#this whole situation only happened because no one told ANYONE ANYTHING

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🐚 if I may drop something in your requests for mermay🐚

I was thinking, like, Merman Wrecker x visually impaired fem reader, who’s recently been turned into a mermaid by her mate, but upon realizing the extent of her blindness, deciding that it makes her more of a burden than she’s worth he just, left her in the middle of the sea, and she’s hurt and lost and alone, and he Wrecker finds her.

Idk I just feel like you’d feel really safe with him holding you as he swims because he’s so strong. Plus apart from the obvious angst it would still be really sweet

Love Is A Choice

Summary: After your mate abandons you, after turning you into a mermaid and leaving you leagues from your new home, you think you’re SOL. Luckily, Wrecker finds you.

Pairing: Pre-TBB Wrecker x F!Reader

Word Count: 1741

Warnings: Reader is not in a very good situation at the beginning of the story.

A/N: So, there's not a whole lot of romance here, but I hope you like it anyway. I had too many ideas, lol

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You were a child when you lost your eyesight, only 12 years old. Or, maybe you should say, already 12 years old.

It’s not like you were born blind.

One morning you woke up in pain, and your parents rushed you to the ER, where a doctor told you, and them, in cold and unfeeling medical jargon, that sometimes the human immune system stops recognizing your eyes and that you were going blind.

It was, quite possibly, the worst thing that ever happened to you and your family.

Your parents divorced, and your dad refused to have anything to do with you—something the judge was not happy about when she found out—though he still visited your siblings. You lost all of your friends, not all at once, but slowly. Over the period of six months they stopped inviting you to things, and then stopped talking to you, and you woke up one morning and realized that you no longer had any friends.

Sure, you eventually recovered.

Mom met a new guy who adopted you after your father surrendered his parental rights to you specifically. With his help, mom enrolled you in a private school for children like you, a school for the blind and deaf. And while there you made new friends. Better friends. Friends who became like siblings to you.

But the memory of how people abandoned you when you first got sick remains. To this day, the memory and the hurt remain.

Those memories made you a careful woman.

You never entered a relationship without making sure that the person you were dating knew just how blind you are and how difficult life can be for you.

Which is why you feel so stupid right now.

Your friends and your parents warned you. They all said the same thing to you when you introduced him to them. “There’s something not right with him.” They said, “He’s going to hurt you, I can tell.”

You wish you listened to them.

Because if you had, you wouldn’t be in this situation.

What is this situation? Oh, well you’re a blind mermaid. A newly minted mermaid, at that. And your mate, your husband, your partner, the merman you chose as your life partner, has abandoned you.

You have no idea where you are.

The water is a little warmer than you’re used to, which suggests that you’re farther from home than you originally thought.

But without being able to see or without having a guide, you have no way to return home. If you can even call that small village home anymore.

He made it very clear that he wasn’t interested in you anymore.

How cruel.

It’s not like he didn’t know you were blind, after all.

Carefully you slide your hand over the top of the flat-ish rock you’ve been sitting on, and as soon as you’re sure that you’re not in danger of falling off, you lay back, press your arms over your eyes, and take a deep breath.

Slowly, you breathe through the anxiety threatening to strangle you, and you relax on the rock.

Your situation is bad, but you aren’t completely helpless. It’s not like anyone can sneak up on you in water, swimming is surprisingly noisy after all. In fact, the biggest threat to you is running out of food.

In truth, you’re not sure how long you were laying there when you hear the sound of a merperson approaching. The way a merperson swims sounds differently than any other sea creature, due to the shape of their fins.

And the person approaching you sounds big.

Well, bigger than your ex, at least.

The sound of swimming stops, and you know the merperson saw you. “’lo there,” It’s a man, “What are you doing in the kelp forest?”

“Ah, well—” You pause, trying to think of a way to ask for help without being too honest, and then you give up, “I’m afraid I was abandoned here.”

“By who?” You hear him swim closer, and then there’s the sensation of him stopping close to you. Not so close as to be in your space, but close enough that you know he is there.

“My mate.” You shrug, as if you don’t care. “He wooed me, talked me into becoming a mermaid and then abandoned me because I’m too much work. Or something.”

“How long ago did you become a mermaid?” He asks.

“Oh, it’s been about a month, I think.” You pause, “I’m blind, you see—”

He’s silent for a moment, and then you feel him sit on the rock next to you, “Did you magically become blind when you transformed?”

“What? No!” You pause, “Wait, is that possible?”

“Nope. The only change is human biology turning into mer biology. My brother could explain it better than me, though.” He shifts slightly, “My point, though, is that he would have known that you were blind before you went through the transformation, right?”

“He knew, yeah.”

He clicks his tongue, “So he’s a fucker, you’re better off without him.”

“I mean, my parents and friends will likely agree. And I’ll get there eventually.” You make a face, “But I’m still blind, and I’m still lost, and I’m pretty sure going back to the house I’ve been living in for the last month is a bad idea.”

“Oh, yeah. If he’s okay with abandoning you here, he’d have no issues killing you. Probably.”

“...cheerful.”

“I mean, I don’t know him, obviously. But since he abandoned his mate after a month, I’m inclined to blame him for everything. Up to and including the Atlantean war.”

“Didn’t that end 50 years ago?”

“Yeah, and?”

A small laugh falls from you, “I’m sure I’ll get to a point where I can agree with that too.”

He bumps his shoulder against yours, “You alright?”

“I feel...stupid. I should have known he was too good to be true.”

“He conned you. That’s on him, not you.”

“Kinda feels like it’s on me. I feel like I should have known.”

“People like him, they know how to pick their targets. He probably didn’t see you so much as your disability, and he saw an easy target.”

“Ugh, but what’s the point?” You hold your hands to the side, “What does he get from tricking me into becoming a mermaid?”

“Well, if I had to guess, I’d say his plan was to leave you here for a day or two, and then return and act all apologetic to convince you to stay with him, and then turn you into some kind of slave.”

“I beg your fucking pardon?”

“Yeah, it’s a con that’s happening more and more often in the small villages.”

Your hands curl into fists, “Oh. Okay. Okay. Now I’m angry.”

His large hand claps your shoulder, “That’s a step up from sad, don’t you think?” He squeezes your shoulder, “Now, as for what happens to you. How do you feel about relocating to Atlantis?”

“Um…”

“There’s a shelter for merpeople like you, people who were conned into becoming merfolk. Not to mention, the Royal Prosecutor is going to want details from you so she can throw the book at your former mate.”

You hesitate for a moment, “I’m scared,” You finally admit.

Strong arms wrap around you and your crushed against a, surprisingly, solid chest. “Don’t be. It’s easy to be afraid when you’re alone, but you’re not alone. You’re going to be surrounded by people who will understand the position your in, and the Royal Family already vowed to help people in your situation.”

Hesitantly you wrap your arms around his waist. He’s warm and, for the first time since becoming a mermaid, you feel safe. That must be his super-power.

“Besides, when you get to Atlantis, you’ll already have at least one friend!”

“I will?”

“Yeah, me!”

“I don’t even know your name…”

“I’m Wrecker, a member of the Atlantis Royal Guard.”

You huff out a breath and drop your forehead to his chest, “Nice to meet you.” You mumble, before you introduce yourself as well.

“Likewise.” His arms tighten around you, “So, what do you think? Wanna come to Atlantis?”

“Mm...can I still visit my parents?”

“Course! I’ll escort you personally.”

You hum thoughtfully, and then slowly nod. “It sounds like it’s probably a good idea, then.”

“That’s great news!” Wrecker sounds delighted, like a child on Christmas morning, “Now, how do you normally get guided around?”

“...my ex used to take my hand and drag me—” You admit.

“Wow, what a dick. So, I’m not doing that,” Wrecker pauses, “Alright, I have two options for you. A fast and a slow option.”

“What’s the fast option?”

“You wrap your arms around my neck and I carry you to Atlantis. My tail is longer and my fins are bigger than yours, so we’ll get back in about half an hour.”

“And the slow option?”

“You hook your arm with mine and we take our time to get to Atlantis. This will take about an hour and a half. Simply because you’re unfamiliar with the area.”

You purse your lips, “I suppose the fast option is the best one.”

“I think so, too. I can give you a proper tour later.” He finally releases you and takes your hands in his. Somehow, it doesn’t feel like he’s manhandling you, so much as guiding you to where you need to go.

He helps you wrap your arms around his neck and makes sure you’re secure, and then he takes off, causing you to yelp and bury your face in the back of his neck.

“Everything good?”

“It feels a little weird, but I’m okay.”

“Great! While I swim, allow me to tell you about some of the services you’re going to be getting due to your circumstances. Starting with the service Octopus you’re going to be gifted—”

As Wrecker rambles on about Atlantis and how you’re going to be much better off there than anywhere else, you can’t help but smile. After you were abandoned, you had been ready to give up hope. You likely would have accepted your ex back simply because you had no other choice.

You’re glad to be wrong, in this scenario.

You hope that Wrecker keeps his promise about being a friend. You could use a good friend. And if he turns into something more? Well, that’s a worry for later.

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WinterSentry Headcanons

Bob has taken to listening to vintage music, he now plays oldies all the time despite the complaints of nearly everyone else. He likes to watch Bucky hum along to some of the lines, appreciating how he looks so much calmer when the record player is spinning.

When Bob has his bad days he likes to count all the pieces on Bucky's arm, taking it in his hands twisting it from side to side as he counts all the segments, tapping each one with a finger as he goes.

Bucky likes to sit with Bob, usually sharing the same space as the two of them do completely different things. They're happy to exist pressed up side to side on the couch reading two different books. They trade books all the time usually reading one right after the other so they can talk about it.

When Bob doesn't want to leave bed Bucky will carry him outside so they can sit in the sun because Steve always said sun will do you good.

Late at night sometimes Bucky tells Bob about Steve, soft whispers and regrets. Bob lies on his chest and lets him talk, never shames him for wanting to talk about it. He tries to bring up Steve sometimes to help keep him alive for Bucky even though they never met.

They both always know when the other is anxious or overwhelmed. The moment Bob starts clamming up Bucky is there to help, to take the focus off him or usher him away from the situation. And if Bucky is anxious Bob is there to take him hand, pressing close.

Bucky insists on teaching Bob how to fight, since he can't seem to remember how on most days. It results in a lot of accidental injuries for Bucky and flustered apologies from Bob. Bucky secretly kind of likes it.

Bob will steal all of Bucky's clothes, Bucky will happily let him.

They eat breakfast together every morning, because it's important to start the day right. Says Alexei who starts the day off with vodka.

If Bucky is outmatched you best bet your ass Sentry is going to be right there, tossed into the mix. Arrogant, defensive, pulling all the attention to him. And if Bucky doesn't get back up Void will have something to say about it, and the whole world will hear it.

Bob has told the others to kill him if anything happens to Bucky and Yelena because he knows he won't be able to come back from that.

Bucky and Bob fiercely defend the other. Always insisting that they deserve happiness and second chances, even if the other doesn't agree.

Bob is the only person on the team that knows how to disarm Bucky's arm.

They both have nightmares and when that happens they try and wake the other up. Then they'll stay up together, watch a movie, talk, listen to music until they pass out together in the early hours of the morning.

Sometimes they swap horrors, Bucky will tell Bob something about his past and Bob will do the same, sharing those things they've never dared to tell anyone else.

Bob makes Bucky a lot of gifts, little hand made things here and there or buys things at the store that make him think of him. They are a growing collection in their bedroom.

Bucky hates covers and Bob loves them so typically Bucky ends up sleeping with nothing while Bob leans into his side swaddled in three blankets.

Bucky likes to take Bob out on his bike, going out of the city so he can speed along back roads and hear him laugh in his ear.

Sometimes they walk around the places Bucky used to know, and he'll tell Bob all the things that have changed. That used to be a dance parlor called Janie's. Over there was a newspaper stand, Steve and I used to eat in this place, but it's a laundromat now.

Bucky calls Bob nicknames in private, things like doll, hun, sweetheart. Bob adores it.

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Heart eyes

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Synopsis: For the past few years, the "Heart Eyes" serial killer has moved from different cities in the United States, killing multiple couples on Valentine's Day. We’ve every reason to suspect Heart Eyes has moved to New York! Two couples have been found murdered, one at the Statue of Liberty and another at Staten Island Ferry.

Let the killing begin!

“I can’t believe I’m now the manager of the Gold Rush crew” you thought to yourself you’ve always wanted to travel to New York City but you didn’t expect it to be so soon especially under these conditions. You’re still heartbroken and you wish you could forget it ever happened.

If you knew confessing to Owen knight would not only get you rejected & fired as a Light Calvary’s manager you would’ve stayed silent. “It’s not professional to have feelings for someone on the team, I’m sending you to the Gold Rush crew. You'll work alongside Poel. He's been wanting to recruit you as his manager for years, you'll do fine there” you recall Owen saying. It’s just not fair, Noah has a crush on Owen. You think to yourself.

What's even worse is that you despise Poel you have since Light Calvary’s race against the Gold Rush crew 2 years ago. He didn’t necessarily do anything to you, just something about him got under your skin and now you’re the manager of his team, how will you survive? You think to yourself as you exit the airport. You had spent the whole flight in your head trying not to cry over the situation.

You look out the window after getting into the cab that Poel called to pick you up, too heartbroken to text him back so you just like his message letting him know you saw it. You’re currently on your way to have a “date” with Poel Reynolds at River Café in New York City. It's your first day here and Poel suggested taking you to dinner while you two discuss rules for joining his team.

Upon entering the café you’re met with the nice smell of coffee and pastries. Poel waves you over from a booth near the back of the café. “You’ve been ignoring my texts! What if something happened to you?! What if the cap driver was a creep?” He says loudly causing customers to stare at you two. “I came here in one piece didn’t I? It all worked out” you say hoping he’ll calm down.

When you finally sat down your order was already on the table. “How did you know my order?” You say as you look up at him even though he is sitting he’s still quite taller than you. “No way, anyone else besides us orders an iced mocha latte with creamer and extra chocolate drizzled on top” he replies. Then you remember that after the race with Light Cavalry and Gold Rush Owen had called in drinks and everyone got to order and that’s when you leaneed you and Poel had the same coffee order.

