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a-b-riddle · 10 months ago

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Part 9 (unrevised version). Since I've gotten 6 messages and a good bit of asks requesting to view it. Here it is, not in its final form.

You had hoped Monday would have treated you better than the past two days, but walking up to your shop in the pouring rain to already see a body standing outside waiting wasn't a good sign.

Customers who waited outside your shop always made you feel uncomfortable. But when you finally got close enough, you took in the person before you.

"We don't open for another hour." Your voice flat as you fished for your keys.

"I'll wait." Was Kyle's reply.

"Then you'll have to do it outside." You said, the key sliding into the lock. He didn't argue as you shut the door behind you. Didn't even bother knocking when, after thirty minutes, you looked in the window to see that the wind was causing the rain to blow sideways.

You relented. Letting him in thirty minutes earlier. It was a small mercy, even if he was soaked to the bone. You almost felt bad when his chattering teeth were the only thing you could hear.

Almost.

"I take it John told you about our little talk yesterday." You said, going about your business. Engaging in the conversation as if you were talking about the shitty weather that had tried to drown him.

"He did." He gave a sniffle. Running a hand over his beautiful, wet face. Droplets still staking their claim on his skin. "H-he alssso t-t-told us we were on our own in begging for our own f-forgiveness. Ra-ra- rightly s-s-s-so."

You huffed. Guilt beginning to eat at you before you turned, disappearing to the back of the store and coming back with a shirt and a blanket. "You left the shirt here."

He had no shame and wasted no time in taking off his jacket and soaked shirt. His chiseled body exposed to you. It was almost instinct to reach out and touch the soft skin. You luckily possessed some form of self restraint.

"So are you here to promise to make amends as well?" You crossed your arms. You meant it as a sign that you were wanting to create distance, but honestly you didn't trust yourself. It was second nature. Kyle and Johnny were tied when it came to having to always touch you.

Probably why his ghosting sucked so bad.

"I'd like to take you out." You couldn't help the laugh that escaped you. It wasn't until Kyle's face fell that you realized, "Oh, you're actually serious."

He opened his mouth, ready to no doubt give you the same exact promises of doing better that John had given you the day before. Fortunately for Kyle, you didn't have the time to entertain a conversation.

"Fine." You immediately relented. No argument. "That Indian place where I asked you to go four months ago. Seven. If you manage to figure out which place, then I'll be meeting you there. Otherwise you'll be eating alone."

Kyle stood still. Unprepared for the fact that you had... agreed. You actually agreed to let him take you out.

"I can pick you up."

"Not sure what time I'll be getting off today. Might go home first. Might just go straight there." You started opening tasks again. "I have to finish setting up. Seven sharp.

"Seven sharp." He repeated, his smile lighting up the room.

It made you feel sick.

It was 6:45 when your phone started ringing. It was Kyle. Confirming that he was at the restaurant you were supposed to go.

7:00. He had gotten the two of you a table. He'll go ahead and order you a drink. They had mango lassi, but wasn't sure if you wanted to stick to just water.

7:15 He tries calling you. When it goes to voicemail, a follow up text is sent asking if you're okay.

At 7:20, while sitting on the couch you text back. Sorry. Something came up. We'll reschedule, I promise.

If you knew giving them a taste of their own medicine felt so good, you would have done it ages ago. You felt no since of shame in sending it. You hated being petty, but you wanted them to know what it felt like.

John had a lot more of verbal outbursts coming his way and if Johnny was hoping for a chance, he would be lucky if you had sex with him again before marriage.

Ten minutes later, on the dot, there was a knocking on your door. Your food had arrived. Blindly, you opened the door. Only instead of the take out you had delivered, Kyle stood there. Yet again soaked to the bone and this time out of breath.

"How did you know I was here?" Was the first thing that had come into your mind. If anything, he would have went by the shop first, but no. He came here. You weren't the type to deviate from a schedule, but christ. Simon at your date and then the club. John at the shop on your day off. Now this. "I swear to fucking god this fucking stalking-"

"Easy now, Love. No one's stalking you." Bullshit.

Absolute bullshit. They were military. Really important and special connections type of military, but this was bullshit. They were keeping tabs on you somehow.

"I know for a fucking fact that place is only ten minutes away. So you didn't have time to check out my store-- where I should be-- before coming here. So I'm going to ask you again, how did you know I was here?"

"Okay," he shrugged. "Stalking. We're stalking you." Kyle was lying. We he nodded like a bobblehead, you knew whatever was coming out of his mouth was bullshit. The first time you confirmed it was after Johnny had volunteered to make haggis. Kyle told him it was good, no doubt hoping to spare his feelings.

"Kyle." You warned, eyes narrowed and teeth clenched. He paused as if trying to form another lie, but coming up short. Sighing in defeat, he confessed.

"Blocking us didn't stop you from sharing your location." In that moment, you could have strangled him. They had been still using your location. Something you had given them as a way to find you if you ever needed help. Now those assholes were using it for their own benefit.

"Son of a-" you shut your mouth. "I can't do this with you right now, okay?" You didn't confess that your publisher had asked for a last minute zoom call in the middle of your busiest work hour to see how you felt about doing a few meet and greets, all expenses paid.

Good news, but still... overwhelming. You still felt like an imposter. That you didn't deserve the hype you were getting. Your story wasn't that good. Your characters didn't hold much depth.

"Everything okay?" You didn't want to tell him. Didn't want to give him the chance to offer the reassurance you desperately needed for something he had no idea about.

"Why?" You asked, changing the subject. "I just want to know why? With John I get that the job gets stressful and needing someone to take-"

"No," he finished. "That's not an excuse. It's a reason. Not an excuse." His jaw clenched. "There is no excuse for how any of us treated you."

"Then what was your reason?" you asked. "I'm finding it very hard that someone who quite actively avoided me suddenly wants to get back together."

"I slacked off?" He shrugged. "I figured there were four of us and if I wasn't able to be there, it wouldn't make a difference."

"If you're just going to lie, Kyle, there is no point in continuing this conversation." You go to close the door only for his hand to stop you.

He stands there, looking at the ground. Even from the this angle you can see him take his bottom lip between his teeth.

He's nervous.

You step back. Giving him the option of coming in and saying it is whatever it is he needs to stay. He may be an ass like the rest of them, but this isn't exactly a conversation you want to have in the hallway for your nosey neighbors to hear.

He takes the silent invitation. Walking in and not speaking until you click the door shut. "You want the truth?" His voice is soft, but there is something else behind it. Anger?

"No," you say sardonically. "Please. Lie to me." He sighed, but didn't say anything. You were exhausted. The past few days had been a back-to-back rollercoaster of emotions. You were drained. You didn't have it in you for this right now. "Kyle-"

"I thought you only kept asking because you felt bad for me." He said the words so quickly, it took you a moment to process them. He thought.... you felt bad for him? "Like you were still trying to include me even if you didn't want to."

"Why?" Was the only thing you could come up with. You didn't have the energy to try to come up with your own reasoning for his admission.

"Don't think I don't know how I am compared to the them." He scoffed. You always knew the hierarchy of their work, even if you didn't know all the details. John was at the top. Captain and head bitch in charge. Simon was the lieutenant with Johnny and Kyle as Sergeants. Kyle was the youngest of the group by two years, but still. What was there to compare?

"So you're not a Captain or Lieutenant?" you shrug. "Johnny is the same rank as you. And you are the youngest and I'm sure with time you'll get to a position-"

"Black!" He said. "I'm black. I am the only fucking black guy not only in this relationship. I'm the only black guy in the 141, in the unit."

When it came to Kyle, black was the last thing you thought of. You thought of his soft brown eyes or house his hands felt so smooth against your body. How his smile could light up the room and how beautiful, how head-turning gorgeous he was. "I'm just an after thought in everything else regarding the 141, why would you be any different?"

"Ky," you were going to be sick. Was this how he really felt? With you? With the others? With work? "You know I don't feel that way, right?"

"Do you remember that time we went out? That french place?" How could you forget. The maître d' had asked Kyle to put a card on a tab before the two of you were even seated. At first you thought it was preposterous. Why would you make patrons at a fine dining restaurant do that? This wasn't a pub for Christ sakes. Kyle told you not to worry about it and handed over a card.

The two of you never went back.

"Oh my god." It dawned on you. "When they asked for your card..."

"I..." he sucked in a breath. Trying to keep his composure. "It was fucking humiliating. I was a man dressed to the fucking nines with a gorgeous girl on my arm and before I even got the chance to blow my money, I was treated like I couldn't afford it. It wasn't because of what I was wearing or who I was with. It was because of me. Of who I was. Who I am."

"Kyle," words escaped you. Nothing in that moment to reassure him that it never dawned on you. That it stupidly never dawned on you how there were times that people did look at him different. You wanted to tell him that it didn't matter. That you were just as important and lovable and respectable as the others. That you loved him just as much. Words failed you. All you could say say was, "I'm so sorry."

He swallowed, before taking in harsh breath through his nose. "It's not an excuse. I got wrapped up in my own stupid fucking head about how other people looked at me, I forgot it only mattered how you did."

"And you did." You said, aching to reach out. To touch him. Offer some comfort. Hating that he ever felt like he wasn't enough. Knowing the feeling all too well. Even if he was the one to make you feel it. "You did matter to me."

"I know." He said. You were thankful he said it clearly. Not shrugging his shoulders or nodding his head as he spoke. "I'll do anything to matter to you again." He took your hands in his, even though they had ached to hold you closer. But he knew not to test his luck. "If you want to press restart and let's take it back to the very beginning, I'll do that. I will court you and woo you and make you fall in love with me all over again because I will never fall out with you. I can't."

You weren't prepared for this. You had prepared to leave Kyle waiting in a restaurant alone. Now your heart ached in your chest at the idea of letting him ever think he wasn't enough because of the color of his skin.

"It doesn't have to be now or tomorrow or next week or next fucking month." He squeezed your hands the same way had John had. With the exact same intensity and promise. "Just let me try again. I won't let you down this time. I'll put in the work."

"I don't want you to feel like you have to work to make this relationship work, Kyle." You protest, wanting to pull your hands away. Free from the spell his touch had seem to be putting you under.

He smiled. Not enough to show off his teeth, but enough where have of his face lifted up. "It's not the type of work with long hours and a shit commute. Loving you is the same kind of work an artist puts into making a masterpiece. Pouring everything into it and getting something beautiful in return."

Before you could comprehend it, your face was wet. "Kyle." Your lips quivered, a sob threatening to come out. "I never felt like I needed to spend time with you, Ky." You sniffled. "I fucking wanted to. I missed you." You were so close. You needed to reel it in. Get it together.

"I just didn't understand how you could." His confession broke any restraint you had. Your hand flew to your mouth, trying to subdue your cries. When Kyle pulled you to his chest, his arms wrapping around you, you allowed yourself to crumble.

Not even for yourself, but for him.

For the kind heart you now knew broke with every sideways glance from passer-byes. For the hateful and prejudice world you lived in and for how they could overlook such a wonderful man just because of something as basic as the color of his skin.

You weren't sure how long you stood crying. You weren't certain if the knock on the door behind him actually happened or something your mind had conjured to try and pull you from your fit.

Eventually you did pull away from him. Your face covered in snot and tears. Seeing that you still were in need of it, Kyle pulled you back to him, only this time your face wasn't buried into his shirt.

You stood there. His arms wrapped around your back while yours found their home around his waist.

"I used to love when you would come back to my place directly from base as soon as you got back from a deployment." You said, breaking the silence. "I would be waiting like a kid on Christmas waiting to see what trinket made you think of me. You made me feel like even though we were so far away, you still thought about me."

"Always." He said, before his lips pressed against the top of your head. "Not a day I didn't miss being here with you."

The two of you eventually settled down on the couch. Both on opposite ends with a hot cup of tea in your hands and the array of take out containers half empty. You had planned for a night of eating your feelings so there was luckily enough food for two.

"I don't want to say no." You admitted. "But I need time. Before I even think about saying yes to all of this again."

"Not all of this," he reminded. "Just me. I'm doing my part in groveling, let the others figure it out. Or at least that's just what Price told us. Although you would be doing all of us a favor if you talked to Johnny?" Your ears perked up. You hadn't seen or heard from Johnny since Friday.

"What's wrong with Johnny?" You asked.

"Lad didn't cope well with you going on your date." Not that you had fucked him and said it was a mistake.... or maybe he kept that tidbit to himsle.f

"It wasn't a-" you started.

"I know," he said. "Simon happened to be nearby." You shot him a look, letting him know you weren't buying that lie, before he continued. "But he didn't. Fuck you're lucky we were able to drag him out of your apartment before you got back and he made an even bigger fool of himself."

"What are you talking about?" You asked. "What do you mean by drag?"

"Johnny called Simon. Told him you were on a date and to bring your ass back. Although you had made it a point to fuck him and leave-- absolutely no judgement, by the way-- he was going to make it a point to never leave your bed."

"My top sheet..." You had come home to your comforters and pillows on the floor. When making up your bed, the top sheet was missing. You had just assumed you didn't put it on or maybe it was in the wash.

"Refused to put his clothes back on. Me and John couldn't risk carrying a naked, screaming Scot through the streets without making a spectical. So we rolled him up and carried him of like a rug. A very heavy, squirmy rug."

"Oh," your hand flew to your chest. "Johnny." He was the bleeding heart of the group so you weren't exactly surprised. He was also the one who blew up shit, so he was definitely one for dramatics. "So that's how Simon figured out about dinner. But the drinks-"

"Whenever Simon is home, he's your shadow. The only time we don't worry about you is when we know he's with you." That made you roll your eyes.

"You act like he's my guard dog."

"He is."

"Is not." You defended, your conversation from Saturday night coming back to you.

"You're not my body guard, Simon." You snapped.

"Not trying to be," he said. "I was never trying to be."

"He's not." you said again.

"You're right." Kyle relented, shrugging his fucking shoulders.

"You're saying that like you're just not trying to argue with me." He took a sip of your tea. "Kyle!" He sighed before looking at you as if the last thing he wanted to do was continue on the subject.

"He is." He said. "Your guard dog."

"I mean he protects me, but all of you do." He shakes his head, a huff of air going out of his nose, almost amused.

"Not like Simon." He admits it almost as if he were ashamed. "I want to say something." He said it as if he were preparing you for the next words to come out of his mouth would change the course of the night. "I need to say it because it would make me less of a man and even less of a friend if I didn't. But I don't want you to hate me or yourself for it."

Why would you hate yourself for it?

"Fine." you agreed, giving him permission to continue. "I won't hold it against you."

"You were always the one to coordinate things to do. One-on-one dates. Helping John with paperwork when shit got to crazy and you were the only one the uptight asshole would let touch his files." You gave a small smile remembering how John had barked at a recruit to get the fuck out of his office before peppering you with kisses at your arrival. Giving small pecks of appreciation as he explained what he needed you to do and how to do it.

"Helping me after my shoulder injury and staying on my ass about the physical therapy."

"Well someone had to." You countered.

"This past Christmas when Johnny needed to get his sisters gifts so you made a whole day out of it going to see lights and ice skating." Johnny was the proud owner of a freshly bruised tailbone after landing flat on his ass and swearing off skating for the rest of his life. Feckin' ice.

"Okay?" You asked, not really sure where Kyle was headed for this. He had pointed out what a good girlfriend you were, had been. How you had always tried to be helpful and do whatever needed to help your boys out.

He stopped. He looked at you as if he were debating to tell you what he had warned you about. He looked down at the floor before taking his bottom lip in between his teeth.

"Fuck." He muttered.

"Spit it out, Kyle!" You whined, now clueless to what point he was trying to make by all the examples of what a good girlfriend you had been.

He looked at you with the same solemness that a friend looked at another friend before having to call them out on their shit, knowing that the pill they were about to be given would be a hard one to swallow.

"You never did that with Simon."

#simon ghost riley #call of duty #captain john price #kyle gaz garrick #angst #john soap mactavish #angst with a happy ending #grovel

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cybrasigilism · 2 months ago

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Hey, I was wondering if you could do a dae ho x reader x thanos, where they both are trying to do outlandish stuff to get the readers attention on them and not the other. they're both so goofy at times

This Means War (Kang Dae-ho/Thanos X F! Reader)

warning: no smut! | not proofread | lowercase intended | OOC (bc daeho and thanos don’t really interact in the series) | love triangle(?) | this is my interpretation of these characters, please be respectful even if my opinions on the characters differ from your own

characters: kang dae-ho (player 388), thanos/choi su-bong (player 230)

A/N: this may be the most entertaining fic i’ve written yet! thank you so much for the brilliant request, i’ve tried my best to make it an enjoyable read for you all! this is a mixed POV story so apologies for the confusion as it reads, i wanted to try something different but if this was too much of a confusing read i likely won’t do this style of fic very often. AND ik its short, i’m so sorry, but this is only the beginning of this story (if you guys like it)

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dae-ho was sure he’d never seen someone quite so captivating in all his life. the moment you grabbed his attention from across the room at the very beginning of the games, he knew he had to get to know you. whether it was the way your face managed to light up the dark atmosphere of the common area, or the way you carried yourself in a calm, collected, self assured manner amongst all the uncertainty; he fell head over heels effective immediately.

unfortunately for dae-ho, he wasn’t the only one who seemed to have noticed you. thanos had clocked you the minute people started filing out from their bunks, and he felt things right then that he hadn’t felt for anyone before. he was totally drawn to you, it was almost as if he knew he had to stake his claim on you sooner rather than later, lest someone make their move first. he would be damned if he lost his chance with the most gorgeous girl he’d ever laid his eyes on to some random.

as for you, you were spending more of your time focusing on your current situation rather than scouring the location for potential suitors. you didn’t notice any familiar faces, to be honest you were kind of relieved at that. you would have been embarrassed to see a colleague or a friend there, knowing full well the predicament that you must have been in to even consider joining these sketchy games. you maintained a level head up to the point where you were all led to this photo center like cattle, taking photos for whatever reason before entering the first game. just as you were joining a line to take your photo, you heard someone call out your number out of nowhere.

