#the guilt would immediately SMASH into him so hard and

[princescar]

what makes me so crazy is matsuda doesnt really want to hurt anyone, he wants to do good for the world but is stuck in this endless cycle of trying to keep the girl he loves safe. did he have to kill those people? yes. because it would keep her safe. did he have to hide those bodies? also yes. because it kept her safe. did he have to drug her? yes. because shes trying to end the world and hurt herself along with it. while technically he didnt have to do any of this it wouldve killed him to let her get hurt or die, thats why he tries to kill her because maybe then she’ll stop being such a risk to herself. fully believe he either wouldnt have gone through with it or if he did kill her he wouldve gone down with her. he cant live without her, and after everything she does remember him. scrubs face Hi

He loves her so much it slaughters me.

Like, the contrast between his previous two murders and how he tries to kill her. With Soshun he's trying to dissociate, he dehumanizes him and refers to him as a "thing", and he has to squeeze his eyes shut because he just can’t handle it. It's horrific. With Yuto, its quick but violent, head completely snapped at 180 degrees. He feels guilt, but he’s at the point where he doesn’t really care, because its no longer the worse thing he's done. His death isn’t lingered on. Its detached.

But with Ryoko, he is described as being gentle multiple times, he's looking into her eyes. He tries to be comforting by telling her she doesn’t have to remember anymore. Its romantic. Soshun is a threat to junko's safety, so he is viewed as a monster. Yuto is an obstacle in the way of protecting Junko, so he is viewed as an object. Ryoko is Junko, so this is viewed as an act of love.

I noticed that he will often talk about how necessary killing them was for junko's sake, but he’s only saying that to himself to make the guilt go down easier; as mastuda knew soshun couldn’t hear him and yuto was dead (and he didn’t acknowledge ryoko's presence until after) when he said he needed to kill them for her. But he outright says that killing Junko is for his sake, and its another parallel i find so interesting.

[revelboo]

Any tips for getting over nerves for posting writings or headcanons in the transformers fandom... I'm trying my best to not be do nervous

In my case, I tend to think of these short form fics as first drafts- I’m telling myself a story and it doesn’t have to be perfect (that’s what they were always meant to be, but things got a bit out of hand), but that mentality helps so I don’t fret and stress about whether it’s good enough. If it makes you happy, go for it!

Bad Idea Pt 20

TFP Soundwave x Reader

• Sprawled flat on your back, staying out of the pool is harder than you’d have thought. Mostly because when he leaves, you’re bored out of your mind. Really need to ask him if there’s anything you can do. Doubt you can actually help him in any way, but it’s infuriating being directionless. Useless. Glancing at the pool, you catch big bird shuffling slightly on his perch. Watching and waiting for you to screw up so he can tattle. Or so he can try to drown you. Figuring out what the drone’s thinking as his head tips, staring at you, is beyond you. Though, you’ve been trying to play nice for Soundwave. To pretend you don’t hate his awful brat.

• Tendrils drawing closer to his frame as he works to repair a console, Soundwave goes out of his way to pointedly not look in the direction of Megatron’s throne. Specifically the warlord’s little human since aside from a faintly jingling harness and a short little mostly sheer covering, they’re bare. Already one of the Vehicons had glanced at the human, attention drawn by the faint, silvery sound of the harness and Megatron had smashed them face first into a console. Repeatedly. Making more work for him. Knows his oldest friend’s moods are ever shifting. That he’d dressed the human that way knowing someone would look and knowing he’d lash out. Amusing himself by causing chaos.

• “Hey, big bird,” you call out and his plating ruffles up in jagged, offended angles. Well. You’re off to a great start. “Look, you could tell me your name if you don’t want me to call you that. I mean, we should get along.��� Especially since you’re banging his alien daddy. Which, come to think of it, is probably most of why he hates you. Shuffling further away from you on his perch, he turns his back to you in an obvious dismissal. Alright then, so much for that. “Don’t be that way. I can call you worse things.” And he’s glaring hatefully at you again. “Like Tweetie Pie.”

• Stilling as Megatron slips up beside him, idly toying with a loose wire as he surveys the damage he’d done without any guilt, Soundwave waits. “You have a human, too,” Megatron says swapping to Cybertronian and it’s not really a question, but he inclines his head anyway. Studying the warlord, there’s something like uncertainty in his optics and the grim set of his mouth. And he wonders what Megatron’s human is to him. A toy? A distraction? Or do you actually matter? “Does yours care for you?” Tendrils flicking restlessly, it clicks. Megaton’s so used to just taking, conquering. But genuine affection? That’s not something he can demand and just seize for himself. It’s something he has to earn, so you must matter to him. Isn’t sure what to make of that.

• Shrieking and ducking when big bird dives at your head, you run away swearing. Why couldn’t you just leave him alone? But no, you had to antagonize the little psycho. Had known the second his optics had dimmed that he was somehow looking up the name the way Soundwave had done when the little brat had blabbed that you’d called him a DILF. And big bird slams into your back, knocking you flat. Grabbing and pulling your hair with his beak while you smack at him and curse. And a shadow falls across you both. Eyes wide, you realize there’s a masked and visored mech you don’t know looming over you. And he awkwardly lifts a hand. “Question,” he says and big bird pinches your ear hard, before turning to face the stranger, wings flared aggressively. Protecting you? The stranger backs away immediately, both hands up submissively.

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[ashwhowrites]

Hi! I was wondering if you could do a billy hargrove x reader where they’re at a party (i’d like the whole crew to all be friends robin, steve, nancy, billy, eddie) and reader wanders off for a minute. she somehow gets in the middle of a fight and someone hits her. she comes up to billy crying and he goes into super protective mode? idk i thought it sounded kind of cute i love your writing!!

I miss Billy. And thank you so much!!! I hope this is what you wanted and you enjoy it. Thank you for requesting <3

Bodyguard

Billy and Y/N have been together for almost two years. They met when he moved into town, she was swept away by his charming smile and blue eyes. She was a grade younger, now finally in her senior year alongside Eddie and Robin. Billy graduated with Steve and Nancy, but they all still hung out. And since Y/N was in high school knew the popular crowd, and was King Billy's girlfriend, she got invited to a lot of parties. And the group was always happy to tag along.

Billy, Steve, and Eddie were hanging outside, passing around a cigarette as they leaned against the back of the house. Robin, Nancy, and Y/N were inside, dancing and getting drinks. The boys were chatting among random things, then Robin came rushing out. She stood by the back door and searched the crowd. Once her eyes landed on Billy she screamed for him.

~~~

"JASON! RELAX!" Y/N yelled, Jason was yanking Chrissy around the party, another fight that Y/N didn't know what about. She wanted to protect her friend, Chrissy.

"This doesn't involve you," Jason growled, his grip still on Chrissy but he got in Y/N's face. Robin and Nancy watched nervously, a bad feeling in their gut.

"Y/N, just leave it!" Nancy tried, a crowd forming around the arguing couple.

"She's not going home with you. She said no and that means no." Y/N snapped, she didn't back down, holding her head higher as Jason looked down at her.

"She's my girlfriend, so butt out," Jason said, turning around as he dragged Chrissy with him. Y/N stepped in quickly, grabbing Chrissy's other arm. Y/N yanked her back, Jason lost his grip and his hand flew back smacking Y/N right in the nose. Y/N yelped and covered her nose, feeling warm blood dripping from her nose.

~~~

"BILLY. ITS Y/N!" Billy, Steve, and Eddie all jumped into action, Billy smashed the cigarette under his shoe and raced to Robin.

Steve and Eddie knew if it involved Y/N, Billy wouldn't think rationally.

"WHAT'S WRONG?" Billy yelled, following her into the house. Robin didn't try to explain, just racing to the bathroom.

Billy felt nervous, was she sick?

Billy walked in to see Nancy holding ice to Y/N's nose, the front of her dress had spots of blood. He softly pushed Nancy aside, grabbing the ice as he held it for Y/N. Chrissy was silent in the corner.

"What happened?" He whispered, gently rubbing her cheek as he looked at her nose. It wasn't broken, which he was thankful for.

"Nothing, I'm fine, baby," she said, rubbing his arm. Her eyes were red and her cheeks were soaked. Her lip trembled as she silently cried.

"Baby, you have a bruised nose. Did you slip or something? Nothing to be embarrassed about." He joked, a smile on his face. But the atmosphere told him it wasn't anything that would be funny in a day from now.

"She was helping me and Jason flung his arm and he smacked her in the nose," Chrissy said, drowning in the amount of guilt she felt.

Billy's expression went hard in seconds. Steve and Eddie immediately blocked the door as Billy started to breathe heavily.

"He hit you?" Billy snarled, dropping the ice in the sink as he took in her face.

"It was an accident, Billy! Just relax. I'm okay!" She tried, but all Billy could focus on was the fact that she had blood on her dress because of Jason.

"You're okay? You have a fucking bloody nose! I'm going to kill him!" Billy growled. He turned and glared at Steve and Eddie.

"Move." He demanded, but both boys shook their heads.

"Billy, not a good idea. She's okay and she doesn't want you to get involved with it." Steve explained. But Billy didn't care.

"Move or I move you." Billy tried again.

Steve and Eddie looked at each other, knowing the result would land them in pain or Jason. Both boys moved away from the door, Billy yanking it open as he raced out to the party.

"BILLY!" Y/N screamed, running after him. The gang followed behind, all rushing to see what was going to happen.

By the time they caught up, Billy had Jason pinned against the wall. His blue eyes were dark as he growled at Jason.

"IT WAS AN ACCIDENT! SHE PUT HER NOSE WHERE IT DIDN'T BELONG. MAYBE KEEP YOUR LITTLE SLUT OF THE WEEK ON A TIGHTER LEASH!" Jason yelled, barely realizing his mistake until Billy landed a knee to his stomach, over and over.

Jason screamed in pain as Billy dropped him, his body crumpling to the floor as he held his stomach. Now on his knees, Billy landed a punch right across his face. Blood poured out of Jason's nose as he dropped completely to the ground this time. He wrapped his arms around his face as he tried to surrender.

"Enough" Eddie demanded, stepping in front of Jason as Billy went to land a kick to his stomach.

"DON'T YOU EVER TOUCH HER OR EVEN TALK ABOUT HER AGAIN!" Billy screamed.

"Hey, hey!" Eddie said, snapping his fingers in Billy's face to catch his attention. Billy finally looked at him, breathing heavily as he tried to calm down.

"He got the message. Y/N is fine and needs you now. Okay? Walk away."

Billy listened to Eddie's words and took a deep breath. His body relaxed when he felt Y/N's hand slip into his. She squeezed it gently as she stood next to him. She gave him a look and he understood everything. He nodded and walked with her. He wrapped his arm around her and kissed her nose as they walked to his car.