“Dating isn’t forbidden in my crew” he suddenly says making you choke on your coffee. “I’m sorry, what?” You say and “there isn’t a rule against dating in my crew so you can date if you want” he repeats himself making you roll your eyes and scoff. “I’d rather not think about dating right now” you laugh sarcastically. Taking notice of your annoyance by the mere mention of dating, Poel asks “why is that?” “Because it’s nothing but disappointment.” You say

“What if I told you I liked someone?” He asks “I’d tell you it’s a waste of your time and you should give up it will only end in heartbreak, or you’ll get cheated on, or they only want you for sex dating is nothing but a shit show” you say making Poel get of from his seat causing his chair to fly back and hit the wall he walks out the cafe slamming the door.

Then you realize how harsh you were with him and how you could’ve possibly ruined his hope over his crush liking him back when it’s not his fault you were rejected today. Before you could apologize, the Cafés TV turned up.

News reporter on Café TV: “Over the past several years, the infamous serial killer "Heart Eyes" has ravaged cities on Valentine's Day by tracking down and murdering couples. This Valentine's Day, no couple is safe. Stay inside and don’t make any plans this holiday until the killer is caught.”

After hearing the message on the TV you run outside the café. “Poel I’m sorry I was very rude, the truth is I had a crush on Owen for a very long time and I finally told him and he made me quit the team and now I’m here it’s all so sudden and it’s not your fault” you ramble not really knowing why you’re confessing your rejection to him of all people.

Poel leans down to your eye level and says “you’re here with me forget him and focus on me” as you’re about to reply some maniac with dark blue hair is speeding on a bike and they are headed straight for you you try getting out the way tripping making you fall right into Poel your eyes widened when you realized your lips are touching you hear a guy mumble “sorry” you hear the pedaling get quieter as they leave the scene.

Poel doesn’t seem to mind the sudden contact he cups your cheeks with his hands pulling you in further for a kiss you grab tightly onto his shirt melting into the kiss when he pulls away he smiles saying “you know if you wanted a kiss you totally could’ve just asked you have a funny way of apologizing” he says laughing. “Wait I wasn’t” you try and explain you didn’t mean to kiss him.

You both were unaware of the danger watching you from a distance, Heart Eyes watches The two of you observing the way Poel eyes follow your every movement the way his eyes light up when he sees you smile and immediately Heart Eyes found their next target.

Poel quickly calls a cab over. Once you’re both in the cab he tells the driver the destination of his apartment. The ride is silent, Poel breaks the silence “you can stay here for the night until we get your living situation sorted out” he offers. “Thank you!” you reply. “How will I deal with him for the whole night?” You ask yourself hoping he doesn’t plan to annoy you.

You arrive at his apartment but Poel can’t seem to find his keys. “Shit I totally left my keys at the café when I walked out in a hurry” he states. “Do you have a spare?” You ask, trying to be helpful. “Yep, but it’s upstairs you need two keys. One is to get into the building, the other is to get into your apartment.” He replies. “What the fuck kinda shit is that? Are all apartments like this in New York?” You ask, making him laugh.

His laughter is cut short when a knife flies between both of your heads sticking straight into his apartment complex's door. “What the fuck is your problem? You almost hit her with that watch where you’re throwing shit” Poel says grabbing the knife out the door.

The killer kicks Poel into the door, making him hit his head; he gets knocked out instantly. The killer beads straight for you and you run down the street. “HELP SOMEONE CALL 911” you yell out hoping someone will hear you.

After it feels like you’ve been running for miles a cop car pulls up beside you. When you look behind you the killer is nowhere to be seen. “I was being chased by the heart-eyes killer” you tell the cop. “Im officer Harvey and I work with officer Priscilla in the investigation of the heart eyes murders we have every reason to suspect your boyfriend is the killer” Harvey says.

“What?!” You say in shock. “We are victims, we've been chased by that psychotic killer all night and you’re blaming Poel for the murders?!” You shout. “I know you’re under a lot of stress and this is sudden so I’ll keep it short, he was found with the mask and the weapon laying outside his apartment unconscious and a ring we found at the Statue of Liberty murders crime scene has his initials P.R” Harvey says. “He also has been in every other state that the murders occurred in” he adds.

“No that can’t be true” you say without believing a word he says. “He is a world class cyclist he has to travel to a lot of states for races!” You exclaim trying to defend Poel. “Save it for when you’re questioned.” He says. You can’t believe the audacity he has to speak to you this way when you’re the victim. You watch as Poel is driven away in another cop car. Harvey drives you to the police station.

At the station, Rivera & Harvey point out Poels initials match the ones on the ring found at the Statue of Liberty crime scene, and that he was in the same cities at the same time as the killer's previous attacks. “I swear I’m being framed, I never killed anyone and I’m not married” Poel says. “That’s what they all say” officer Harvey replies. Priscilla cuffs Poel to the table in the interrogation room. Finally beginning the interrogation process.

You arrive at the station running into the lobby. You approach the front desk swiftly asking Frita the receptionist, where the suspect is. “He isn’t the killer he was with me all night, we’ve been running from the killer all night if it was him I’d know” you say. “Relax, I'll go get you some information,” Frita says. “Thank you!” you reply.

Frita leaves you in the lobby to go speak with officer Priscilla. Frita enters the interrogation room alerting Priscilla that they have a code CWIL at the front desk. “I’ll take care of it,” Pricilla says. “Hey, what’s code CWIL?” Poel asks. “It stands for crazy woman in love” Fran answers.

As you’re waiting in the lobby some weird IT technician named Daniel asks you on a date. “I almost got killed tonight by the couple killer also known as heart as after me and an acquaintance got mistaken for a couple.” You say hoping the odd confession will get him to walk away. “Oh I’m sorry forgive me” he says and slowly exits the police station. You sigh in disbelief at the night you’ve had.

Priscilla enters the lobby and tries doing a background check on you as her and Frita ask you questions but the Internet is down. “The internet's down. I'm going to go check the breaker and I'll be back. Frita don’t let her go anywhere until I get that background check done.” Frita nods her head in response. “You sit down in the waiting seats and don’t move until she gets back.” Frita tells you.

Before you could question why they need to do a background check on you Frita gets stabbed through the chest by heart eyes with the national flag of the United States on a pole. The power goes out leaving you and the killer briefly unable to adjust to the new lighting. You take the opportunity to grab the garbage can and charge at the killer knocking the cab straight into them. The killer falls back into a wall. You grab Fritas' gun and keys from the floor and skedaddle towards the hallway running into officer Harvey. “THE KILLER IS DOWN THERE HE KILLED YOUR RECEPTIONIST” You yell at him. “I’ll take care of it, you go hide.” He warns you.

You run to find the room Poel is in but you’re not exactly in the same room. You’re in the observation room you’re able to see Poel through a one way glass window but he’s unable to see you. Having a horrible idea you take Frita’s gun and start shooting at the glass. Poel ducks under the table trying his best to cover his head but he’s still cuffed to the table so he’s having trouble doing so. You jump through the new opening you just made rushing over to Poel.

You use the keys you stole from Frita to free Poel from the handcuffs. He grabs your hand and as he’s about to open the door it swings open Revealing heart eyes. A knife is swung and you and Poel, he lets go of your hand and shoves the table into heart eyes. Poel grabs your hand again dragging you to the opening in the window he picks you up bridal style and sets you back down in the other room. He then hops through the opening himself and you bright run out the room hand in hand exiting the police station.

You flee to a drive-in movie theater. You and Poel notice all the couples at this location. “Oh no we just lead him to an all you can kill zone” you say. “It will be ok, come on follow me” he replies gripping your hand tightly pulling you through the cars trying to find a hiding place. You two find an unlocked van and you both hop in.

You hear several screams from inside the van as you’re sure couples are being brutally murdered outside. Soft moans distract you from the screams outside you and Poel slowly turns to look at each other and you slowly look in the back of the van. Where you spot a hippy couple fucking in the back of thier van. “Hey keep it down there is a killer outside you” whisper shout. “We love role playing,” the woman says. Poel rolls his eyes while making a funny face. “We are going to get caught because they are fucking too loud” he says.

As if the killer read Poels mind the back of the van doors swing open and the killer stabs the woman all the way through her throat and the weapon exits the back of her head he yanks the weapon out her mouth splattering blood everywhere. The man underneath her screams as her body drops onto him as his screaming is cut short heart eyes stabs the same weapon in his throat killing him in an instant. You and Poel exit the vehicle while heart eyes is occupied.

Heart eyes heads to the vehicle where you and Poel just left. Poel takes your hand and runs to the back of the vehicle. You’re gonna kill me? I won’t hold back. Poel says as he takes the knife out of the couple in the van and stabs it straight through the killer's neck fatally wounding the killer splattering blood all over you two. The killer's body drops to the pavement. Poel squats beside the body pulling the mask of revealing that the killer is a complete stranger.

“Do you know this guy?” He asks. You shake your head no. “In the ghost face movies the killer is usually someone you’re close to” you say confused as to why some random guy is going around killing innocent couples.

“We just killed someone” You say. “yep.” Poel replies trying to catch his breath. “Really? We can go to jail for murder and all you have to say is yep?!” You replied, you question how he’s so nonchalant after what just happened. “What it’s self defense!” Poel says.

An ambulance and cop car approach the scene. After gathering all the details from you Poel and other witnesses as the drive in. A paramedic says “damn, you two will be famous! The bad ass couple who stopped heart eyes!” He stuck his tongue out showing off his split tongue “damn it kinda turns me on” he says making you and Poel give each other a concerned look. The other paramedic was even weirder, you thought he wore a mask, he never said a word the only sound you heard from him was his laughter after his colleague made the inappropriate remark.

Officer Rivera arrives at the scene stating she has a few more questions for Poel and he needs to come with her. “Be careful something about her isn’t right.” You warn Poel. “I’ll totally be fine, it’s her job to help us but I completely understand it’s hard to trust anyone after the night we’ve had” he says as gets in her car. He waves goodbye to you through the window.

Great, I'm stuck in this ambulance with two nut jobs. You begin reflecting on your night as the two paramedics tend to your wounds. You haven’t thought of Owen once since you’ve been with Poel. “Am I falling for him?” You think to yourself. Your thoughts are interrupted by a text from Owen “I’m so sorry are you and Poel okay? I saw the news. I had no idea the heart eyes killer was in the US.” You’re unable to reply to his message because you receive and call from an unknown number. At the same time a texts pops up from an unknown number saying “you better answer or he dies”

You answer the call “come to the old abandoned chapel alone if you want him to live” the killer sats posing an obvious trap the call ends abruptly after that. “HEY SNAKE TONGUE CHASE THAT COP CAR” you say. “Sure~” he replies, turning on the siren, speeding after Priscilla. “I’m not sure what’s going on but things are getting interesting hehe.‪‪❤︎‬” The paramedic says you learn his name is Wooin and the other is Hyuk and they really aren’t paramedics. They stole the costumes after beating up the real premedics because they wanted to see the scene of the murder.

“Good luck saving your boyfriend” Hyuk yells out the window as the ambulances exit the chapel's parking lot. “HE IS NOT MY BOYF- forget it” you say knowing they wouldn’t hear you anyway. You enter the old chapel upon arrival you’re greeting with a tied and gagged Poel. You run over to him to get kicked back by two masked killers. “Not so fast” one killer says as they take their mask off revealing their identities Priscilla and Daniel.

“If you’re the killer then who did we kill at the drive-in?” You ask. “He was just a fanboy and a short lived lover” Daniel replies. “We’ve committed every murder together as a couple” Priscilla says. “I killed the couple at the Statue of Liberty unfortunately I lost my wedding ring there” Daniel admits. “And I killed the couple at Staten Island Ferry” Priscilla admitted with a sinister smile on her face.

“We killed your fan boy lover” you admit. The psychotic couple turns and gives you a confused look. “What? Why are you looking at me like that? Is there a problem? I thought we were confessing our body counts” you say while laughing. “Sorry did I kill the mood? Please continue.” You say motioning for them to continue their story. They roll their eyes and scoff Priscilla grabs Poel by the neck and ungags him.

“Why'd you let her take you home dumbass?” You ask Poel. “Well aren’t you intriguing” Priscilla replies. “You’re not the dumbass I was talking to” you snap back making Poel stifle his laughter he was still tied with with his hands behind his back. “I thought she’d at least be scared, after all we’ve threatened her and her boyfriend’s life” Daniel says. You don’t even bother correcting him that Poel isn’t your boyfriend. “I got my heart broken today. I don't have time for your lover's bullshit” you say.

Daniel revealed that he’s married to Priscilla Priscilla Rivera and they got married in this very building. “Well congratulations on your marriage I’m so happy for the two of you” you say sarcastically. Making the psychotic couple laugh at your remark. “You see killing is our kink” Priscilla says, sliding the knife down Daniels chest. “You see I didn’t ask nor do I care.” You say rolling your eyes causing Poel once again to stifle his laughter.

“Don’t get smart with me bitch” Daniel says. “We got lucky that you and I share the same initials otherwise we would’ve been caught” Priscilla says to Poel as she drags her knife tracing his facial features with the sharp tip. “We aren’t a couple so let us go” you tell them.

“Oh we know but your chemistry is better than any of the couples we’ve ever killed we just couldn’t resist the urge to kill you two” “now pick up the gun you have two choices if you truly aren’t a couple and you don’t love him then kill him and you’re free to go but if you love him you can save him by killing yourself” the killers demand guving you no choice but to comply.

You pick up the gun slowly and aim it right for Poel’s head with a smile on your face “looks like I’ll have to pick you” you raise the gun above poels head adjusting your aim and shooting Priscilla in her hip.

“Did you really think I’d shoot him?” You say laughing Poel takes it as an opportunity to knock Daniel off his feet you quickly run to untie him. “I swear I totally thought you were going to shoot me for a sec” he says “I wanted to a few times but I’d never” you say.

Poel gets dragged away by Daniel and Priscilla has you by the throat breaking up your heartfelt reunion with Poel. “I want you to watch as the love of your life takes his last breaths” Priscilla says as her grip tightens around your throat holding you in place. Leaving you only able to watch in fear hoping Poel will be ok. Poel is knocked to the ground by Daniel; he's struggling to break free from the attack. Poel finds an arrow in Daniels pocket as he attempts to push him off he quickly grabs it and stabs it straight into Daniels eye. Resulting in Daniel standing up yelling out in horror alerting his wife Priscilla as he stumbles in a table holding candle wax knocking it all over him.