“sẽnorita!” the same voice called out once again this time followed quickly by a whistle, causing you to turn your head and see this purple-haired guy with a crowd of people surrounding him. “i’ve got room for one more here, c’mon!” he beckoned for you to join the cramped circle. you felt your face contort into a concerned expression before simply turning away and joining a line far away from whatever that was. you could still feel that guy look at you for a quick moment, but when you glanced in his direction, he was long gone.

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this first game, Red Light Green Light, was not anything like what you or anybody else were expecting. when the rules stated that players who moved would be eliminated, you didn’t conclude that that meant they would be assassinated. poker face be damned, you could feel your body vibrate every time that creepy doll turned her head back round to face the players, eyes scanning for even the slightest bit of movement. the next time you were all allowed to move forward, this tall, dark haired guy moved in front of you almost deliberately. when you all froze again you noticed he had his hand extended out to you behind his back, with his mouth covered you could hear him whisper “just stay close to me, okay?” you waited before that damned dolls head was turned around again before you grabbed his hand and the two of you took off.

once you both crossed the finish line, you looked up at your mystery saviour. “thank you for doing that..” you said, voice noticeably shaken from all the death you witnessed, and were still witnessing. he looked down at you and smiled. “of course, anything for you.” that last part warmed your heart, it was nice to know you had already found someone you could rely on in these trying new circumstances of yours. you let your gaze shift off subconsciously and noticed that purple headed guy from earlier, staring daggers at the man who had just essentially saved your life.

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after the surviving players returned to the common area, cast their vote, and split off back to their beds, thanos made a b-line for dae-ho, looming over his bed to which dae-ho quickly took notice.

“that was some lame shit you pulled.” dae-ho had never been so perplexed at another person in his life. “what’re you talking about?” he asked, earning a laugh from the quirky stranger. thanos kneeled down, making eye contact with dae-ho now. “you know damn well, 388,” he started, spitting out dae-ho’s number as though it were a dirty word. “swooping in, acting like the hero for that chick.” dae-ho looked unamused, trying to be unassuming about the whole ordeal. “i don’t know what you think this is, i was just trying to keep somebody alive-“

“i didn’t ask what you were trying to do, did i?” thanos interrupted, getting closer to dae-ho now. “just know this. she’s mine. so i wouldn’t waste my time if i were you.” dae-ho held back a laugh, before looking his newfound opponent up and down. “that’s funny, the feeling didn’t seem mutual when she gave you the cold shoulder during photos.” thanos scoffed, turning away in an attempt to keep his cool. “whatever man, she’s just playing hard to get.” his voice trailed off at the end, when he clocked you sitting in your own bunk, knees to your chest.

“yeah, i don’t think that’s true.” dae-ho stated, getting up out of his bed, and patting thanos on the back. “i get that you’re probably used to having girls fall over themselves for you, so it’s definitely shocking when someone like that doesn’t give you a second look.” dae-ho’s slight smugness about the whole ordeal left thanos speechless, watching with seething rage as dae-ho made his was over to where you were sat. he knew that the games weren’t the only thing he wanted to win over now. he knew he was certainly not going to let dae-ho captivate your heart so easily, and he knew that he was definitely not going down without a fight.

dae-ho knew something too: he now knew he had to keep you safe from thanos because something inside told him that if that maniac was capable of inadvertently killing random people in order to advance in the first game, there was no telling the lengths he would go to gain your attention. he made a vow to himself to never let you out of his sight while you were in your current situation. over his dead body would he let someone like thanos prevail.

the two of them both made a nemesis that day, each one swearing that they could get to you before the other did. they now knew it was about more than just the games.

they now knew that this meant war.

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apologies again for the length, or lack there of, of the fic! if anything i want to make this multiple parts but i understand if the format of this particular fanfiction is too confusing, and again i am sorry for that! just wanted to experiment :)

as always, advice and constructive criticism on how i can improve my writing are appreciated and requested!

have a splendid day/night lovelies 😙

tags: @gongyoosgf @agornotsworld @kvstjwonnie @marymustdie @pink-apples001 @fiicalapsiholoaga @wonestro @luvlyfandoms @putrescentpoet

#squid game #squid game 2 #fanfiction #squid game x reader #x reader fanfiction #player 230 #player 388 #thanos x reader #choi su bong #kang dae ho #dae ho x reader #imagine

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klaus-littlestwolf · 11 months ago

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Yan!Aemond T. NSFW A-Z

(For the multiple people who asked for a Yandere Alphabet for our favorite little War Criminal)

A stands for AFFECTION: how would they show affection?

•Aemond is a gift giver to the extreme

•From the moment you found out about your betrothal to your Uncle, you had been receiving gorgeous dresses, fantastic shoes and jewelry you could never have imagined wearing. All of the jewelry you were gifted containing large sapphires in the necklaces or earrings, staking the One Eyed Princes claim on you

B stands for BLOODY: how bloody are they willing to get for their object of obsession?

•He loves getting bloody on a normal occasion so getting bloody for you would be a joy for Aemond

•He would slaughter any and all men who dared even think they had a chance with his girl and he even killed a few women who thought it their place to ‘warn you’ about what he’s like and insist you needed to get out of the marriage proposal, even though you all knew that was impossible

C stands for CRUELTY: would they ever hurt their object of obsession?

•Aemond would avoid harming you as much as possible, he never liked to see pain on your face or bruises on your perfect porcelain skin but if you thought you were going to defy him then he needed to teach you a lesson

•Normally locking you in your rooms was enough after two days of isolation and eating all of your meals alone

•Only once did Aemond ever really hurt you and it was only after you had pushed him too far, something even you admitted he couldn’t ignore in public

D stands for DARLING: would they cross their object of obsession’s limits?

•Aemond is as patient as he can be with you but if you give him no other choice, then yes, he absolutely will

E stands for EXPOSED: how much do they expose their own feelings to their object of obsession?

•Aemond talks to you about almost everything

•One of your jobs as his wife is to listen to him and you quickly find out you’re the only person that he really tells about how he feels about everything from his mother to his brother to even his father

•He is also very open in how he feels about you, making it clear from the moment you are betrothed that you are his and he is completely obsessed with you loves you dearly

F stands for FIGHT: how would they react to their object of obsession fighting back?

•Aemond absolutely thinks it’s funny…for about 5 minutes

•You are his wife and him your husband, you will behave as a lady is expected to behave within the confines of her marriage so ‘fighting back’ isn’t really much of an option

G stands for GAME: do they think this is just a game?

•You are Aemond’s everything, this is no game

•Anyone who thinks it is will get a painful wake up call sooner than they think

H stands for HELL: what would be their object of obsession’s worst experience with them?

•Your worst experience would be the one time you made the mistake of refusing his demands in front of the small council

•Aemond didn’t want to harm you, he was trying quite hard to get you used to being his wife and doing your duties/behaving how he expected you to but you didn’t give him much of an option before you felt his hand strike your face so painfully you briefly thought he had broken your jaw

•He apologized for hitting you so hard later in the privacy of your rooms but informed you that you shouldn’t have said anything against him in front of anyone especially the small council and even you knew how badly you had messed up as soon as the words left your mouth

I stands for IDEAL: what are their plans for their object of obsession?

•Aemond’s plan is impregnating you

•That has been his plan since the moment he insisted his mother ensure you were going to be his wife

J stands for JEALOUSY: how they react when jealous? Do they get jealous?

•When Aemond is jealous someone is going to die, he is a violent man when he thinks another man is getting close to his wife and he will often publicly punish any man who he thinks is looking at his Princess wrong

•You learned very quickly to talk to other men as little as possible

•However you also learned that if you wanted a man dead you had a sure fire way to make it happen

K stands for KINDNESS: how they act around their object of obsession?

•When you and Aemond are alone he is much different than he is in public

•Aemond is usually a sweet, gentle person with you when he isn’t in a bad mood or you’re not being difficult

•Even when in public he is gentler with you than most men are with their wives, he’s just far more quiet and somber

L stands for LOVE LETTER: how would they approach their object of obsession?

•He made sure his mother knew he would only accept you as his wife, and that if Rhaenyra made the mistake of trying to marry you to anyone else he would steal you away before any wedding could take place and burn the Lords house to the ground, ally of the Hightowers or not

•Aemond was quite sweet to you, he always had been when you were children however he was a proper gentleman now and he ensured you were as happy as you could be…obsessively so

M stands for MASK: how different are their public persona from their true selves?

•He is quiet for the most part in public, and if he must say something it is usually a snarky comment or a backhanded insult

•With you he is very attentive and often needy for your attention which is actually what makes you fall for him in the end, loving his desperation for you

N stands for NAUGHTY: how would they punish their object of obsession?

•Aemond locks you in your chambers until you can’t stand being alone anymore and admit you were wrong for whatever, you never really need anything more than that

O stands for OPPRESSION: how many rights would they take from their object of obsession?

•Rights?

•What are rights?

•You are Aemond’s wife. You will do what is expected of a highborn lady wife or be punished. Even so, Aemond tries to make you as happy as he can and doesn’t order you about as much as he could

P stands for PATIENCE: how patient are they with their object of obsession?

•Aemond tries his best to be very patient and to his credit he does very well until you push too hard

•Compared to other men and even other Targaryen men, he is quite patient with you, wanting you to actually learn lessons and want to be a good wife for him in the end

Q stands for QUIT: if their object of obsession died or escaped, would they ever be able to move on?

Died: He would be a complete basket case without you and he would refuse to remarry for any reason what so ever

Escaped: He would go on a rampage until he got you back. No one would be safe until he found you and had you back in his arms

R stands for REGRET: would they ever regret harming their object of obsession? Would they ever let them go?

•Aemond will Never let you go

•He would only ever regret how hard he slapped you once in a small council meeting, he hated how afraid of him you were in that moment

S stands for STIGMA: what made their yandere tendencies bloom?

•You had always been the only one in the family who was kind to Aemond, being his best friend as kids

•He knew you would be his wife from the moment you first stuck up for him during the pig prank to your brothers and uncle, that was the day he fell completely in love with you

•He decided that night that he would do whatever he needed to do in order to make you his wife, even though he knew his mother would want to marry him to another house and that Rhaenyra would never want you to be with him

T stands for TEARS: how would they react to their object of obsession crying/breaking?

•Anger

•Your tears brings out a rage in Aemond that is not often seen and he will slaughter whoever has made you so upset

•If he were the one to upset you however, he wouldn’t really know how to fix that. He would typically hold you until you either calmed down or cried yourself out and then get you a gift as an apology since “apologizing” isn’t really something he knows how to do very well

U stands for UNIQUE: something different they would do compared to others yanderes.

•In the beginning of your relationship, before the wedding was set and you were staying as far from him as you could, Aemond came up with a plan to make you dependent on him and feel safe with him to ensure you wouldn’t try and run back home to Rhaenyra and Daemon (who was the only man you seemed to trust which enraged him to no end)

•Aemond had Criston Cole hire a man to sneak into the castle with the intent to kill you. He planed it out meticulously to ensure you were never in any real danger though you wouldn’t know that

•The man entered your chambers as you were getting ready to sleep and you shrieked, backing towards the window, pleading with him not to harm you and telling him that he could leave and you would forget he was ever there. Suddenly your door flew open and Aemond ran in, he was on the man before you could blink, beating his head in as he shouted about how he would never let anyone harm his wife

•It was that night that you really began giving Aemond the chance to win your love, realizing that you were truly safe with him. The entire plot was a secret that Aemond would take to his grave

V stands for VICE: what weakness their object of obsession could use against them?

•His jealousy, 100%

•If you want someone, anyone dead, all you need to do is make it seem like they’ve been looking at you for more than a second too long, it gives you a feeling of absolute power and you love it

W stands for WIT’S END: would they hurt their object of obsession?

•Aemond would never hurt you in any kind of serious way

•If he has to he will lock you in your chambers for the rest of your life, but he won’t do you serious harm

X stands for XOANON: would they worship their object of obsession?

•He definitely has a way of making you feel like a Goddess

•Especially when you’re pregnant as he worships the ground you walk on. He is constantly getting you whatever food you’re craving, fluffing your pillows, rubbing your sore feet, anything to make his precious Princess feel better while she is carrying his baby inside of her

•You are the most precious thing in the whole world to him and even when he is upset with you Aemond never lets you forget it

Y stands for YEARN: how long would they pine after their object of obsession before they snap?

•Aemond has always loved you, and always had a bit of a crush on you however he has been head over heels since he was 10

•He keeps it together and hidden until he is 16 and he demands you as his bride upon hearing that Rhaenyra was considering marriage proposals for you, the idea of you being married off to someone else sending him over the edge

Z stands for ZENITH: would they ever break their object of obsession?

•Aemond doesn’t want you broken, he wants you to be his compliant little Princess and that’s exactly what you are

•You had always known what was expected of you as a women and a wife in a marriage from the time that you were a little girl (though you never expected to be married to your Uncle) but Aemond ensured that you would be exactly what he always wanted in a wife and you are absolutely Perfect to him

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donatellawritings · 1 year ago

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hiiii 💕 i need to see how rafe shows off his latina sweetheart ESPECIALLY when it comes to her being around other guys ty tella

one thing is for certain: rafe cameron has never been one to shy away from putting his girl on full display, nor was he afraid to publicly stake his claim on you in many different ways. rafe is a man of grandeur, and as much as he loved being the center of attention, but loved having you showered and adorned, even more. he knew the challenges that came with being with a girl like you - you were precocious, your swollen lips expanding into a dreamy that could make any man fall to his knees, your naive, yet aware cadence magnetized those around you, but rafe could not and would not allow just anyone to approach you. at the end of the day, you were his - his girl, the only one who could make his entire world crumble with a snap of your baby pink, acrylic-nail enforced finger.

rafe was quick to dress you in the finest jewelry, dainty white gold chains, bracelets, and rings adorning your limbs, his initials either dangling from or engraved into each individually crafted piece of jewelry. the young man couldn’t find the strength to ignore the swell of pride that came with seeing you wear his initials for the first time. it took everything in him, not to knock you up with his first child the moment he laid his eyes on you.

“how do i look, papi?” you asked sweetly, your swollen, glittery gloss covered lips expanding into a stupidly sweet smile as you joyously bit down into your bottom lip, eyes wide with anticipation as rafe approached you.

rafe carefully lifted the diamond-encrusted ‘R’ that dangled from the dainty chain, his hand lightly resting around the base of your throat, “y’look beautiful, baby, just don’t take that off, okay?” he instructed, his eyebrows raised with authority as you nodded furiously, before sliding your delicate hand up his tense chest.

“thank you, it’s so beautiful,” you beamed, bouncing on your heels as rafe brought his hand to your wrist, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead, before taking a close look at your empty, for now, ring finger.

aside from outrageously expensive gifts, rafe made it a point to have you under his arm, at all times. there was a substantial height difference between the two of you, rafe making sure to use his staggering height and long arms as means for keeping you tucked close into his side. if it was a seated moment, you were prettily perched atop of his lap as rafe kept one of his arms loosely secured around you.

this, of course, came with rafe being obnoxiously public about his displays of affection towards you. quite frankly, rafe didn’t give a fuck who was around, if the mood struck, he’d have you held by the back of your neck as his lips swallowed yours in an erotic kiss, his tongue sliding against yours as he put on a show for any guy who believed that they had even the slightest of chances of getting to you, let alone with you. there was even a time where rafe had felt as though, topper was looking a bit too closely in your direction, so he decided to up the ante.

“open your mouth, mama,” he rasped, his hand wrapped around you throat as your eyes widened with fear and exhilaration, maybe it was the coke that he’d painted on your gums a few minutes prior?

you complied with ease, your swollen lips parting as rafe pulled you in closer, by the base of your throat, his bright blue eyes locked on topper as he softly tilted your head back, before allowing a line of spit to roll off of his tongue and fall into your welcoming mouth. a low moan escaping your throat as you swallowed happily, before leaning back against rafe’s firm chest. rafe lightly slapped the side of your thigh, finally peeling his eyes away from a now dumbstruck topper, allowing his head to roll back against the couch as you licked and sucked at the taut skin on the side of his neck.

you see, this was only a taste of how sadistic rafe could be. sometimes, rafe would push the limits, even going as far as to stuffing his cock deep inside of your pretty little pussy, while his boys sat awkwardly in the next room.

the sound of rafe’s hips slamming into the plush fat of your ass, coupled by the squelch of your wet hole swallowing his length could be heard, echoing through the kitchen as you let out a throaty moan, your hand slapping onto the smooth surface of the counter as you ached to grab onto the nearest object you could find.