"My bodyguard." Y/N swooned, giggling as she snuggled into his body, reaching his car.

"Precious things like you need extra protection," Billy said, smiling as he leaned down to peck her lips softly.

The gang races out, Robin laughing as she held empty bottles of beer, along with Nancy.

"GET IN! GO GO!" Steve yelled, Eddie running behind.

A soaked Jason came limping out, his white shirt now drenched as he held his nose. Cursing as the gang raced into the car and sped off.

[i-drop-level-one-loot]

I worry about you (Clingy!Yandere x Delinquent!Reader)

CW: body trauma, unhealthy relationships, yandere behavior

"I don't understand, why are you saying these things?!" Everett shouted, tugging on (Reader's) jacket like a man fearful of drowning. The two stood at the top of a set of wooden outdoor stairs built into a steep hill in the city's little hiking trail/park, a meeting spot where they often hung out after school.

His brown eyes glowed under the sun like molten gold, churning with heartache as he held onto his only friend.

(Reader) kept their face rigid like stone, fighting the desire to retract what they had said, their decision was final. It was for Everett's own good. "Dude, stop acting crazy. You're acting like we were dating. I'm just saying that I need space. Go make other friends, go on dates, I don't care. Jesus, just stop hanging onto me all the time."

Lies, all lies. I don't mind how clingy you are. I love that you stay by my side. I know I have a shit personality, I know I'm trash, so I really appreciate that you're the only one to stay my friend. You've been my friend since we were ten years old, so please, PLEASE, fucking take the hint. I've seen that the teachers have started to treat you differently just because you're my friend. And how many times do I have to rescue you from wannabe thugs who only fuck with you because they hate me? You deserve better than that.

You deserve better than me.

(Reader) roughly shook their only friend off their arm. It was painful now, for both of them, but (Reader) knew it was for the best.

"But why? What did I do wrong?" Everett sniffled, rubbing his eyes as the waterworks persisted. (Reader) turned to leave, unable to watch Everett any longer without their resolve crumbling. "WAIT!" Everett panicked, reaching out to latch onto (Reader's) arm again. (Reader) felt his fingers brush against their arm, and threw back their elbow to push Everett away.

They didn't know, however, that Everett had stepped forward. (Reader) misjudged how hard to push, not knowing that Everett was closer than he was just a second ago. Their wrist smashed into Everett's chest, causing him to stumble backwards, and tumble down the stairs.

Eyes widening in fear, (Reader) immediately began sprinting down the steps, skipping two at a time on the way down as their friend bounced against the weathered wood, hitting the dirt at the bottom hard. Their heart was beating so fast it felt like they would have a heart attack as they jumped the last couple stairs, crouching over their best friend crying in the fetal position.

"Everett, oh my God, are you okay?!" They gingerly scooped his upper half into their lap, examining his head for injuries.

"My- my arm..." Everett cradled his arm, crushing (Reader) further with guilt.

Placing his head down carefully, (Reader) took off running, calling out for help in hopes that someone nearby had a phone to call an ambulance. They disappeared out of Everett's sight, hearing them hollering as they ran away.

As soon as (Reader) vanished from view, Everett stopped crying, sitting up miserably. How did this happen?

Everything had been going so perfectly. Everett had set himself up as a weak, innocent best friend for (Reader), tailoring his personality for the past eight years to ensure that (Reader) would never leave him. When his family uprooted his life at the age of ten, he already knew there was no chance of happiness in his future. It was hard enough convincing anyone at his old school to like a freak like him, but being a new kid on top of having a personality that for some reason pushed everyone away? Everett knew it was hopeless.

But it seemed fate had other plans for him. The very first day in the new home Everett attempted to climb the large tree in his fenceless backyard and slipped, falling out of one of the lower branches. It hadn't hurt all that much, really just stinging a bit, but he didn't have time to even sit up before his new neighbor was rushing over to help him, having witnessed the fall from their back window. (Reader) was an angel, the summer sunlight illuminating their form like a halo. They didn't waste a second, pulling Everett's body onto their back, struggling under his weight but forcing their tiny muscles to carry Everett to his parents. It didn't even hurt, and Everett was more than capable of walking on his own, but having someone his own age care about him for the first time in his entire ten years of life.. he played into it, relishing in the attention he was receiving, forcing large crocodile tears out in hopes (Reader) would stay by his side longer. And it worked.

It worked for eight years, so why were they pushing him away now?

He constantly allowed himself to trip in front of (Reader), embarrassing himself over and over to keep them paying attention to him. Even now, throwing himself backwards down a flight of stairs while making it look like an accident, just to prevent (Reader) from leaving him.

Unfortunately, nothing was actually broken on him. He glanced around, finding a rock almost too large to grasp in one hand. Unlike when they were children, Everett didn't believe crying would be enough to keep (Reader) by his side. He rolled up the sleeve on the arm he pretended was broken, biting down onto the front of his hoodie. It didn't matter if (Reader) was only with him out of guilt, it only mattered that they were with him.

Everett smiled through gritted teeth, thinking about (Reader) sitting next to him in the hospital, refusing to leave his side for even a second, then brought the heavy rock down onto his arm with an audible crack.

Please continue worrying about me.

[i-yap]

What if you do angst x fluff? where Jason Todd fights with Y/n, had he just fought with Dick or something and he accidentally hurt his girlfriend? 👿 I like this dynamic, but I want it to be a real fight, you know? he enters a PSTD.

Im gonna do headcanons , warning( check the request)

Jason todd x y/n - he hurts her

out of all batboys he is most likely to lash out in aggression, by a landslide actually, especially fresh out the pit jason/ nightmare jason/ jealous jason.

He is also very very hard on himself about it.

Lets be honest here, this dude grew up on the streets , was trained to be a vigilante , got tortured, died, blah blah. He doesn't know how to control or regulate his emotions at all. He was never taught how to and the pit rage still is a part of him. He is really broken and so its very likely he lashes out

He is also very very insecure, he gets all in his head and he just cant control it and pushes people away.

You make him believe he can be better, that he deserves love and that you get what he is going through. Early on in the relationship he would just leave and not come back for weeks out of guilt.

once you convinced him to not leave and explained how much it hurt you, and once he explained how much at risk you could be but you accept the risk- after a very long discussion he learns to stay.

later on in the relationship he does overcome his insecurities and lashes out much less, so for him to actually physically lash out on you could only be one cause.

You betray him. He is either very jealous, maybe you have a childhood guy friend you refuse to leave. or maybe its a very hot coworker you refuse to stay away from in the name of professionalism. Or maybe jason just had an encounter with his past tormentors and they said something that got to him head and then he sees you laughing at the joke of your cute neighbour with the dog that likes you too much.

Now he is yelling and you're aggravating the situation. you had a bad day at work, and though you're usually calm and understanding , since you know what he has gone through, but you were just so annoyed that day or had a bad day yourself.

So when you start yelling back at him, he smashes a vase against the wall away from you. what he did not calculate was how the glass shard could fly and hit/scratch w2 you right in the arm. the second he sees you injured time stops

He crumbles, literally . crawls to you sobbing, hyperventilating - he might have a sezuire. this was his literal worst nightmare, and now its happened. you know he wasn't aiming the vase at you. you could either immediately realize or storm off and lock your bedroom, in the latter case he lies on the ground in front of the door the whole night sobbing out how sorry he is.

But if you comfort him and tell him its okay, he will just hold onto you and cry.

it takes him a while to forgive himself( a long while) so rough sex is gone, play fighting also gone. he goes silent , withdrawn almost depressed. You need to be patient, let him understand he didn't do it on purpose and this changes nothing in your relationship.

overtime things go back to normal, but he refuses to fight with you. He wont do it ever, he will leave , not for weeks but he will never put you to risk again. its like the cycle restarts and it takes him a while for him to trust himself around you when he's mad.

the thing here is, and stop reading the fic if you want to remain delulu (cuz I do too)

jason had a shitty past, he is not gonna be a perfect partner. he is going to be complicated and difficult to be with and you really cant expect anything else. it is very possible he straight up slaps you and then runs away to space for a month and then turns up on your doorsteps sobbing. He will often moan and cry about his past to you, bring it up often, often ruin the mood. He wont let you get a propers night sleep or let you have guy frnds and that an get annoying. ofcourse with love commitment and communication it could hcnage but you do at least for a while have to deal with that. No one expects you to clean up your lovers mess. this is only fiction and should not be romanticized. unless your irl partner died and was tortured for 2 yrs - you shouldn't deal with their shit. you have enough shit of your own to deal with

as a person who was with a guy who is depressed, I can tell you how hard this sort of relationship is. you sacrifice a lot. He developed depression one yr after we started dating, I left him 10 months after that. For 10 months I stayed with a guy who was cheating on me then calling em and crying about how "violated he felt" after consensually getting blojbs from random girls, randomly dissapearing for 4-5 days without a single text, who never wanted to talk anything about me not even for a minute, who couldn't listen to my problems but expected me to stay up 4 hours till like 6am even though I usually sleep at 11pm and then get up at 7am for practice. And I did it all, because he was depressed and I felt guilty about leaving him . But you need to prioritize yourself no matter how hot or broken a dude is. unlike jason, you can not "fix him".

[rei-ismyname]

What if Legion killed Magneto?

AKA What if Age of Apocalypse never happened?

Look at him go - just going wild taking out X-Men and killing a young Magneto. I like David a lot, at least once he stopped being a plot device (and super dodgy portrayal of mental health) and started being a character. In this AU, he decides to time travel to a time where his father isn't present - when Mags and Magda had *just* escaped the camps.

He blows him away (rude) and the swirly whirly lines ripple through time to the present - in Westchester. Xavier watches Beast do a fluff interview and laments that the X-Men are model freaks, entertaining the humans for an ounce of acceptance? 'Was this my dream?' Yeah, motherfucker, it kinda was. The X-Men are celebrities and they look pretty happy. Of course Chuck is stroppy.

. In Magneto's absence, it seems the X-Men aren't as tough as they would have been. He has no way of knowing this, but he's vexed all the same. Hmm. Maybe a dream isn't a good basis for a civil rights movement. 'The X-Men were never meant to be court jesters' he proclaims. It's like he's read the script and knows he'll be proven generally foolish, but right in this one specific instance. It's hard to forget that this was his show. He still hangs around but it seems the X-Men institution has slipped through his fingers.

Chuck orders a baffled Forge to stop what he's doing and change tack completely - here's a powerful reading on Cerebro and he needs them to investigate. Forge tells him to piss off - he's in charge damnit - but then kinda comes around when the X-Men perform poorly in a danger room simulation.