Priscilla is shocked and angry; she lets go of her grip on your throat which gives you an opportunity to kick her feet out from under her, making her fall and hit her head. You grab a piece of broken plywood and stab it into her side. She kicks you, knocking you into the floor as she stands up, snatching your hair and pulling you to stand. You tack the opportunity and run pushing her into the statue behind her. The statue's sword stabs straight into her and begins to hear her choking on her own blood gasping for air as she takes her last breath.

David springs back to life charging straight for you, Poel quickly grabs the gun from early and shoots him in the end Daniels body hits the floor with a loud thud. Finally their killing spree is put to an end as Poel goes over to double check that Daniel is dead.

“It gets your blood pumping, doesn't it?” Poel says excitedly. “Yeah it does, I just hope we don’t end up with the same kink…” you joke. “I swear we’re gonna have one hell of a therapy bill” Poel jokes back, making you laugh as you both hear sirens approaching in the distance."Don't you have anything to say to me?" Poel says dropping the gun to the floor.

“This will sound crazy especially after the night we just had you know almost getting killed not once, or twice, but three times but I fell in love with you I realized that when I panicked about the thought of you being gone I was scared I’d lose you” reader dialogue “I’ve liked you for a long time, I swear eventually I was gonna confess but there was never a right time” Poel confesses. You two share your first kiss in the Chapel surrounded by a scene only found in horror movies.

One year later, you and Poel return to the couples drive-in movie.

“Look, don’t freak out,” Poel says, pulling out a key from his pocket. “I want you to move in with me after the year we had. I don't wanna be apart” he says. “Poel of course I’ll move in with you” you say happily giving him a kiss on the cheek leaving him blushing.

You receive a sinister prank call putting it on speaker for Poel to hear. “I’m watching you, did you really think it was over” the distorted voice on the other end says before quickly hanging up. You and Poel look at each other knowing you that it isn’t over it’s just begun.

Rolling credits in 5,4,3,2,1…

Dedications: @bfwooin @dzvelinaskebiyars

Wooin, Hyuk, Joker, Vinny, Juwon, Oliver, Michele, Owen, & Chris are next! Should I add Bale?

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hello hello ddvau fans if you do not know me i do edits for ddvau and i have Known about this chapter for weeks and have been sitting on my rage at HG the whole time. and now it is released i need the people to see he is a bitch ass mf

anyway. starting off here. the very first thing HG says to Grian when talking about what happened is a threat

"i'm here to help you. i'm the best option you got, no one else will"

when i was editing for Doody, this line was just "i'm here to help." but Doody wanted it to come across somewhere in this chapter that HG has all the power in this situation and that HG wants Grian to know that. it was decided that the best spot to include that was right here, right off the bat. HG is Grian's only option and that is as much a promise as it is a threat. no one else will help Grian, and that includes saving him from HG if he doesn't tell HG what he wants to know

and then there's this page. when Grian isnt super forthcoming w info, HG pulls out Jimmy. HG knows better than anyone that Jimmy is completely innocent and that he had nothing to do w the attack--he's a victim here, and HG knows that better than anyone. he also knows, from being Grian and Jimmy's friend as a civilian for years, that Grian cares a lot about Jimmy, and is using that against Grian

he also knows from being a civilian and Jimmy's friend that Jimmy's pro-mutant stance isnt popular, and Jimmy could be framed if HG said something bad about him. HG is trying blatantly to use anti-mutant sentiments against Grian and Jimmy so that Grian will talk, in a moment Grian is already convinced he's going to be arrested for hiding his status as a mutant

(which: note that HG says he heard "rumors" about Jimmy's stance about mutants and his protests against the university's policies--it isn't rumors, HG knows this from being Jimmy's friend and coworker as Scar)

and then here, HG is the only one who was conscious and who was fully present for and remembers what happened during the MS attack. yeah, Tango was also there, but Tango is a known mutant, adn we've already seen people do not trust Tango and think Tango is dangerous--he's certainly not as trustworthy as HG, Superhero, Emerald Soldier, face of the military. he's the one people will trust most. what he says happened is what happened

HG says that yes, Grian’s secret is safe, but only because HG is choosing to keep it. Grian is safe because HG is allowing him to be. HG told everyone that Grian gained wings from the attack, and so HG won't arrest Grian. in this narrative which HG made up, Grian did not lie to the government and he was not always a mutant. HG said it, so it's true, even if he's lying. all HG has to do is change his mind and say that Grian was always a mutant who lied and hid his status from the government, and then Grian will be arrested. HG could change his mind at any time if Grian doesn't cooperate with him. he's very blatantly blackmailing Grian

fun fact! the original version of this line didn't have the "for now," but it was added in editing when Doody said they wanted it to be explicitly clear HG is threatening Grian

what HG says here is the truth. he isn't just representing the law--HG is above the law, and he isn't shy about making sure Grian knows that. he's willing to use anything in his disposal to get the information he wants, and he's willing to use anything available to him to make sure Grian complies with him. disguising it in friendly attitude and cookies and a phone number does not hide the fact HG was incredibly ruthlessly manipulative here

anyway. incredibly fun chapter. one of my favorites. i need DDVAU HG exploded

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Why him? (Part II to Why me?)

azriel x rhys' sister! reader

angst/eventual comfort (Buckle up bc this part is in Azriel's Pov after reader left him for Autumn. I swear the comfort will come eventually)

Summary: When you walk in on Azriel and Elain the mating bond snaps leading you to flee to Autumn with Eris so you can be free of Azriel. Your absence causes Azriel to come to some drastic realisations, but is it already too late and has your time in Autumn led to you moving on?

Part I if you missed it

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Azriel has never been more confused in his long fae life. You guys have been perfectly in sync for hundreds of years, had seen each other at your bests and worsts and now it seems like everything is crumbling down and he doesn't even know what's happening. First, it had begun with his almost kiss with Elain, which Rhys had interrupted with probably the meanest thing he had ever said to him. Then, his shadows tell him that you're getting ready to leave for Autumn immediately without telling anyone.

He begins to tell Elain this when his first shadow, the one that had reached out to him in the depths of his father's dungeon, begins crying. He feels his shadow break away from himself and run to stop you from leaving. His shadow lets out a melancholic cry, unlike one he's ever heard from them. He feels the shadow's emotions, the panic and the fear of you leaving. You guys have never left for a mission without at least corresponding to one another.

He tells Elain that he that he thinks something is seriously wrong and he needs to see you right now to make sure everything is okay. He runs to your room and when he gets there, he sees it's already full of the rest of the inner circle minus Rhys. He watches as they go silent in his presence, each one a deer caught in the headlights.

The room immediately became thick with tension and he didn't know why. It couldn't have been because he brought Elain with him? He looks to you and you look almost sickly, trembling and heavy breathing with bleary, dull eyes that look drained of the life he had become accustomed to. Something was seriously wrong.

While Autumn had been one of the more problematic courts as far as diplomacy goes, it had been relatively stable recently. Beron's reign of terror has been suprisingly quiet lately. There shouldn't be any reason to send you there. Besides it wasn't a particularly safe court and Azriel would rather be sending 50 spies to their death than to put you in jeapordy.

The entire time he was in the room he felt that you had been off. For cauldron sake you had snapped at him when he had only been concerned for your safety. You don't do that. Well, not without reason of course, and he wanted to know the reason so he could fix it because that's what you guys do for each other. How was he going to do that when you wouldn't even look him in the eye.

It didn't help that he couldn't get a grip on his frantic shadow that was holding you down. It also didn't help that Eris appeared out of nowhere and whisked you away to Autumn before he could say anything. He was going to go after you when Rhys had shown up and told him to stand down. Rhys, who had said deplorable things to him about the Elain situation. But nevertheless, he choked down the hurt he had regarding his whole argument with his brother.

You had left so suddenly and now everyone in the room had gone quiet, the weight of your absence felt by everyone immediately. He didn't even get to give you your solstice gift.

Speaking of Solstice, everyone would usually stay up late drinking and laughing but the minute you left it felt as if someone took a bucket of ice water to every single person in that room. Rhys announced he was going to bed and everyone else agreed and followed. They said their goodnights in the most polite fashion, the way they would to a courtier not their brother on Solstice. Nesta dragged Elain away before she could retort that she needed to stay with Azriel.

All the warmth had seeped out of the room with your absence and he wondered if this was how it was going to be from now on without you. Although you hadn't been glued to the hip as you guys usually were, due to him spending more time with Elain he knows he would've noticed if there was something wrong. Deep down in his heart, as shrivelled and marred it had become, Azriel knew that something was seriously wrong and he committed himself to finding out what it was.

The spymaster is the perfect person to have been chosen to solve the mystery of your sudden switch up, and Azriel swore he would get down to the bottom of whatever it was. Him and Rhys have been vying in the competition of who knows you best for centuries. He decides to start his investigation by searching your room. Yes, it's technically an invasion of privacy but anything that puts you and your happiness or safety at risk is an emergency in Azriel's book.

He has his shadows scour around and nothing seems to be out of the ordinary minus the missing stuff you had packed. A dozen or so books missing, a quarter of your closet gone, and all the trunks you had in the closet were absent. You had packed a good amount of your stuff, enough to last you a month at the least and years at the most.

He begins to look for more clues, and he notices that you had left the stationary that he had gifted you on your 400th untouched on your desk. It started off with a simple stationary set with a gold-tipped quill and obsidian star-flecked ink, then when he saw your eyes light up he would find excuses to get you more ink and pens over the years. Now your giant desk is sprawling with different inks, wax seals, stamps, pens, quills, you name it it's there. You have never left the Night Court without at the very least the original set in tow. Even during the war, you packed the gold-tipped quill in your small bag.

Azriel's stomach dropped. He knew it probably wasn't malicious, and you had probably just been in a rush and had simply forgotten, but the idea that not even a small part of him was with you left an ugly feeling spreading throughout him.

He continued to look around the room and saw that you had left everything Azriel had ever given you. The training boots he had especially made for you sat worn out on the floor next to the bookshelf, which he now noticed only housed the books that Azriel had given you, which he had noticed was a substantial amount. The travel pack he had made for your measurements, since the Illyrian one's were quite large and heavy, was left on the floor with nothing but the first aid kit that he had requested Madja to make you in case of emergencies in it.

Azriel had spent countless hours in your room, but never realised how much he comprised it, but maybe that was because all traces of you were now gone. You took the jewellery that Mor had given you, books Nesta had lent you, even the blanket that Feyre had given you made from the Coat of the elusive WinterBeast. It doesn't even get cold enough in Autumn for you to use it. You even took the apron that Cassian sewed you the one time Nesta dragged him to a sewing class on date night. For Cauldron's sakes you even took the enchanted ruby ring that Amren gave you, why would you do that when you prefer Saphire. He had noticed that when you had left, you changed out your regular sapphire jewellery in exchange for the purple diamonds and starlight emblems that Rhysand had given you.

Yes they were Night Court family colours, but it was the first time he had seen you without any blue for a while. He didn't like it. You were a sentimental person and had brought pieces of everyone in the family with you, except for him and Elain. Maybe this was your way of protesting their sneaking around, especially with talks of a Blood Duel coming into play, but you have never outright avoided him before.

He continued to pace around the room, trying to come up with solutions and possibilities, when his foot hit a box that had been hiding under your bed. Perfect cobalt blue wrapping with a silver bow, Azriel knew he had just found his Solstice present.

Hiding Solstice presents from Azriel had always been hard work. The shadows would see and get excited and tell their master of the gifts long before they were wrapped and under the tree. You, however, were somehow the only one who could surprise him. You refused to let him find out, leading to you not even putting your present under the tree. He would receive his gift late at night when everyone had gone to bed, and the stars in the sky were fighting to stay up, the threat of sunlight imminently close. You would creep around in the shadows of him and steal leftover Solstice cookies and have your own gift opening either in one of your rooms or next to the embers of the fire that had been roaring all night.

Azriel had committed many atrocities in his life, his line of work almost required it. He didn't know what came after this life, and every day, he wondered if the Mother would even let him go on knowing all that he had done in this one. To go against the Mother was one thing, but to go against you was another. Azriel knew that he would forsake the Mother a hundred times over before he would forsake you. Even if this present was meant to be his anyways, you aren't here to give it to him so how does he know he can take it? But what if this present is actually a clue, and you purposefully hid it to spite him. You were still Rhys' blood, you guys can get a little petty at times.

Besides he did technically give you your Solstice present. Azriel always had an easy time with gifts, he listens in on conversations about what people want and gives it to them. While there is a lack of sentimentality there, everyone is happy so why does it matter?

But you always give the most thoughtful gifts, the gifts people didn't know they wanted but needed. He tries to keep up with you, but he just isn't sentimental enough to be good at those kinds of gifts. He gifted Elain a necklace, because that's what the jeweler said that women liked. For you though, he knew he had to come up with something big.

He came up with his gift months ago when Azriel had to go on a month-long mission to help keep the Spring Court from falling. When he came back, his first shadow darted to you, swirling around you happily. It had been whispering about you constantly during his time away and had only calmed down in your presence. It clicked for him, and while this shadow is the most important to him, the one that had reached out in the darkness when he was at his lowest, he knew deep down that it in some way it had belonged to you. Always preferring your company to his, always asking about your whereabouts, always calming down in your presence. He told his shadow and the shadow was elated the shadow came up with different ideas to always be with you, as a bracelet, in your hair, even as a part of your shadow.

While others had always been weary of his shadows, you treated them like a pet. Talking to them, petting them, and never missing an opportunity to call them cute. While the shadows are sentient, they are a manifestation of himself, and where others cowered in fear you embraced them wholeheartedly. It was probably the most intimate thing that Azriel had ever done for anyone he even had a mini speech written down about how grateful he was to have you in his life, but he never got to give it to you because you left before he had the chance. He didn't realise that the shadow had managed to escape with you until after you were gone.

You had just left but he missed you. The lack of knowledge of your return had him spiraling. He needed to know why you left because then he could know how to bring you back. In his desperation for answers and current lack of a better judgement he decides to open the present.

He rips open the cobalt wrapping paper to find a navy box littered with silver stars that looked like the night sky. He takes off the lid of the box and starts ruffling through the shiny paper you stuffed the box with, an extra layer of protection to block his shadows from seeing what was in the gift.