“fuck, baby - shit, uh top what the fuck were you trying to tell me about?” rafe smirked, his stomach tightened as his balls slapped against your ass, his arm sliding around your waist, in an effort to pull you straight up against his chest. a sharp exhale left rafe’s lips as he relished in the new angle, pressing his hand flush against your lower abdomen to feel the small bump whenever he fully thrusted into you.

topper stood in the main living area of tannyhill with his mouth slack open, his eyes blown with disbelief as he struggled to figure out just how he would be able to carry a conversation with rafe, “uh, s’nothing too crazy man, i just-”

“fuck, rafe, s’too much,” you moaned, looking up at him through your doll lashes as he continued to fuck into you with no change in his impressive stamina. you let out a high-pitched whine as rafe pressed you closer against him, his sharp teeth nipping at your jaw.

“i know, baby, just let me finish talkin’ to topper, a’ight?” he cooed, his rapid and hard thrust now decreasing into slow and deep rolls of his hips against your ass, your increased wetness resulting in louder and more frequent squelches coming from your pulsing pussy. a smile now played on rafe’s lips as you nodded weakly, his large hand now covering your mouth, “sorry man, what were you saying?” he called out.

topper ran his fingers through his hair with a forced laugh of embarrassment as he shrugged, “yeah, uh i don’t even know what i was saying man, i’m going to head to the back” topper gave up, the hum of your muffled moans and sopping pussy becoming all too much for rafe’s best friend to withstand as he rushed towards the backyard, eager to get away from the awkwardness that came with hearing rafe fuck your brains out.

and to top it all off, rafe cameron was not one to hesitate when it came to his impulsive behaviors, he’d rather deal with broken knuckles and cut cheekbones than have any man try to challenge him when it came to who you belonged to. rafe wasn’t new to fights, nor was he ever scared to get in one. sure, there was a new pang of guilt that ached in his chest as he heard your cries and attempts to get him to fall back, but rafe was a very proactive man, he had a reputation to protect and uphold, even if it was strained and volatile.

there was no way in hell that rafe would ever allow a man to walk away unscathed, especially if he had the balls to touch you. sure, rafe could do without the look of disappointment that glazed over your pretty eyes, but he had a job as a man, your man, to protect you, and he’d be damned if he felt ashamed for it. “stop looking at me like that, baby,” he scolded, nudging your chin with his free hand as he continued to hold onto the steering wheel.

you huffed, pulling your head away from rafe’s touch as you relaxed into the passenger seat. your threaded eyebrows furrowed with attitude while you remained silent and disobedient.

rafe scoffed, before turning to look at you, “knock it off, y’should not have even been that fuckin’ close to him,” rafe spat, his free hand now pointing a finger at you, before returning to the steering wheels, his bloodstained knuckles now strained from his tight grip, “hey, i’m serious, drop the attitude.”

you sighed, a pout now playing on your lips as you reached for rafe’s arm, bringing his hand to lay on your thigh as you leaned your face against his tight bicep, your eyes lowering to take in the sight of his swollen knuckles.

“i don’t like when you fight, you always get hurt, rafey,” you sighed, clinging to rafe’s arm as he rolled his eyes, carefully turning the steering wheel.

“yeah? well, if you stopped being so fuckin’ friendly, i wouldn’t have to do this, mama,” he sang, his tone teetering on being condescending as you pressed your cherry stained lips to the skin of his bicep, the glint of your gifted chain glinting against the streetlights.

as long as you wore that chain, as long as you were his, rafe wouldn’t stop until the entire world knew just who it was that you belonged to.

#anon #rafe cameron prompt #rafe cameron smut #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron imagine #obx imagine #obx #rafe cameron #asks #sweetheart!reader

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maxzinn · 1 year ago

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just some siren!reader x jingyuan thoughts warnings: suggestive and... sexual stuff, not proof-read

random late night thoughts but my head can't stop thinking about siren!reader who's like,,, the princess or leader of the sirens that lives in scalegorge waterscape along with the vidyadharas. they can transform from human form to siren form and would return to the waters whenever they want.

reader is the co-ruler of imbibitor lunae regarding the waters and friends with hcq when the tragedy happens, the vidyadharas left scalegorge waterscape, leaving the sirens to rule the waters. but the waters soon became inhabitable due to the absence of the high elder, and reader may control the waters but she cannot strengthen the seal in the arbor (that's imbibitor lunae's job) which soon contaminated the waters, making it reek with the stench of abomination so she evacuated the sirens. but even though the waters are contaminated, reader tries her best to purify the waters so they can still hold ceremonies and the summer solstice and winter solstice!

you see, the summer solstice is huge celebration where sirens return to the waters to be cleansed and replenished and where the new sirens manifest their transformation for the first time. this is the day of the year with the most hours of daylight so the sirens just bask in the waters and sun as much as they could to re-energize.

when it comes to the winter solstice, the day of the year with longer hours of nighttime... things can get a little... frisky. in short, it's like the mating season for the sirens so they hold a little ceremony to try and find their lifelong mates. every species abording the xianzhou can participate the ceremony. foxians, vidyadharas, xianzhou natives... siren mates aren't restricted to sirens only.

jingyuan is more than aware of this little ceremony that the sirens hold in scalegorge waterscape, and you both have this some kind of relationship that goes far beyond the definition of friends. and oh, this little celebration had him oh so intrigued. just the thought of seeing you so bold, and wild, and nasty, and dirty had him biting the inside of his cheek.

he's done waiting, he's done prolonging this unspoken whispers of desire when it's so obvious that you two like each other. and just the thought of other men having to see your glory... he could feel his composure slipping away by the minute as he tightly grips his teacup. he would kill any man who'll dare to feast their eyes upon your body.

he wants you to look at him only as you sway your hips in front of the crowd, wants your whole attention on him, wants you to stake your claim on him... claim him in front of the luofu's residents for them to see that he belongs to you and you belong to him just as you sink your fangs on his neck - a mark to form a permanent mating bond. he's staring at the men who laughably thought they stood a chance on ever having to have a taste of you as he sinks his teeth on the flesh of your shoulders - marking you as well.

his eyes are gleaming and boastful, completely different from the calm and relaxed demeanor he usually have. he's pulling you away from the ceremony, dragging you to somewhere more private as he ravages and devours you whole like a starved beast - like a lion. licking and nipping on your skin under the moonlight, caressing your sensitive body with his hands, and tongues intertwined with the taste of spit and blood as he becomes one with you under the moonlight.

errors are inevitable in this writing, it's 2 am and i'm very sleepy -w-

#jingyuan x reader #jing yuan #honkai star rail #jingyuan x you #jingyuan x y/n #jingyuan #jing yuan hsr #jing yuan x reader #jing yuan x you #jing yuan x y/n #jing yuan fluff #jing yuan smut

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stellewriites · 9 months ago

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A Helping Hand

throwing my hat in for @the-californicationist’s nameless challenge!

600+ words, sfw, gn!reader, no content warnings it’s all fluff. don’t forget to guess who you think it’s about 🤭

you first met in uni.

it was a couple of weeks in, so you were settled into your classes and confident with the subject matter so far. you’d made friends with your roommates and had checked out the area of the new city you were in. it was all going well.

your current class was in a lecture hall, though the discussion was nothing too important; just going over the reading syllabus for the year. they’d already emailed it out during the summer so you pretended to take notes on your laptop while pulling up wordle.

one of your new roommates had gotten you addicted, it had become a light-hearted competition between you both as you got to know each other before finally meeting in person. they’d finally upped the stakes at the start of the week with a bet and you were determined to beat their average by friday - after all, loser would be paying for drinks on saturday when you all went out.

this day’s puzzle, however, was stumping you. you didn’t want to just guess aimlessly, visions of free drinks seeming ever further away, but you just couldn’t figure out the word either.

F_ _ _R

you stared at the screen unblinkingly, thoroughly distracted from your course and the discussion around you until a hand holding a slip of paper appeared at your shoulder in your peripheral.

you took it hesitantly without looking back and unfolded it. you stared at the word written scratchily across it in disbelief.

FOYER.

fuck. how’d you miss that?

you typed it in and heard a satisfied chuckle behind you when it was correct and pursed your lips to hide your own smile. you figured you should thank the guy at least, he might’ve just won you free drinks after all.

you flicked your eyes up and found the professor busy facing the board and took the chance to swivel in your seat to look up at the one above yours and the handsome man that currently claimed it.

“thanks,” you whispered, your smile turning flirtatious and less guarded when you met his pretty eyes.

“don’t mention it,” he said with an easy shrug, his voice warm.

“oh? you don’t want a favour in return then?” you asked, coy. “you might’ve just won me a bet with a friend, so i owe you.”

his shoulders shook as he huffed. you realised it was a laugh, just muffled behind a surprisingly fond smile aimed your way and a want to keep quiet in the lecture hall. he was clearly charmed by you - and likely the view he had down your shirt as you leant forward against the back of your seat, equally enamoured.

“i could maybe think of some way you could thank me,” he acquiesced, smile turning sly. “better concentrate on the front of the class for now though.” he nodded forward.

with a look over your shoulder you noticed the unimpressed look your professor was sending you both. you sent them a contrite look as you sat back properly and stayed quiet for the rest of the lecture, not wanting to cause a fuss and make a name for yourself too early in the year. you did like this subject after all.

you just liked handsome, helpful men too.

you bit your lip in an attempt at calming your smile and the excited noise that bubbled at the back of your throat when you got a second note passed over your shoulder by a now-familiar hand not ten minutes later. you kept your eyes facing forwards as you took it, wanting to play it cool.

that went out the window however when you opened the note and felt giddiness override it.

coffee after this? it read, followed by his name and number.

absolutely, you thought.

#who are we thinking it is 👀#cali’s nameless challenge #can we all tell i never went to uni 💀#idk what the process for roommates and lectures is At All #john price x reader #simon riley x reader #johnny mactavish x reader #kyle garrick x reader #cod x reader #tf 141 x reader #i’ll get around to putting this on ao3 at the weekend i cba to do the coding etc etc for it all rn #this was fun trying to get around the name thing but also keep the character while not making it obvious PLUS the challenge of it being #the character when he was younger. i liked the challenge of having to keep it short too im usually always ballparking 10k as a short #fic bc i ramble too much #stelles fics

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sarahowritesostucky · 6 months ago

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Art: @hopelessartgeek

📖 "Medically Necessitated" Ch 9

Rated: Explicit Pairing: Bucky x Steve Tags: a/b/o, age gap, past rape, rape recovery, trauma recovery, pregnancy, medical trauma, hurt/comfort, mentions of CSA, religious fundamentalism, first time, gender dysphoria, male omegas having all the bits (peen & vagine) Summary: After a medical emergency brings him into the ER, Bucky escapes the religious cult he's been raised in. It's up to Steve, nurse practitioner and omega sex & repro specialist, to see him through a medically supervised heat.

Wait! I haven't read an earlier chapter! Story masterlist

9. Rebecca

After a battery of tests to ensure he isn't being coerced, Bucky is finally released into Steve's care.

The next morning, Steve shows up to work with a brand new tablet, StarkPhone, box of steaming hot French toast, and a spring in his step. But when he gets to Bucky’s room, he’s surprised to find him dressed in regular clothes and speaking with a visitor.

The woman from the cult is there, sitting in Steve’s usual spot at the bedside. Steve tenses up in preparation for a confrontation.

The last time he’d seen her, she’d been sitting in a conference room with her hair tied back modestly, that same modesty echoed in her meek demeanor and homemade dress. Today she’s wearing a pantsuit with jewelry and makeup, but the difference doesn’t register to Steve right away. He can only think of the man named Russel who’d been so hateful when he spoke about male omegas, who’d threatened to rip Bucky away and take him back to his insane little cult. How the woman introduced as Bucky’s mother had just sat there and not said a word against any of it.

Steve takes another step into the room, fingers digging into the takeout container and making the styrofoam squeak. “You.”

“Steve!” Bucky greets happily, eyeing the food and electronics that Steve is balancing his own coffee cup atop of. “Morning.”

“Hey, Buck.” Steve’s eyes flick between the woman and Bucky. She resembles him, though she sure as shit doesn’t look old enough to be his mother. He frowns at her and wonders how long she’s been there, how she even got up to the ward in the first place. “Is everything okay in here?”

“Yeah. Steve, this is Becca. She’s from the Children.”

“We’ve met,” the woman says before Steve has a chance to open his mouth. She gives him a wary look and holds out her hand. “Rebecca. I’m—”

“I remember you,” Steve says flatly, ignoring the gesture. “You were here with that man. Russel.”

Her expression falls and she retracts her hand. “Sorry. Yeah.”

“Is he here?” Steve asks tightly. He’s on edge just thinking of another alpha coming in to try and stake a claim on Bucky.

“No. No, I came alone.”

“Good.”

“I brought him some clothes from home,” she offers, aware of Steve’s opinion of her. “I called ahead to get permission. The social workers know I’m here visiting. They approved it.”

Steve blinks, surprised. “Oh.” He relaxes a fraction at that, moving over to set his armload of things down on the bed near Bucky’s legs.

“Oh my God that smells good. Give it.” Bucky is stretching down the bed to get at the take out container, and he moans when he lifts the lid and the smell of butter and maple syrup escapes. “Oh, fuuck me.”

“Bucky,” Steve scoffs, embarrassed.

It’s then that Bucky seems to finally catalog the other items. “What’re those?”

Steve scratches behind his head, wishing that the woman Rebecca wasn’t there. He’d wanted to surprise Bucky with the gifts. “Well you said you were bored,” he defends. “And everybody needs a cellphone.”

“Shit, they’re for me?!”

Steve takes great pride in the blinding smile that Bucky gives him, but his enjoyment of the moment is stilted due to their guest’s presence. “If you two were having a visit, I can step out for a minute.”

“No, no that’s okay,” Bucky says, already spearing up a bunch of the French toast and shoving it into his mouth. He chews, talking around the food and pointing at the woman with his fork. “She’s my sister.”

“Your ‘sister’?” Steve narrows his eyes at Rebecca, who really does look to be in her thirties. “I thought you were his ‘mother’?”

Bucky snorts and Rebecca winces. “No. I’m sorry that Russel told you that. He lied.”

Steve crosses his arms. “I’m still curious how you made the jump from mother to sister. Is this a lie, too?”

“Russel married her,” Bucky says, still mowing through the food and rolling his eyes. “Gross, by the way.”

“I was only one of many, and didn’t exactly have a choice, Bucky,” she scolds. She looks back to Steve. “I came here because I want to do what he’s doing. I want out.”

“‘Out’?”

“She’s leaving the Children, too,” Bucky supplies. “We both shoulda done it a long time ago, but,” he shrugs. “S’hard.”

“Yeah,” Steve says slowly, taking all of this new information in. “Yeah I’m sure it is.” Now that he knows that the woman in the chair isn’t there to try and convince Bucky to come back into the fold, now that he knows she’s Bucky’s sister and that she supports him, he’s feeling far less standoffish. He uncrosses his arms and tries to act at least marginally more friendly. “So … you two are actually related? I thought nobody in your group knew who their biological parents were?”

Bucky laughs with his mouth full. “Yeah but we figured it out years ago. I mean look at us.” He gestures between the two of them with his fork and Steve has to concede the point. They have the same wavy dark hair and the same face shape, near-identical eyes and noses. “Becs found some old documents once, digging around in the church office. We know the woman who’s our actual mother.”

“Well, know of her,” Rebecca corrects, and Bucky nods.

“We don’t talk. She doesn’t know that we know. Nobody does.” He shrugs and takes another massive bite of food, which he talks through. “Waaahya gunnuh do, righ?”

“I see.” Steve shifts uncomfortably and takes a sip of his coffee. He can only imagine how weird the whole thing must be. Or at least, it seems weird to him. But Bucky’s talking about it as if it doesn’t bother him a bit, or at least not enough to stop demolishing his breakfast. “Well um, it’s good to hear that you’ve got some support,” Steve says. “Somebody you know. On the outside.”

Rebecca looks up from her chair. “I came to tell him that I’d officially moved out. I found a charity that helps people like us, people who’ve got nowhere else to go. They’ve helped me find an apartment, and I’ve got a job interview today.”

“Oh yeah?” Steve tries to smile encouragingly, even though his heart rate picks up at the possibility that she’s about to say that she wants Bucky to come live with her. “That’s great.” He takes another big gulp of his coffee.

“Steve’s the one who knocked me up.”

Steve almost spits out his mouthful, swallowing painfully and coughing. “Bucky!”

Rebecca laughs, the sound slightly similar to what Bucky’s own laugh sounds like. “It’s okay. He told me how it happened. I know you’re not some predator trying to take advantage of him.”

Steve flushes and shifts uncomfortably. He sure does feel like one, having to face Bucky’s much older sibling about it now. “Yeah, well …”

“I didn’t know you could test for it so soon, though,” Rebecca says. “The commercials always say, what? A few days after your missed period?”

“That’s for beta women,” Steve says, knowing the statistics by rote. “Omegas’ menstrual cycles are timed differently. Their bodies implant the egg and start producing hCG much faster, so blood tests’ll pick up on it after only a few days.” He glances at Bucky. “Sometimes sooner.”

“Oh.”

“We’re bonded,” Bucky tells Rebecca. “It was just supposed to be temporary, but, well …” He glances down at his stomach and Steve feels guilt flare up in him. “So now Steve’s taking me home to live with him.” Bucky doesn’t seem at all concerned about how his sister will react to this news. “So that the baby can be around his pheromones and stuff. Which is apparently important.”