I'm not sure what the implication is here. They're in Chuck's house and he started the X-Men but passed leadership to an unusually antagonistic Forge at some point? Or something. I'd love it if there was an ideological schism but we get no direct hint. Oh and they're both quite rude for reasons unknown. Nobody is keen on the mission so Chuck goes to find people who will listen to him, maybe. He can guilt them at least.

Yeah, it's Scott and Jean, with two cute little kids. Nathan and Rachel. They're happy to see him at first before they realise this isn't a social call. Lol, we find out Bobby and Warren left the X-Men for the Hellfire Club, the latter 'all for the love of his trophy woman Emma Frost.' Those sound like good things to me tbh, though don't think anyone missed that shade, Chuck.

Seems like Scott and Jean retired after the Dark Phoenix Saga, which presumably had a happier ending. The 'chaos that followed' allowed Forge to wrest control of the X-Men. Sounds weird but probably a good thing. I'm surprised the old man hasn't bailed to space. The idea I was getting is that Magneto's absence led to a softer X-Men, but aside from Chuck's manipulative whining I'm not seeing it. Jean survived the Dark Phoenix and so did everyone else. When they emphatically refuse to bury the trauma he just bought to the surface and go on a mission, he immediately leaves. Catch you! 'To be an X-Man is to be dead or a freakshow' is pretty funny to hear coming from Scott.

As the X-Men practice for some kayfabe battle gig, a real one drops out of the sky. They really do look pretty useless - Storm should be able to thrash these bozos by herself. Confusion reigns, probably not helped by Forge and Chuck both giving orders. Xavier, having had enough, screams 'STOP!'

He smashes a thousand brains to sleep, only taking out the foot soldiers. Apocalypse is surprisingly polite as he mocks Xavier, explicitly calling his dream a weak failure. Very rude to call a disabled man unfit from a social Darwinism perspective - but Apocalypse has always been an ableist jerk on the edge of eugenics. Dissing the dream is a lukewarm take, dude. Big Blue claims that the X-Men went untested and became a joke, and Xavier agrees while weeping in his arms.

So they did everything as usual up to The Dark Phoenix Saga (except fight Magneto,) but ever since Forge took over they've gone to seed? Sounds ridiculous. Obviously Mags pioneered the whole Evil Mutants thing but he wasn't the only one. The aforementioned Hellfire Club were tough and there's a thousand other enemies. Of the O5, only Beast remains, so what happened?

Get zapped losers!

Apocalypse starts killing people and hilariously gives a news interview - ranting about Homo Superior and Darwinisn - which Scott and Jean watch to get up to speed. If the X-Men aren't actually heroes, what about the FF or Avengers? Busy with the Mole Man and Klaw or something I guess.

This Blue fuck is killing their friends and has huge Nazi vibes, so Jean fires up the Phoenix Force, like it's an old motorbike they keep under a tarp. It hasn't been used in years, which isn't really how it works, but whatever. Maybe both of them are hosts? Either way they magic up uniforms and teleport to the fight. The action is kinda generic, but I think the idea is that Scott and Jean fuck Apocalypse up.

Jean got a helluva tan

Turns out Jean unleashed the Phoenix like a nuke, killing over a 100K people, including the president (dope.) They wanted to be sure Apocalypse was dead and neither seem especially torn up about it. Public opinion turns against the X-Men and mutants in general. Feared and hated all of a sudden. Forge was doing a good job then? Sounds like living in harmony with humans to me. Of course Tony Stark is talking about regulating mutants, 'illegal for them to use their powers recklessly.' I feel like that's already illegal, same way the Hulk smashing is frowned upon and the army get involved. I suppose it's a dogwhistle so it doesn't matter, but where were 'Earth's Mightiest Heroes?' This seems like their department.

I'm not sure what the takeaway is from this. The X-Men were too soft because Xavier flubbed it, and Apocalypse took them out. Jean and Scott clocked on with Phoenix power and blew up half of DC for dubious reasons. They did what Chuck wanted them to do and it was a disaster. Suuuure. This just makes Xavier look incredibly ineffectual and a terrible leader, and/or the Summerses look like maniacs. The implication is that the Dark Phoenix Saga was scary shit and they retired to keep everyone safe. TF would Chuck come ask them for help? People are protesting outside the school, despite not knowing what happened at all. The USA generally hates it when people kill their presidents and blow up chunks of the country, but it's not the government that turns on them here - it's the media.

The Summerses come out of retirement to continue Chuck's failed dream for reasons? Sucks for them I guess, and obviously for all the people who died, but it seems like a good outcome for the X-Men institution. No Chuck ✅ No Apocalypse ✅ No Magneto ❌ Hated and Feared all of a sudden ❌ Tamed Phoenix Force ✅ No Dark Beast or Nate Grey (or the Sugar Man)✅ Scott and Jean in charge of the school, teaching what looks like Generation X plus their own kids I imagine. ✅

There are these weirdos surveilling them but they look like chumps. They're leftovers from Apocalypse's army and they still want a taste after that display? Bring it on - nothing some Phoenix fire can't fix. I feel like the intended message is that Magneto was necessary to toughen up the X-Men, but my takeaway is that Chuck is a useless motherfucker. Even moreso without his loser husband to beef with by proxy. What a strange tale, though I suppose it's a different take on Magneto, Phoenix, and Emma Frost is bad like so many other what ifs. Sucks for Scott and Jean to give up their lives to carry on a fool's crusade, but I'm convinced this power couple would do a great job. There's no indication they're doing it out of guilt, they just do it. It's a reasonable assumption, but not explicitly stated. They just devote their lives to a dead man who didn't value theirs a great deal. Someone needs to advocate for mutant kids, but there are other options.

I guess this is what comes of no Magneto. Makes sense 🙄

[aannonn]

★ ─。colorful text , strong colors , bold text , brief mention of suicide , implied/referenced grief , swearing

okay i know we are all excited about the actual short that just came out but let me ramble a bit about Red cause im getting emotional about this stick ... ( before my motivation to type all of this ends and i dont feel emotional anymore lol )

Red in season 3 went through so much istg ;; not only did he and Sec went through a very tense (and needed) fight which almost caused the end of their friendship (+ Sec was clearly in the winning side here, or Red was just really terrified of her at that moment given to how he tried to run away from her - of which i will probably talk about it in a later post maybe), but he was also really fucking tormented in monster school (i felt so bad for him in this episode i legit wanted to cry)

+ after all of this fiasco he really went ahead and carried this thing (of which, given to how he hit it on the ground and it made a soft thump, it must have been heavy asf) all the way to the other side and??? fucking smashed King's chin which made him fly to so fucking far ;; which means he literally used all of his strenght to carry this staff, and dropkick King with it, even if it was so hard he almost even dropped it at first

AND THEN HE JUST. PROCEEDS TO PASS OUT ON THE FLOOR CAUSE HES SO FRICKING TIRED AND EXHAUSTED AAWRGHWS

there are also other moments where i think he really deserves a break tbh ;;

he lost a pet. i have a pet myself and just the thought of ever losing him hurts so fucking much to the point i can feel my oof'ing urges coming back.

;; granted; it was a minecraft pig and it was high with all the potions, and also tried to kill all of them, but he clearly atleast had some care for that pig ... (the fact that he immediately stood up and spawned another animal makes me think about that one post/tiktok (i dont remember the user) i've seen ; which talked about Red possibly hiding/bottling up his sadness from others , in order to stay happy and positive or because he doesn't think his struggles are important enough compared to the others' - which i think it make alot of sense since you rarely see him cry or something, just going numb and/or looking down in despair - the only ever time we ever saw him cry was when Green supposedly died.)

i haven't talked about this actual short before since i had no desire to , but damn bro the way i felt bad for Red in this(っ °Д °;)っ he just wanted to have red stuff for him aswell, since apparently it wasn't dropping for him for some reason???? okay he should have included green and blue stuff aswell instead of possibly removing them but. still. Green and Blue were so fricking wrong in this

and !! his and Sec's tense relationship in the past seasons ... i love Sec he's literally my fav out of them all but i cannot defend xem on this. i know she had her reasons and im not saying Red was in the right either but, gosh ... pretty ironic given he's the one who inspired xem to break in in their site and join them in their battle

... i dont even need to explain do i

he lost a pet ... again. and because of his own fault aswell ! he knew the possible dangers of fusing the command block and the staff together , given how he almost got possessed alongside his friends the first time something like this happened , and yet ... he did it anyway . and beeper died as a consequence . i cant imagine how much guilt he must have felt .. (probably one of the main reasons why he didnt put up a fight when they put him in the timeout box)

i think he wanted to cry at this scene ngl ,,,

thinking about this ; they are all really tragic characters tbh ,,, stepping away from the heavy angsty all of c!Alan's stickfigures go through , rygb goes through a lot of shit aswell , and tbh i just feel bad for all of them ; they are all such tragic characters that deserve a very well-needed break break/_ \

since we are in this topic aswell , i would like to mention how i really love Blue and his immediate rush in being a comfort for the others<3

i used to think Yellow was the therapist friend but we only ever saw him comfort Blue lolll ( i love him anyway ;; i think Blue is more of a therapist friend than he is though )

[halfmoth-halfman]

Does Price ever find out what Canary went through when she was with Makarov? Does she tell him about everything (the lingerie wedding dress, the controlled meals, all of that) or does he only know bits and pieces of it? If not, does she tell anyone else about it?

yes by the ending of the epilogue he knows pretty much everything that happened while she was with graves and makarov. i don't think she would've told him all at once tho. it would've taken her time to really open up about what she went through, and even then she'd prob only talk about things when it was related to something happening with her currently.

more details under the cut but fair warning it's kinda long

like i think the food thing would come up first after they get back together. canary probably wouldn't bring up graves and makarov controlling her meals and food portions until like price notices she doesn't eat as much when they have dinner together or rudy mentions that she's asked him to make her smaller portions and she still doesn't eat all of it. price would be careful about bringing it up to her, but she starts telling him about them controlling her food and how she still hasn't fully recovered from that, and it would be a big moment of realization for price that her trauma goes a lot deeper than he expected. he'd be pissed and feel so guilty of course, but she would be his priority so he'd only show her understanding and comfort, and he and rudy would help however they could to help her get her appetite back.

she'd probably give him other bits and pieces over the years kinda as she works through them with her therapist too. and i think at some point, she'd invite price to join her for a session or two to talk about their relationship and he'd ask about how to better help with her panic attacks and what he can do to help her feel comfortable in general not just in their relationship. i also think that would lead him to finding his own therapist to work through his guilt about the things he's done to canary, and also to finally work through his guilt about gaz and farah's parents as well. things would be very different from when they were first together, but it would be overall a far healthier and stronger relationship.

