent got stronger with his arousal and Eddie imagined that his own was doing the same from the way Buck was breathing him in. “And I think you deserve some thanks for being so good.” 

Buck shivered, letting out a soft whine. Buck tried to move his hips, trying to speed up the pace of the grinds but Eddie held him steady, taking control of the situation. 

“Why don’t you go to the bedroom and I’ll be in in a second to show you how much I appreciate you.” 

Buck didn’t have to be told twice. He nipped at Eddie’s shoulder where he knew the mating bite laid beneath Eddie’s shirt, drawing out a groan from his alpha, before practically running to the bedroom. Buck pulled off his shirt and pants and crawled into bed, positioning himself upright against the pillows. 

This was far from his first time in Eddie’s bedroom but now that he had a claim - well, an official claim - to the Diaz boys, the comforting feeling of Eddie’s scent all around him was even more comforting. Technically, he wasn’t due his next heat for a month but he felt the familiar need to make a nest with the soft blankets and pillows on the bed kicking up in his chest but he pushed it down. It must have just been a side effect of being recently mated. 

Buck was squirming to stay still and be patient, waiting for Eddie to come into the bedroom. Patience had never been his strong suit but Eddie had called him good, not once, but twice, and he was determined to continue being good. When Eddie finally did come into the bedroom, he looked absolutely delicious, leaning up against the door frame with his arms crossed. Buck swallowed hard, squirming even more under Eddie’s intense gaze. 

“You look so good in my bed,” Eddie’s voice was low and rough and doing things to Buck, who was hanging onto the last thread of his sanity with both hands. “I…I think you should be in it every night.” 

Buck’s brain went a little fuzzy at Eddie’s words, trying to wrap his head around them. Buck had always been the impulsive one. Moving into Abby’s place, asking people to move in with him when he wasn’t even sure if he loved them, and Eddie was the guy who had a panic attack at the idea of being in a ready-made family with Ana. 

So for Eddie to be the one asking Buck to move in after all of the rapidly life changes in the past few days, it was a lot for Buck to wrap his head around. But really, in what universe would Buck ever say no to Eddie?

“Okay, yeah,” Buck nodded, digging his fingers into the blankets in anticipation. “Is it like a, I should break my lease tomorrow kind of “you should be in my bed every night” or more of a “I want you to come over but afterwards you should still go home” kind of thing?” Buck stammered, his nerves getting the best of him. “Because I’m okay with whatever you want… I mean, do you-” 

“Buck,” Eddie’s amused voice caught his attention, stopping his rambling. Eddie closed the distance between them, crawling onto the bed so that he was above Buck. His big, brown eyes were soft and full of adoration, making Buck’s heart flutter. “I, we, me and Christopher want you to stay. Will you stay?” 

“Always,” Buck didn’t even have to think about it. And he didn’t have the brain power to think about anything else as Eddie began to press open mouth kisses on Buck’s throat and down his chest. “E-Eddie.”

“Shh, you don’t want to wake up our son now do you?” Buck had to slam a hand over his mouth to keep quiet. He finally had everything he wanted and now all he had to do was be quiet and enjoy it. 

Buck knew that Eddie had never done anything with a man but the enthusiasm rolling off of the other man in waves was dizzying. Eddie didn’t hesitate before removing Buck’s sweats and boxers in one go, continuing his assault of messy kisses and love bites over Buck’s thighs.

“Jesus Christ,” Buck moaned, grabbing a pillow to shove on top of his face to keep himself muffled.

“You look so good covered in all of my marks,” Eddie whispered, almost reverently, tracing what Buck knew was a bite mark left over from when Eddie had pretty much used him as a chew toy during the full moon. “You look so pretty for me.” Pretty. That was a new one but it made Buck shiver all the same. He could hear the smugness in Eddie’s voice as he continued teasing, pressing kisses everywhere but where Buck needed him most. “You like that, huh? You like being my pretty, little…omega.” 

“Fuck,” Buck grunted, his hips giving a little thrust at the words. Eddie chuckled, sounding proud of himself for figuring out what to say to get Buck all worked up. Buck put the pillow down, glaring playfully at Eddie who was looking smug. “You’re an assh-” His words turned into a groan that he needed to stifle as Eddie licked a firm stripe up the underside of Buck’s angry, weeping cock. 

“I’m sorry, baby, what were you saying?” Oh God, that bastard. Buck flipped him off with the hand that wasn’t covering his mouth and Eddie just grinned wider. Buck watched as Eddie began to teasingly lick and kiss his cock, trying his best to keep his noises quiet. “My perfect omega, all needy and desperate for me.” 