The first thing he had pulled out was a matching blade and sheath. The hilt was intricate, it started blue and bled into a violet littered with specks that he could only see after turning it over, pure starlight. The hilt had little stars and swirls engraved in it, an Illyrian design, but the actual shape of the blade and craft of the blade hailed from Dawn.

The blade of a Peregryn general was the sharpest and lightest blade that you could find in Prythian. The craftsmanship is a very regulated process and no one is able to get them. No one else is allowed to wield them and the blade dies with the Peregryn, they are blood bound. They are heavily enchanted and are basically a lifeline for any peregryn soldier. They only break when warding off a death blow.

There usually a bit smaller, no bigger than a throwing knife. He pulled out truthteller to compare the size and it was a perfect match. The matching sheath was gorgeous, all dark leather and intricate designs. More swirls of shadows and stars and little specks of blue and purple, a mix of you and Azriel.

He was aghast. He had mentioned being bitter about the Peregryn blades and made a joke about how Illyrians were the better winged fae in the past Mother knows how long ago, but he never thought you would actually be able to acquire one, let alone customise it to his liking.

He was touched, but he tried to suppress his feelings so he could maintain his control and continued to look through the box. The only other thing was a pair of gloves, but knowing you, they must have been a lot more than a pair of gloves. Also from the Dawn court, they had the same level of intricacy in their design and appeared to match the rest.

Azriel put a glove on and felt immediate relief. You knew that the cold would sometimes aggravate the scars on his hands and while he was still able to function for all these years, it wasn't comfortable to say the least. Azriel hated asking for help, he couldn't do it, so he has suffered in silence, enduring like he always does. You had these gloves imbued with a healing magic, from the Dawn Court, the court with the best healers in Prythian.

He knew that you had likely spent years crafting these gifts and working with blacksmiths and healers, calling in favor after favor, swaying high lords all for his sake. No one has ever done something like this for him.

His heart swells and then breaks. You had done all of this for him and now he had let you down without knowing why. You gave him a lifeline and he was going to waste it on a Blood Duel with Lucien Vanserra. He was going to waste years of work you had put into this surprise trying to take someone’s mate away from them, the very thing he had always wanted. Shame fills him and the thoughts begin to flood his mind.

The thoughts of how he doesn't deserve you. Thoughts of how he has failed you and will never be able to fix that damage that he unknowingly did. Thoughts of how you finally saw the faults in him like everyone else and you had decided that enough was enough and you decided you didn’t want anything to do with him. Thoughts of how he had lost the one person who had always been unconditionally there for him.

The thoughts just keep coming and he doesn’t know how to stop them. His shadows frantically swirled around him unable to deal with the distress of their master. Mental distress becomes physical and the weight of existence is heavy on his chest.

Azriel falls to his knees and holds his new blade, your blade, to the left side of his chest. He crumples in on himself and the shadows surround him. Wetness begins to stream down his face and he can’t even begin to comprehend why. What is this agony he was feeling.

His vision blurs, not that it matters since his shadows surround him and block the light. His breathing is erratic and his heart is nearly pounding out of his chest. His chest swells with emotion heavy as pain, almost as if there was a phantom knife lodged in his chest. He had never felt this way before, he was very good at keeping his composure but right now he was a complete and utter mess.

Trying to get himself together before he completely falls apart he’s able to prop himself up against your bed. Your scent immediately hits him and a wave of comfort rolls over him. Even in your absence you’re taking him down off the ledge. The minute he picked up your scent it was like he was finally able to think clearly.

He was emotionally and physically spent from all that had happened tonight, he needed the small comfort of whatever part of you he could get. You would laugh at him for this and scold him for not writing a letter, he would give anything for you to walk in and say something like how he’s a big illyrian baby who can never ask for help. You would laugh and stay with him until he feels like he can be alone again. You were meant to be here laughing with him and crying over how touched you were by his gift, instead he was here by himself crying because of how touched he was by yours and how he wishes you were here.

Like a child that just had a nightmare, he crawls into your bed and wraps himself up in the blankets and your scent. His body relaxed, his heart rate steadies, his breathing evens, and his shadows calm. Everything instantly feels better and what seemed like the end of the world moments ago now seems manageable. Your scent lulls him to edge of sleep and he drifts off with thoughts of you on his mind.

part III

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note: I really tried to get this out in 24 hours so it may be a bit rushed and completely unedited... but thank you everyone for your support and thank you for everyone on the taglist! This may be a bit of a boring chapter, but I feel like it's necessary to flesh out the relationship between the reader and Azriel. Until next time!

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ASTROLOGY OBSERVATIONS PT. 7

THESE NOTES ARE ONLY A STUDY OF MINE AND HAS/HAS NOT BEEN PROVEN YET, SO IF IT DOES NOT RESONATE WITH YOU, FORGIVE ME AS IT WAS ONLY A STUDY/OBSERVATION OF MINE.

I DO NOT PLAGIARIZE, COPY OR REWORD ANY OF MY FELLOW ASTROLOGY OBSERVERS POSTS AND I DEMAND THE SAME IN RETURN.

Also, trigger warning, I have mentioned s**ual harr**ment. You can skip the 6th point in this post if you are sensitive to these things.

• Taurus mercury natives have such elegant voices. My bestfriend has this placement too and my god, her voice is just so feminine and sweet you know, like it has a feminine touch, so soft and relaxing to listen to. Oh, these natives also sing beautifully, it just comes so naturally to them.🤌🥴

• Moon in 5th house individuals get into a lot of relationships in a lifetime. Most of them are unsteady and shortlived. This also makes the native end up in a lot of situationships. One of my friend has this and she faced this a lot too.😕

• My male friend has moon in 4rth house and he values his mother like a 100%.🤯 He always values her opinion on the decisions he makes. He really loves her. The same effect takes place with all men having moon in the 4rth house.😊

• This is just an observation of mine, just a reminder so if this does not relate with you, I apologise.🙏 I have observed that people whose ascendant falls on the 12th house don't really get seen by people as their ascendant. Rather they are seen first as the sign overlaying the 1st house.

>This happens as the native grows up. As children they behaved very much like their ascendant sign but mostly due to being taunted, commented on and so on, they began to hide this part of themselves (which explains the ascendant lying in the 12th house) and then they begin wearing the 1st house sign as a shield that hides what they actually are on the inside.😔😒

>The 12th house represents mainly what is hidden from everyone, mostly because of underlying fear of judgement and not meeting the expectations of others. So the ascendant overlaying here really explains a lot to us.

>For example:

✓ a few of my friends have this in their chart and they've told me how they behaved as kids but changed due to the reasons I mentioned above. The 5th house🤰does give us a picture of how our childhood was but this played a role too.

✓ Like one of my friend has her sagittarius ascendant in the 12th house. As a kid she was always jumping, could not sit still in one place, always laughed and so on but as she grew up, due to the negative commentary of many, she showed her capricorn 1st house side more to others and people began calling her boring or too intimidating to hang out with. She is a silent person now but when you get to know her better and become close enough for her to trust you, this sagittarius side of her naturally comes out and she's very playful with me.🤭🤠

✓ Even my other friend who has leo ascendant in the 12th house told me she was confident and very playful as a kid, quite headstrong when it came to her toys and the ones she played with too but growing up she faced harsh situations and now people see her as this extremely quite, soft and delicate person due to her cancer 1st house, but when she becomes comfortable with you, she shows this bright and creative side of hers. No one recognises how creative she is as well and those who are close with her always call her this ray of sunshine while those who are not, see her as this shy walking creature. We often even compare her to the sun saying she's like the sun in a dark room.🌻🌞

This can mostly resonate with those whose placidus chart resonates well with them because I have seen this more on placidus charts than whole sign charts.

• True node ☌ (conjunct) Uranus natives are extremely free- spirited people who will destroy anything or anyone who tries to take away their freedom, even if it's family.

(by destroy, I don't necessarily mean physical violence. I mean go against them and disturb their peace of mind and many a times even verbally wound them or just cut them off from their life)

They don't want to live by rules and norms of society often questioning it. They desire a life away from all the constraints that society has imposed upon humanity. They believe very much in the laws of nature and dislike the way humans restrict free-spirits like them.

They believe that they've come on Earth to fulfill their soul purpose alone and not to be entirely bound or tied down by the toxic desires desires and wishes of others, especially when it's control them. Now, these people are not savages or rouges. They are in fact very non-judgmental and offer you free space to be yourself.

They are the aliens in a world full of human beings. They have this very strong gut feeling that they have come on Earth to make a massive change. They are also usually lost in this world where everything changes in the blink of an eye, where the world evolves faster as the years pass by. They are also very good with technology I must say, they are very quick learners too, mostly with only what really grabs their attention because they cannot focus entirely on one thing.

They are curious souls longing for answers to their mind boggling questions. They are hard to figure out, hence I call them the Aliens on Earth and their minds/thoughts are UFOs. They can never settle, either physically or mentally or even both.

The depth of their mind and it's inner adventures are massive and eccentric in nature. They are amazing adventurers. Most of the time they really want to separate themselves from humanity and go to another planet.

They are also very very loyal and devoted lovers when they are 100% assured by their partner that their partner will be theirs no matter what. They do have a tendency to get flighty when they're afraid to invest completely only to be betrayed and cheated by their partner. This is all because of The impact of AQUARIUS features. ♒

• Natives with Black Moon Lilith (or any Lilith for that matter) ☌ (conjunct) Vertex can face significant fated events that target the darkest parts of themselves that they dont heal within themselves and are ashamed of.

These are the kind of events that can bring out or resurface shame and the unaccepted sides of themselves. There is also heavy risks of explicit exposure, se*ual harr**ment, being exploitated by both genders,etc. (how you are exploited can be mentally, physically, emotionally, etc and depends upon which house lilith sits in).

These individuals should be very careful about having their explicit stuff exposed to the public. There will also be an event that will completely change the native and push them to give 0 fucks about what society thinks of them, because all they've ever done was be kind, been taken advantage of in so many ways and no one stood up for them and even pretended to.

You must be careful wherever Lilith sits because this exposure and/or events will take place in those areas of your life.

Ex: 6TH HOUSE = colleagues, workplace, acquaintances, hidden enemies, innocence. When Lilith sits here be careful of those whom you are kind with and who are kind with you because in secret they may spread false rumours about you and even stalk you in order to expose you in some way. Your acquaintances may even blackmail you for various reasons so as to get you to do what they want you to do. These events can impact your health greatly.

I have this too and I have been through such shameful situations that I'm still working on healing.😮‍💨

• I have observed that once a fixed sign Mars (♉♒♌♏) native is done with you, they are DONE. If you do them dirty in any way, no matter how minor it is, they will never look at you the same way they did before ever again and they'll never apologise when they believe they've done nothing wrong.

They'll never beg you for forgiveness or run behind you when you stop giving them attention. They prioritize self-respect and don't feel the need to waste time with people or situations that cannot improve. Most of my friends have this and I've seen this in every single one of them.

"You cannot shake hands with a clenched fist". This is what they believe very much when it comes to dealing with people. If there is no reciprocation of respect, they will put their foot down, No doubt.

They are also very stern when it comes to making decisions. Very headstrong and you cannot convince these people easily. You will need a lot of evidence, proof and assurance to convince these natives about anything.🧐🥲

Like for example, if any or both of your parents have a fixed Mars, when you ask their permission to go out to a place with friends or ask them if you can go to that birthday party, or anything that requires their permission and consent, they will ask you so so many questions and even go the extra mile to make sure you are safe and that you are telling them the truth.😮‍💨 It is very hard to convince these natives when it comes to absolutely anything folks, you'll need an hour or two at least and even years at most lol.😭😂

My mom and sister, both, have a Taurus Mars and my god, they are so so hard to convince. They also are very stern decision makers and they value respect and boundaries which if messed with in any way, they will cut that person out so easily. 😶

Both of them are extremely overprotective of their loved ones and even very very possessive of the ones they love. This trait can be seen in the fixed sign Mars natives in general. They are so overprotective and possessive that it can become quite unbearable for the person experiencing it because the fixed sign Mars natives begin to check in on everything the person does.

celebrity examples:

•An actor named Ajay Devgn has his Mars in scorpio and his ex, Tabu, explained how Ajay's overprotectiveness and extreme possessiveness of her scared her and she left him because of it.

•Tom Cruise has his Mars in Taurus and his ex wives have told, the reason they left him was mainly due to his overhearing nature and how possessive he was of them so he would control what they wore and so on.

Thats all for today guys! I really hope you enjoyed reading this and I pray you have a bright day ahead❤️🌻

Thankyou for tuning in!

[cjjohansson]

love is enough - p.2

natasha romanoff x reader // comfort? smut? reader has a penis. 18+

part 1

“I love you. After all this time, I still love you. It’s always been you, it was you yesterday, it was you 2 months ago, a year ago. It is you today, it will be you tomorrow and for the rest of my life it will be you, I love you Natasha.” 

Her hand moves to your face, your own head leaning into her palm as she takes the weight of it. 

“But what if love isn’t enough y/n?” 

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You stepped away from her slowly, the hurt and shock reflecting on your face. What could you say to that? Because deep down you know it is true. Love might come from a relationship and might help develop one but not only does love exist in one. 

Natasha deserves love. You deserve love. 

And it is that simple, sometimes it isn’t enough. And it is a shit realization as it comes out of her mouth.

So when you find yourself not able to say a word, she stares back at you, waiting. 

And then she turns to leave when you say nothing and you let her. 

You both need more time to think and breathe. A lot was said between you both that needs to be thought through. 

Could she forgive you for going on that mission? For destroying her while destroying yourself?

Could you forgive her for sleeping with another while she was lonely and in pain?

If only the questions were easier. 

You're not the only one conflicted in this. Natasha is too, how is she meant to trust that you’ll always be there, that you won’t abandon her for something else you believe you need to do? How is she meant to forgive herself for sleeping with someone else when it is already eating her alive? 

Your brain is running wild, question after question as you stay facing the door. 

You turn around to your bed, your belongings scattered all over. You can’t leave. You can’t.

Not now, not when you know there could still be a chance to be back with her. 

And god, would you do everything and anything to get her back. 

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You wish it took the same amount of time to put back your stuff as it did throwing it on your bed but it didn't. By now it was already reaching midnight. You had fargone going down to eat with the team. It hadn’t taken Bucky long to come up to your room and try to talk you into coming down. But you couldn’t, not with Natasha down there, it didn’t seem right to, not after what happened. It only shocked you when Bucky had then told you that Natasha didn’t go down either, and was refusing to even talk to anyone through her door. They only knew she was in there and alive due to FRIDAY telling them she was.