she would def have a hard time with interrogations for a while, and would have to depend on one of her ghosts or like ale/ghost/konig to handle them for her. i think it would be a few years before she would ever be able to watch one without immediately thinking of herself in her father's study at makarov's mercy, and even after that first one price would probably comfort her through a panic attack once the whole thing was over.

when kids are brought up, she tells him about her childhood, how her father raised her and used her and pitted her and graves against each other. that would probably be one of the harder conversations for her, and there'd be a lot of complicated feelings about her parents that price doesn't quite get but he'd be there for her and assure that if they ever have kids (which would only happen through an accident because they both agree gaz and farah are enough) she would never turn into her father, and he'd never let anything happen to her.

it would also take a long time for her to tell him about how she got the scars on her hand. i think she'd be hesitant to tell him because they'd be in a good place and she wouldn't want him to feel more guilty, but much like how she explained the scar on her shoulder, she'd eventually tell price in a moment where it was just the two of them. she'd explain everything, about feeling confident on stage for the first time in those five months, about seeing graves with kira for the first time, then seeing price with the blonde, then her breakdown backstage and her smashing the mirror. she'd choke up in the middle of explaining, esp when talking about price and the blonde, and it would be one of the few times price cries in front of her. eventually they talk about the night at the club when she was shot, and she explains how ready she was to end it all right there, and price just fully breaks down. it's a long night of the two of them talking and apologizing and crying and comforting one another, and they're both exhausted the next day but there's a sort of weight lifted off of them at the same time.

i don't think the dress thing would come up until canary's picking out her dress for her and price's wedding and i don't think she'd initially talk to price about it. i think valeria would probably catch onto her anxiety first while they're working to design the dress together, and when asked, canary just kinda word vomits about her other wedding dresses and how much she hated them. valeria would help her through it, hyping her up as much as possible about getting to choose her own dress and how amazing she'll look and how she'll be surrounded by people who wouldn't care if she was covered head to toe as long as she felt safe. she'd say it in her own valeria way obv but it would help canary a lot. and then i think she'd tell price about it later, and he'd, once again, hope and pray that makarov and graves are suffering for eternity for everything they put her through, and do everything he can to reassure her.

other than price, i think her therapist would be the only one to know everything that happened but i think she would talk to gaz, ghost, and keegan the most about what happened to her. gaz would be more like a shoulder for her lean on or vent, her and ghost would bond over their dif traumas and talk about their different coping techniques to help each other out, and keegan would mostly know just because he's her personal bodyguard and is so close to her constantly. like i imagine they'd end up being good friends and she would come to really trust him enough to tell him about her past. i think she'd mention some things to the others - like rudy and alex know about the food, valeria knows about the dresses, farah and roach know about the forced performances and stage anxiety, the ghosts know about her being randomly stolen and dragged to the study, everyone knows about the interrogations, etc.

riley also knows everything because canary talks to him like he's a person anytime he's in the room with her - which is pretty much all the time. and he gets very good at knowing when to lay his head in her lap to ground her when she starts getting overwhelmed.

[for-ests]

Damsel | Miguel O'Hara x Reader

Part 1 / Part 2 / Masterlist

Summary: Now that you and Miguel are finally alone, all he can think to do is take care of you. But unfortunately, processing death can be overwhelming.

Word count: 3, 475

Warnings: none for now ;)

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Miguel did. He played them so well that you might have felt complete and utter euphoria for the first time in your life. 

His room was small and plain, and if you’d been more able, you would have studied it longer, but he led you straight to the bathroom as you requested, only teasing you with the thought of a kiss but not giving in. 

Oh, he would make you beg for it when you were ready. 

He tried not to look, but you knew he was. He was helping you, after all, and as he peeled away your equally skin-tight suit, his breathing started to grow ragged. Your body was just as ravishing as he imagined, as he felt in his dreams. And your wings— they fluttered in response as he touched your shoulders and the small of your back. 

But your iridescent eyes were what captivated him the most. It was hard to breathe when you looked at him with those eyes, seductive and teasing, confident and understanding of what you were doing to him. 

“I’ll step outside," He said, feeling himself grow hard in the most inappropriate moment possible. 

Wanting to look at him, you managed not to. All you needed was a few minutes to rinse off, and then you could play your game, which was pure fantasy until then. The man you craved was now coming undone behind you. 

“When I’m ready,” You whispered, reaching over and turning the showerhead on. “I’ll call you back in.” 

Miguel was speechless as you loosened the suit and let it fall down from your shoulders. He would have pounced at your innuendo with purely lustful intentions until he glimpsed the darkening bruises dotting down your spine. 

Whether it was bothering you or not, it looked painful enough. You watched as his expression softened with worry. 

“I’ll take care of you.” He said, the need in his tone vanishing into something more careful. And before you could reply, he left the bathroom. 

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The water was your saving grace at that moment. You stood in the insanely large shower, watching the blood drip off your body and circle the drain. Your muscles immediately loosened against the steam, and so did your previously congested sinuses. 

Minutes passed, yet the water still wasn’t clear, melting layer after layer until you lost track of time. What made you dissociate was the neverending cascade of red, flowing in crimson streams that contrasted against the white tile. 

Nathan. 

When the tears came, they mingled with the scalding water. You tilted your head up and let the shower head beat against your face, washing away the tears again. If only you could stay in there forever, if only life was different. 

If only you realized the danger he was in sooner. If only this wasn’t your fate. If only Nathan’s life hadn’t been tethered to yours. He would still be alive. Your being had deprived a daughter of her father. 

The guilt, the shame, and the heartbreak became too much. 

Almost crying out, you smashed your hand against the bathroom wall. It wasn’t fair. You didn’t even have the time to grieve. You were being selfish, a coward, when you should be back home and caring for Nathan’s family. 

“Are you okay, Y/N?” Miguel called inside. 

Suddenly, you snapped back to reality. “Yeah,” You replied, instinctively reaching to wipe your face even though it was already wet, glancing around the shower to realize you hadn’t adequately washed a single part of your body with anything but water. 

“You didn’t call for me,” He sighed. “I got worried.” 

“How long has it been?” You limped to the curtain and pulled it back to reveal your face. 

Miguel noticed how red and puffy your eyes were, and it caused him to frown. “Thirty minutes.” 

“Oh…” You trailed off. “I’m sorry.” 

A moment of silence passed, and Miguel was debating what to do. He was still unsure if you wanted time to process your grief or if you didn’t want to be alone. So many things still needed to be uncovered; there was still so much to learn about you, how you thought, how you were, and what you wished for. Staring at you like that, past your beauty and radiance, he realized you were experiencing the same grief he felt when he lost his daughter. An overwhelming, consuming form of despair that could only follow the responsibility of a protector. 

That type of loss could make someone go insane. It could change someone completely. Miguel had wanted someone, anyone, to reach out. But no one had been there for him. He’d be damned if you had to go through something like this alone, now or ever again.

Someone had to take care of you; he wanted it to be him. 

“Let me help,” Miguel offered, hinting that he knew you weren’t clean yet. If you hadn't been so fatigued physically and mentally, you would have rebutted flirtatiously, maybe even laughed. But now, there was an aura of sadness hanging heavily around you. Miguel could see it clear as day, not just in how your eyes begged for comfort but in how you spoke to him. Gone was that fiery persona and fight in your eyes. Yet he wasn’t deterred, only understanding. You had done a good enough job holding in your emotions, and he would be there for you when you let it all out. 

With eyes searching yours for any hint of apprehension, you watched his muscles contort as he raised his arms above his head and discarded his shirt. You could not look away, only enraptured with his gaze. He tugged at his waistband, expression filled with compassion. Despite the overtly sexual nature, there was nothing predatory in his movements, only the desperation to comfort you. 

Flustered, you retreated back under the warm water. When Miguel stepped in, you still expected his eyes to linger across your body. He was only a man, and you were well-versed in the art of seduction. You also wanted yours–but you just couldn’t muster up the energy to explore. 

“Just relax, I’ll wash you,” He reassured softly, reaffirming how sincere his intentions were. You nodded as he squeezed shampoo into his hands, gesturing for you to turn around. As you obliged, he began to lather it into your hair, fingers massaging across your scalp in smooth circles, determined to get all the blood and dirt out. 

It felt amazing, and you were able to relax, so much so that a few moans of gratification left your lips every time he nudged your head in another motion. 

“Do you want to talk about it?” Miguel asked when you turned back around and let the shower head rinse his work away.  

Head tilted back, you still had to look up to meet his eyes. What a contradiction he was with you, deep brown eyes that pleaded for answers, voice low and timid, waiting for you to lead. If anything, you thought he was scared of you and how you would react. 

If your face hadn’t been so sore, practically limp from all the fighting and talking, you would have smiled, maybe even laughed. Did anyone else notice this side of him? Was he ever this kind or attentive to the other Spiders? They all seemed on-edge around him, and all he did in that conference was brood. Until the topic turned to you. 

Appearances and authority were a must. You couldn’t fault Miguel on that—even if you were an outsider, the hierarchy there was already clear. There were rules to follow, rules that had somehow found their way onto your planet. You didn’t want to bother him with your wailing heart. You were content at bottling it all up inside, even if you could tell he wanted to see every part of you, the good and the bad.

All you could think about was that he might not understand. It may be too much to unravel. 

“I…” You faltered again, about to admit it all as Miguel reached out and grasped your shoulders, turning you back around. Despite the heat, you shivered as his hands curled through your soaking wet hair and brought it back behind you shoulders. He was silent as he worked, lathering conditioner into your locks. 

“Do you want to?” He asked again, touch more gentle this time, beckoning you into admittance. When he was done, his hands rested against your neck, and you couldn't help but slouch into him. 

Yes, you needed to. 

“Nathan died.” You felt your lip quiver. Inhaling quickly, you opted to keep talking, not wanting him to reply just yet. If anything, keeping Nathan’s memory alive was what mattered, even to the people who never got to experience the joy and safety he provided you. “He was like a father to me.” 

Miguel only wrapped his arms around you, bringing you closer to his chest. Every part of his body was pressed tenderly against you. Your hands came to curl around his forearms, your chin perfectly resting on them as well. You felt so safe, so appreciated from a single embrace alone. For once, maybe someone could understand the pain, someone that was your equal, who had experienced the same things you did. 

“I couldn’t save him.” Your eyes started to tear up again. That was until you felt Miguel press his lips against the back of your head. Exhaling shakily, you closed your eyes, wanting to focus on the feeling of him instead. 

The callback to your dreams was enough to calm you down. There had been so many, with you in his arms, the yearning to feel his skin pressed against yours, as you were now. It felt surreal, and just as blissful as the dreams. 

“It’s impossible to save everyone, Y/N.” Miguel assured in a whisper, barely audible against the pelting water cascading down the both of you. 