Buck’s soul nearly left his body as Eddie began taking inch-by-inch of Buck into his warm, wet mouth. Fuck. Buck was going to die right there with Eddie’s mouth on his cock and even his ghost was going to be embarrassed by the inscription on his headstone. Here lies Evan Buckley, killed by a blowjob from his best friend. 

When Eddie got about half of Buck down his throat, Buck felt him gag, his throat constricting around Buck’s cock and he groaned at the feeling. Eddie came back up, pressing a kiss to the slick tip.

“Feeling good, baby?” Eddie asked, a tinge of uncertainty in his voice as he stroked Buck.

“So fucking good, Eds. Why are you so good at this?” Eddie’s cheeks went pink and Buck knew it had to do with more than just the compliment. “Eddie…”

“When I told you to come back here and wait for me, I might have googled how to give a blowjob.” Buck’s heart swelled at the idea of Eddie wanting to do a good job so much that he looked it up and it just made him love Eddie more.

“Eds, that’s-” Adorable. He was going to say adorable. At least he was before Eddie took Buck back into his mouth and sucked, hollowing his cheeks, effectively turning off higher brain function in Buck. He went boneless, biting down on his lip to keep his noises to a minimum as Eddie worked him over, seemingly desperate to show Buck what he had learned from the internet. 

It was over far too quickly for Buck’s liking, not embarrassingly so, but still. When he gasped and babbled, trying to tell Eddie to pull off, that he was going to cum, Eddie just doubled down until Buck released into his mouth. 

“Holy shit,” Buck panted, reaching for Eddie, who crawled up the bed and gave Buck a soft kiss. “I think you killed me.” 

Eddie laughed with his whole chest, smiling and guiding Buck to lay down with him. 

“I’ll take that as a good review then.” 

“Oh yeah, 10/10, 5 stars, A+,” Buck rambled until Eddie shut him up with another soft kiss. “I love you.” 

“I love you too,” Eddie reached back to turn off the bedside lamp before snuggling close, holding Buck tight. Buck felt nothing but love, affection, and satisfaction through their mating bond and he let those feelings wash over him like warm, ocean waves, lulling him to sleep. 

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[literallysimjaeyun]

kenma hcs cuz i view him differently

(time skip ver.)

• sass god, will make you second guess everything decision you’ve ever made by one statement if u piss him off

• is actually a hell of a good cook but is picky as fuck

• when he was little up until the ripe age of 13 he had those plates that would separate all the food from each other, he didn’t like it when food got mixed and would claim it “takes away from his full eating experience”

• avid genshin player

• can actually be really funny when he’s in a comfortable environment (i.e, with close friends and family)

• spends most of his time in sweats and sweaters but when asked to he can and WILL out-dress you

• lowk was born into a loaded family. like his entire extended family lives in mansions n shii

• dabbles in the flute

• thinks toe shoes are fucking pointless and made an entire video essay on it in high school (is the reason he got internet famous)

• owns 2 cats, a black one and a calico one (obviously)

• used to be a lightweight but now can somehow chug beer after shot after beer and be un phased almost

• once streamed genshin for almost 24 hours

• will sit you down and explain the entirety of the fnaf lore because he memorized all of it (#projecting)

• favourite food is bread, just like, any type of bread, he fucking loves it

• i know hes canonically more closed off and doesn’t say much, but i feel like once he officially became a ceo something in him like turned and he suddenly started to become a pretty good spokesperson. he’d completely shut down almost completely afterwards tho. like he uses every fucking ounce of his social battery for events and meetings but then locks himself in his office or a small room w his headphones to help him recharge

• will go all out for halloween, no exceptions. he’s got a meeting? he’s dressing up. travelling? costume on. streams every year on halloween and plays horror games in the most intricate costumes (they all end up getting destroyed because of his tomfooleries during streams lol)

• he likes lofi, he’ll listen to it to fall asleep and when he’s working. but i feel like he’d also be a hyper pop type of guy too, maybe even sprinkle in some dad rock?? he doesn’t really go down rabbit holes for artists he just likes songs and adds them to a huge ass playlist

• chocolate ice cream truther, he loves that shit

• reading books doesn’t register in his brain. he can absolutely read!! but he can’t do books. comics, manga, news articles, paper work he can do!! but novels give him a hard time

• this lowk spicy but if hes doing the dirty, praise and hair pulling keep him going

• mans is a SUCKER for thighs. he just is.