It broke you all over again. 

How many times was your heart going to break in one day?

You threw the last of your stuff off your bed, feeling too distracted in your thoughts to finish it. You were tired, yet wide awake. Hungry, yet awfully nauseous. Nothing was going to settle you but Natasha. 

You find yourself speaking to FRIDAY, asking if Natasha was awake and still in her room and if she had left to eat something or had something in her room. She was awake and in her room, yet she hadn't left to eat. 

You knew what to do. 

You asked FRIDAY to place an order from your favorite pizza place. One half and half, spicy chicken on one half and pepperoni on the other, along with some chicken wings on the side. It was one of your and Natashas favorite comfort food. It was what was needed right now and you hoped with your whole heart she allowed you in. 

Unsurprisingly the food doesn't take long at all, it never does when you're ordering to the compound. You make sure to double check with FRIDAY if Nat is still awake and she is. 

When you approach her door, you try to tell yourself this is the best thing to do right now. You both need to talk and stretching it out for longer will only make the situation even worse than it already is. So you take a breath, count to 10, remind yourself that this isn’t a stranger. This is someone you have been in love with since the moment you laid eyes on her. 

“Tash?” You knock gently on her door, pressing your ear against to hear any movement, you don’t.

“Natasha, please open the door…” You hear bed covers shuffling around until you see a shadow appear at the small gap at the bottom of the door. 

“I know you're there, I can hear you breathing and I can see your shadow…” Still nothing.

“I have pizza?” You hear the door click. 

She is already back in bed under her covers before you can even fully step into her room. You're always amazed at how fast she can be when she wants to be. 

You move to her slowly, closing the door behind you. Yet you hesitate when you reach her bed. Not knowing if it is now classed as crossing a line to sit on her bed or not. 

She shocks you when she scoots over in the bed and lifts up her covers…

“I…err…I have outside clothes on. You don’t like it when I-”

“You have a t-shirt in the third drawer.” She mutters as she holds her hand out for the pizza box. 

You awkwardly shuffle over to the drawer, finding your t-shirt right away. 

“Do you have any-”

“You can just wear your t-shirt and boxers, it isn’t like I haven't seen you naked before.” Your cheeks flush red, suddenly feeling embarrassed for being so awkward. You don't even understand why you are being like this. You know you came here to talk, that was the only intention, to talk and to try and fix what you broke in the first place. You hurry yourself in changing, before making your way back over to her bed and sliding in beside her. 

You try not to let it bother you when she sits up straighter and leans away from you to put the pizza box in between you both. 

“Why the pizza?” Natasha mutters yet again as she takes a bite of a slice. 

“Thought it could be some kind of peace offering while we talk?” She lets out a breathless chuckle, your body turning to face her quickly, a smile spreading on your own. It’s been too long since you heard her laugh.

“Always knew the way to my heart didn't you…” Your smile drops. Her words flutter through your head once again, ‘but what if love isn’t enough y/n’. You fiddle with the pizza in your hand moving it back to the box as you start to feel nauseous all over again. 

“Sorry, that…I suppose that isn’t fair after what I said earlier…”

“No, no it’s- you're fine. You are right by the way.” You turn to look at her again, her brows furrowed as she puts her slice down, closes the box and moves it to the side table, she moves closer to look at you and you try not to hold your breath. 

“You're right, sometimes love isn’t enough…because love is a feeling and yes those feelings can change but to me the only way they have changed is that they have only become even deeper, but regardless of that, relationships are more than just feelings. They’re also about actions, choices and commitments. And I neglected them, I ruined that by going on that mission. Because you're right again, that mission did ruin me and I know that deep down as much as I thought I needed to go and finish it, I didn’t and it ruined me even more. And because of my own actions and choices, I came back and I had lost the best thing that ever happened to me. I am so sorry for leaving, I am so sorry I destroyed you, I never meant for any of that to happen, I was so lost and I left you behind and that wasn't fair, so I promise Natasha, nothing like this will ever happen again. I’m not leaving, I’m not going anywhere. So yeah, sometimes love isnt enough Tasha, but I promise you this time and for the rest of our lives it will be.” Your voice is clear through your whole mini monologue, staring into her eyes so she knows how truthful you’re being. You need her to know and feel everything you're telling her, you need her to believe you. She stays quiet for a while, tears filling your eyes over the fear of her leaving, the fear of your words and promises not being enough. 

“I wanted you to stay so badly, I just, you have always put me first and I know you have. I get that this mission was hard, god it was such a difficult position for you to be in and I needed you to stay so I knew you were okay. You wouldn’t even let me come, it hurt, you kept pushing me away. You were having nightmares every night and you wouldn’t let me comfort you, I was just stuck. I felt like the person I was in love with was slipping away right in front of me and no matter what I tried to do, it didn't make a difference. And I got in my own head too, I felt like no matter how much I tried to love and look after you it wasn’t enough anymore…I generally thought you fell out of love with me, it was just so confusing. Leaving felt easier than staying and that’s when I knew I didn't have another choice, you know? And I fucked up after…I slept with someone barely a week after you left and that wasn't fair, it isn’t fair. I felt so shit and alone and hurt…I was just in self destruction mode and I know that isn’t an excuse. Just in my head, how I felt, I just wanted and needed to be loved and in the end I ended up feeling awful and dirty…I regret it, with everything in me, I regret everything that happened from the moment you left. But I just didn't know how to handle it? I love you Y/n, I do, I truly love you and I want everything with you, I always have and I always will. I need you to forgive me Y/n, for sleeping with her and ruining this too, I need you to forgive me.” Natasha isn’t very steady with her words, she never had been when it came to herself being vulnerable. Her words stuttered all over the place, tears streaming down her face. It was hard to not pull her into your arms and hold her against your chest, she needed to calm down, or she was going to hyperventilate and that was the last thing she needed right now. 

“Hey, shhh, I forgive you. As much as I hate that it happened, we both can’t change that it did. We weren’t together anymore, the moment I left, we broke up, I know that. I forgive you, Natasha. I forgive you.” You whisper into her ear as you lean down and hold her closer, her body moving to straddle your lap so you can hold her more comfortably. 

“You’re okay. I’m here, you’re here.” You whisper again in her ear, you notice her breathing not calming down, sometimes she is like this after a nightmare and you can only ever get her to breathe properly again doing one thing which you really don't want to do right now. You decide to give her a moment to try and calm down before you have to resort to that. 

You continue to hold her tight, whispering to her that she is okay over and over again. Rocking her back and forth, just anything else you can think of. Yet her breathing only seems to be getting worse. You pull away slightly, pulling her face in front of yours. You notice instantly that she isn’t here with you right now, your body goes into overdrive. Standing up and wrapping her legs around your waist, moving her quickly into the bathroom. You step into her shower and make sure you are holding her properly, if you falter your hold you will drop her from the way she is about to move. You flick on the shower and you’re instantly met with her arms flying out and her body tensing as the water falls over her. Natasha’s breathing gets even faster for a moment before she takes a massive deep breath and starts to slow down, her body sagging as she closes her eyes. It still takes her a few moments under the cold water until she fully controls her breathing and allows herself to fall even more into my arms and shivers from the cold.

You turn the shower off, being rewarded with a kiss to your neck as you get out and wrap a towel around her. Moving her back into her bedroom, grabbing her new clothes to wear. Natasha whines when you go to move her, but allows you to finally put her down onto her own feet. Your hand lands on her cheek, pressing a lingering kiss onto her forehead. 

“You should get changed, or you’ll just get more cold. And I should probably go…” You feel guilty saying that after everything that has just happened but you feel like staying will only give off the wrong impression. Natasha stays quiet as you turn to leave, you see her in the corner of your eye take off her t-shirt, being met with her bare back…

“Stay? Please?” Your breath hitches as you turn back to face her, her t-shirt still not covering her body. She leans down, taking her underwear off and then moving towards you. Natasha stands in front of you, your eyes trying their hardest not to stray from her face. Natasha’s hands move to the bottom of your wet t-shirt, slowly bringing it up and over your head and it meets hers on the floor. You try your hardest to ignore the twinge in your boxers, but it becomes difficult when her hands move lower and she slowly starts to pull them down off of you too. 

She stays standing in front of you, pushing her body to press against yours. Her hands reach for yours to wrap around her body. It’s been too long since you’ve felt her skin against yours. 

It feels like coming home. 

You hold her tight against you, your breathing matching hers as she stands on her tiptoes to press her face into your neck. 

You reach your hands lower, moving underneath her ass to pick her up, she wraps her legs around your waist perfectly and you choose to ignore the moan that releases from her mouth when her core touches your stomach. 

You move back into the bedroom, laying her down gently onto the bed and placing yourself between her legs. Your forehead rests against her own, taking in the warmth and feeling of her body all over again. It had been 6 months since you had both been intimate with one another. 6 months of not feeling her pressed against you. 

Natasha’s hand touches your cheek delicately, pulling you down slowly to meet her lips. 

You kiss her eagerly, like she is the only thing able to bring you back to life, and honestly that felt true. 

The kiss only intensified, lust filling both of you as Natasha wraps her legs around you and pulls you to be flat against her. Her hips grinding up into you, your member poking her entrance, you try your hardest to hold back a groan but she has so much power over you. 

“I need you y/n, I want you so badly…” Natasha mumbles against your lips, her grinding continuing to work you up even more. You want and need her too, in every way imaginable. 

You move your kisses down her body, leaving mark after mark as you make your way down her neck, breasts and stomach. 

You press soft kisses into Natashas inner thighs, her whining making fire spread throughout your body. Your first lick is gentle, soft, tender, but when her hands grip your hair as she grinds herself hard into your face, you already know there is no time for slow, teasing movements. 

Natasha mewls as you continue to eat her out, your hands falling from her waist to gather her slick at her entrance, your fingers teasing her as you suck hard on her clit. Natashas moans continue to spread around the room, louder and louder, your brain going fuzzy as her moans consume you. 

“Fu-ckkk, I’m-I’m cu-cuming!” Natasha shouts as her orgasm floods through her, her back arching off the bed while her thighs hold a tight grip around your head, your movements slowing down to help her through the high. 

When she finally falls back onto the bed, her thighs loosening, you slowly move away from her, pressing more kisses onto her inner thigh as you make your way back up her body. Her breathing is still erratic but it doesn’t stop her from pulling you down back into a feverish kiss, her tongue pressing into your mouth as she breathes harshly. ‘I love you’s’ falling into both of your mouths as she starts to grind her hips back up into you. 

Natasha pulls her legs from your sides, moving them in between your own as she pulls away from your kisses. A smirk lining her face as she leans forward to press a teasing kiss onto the corner of your mouth before she turns over onto her hands and knees. Her ass pressing back up into you, making a groan fall from your mouth. 

“Fuck Tasha, are you trying to kill me…” You manage to breathe out as you press your hard on against her, your eyes zoning in on her back as she arches perfectly into the bed. 

You don't give her time to react as you rub your cock against her, lubricating yourself up before you push in. Her breath hitches as you push yourself fully in, your hips meeting her ass. Her walls squeezing you tightly, making your own eyes fall shut, you might cum just like this. 

“Shhhittt! Fuck Y/n!” Natasha grunts as her body falls down, the only thing keeping her up being the tight grip you have on her hips. 

You start slowly, already feeling so overwhelmed just being inside her. Her walls are so tight, making it harder for you to even pull out, choosing to lower her and yourself so she is flat against the bed. Your body covering hers as you press your face into her neck, peppering kisses into it, lingering near her mouth as you continue to move your hips. 

Breathless moans continuously fall from Natashas lips, the sound turning you on even more, your hips finally speeding up, pulling louder moans as you pound your hips into her.

“FUCK! Shiiii- I love you, fuckkkk I love you so much!” Natasha moans into your mouth as she pulls your face against hers. Your hips somehow moving impossibly faster and harder, her words spurring you on. 

“Ughhhh, you're taking me so well, being such a good girl!” You pulled away from her lips, biting into her neck as you felt yourself getting so close to release, it only helps when Natasha keeps whimpering into your ear, her ass pushing back into you despite the difficult angle for her. 

“Babyyyy, I’m gonna, fuck I’m- UGHHH” Natasha screams as her body tenses, her walls sucking you in as she pulses around you. 

“Shit! Fucking hell!!!” You shout, your hips stuttering as you cum deep inside of Natasha. Your grinding continues as you help ride out both of your highs. You can see the sweat dripping down Natashas back, and you can feel the sweat dripping down your own. Natasha continues to clench around you, her body slowly untensing as you go to pull out of her. 

You flop yourself onto your back next to Nat, groaning as your back meets the bed. Natasha hums as she leans closer, pressing deep kisses onto your shoulder and over your chest as she goes to straddle your lap. 

You let her move over you, knowing her intentions just by the type of kisses she leaves on you. Her hand going down to grab you, jerking you up and down, getting you hard all over again as she lowers herself onto you. You gasp, feeling hot all over as you meet her warm sex. Natasha relaxes onto you, her chest meeting your own as her lips attach to yours. 

“I love you so much…I’m sorry for everything that happened…” She mumbles against your lips.

“I’m sorry too baby, fuck…I’m sorry too, never again, none of this is ever going to happen again. SHit, I love you so much!” You groan as she starts to roll her hips all over again, working you up just to stop. 

“Promise me, promise me that love is enough sometimes…” 

“I promise baby, I promise it is, but this time it’s going to be so much more than love, I promise!” You groan yet again as her hips start grinding deeper, her kisses getting more intense as you finish talking. 

“Good, now show me how much you mean it again…”

[velvetvexations]

I'd like to add something to the topic of forced impregnation / corrective rape of transmascs & men.

One thing I feel like other people tend to believe is that trans people with uteruses / the capability to get pregnant are "extremising" a problem that really only affects a few select trans people, surely not a lot.

What they don't get is that we're not extremising anything. Even just on the topic of forced pregnancy, I know barely a single trans man who hasn't been told that getting pregnant would fix him or that his whole worth as a person with a uterus is measured in how many children he can pop out at best, or being straigh up threatened with it or at worst having someone actually attempt to or fully act on that threat. And the ones who it didn't happen to? They know full well that it's always a "it didn't happen yet". That threat is still there, even without anyone saying it. People don't have to outright say it or threaten us because we just know.