“I know.” You inhaled sharply, not wanting to think about the countless other corpses that littered your past. “But now that he’s gone… I don’t know whats going to happen back home, especially since I’m gone too.” Pausing, you tried to think of something else to say. But now, all you could see was that precious little girl’s face. Her smile undoubtedly gone and replaced with the same sadness on your face. “I should be there for Rosie, his daughter.” 

Miguel seemed to physically deflate against you before mustering up a reply. “It’s stable for now.” He promised, letting his arms fall away. “We can go back first thing tomorrow if you’d like.” 

Miguel felt shaky as he took his next breath. Nothing was certain in the multiverse, but now, you were in his arms. You were safe. As he held you, he realized that he would go to the ends of the universe for you. Feeling his skin against yours , how you perfectly fit against him. Anything to make you happy, he would accomplish. Anything for your love. And he knew how irrational it was. 

“You’d come with me?” You turned around to face him. It was the last thing you expected him to offer. He must have a laundry list of other problems to attend to. 

“Of course I will. Even if you don’t need the back up.” 

That response was enough for you to configure that he was, indeed, curious to see your world after all. 

Little did you know, that Miguel was then devoted to your home. It was where you were from, a place you clearly loved, possibly one of the only planets that was untainted and beautiful until recently. But of course, it was where you would be. And that was enough for him. If your planet was safe, then you would be too. 

“You will love it.” You whispered in response, attention falling back to his hands and how they were massaging every part of you so tenderly and attentive. 

His big hands were rough and calloused, yet he worked them gently across your skin, soothing your muscles further, squeezing some soap into your hands so you could reach the places he was hesitant to touch. No boundaries needed to be crossed that night, even if you were both in compromising positions. 

Even so, you couldn’t help but sneak glances at Miguel, his once fluffy hair now flattened against his handsome face, chest rising and falling from nervousness, water streaming down his golden skin and body completely exposed to you, everything he had to offer in his entirety. You suspected that his lips tasted like honey. 

“Can I wash your wings?” Miguel asked, letting his hands stop right before the spot they began to sprout from your back. 

You bit your lip, becoming flustered at the thought alone. “I’ve never let anyone touch my wings before.” You admitted, wondering if you should accept the offer or just do it yourself. They were incredibly sensitive, and you were particularly vulnerable in that moment. 

“I-I don’t have to.” He stammered quickly, unsure what you meant. He knew they would look even more beautiful once they were washed properly. Every time he glanced at them, all he could see through them was how perfectly sculpted your ass was. It was far too dirty and he knew it, and he would never cross that boundary without your permission. But how he craved to. 

“If you promise to be careful.” 

“I wont be anything but.” He whispered, taking one of the four wings in his hands eagerly. 

You shuddered immediately at his careful touch. It was more of a caress, and you knew he was staring at them with fascination, the soap gliding around your back, and, in turn, washing the dirt and grime off your wings. He washed them like he’d done it before, and all you wanted to do was kiss him. He was silent as he worked, and it took all of you not to express your appreciation and comfort. 

The iridescent colors were hardly visible in the dim bathroom lighting, but Miguel watched them come clean, and he was breathless. What a mystery you were, a mystery he did not just want to solve, but know and cherish every intimate detail. 

When his hands touched the small of your back, rubbing small circles right above your ass, you instinctively flexed your wings out, entirely and utterly flustered. 

Miguel chuckled deeply at your reaction, nudging you to turn back and rinse again. You obliged yet kept your gaze elsewhere, unsure what to think and how to process it. Many lovers had come and gone from your bed, but none of them had ever made you feel like this. The idea of even sharing such an intimate moment with another man never crossed your mind. 

And you just let him. You allowed him to take care of you, and he wanted to. 

“Que hermosa mujer eres.” He whispered, lifting your chin with his finger, beckoning you to look at him. 

Again, he spoke foreign words into your ears, yet the way he said it, made you bite your lip in anticipation. Part of you didn’t even need to ask what it meant—you knew it was a compliment. Timidly, you reached up to loop your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you. 

“Thank you.” You hummed in response, breasts pressing against his unclothed chest, the water still raining down on both of you, but now you were clean. 

Finally, Miguel gained the courage to close the previously insurmountable gap between you, mending his lips with yours so perfectly that your knees felt like buckling. But he held you tightly against him, as tight as he could in your healing state, desperate to taste you. 

And you tasted as sweetly as he imagined. He was addicted from one kiss alone, and felt his heart cry out when you reciprocated and deepened the kiss, your smaller hands clawing at him with the same amount of need. He felt something that he hadn’t felt in a long time, but even then, it was more, it was incomparable. 

It scared him. 

“Miguel…” You muttered against his lips, your heart beating rapidly and with so much desire you could hardly fathom the emotions racing through your head. He tåsted just like the honey you thought he would, and you knew then that it would be your new drug that you would seek for the rest of your life. 

Granting you one more passionate kiss, Miguel pulled his head back. He stared at you with so much longing that you felt like the most beautiful woman in every universe. The back of his hand brushed against your cheek again, like the first time. 

“Let’s get you to bed.” Miguel smiled. 

You nodded, watching as he turned the shower off. You stepped out first and grabbed the nearest towel, wrapping it around your frail body before you allowed yourself to feel the cold. 

Following suit, Miguel began to dry himself off behind you. 

You tried to move closer to the bed, but he grasped your wrist and pulled you into him. Your hand came to stop yourself, pressing against his chest. “What?” You squeaked with surprise. 

“I just wanted to kiss you again,” Miguel whispered, his lips inches from yours. “I can’t seem to get enough.” 

A smile spread across your face. “Go ahead.” 

The second kiss he gave you was better than the first. It was magical; it made your head spin with a tremendous amount of infatuation that you felt like you were back in that same dream you’d been referencing for the last year. 

You kissed him back with the same amount of need, tongue swirling with tongue, feeling your stomach heat with desire and passion. It could go farther than you anticipated, and you wouldn’t feel remorse for doing so. If Miguel wanted to ravish you right then and there despite your state, you would let him. Anything for him. 

But, when you felt your ass brush against the edge of the bed, you chuckled in response, realizing he was trying to get you into the bed he promised. His lips left yours, shaking his head with a smirk. “You are far too eager, Hermosa.” 

“I’ve been waiting just as long as you,” You replied with a pout, finally sitting against the mattress, watching him as he peeled away the covers. 

“I can sleep on the couch—”

“Absolutly not.” Your voice was unyielding. “I’ll just go to Gwen’s room then.” 

“Absolutly not,” Miguel mimicked you, gripping your ankles and tossing them onto the bed, making you lay flat with your head propped up. “I said I would take care of you.” 

“How sweet,” You said, refusing to move as you watched him shuffle through the room, locking the door and turning the lights off, slipping into a pair of boxers before finally taking his place beside you in the bed. 

The bed dipped as he got comfortable in the darkness, shifting his arm around your waist and pulling you into his chest. 

Stilling immediately, your body morphed blissfully with his, every curve of you aligned with him as if he was made for you. The sensation was so intense that your body no longer felt pain. You felt as if you were the only girl in the world. Ass pressed against him, arms enveloping your smaller frame, caressing all the spots of your skin his fingers could reach. 

“What are the plans tomorrow?” You whispered, feeling yourself beginning to drift away. 

“Whatever you want,” He replied, just as fatigued but enjoying the warmth of your body and the comfort it brought. 

“What do you need from me?” You sighed, pulling his hand into your chest and letting it rest between your breasts. All you could remember was the urgency you felt in that conference room, how stressed Miguel was, how he acted like every responsibility was his to deal with alone, even those out of his control. The other Spiders' confused stares and cruel discomfort didn’t help either. 

“What you’re willing to give me,” Miguel muttered into the crook of your neck, his breaths growing heavier each second. “Whatever you want.” 

Practically shuddering from the heat of his breath, from the faint touch of his lips against your already burning skin, you nudged yourself closer to him than physically possible. “I would love to show you my home.” 

You felt his lips curve against your skin in reply, arms tightening around your waist. 

And the two of you fell fast asleep, completely and utterly intertwined with the other. As you drifted off, contentment spread across your face, already predicting it would be the best slumber of your life, feeling safer and more protected than you could’ve ever dreamed of. 

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[david-bearman]

4 hidden bunches of mistletoe with Lando and Oscar! 💫

ngl i squealed when I got this notification anon!

have some non HR approved mistletoe kissing and an autistic Oscar <3

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Oscar had no idea who in McLaren had thought it to be a marvelous idea to hang up mistletoes literally everywhere. Ever since the moment he walked into the MTC to join the Christmas party he had encountered the green sprigs taunting him.

He had arrived at the same time as Lando, parking their cars next to one another on their designated spot. And they had walked the short distance together until they ended up at the front door and Lando spotted the green bundle tied together with red lace.

"Look Oscar! A mistletoe. That does mean you have to kiss me now, mate," Lando teased with a grin.

Instantly he knew Lando was not going to let it go if he didn't, Oscar hesitated only for a moment before he leaned in and pressed a kiss to Lando's fire red cheek. The cold skin under his lips felt oddly soothing before he pulled away.

Oscar had never seen Lando that happy, and the fact that they had just come back from picking up their constructor's trophy, that was saying a lot. Yet at the same time Oscar had never felt so... He wasn't sure what he was feeling, extreme happiness, shame, guilt and eagerness smashed into one.

Lando didn't seem to notice as he walked through the front entrance and immediately greeted everybody he saw. He made his way around wishing everybody well, as Oscar tried to will his heart to calm the fuck down.

From that moment on it only went down hill. After his second drink he bumped into Lando as he exited the toilets. The alcohol made him flush himself immediately, "So sorry."

He was met with a blinding smile, "No need. You can apologize by kissing me!"

Oscar's brain had never crashed so hard, he stood there gaping in the doorway as he desperately tried to come up with a plausible reason why Lando would say that. Lando was often eager to let Oscar struggle on his own, but clearly took some pity on him today as he pointed above them, "Mistletoe."

His eyes flicked up to above them, and indeed there hung a small bundle of mistletoe, taunting him.

His eyes came down to Lando who seemed to be innocence itself as he softly smiled at Oscar. Oscar took a deep breath and kissed Lando on his cheek again, this time his skin felt deeply warmed under his lips. Not willing to loose himself in even a kiss to the cheeks, Oscar pulled away, "Now can I please move through?"

Only then did Lando seem to realize he was blocking the exit to the toilets, with a flush he stepped to the side, letting Oscar through.

On any other occasion he would never, but today Oscar ordered a very stiff drink. Who knew the Christmas party this year would test his patience in a way the entire F1 season hadn't.