• sneaker head tbh

• a strong believer in comfort sweaters

[gilly-moon]

Vlad Redemption Real (a glitch in time)

I HAVE SO MANY THOUGHTS ABOUT THIS AAAAA putting them under a read more because major spoilers (there's a lot under there I'm so sorry I got carried away this comic is just really incredible)

Vlad coming to this decision on his own is what really makes it for me. The main crew never really asked him or expected him to change. For a lot of the comic, he's the butt of the joke and it's what he deserves. But then he witnessed Danny having his own emotional breakthrough. Being able to see how powerful Danny became after embracing his emotions and letting go of his inner turmoil...like, that did it. He finally let himself look inward too, recognizing his own faults and the hurt that he had caused himself all these years. The focus of the scene is Danny, but I love how clear it is that Vlad's entire perspective just shifted, too

The moment where he tells Dark Danny that because he's part-Plasmius too, that means he's full of emotions, and that he's full of fear......my jaw dropped. Vlad admitting that he's deeply afraid of being alone, and that he pursued ultimate power in the hopes it could fix his loneliness. Doing so hurt all of the people he wanted to have in his life, and made sure he would never recieve the love he so desperately wanted. He says this in front of all of the people that he hurt the most, and he doesn't ask for forgiveness from any of them.

(Also fear being Vlad's driving emotion behind his power, just....ruin me.)

BUT HE TAKES IT A STEP FURTHER. No one is suggesting that Dark Danny needs to overshadow someone as a solution to his unstable form. Vlad comes forward unprompted and offers himself up, as an apology. An apology to the people of his timeline that he hurt, and to Dark Danny. He isn't the Vlad that created Dark Danny, but he knows the potential to be that guy was always in him, so he takes the faults of that other Vlad on his own shoulders. And still, he isn't seeking forgiveness, just a second chance. More time, to do something good with his life before it's gone. Danny tells Vlad he still hates him, but thanks him, and the smile Vlad responds with is everything to me. They're not friends. The wounds he caused aren't healed. But that little thank you is proof that Vlad is already making a difference in the world

He gets to be a guardian to Dark Danny!!!! He gets a family!!!! And it's broken, and hurt, and kind of fucked up, but this is all he ever wanted, and he has the chance now to do better for himself and for Dan. He already understands the root of his problem, the pain and fear that has been driving him all these years. The path forward is gonna be messy and hard for him & Dan, but the first steps are the hardest, and he's already taken them.

All that being said, he better continue being an insufferable fruitloop. Never let the sass die, you silly vampire ghost man.

Sjfkxnskd wow sorry this response turned into a whole essay. This is what happens when you prompt a neurodivergent to talk about their hyperfixations. And I didn't even get into the pompep potential in all of this. Anyways I love Vlad more than ever and agit is perfection.

[lilo-jacos]

them as Disney characters

Mare - Esmeralda (The Hunchback of Notre Dame) Targeted for being different and "evil" because of her culture, wants to help others who are mistreated, on the run, sexy as hell, I mean what, falls in love with an upperclassman, the style, similar looks... I think this is the best possible option. Her mannerisms and movements and voice even is just perfect.

Cal - Simba (The Lion King) This one might not need an explanation but I'll give one anyway. Raised to be a king from childhood before his destiny got stripped away from him and he had to adapt to life as a non royal. Plus his spirit animal would be a lion.

Maven - Book One: Hans (Frozen) All other books following: Frollo (The Hunchback of Notre Dame) Starts as an actor to become the villain. In later books he makes his real personality very um... Abundant... Which matches Frollo in that he is manipulative, paranoid, uses his status to it's full extent, hates children, kills babies (that part hurt me 😢), has a teensy bit of a crush on Esmeralda AKA Mare and will see her in his fireplace even though he's still going to try to kill her later... But that's not a red flag at ALL😇

Kilorn - Pascal (Tangled) Sassy, bestie of the main character, starts off rough kind of hating his best friend's love interests and giving them dirty looks, though through all his sass we all love him for being adorable. His green eyes match Pascal! I was going to give him Flounder, he's still half and half between the two, but I feel like the judgement on everyone from Pascal couldn't be ignored.

Farley - Mulan (Mulan) Badass soldier fighting in honor of her father, wants a better future for her people, underestimated, becomes general in the end, doesn't care about what's traditional.

Shade - Judy Hopps (Zootopia) Wanting to make the world a better place, worked and trained hard to be an officer, partners with the sly fox (Farley = Nick Wilde in this scenario), good with kids, underestimated because of who he is. His nickname is rabbit, I mean it's perfect.