It's not something we made up as a "gotcha" to trans women. In fact, it has nothing to do with most trans women at all, safe for the ones who can get pregnant! It's our lived experience. Our every-day life.

I was thirteen, just started my period, when my mother started to try to convince me that my whole worth as a person was making babies, that I needed to make kids the second I'd turn eighteen, that I would otherwise waste my life. And no, she didn't actually think that of all women. My cis sister? Never got to hear any of that. Just me. Because my mother looked at me being masculine and saw something she needed to fix (by only buying me extremely sexualised feminine outfits and telling me the stuff mentioned above, and that it was "only that" makes me one of the lucky ones). It happened to me not just because I was born with a uterus, because then it would've happened to my sister, too. It happened because my mother could tell something was "wrong" with me because I was too masculine. Got a little too exited when people mistook me for my brother. She didn't know what transmasculinity was back then in name, but she absolutely did know that it was "wrong" and needed to be "fixed" - and the way to fix a "broken woman" is to get her pregnant. She, of course, couldn't do that back then, but she could do her best to try to make me do that once I was "old enough" (I'm very glad today that she failed.)

And basically every trans men I've talked with about that topic had their own story like that or much, much worse. Only very rarely has a transmasc/man not experienced something like that, and even then, the threat is so omnipresent that even they tend to know exactly what I'm talking about.

It's a horrifying truth, it's uncomfortable, but it needs to be talked about. Our pain has been ignored and swept under the rug for so long, and people are still continuing to do so. So they can keep telling themselves that we "don't have it that bad" that we're "making a deal out of nothing" that what happens to us is just "individual cases" not something targeted. Because if people don't listen, they don't have to admit to themselves how they're playing into our oppression. Because to this day my mother is still claiming that she supports the trans community, after she did everything in her power to stop her son from existing. She won't listen to what I have to say because it "wasn't that bad", and my sister turned out great, so what do I have to cry about?

Nobody listens to trans men in general because it's never "as bad" as we make it out to be. After all, a cis woman said it wasn't that bad and she'll always be more believable than what ever a trans man or transmasculine person has to say. A trans man could obviously never experience anything a cis woman in his situation wouldn't.

This got longer than I anticipated. Thank you for listening and talking about this topic. I appreciate you, your work here is incredibly important and I'm glad you do this. Take care, and have a nice day!

(Also, this whole assumption about us "extremising" and "making a big thing out of nothing" also sounds a bit like hysteria talk to me, especially given that our conversation is about uterus-related things, but I might be reading to much into it here.)

the issue is that TRFs will take all this as "so you're saying that means trans men have it worse than trans women?"

like noooooooo you invented that sentence! that was nowhere in the original text girliepop!

[alikesical]

part 1 part 2 part 2.5 part 3

trigger warnings: angst, Bruce feeling sorry for himself

Bruce had woken up hours ago, yet he made no attempt to get up from the bed. He stayed there, laying still, looking at the ceiling.

His first thought was that the mattress was lumpy. Cheap. He knew it was mean to think this way, but he couldn't help it. He's been conditioned to do so his whole life.

Then he noticed the giant stain on the ceiling just above your bed.

Sure, this was considered a "nicer" neighbourhood, but it was still Gotham. Nothing in Gotham was truly ever nice. No one was kind without a price, whether that was money, information, or bodies...

Last night just proved this further.

Maybe he was wrong, though, because you were in Gotham, and you were the nicest thing to ever exist in this God forsaken city. You were the nicest thing in his life.

You were at least, before he went and fucked it all up 3 years ago, trying desperately to distance himself from you, an attempt to keep you safe from his choices and the consequences that came with them. This was possibly the worst mistake of his life, seeing as with your departure you seemed to take the light from his life along.

Still, a part of him -the part that didn't miss you like crazy, didn't need you the way his lungs desperetely needed the oxygen they've been long deprived of- thought it was for the best. Because as selfish as Bruce was, he wouldn't allow himself to drag you down with him. To trap you in a life of constant danger and paranoia, just to keep you by his side.

So, yes, no matter how much his heart regretted what he did, his brain knew it was for the best.

Who was he to destroy the only good thing left in this city of crime?

That, however, didn't stop him from fantasizing about what could have been. Theorising what would have happened if he didn't feel the need to clean Gotham of the criminals it birthed.

Maybe you'd still be friends, sitting in the manor, eating cereal while watching trashy drama shows on the TV. He could hear you whine about how stupid the male lead was each time, about his inability to be true to himself and confess his feeling to the female lead, as you threw a handful of cereal at the screen.

Maybe he'd stopped being an idiot too, allowing himself to tell you that he's in love with you, he's always been, and will surely always be.

But that would require him to be brave and open up his innermost feelings and thoughts to you. And he couldn't do that. Because, first and foremost, Bruce Wayne was a coward.

Too scared to let anything good in his life take roots. Too scared to allow anyone to get too close. Too scared to let himself believe he could be loved despite all the things that are wrong with him.

So he pushes people away, makes them angry, makes them hate him, and then he blames all the pain and sadness he has caused on safety.

Yes, Bruce Wayne was a coward, but at least you'd be left untouched by Gothams filth. The very same filth that ran through his veins.

So he didn't contact you for years, only allowing himself to watch from afar - just to make sure you're okay, he told himself.

And it was going great until last night.

If he was being honest with himself, he didn't know why he came here.

The wise choice would be to go straight to the manor and ask Alfred for help.

But there was not much space left in his brain for sane decisions last night. So he let his feet lead him to the familiar apartment complex and his hand - led by his traitorous heart- knock on your door.

You were a good choice to ask for help, he thinks to himself. Good in stressful situations, good with children.

Nothing about the choice of coming here was led by his emotions, much less the feelings he still held for you.

He exhaled sharply as he closed his eyes, disappointed in himself once again. Because even in the safety of his own mind, he wasn't honest.

No logic would ever justify him appearing at your doorstep holding a child.

God, he was pathetic.

Ans that was enough torture for this morning, he thought, trying to block out any surrounding sounds, to no avail.

Because no matter how much he tried, he could still hear the clanking of the utensils and your soft giggles coming from the other side of the door.

And so he let himself fall into another dream.

A reality where he never became Batman, a reality where he was just Bruce, and this wasn't your creaky, uncomfortable bed, but the one in his room back in the manor. A bed you shared with him. And whilst you weren't beside him, letting him bask in your warmth, he could hear the same giggles coming from the kitchen, as you let Dick break the eggs into the bowl, praising him and telling him how his batch it's gonna be extra special because he made it.

And he's happy.

He could be happy.

Because you were there. Loving him. Grounding him. Reminding him that the world isn't this awful, unforgivable place.

But he isn't in the manor, and you aren't in his kitchen. He's still Batman. He still pushed you away.

He knows that technically, there's nothing he can do about it now. The past is in the past, and the only things that's left now are memories and daydreams of what could have happened the last 3 years.

He also knows that he can make it right if he tries hard enough. If you let him back in.

But that would mean he'd had to get out of bed and see you, for the first time in 3 years, in the light of day.

So he just turns to his side and lets himself be surrounded by the familiar scent lingering on your bed sheets as sleep envelopes him once more.

[assassin-artist]

*slams in here* Ellie and Oliver- what the HELL does that dynamic look like. We know Ellie doesn’t go home often after moving out- and here is a wholeass half-sib who her mum is raising and her brother likes- who is a Kid but also holds SO much of their dad in him. Who says ‘maybe dad was right’ who wants to be ‘omniboy’, who keeps wanting to be present and put people down. I remember when Nolan was taken off by the other Viltrumited Ellie’s reaction on learning that was “good”. Looking at the entire situation and her place in the GDA which Oliver hates and the distance and the divide- I’m gonna assume she doesn’t like her half-sib, what’s the back and forth there?

Not pictured: Debbie on the ground having heart palpitations because Oliver keeps begging his sister to drop him from higher and higher. Here's a cute doodle of them being good siblings, before we get into the sad part (:

Since Ellie didn't go to Thraxa with Mark (it was her way of trying to soften the blow of Mark disobeying Cecil's orders - 'it won't be so bad if one of us goes and the other one stays, right?') she was as baffled as anyone else when he returned with a baby. She thinks about cracking some stupid joke about what he got up to while he was up there and how his gf might not approve, and then Mark tells her that, actually, this is their little brother. All the humor and jokey vibes leaves in an instant. She can put two and two together, of course, and knows who else Mark must have met up there even before she's told the details.

But back to Oliver specifically - I think Ellie would hate him in the beginning. She doesn't mean to, she knows that this baby isn't to blame for her father's actions, he had nothing to do with what happened on Earth the day their dad abandoned them all... but he's just... a living reminder of her father's actions. Nolan said during the fight that he'd just start all over again because the twins were failures - and, well, it looks like he kept his word. She doesn't hate Oliver, exactly, but hates how she feels whenever she thinks of him.

She can't stand to look at Oliver, can't stand being around him. She looks at him and the only thing she can think of is Omni-man leveling Chicago and abandoning his daughter to die. By the time Oliver is brought to Earth, she's already 18, which means she's already moved out of the house, and it's easy for her to avoid the new child.

She winds up getting mad at herself for hating him so much - she knows it's not his fault. She can't blame him for all of that, for all of her baggage. But I think she won't be able to bring herself to get over it until someone else intervenes - maybe Mark, or maybe Cecil has a little talk about it if he can clearly tell she's angry about all of this (he would definitely know about her intense hatred for her father). But I think the biggest change would be if Debbie talked to her about it. She'll tell her daughter "I don't blame you or Mark for what he did, so how can you blame Oliver?" and Ellie will finally decide that she's pushed this too far and needs to see him as his own person, not just an extension of their dad.

After that, I think it actually gets much easier for them. They grow really close, in fact. Mark has this worried older brother dynamic where he's always watching over Oliver and doesn't want him to do anything that could give him a scraped knee - Ellie, however, I think she's willing to break the rules with him a little bit. Debbie tells them "no flying in the house!!" and Ellie will just smile and whisper "I won't tell if you won't..." and they float the whole time they talk about Oliver's homework for the day or something. Little things like that where Ellie is willing to let him have fun with his powers.

I see how strict Mark is with Oliver because he's scared of his little brother getting hurt, and I think, well… Eleanor would be willing to take him on a minor mission with him in order to teach him the basics of being a superhero. She doesn't want Oliver to get hurt any more than Mark does, but she just has a different way of going about it.

Mark wants to protect Oliver from the world of being a hero by telling him he shouldn't do it - he tells his brother that he should just focus on being a normal child and save the hero business for when he's older. Ellie, on the other hand, can clearly see that Oliver is willing to sneak out and lie to his own family to do something he knows he's not supposed to be doing. So instead she decides, if I can't stop him then I'll just join him - if he's going to go out and be a hero, I'll go with him to teach him the ropes and make sure he does it right. She wants him to be good at it both so he can protect himself better if he ever sneaks out on his own again, and also so that he'll protect other people better too. His first solo fight caused some maaaajor destruction, and she's gonna tell him asap that he can't let that happen again lol.

And I think all of this makes Oliver look up to Ellie as the "cool sibling". Despite rapidly aging at a pace humans don't, he is still just a kid. So he just sees that one of his siblings won't let him do the cool fun stuff but the other one will and he goes "hell yeah" whenever he gets to hang out with his sister (':

Ellie being willing to teach Oliver about fighting and taking him along on one of her jobs is going to cause a HUGE fight with her, Mark, and Debbi, I fear. She's already moved out of the house, but I think she'd fly Oliver home to make sure he got back alright, and Mark will meet her on the way, already angry. He must have seen their fight on the news or something. First he's angry because "You're putting Oliver's life in danger by taking him out to fight! He's too young for this!" and secondly, which Mark might be even more angry about, is that Ellie still works for Cecil - so taking Oliver out on a job with her basically means she had Oliver working for Cecil. She tries to argue that they need to teach Oliver how to use his powers instead of just telling him to never use them, but I think Mark just disagrees with her too strongly about all of this. He doesn't want Oliver fighting at such a young age, and his anger about Ellie working with Cecil is probably still fresh at this point so he doesn't think he can trust her judgment right now.

When Oliver starts wearing the Omni-Boy suit, things get stressed between them. I imagine that during the fitting of the outfit, Mark will bring up that not only do the people on Earth not forgive their father for his actions, but neither does Eleanor. And Oliver likely gives the same reasoning as he gave before - maybe he can change her mind. He won't, though. He can't. I'm actually a little bit torn on how the reveal would go.. part of me thinks Ellie would get angry at him and tell him that he has no idea what that symbol means, the pain and grief it brings people to see it again - and another part of me thinks she'd just straight up tell him that she won't go on jobs with him anymore if he's wearing that suit. She tried hard to move past her issue with viewing Oliver as just an extension of their father, but this might just make her go back to that. Especially how defensive he gets over it, I think that could cause Ellie to get really mad. Eventually she realizes that they just have two fundamentally different views of Nolan, and she just puts her head in her hands and sighs heavily, unsure on what to do next.

In the end, after Oliver gets talked to about Ellie's anger by Mark and Debbie, I think they all just come to the conclusion that they shouldn't try to force the topic at all. Oliver has his views on their dad, Ellie has her own views, and neither of them are exactly wrong(although Ellie might argue otherwise)... So they can maintain their previous close sibling bond as long as their dad isn't brought up. It's a sensitive topic all around. Maybe she can look past the uniform after a little while, but it still angers her that Oliver won't swap it for something else.

When Ellie learns about Oliver killing the Mauler Twins, she tries to talk to him about how they need to protect people rather than hurt them, but Oliver will just give her the same argument he gave Mark - he's protecting people by making sure the bad guys can never hurt anyone again. I think she'd just look down at him with a pained, sad expression... and then she'd just leave. Mark and Debbie can handle this one, maybe. Or maybe they can't. Either way, Ellie can't be around him at the moment - not because she might hurt him, but because she's starting to see their father in him, and that scares her and fills her full of grief at the same time.

She won't let him turn out like their dad did. She won't let him do the things Nolan did. She loves Oliver - but she also loved her father before he betrayed them all. She doesn't know how to feel or what to think after all of that, and if she ever learned about Oliver saying 'what if dad was right?' (I think Mark would keep that to himself because he knows how Ellie would feel) all she can think about is the day Chicago was leveled.