By the time he was on his fourth drink Oscar decided he needed fresh air, desperately. He slowly moved his way through all the hallways of the MTC, and was about to make it to one of his favorite quiet spots leading outside, when a door opened.

A gust of cold air moved through the hallway before Lando stepped inside, his cheeks flushed from the cold.

It had become almost a forced habit by now, searching for mistletoes above doors and hallways. Oscar's eyes flicked up and pure frustration filled him as he saw another bundle of green.

He heavily sighed out loud as Lando stopped in front of him. Lando ever the noisy person immediately followed his gaze, his eyes settling on the green sprigs as well.

"It seems like we're destined to kiss tonight," Oscar deadpanned, frustration seeping into his voice.

Lando stilled at the tone of his voice, clearly hesitating before saying, "Maybe you're not kissing me well enough, and thats why we keep meeting under them."

Oscar had come to find out throughout the past two years, that Lando had the superpower to make Oscar's brain go offline. It happened occasionally, especially when Lando looked so extremely handsome he didn't know what to do with himself. And so for it to happen twice in a night, well Oscar felt very much off his game.

"I- I-, what Lando?" he stuttered out.

Lando came impossibly closer, smoothing down the lapels of his suit as he stared up into Oscar's eyes.

"I think you need to kiss me on the lips, Osc."

Lando was dead serious. He often struggled to figure out if Lando was joking or not, but in this moment there was no doubt, Lando was extremely serious.

Oscar's hand hesitated before it came up to softly cup Lando's cheek, his thumb caressing the soft skin underneath. He leaned in slowly, trying to give Lando space enough to back off. Instead, his teammate leaned in faster than he did and their lips met in the middle.

Oscar squeaked in surprise, Lando's lips were heavenly soft. His hand tightened on Lando's cheek, and his teammate easily pressed himself fully up against Oscar.

Lando slowly moved his lips, making Oscar move along, their lips softly gliding against one another. The box that contained all romantic feelings for his teammate, burst open with all the violence in the world. It consumed him like nothing else.

He gasped from the sudden rush of emotion, breaking their kiss.

Lando opened his eyes, Oscar could only take it for a moment before he looked away to where Lando's hands clutched his suit jacket. He was about to move away when Lando tightened his hands, "Please kiss me again, Oscar."

Surprised, Oscar looked up into his eyes, "Are you- are you sure?"

Lando's expression softened, "Never been more sure of anything in my life."

Send me a number and a ship and I will write a little something for you!

[aegidiusrex]

Being aromantic but emotionally intense myself as a person, characters who don’t feel love normally or straightforwardly and/or experience attraction in an unconventional way really grip me, and Gil & Luis hit that spot for me so well… sometimes I think I simplify them down to a “mutually unrequited love/mutual emotional constipation but secretly they’re in love” kind of dynamic purely for ease of communication, because communicating in trope speak is effective in fandom spaces, but that’s not what they are tbh.

Gil’s feelings for Luis are like, I have soft humiliating feelings for the human that you are, but I hate the figurehead you also are, and those two sides of Luis’ persona have no hard dividing line so he feels those things for Luis very much together at the same time. He’s also attracted to/aroused by the opportunity to dominate Luis BECAUSE he often dislikes Luis and feels powerless under him, so he’s not exactly repulsed by Luis’ cruel side either. Gil is also riddled with Stockholm syndrome and he knows it, he knows that his feelings are muddied by his literal dependence on Luis as his master & captor, he NEEDS Luis’ continued favor or he will literally die, so he can’t even trust his own feelings or his attachment to Luis as being from a genuine place in his heart. And when he does feel some genuine longing for something real with Luis, he feels so much guilt and self loathing about it that it makes him feel better to just withhold this from Luis to the point of hurting Luis with his detachment. He knows Luis wants to make a real connection with him and he denies him because he wants Luis to suffer a little bit too. So it’s not exactly that he’s uncommunicative about his true feelings because he’s embarrassed, or because he believes they’re completely unrequited, but because he knows he can’t have anything with Luis anyway so he might as well dangle that out of Luis’ reach. The one thing he has the power to deny Luis is his heart.

Which is the thing Luis wants the most! Deliciously! Luis’ feelings for Gil are based on this strong attraction he has to authenticity, new experiences, adrenaline, a relationship he could never have with anyone else. The nature of Gil’s feelings matter very little to him. Gil’s hatred is just as valuable as Gil’s love because it’s real and it’s for Luis specially and exclusively. Luis spends so much energy trying to draw out ANY genuine reaction from Gil because he loves seeing that kind of authenticity directed at him, as someone who is constantly surrounded by disingenuous manipulators. Luis himself is a disingenuous manipulator. He has never known anything else. So when Gil looks at Luis with the undisguised intent to kill him, Luis is immediately addicted to it. Many people hate him and would love to see him dead but they smile and play nice and pay him empty compliments. He loves the unique danger of going to bed with a man who could, and would very much like to cut his throat in his sleep. It’s not really clear if Luis just doesn’t have the perspective to take this danger seriously or if he is subconsciously self destructive. I think the latter fits very well with his character. Luis is the type of person who sees a priceless porcelain vase that’s very significant to its owner and has this compulsion to smash it. And I think since he sees himself as this valuable commodity, since that’s the only way anyone has ever seen him, there is something attractive to him about being broken and defiled by somebody who sees no inherent value in him at all. He could not ask anyone but Gil to fuck him the way he wants to be fucked, and on top of that, Gil gets just as much out of it as Luis does. Fucking is the surest way for Luis to draw out Gil’s true nature. But Luis is greedy and he wants to know that Gil’s heart is all his, too, whatever is in it, and Gil will never give him the satisfaction (of knowing that it absolutely is.)

[fandomtrashrat]

Whispers of the Heart

Solas//Lavellan

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Note: Finally had some time to write part 2! Enjoy ★彡

It had been almost two weeks since they had descended the mountains of Skyhold, and Lavellan felt like she was going mad. Whether that could be the relentless sandstorms of the Western Approach, or the fact that Solas had been avoiding her, she could not say.

Each day was filled with the same routine: the party would venture deeper into the arid wasteland, battling venatori, and closing rifts. At least there's a dragon to fight, as Bull would remind her every morning. She didn’t have the heart to tell him to stop.

“Inquisitor, we have arrived,” Cassandra said, her voice cutting through Lavellan’s thoughts. “Griffon Wing Keep. According to Cullen, it would be of great benefit to capture it.” Lavellan looked at the outpost and sighed. Why do I only bring three people to capture a fucking fortress?

Her face must have shown her annoyance, as Bull leaned over and clapped her on the back. “Don’t worry, Boss. We’ve faced worse odds before. Besides, fighting Venatori gets the blood flowing.”

She managed a faint smile and nodded, “All right, how should we do this?” Pointing to her map, she continued, “ According to Scout Harding, there’s a sewer pipe that leads right into the—”

THUNK! THUNK! THUNK!

As Lavellan turned to look, Bull had smashed open the front doors with a series of powerful strikes, the echoing reverberating through the courtyard. Any chance of having the element of surprise shattered along with the door.

“Or he could barge into the front door,” Solas quipped. Well, shit.

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“…and then I barge into the front door!” Bull exclaimed to the Inquisition soldiers, “I swear on the Qun that I saw one of them shit their pants! Oh what a rush!” The Inquisition soldiers looked at Bull in awe as he towered over them near the campfire. It was night, and by the old gods and the new, they had managed to survive. She sat at the base of a tree, positioned away from the group gathered by the campfire. She took a deep breath in, the isolation giving her a quiet retreat. For a moment, she felt as though she was back home with her clan.

“May I sit?” Solas’ voice called out. She looked up and saw him, giving her a small smile. It was one of the first ones he has directed at her since the beginning of the journey. She missed it. Lavellan nodded, making space for him beside her. As he settled down, Bull continued his lively storytelling, and the Inquisition soldiers hung on to his every word.

Solas glanced at Lavellan and said in a softer tone, “It’s moments like these that remind us of the humanity that still exists in a world gripped by chaos and conflict, wouldn’t you agree?”

Lavellan nodded in agreement. “It’s easy to lose sight of what’s worth fighting for, but these moments give us strength…at least that’s what Mother Giselle says.” As the campfire crackled in the background, Lavellan looked into his eyes and was inexplicably drawn to them. They held such an enigmatic wisdom that defied explanation.

He returned his gaze to the dancing flames, and so did she. They sat there in silence as the laughter of Inquisition soldiers filled the air. "Solas, I never asked you, but do you have a clan or a family?" She saw his jaw tense and a wave of guilt immediately welled up in her chest. "I-I'm sorry, I should not have asked such a personal question."

"I had...something that resembled a family, yes," he replied, his voice carrying the weight of centuries. "But that was a very long time ago, and I do not wish to delve further into those matters." She nodded, mentally scolding herself.

“And what if your clan, Inquisitor? Surely they must miss their to-be Keeper?” Solas redirected the conversation, his eyes filled with a curious, yet gentle, inquiry. Lavellan couldn’t help but smile at the mention of her clan.

"Oh, I'm sure they do," she remarked, earning a small smile from Solas. She gazed up at the stars. "When I was with the clan, I would have done anything to go off on my own,” Lavellan admitted. “They had such high expectations for me to become Keeper, but it's not the life I wanted. But now…as I sit here responsible for the fate of everyone in Thedas, I’d do anything to go back to those days." She felt his stare but refused to meet his gaze. Somehow, the barriers she had managed to uphold over the last two months had crumbled within minutes.

Solas’ voice was soft, almost as if he was speaking to himself. “The burden of leadership can be heavy, and choices are seldom easy.” Lavellan turned her head to look at him, finally meeting his gaze, “Yes, but if we don’t make these choices who will?” The night wrapped around them like a shroud, the campire flickering, a silent witness to the swirling emotions between them. The serenade of crickets filled the air as Lavellan realized that everyone had gone to their tents.

Tension hung in the air as their faces drew closer, an unspoken yearning between them. She leaned in, her lips almost meeting his, and for a moment, it felt as though the entire world had changed. As he leaned in, his breath warm against her skin, he stopped himself. Her heart sank as the moment shattered before her.

“I’m sorry, but I cannot allow this to happen again,” he whispered, his eyes holding a mixture of longing and regret. With those words, he stood up, and walked away, leaving Lavellan sitting there in the night. She sighed as she leaned her back against the tree, looking at the stars who bore witness to the scene.

Dread wolf take me.

[negative-speedforce]

Not-so-nice asks for Hyun-Ki and Kayla please!

alone, desire, failure, guilt, mask, and nightmare?

alone: How does your OC deal with loneliness? Have they ever been completely alone before? How do they act when there's no one around to see them?