Steve is abruptly reminded that Bucky has had zero sex education in his life, and he resolves to download a bunch of material onto the omega’s new tablet as soon as it gets a full charge. “It’s all about what he wants,” Steve feels compelled to say, to ensure that Rebecca fully knows that he is not a predator. Christ, he hates that she even thought to use the word. That’s going to stick in his mind, now. “Bucky didn’t want to consider termination, so we’re doing what’s best for the development of the fetus.”

“Could you not call it that?” Bucky complains. “S’weird.”

Steve flushes. “Sorry. Medical jargon. Habit.”

“Right.”

There’s a beat of silence between the three of them, and Steve is just about to open his mouth to offer again to give the siblings some privacy for their visit, but Rebecca beats him to the chase by standing. She picks up her purse from the floor and shoulders it. “I’d better get going. The interview’s at ten forty-five and it’s half past nine now. I’m still kind of slow at the whole public transportation thing and, well. Don’t want to be late.”

“Hey, you can text me now!” Bucky says excitedly, reaching for the StarkPhone that Steve had hurriedly charged and added onto his plan that morning. “Oh, but I don’t know my number …”

“Here.” Steve helps by taking his own phone out and unlocking the screen. “What’s your number? I should have it too.” Rebecca relays the information and the both of them save her in their contacts. She says goodbye and promises to be in touch, giving Bucky a hug and Steve a handshake that feels more than a little stilted. “It’ll be okay,” Steve promises her out in the hall, when Bucky has found a moment of distraction with his new phone. “I’m going to take care of him.”

“You’d better,” she says. “He just got out of that life, he doesn’t need to be trapped all over again.”

“I wouldn’t do that.”

“Good. You’ve got no idea what life with The Children is like. Boys like James …” she trails off and shakes her head sadly. “You don’t know what it was like for him there. What it would’ve been like, if he’d stayed.”

“I think I can imagine,” Steve grits, but tries to temper his tone when Rebecca raises a questioning brow. He doesn’t know how much, if anything, Bucky’s told his sister about the rape, and it isn’t Steve’s place to bring it up now. “I’ll be good to him,” he tells her. “I promise you. You don’t have to worry.”

“You seem like a good person. I’m trusting that.” She softens and pats his hand in thanks before turning to leave. “I’ll be in touch.”

Steve watches her go, the elevator doors down the ward hall opening with a ‘ding’ just as she’s passing by them. Clint and Sam step out and head in Steve’s direction. Two tiny, stern-faced women are with them: OmCare advocates who look like they mean business. “Steve,” Sam greets as the group approaches. “We’ve gotta take him now.”

Sam’s tone tells Steve everything he needs to know. “Discharge after?” he asks hopefully.

Clint and the two women all but ignore him and continue on to Bucky’s room without entertaining his comment, but Sam and Steve are close enough that Sam nods and lingers behind to whisper sideways at him, “Hospital admin wants you as far away as possible right now.”

“Jesus,” Steve grumbles, mildly offended despite the fact that he knows it’s only a protective measure for Bucky. “I do have advocate training, ya know.”

“Yeah, and you’re involved. This is the eighteen-year-old you knocked up and bonded. Doesn’t exactly speak to your impartiality.” Steve would be more offended, but he can see how Sam’s lips turn up slightly at the corners, belying his serious attitude. “Go check on your patients. Work. Don’t just sit around up here moping and twiddling your thumbs or whatever. You’ll go nuts if you do. We’ve got this.”

Steve doesn’t like it a bit, but he knows it’s what has to be done. Any documentation of him loitering on the periphery of Bucky’s evaluation, education, or his discharge interviews will be noted harshly by the social services team. And despite all of his raging instincts, the last thing Steve wants is to pressure Bucky into a decision or situation he’s not comfortable with. This is how it has to be. “Yeah,” he grunts in agreement, and hurries to get himself out of sight. He heads for the staff locker room, where he takes an extra long and scalding hot pre-shift shower to at least make an attempt at a fresh and productive start to his day.

Steve’s head of department pulls him aside and informs him that she’ll only be requiring him to stay on the ward until Bucky is discharged and handed over to his custody. Steve doesn’t know how long that will be, but he’s certain it won’t be the entirety of his scheduled twelve hour shift.

It’s a relief at first, but after he does his first rounds with his patients and finds himself twiddling his thumbs and drinking too much espresso out of boredom, he knows it’s going to be a problem. Sometime around eleven, Steve gets caught trying to sneak downstairs to get an update on Bucky. “Stay out of it,” Banner bosses, pulling him right back off the elevator. “You bored? I can find something for you to do.”

That’s how he winds up on seeding machine duty for the next few hours.

Hospital treatment options for cycling omegas aren’t just confined to the heat suites and Support alphas. In fact, most patients who come through for heat services never get assigned a Support at all. Most aren’t even admitted, not being that high-needs. An omega’s cycle, gone off whack for whatever reason or variety of reasons, can usually be realigned with a short course of seeding therapy. But if there’s anything Steve’s ever felt most bad for omegas about, it’s the indignity of the machines used to do it. Because they’re … well …

“Oh. Wow, ha. It really is just a dick on a stick.”

Steve does a slow blink to avoid reacting to that. Not that the patient—a college-aged guy who smells like he’s recently been enjoying reefer—is wrong. “Um,” Steve says, readjusting his hold on his tablet. “It says here that you spoke with the nurse. Did you have any more questions?”

“This can’t get me pregnant, can it? I’m not on the pill or anything.”

Steve’s jaw ticks. “Hospital grade semen is manufactured. It’s sterile. So, no, it won’t get you pregnant.” If only the same could’ve been said for yours, he thinks at himself. “We do this all the time, Sir. It’s very safe, very reliable. I promise.” Just like you promised Bucky.

“Cool. No little swimmers, check.” The guy gives Steve a double thumbs up. “Think I’m ready to tango with this bad boy, then.” He smacks the top of the seeding machine happily.

Another slow blink. “... Right. Um, please try not to touch the equipment, okay? It’s very expensive.” Steve turns for the door, wondering just how long he’s going to be stuck doing this before he gets to see Bucky again. “If you’ll change into the gown. There are socks there too, if you want. Try and make yourself comfortable. I’ll be back with your dosage and then we can get started.”

“Awesome. Hey, are there any snacks?”

Steve heads down to pharmacy to get the guy’s treatment dose. There’s a young female tech manning the counter and she’s visibly flustered as she retrieves the order, blushing as if it’s actual jizz she’s handing over to Steve. He winks at her, amused, and tells her to relax.

Upstairs, the receptionist is MIA so Steve hands out clipboards of check-in paperwork to the other patients who’ve shown up in the waiting area. There’s a young Korean woman and her very involved mother who are up next. The patient herself is a legal adult and seems unconcerned at being there, but the mother keeps trying to pull Steve aside where her daughter can’t hear so that she can ask thinly-veiled questions about virginity and whether they have “small sizes” for the machines.

“Ma’am, just fill out the paperwork. If you have specific concerns I’ll be happy to discuss them in the privacy of the procedure room.” He shoots the pushy woman’s daughter another look and the two of them lock eyes. She rolls hers as if to say, ‘I know’.

Steve can’t say he’s having the time of his life, but he can see why Banner thought seeding machine duty would be a good enough distraction. It isn’t exactly rocket science, is infact a very routine outpatient procedure. But dealing with the daily slew of patients coming into the hospital’s oobgyn ward to be therapeutically inseminated by machines is still a lot to handle, interpersonally at least. There’s a lot of comforting Steve has to do, a lot of reassuring and laying out the facts for the ones who have never gone through it before. Some omegas are scared or embarrassed, some are just grumpy and indignant, but some have real trauma regarding penetration. It’s Steve’s job to try and get them as comfortable as possible for their procedures. It’s always a mixed bag with how people react to the more … mechanical aspects of it.

Because the truth of the matter is that seeding machines are basically just super high tech, super unsexy versions of fucking machines. Nobody says that (except for the stoner back in procedure room B), and some effort is clearly put forth by the companies who build the things to try and make them look as bland and as non-sexual as possible. Most models that Steve’s ever seen have plastic casing over all the gears and pistons, and the dildos aren’t exactly designed to be perfectly anatomical. But at the end of the day it’s still a phallic piece of rubber, with an inflating base, fixed onto a thrusting apparatus that administers semen intravaginally.

It’s a fucking machine.

And on another note: Everybody thinks that Bruce-fucking-Banner is such a nice, mild mannered, wouldn’t-hurt-a-fly type of guy. Steve used to think that too, given that the man is very quiet and unassuming. It’s the first impression he gives off: Mr. Nice Guy. But Banner has another side of him that’s kind of horrible, Steve’s found. He gets his shits and giggles in sneaky ways, by surreptitiously ribbing his friends and forcing his subordinate coworkers into shit like this.

“This” being things like a sexually frustrated housewife who’s made an appointment just for the heck of it and turns out to have no medical need for the procedure. Steve has it out with her in procedure room A, trying with all his might not to offend the lady when he explains that insurance isn’t going to cover her coming in just to get her jollies. “I’m sure there are cheaper ways, ma’am,” he says, face flaming at how unashamed she is about the whole debacle. “Your husband?”

“Psh. You haven’t seen my Roddie’s thing. It ain’t up to par, Doc.”

“Online shopping then. And it’s Nurse, not Doctor.”

It’s the first time he’s basically instructed a patient to just go home and buy a sex toy.

Then there’s the crowning glory of the day: an A/o couple whom Steve walks in on who’ve decided to engage in oral sex of the face-sitting variety up on the procedure bed … whilst the seeding machine is still locked into its knotting phase.

“Ma’am!”

“... It’s not what it looks like!”

Steve escapes that one with some choice images scarred onto his retinas, the tablet held up in front of his face to prevent further trauma, and a gruff parting rebuke of, “Get off of him and put your pants back on. You’ll have to go out to the waiting area until your husband is finished.”

“... Just five more minutes?”

Lying freak had claimed her omega was nervous and needed his hand held. Bull. shit.

Back in procedure room B, Steve finds the stoner arranged comfortably on the table, socked feet already up in the stirrups and a mini bag of cool ranch Doritos in his hands, ostensibly procured from the vending machines out in the hall. Hopefully he grabbed them before he changed into the backless paper gown.

“Comfortable?” Steve asks.

“Oh yeah. The nurse gave me lube so I’m raring to go.”

“... Great.” Steve watches him crunch a handful of chips. He’d rather a comfortable patient than an uncomfortable one, but this is a whole ‘nother level. “Erm, do you have any questions before we get started?”

“Do the dicks come in other sizes?” he asks, and Steve tries not to choke on his own spit. “Cause if you’ve got a little bigger I wouldn’t mind. Or ya know, if you’ve got ones that are ribbed or bumpy or sumthin’.” He starts to giggle.

Steve fights to keep a straight face. This guy is so high. “Sorry,” he says, focusing on injecting the machine’s cartridge with the prescribed dose of semen. “S’kind of a one-size fits all deal.” He walks around to check the phallus for proper positioning. They do all they can to keep the process clinical, but the attending technician still has to guide the rubber attachment up close to the patient’s entrance. “Selection’s kind of limited.”

“That’s okay. Mm.” The guy’s got his eyes closed and he smiles dopily up at the ceiling as he feels the attachment touch him. “Ooh.”

“Okay?” Steve checks.

“Yeah,” he sighs, then snickers, “S’bigger than my girlfriend anyway.”

Steve shakes silently and turns away just in case the guy opens his eyes and sees him laughing at him. “Okay then.” He presses the button on the machine for initial penetration, watching the guy’s face for any hint of discomfort, unlikely as it may be. “Still okay?”

“Mm.” He wiggles his hips. “So far so good.”

Steve steps away to the little partition wall that’s built into the room. Behind, there’s a control panel where he can sit and operate the machine remotely, unseen by the person he’s treating but still able to communicate throughout the course of the procedure if needed. Some omegas prefer the privacy, but in this case Steve just wants to avoid busting out laughing in front of his patient. He’s supposed to be a professional.

“Come on, Doctor Steve! Let’s get this rodeo started!”

Some patients make it damn hard, though.

Steve has supervised no less than a dozen procedures by the time Clint shows up. “Hey,” Clint says when they run into each other out in the hall. “Banner said you were free to come with me?”

Steve’s heart starts beating faster as he immediately remembers what it is he’s been trying to distract himself from these past few hours. He checks the patient schedule on his tablet. “Got somebody coming off the knot in … two minutes, then I can turn it over to my charge nurse.”

Clint nods, stuffing his hands into his pockets. He taps his foot.

“So?” Steve presses. “How’d it go?” The anxiety that he’s somehow managed to tamp down since that morning rises all over again as he waits for Clint to give him an update on Bucky. “Is he okay?”

“Of course he’s okay. What do you think we’re doing down there, waterboarding him?”

Steve purses his lips. “No. I just can’t imagine what you’ve been doing with him for the past three—” he checks the time on his tablet. “Four hours. Christ, it’s almost two o’clock.” He really hopes that somebody fed Bucky a suitable lunch.

“Education, mainly. Since he’s just a kid and doesn’t have a clue what he’s getting himself into,” Clint says, a little more aloof with Steve than he normally would be. He’s been that way all day, and Steve knows it’s because he disapproves of the course of action they’re taking. Steve tries not to take it personally, knows that Clint just feels like he has to stand up for the rights of his own designation. It’s kind of his actual job, after all. If Steve weren’t there, he’d hope that Bucky would always have somebody like Clint in his corner. “The rest has been a mix of waiting for people to show up, paperwork, counseling,” Clint lists. “Legal brought a team down to make sure all the right stuff got signed to cover the hospital’s ass. And the courts sent over a clerk and one of those advocate lawyers. That’s the closest anything got to an interrogation, I promise.”

“I thought the courts approved it already?” Steve says, and Clint narrows his eyes at him.

“This was to make sure he understands everything, Steve. It’s kind of important. He’ll be legally bound to you.”

“For the next few months,” Steve agrees, idly wondering when Bucky’s exact birthday is. He thinks it was something like March or April but can’t quite remem—

“Nnno,” Clint says slowly, dragging the word out like he thinks Steve’s an idiot. “Indefinitely. You two are bonded, remember?”

Steve blinks. “He’s about to turn nineteen. This was just a stopgap until he—” Clint sighs and makes a long suffering face. “Clint, what?”

“You’re bonded. That automatically takes it from a custody order, to his registration as your omega. Nothing goes away until you two march yourselves back into a courthouse and undo it, buddy,” he says. “You didn’t know that?” When Steve just stands there like a dummy, Clint softens and steps forward to pat him on the shoulder. “It’s indefinite until then, and if the alpha party doesn’t sign for the dissolution, it doesn’t get dissolved. Ever.”

“Oh.” Steve licks his lips. No wonder everybody has been making such a big deal out of this. “Right. I guess I just didn’t think of—”

“He’d be trapped,” Clint grunts, not happy about it. “They say things are changing. In a few years, maybe. But until then, we’ve got to live with the laws that are on the books. And they favor you, not us. But what else is new?”

Steve tucks his head down, feeling bad for his privilege. “So he knows all this now?” He thinks of Bucky: downstairs, alone, tucked behind some conference table with all these people telling him all these intimidating things, shoving papers at him to sign, overwhelming him. Probably feeding him crap from the vending machines for lunch. “And he signed off on it?”

“Kid trusts you,” Clint says, shaking his head. “Yeah he signed. He said he knew you’d let him go, when and if he wanted it.”

“‘If’?”

“He’s finishing up with the shrinks now. I think they were assessing for dynamic dysphoria, last I popped my head in. Figured I’d come up here and make sure you’re free, since he’s almost done. Bruce said he’d be sending you home early whenever we discharge Barnes.”

“Barnes,” Steve repeats dully, thoughts whirling.

“His last name?” Clint snaps his fingers in Steve’s face with a scowl. “Jesus, Rogers.”

“Right, right. I knew that.”

The sister: Rebecca. Her last name was Barnes. It hadn’t yet occurred to Steve that they might share it. His mind is still stuck on the fact that he’s going to have legal custody of Bucky for a lot longer than he’d realized. A registered omega. Steve’s mother had been a registered omega. To his father. It’s what married couples did, not …

“Okay,” he murmurs. “Lemme just, uh, grab a shower. Then I can head down.”

“Um … didn’t you have a patient?” Clint checks his phone. “It’s been way more than two minutes.”

“Oh! Shit.” Steve shakes himself and turns to hurry back in the direction of procedure room A, where Ms. Jeong is probably wondering what the hell’s happened to him and why she’s still stuck on a knot.

It’s nearing four o’clock by the time they leave the hospital. Steve immediately gets them to a drive through, since he’s highly displeased to learn that Bucky’s “lunch” that afternoon consisted of cheez-its and a bag of peanut m&ms. He tells Bucky to order whatever he wants, no limits, and so when they pull out of the drive through to head home, it’s with a bag full of greasy burgers.

“Sometimes I jus’ luff shitty food,” Bucky moans through his third cheeseburger, then swallows and beams at Steve. “Like, genuinely enjoy the shitty things that make it shitty, ya know? Processed cheese, squishy fries, compressed meat product, all of it.”

“Yeah. We really don’t need to talk about the fact that you put fries on your burgers, though.”

Steve parks at the curb and they sit in the car to finish mowing through their food before they head inside. He has a bad feeling that he’s going to make Bucky fat very fast, because so far nothing has made him feel more satisfied and content than watching his omega be well-fed. “We’ll have to stock up on good stuff to keep in the apartment,” he says. “Healthy stuff.”