[jjkarmy091]

Second Best- Jungkook (part 4)

Summary: Being friends with someone who has your heart it’s already hard, let alone when that special someone ends up falling in love with your best friend, the one you think would never make anything to hurt you . Will you be able to ignore it and move on? what will happen when everything gets too much for you to handle?

Genre: Friends to lovers; angst; body insecurities; bullying; friend betrayel;

Pairing: Jungkook x female!reader

Note: Thank you so much for your love and support <3 If there is any mistakes I'm sorry. Let me know so I can correct it. Lots of love

After being there for a while, lost in his thoughts, he felt an arm around him. He didn't have to look back to know who it was.

“I was looking for you baby. Why did you leave like that? I mean I wasn't expecting it but I- ” Jungkook interrupted her  

“I saw Y/n just a few minutes ago. She told me to tell you she had someone waiting for her outside and she was leaving. Did you two come with anyone else?” 

“Y/n left? She didn’t say anything else? No, we came alone but got apart after. Maybe she followed our steps and decided to get some action for the night. I was starting to worry for her, I mean who doesn’t want to get laid once in a while?”  

Jungkook looked at Sewoon with discuss and took her arm off of him, paid for what he consumed and started to leave without saying anything else. Sewoon grabbed his hand but he quickly took it out. She looked so confused he started to laugh  

“Sewoon I- did you hear yourself back there? What does it matter if she gets laid or not? Why is that even on your mind? Aren't you worried about her? She left alone with someone neither you and I know. Are you-” 

“Why do you care so much Jungkook. Seriously, she’s an adult. If she left with someone was because she felt safe with that person. I’m sure she isn't thinking about you or me right now.” she approached him more and touched his buff chest “why don’t we do the same, hm. Let's leave, enjoy our night together. I missed you and I know you missed me too, let's -” 

“I’m not in the mood Sewoon. Honestly i just want to go home. This been a hell of a night and one to forget. Are you staying or want me to drop you off somewhere?” Sewoon’s face changed drastically. From a sweet and seductive expression to one Jungkook wasn't familiar with. He wasn't about to put up with it, so he said his goodbye and left on his motorcycle.  

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Meanwhile Y/n, after that little fight with Jungkook finally found Lisa resting near a wall outside of the club. “I was wondering if I had to go get you” “sorry this guy messed with me and then Jungkook stepped in and it was a whole mess and -” 

“Wait wait, Jungkook? A male name you say?” she teased Y/n while she sighed “yeah like I said long story.” They started walking until they reached Lisa's car and got in, when she asked “do you wanna go to mine? Drink some wine, eat a lot of crappy food while you tell me all about this jungkook and what Sewoon has to do with it.” Lisa didn’t have to wait for Y/n’s answer since her big smile said enough. When they got to her apartment, Y/n’s mouth dropped to the floor. It was such a big and nice apartment, so cozy and simple while hers was so small she could barely move, but was the only thing she could pay for.  

Lisa went to grab two glasses and some rosé wine and ordered some Mcdonalds, then they sat on her comfortable white couch and y/n started to explain her situation. 

“It happened one day during winter. I had just started working at the coffee shop. It was very rainy and windy so it was almost empty, just two or three clients max. Sana, my work collegue, was on her break and I was organizing the cupcake counter when I saw this beatiful young guy walk in. I froze. I literally panicked Lisa, you have no idea. He was so gorgeous and I was full of flour on my clothes and face and I was alone at the time so i did what I do best, embarass myself” Talking about this Y/n could feel it like it was yesterday and smiled so lightly and genuinely. When was the last time this happened, she thought.

“Please tell me you didn’t say any jokes involving flour and cupcakes” Y/n gave her a tiny slap in the arm and laughed. "Pff who do you think I am? No I didn't do that, I did worse. literally hid myself under the balcony right in front of him, stayed there for a minute until he made a noise with his throat and asked me if I lost something and needed help finding it”  

Right there Lisa couldn’t control her laughter, placing her glass on the nearest table only to fall on the ground dying of laughter. Once it ceased she grabbed the glass of wine again, taking a few sips “you are unbelieveable Y/n. Thank you for making me laugh so much today. That happens when you revolve your life around others you know? But please continue don't let me stop you. I like where this is going” she mocked again.

Y/n rolled her eyes. Never has she been more embarassed in her life. “You’re supposed to make me feel better” she mumbled. “Well... After that, I got up so quickly that I almost fell. I apologized and said I dropped my earring and was looking for it. The best part? I don’t even have holes in my ears. But he didn’t say anything about it, pretty sure he noticed I was a nervous mess and dropped it before I could make it any worse. He gave me a big smile so I smiled back, asked him what his order was and then -" Suddenly you were interrupted by a knock on the door. Lisa got up and went to see if it was your order, got back inside with it and after settling everything on the table you started to eat. Never a meal tasted so good.

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A few minutes later Lisa speaks again “back to our convo, what happened? After you took his order”. Y/n sighed “you love to know everything don’t you?” she laughed “he asked for a cupcake and hot chocolate. He was always very kind even when I was being so weird you know? But he got me so nervous I didn’t want to have any more interaction with him so I tried to stall until Sana finished her break but she was taking so long and I noticed him taking some glances over, so I knew it had to be me. As I reached his table I tripped, leading me to drop the hot chocolate on him--- Gosh I shouldn't be telling you this. You’re gonna tease me for the rest of my life” 

“No wonder the dude got so hooked on you after. You did quite an introduction” Lisa said cleaning the tears coming out her eyes from laughing. “Poor guy just wanted a cupcake and ended up getting a burn”

“Don't even remind me. I thought it was it. I just burned a client and made a mess, I was sure I was gonna be fired. But Jungkook remained so calm, told me he was okay. I helped him and didn’t stop apologizing to him, told him I was new in there but that was no excuse so if he wanted to talk to the manager I'd understand and offered to pay any sort of damage. You know what he did? Turns to me and says I’m cute. I burned him and he called me cute. I lost it” 

“He seems like an amazing guy Y/n. I figure ever since that day he went back to the coffee shop ?” Lisa spoke softly 

“He did. After that incident I tried to avoid him so bad but he would always ask for me to Sana, leaving me with no other choice. We ended up getting close and I developed a huge crush on him that everyone knew about but him” Y/n gaze turns sad remembering the day Jungkook and Sewoon met.  

"So how did he meet Sewoon?” Lisa asked curious. “At the coffee shop. She passed by to tell me that she got in the agency she wanted and then Jungkook walked in. She knew about him and asked if that was the one I’ve been talking about. Then I went to see what he wanted to get and he asked me about my friend so I introduced them. Didn’t expect them to turn out a couple. Not like that . I think I was hoping that Sewoon would refuse, knowing that I had a crush on him and that we were quite close.”

“So she knew and still went for him? That little bitch. I knew she wasn't as good as she seemed” Lisa said irritated. “She asked me. One night she appeared in my house and asked me if I still liked him. I was the one who told her to go for it.” Y/n said with tears already forming in her eyes. Lisa approached her and gave her the longest hug, patting her back. “still Y/n, that’s very low of her. It’s girls code. Did you ever told her no?” Your silence was the answer she needed. “God Y/n I’m trying so hard not to diss you right now. When are you gonna put yourself first? When are you gonna stop behaving like someone else's puppet? Be honest with me, do you like your life?” 

That rang a bell in Y/n’s ears. No she didn’t. She wanted to visit places, have fun, be herself, leave that place she called home and stop working in the coffee shop just to focus on her dreams. She was about to answer but Lisa got ahead of her. “You know what? Take some days off. Let’s have a girls trip you and me. I’m bored here and you need a way out of this whole mess. It’s time for you to find yourself Y/n.” “I don’t have any money for that Lisa. It’s hard for me to pay the rent let alone go on a trip”

“Move in with me. It’s just me in here and as you see, this house is huge. And no one told you anything about paying. Pretty sure you don’t remember but my dad works in an airplane company. Think about it.” Lisa exclaimed super enthusiastic  

Before Y/n could answer, her phone started to ring. She looked over “Jungkookie”

“Are you gonna pick up?”

“No. No I’m not. You're right Lisa I have to start doing things for me. Put myself first" she looked over the window "About your idea, I’m in. Book us a flight. Tomorrow morning I’ll talk to the my manager. I never took days of so it won't be a problem. Let's do it” 

" I knew you were gonna say yes. Get ready because this trip is gonna be life changer" Lisa said making a toast with Y/n. Here comes a new opportunity. You wouldn't less this one miss.

Not anymore

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[swimming-karyss]

Sabo: loneliness, connection and affection

Trying to organise my thoughts on this matter hehe

I just thought that Sabo's relationship with loneliness and connection are very interesting, and not much people talk about how terribly lonely his childhood days were(even compared to Ace&Luffy).

Ace has been alienated from people from the beginning. Raised in the middle of the jungle, by bandits who never showed much affection, and who repeated the same hurtful words as others did. The state of loneliness is the norm for him. He has never known any other life. Naturally, he'd be protective of what little he has(Sabo) and reluctant to open up and accept new connections(Luffy).

As for Luffy, he has been left alone. Shanks left him after a year staying at Windmill village. Garp constantly took him out of his regular life only to leave him alone in the jungle. And he as well took him away from the village and Makino, after he ate his devil fruit. And while he didn't have [present] parents, he had been cared for. Luffy knows the difference between loneliness and companionship. Which is why he chased Ace's recognition so much.

Sabo's situation is more similar to Luffy's.

But do you ever think that Sabo loved his parents? That he wanted them to love him too? He wouldn't have drawn them if he didn't. He wouldn't be so disheartened at their dismissal if he hated them from the start. But his parents made their love conditional. Sabo had to earn their love and his happiness, while they ignored his pain and attempts to connect. 

And as you know this kind of relationship could leave a lasting impact on how one navigates their future relationships! But on that later😊

Now, Sabo ran away and that opened a whole other can of worms. He's a child, that for five years didn't have anyone to rely on. Of course, Ace was with him, but after he left for the day, Sabo was left completely alone. I mean, at least Ace had Dadan and occasionally Makino and Garp, they shared meals together, he could turn to them in case something happened and they provided him with company and a roof above his head. Sabo lived on the Gray Terminal by himself, in a place where people considered him either a troublemaker to avoid, or a pest to get rid of (those like pirates and bandits). So through Ace and Luffy Sabo gains not only brothers but also other connections and people who care about him! And he welcomes both Dadan and Makino with a bright smile :) Now that I think about it, just like Ace told him about Luffy, he also must've told Sabo about them too🥹

And while all this is nice, his previous problems didn't go away magically. 

(… But his issues aren't stated or shown as explicitly as Ace and Luffy's, so they are easier to dismiss.)

Even though Sabo trusted Ace with his life, he still kept his origins a secret from him, whether it was because he felt them insignificant compared to Ace's or because he feared abandonment in case Ace would be disappointed. And he was more than willing to keep his secret until the very end - Luffy&Ace literally had to beat(strangle) the truth out of him. Sabo also put distance between them in another way too: Ace thought the two of them would sail together, Sabo didn't.

That is honestly also a point to how controlling his parents were. Sabo wanted freedom so much that he didn't mind the loneliness that came with it. Well, he got what he wanted ;) 

Now it would be easy to say that his amnesia also erased his trauma. But it didn't! Sabo still felt hid parents' influence. (And unlike the other weird amnesia case (the sea sure likes to take people's memories huh) - Big Mom - he didn't revert to his younger self, he only lost access to his memories, his feelings and 'character development' remained). If anything it only led to Sabo not being able to identify the cause of his issues → not being able to treat them properly. Now, the RA seem like decent guys, they very well could be the needed support system for Sabo, but again, it's an army with a whole lot of other issues to deal with. So either way his trauma most likely was allowed to fester for a while as we see its consequences show in his adulthood. 

Even though Sabo seems to be doing well as an adult, there's still some signs of emotional distance. He has never reciprocated a hug, even though he doesn't have a problem with physical touch in general, he didn't even think about approaching Luffy in Dressrosa at first and was very tense when actually talking to him. And it's honestly fascinating just how stiff his body language was in Dressrosa (maybe I'll talk about it in general some other time) - be it shock or anger he keeps his arms to his body, unlike Koala or Hack, who choose violence.

He also showed barely any reaction during Vegapunk's speech despite the panelling focusing on him specifically. I'd say he mostly keeps his negative emotions in check, bc in Robin's little flashback he was quite expressive! The main counterpoint is 'special Luff' where he is very open about his anger, but he has a really decent reason for it: his feelings being made fun of. And as you'll see later it's a very sensitive topic for him →

To begin with, he avoids talking about things that have emotionally impacted him in any way.

1.This one might be a stretch, but he begins to talk about his encounter with Fujitora, only not to say anything in the end, idk what's wrong with him; 2. After a very emotional fight with Burgess Sabo dismisses any worries without even mentioning the fight; 3. He refuses to talk with Hack about Luffy, even though we know that he loves to yap about him to Dragon. And that is right after he didn't want to wake Luffy up to even say goodbye! He also changes the topic quickly so Karasu wouldn't be able to further question him.

Even though these scenes are played as gags, he really seems to have trouble with emotional intimacy and opening up about his feelings. And that makes him seem inattentive and irresponsible, thus affecting his relationships with others even more… 

And speaking of which, he is accustomed with either suppressing his feelings or at least just keeping them in check. He hides his worries from his colleagues, appearing as cheerful as always. And during his meeting with Dragon and Iva he brushes aside his guilt and grief for king Kobra (but, I mean it's a work meeting, they need to be professional) and never once he acknowledges his injuries.

And if he's willing to disregard such a thing as grief, how do you think he really feels about his new title, which was gained by the blood of a man he failed to save?

And frankly, right now we don't know much about Sabo! We know about his childhood, and the way he presents himself now(and that is some material to work with), but the 12 years in the Revolutionary Army are a mystery, and again it's an army, I bet he's seen many things, especially considering how high his position is!

tldr: like Luffy, Sabo has a special relationship with loneliness and abandonment. But unlike Luffy, who especially in pre-ts hated separation, Sabo pushes people away. And what makes it even harder for others to connect with him, is that he tends to hide his feelings and problems.

(like a cat)

but again, I might be reading something wrong, my bad

[strrykais]

───〃★ his royal duty

contains mature themes (S)

♯┆pairing - bodyguard!changbin x princess!reader

♯┆summary - when rebels break in overnight into your castle, your personal guard changbin has his duty to keep you protected. hours locked in, in one of the safe rooms, you decided to take it upon yourself to finally jump on the chance to finally get him under you.