Gisa - Evie (Descendants) Fashion ICON, dreaming of a fairytale. Coming from a bad neighborhood but still loving her nice things, though staying humble. Chasing after boys (Kilorn) even though the entire fandom knows she's bi. I've said it before and I'll say it a hundred more times... Gisa is Evie and Mare is Mal. Without a doubt. Look up scenes with them and it's an otherworldly experience.

Side Note: I rewatched The Hunchback of Notre Dame again just to make sure I gave accurate descriptions and YOU CANNOT TELL ME characters dynamics in that movie aren't amazing for this. Esmeralda is literally Mare while living in the Stilts. Phoebus is Cal through and through even though I put him as Simba. Maven is literally Frollo dramatizing everything over Mare and taking things to VERY dangerous measures (ahem burning down houses and drowning families) to find her and her little boyfriend. Imagine them having the Feast of Thieves in Norta? They would enjoy it. And Mare pulling something like Esmeralda did is so up her alley, I wouldn't doubt she would do that and get everyone's attention in doing so.

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my thoughts while watching the chronicles of narnia: prince caspian (movie)

-peter and caspian, stop looking at each other like that

-LITERALLY, STOP IT

-I CAN SEE YOU AND SUSAN TOO

-🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨

-‘i apologize my lord, the blame is mine’

‘i know’

wow miraz, you really are just kind of a dick

-save me reepicheep save me

-my sister doens’t like caspian :((

-reminder to draw fanart for this later

-YOU TWO STOP IT *whips out spray bottle*

-we love the character growth edmund

-TUMNUS SEEN ON WALL??

-fire >:)))))

-ooh hoo, stone table

-OMG WAIT, IS THAT ACTUALLY TUMNUS

-okay, so just, hear me out. peter is talking war plans and it just pans to caspian looking at him. just looking at him. save me reepicheep

-“we can collect nuts!”

“yes, and THROW THEM AT THE TELMARINES”

-yes lucy

-WOW PETER (sarcasm)

-BIG BIRD

-OH THOSE ARE GRIFFINS

-guys, have people turned this into a play like they did for the lion, the witch, and the wardrobe

-i want to be caspian

-(i should be doing my homework)

-i take it back, i want to be reepicheep

-the sass of these characters, i’m going insane

-but caspian’s outfit. . . i want it

-GASP BETRAYAL

-“some families might have considered this inappropriate behavior”

miraz, he is holding a sword to your throat

-this feels like the spider-man pointing at himself meme, but it’s just them on the verge of a chain reaction of killing three people

-minh says that this is ‘like king fu panda 2 all of over again’

-(on an unrelated note, i love shen so much, he’s so great) (you know, for being a peacock who also tried to wipe out the entire race of pandas)

-ruh roh

-love susan <3 <3

-peter, naaaaauuuurrrrrrrrr

-got so scared edmund’s torch wouldn’t work for a hot sec

-sometimes it’s just really nice to see an evil guy who’s obviously evil and has no moral qualms about his evilness; i don’t need him to have a tragic backstory, i just want to simply hate him

-“santa fe” (newsies) is so peter and caspian right now; just the vibes

-(“guys are fighing, bleeding falling, thanks to good ol’ captain jack peter”)

-(captain jack caspian just wants to close his eyes and go”)

-OH MAN THIS HITS SO MUCH HARDER THAN THE FIRST MOVIE

- :((((((((

-did not realize lucy was just, chilling at the stone table the whole time

-“i am not the one who abandoned narnia”

WHOA DUDE CHILL

-OKAY BOTH OF YOU CHILL

-edmund, we love you

-why do peter and caspian keep trying to sword fight each other

-you’re great trumpkin (that name aged well)

-this is really great, i’m enjoying myself

-sigggghhhhhhh

-they actually quoted that like pretty much from the book

-ooooh, chills

-caspian, shut up, shut up right now

-OH, THEY’RE ACTUALLY KINDA CLOSE TO SUMMONING HER

-IN THE BOOK THEY DIDN’T EVEN DO ANYHTING FOR IT YET, THEY JSUT SPECULATED AND THEN THE PEVENIES COME IN AND MURDER PEOPLE

-NO STOP IT

-YES PETER

-YES EVERYBODY ELSE

-okay, now the pevensies are going in and killing everyone

-bye nikabrik

-“get away from him”

how protective of you peter

-YES EDMUND

-it’s like he went about full circle; being so tempted by the witch in his moments of weakness in the first movie, and then ending her int he second

-susan and caspian 🤨🤨🤨 i see you two

-i like hair

-PETE?????