“Mm.” Bucky is licking the salt off his fingers and shoving all their wrappers into the bag as they get out of the car and start down the sidewalk. “Can you cook?”

“Eh, middlin’,” Steve says. “Can you?”

“Are you kidding?” Bucky snorts. “The Children think cooking is ‘women’s work’. You think they let me anywhere near a stove?”

“Oh.”

"I wouldn't mind learning, though. I always liked watching those competition shows on the Food Network, ya know?"

Steve fishes out his keys and gestures at the building. “This is me. Or … us, I guess.” He clears his throat and watches Bucky looking around as they step inside the building.

“Wow,” he says, standing there in the middle of the foyer with his small bag of possessions, head craned back as he looks up the winding stairwell.

Steve’s been nervous about this. He likes where he lives, but he’s never brought someone home before. It’s a nice place but nothing fancy, an older building with less than twenty units and more historical charm than amenities. There’s no elevator, and the basement laundry situation isn’t pretty, but the super’s nice and he only seems to rent to at least halfway decent people (which means nice neighbors, which means less drama). That’s all Steve really cares about at the end of the day. That, and that Bucky likes it, too. “Um, prepare yourself. We’re all the way up top, so ...” They start up the stairs, Steve moving slower than he normally would to make sure that Bucky's okay. He feels better about it when they get up there and Bucky jokes lightheartedly that he'll never be out of shape as long as he lives with Steve.

Inside the apartment, Steve gives him the tour, short as it is. “Kitchen, couch, bathroom—oh that’s just the utility closet. Erm … and then the, ah, the bedroom.” He stands back in the doorway and watches as Bucky takes it all in.

Bucky sets his bag down on the bed, then turns back around to face Steve with a shy smile. “It’s nice.”

“Thanks. Sorry it’s so small.” Steve scratches behind his ear. “S’only ever been me.”

“It smells like you.” Bucky’s eyes are still flicking around to different points in the room. “It’s got character, texture.”

“Texture?”

“Mmhm. I like it.”

Steve feels a little bit of his insecurity slip away at Bucky’s honest appraisal. “Um, over here’s the closet.” He pulls on the chain that lights up the old bulb in the room’s lone walk-in closet. It’s currently full of Steve’s clothes, but he figures that adds to his scent being built up thick, which will be a good thing if Bucky ever decides to nest in there. “We’ll have to get some bedding,” he says, eyeing up the bare hardwood floor. “Nesting materials and stuff.”

Bucky does a turn inside the closet, fingering the pants leg of a pair of Steve’s scrubs that are hanging up in there. “You’re changing your whole life just to help me,” he murmurs. “All of this, everything you’ve done …” he smiles shyly up at Steve. “You’re too nice to me, you know that?”

Well. Steve feels his face heat and he shoves his hands into his pockets to avoid touching Bucky. “‘Bout time someone was.”

Bucky steps closer, and closer, until Steve feels like he has to take his hands out of his pockets and place them on Bucky’s waist because he’s just so close. Bucky leans in and kisses him, and Steve can see it coming from a mile away, but he’s too stupefied for a second to do anything about it. It’s really just a peck on the lips, but when Bucky pulls back Steve feels the need to say, “Buck … you don’t have to do that.” Bucky blinks at him, and he elaborates, “You don’t have to be physical with me. Or at least, not in a sexual way.” He curls his fingers in at Bucky’s waist, feeling the soft fabric of his tee shirt. “We’ll be close, but I don’t ever want you to feel like you’re expected to kiss me or touch me like that.”

A little wrinkle of displeasure appears between the omega’s eyebrows. “But, I thought …”

Steve waits, but when Bucky doesn’t say anything else, he pulls the boy into a hug. He rubs his back soothingly and scents at his glands. The bite mark there is scabbed over by now. “Just want you to be safe and comfortable, okay Honey?”

Bucky is still in his arms for a minute, but eventually he hugs back, scenting calm. “Okay, Alpha.”

Steve’s eyes slip closed. He’s not going to get tired of hearing that anytime soon.

They decide to celebrate Bucky’s newfound freedom by going out for a fancy dinner. Steve doesn’t eat out much, is usually too consumed by his work or else too tired after just having gotten off from a shift, but it’s really nice to be able to enjoy a whole meal in a fancy setting for a change, chatting with Bucky and getting to know each other a little more.

They eat early, so that after dinner there’s still time to go shopping for anything Bucky might need, now that he’s living with Steve. Rebecca had brought Bucky a backpack of clothes from home, but it’s not much, so they start at Target, buying a few more things for Bucky to wear.

“Guess I’ll have to get used to elastic waistbands, pretty soon,” Bucky grumbles when they do a curious turn about the maternity department. “Ugh.”

Steve laughs and consoles him that at least it won’t be for a while yet. Then they wind up walking the aisles of Twig ‘n’ Tuft, Steve pushing a cart while Bucky obeys the order he’s been given to throw in anything his heart desires. There are a lot of soft things for nesting in the store, and Bucky seems drawn to them all. Steve feels something warm and pleased settle in his chest as he watches his omega trailing fingers over all the chenille blankets and fluffy pillows on the shelves. Bucky is happy, Steve is making Bucky happy. It feels so satisfying, and for the first time, Steve really starts to think that this whole thing between them might turn out to be alright.

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☆Loyal Love☆

●Prompt: In which you grew up besides Jade and Kitana and fell in love with Kitana. You deemed yourself as her forever protector but as unfortunate events occurred, you lost her. You blamedyourself for her death until fate decided to gave you one more chance with her.

●Warnings: Mentions of Kitana x Liu Kang, Jade x Kotal, reader gaining godly powers...

■Contains lore of Mk9, MkX and Mk11■

"I'll always protect you! Even when I gow big and stwong!" Little you puffed your chest in a scary manner, making little Jade and Little Kitana giggle.

"I know you will! If anything happens to her I'll hold you accountable!" Mini Jade squished your cheeks in her tiny hands as Mini Kitana kissed them. The three of you played in the gardens, without any worries in the world but Little did you know, those were the only times we're you three would be able to hang without having a care in the world.

As you all grew, Kitana bloomed into the most beautiful woman you've ever laid eyes upon. Of course your feelings for her never died, if anything, they increased.

The Mortal Kombat tournament had approached. You weren't choosen as one of Outworld's fighters but you were there to support your friends. Lord Raiden, protector of Earthrealm brought along his champions, to which the choosen one had caught Kitana's eyes.

"I see the way you look at Liu Kang, Kitana," Jade smiled at Kitana, a teasing glint in her eyes. Kitana denied it, over and over but you knew all too well that she did, because of the look of love and adoration that portrayed in her eyes when she looked at Liu Kang, you could tell. After all, you had the same look towards her.

You weren't there when Kitana found the experiment Shang Tsung created down in the lab nor were you there when Shao Kahn ordered her extermination. You had arrived just in time to see Kitana's head in the guillotine. "Jade?! What's going?!"

"Shao Kahn betrayed Kitana by creating a clone of her, using Tarkat blood." You were disgusted. How could Shao Kahn to this? Together with Liu Kang, Raiden, Kung Lao and Jade, you all barged in to save her. Not that you ever liked the earthrealmers but Kitana's life was at stake. As you all managed to successfully save her, Raiden teleported the group to the beach, where he explained Shao Kahn's motive to conquer earthrealm. He claimed he needed everyone's help but your stubbornness took over.

"Please y/n. We need all the help we can get. Lord Raiden wouldn't have asked if it was something urgent." Liu kang tried persuading you but you weren't having any of it, especially not from him.

"I will help." Kitana blurted out and Jade agreed as well.

"Are you two crazy?! You're going against Shao Kahn!"

"Shao Kahn is the man who took away everything from me, my home... my family... if we don't do something he's going to take it away from others as well. So it's either you're with me or not?" You looked at Kitana then back as Jade before shaking your head and backing away.

"I'm not. You'll only meet your demise." And that was the last time you saw Kitana and Jade. You didn't really mean it, especially not when you decided last minute to help them only to find the dead bodies of Kitana, Jade, Kung Lao and the others, but Lord Raiden and Liu Kang was no where to be found.

If only you had joined them in fighting Shao Kahn, you'd meet your demise as well... but atleast it would've been better than to live alone now.

"Kitana..." you whispered, slowly dropping to your knees as you cradled her body in your arms. Hot tears rushed out of your eyes as you let out a painful scream, bawling your throat until it hurt. But it didn't. Not at that moment. Everything was numb; even when Kitana's body slowly disappeared. It felt unreal at that moment, the minute you turned around to see Kitana and the others standing there, their bodies looking cracked, like earth when it hits drought.

"Kitana? Jade? I-I don't understand." You wiped the tears from your eyes, standing up. They looked so emotionless, so lifeless. They were Zombies, Quan Chi's puppets. You hadn't wasted a mere second as you bolted away.

Coming upon a roof, you saw Liu Kang's lifeless body, and Shao Kahn hovering an almost dead Raiden. You didn't know where that surge of energy came from, but all you knew that it was because of Shao Kahn, Kitana died- or so you thought.

Adrenaline pumped through your veins as you rushed towards Shao Kahn, your mind hazzy with the only thought of killing Shao Kahn. It wasn't you that had control over your body and Lord Raiden witnessed you becoming a vessel for the elder gods. Using your body, they killed Shao Kahn, however, they couldn't reverse time so it was only you left, along with Lord Raiden, Johnny Cage and Sonya Blade.

Having lost your reason to stay in outworld, you joined Lord Raiden to protect earthrealm, eventually creating new friends and memories. You were there when Sonya and Cage got married, when Jax came back to life. You held Cassandra as she was born so did so with Jaquie as well.

The elder gods saw your determination to protect earthrealm and forged a weapon and an amulet consisting of godly powers, much like Raiden's. Ever since that unfaithful day, you swore to follow Lord Raiden as you realised that he only served the good and the light and so did you.

You fought against the Revenants and as much as it pained you to fight Kitana, you knew she was far from the one you once knew. Even when you realised that Kitana and Liu Kang were the emperor and empress of the netherrealm, you did what you had to do to protect earthrealm.

Raiden eventually succumbed to the dark side while maintaining himself as earthrealm's protector. He got so corrupted he lashed out on all the realms he deemed a threat, including outworld. With its new Kahn, Kotal, outworld did not take that lightly to which they became earthrealm's enemy. You, on the other hand, were welcomed in Outworld only because Jade was your childhood friend and Kotal honored that.

However, fate took a huge twist and you found yourself staring at a younger version of you. It was like time was reversed, and the you from the past was there. But also, all the tournament's champions all long gone came back, even Shao Kahn.

All you did was look into the eyes of the woman you failed to protect. She looked right back at you but she knew that you were different from the you from her time.

Maybe it was fate, maybe it was luck but you had another chance to protect Kitana and you weren't gonna fail, even if you had to be the one doing the kill. You lost her once, you're weren't gonna lose her again.

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Ok babes here’s another if you want it 🤭

So like season 1 Rafe at midsummers. Y/n broke up with him the night before and he didn’t take it well. Like he still refuses to accept the fact that you broke up with him and He’s been trying to contact her all day and night and has been trying to hunt her down. But then he finally sees her at midsummers. He’s already getting a little drunk and he’s not afraid to make a fool of himself. Maybe he sees her and JJ talk for like a SPLIT second and that tips him over the edge. He beats the shit out of JJ, (not infront of Y/n obviously). Then he drags y/n off in private, and uses his master manipulator skills to win y/n back. He can always cry and play his “ daddy don’t love me card” to get to her back.

Take me back R.C.

Warnings: manipulation, fighting

A/n: I hope I captured this the right way ❤️

You walked in wearing a satin black dress that defined every curve on your body, Rafes eyes immediately finding yours as you quickly looked away and started mingling.

His jaw clenched as he stood to the side, sipping on some whiskey he definitely shouldn’t have been. He watched as you smiled and laughed, he was pissed at the fact that he’s been trying to reach you all day and you’ve been ignoring him. But he couldn’t stay mad at you long, he loved you and he needed you back and Rafe Cameron always gets what he wants.

He took his eyes off you for a moment to refill his drink, scanning the room desperately to relocate your perfect figure. He spotted you talking to JJ, a scum pouge that had no right to be in your presence. That only infuriated him more, he downed his drink and went outside to cool off.

A few minutes later JJ steps out and Rafes takes the chance to stake his claim. “Yo maybank” he said calling him over with his finger. JJ rolled his eyes as he strides over to him. “What do you want Rafe”

“What do you think your doing talkin to my girl” Rafe said placing a hand on his shoulder and brushing at the cheap tuxedo. “Your girl? That’s funny, I don’t remember her mentioning you two being a thing. Last I checked she dumped your ass” JJ scolded as he pushed Rafes hand off him.

Immediately as those words left his lips Rafe pounced on him, laying punches to his face and pushing him to the ground. Rafe takes the opportunity to kick him a couple times before spitting on the ground next to him “stay down bitch” he fixed his hair and bow tie before reentering the party.

Spotting you his posture softens and the alcohol giving him the confidence to walk over.

“Y/n?” His voice is soft and pathetic. “Can I talk to you for a second” he slurs. “Rafe.. your drunk” you said turning around and crossing your arms. “No-no I’m not. I miss you baby” he said taking a step closer. You pulled him into a spare room, trying to not cause a scene.

“Rafe.. we’ve talked about this. This relationship is just too toxic. We don’t work and you have to accept that. We’re done!” You said turning around to leave. Rafes hand grabbed your wrist and pulled you back gently.

“Please y/n, just let me explain”

“Your the best thing that’s ever happened to me. Your the only person whose ever loved me for me, and I know I fuck up sometimes I know that! But my dad puts so much pressure on me and I get in my head and I end up hurting you. But I’ll be better, I promise. If I can’t be better for my dad, then I’ll be better for you. I swear y/n, just please take me back. I love you baby” he said tearing up as his hand cupped your face and his body hovered over yours.

He looked so vulnerable right now and the empathetic side of you was in a trance, you couldn’t help but feel bad for the man. The only reason he is the way he is, is because of his father.

“Rafe..” before you could finish his lips clashed against yours and all thoughts wiped from your mind, you leaned in further and allowed him to kiss you.

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classic80sand90smovieloves2 · 1 year ago

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Meeting and Courting The Pirate King

(Not my gif)(Requested by anonymous)

(Kevin Kline is literally so hot like the fact that he isn’t mine is such bullshit)

- Many women would consider your reality a tale of great misfortune. Living on a pirate ship with a band of infamous pirates who undoubtedly harass and molest you, ordering you around like a slave and groping at you like a harlot. What a tragic and terrifying life to live!

- If only they knew the truth: that was always your first thought as they peppered you with sympathies and offered you their assistance in escaping your captors. You wondered if their hearts could take the news that you had chosen this life: that the pirates you called crew mates treated you like Queen Victoria herself and used their utmost manners when addressing you.

- Admittedly, you’d been a bit surprised yourself. Like most of the people in your village, you’d assumed that pirates were nothing but trouble: criminals who wouldn’t think twice about stealing from and killing people. And while that might have still been the case; at least on occasion, your pirates proved to be rather empathetic.

- You’d been …an orphan (*gasp*) when you first met your soon to be crew, torn between trying to find a proper job to support yourself and fighting off marriage proposals from less than desirable men who wished to prey upon your vulnerable state.

- Funnily enough, it was the pirates who showed you the most mercy and kindness: sobbing at your predicament as though the tragedy had befallen them instead of yourself and begging for your forgiveness in regards to their initial brash and impudent ways of addressing you.

- You’d been alone near the shore when they’d arrived at your village, too preoccupied with what you were doing to notice them stalking you from a little ways away. They’d ambushed and attempted to abduct you, hauling you off toward their ship like a living piece of treasure; up until you’d manage to let slip that you were parentless.

- Their leader; a man who may or may not have kissed you breathless only a few moments prior, immediately ordered your release and offered you a place on their ship: on account of the fact that you no longer had a proper home; at least not for very much longer.

- Though it probably should have, the decision didn’t take you very long to make and in a matter of minutes, you were being led back to your new home by your new king; a nervous hammering in your chest and an arm wrapped delicately around your shoulders.

- I’m not going to use this idea in this story but Richard; the pirate king, is definitely the type of man who would convince you to marry him on the spot in order to secure a place on his ship; especially if you asked to join the crew. He’d laugh and tease you about your request; sharing amused comments with his merry band of thieves, but once you’d make like you were going to leave, he’d hurriedly stop you, mull over the idea, and offer up his own proposition; nervously sweetening the deal with halfhearted promises that it’ll just be in name and things like that.

- The fact that you’re a beautiful woman is enough to make the pirate king fall for you but if he, by some rare chance, doesn’t love you from the minute he sees you, he falls for you the minute you act even somewhat motherly and caring towards him. Oh, you attempted to look after him when he was stressed or under the weather? Be his wife.

- From the minute you step foot on his ship, Richard makes it his mission to have you for himself and though he doesn’t make it inherently obvious to you, he still stakes claim on you as soon as you agree to be a part of his crew. The pirates are tenderhearted to begin with but rest assured that their manners and kindness towards you are due in part to their leaders infatuation.

- Your admirer is determined to show you how great it is to be a pirate and convince you to stay on their ship for as long as possible so he’s always making sure everyone is on their best behavior and that you’re having as much fun as possible. He’s constantly around you, checking in on you and asking how you’re doing, ushering you to join him whenever you step out onto the deck and entertaining you as best as he can.