When in his brief moments of lucidity while under Jessi's control, Hyun-Ki is completely alone. This terrifies him, because he's always had a huge group of loved ones, such as his band, his parents, and his fans. Unfortunately, it's hard to make connections under hypnosis, and Jessi cut him off from his old friends.

Kayla's almost always lonely. Her and Dori share similar objectives, but for security reasons, they can't spend too much time together, and they can't tell each other the fine details of what they're doing, so Kayla's pretty much on her own most of the time. She's used to it.

desire: What's one thing your OC wants more than anything in the world? Are they open with that desire? Why or why not? What would they do to fulfill it?

More than anything, Hyun-Ki wants his life back. He wants to make music again, hang out with his bandmates, travelling the world, and to see his mom, because Hyun-Ki is the world's biggest mama's boy. He can't exactly be open about this desire, nor can he do anything about it, because, y'know, mind control.

Kayla wants nothing more than to burn HYDRA to the ground. She's dedicated her entire life since the age of 12 to this goal, studying her ass off and graduating high school at 15, then going on and dual majoring in neurology and engineering, using her great-uncle's status as leader of HYDRA to get herself a place working with the Winter Soldier himself. She'll never tell anyone her goal, minus Dori, because they'd kill her.

failure: What's your OC's greatest failure? Have they been able to move past it? Does anyone else know about it?

Hyun-Ki's greatest failure (in his opinion) was his attempt to kill Jessi, three months after she took control of him. She had a mix of her songs playing while she was cooking dinner, and because they had done a track together, one of SoulSong's big singles came on. Hyun-Ki smashed a wineglass and attempted to impale her in the throat with the stem of it, but Jessi used her sonic powers to shatter the glass before he could.

Kayla's greatest failure was her lack of cybersecurity on her personal logs. When HYDRA's files were leaked, they immediately found all her records of how she had been working to take down HYDRA from the inside out. This led to her eventual capture and her transformation into HYDRA's newest weapon, Firebird.

guilt: What is your OC guilty about? How do they handle their guilt? Do they try to avoid guilt, or do they accept it?

Hyun-Ki feels extremely guilty about the fact that he hasn't called his mom in two years. When he manages to regain control for a few moments, he always looks up "Moon Sunhee" online just to make sure that she's still alive and that she's okay. Unfortunately for her, he doesn't usually have enough control to actually make a phone call.

Kayla feels guilty about failing to free the Winter Soldier before HYDRA's fall. She really tried, but she never had an opportunity, since it was far too dangerous. She handles this guilt by ignoring it, especially since she has to worry about the fact that her body is being quite literally puppeteered and used to hurt the people she loves.

mask: Does your OC wear a mask, literally or figuratively? What goes on beneath it? Is there anyone in their life who gets to see who they are under the mask?

Hyun-Ki's an extremely open person. He's passionate and brutally honest, which made his personality shift under Jessi all the more strange.

Kayla's whole life since she was about 12 or so has been one big mask, plotting and scheming to eventually destroy everything her great-uncle had made. She acts like your typical sadistic HYDRA scientist most of the time, but underneath, she's an extremely compassionate person.

nightmare: What does your OC have nightmares about? How do they deal with their nightmares? Do they tell people, or keep it to themself?

Hyun-Ki doesn't dream, at least not under Jessi's control. His whole life is just semi-conscious, living in a daze somewhere between waking and sleeping. However, before Jessi kidnapped him, he would always call his mom after a particularly bad nightmare.

Kayla's nightmares involve failing to help others. Sometimes she's scared that with her work, she's just making things worse. She never tells others about her dreams, since it might compromise the security of her work.

[quirky-adorkable-nishy]

RobxStar Week 2023: Missing

*Long time observer of robxstar week, first time making actual content. I hope it's good (this is kinda meant to go with a couple of the other 2023 prompts so it does have some continuation later on). Tagging @robxstar just in case Tumblr casts this to the void.

Missing

The first thing Robin was aware of was a sickly sweet scent lingering in the air. Something about it nudged a memory, distant in the haze of his barely conscious mind.

"Yo Robin, get up man!" Cyborg's voice cut through the fog, urgent and panicked. Robin shot upright, immediately regretting it. His head pounded, and his stomach lurched. Spots swam at the edge of his vision. Whatever happened, it hit him harder than a blow from Conderblock. He shook his head to clear his blurry vision.

When he opened his eyes, he inhaled sharply. The coms room of the tower looked like a hurricane had ripped through it. The window overlooking the ocean had been completely smashed in. The couch was completely flipped over, and a handful of scorch marks dotted the floor in a random array. To the right of him, Raven and Beast Boy also seemed to be coming too, eyes widening as their awareness returned to them, and they took in what they were seeing. As Robin moved to get up shards of glass crunched under his boots.

"Did anyone get the number of whatever hit us," Beast Boy groaned. Robin ignored his quip as he further examined the room. Then, all at once, a ball of ice dropped to the pit of his stomach as he realized someone was missing.

"Where's Starfire?" he asked, eyes darting frantically around the room. They were all in the coms room together just a few minutes ago. She should be here.

"That's why I woke you up. As soon as I came to, I looked all over the place. She's not in the tower. And I found this on the floor," Cyborg said, opening his palm to reveal Starfire's communicator, completely smashed.

The cold dread spread through his veins, threatening to freeze him to the spot. He had to keep calm. Wracking his brain, he tried to remember what had happened. The last thing he recalled was something crashing through the window. Whatever it was, it filled the room with that sickening scent. Then ea heavy feeling overtook him and he fell. The last thing he remembered was a bright flash of green. Starfire's starbolts. Then,after that, nothing.

Whatever had attacked them, must be behind this.

"Raven, see if you can sense where she is. Cyborg, you and I are going to check the security tapes," Robin barked more harshly than he had intended. If the team took offense however, they offered no complaint.

As Robin sat at the computer, Cyborg placed a hand on his shoulder

"Hey, we're gonna find her ok," he reassured the leader. Robin clenched his teeth so hard his jaw ached. He had to keep a tight lid on all the emotions that were swirling chaotically in his mind if he was going to find Star.

If he gave into the raw panic screaming her name over and over again in his mind,he would miss something important. A clue that could give him the faintest hope he could find her. His anger he would save for whoever dared to take her away.

But the guilt was the worst feeling of all. It gnawed at him, whispering in the back of his mind that this was his fault. He should have protected her. He was supposed to keep her safe. Once he had said that no one was going to take her away. Not from the team. Not from him.

He failed.

"I can't sense her. wherever she is, it's too far away," Raven called out. Robin brought his fist down hard on the desk, allowing the anger bubbling at the surface to seep out. Cyborg flinched next to him,and he heard BB yelp in the background. Inhaling sharply,he shifted through the most recent footage.

Whatever his them didn't show up on the camera until what looked like gas bombs flung through the window. Four of them went down quickly, but judging from the footage, Starfire held out a bit longer. A few of her starbolts flung in random directions, trying to find an enemy through the hazey gas before she too went down with a thud.

The gas cleared and the window shattered with a thunderous crack. As if blipping into existence, a spaceship appeared outside the tower. Two figures entered the Tower. One was quitelarge and muscular. He was followed by a more reptilian being with a bulbous head. The large one threw the couch Starfire had fallen behind, throwing her over his shoulder. In another blip, they and the ship were gone.

From the time stamp on the video, all of the footage took place an hour ago.

With a guttural growl, Robin flung the chair behind him.

"They could be anywhere! She could be halfway across the universe by now!" Robin yelled, feeling his own voice reverberate across the room. His words hung heavy in the air. No one seemed to know what they were supposed to say.

They couldn't even track her. His legs threatened to buckle as the panic roared louder and louder in his mind. He wanted to run right to Starfire and save her, and he didn't even know how to narrow down a location. Every second that ticked by, she could be hurt. Hurt or.....

A shrill beeping cut through the silence. Robin whipped his head sharply in the direction of the screen. His first thought was that it was a ransom message. He was surprised to see that it was Galfore hailing them using the emergency signal.

Cyborg automatically accepted the call before Robin could bring himself to move.

"Titans! I must speak with Starfire immediately," the Grand Ruler's eyes darted around looking for Starfire. Robin felt bile claw its way up his throat.

"Galfore...I'm sorry. Starfire was taken," Robin said. He did his best to explain what had happened, finding it increasingly harder to look the Tamaranian in the eye as he recounted the details. When he had finished, Galfore's expression darkened

"What did these treacherous fiends look like?" Galfore growled. Robin pulled up a still image of the aliens for Galfore to see. The warrior let lose a stream of what Robin could only guess were Tamaranian curses.

"The Psions and the Citadel appear to be the culprits" Galfore said after regaining some composure. Robin felt his chest clench. He knew that once Starfire had been promised to the Citadel as a slave. He had promised the moment he met her that she would never have to face that fate.

But still, the Titans exchanged hopeful glances. By some miracle, they had a lead.

"Can you give us any insight into where we could find them? Anywhere at all?" Robin begged. It didn't matter where or how unlikely the chance she would be there was. He would scour the whole universe until he found Starfire.

Galfore's eyebrows pinched close together, pondering something.

"It is fitting that you say that young detective. The reason I have called is because Citadel and Psion ships are approaching Tamaran."

"But why would they threaten her home if they already have Starfire?" Raven pondered.

"It doesn't matter. It's the only lead we have. Titans go!" Robin ordered.

As the T-Ship left orbit, Robin knew there was a slight chance that Starfire wasn't even with those ships. But it didn't matter. He would take on a whole army and force them to take him to her if he had to.

No matter what he had to do, Robin was going to get Starfire back.

[verycoolusername1]

Birthday Boy

Summary: In which it's Quinn's birthday and you want to celebrate

Quinn Hughes x Gn!reader

Warning: I don't think there are any but there might be grammatical errors despite ke having grammarly on my phone lmao

A/N: IT'S HUGGY'S BIRTHDAY RAH RAH RAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH and yk I just had to write a little something for him as he's literally the loml in every universe(the parasocial relationship is going HARD)

Also the devils have a game on his birthday- in this fic THEY DON'T SO EXCEPT A CAMEO FROM JACK AND LUKE

Quinn woke up with a groan as you were rapidly kissing his face. "Baby?"

"Happy birthday quinny," You whispered. "I would kiss you but you know how I feel about morning breath."

Quinn smashes his lips onto yours anyway, making you groan. "And you know how I feel about morning breath."

You teased. "You're twenty-five and still acting like a child."

"Only with you." Quinn mumbles.

You kissed his forehead in reply as you slowly pulled away from him. "Go back to sleep, I know you're tired honey."

Quinn didn't waste no time in going back to sleep. You kissed his cheek as you got ready to leave. In an instant, you were gone.

You wished you could spend your morning with the man of your dreams, but you had to hurriedly get his party in order and then later pick his family up from the airport.