-nuh uh, peter is not a ‘pete’

-okay, and now we are back to the ‘caspian and peter staring into each other’s eyes’ game

-“tell me prince edmund—“

“king, actually. it’s king edmund.”

oh you tell him edmund

-miraz, stop being threatened by thirteen year olds

-ah yes, this truly shows the courage of the new king, because it really shows your courage by fighting the CHILDREN

-susan and caspian 🥰

-i want to spoil it so bad because i’ve already read the book, but i WON’T. i’m not THAT MUCH of an asshole, at least not right now (i mean for my siblings, you’re the one reading this, you should be expecting spoilers from my half formed thoughts)

-“how many more must die for the throne”

“just one”

okay, slay peter

-i don’t believe there was ever really a romance (or even something hinted as such) in the book between caspian and susan?? (sorry, trying not to be one of those people who constantly offer unwanted commentary on how the movie adaption was nothing like the book, and how that obviously makes it inferior) (TO BE CLEAR, I”M SYAING NOTHING OF THE SORT, JUST AN OBSERVATION)

-CASPIAN SAVING SUSAN, LOVE THAT FOR THEM

-my sister is changing her opinions on caspian so quickly

-i need my other sister and brother to genuinely shut the fuck up, so sorry the battle in our school production is so much shittier than this one 🙄

-“young :)”

“but. . . his majesty is doing extremely well for his age”

XD

-mmhm, just very platonically hold his hand like that, keep going caspian

-(am i going insane) (did i imagine that)

-the slow-mo is killing me (softly)

-wish they kept in the whole captain killing miraz because ‘that was for the insult you gave me this morning’ i still find that hilarious 😂

-WHOA, MAKING CASPIAN DO IT

-~intense staring~

-WHOA, he didn’t do it

-love that for us

-snaps for caspian y’all

-snap

-snap

-snap

-snap

-OH WAIT, HE DID IT, MIRAZ IS DEAD

-THAT’S THE ENDING I WANTED

-OH WAIT, NO, I TAKE IT BACK, STOP LYING

-OKAY NOW WE’RE AT WAR

-“respect for horses”

“no respect for horses. respect for unicorns though :)”

my sisters everyone

-i like that we get more caspian + pevensies bonding time in this

-love you reepicheep

-i forgot that they call the stone table ‘aslan’s how’ now

-oh man, oh snap

-nO SUSAN (i think she and edmund are my favorite pevensies)

-ah ha, aslan’s back

-khiem, my darling idiot brother, don’t pretend like you know anything about war (no i don’t either)

-if there IS an on stage production for this, i want there to be people dressed as trees to swoop in; like, actual tree costumes

-i think my other brother, minh, should shut the fuck up and let me enjoy my damned movie

-whoa, water dude

-soldiers: see giant water dude attacking them from the river, proceed to JUMP INTO SAID RIVER

-“there are so many parts that could be removed and it would still be good. like, the white witch scene is just weird :/”

MINH, THAT’S NOT THE FUCKING POINT

JUST BECAUSE IT DOESN’T IMMEDIATELY MOVE THE PLOT FORWARD DOESN’T MEAN IT’S COMPLETELY USELESS

THE CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT AND CONFLICT THAT WE SEE IN THE WHITE WITCH SCENE ISN’T JUST, FILLER

IN FACT, I THINK THE MOVIE IS LOW-KEY BETTER THAN THE BOOK BECAUSE WE HAVE ALL OF THOSE ‘USELESS WEIRD SCENES’

THEY ADD SO MUCH

I LIKE THEM

-omg, reepicheep

-(my scab is itchy)

-caspian looking for susan?? 🤨🤨

-susan is so pretty 😍

-i can just imagine how this could pan out on stage

-i’m so normal about this

-i never want them to leave narnia

-“after all, we’re not really needed here anymore” (peter)

“when will you return” (caspian)

“i’m afraid that’s just it. we’re not coming back” (susan)

the LOOKS that are being exchanged in these lines

-i hate that narnia has an age limit (i’d be too old >:( )

-THE HEIGHT DIFFERENCE BETWEEN SUSAN AND CASPIAN IS WILD

-HAH KISS

THAT WAS CUTE

-I’M SAD

-“it wouldn’t have worked out anyway”

“why not?”

“i’m like 1300 years older than you :_)”

--i don’t want susan to talk to that guy who didn’t take the hint in the beginning

-okay the end

-i might have more thoughts later on

-my fav is still reepicheep :)