- He tries his best to be charming and friendly, flirting with you every now and again and treating you a bit like you’re already his lover. You’ll more or less be none the wiser; your naivety stopping you from seeing how he truly feels about you, but his gaze and tone of voice will make it pretty obvious that he has feelings for you; along with his attempts to go in for a kiss that are always interrupted or otherwise stopped by your obliviousness.

- For some reason, beneath his typical frustration, he still somewhat assumes that you know there’s a romance brewing between you and that everyone else should understand it as well: that it won’t take you long to come to your senses and that he’s “working on it”. But, on top of that, he also comprehends that you’re not actually together yet so he’s not necessarily allowed to just order you around and tell you what to do or to not look at other men; which puts him in a rather difficult situation.

- One day, he finds you distraught/lost in worried thought and questions you about it, listening closely as you tell him how you “really shouldn’t say” and how “it’s embarrassing”. Finally, you let slip that you’re in love and he immediately brightens, barely containing his glee as he urges you to share more, thinking that you’re talking about him.

- He hangs onto your every word as he tries to pull the sensitive information out of you, desperate to hear you confess and listen to the words “I love you” fall from your lips.The love of your life is. The man who owns your heart, yes. Your love, yes, yes, carry on. The apple of your eye isssss~

“Oh, Richard! It’s Frederic!”

“Oh my darli-Come again.”

- He nearly faints upon hearing the revelation and probably collapses after watching you leave the room, letting out a hearty yet contained scream of mortification. You love someone else! How could you love someone else!

- If you’re attentive, you’ll notice him staring grumpily at you; crossing his arms and glaring daggers at the boy who’s taking up your time and affections. He’ll scoff and ask his crewmates if “Frederic” is more attractive than he is or if he’s not “just as handsome as” as the boy; oftentimes following up with a question of whether or not he’s blatantly more attractive than his romantic rival.

- He’ll also ask how things are going between the two of you and how “our dear friend Frederic is doing” between clenched teeth; finding at least a little comfort in the fact that you’re not getting anywhere with the boy.

- After a while, he decides to up his game and show you how good of a match he can be for you, doing everything he can to get your attention and impress you. He even orders your crew mates to help convince you and otherwise make him seem cool, instructing them to tell you about how great he is and to urge your eyes in his direction during your conversations with them; oftentimes to where he’s posing and making himself look as handsome as he can.

- He’s overly kind as well: giving you gifts, acting like a gentleman, complimenting you ad comparing your beauty to the moon or sea, etc. If you had no inclination that he liked you before then you’ll start to notice it now; for obvious reasons.

- He really just chases and pines after you constantly, so much so that any newcomer can see how he feels about you: how he’s never far away from you, always sneaking glances, how his mood instantly brightens when you’re around and how you have free reign over everything on him and his ship. He’s whipped to the fullest degree.

- He basically acts like your shadow and portrays himself as your lover when you’re around other people: opening his arms for you to fall into and following you around during your musical numbers to throw an arm around your shoulder and pull you into him, backing you up with a passionate nod. If anyone asks what you are to each other or seems interested in you, he’ll quietly murmur that you’re kind of a thing “so, you know~”.

- There’s two ways that I can see him confessing his feelings to you~

- One: he’ll just plain grab and lay one on you, kissing you with a ridiculous level of passion after months or even perhaps years of keeping it in.

- Or two: He’ll explode and say in a very frustrated/angry tone that he “can’t take this nonsense any longer” before breaking down and dramatically sinking to his knees, more or less sobbing as he tells you that you’re “supposed to love [him]”; pleading with you to be with him in the most endearingly pathetic and borderline childishly way possible.

- Either way, you’ll realize that you have a superior lover right in front of you and agree to be his, stopping him from steering your ship to shore in order to call upon a priest to marry you on the spot and telling him to just kiss you and see what happens; a request he happily complies with.

- Pirates love a good unmannered display so pda is incredibly prevalent in your relationship. Most people would think that the two of you are attached at the hip with how close he keeps you: giving you little to no personal space and loving on you with no regard for who’s around to see whenever he has the chance. You’re his woman; probably his wife, and he’s completely unphased with the idea of people seeing you being affectionate with each other; unless perhaps he’s trying to seem tough in front of a certain rival.

- He puts his arm around you a lot; mainly to keep you close and steady as he guides you around. He likes being able to look at you and have your attention on him as much as possible so the close proximity is perfect for him.

- He likes to hold you in place so he can gaze at you lovingly; usually by holding your upper arms or both of your hands while you stand fondly in front of him. He’ll also pull you into tight hugs and different close embraces, relishing in your presence and the feel of your skin against his.

- Richard doesn’t really do “cute little kisses”; he prefers to kiss you like a man and take your breath away, but when he’s particularly in the mood, he’ll kiss up the lengths of your arms and peck your hands and shoulders. He’ll also lovingly accept your chaste kisses without complaint; unless he’s really looking for a long and much more involved kiss.

- Being dipped into passionate kisses. Richard is concerningly good at kissing; so much so that a single kiss can make your head spin and get you to forget what you were saying. He’s a menace but he’s a menace you can’t live without.

- Him laying his head in your lap or draping himself over you in a very overdramatic and theatrical way is a rather common occurrence in your relationship; especially when he’s upset about something. If his weight is balanced on top of you, your cooing and consoling doesn’t come long after; it’s just a routine at this point.

- Richard is arguably at least a good bit taller than you but it’s rare to find him acting as the big spoon whenever the two of you are cuddling. It’s much more common for him to snuggle into your bosom and make you worry about how much air he’s receiving while you lavish him with affection; or curl yourself around his upper body while you both lay on your sides. If someone knocks on your door, you’re usually the one to tiredly open it: though it isn’t long before he trails after you sleepily; his hair a mess and his eyes half open as he wraps himself around you and listens to the persons excuses for waking you.

- Ridiculous amounts of pet names. Darling, dearest, dearest one, kitten, light of my life, lovely, my angel, my beloved, my goddess, my love, my moon, My queen, my siren, pip, poppet: and that’s not even all! Does he even remember your name at this point? You’re not sure!

- He’s completely whipped for you and everyone knows it but just doesn’t care; mainly because they’re equally whipped for you. You know how easy it is for you to fake cry and get what you want? Oh, you’re sad? Oh my dearest what’s the matter? I’ll do anything to see you happy again! Do you want jewels? A dress? Perhaps you’d like to go on land and relax? We could get you food? A kitten, do you want a kitten? I can dance or tell you a story or sing or-

- Like I said before: everyone else is whipped for you just as much as he is. Your crewmates either view you as a sister, daughter, or mother and they’re definitely prone to treating you as such: constantly being at your beck and call and lavishing you with attention. You’re never at a loss for something to do or someone to be around; though it’s not like Richard’s ever too busy to be around you anyways.

- Speaking of how him and his crew act around you: they’re stereotypically terrified of you whenever you get your period; treating you like a dangerous animal that can snap at any moment and bending over backwards so as to not accidentally upset you.

- He’s not great with gross stuff but he’s too sweet to abandon you so he’ll come and rub your back or hold your hair when you get seasick: all with a grimace on his face that quickly turns into a loving attempt to give you a comforting smile whenever you look at him.

- He tries so hard to make you happy and go on proper dates with you but he’s so not used to being on land and/or in well established buildings like theaters or tea houses. He was once a nobleman so I’m sure he can cope but he’s completely out of his element; more like a bull in a china shop than the graceful king you’re so used to.

- Rumors will definitely spread about the pirate queen but since you’re new to the predicament, you’ll be able to hide who you and your husband are as you dock and peruse a town. That being said: oftentimes you’ll be in a shop and have to awkwardly reassure the shopkeep that your husband won’t kill anyone as he bursts into the building like a maniac; unused to acting civilized and wondering why you’re bothering being polite and normal.

- Being completely in sync to an amusing degree. You both scramble to make sure everything's alright as your lover more or less acts like a bull in a china shop, clumsily moving around and assuming that everything is perfect and in place. You run after him and make sure he doesn’t fling himself off the boat, fall on his head, or shatter something on the ground, and he catches you in his arms and makes sure you don't stumble and fall, etc.

- Being impressed by how much he knows his way around a ship. You’d watch him swing and hold himself up on ropes and moving parts and how he jumps and moves around so effortlessly and wonder how long it took him to learn as you yourself stumble around; unused to the constant swaying and movement of being out on sea.

- Given the fact that he’s holding onto you more often than not, I think you’d slowly start to adopt his way of staggering around and find yourself walking very similarly to him; something him and his crew take notice of and find great amusement in.

- Him teaching you how to swordfight.

- He’s simultaneously ridiculously smooth yet clumsy at the same time. You’ll oftentimes have to take him aside and treat his wounds after he forgets not to hold out a sword a certain way or gets overzealous with how well he can dodge a part of a ship.

- Richard is; at his core, a drama queen and you can’t help but love him for it. It’s not rare for you to find yourself consoling him as he weeps into your arms; usually upon hearing an orphans tragic tale, or to see him cling to his cremates in terror as you find yourself in even the slightest hint of danger. At least you’ll always know how he really feels, right?

- Getting told stories about how great him and his crew are. He’s very proud of their infamy and villainous status, and he may or may not embellish details to make them seem much more devious and impressive.

- He steals things specifically for you whenever they pillage another ship or city and does whatever he can to get you everything you could ever want/ask for. He spoils you like a true nobleman who’s gone wrong and he’s rather proud of it.

- I mentioned it before but you have free reign over literally everything. He’s a slave to your whims and has a hard time saying no to you and/or moving your hands away from him so you’re more or less allowed to do whatever you want to him.

- He’s a man who longs for unbounded domesticity so you can rest assured that he loves having you fuss over and dote on him. He’s not even embarrassed about it; blatantly melting the minute you show him affection or try to take care of him in the slightest. Blame it on the fact that he’s a sensitive and tenderhearted orphan.

- He gets distracted by your beauty and looks at you like you’re an angel more than he’d care to admit. Beneath his fearsome pirate king persona, he’s really just an adorable softie who loves his wife.

- He keeps your handkerchief on him like a good luck charm.

- If you weren’t an orphan when the two of you first met, you’d definitely spark up a secret romance right under your parents noses. He’d visit your window and romance you in the dead of night: telling you how he’ll whisk you away as soon as you say the words and asking for kisses as you gaze at him fondly from inside.

- Promises between the two of you are inadvertently, truly inescapable and it’s by his own design. He’s very thorough and particular about the circumstances of the promises he gets you to make; like how you promised to stay in bed all day or on the ship for a full week and you still have an hour left “thank you very much”, but consequently, he also has to abide by these very technical and literal terms so congrats, your lover played himself.

- A lot of the time he just assumes you understand what he’s saying when he brings up arbitrary details and random memories, and when you don’t automatically read his mind and figure it out, he gets somewhat frustrated. He’d probably try to ask you for some alone time or try to propose to you the same way and then have to put it plainly with a bit of exasperation when you merely stare at him in confusion.

- Spending time in the captains quarters. You love your crew and so does he but sometimes you just need to be alone and have some quiet time with your lover; especially since he tries to tongue you at like 9 a.m. in front of god and everybody.

- Picnics on the poop deck.

- Getting danced with and around.

- Even after you get together, he still makes an effort to pose around you and make you think that he’s “naturally” swoon worthy and handsome, and though it’s occasionally more ridiculous than anything else, you unfortunately have to admit that it does work every now and again. Although, he’s usually surprised to find that you’re actually more affected by him acting normal than you are by him acting like a model.

- He loves, loves, loves receiving compliments and gives them back to you sevenfold. Praise is his love language and he spoils you with it; especially when he thinks that you’re in a bad mood for one reason or another.

- He’s so proud of and amazed by your talents. He makes you feel like a professional with the way he responds and forces the others around you to respond; even though you’re really probably just a bit above average.

- Even before the two of you get together, Richard is adamant that you speak freely with him and voice your opinions wherever you have them. He thinks you’re smart and honest and trusts you more than anyone else in his crew so he’s constantly looking to you for guidance and for reassurance that he’s not a failure.

- Stopping him from accepting that someone's an orphan just because they say they are. Your responsibility is to see past their bullshit and let him know when someone's lying to him; which is partially how you become his lover and his confidante. You’re his right hand wo-man who’s typically found with his right hand somewhere on your buttocks.

- You would undoubtedly adopt an orphan boy and I’m not even going to pretend as though you wouldn’t.

- Richard is exactly the type of pirate to have a runaway lover who moves on yet is later confronted with their ex husband while being held hostage on his ship years down the line. They’ll inform their confused companion that this pirate is “an old acquaintance” while the king informs them that he’s “they’re husband” with a pointed look cast towards the tied up woman.

- On one hand, Richard is very proud and wants to brag about you to everyone who will or won’t listen, but on the other hand, he doesn’t like other men acknowledging how amazing you are. He’ll turn to someone and say something like “isn’t she wonderful” but as soon as they nervously agree, he glares at them and tells them how you’re his and to stop looking.

- Depending on the circumstance, he’ll either be a pouty, childishly jealous person who insists that they’re better than whoever you’re paying attention to, or he’ll growl at and threaten others for so much as looking at you; even though you’re purposefully putting on a show.

- He probably flirts with other women as a force of habit: usually before he catches sight of you and guiltily backpedals on what he was saying, uncomfortably and awkwardly acting as though he wasn’t doing anything while you glare daggers at him. He learns his lesson pretty quickly once you make a point of flirting with other men; men who unfortunately have to deal with his silent and pointed threats while he tries to appeal to you and insist that it was just a mistake.

- Richard has used himself as a meat shield for you so I think it’s safe to say that he’s rather protective. Regardless of the situation, he’s always looking out for you and making sure everyone is treating you accordingly; even if you’re not necessarily in a lot of danger.

- He’s understanding and kind yet a bit short tempered so it isn’t rare for you to have a good amount of arguments. He’s emotional and will bicker with you or raise his voice but his anger leaves him almost as quickly as it came and he finds himself sorry for even having started the fight.

- It’s usually the drama that gets you to forgive him. He’ll move in close and try to appeal to you as you childishly refuse to speak or look at him, moving around as he begs you to talk to him and get you to meet his eyes. He’ll then sink to his knees and tell you to kill him if you want, to be merciful and end him quickly because your silence is already killing him; usually before taking your hand and kissing it tenderly as you finally accept his apology.

- He tells you he loves you often and a bit shyly; especially if you’re in front of captives. He won’t be able to just not reply when you say it or when you go to leave each others sides so he’ll usually say it all sweetly before coughing and clearing his throat in order to go back to his macho pirate persona.

- He’s two seconds away from calling in a clergyman and marrying you on the spot at any given moment so rest assured that he’s in it for the long run and absolutely in love with you.

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danses-with-dogmeat · 1 year ago

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Day 8 -- Legate Lanius

The (nsfw) details for Kinktober, Day 8 are just below the cut!

Minors, please don’t interact.

Breeding with Legate Lanius x F!Six

Ahem.......

Yeah, I'm so sorry. This is utter filth and depravity. It's everything wrong with the Legion and Lanius, it's awful, I don't know what possesses me with these horrible Legion guys, honestly, it just... Ugh.

I hope you like it though, it's definitely quite filthy, but I know there's at least a couple of you out there who are into that 👀 so this one's for you!

(just an FYI, if you liked my Vulpes kinktober work from last year, this is pretty similar.)

PLEASE read ALL of the Included on this one... it's a doozy and it's full of trigger warnings!

Here is the link to the Kinktober 2023 Event List so you can stay up-to-date, or re-visit these works as you please.

Included: Breeding, Master/Slave, noncon/marital rape, thoughts of suicide, abusive relationship, blow jobs, misogyny, legion bullshit, one (1) face slap, sexual slavery, regular slavery, mating press, size kink, large cock, penis in vagina sex, painful sex, cervix bullying, creampie, cockwarming, SUPER toxic man and relationship. Lil bit of Stockholm syndrome.

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Six thought back sometimes, to how different things might’ve been… Maybe if she’d listened to House, or Yes Man, if the NCR had been more wary, had been more prepared, if she’d gathered more allies, then maybe… Maybe things could be different than they are now, with the Legion in control.

It hadn’t surprised her all that much when the Legate had chosen her to be his wife.

Wife… odd how anyone could call her that, when the true nature of their relationship was as far from a happy marriage as two people could get. He must’ve chosen her for that reason, Six thought, as she let out another huff of air just before entering their tent, before opening the flaps and allowing the large sack of supplies to drop to the dusty ground below.

I’ll have to sweep in here before he returns. No matter how often I do it though… Dammit, but the sand always seems to come back in the span of five whole minutes. It was never-ending.

Lanius must’ve picked her just to make her suffer. To make her regret ever trying to stand up to The Legion, ever even attempting to resist him. It made Six's stomach churn as she thought back on his victory, to the night after, when bloodlust ran thick and hot in the air and The Legion staked its full, violent, unopposed claim on the Mojave.

She was glad she could only remember bits and pieces, her mind having blocked out the majority of it defensively.

“Wife.”

Lanius’s booming voice rang out behind her as Six unloaded the pack of supplies. How such a massive man managed to move so quietly, she’ll never know, but she's grown used to it. That, and many, many other aspects of her new reality.

“Master.” She turned and immediately kneeled before him. As was customary.

The Legion and their customs… they weren’t to be taken lightly. Six had realized that early on too. To disrespect their traditions is to disrespect Caesar himself, which-- as is known among all within the faction-- is unthinkable.