You sent Brock a quick text telling him to get Quinn out of the house, which he responded rather quickly that he's on it.

You also sent a message to the birthday boy himself, telling him that you have errands to run and that you'll be back soon. He didn't respond, which made you a little sad.

You drove to party city and got a few decorations and called a few members of the team to come and help you.

You drove to the airbnb you had rented out and waited for the boys to come rolling in before you gave them instructions before leaving for the airport.

You waited in your car until you got the text from Jack that they were getting off the plane. You made your way into the airport and were trying to spot the family. Unknowingly, they already spotted you.

Luke ran behind you and picked you up despite the bags in his hands, making you squeal. "Luke Warren Hughes." You warned, making him put you down almost immediately.

Jack laughed at the interaction and shook his head. "Nice to see you too Y/n."

"Oh hush, we're on a tight schedule. I think your mom would agree." You gestured to Ellen, who nodded.

"They're right, this is Quinn's day and we can't waste any second." Ellen reasoned.

The family followed you to your car and you drove to the Airbnb.

"What have you got him doing all day?" Jim asked.

"To be honest, I'm not sure. I asked Brock to distract him, but considering it's Brock... could be anything." You shook your head.

"Wow this place looks beautiful." Luke comments.

"Of course it is, I picked it out." You rolled your eyes. "Anyways, I gotta go, bye!"

You unlocked your phone to a bunch of texts from Quinn, begging you to take him away from Brock. You chuckled as you texted back and got in your car and headed to the bakery.

The baker instantly recognized your voice, having talked to your voice on the phone beforehand.

"Over here y/n." You followed the baker to a white box that was most definitely Quinn's cake.

You thanked the baker and called the catering about dinner and gave them the address of the Airbnb and texted Ellen to expect them.

You dropped the cake off at the Airbnb and told Jack to not touch it or go within a 5 mile radius of it.

You texted Quinn that you're heading back to the apartment, to which he quickly replied that he was already there.

You unlocked the door and was met by your boyfriend giving you a bear hug.

"I missed you." He mumbled into your shoulder.

A pang of guilt went through. You realized you neglected him all day on his birthday nonetheless.

"I'm here now baby it's okay." You scratched his head. "Cmon, we gotta get ready, I made a reservation." You lied.

"Can't we just miss it and stay in bed, I just wanna be with you." He whispered.

"This reservation is important. We can't miss it." You told him sternly.

You two went to your bedroom, and Quinn put on a suit while you put on an outfit you knew he liked.

You came out of the bathroom, and Quinn's breath got caught in his throat.

"You-you look amazing." He gushed.

"Thanks, Quinn, you look nice too. Are you ready to go?" You asked, to which he nodded.

You quickly texted Jack that you were arriving with Quinn before starting the car.

Quinn pretty much stared at you the whole ride, making you nervous.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer." You joked.

To your surprise, he actually does. Taking you off guard.

"I'm gonna make it my wallpaper." He declared.

"You wouldn't." You looked at him as you parked the car.

"You look good tonight, and I could stare at you for hours. I think I would." He smiled softly.

You smiled bashfully and were grateful. He couldn't see much of it due to it being dark out.

"Cmon... let's go." You unlocked the car.

Quinn's hands immediately found their ways to yours, and you walked to the airbnb, laughing at his stupid jokes. He would whisper in your ear, hand in hand, looking like a lovesick couple.

"This doesn't look like a restaurant." Quinn noted the obvious.

"Yeah I actually had a different reservation in mind, hope you don't mind honey." You kissed his cheek.

You opened the door and let Quinn enter first and turned on the lights.

"Surprise," you whispered as the guests yelled the word.

"What's all this?" He asked, turning to you.

"It's your birthday party," You shrugged.

"So that's why you were out all day..." Quinn trailed off.

"Yeah," You chuckled. "Do you forgive me now?"

"You know I do." Quinn pulled you in a hug. "Thank you. I appreciate this, but more importantly, you."

You grew warm at his words as you smiled at him. "No need to get all sappy just cause I'm showing my love for you. Now cmon your family's here."

Quinn snapped his head towards you. "My family's here? But they said that they couldn't-"

"Well, we obviously lied." Jack suddenly appeared beside you two.

"Happy birthday, honey." Ellen went up to him, Quinn hugged her tight.

You quietly snuck off to make you and Quinn a plate, leaving the family to catch up.

"All he did was ask about you the whole day." Brock slides in next to you.

You chuckled looking at him. "Oh did he now?"

"Every damn minute, I was so close to locking him in a closet." Brock laughs.

You laugh alongside him, unaware of the several eyes on you.

"Don't let them slip through your fingers." Ellen told him sternly. "They went of their way to make this the perfect day for you, you know how much they love you."

Quinn looked at you softly as you slowly came back over, Luke next to you. "Believe me, I know. I would have been content with staying in bed all day if it meant I would be with them."

Jim looked at his son softly before making a knowing glance with his wife.

"How long?" He asked.

Quinn looked at his dad. "How long what?"

"How long have you been thinking like this?" He clarifies.

"Oh." Quinn's face began to flush. "Uh for awhile."

"You've been thinking about spending the rest of your lives with them for awhile??" Jack comes back in the conversation. "How long is awhile?"

Quinn shook his head, making Jack laugh. You came up to his side again with his plate in your hands. He thanked you with a kiss to your hand and leaned into your touch.

"I guess for awhile means a long time." Luke muttered.

Quinn quickly shut them up with a glare.

"What do they mean?" You looked between the brothers in curiosity.

"Nothing you need to worry about." Quinn mumbles.

"Hey Y/n I love this party and all, but it's not really a birthday without some cake." J.T. grinned.

Your eyes widened in realization. "Omg, you're right! How could I forget about the cake?" You muttered the question to yourself as you ran off to get the cake.

Ellen hushed everyone to the table as they all waited for you. You lit the 25 candle and slowly lifted the cake and made your way to the table.

As you walked towards Quinn, Jack couldn't help but notice the way he was looking at you. Like you were the only person in the room, the light of his life. He took a quick photo before getting glared at by his mom.(that photo is now Quinn's lockscreen)

Everyone else began to sing happy birthday to Quinn. You included as you held the cake in front of him. Once the(terrible) singing was concluded, Quinn blew the candles out and you made your way to him with the first slice.

"Thank you." Quinn quietly says.

"Your welcome baby." You ruffled his hair.

"No... thank you." He tried to sound more serious but it doesn't help when Luke is eating half of the cake, Petey stopping him before he could get the chance.

"For what?" You looked down at him.

"For making today one of the best days of my life." He clarifies.

"Oh Quinn it's nothing, you don't need to thank me for this." You smiled.

"I know but I want to." He smiled. "I love you."

"I love you too." You kissed his head. "At least your frontal lobe is fully developed now. Can make extra good decisions now."

Quinn swatted your arm. "Hey! I make good decisions all the time."

"And what about that one time where you ghosted me? For two months I might add." You spoke with a questioning look.

"Touche." He said defeated.

[bats-after-dark]

oh so I was originally gonna combine this with the first draft of my reply, but it got hornier in the second draft, so this gets its own post yaaaay! I’ve been thinking a lot abt Xiaobao and Huaien….talking to each other about sex. feels fake! but some level of it has to happen for them to have an entire jingling based mating dance that leads to fairly negotiated CNC (ok somewhat negotiated. Xiaobao said yes to it). idk I can’t decide how much negotiation hits the They Wouldn’t Say That line. here’s part of a flashback that actually has no place in this fic yet; I just wanted to write it.

It had been a few months into their marriage, each night spent together in a tender heated embrace, Huaien carefully, dutifully proving to Xiaobao that he loved him, that they were good together, that Xiaobao liked this. And then, one night, Xiaobao had curled up in his lap as Huaien sipped his after dinner tea and Xiaobao had said, “There’s something I want to talk to you about.” Huaien had set down his tea. He’d listened, half terrified, as Xiaobao had opened his speech with, “You know I love what we do in bed,” and Huaien’s stomach had gone ice cold and cramped, even though Xiaobao had the sweet silly expression on his face that meant he was thinking about Huaien touching him. Inside of him. Xiaobao had taken a deep breath and continued on, saying, “But sometimes I miss how you would treat me when we first met. I miss how you would push me around a little.” Xiaobao touched the back of Huaien’s hand and then wrapped his hand around it, squeezing.  Huaien stared at him. He thought of the blurry memory of Xiaobao on the river bank, little wounded whimpers, thought of rolling him over in the bed in his parents’ old home, thought of taking him by force in the brothel—Huaien hissed softly. “When we first met, I was not very kind to you.” “I liked it.” Huaien eyed him. “I want to ache with it.” The look in Xiaobao’s eyes lit a fire inside of Huaien. He’d picked Xiaobao up, squealing, thighs obediently wrapping around Huaien, clinging to him, and dropped him onto the bed. Stripped him and shoved him onto his belly and held him down and fucked him, hard and mean and a little desperate. Xiaobao had begged for it, face smashed up against the bed, whining.  Afterward, sweaty, sated, Huaien had felt the guilt trickle in, slow at first, and then a rushing torrent of it. “Xiaobao?” “Mmph.” Cradled against Huaien’s side, Xiaobao had cracked an eye open. Little smile. His fingers curled over Huaien’s arm.  “Did you like it?” Xiaobao had beamed at him, his entire face lighting up. Pressed a kiss to Huaien’s cheek. “Yeah. Just like that.” He’d fallen deeply asleep not long after, clutching Huaien to him.  Huaien had given himself little allowances over time, pulling Xiaobao’s hair to hear him whine, smacking Xiaobao’s ass to feel the way he clenched tight around him, holding Xiaobao down to feel him struggle. Little things at first and then bigger ones. Tying Xiaobao to the bed, his eyes wide, and fucking him like that. Not letting him touch. Blindfolding him. Not always, though. Sometimes, Xiaobao would sigh and say, “Go easy on me, furen,” and Huaien would set him down on their marriage bed and make love to him. He tried not to feel guilty about his own delight in the infrequency of those nights, about his pleasure in hurting Xiaobao.  Huaien always slept easily, though. The guilt didn’t stick. They had been lying in bed, bruises on Xiaobao’s lovely skin, the guilt stealing into Huaien as Xiaobao pressed on them, when he’d said, “Are there other things you want?” And Huaien’s breath had caught in his throat.  “Because,” Xiaobao had said, “there are other things I want.”

Huaien nodded. Hoped they were things he could offer. And Xiaobao had told him, whispered words, a little breathless. When he finished, he said, “What about you?” Huaien swallowed. He knew the answer to this. “You can’t be mad.” “I won’t be mad,” Xiaobao said immediately.  “I want to force you.”