Resisting, as well, as Six had tried for so long… it was futile. Another form of disrespect that earned her more than a few permanent marks upon her skin, and as much as she'd like to think otherwise, it always amounted to nothing.

She never thought she'd come to regret fighting back against a man so villainous and detestable as Lanius was, but when it only ever meant pain and humiliation, when it meant a sort of suffering that her past self couldn't even comprehend... Six wondered how she ever thought her defiance could mean something.

If her time here had taught her anything, it was that it hadn't. Her struggles, her misery, her wounds both mental and physical, they didn't make her stronger, they only weakened her empathy, her resolve, and any chance she had to hope.

Escaping this hell maybe wasn’t completely out of the question, though. That sole belief was all that remained of her previous optimism, all that had survived the purge of her noble convictions.

If not... If there was no escape; however, then there was nothing for her at all. The only thing left to hope for was a swift death at the hands of those who captured her.

“Well?”

Six blinked up at her husband, her neck craning as she remained kneeling down in his broad shadow on the sandy floor. He didn’t like repeating himself, she knew, but unfortunately, this often happened.

“Lost in thought again, pet?”

“Yes, master.” Six hung her head as she spoke, showcasing her shame at her failure to attend to him, as was expected. As she knew.

“Hmph.” Lanius's grunt left him like a lead barrel from a cannon, making her flinch. “And what have I told you about that? Thinking… For a woman in your position. It’s dangerous.”

“I know. I’m sorry, master. I should focus on my duties.”

The words left her so easily now. Ones that used to feel like burning, heavy, molten steel as they were forced painfully out of her throat. But she’d been taught the lesson too many times now.

She would obey. She would be his perfect little slave, until the time came that he could trust her. She only hoped that came before–

“Well, if you’d been listening, you’d know what I require from you. What time it is.”

“Yes, master. Of course.” Her voice grew instinctually smaller. “I live to serve you.”

An appreciative hum left him, and though it shouldn’t have, his approval sent warmth to pool within Six’s belly.

“Here, then, wife.” He moved to take a heavy seat in the desk chair near their bed roll, and began to remove his mask.

Six was careful to look away as he did this.

As his wife, she was glad that he had decided not to blind her, like he had so many other slaves, to keep his face a secret from any and all eyes who may seek to question the story of his past. With Six though, he had simply told her to look away from his face. Always.

And she did... whenever he was awake to see, that is. Six had seen him now; though, more times than she could count, and she knew the truth of his past merely from the lack of scarring there. Yet, even still, she never broke the habit of averting her gaze. He need never know the truth of her disobedience.

Next, she heard the clinking of the decorative belt over Lanius's tunic as he removed it, and set it upon the desk beside him.

No armor today. She’d noted when he was gone this morning, knowing it meant he’d be back earlier than usual, that she would be subjected to his torments well before the sun went down.

Their marriage did have its... routines in that way, so maybe… Maybe it wasn’t a complete sham.

But she couldn’t think that way. Not if she ever wanted to get out of here with her mind intact.

Her body never would be, Six knew. Not with the marks upon her, the brand seared into her skin, not with everything Lanius has taken from her. But that didn’t mean that– one day– she couldn’t at least be partially free of him.

At least in her mind, one day she wouldn't have to consider his every move, fear the times his voice rang out, cringe under his cruel touch. There would be a day, she hoped, when his voice didn't rule in her head as it had out in the world now, for so long; suggesting, reprimanding, praising her only when she did exactly as he'd demanded, and scolding her harshly when she slipped up, berating her, when she spoke out-- or even thought of opposing him.

Six moved towards her husband now, not wanting to upset him with her lack of haste. She crawled on the still-sandy floor, feeling the roughness dig into her knees and the palms of her hands before she reached the space between his spread legs. It was there she settled on her knees, with her gaze drawn down to the floor, her hands folded neatly in her lap, and waited for his instruction.

Lanius stood up, not bothering to tell her to move back as his clothed crotch pressed to her face, and removed his tunic from over his head.

He was fully bare beneath it, but she refused to let her eyes wander over his large, muscular form, refused to let her gaze focus in on his broad member, where it was surely beginning to stand at attention between his huge thighs, where she could feel the undeniable heat coming off of his skin from right in front of her. Six was glad though, that now she knew him-- his form-- well enough not to have that fear spike through her at the mere thought of having someone so substantial inside her.

Lanius settled back in his chair, his meaty hands spilling over the sides of the armrests, and she knew the word he would speak before his mouth even opened.

“Begin.”

At that, Six leaned forward, feigning eagerness as her hands swiftly wrapped around the overwhelming girth of his manhood. Even half-hard, like he was, Lanius was more than well-endowed. It was like he'd been created specifically to instill pain in the bodies of those he was close to; to her, in particular.

There was more than one reason all of the other slaves were terrified of him, but this… this likely was the main one. This, or his infamous temper.

Both traits often reminded her how lucky she was to be the Legate's wife.

With one hand, it was impossible for Six's fingers to wrap fully around him, and even with two, it was startling how difficult it was to do so, but as she said before, the courier had grown used to it by now.

Her body had re-shaped itself to accommodate him, much like her mind had had to re-form with this new lifestyle.

It truly did put things in perspective.

Her mind continued to wander, as it often did, as she set her mouth upon him. Her tongue laved over the length of his shaft, working from base to tip as her hands followed suit, stroking rhythmically until she’d spread the moisture of her spit over the whole of him. Then, she directed his broad, darkening cockhead between her lips, and began to ease it inside. Lanius’s breath picked up from above her, and her eyes watched as his stomach swelled and deflated, as she worked him over with her obedient, worshipful lips and tongue.

He was often silent through most of their trysts, and Six didn’t much mind it. She figured he liked to hear her, but only a ‘tasteful amount’ as he’d once put it. He didn’t like when she squealed and whined like an inexperienced slave, it only got him mad.

God…

Thoughts like that reminded her that Lanius truly was the worst scum she’d ever had the displeasure to meet, and now… Now she was used to him. Now she heard his sighs, his hums of approval and they made her unwillingly giddy, now she obeyed him without question, she apologized for thinking, she let him debase her this way, without qualm or complaint.

I really am losing it.

A light smack against her cheek had Six jolting from the sudden pain.

“Stop thinking.” He growled down at her, and Six pulled her mouth away briefly as her hands continued stroking over him.

“Yes, master. I apologize.”

“Don’t care if you’re sorry, pet. Don’t let me catch you again.” The edge in his deep voice sent a chill through her body, and she nodded as she set her attentions back on his cock.

Six was more intentional this time, making efforts to run her tongue over him just the way she knew he enjoyed, sucking and hollowing her cheeks until they ached from the pressure. For a moment, she pulled her hands away, taking him as far down her throat as she could without gagging, and shimmied the top of her slave rags down to her waist, unveiling her breasts to his gaze.

Another hum of approval, and Six felt wetness pooling between her thighs.

She tried not to think about it.

Her hands returned to their work, running over the remaining half of his shaft she couldn’t fit down her throat; though, she tried. For him, Six always tried.

She had to.

Each forward bob of her head, and she took his massive cock a fraction deeper, and felt her eyes water as she began to gag with the movement.

Six was rewarded for her efforts, though, with a light buck of Lanius’s hips that jammed him into the very back wall of her esophagus. His generous way of appreciating her actions.

As her lips made it steadily further up his shaft , one hand tucked down between his legs, running over the inside of his meaty thigh and taking his heavy balls in-hand. They pulsed against her touch, hot and wanting as she methodically massaged them with careful, diligent fingers.

Another soft grunt told her he approved of that action as well.

She hated that she knew his preferences better than her own these days. Hated that she committed details-- like the sounds he made, the feeling of him, the signals of his body-- to memory in order to better please him.

I may not feel like his wife, but I'm most certainly his slave.

All she had to ask herself now was... which was worse?

Lanius soon reached full hardness form her efforts, his balls now twitching and tightening where her palm worked them over, his length stiff as a rock as he filled her throat to capacity over and over.

Tears pricked at Six's eyes, drool ran down her bulging neck and she felt that draining wetness drip down over her jostling breasts as their combined actions grew messier, less rhythmic, more aggressive.

“Off.” Lanius finally said, his voice only a bit strained, as one hand grasped at the fuzzy scalp of Six's buzzed head and pushed her back and suddenly off of him. She gagged again, at the rapid drag of his cock against the walls of her esophagus, but released him without preamble, and only a couple of coughs.

“Down. On the bedroll.”

His rough voice commanded as she tried to catch her breath, Six hadn't realized in the moment how much she’d had to hold it to keep him so deep in her throat-- how long she'd been holding her breath in order to bring him unwilling pleasure.

“H-how would you like me, master?” It came out as little more than a croak, and she heard what she could only guess was a prideful scoff at the sound of her struggle.

“What am I doing to you, pet?”

Six gulped, her blood running cold in her veins at his question.

“B-breeding me, master.”

And he had been trying, for the past two months. She’s been lucky so far, still able to keep thoughts of escape in her head without the added obstacle of pregnancy. But Lanius was growing impatient. Like any respectable man in the Legion, he craved male heirs, and if she couldn’t provide…

“Then you should know. Use those thoughts of yours to serve, slave.”

“Yes, master.”

Six didn’t allow herself to get too caught up in her worries. As it was, she already had enough fear coursing through her body at any given time. She couldn't give in to that possibility, couldn't lose even more of that last hope she clung to so desperately that it left blisters on her hands and lacerations in her muscles, fractures in her bones. She needed that last hope, or she surely would never be free again.

Six crawled over to the bedroll as Lanius stood up, his cock now shining with her spit and jutting proudly outward, as much as the hefty weight of it would allow.

She felt like it was threatening her, just with its mere presence in this tent, attached to the intimidating body and cruel mind of her husband.

Arranging herself onto her back, Six set her hands beneath her thighs, pulling them up and towards her chest in a traditional mating press.

In preparation.

Lanius grunted his approval of her position, at the ease in which she fell into it. After months of hardship and intense training, now she was almost docile.

It's what I need him to believe. Six told herself firmly as she relented to his every word without an ounce left of hesitation.

One of Lanius's large hands crept down to slot around his cock as he approached, giving it a few quick jerks as he settled onto his knees in front of her well-presented pussy.

“Wet for me?” He asked, almost cheekily. Obviously knowing the answer, since he was looking directly between her legs as he touched himself.

“Always, master.”

Six felt the broad tip of his cock nestle between her slickened folds as she continued avoiding his visage, staring up at the cloth ceiling of their shared tent instead, noting the way it gave with the breeze outside, the way the light of the setting sun seemed to set it ablaze.

If only.

“Good.” Lanius growled, interrupting her thoughts for the hundredth time, and with one immediate, unforgiving thrust, he slotted the whole of him inside her.

That too, was a habit of his.

Lanius was an impatient man, and he would never debase himself by easing politely into one of his slaves. They were meant for this treatment, it was their most important duty, a product of their nature. Their bodies had to take him, and Six’s most of all.

Still though, as accustomed as she was to having him inside her, filling her up to the brim so suddenly like this, she couldn't stifle her gasp at the painful intrusion. He gave her no time to adjust, either. Again, the issue of patience, of courtesy towards her; it drove him to set a fast and aggressive pace into her body right away, lest he be taken for soft, kind, or sympathetic.

God forbid. Six thought with a grimace, feeling tears wet her eyes again as he bruisingly reached the very back of her, and then pulled away until he’d fully left her. Already, she was sore and gaping from his attentions, but he paid her clenched jaw and pained expression no mind as he pressed back in to the hilt. Lanius always did this a few times first, tearing her walls open for him, shaping her entrance to his girth, pressing far enough inside to nudge her cervix painfully, to remind her where he was meant to pour his seed, where it was meant to stay and take root in her womb.

His womb. Her broken mind reminded her, even in the midst of his assault, for all of me belongs to him now.

Though it wasn’t true, Six knew it wasn’t true, that she was her own person… It felt like it just about now. With him pile-driving into her, forcing her body to yield to his will, forcing both pain and pleasure upon her traitorous physical form all at once.

It hurt, he always hurt inside her. He wasn’t the kind of man she could ever be truly used to. He was just so much larger, so rough and selfish; but what pained her even more was how she responded to him. Her body complied with his dominance over her, submitting to his will, growing wet from it, her own slick making it easier to pound into her and claim her as his every damn night. Any time he chose.

Strained little grunts left her with each savage lurch into her body and Six’s legs began to burn at the stretch of holding them up, but finally, she felt a small sense of relief as Lanius unbraced his arms and let his body lay fully overtop hers.

That meant he was a little closer, at least. He was finished pulling out of her completely now, instead opting to jam the entirety of his cock as far inside as it would go, straining the back wall of her cervix and making her feel like the end of him was in her throat. His heavy-laden balls pressed firmly to her ass, their fullness flexing as she felt his length twitch inside her, as she could see the distinct bulge of him pulsing and jutting out the skin of her belly.

Now that her husband was settled over her, his weight crushing her body into the hard ground below, his broad shoulders forcing her legs wide apart, and high up until her feet were well over her head, he shimmied his hips, ensuring his tip was nestled painfully against the very back of her, and began to thrust anew.

Lanius was hardly pulling out of her now, just cruelly jabbing his cockhead against the opening of her cervix over and over again, without respite.

With that, Six couldn’t help it. The pain was blinding, was aching to the point of intense nausea, and she began to shout aloud at the overwhelming feeling, the way the nerves lit up her spine and belly with immensely uncomfortable pressure. Without the conscious decision to do so, she began to struggle, but Lanius’s substantial body weight held her firmly down and in place as he continued his brutal assault.

“Since you seem u-unable to quicken from my seed," He grunted out, his voice heavy and deep with arousal. "This action is necessary, wife.”

Six only let out another yell in response, her throat already sore and straining after his earlier abuse, as he ruthlessly ground into her again.

“Siri assured me. Your body will yield." Lanius growled, as though her womb could hear him. As though he could intimidate that into submission, too. "It has no choice. I will barricade its final defenses, and hear me now, slave. It. Will. Yield.”

“Y-yes, master.” Uncontrollably, Six was beginning to sob now, the pain of his abuse making her sweat and writhe and flinch all at once as he took her, as he drove into her with the force of the siege weapon he was likening himself to.

“You are mine.” He punctuated the words with a series of wild thrusts, his pace growing more unsteady, more unbridled with every passing moment.

“My wife.” He thrust forward with a grunt, and Six saw black dotting her vision, felt like there wasn't enough air in the world to be able to fill her straining lungs.

“My slave.” He growled, and his cock gave a notable throb within her very depths.

“Mine!” Lanius roared through gritted teeth, his hips merely flexing rapidly now, no longer bothering to pull out at all. The head of his cock bullied her cervix relentlessly, forcing the miniscule opening as wide as physically possible with his fruitless hope of penetrating this last, unsullied orifice until; finally, his balls tightened against the swell of her ass, and he shouted out his explosive release.

Six still sobbed as she struggled to keep her legs up, allowing– encouraging, even– his body’s assault of her innermost place as it did as he demanded and yielded to him.

Warmth spread within her as her husband shuddered and twitched, pouring his spend against the mouth of her womb in forceful, overwhelming spurts. He filled her up easily, the size of him forcing some of his cum out to drizzle down the crack of her ass as he completely overloaded her depths with his claiming seed.

Finally, one last notable flex of his cock, one final buck of his hips into her, and the very last of his release emptied inside.

She actually felt heavier, as Lanius laid inside her, keeping his seed plugged within as he breathed heavily and came down from his high.

Six wasn’t sure if she came or not, she knew Siri recommended that as well, to increase odds of pregnancy, but most legionaries scoffed in her face at the notion. With Lanius, he wasn’t one to actively deny her-- women were meant to take pleasure in serving their masters, he believed-- but he would never go out of his way to pull one from her.

Either way though, her body felt like lifeless jelly beneath him. Her insides ached and protested at his persisting presence, at the continuing, aching pressure against her tired, defeated cervix, but at least… At least it was over now.

For now. Her mind corrected.

Obediently, Six held onto her thighs, remaining completely still as he laid above her and still within her, willing his cum to do it's duty within. Slowly, his substantial cock began to deflate, and the pressure against her walls eased a bit, allowing her to finally breathe properly.

“Your body,” Lanius panted out, making sure to keep his length still inside her as he sat up, bracing both hands on either side of her head. “It will yield to me. Do you understand?”

“Yes, master, I understand.” Six answered him quickly, her voice so weak now, it hardly came out as a squeak.

“Good. Because if it doesn’t, this,” He bucked his hips forward for emphasis, causing sparks to fly over her vision from the pain, “Will be your reality until it does. This, or something worse.”

Finally, her husband pulled out completely, leaving her gaping and sore beyond reason as he stood to grab a towel from the dresser.

“You understand?” Six vacantly heard him prompt as blackness threatened to overtake her vision.

“Yes, of course, master.” She managed out with an aching twinge in her chest, as she stayed still-- like he'd demanded-- and darkness overtook her. “I will yield to you, always.”

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izamationbroker · 1 year ago

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My current job is pretty laidback about us having phones out and listening to music as we work sorting archaeological artifacts in a lab, so I've started binge-rewatching Durarara!! from the very beginning.

I've already finished the original run yesterday and just started x2 Shou, but some thoughts I had:

At least in the anime adaptation, the original run was meant to be pretty self-contained in the event they weren't able to continue (which to be fair was true for quite a while before x2 got greenlit), so rather than consider the original run a "phase one" of Izaya's grander scheme to start a gang war and awaken Celty's head it makes a bit more sense to think of it in the context of a failed first attempt.

In that context, it makes me wonder how he felt about it, his first grand failure. Grand enough that he felt the need to step back and lay low so he could go back to the drawing board (see: his initial conversation with Shizuo in ep 25).

I honestly bet he picked a fight with Shizuo just to take out his frustrations on it all. He managed to create a messy three-way conflict and get Celty roped into it as Anri and Mikado's friend, but the head gave narry a stir. Not to mention, Celty was able to help them resolve things pretty easily by just getting these dumb kids to actually talk to each other.

I don't remember the episode number because I just binged the whole thing, but Shingen at one point suggests that rather than rope Celty into a conflict, Izaya should try to center the conflict around Celty herself. Izaya claimed he was doing just that, but I don't think he really succeeded in the initial run. Sure, Celty was involved, but more as an independent third (fourth?) party than as a focal point. She was in the Dollars and friends with both Anri and Mikado, but she didn't really have much of a stake in the squabble itself. That was just a big messy of miscommunication between three high schoolers completely unrelated to her. That must have been frustrating, honestly, getting so close but falling just short of what he needed.

Then, on top of everything else, he wasn't even really involved in the resolution of the fight itself, either. He says in his theory that he needs to create a war only HE can win, right? I'd imagine that's why he was fucking around with a bunch of kids rather than the bigger leagues like the Yakuza that he works with regularly: it's a lot easier to insert yourself as an authority as the only adult. He'd be able to take control of that situation so easily, but Celty took that role instead, so he never even got a chance to win the war.

And to blow off steam from his initial failure, what does he do? He deliberately picks a fight with Shizuo, someone he generally tries to avoid when he can help it, by fucking with his brother's safety.

I wonder if he needed to feel alive for a minute by reminding himself of the loom of death. Shizuo's arguably the only one that actually threatens Izaya enough to feel any sense of awe or dread. I wonder if he wanted to put himself in that position to remind himself what was at stake and give him the motivation to go back to the drawing board and try again. He really does have a Shizuo Complex in that sense.

Anyway, I might do Shou, Ten, and Ketsu individually as I finish them, but if anyone would prefer a liveblog instead, lmk. I might stop at Shou for now, tho, because Wa-kun and I are I thiiiink like halfway through Ten? And I don't wanna spoil them with my rambling.

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mariacallous · 6 months ago

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Former U.S. President Donald Trump and Vice President Kamala Harris faced off in a highly anticipated presidential debate on Tuesday night, in what was their first—and potentially only—showdown ahead of the Nov. 5 election.

The debate, hosted by ABC News in Philadelphia, comes amid an unusual election cycle marked by a number of dramatic turns, including U.S. President Joe Biden’s historic decision to drop his reelection bid following his disastrous debate performance in June as well as Trump’s attempted assassination in July.

With 55 days to go until the election and polls showing a tight race, the 90-minute debate allowed voters the most sustained opportunity to hear from Harris since she entered the race. And while Trump’s general vision for the country is well known to the American public, Tuesday’s debate offered him a chance to reinvigorate a campaign that has struggled to adapt to Harris’s entry into what had otherwise been a lackluster race.

Though domestic policy issues including the economy, border security, and reproductive rights got ample attention, foreign policy also featured prominently as the candidates clashed over Trump’s trade war with China, Washington’s stance in the Israel-Hamas war, and the future of U.S. support for Ukraine in its war against Russia.

Here’s what the two candidates said on the biggest foreign-policy issues facing Washington right now:

Russia-Ukraine

Asked whether he would like to see Ukraine win the war against Russia, Trump responded that he wants to stop the war and pledged to “settle” the war before taking office if he wins in November, without offering any details as to how he would accomplish that. “What I’ll do is I’ll speak to one and I’ll speak to the other,” he said. “I’ll get them together.”

He reiterated his past claim that the war would never have happened had he been in office instead of Biden and insisted that he is more respected by world leaders than Biden or Harris is. “I know [Ukrainian President Volodymyr] Zelensky very well, and I know [Russian President Vladimir] Putin very well,” he said. “They respect me. They don’t respect Biden.”

Trump also touted the support he has gotten from Hungarian Prime Minister Viktor Orban, who has visited Trump in Florida twice this year and bragged that he has “deep involvement” in the Trump team’s policy deliberations. Orban maintains close ties with Putin and has repeatedly tried to curtail Europe’s attempts to aid and arm Ukraine. “Let me just say about world leaders, Viktor Orban, one of the most respected men, they call him a strong man. He’s a tough person. Smart prime minister of Hungary. They said, ‘Why is the whole world blowing up?’” Trump said.

“[Orban] said, ‘Because you need Trump back as president. They were afraid of him. China was afraid.’ And I don’t like to use the word ‘afraid,’ but I’m just quoting him. ‘China was afraid of him. North Korea was afraid of him.’ Look at what’s going on with North Korea, by the way. He said, ‘Russia was afraid of him,’” Trump added.

Trump also criticized the Biden administration for how much it has spent on defending Ukraine compared with how much European countries have spent. But total European aid to Ukraine actually exceeds U.S. aid to the country, both in terms of pledged commitments and actual allocations, according to the Kiel Institute for the World Economy’s Ukraine Support Tracker.

Asked how she would deal with Putin and whether her approach would diverge from Biden’s, Harris highlighted the role she played in the run-up to the invasion, including meeting with Zelensky at the Munich Security Conference in February 2022 to deliver the latest U.S. intelligence assessments warning of Russia’s plans, less than a week before Russian troops streamed into Ukraine.

The vice president recounted the Biden administration’s record on the war, rallying allies in support of Kyiv and providing critical military aid. “Because of our support, because of the air defense, the ammunition, the artillery, the Javelins, the Abrams tanks that we have provided, Ukraine stands as an independent and free country.”

Harris did not offer any forward-looking agenda as to how she may look to support Ukraine in a potential future administration or any clues as to where she stands on the ongoing debate over whether to allow Ukraine to use U.S. long-range missiles to strike targets deep in Russia.

Israel-Hamas

Since becoming the Democratic Party’s nominee, Harris’s remarks on the Israel-Hamas conflict have been closely scrutinized by Israel’s supporters and critics for any signs of divergence with Biden, a longtime staunch supporter of Israel.

Despite intense diplomatic efforts, the administration has failed to broker a cease-fire deal between Israel and Hamas that would secure the release of hostages held by the militant group in Gaza. Asked by the moderators how she would break through the stalemate, Harris recounted the details of the Hamas-led attack on Oct. 7, 2023, that sparked the war and Israel’s right to defend itself, adding that she would “always give Israel the ability to defend itself,” in apparent reference to calls from progressives to halt U.S. military aid to Israel in light of its unsparing campaign in Gaza. She underscored Israel’s need to defend itself from Iran and its proxies in the region.

Harris added that the nature in which Israel defends itself also matters, a refrain she has used long before becoming a presidential candidate. “Far too many innocent Palestinians have been killed,” she said during the debate, reiterating her support for a two-state solution and for the Palestinians’ need for security and self-determination.

Her response was consistent with her previous remarks on the conflict and hewed closely to her speech to the Democratic National Convention last month.

When asked by the moderators, Trump offered no details as to how he would negotiate with Israel and Hamas or how he would address the increasingly dire humanitarian situation in Gaza. Instead, he repeatedly insisted that if he had been president, the Israel-Hamas war would have never begun.

The former president also claimed, baselessly, that Harris “hates” both Israel and Arabs. “She hates Israel. She wouldn’t even meet with [Israeli Prime Minister Benjamin] Netanyahu when he went to Congress to make a very important speech,” he said. While Harris skipped the speech due to a previously scheduled commitment, she met with him the following day.

“If she’s president, I believe that Israel would not exist within two years from now,” Trump added. He went on to say that Harris also hates Arabs, claiming that “the whole place is going to get blown up.”

If elected, he pledged to “settle” the ongoing conflicts before any inauguration—again, however, without offering any details as to how that would happen.

“Look at what’s happening with the Houthis and Yemen. Look at what’s happening in the Middle East. This would have never happened. I will get that settled, and fast, and I will get the war with Ukraine and Russia ended,” he said. “If I’m president-elect, I’ll get it done before even becoming president.”

China

Even though Trump and Harris weren’t directly asked about China during Tuesday’s debate, both candidates clashed sharply over U.S. economic competition with Beijing early on in the night.

Across both the Trump and Biden presidencies, China has been the one foreign-policy issue where there tends to be more bipartisan agreement. Trump pursued a hawkish policy toward Beijing, particularly when it came to trade, and imposed a raft of tariffs on Chinese imports that triggered a trade war; Biden has largely kept those tariffs in place and has gone further with his own collection of trade restrictions targeting semiconductors and electric vehicles. While Harris’s own track record on China is comparatively limited, as FP’s Lili Pike has reported, her approach is expected to largely track with Biden’s.

Still, on Tuesday night, Harris and Trump sparred over the latter’s pledges to drastically hike up tariffs across the board, a plan that could see all U.S. imports face at least a 10 percent tariff while goods from China would be subject to at least a 50 percent tariff. “China and all of the countries that have been ripping us off for years” are going to face higher prices, Trump declared.

Harris attacked Trump’s tariff proposals, warning that they would drive up inflation, as 16 Nobel-winning economists have publicly said, and “invite a recession.” Trump fired back by pointing out that the Biden administration has mostly kept the Trump-era tariffs in place.

If “she doesn’t like them, they should have gone out, and they should have immediately cut the tariffs,” Trump said. “But those tariffs … they had [them for] three and a half years now under their administration.”

Harris hit back by criticizing his economic record. “Let’s be clear that the Trump administration resulted in a trade deficit, one of the highest we’ve ever seen in the history of America,” she said. “He invited trade wars.”

She also accused Trump of selling semiconductor chips to China, perhaps to draw attention to the Biden administration’s expansive chip export controls. “He ended up selling American chips to China to help them improve and modernize their military,” she said. “[He] basically sold us out when a policy about China should be in making sure the United States of America wins the competition for the 21st century.”

Trump said China bought their chips from Taiwan, not the United States.

Afghanistan

Tuesday’s debate came in the shadow of the third anniversary of the chaotic U.S. withdrawal from Afghanistan, the responsibility for which is the subject of significant debate in Washington.

Asked by the debate moderators if she bore any responsibility for how the withdrawal unfolded, Harris avoided answering the question directly and instead reiterated her support for Biden’s decision to withdraw. “Four presidents said they would, and Joe Biden did it,” she said, before pivoting to attacking Trump’s record in negotiating the initial withdrawal deal with the Taliban, bypassing the Washington-backed Afghan government, seeking to invite the militant group to Camp David, which has played a storied role in U.S. diplomacy.

Trump defended his record, claiming that he sought to withdraw to protect the lives of U.S. troops and falsely adding that the Taliban inherited $85 billion in U.S. military equipment left behind in the hasty withdrawal. The actual figure has been put at around $7 billion, according to a Defense Department inspector general report to Congress.

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Love Me Or Leave Me - Michael 'Riz' Ariza x Reader

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Riz is beautiful, dynamic, adventurous, everything you have ever wanted in a man. He’s easy going, laid back and he deserves the fucking world. He deserves better than you, better than a girl who’s struggling to make ends meet with two jobs and part time gigging, one with an ex-husband whose refusing a divorce and is dragging out every single detail of their relationship through the courts. He deserves something free and easy, someone that doesn’t come with the complications that you do.

That girl he’s with, the one at the bar who leans in close with her tits on display, you know her. It’s Lola, one of the sex workers from Vicki’s, she’s beautiful and fierce, she knows what she wants and how to please a man. You don’t stand a chance. So, you bow out because what is the fucking point.

You don’t tell him that your leaving, you simply pack your guitar away in the storeroom that Patrick let’s you store it in and slip out the back door. You don’t want the drama, the explanations, you know the two of them have been together before, you can see it in the way Lola looks at him, the way she touches him.

On the drive home you think of the two of them, lipstick staining his mouth as he fucks her in the bathroom. Him wrapped up in her sheets as she rides him, part of you is angry at yourself for not staking a claim, for not making a point of showing how you feel but that’s the problem isn’t it? You can’t tell Riz how you feel, you try to show him but there’s power in words. You know that.

This thing between the two of you has never had a label. You didn’t want one because giving it a name makes it too real, it means your invested and that terrifies you because you’re still trying to untangle the mess from the last time. Sometimes it feels like you’ll never be free.

Fuck you hate this; you hate how scared you are to admit your feelings. How every time you open your mouth to express it, the words catch in your throat and instead you kiss him, hoping to pour your emotions into that kiss, hoping that he knows.

But he doesn’t know, how could he?

You go round and round like this until you reach your house in a shitty part of town. It’s ramshackle at best but it’s yours for now. The rent is affordable with what you make, and you’ve learned to be thrifty. Most of the things you own come from second hand stores. Some out of necessity but others…

You can feel a history or a story in a piece of furniture that’s been preowned, it speaks to you in a way you can’t explain, the same way music does.

You aren’t home for long when there’s a quiet tap on your door. Long enough for you to change into a Fleetwood Mac t-shirt and pyjama shorts, you’ve pulled your hair up into a messy bun and put your song book on the table because it’s going to be one of those nights, you need to channel all this emotion somehow and why not into a song. There’s something cathartic about transforming your heartbreak into notes, about creating something from the anguish.

When you open the door Riz is standing there, the edges of his eyes crinkling as he studies you.

“You left.” He states.

“Hm.”

There’s a million things you want to say, you feel the build up of emotion in your chest. You want to bare your soul to this man, to give him everything, to tell him despite the fact it’s only been a couple of months you love him. That you loved him the minute your eyes met across a crowded bar, and you saw him smile. As usual the words die in your throat because being vulnerable does not come naturally to you, not during your marriage to Wyatt, when it was used as a weapon and certainly not after.

“I wanna talk about that.” He tells you, before tilting his head towards your living room. “Can I come in?”

You open the door for him with a sigh because you know this is how it ends. The man you love, reminding you that this thing you have is casual, that he doesn’t owe you a god damned thing. That’s one of the things you love about Riz, he’s open and honest, he makes his intentions clear, there’s no expectations.

His thumbs loop in the rungs of his jeans as he steps inside, he notes the song book on the table, your dress from tonight tossed in front of the washing machine. You’ve scrubbed your face free of make up and you still look fucking radiant. He wonders how you do that, how you pluck at all of his heartstrings at once. You’re like this melody in his head, one he follows but can’t quite capture no matter how hard he’s tries. He wants you; he always wants you, he wants to tell you that but you’ve been burned before, you’re skittish, he gets that but he also knows that things have come to a head. That he needs to lay his cards down on the table because you can’t keep going on this way, it’s make or break. He needs to know what this is because he’s already too far gone, he can’t do casual with you, doesn’t want to. He’s all or nothing, ride or die.

“That girl tonight, you know I’ve fucked her.” He says before realising maybe that isn’t the best place to start. “Before you, not since us.”

“You don’t have to explain anything.” You say as you linger in the living doorway, your shoulder coming to rest on the doorframe.

“No I don’t.” He agrees. “But I want to.”

You shrug. It’s a cold gesture but fuck he knows you; he knows it’s your way of protecting yourself, of getting distance. He can’t stand the idea of that, of a chasm between the two of you, right now it feels like there’s a gulf and he fucking hates it so he just comes out with it.

“I love you.” he says frankly, his hand rubbing over the back of his neck. “I have since the moment we met, there hasn’t been anyone else and there won’t be anyone else, not if you love me too.”

He stares at you, and he waits, but there’s silence. You don’t seem to know what to say, and he gets that. He’s just thrown everything out on the table, he wouldn’t know what to do with it either.

“It’s ok.” He says quietly. “It’s ok if you don’t love me too.”

He purses his lips together and he feels that fucking ache in the centre of his chest because his heart is breaking. He feels too much, he always has. He’s always been this way.

“I’m gonna…” he jerks his head at the door before squeezing past you. His hand grips the doorhandle to let himself out when he feels a tug on his kutte.

He turns to you surprised and for a moment your eyes meet, and he sees everything. He sees the fear, the adoration, the vulnerability, the want. He sees it all and he knows that deep down you feel the same way too. He knows that the world has hurt you, scarred you, made you impenetrable and you’re still learning that it’s ok to love somebody, to allow yourself to be loved. Your hands are in his hair, mouth brushing over his, the kiss is sweet and soft and he doesn’t expect it, he doesn’t expect anything from you and isn’t that just thing that breaks you.

“I love you.” You whisper against his lips. “Christ I’ve wanted to say it, I just couldn’t make the words come out. I’ve wanted to say it so many times…”

His forehead comes to rest upon yours, his thumb ghosting over the blush of your cheek. There’s intimacy in the gesture, a wealth of understanding that doesn’t need words. It’s hard for you, he gets it, he always has.

“Love me or leave me, but please don’t ever fuck around on me.” You request.

There’s a sense of pleading in your voice and it hurts him to hear it, because he knows that it’s happened before. That the fallout from it has made you closed off, because something like that it erodes at your self-worth, it makes you react the way you did tonight.

“I will always love you; I won’t leave you and I'll never fuck around on you.” he promises you as he looks into those eyes of yours. He wants you to see that he means it, that he believes in the two of you. “I'm yours Songbird for as long as you'll have me, in this life and the next.”

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