♯┆word count - 1.1k

♯┆author's note - heya guys finally put this out for ya! if you have any requests for written stuff dont be afraid to send in any asks !!

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you could feel the way changbin was sneaking glances at you. it got you thinking maybe just maybe you can finally get him right where you want him after months of trying. you weren't sure if he was just ignoring you because of your status or he was just oblivious.

you disliked when your parents at first told you that you were going to get a personal guard, as the rebel attacks were starting to become more frequent. your parents were scared for your safety.

but when you first laid eyes on changbin you were almost thankful that the rebels were attacking. you did everything to get his attention, but your favorite was asking him to help you out of your dresses.

"don't you have maids for this?" he would always ask as his fingers lightly grazed the soft skin on your spine, sending shivers down your back. "i've sent them off, it's just you and i." you almost smile as you watch him shift behind you from the mirror.

now you watch him avoiding your intense eyes while you both wait out the rebel attack happening up above. at first you were upset that you didn't grab anything to completely cover up, but changbin quickly reacted by giving you a thin blanket to cover up.

you could help but smile at the situation he always tries to get out of, you alone with him.

"changbin, i'm pretty cold. maybe we should huddle for warmth."

watching him squirm in his seat across from you, "i'll let you take mine." he gently lays the blanket over the table for you to grab.

"do you repulse me that much, where we can't even touch?" now you were kind of pissed, you were clearly obvious with your intentions.

changbin rolls his neck, "look princess, that can't happen so whatever scenarios you got going on in that pretty little head, it's not gonna happen." leaning back on the chair crossing his arms.

you smile, you stopped listening "so you do think i'm pretty."

"is that all you got from that?"

"come on, one time. i obviously won't tell anyone, and nobody would know. you literally have a princess on her knees asking to have sex with her."

"it doesn't look like you are on your knees." he says, spreading his legs further as if telling you to get there.

you were on your feet in an instant, walking over to him. he stops you before you kneel down, grabbing the blanket on the table and placing it down for you. "i can't have a princess on the hard floor."

positioning yourself between his legs, you were buzzing your whole body vibrating with anticipation. you knew you wanted him badly but you both have even begun and you could feel the wetness pooling in your underwear. you slowly reach out pulling at his pants, eager to take them off.

as changbin lifts his hips to help you lower them, his dick slaps against his abdomen, which brings a smile to your lips. "looks like i'm not the only one who is feeling excited."

before letting him get a word out you reach out to grab the base of his dick, kissing at his tip. licking the pre-cum dripping out from his tip. he sucks in a breath as you slowly lick the vein from his base to tip, engulfing him whole as he reaches the back of your throat.

changbin was trying so hard to not hurt you, letting you bob your head as far as you can, while using your much smaller hands to rub the part that could not fit. changbin could take it anymore, mumbling a sorry gripping your hair shoving your face further down, while completely standing up now thrusting hard into the back of your throat.

"fuck, its so nice having you shut up for once. just s-stay there and take it, princess."

gripping the back of his thighs, moaning out around him. changbin never talked back, or even questioned you, always so submissive, but now you were seeing this different side of him. the ache between your legs was getting to be too much, reaching down to try to relieve that pain, changbin pulls you completely off of him. you gasp, eyes shooting open staring up at him.

"did i say you can touch yourself, princess. hands behind your back before i punish you." following his orders. "open up pretty." you did exactly what he asked. changbin didn't even give you time, as he shoved himself down your throat. your nose hitting his lower stomach, changbin hearing you gag around him only fueled him to speed up.

"fuck baby im gonna cum." changbin starts to pull out of your mouth only for you to reach out and pull him back in, sucking and bobbing your head. "fuck." he moaned out as he came.

changbin slumped down onto the chair, head leaned back, eyes closed. taking this opportunity you climbed into his lap, position yourself over him as you sink down. his eyes pop open when he feels your warm walls sucking him in. rocking your hips slowly against him, you start to bounce on him. changbin groans, wrapping his hands around your waist, helping you bounce faster on him.

"fuck you are tight baby, sucking me in so nicely." he says lifting his hips up to match your movements.

you lean down to plant a kiss on his lips, chanbin leans up to meet you. moaning into your kiss, changbin kisses down your jaw, planting kisses onto your neck, lightly nipping at it, scared to leave marks for your parents to see.

you could feel your climax approaching, burying your face into changbin, legs getting tired. "i'm gonna cum."

"cum for me baby, god please cum for me." he says breathlessly trying not to lose himself in how perfect you fit around him. like you were made for him.

"fuck changbin oh my god." you screamed out, legs becoming jelly as changbin holds you up,, the feeling of you pulsing around him, brings him over the edge as his movements falter and with his last stroke he buries himself deep into you. you can feel his cum filling you up, causing you to moan out.

"damn if i knew your pussy was this good, i would've taken your advances long ago." he says out, patting your hair softly as you come down from your high.

you laugh out loud lightly hitting his side, "so you were playing dumb." 

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[saltywatercrocodile]

Quick (Informal) PSA For Therian Minors

I see a lot of minors in the community who seem very...comfortable, I guess, with sharing personal information and photos on here and other sites, and I just wanted to speak my piece about it.

Something I remembered from another post that I wanna steal because I love the wording: before you share something on the internet, think what could someone who wanted to hurt me do with this information? Not trying to be condescending, I'm an adult and I think that exact sentence in my head before I post/comment/DM anything related to myself.

Just saw a post where a well-meaning therian minor linked their Youtube channel, which has videos of them irl (wearing a mask, but still) doing quads outside and at an indoor non-chain business with the name/logo of the building clearly visible.

I cannot emphasize how much I was taught to be extremely careful about posting any irl images as a kid/teen, as people can infer your location from very minor details, MUCH LESS VIDEOS OF MY WHOLE BODY IN AN EASILY GOOGLE-ABLE LOCATION. What happens if someone with malicious intent sees that video, which is public on youtube? What will you do when someone attempts to blackmail or doxx you? Not only would this would-be criminal know where you are, they can also see how old you are and exactly what you look like. Terrifying.

(I understand we're in a culture of many people posting videos of themselves online, but (in my opinion) it's just not safe to be uploading public content that's advertising "Hi I'm bodily a child/teenager and this is what I look like and this is close to where I live and I'm also a therian who's probably hiding this account from my parents")

This individual is essentially just trusting that no one on the entirety of Youtube will just google the name of the indoor facility (along with any other location-identifying posts they may make) and either threaten them via doxxing or just straight up threaten their life/safety.

I knew someone in school who got too comfortable in an in-game chat, and was lulled into a false friendship and tricked into mentioning his address. Then he was threatened and told to send them money or they would physically find him. Thankfully he felt safe enough to tell his parents, who knew how to stop the situation. I know a lot of us aren't out to our family, and I dread to think what would have happened if the boy I knew hadn't felt safe enough to explain the situation to his parents.

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TLDR; before you post personal info/photos, think of the absolute worst evil that someone could do to you with that information. I know it's a bummer, but doxxing/blackmail happens more than you think, and even if your posts only seem to get low notes/likes/whatever, they can theoretically be seen by ANYONE, including people who want to hurt you.

(also I don't mean to call out or harass anyone, I'm not trying to be mean, I just wanted to use an example bc it's what inspired me to make this post and also I wanted to outline why real behaviours I'm seeing can be dangerous, rather than just making up hypotheticals)

[a-dauntless-daffodil]

It’s hilarious how Vaggie made herself a ‘sinner’.

How that linked her up with Charlie is such a weird, round about truthful way, even when she was lying by omission about it.

And how amazingly dumb it all makes Adam and Lute look.

Thousands of helpless souls killed by her, but she didn’t do anything ‘wrong’ until she wondered if what she was doing was right. The divine powers in her life only took her wings and condemned her to hell after she doubted their orders, their idea of justice, and quietly chose not to completely follow them.

“You fucked up” they tell her “your mistake” she “left the band” “tried for a solo career". It’s so pathetic. They're so butthurt over the idea of one of their own having a mind of her own.

It’s also so funny, because they spin her simple act of whispering “Go, run. Now!” to demon kid she’d been holding at spear point like it was big defiant move- which makes it into one- even though she never challenged them openly, or threatened them.

Hell, Lute’s “You always were weak” plus exorcist Vaggie always frowning while her murder sisters all grin with glee as they kill sinners- it paints a picture of Vaggie never having been as into exterminations as she ‘should’ have been. Too weak to be a proper exorcist no matter how good at killing she was, not just “the traitor” but also “the failure”.

And she was scared of that. She didn’t want anyone seeing her spare that child, whispered her words to them in a back alley, out of sight.

She was scared of what would happen and didn’t even fight it when Lute took her eye and wings- she was scared and no threat in any tangible way, but apparently refusing to do one single murder is enough to freak Adam and Lute the fuck out.

One woman. Doesn’t do exactly what she’s told. After who knows how many decades of being one of the “top girls” at murder, a “bad bitch” named after “the best thing ever”, and they still get spooked by that tiny moment when she wasn’t under their total control. Like it's such a betrayal to them, her daring to so much as think this level of violence isn’t justified actually, and for a split second act on that thought.

It’s an instant ticket to ousting her from the exorcists AND from heaven, while they fly the fuck off again.

“If angels can do whatever, and remain in the sky-”

and they do. After doing that to one of their own. They did that, to someone who was supposedly meant to be in heaven. They didn’t wait for divine justice- took it, and her eye, and her wings, and her halo, into their own hands and tore them away from her. Then happily, they spend the next three years up in heaven, slurping smoothies and doing more murder sprees.

until Vaggie comes strolling back with the princess of hell, there supporting her girlfriend and the idea that all the shit she did for so long really was and IS wrong.

oh and Adam and Lute are pisssssssed about it. They take her being there PERSONALLY, wanna solve it with VIOLENCE

She hurts them without even trying. Without even noticing they're there.

They're told to fix the princess of hell situation and they have no concept of forgiveness, of caring about sinners, so they guess (rightly) that Vaggie hasn't told Charlie about her past and bet (wrongly) that Charlie would never forgive her if she knew, and also assumed (rightly) that Vaggie would be terrified of that

But they don't get that she's scared of hurting Charlie. Of Charlie being hurt by her. It's a selfless thing. That's her whole PROBLEM.

Her running to hold Charlie after the reveal- her NOT breaking down when Charlie takes alone time in the aftermath, respecting that right up until she thinks Charlie's actively in danger- afraid FOR Charlie when the deal with Alastor is made, no crumbling that Charlie went to someone else for help, when being helpful to Charlie is basically her raison d'étre- agreeing to go alone to an overlord, after learning she can DIE and THIS OVERLORD knows how to do it- all this for the sake of Charlie's dream, their shared goal, their hotel. Their friends, resigned to despair in the hotel lobby, losing hope and maybe hours away from losing their lives

No shit she was never going to bow down to the blackmail?? It'd be like turning herself inside out. Charlie isn't just some "little hottie" or whatever, they're partners. They're in this together. Even when Charlie out loud doubts if that's true, it still is.

Lute and Adam don't GET what it means, that Charlie assumed Vaggie was a sinner already. That the thing she'd be hurt about was the lying, not the murder. She was scared of not really being loved by Vaggie- of everything else wonderful between them being a lie too, all that support and faith empty empty- she wasn't afraid of loving Vaggie, whoever Vaggie had been, she was afraid of who Vaggie might be now and that she'd never really believed in Charlie at all.

Charlie was angry at the thought that Vaggie didn't think she would've accepted her. The idea of not really being understood or trusted by Vaggie, that's what hurt.

And it goes against everything Lute and Adam are, Charlie actually caring about sinners while knowing what they've done- about an exorcist after finding out who they'd been- really trusting that people can change. Lute and Adam hear her say it and see her stand up for it and they just want her to shut up and die

again though, no shit she was going to stick with Vaggie after the truth came out, in the end. Once she had a moment to take a breath and step out of her head long enough for a reality check

Vaggie didn’t say to Charlie what she'd done or who she'd been. But she’s been and keeps doing what she can to follow that idea, unvoiced, from that day when she couldn’t kill a sinner- something Charlie didn't know about but now knows must have happened- A final death means no second chance and no worth as a person, but Vaggie didn’t think that, even before meeting Charlie she didn't think that.

She's always been on Charlie's side. They were on the same side before they ever set eyes on each other. All this time, for three whole years, and now she's off to go find a way to protect everything they've built together.

"-words are cheap, but actions, they speak the truth"

Charlie never really stopped trusting her. Maybe she wondered if she should, but even then, she had Vaggie go to Carmilla to find the key that might save them all.

"She killed an exorcist in the last extermination. She knows how they can be harmed."

"But… I- I didn't even know that was possible."

"If you did, would you have told me?"

So Charlie asked. A pretty painful thing to say- and she said it even as she sent an angel to go find out a way to hurt other angels.

She DID trust that Vaggie WOULD tell her.

The irony of all this happening thanks to Adam and Lute trying to keep it from happening, and all of it leading up to Vaggie getting back part of what they took from her, because now she doesn't need them or heaven to be an angel anymore.

Charlie has faith in her. Enough to send her off on an important mission even after Vaggie hurt her- and send her right to the person who end up helping Vaggie get back her wings.

“The rules are shades of gray when you don’t do as you say”

Vaggie’s new fucking wings are gray when Lute sees them. When Vaggie’s standing over her, sparing her life, her wings and that one, fucking unexplained stripe separating her from the other exorcists, all of it is GRAY.

That visual gut punch of, you’re. Fucking. Wrong. You’re wrong about sinners, you’re wrong about supposedly protecting heaven, you’re wrong thinking you can just DO this shit. That imagery of an angel who DIDN’T stay in the sky because she DIDN’T think being angel meant everything she did had to be right- who’s here in hell, trying to protect sinners from heaven’s slaughter-

And Lute wanted Vaggie to “correct” HER “mistake”? Vaggie’s???

That’s Lute, admitting that people in hell can get second chances and make up for what they did. Admitting that “Sinful filth” like Vaggie can be redeemed in some way, by following Lute’s version of what’s right.

But wasn’t her and Adam’s whole thing the idea of blowing your shot? Getting no other chance after it?  

Oh yeah. Vaggie doesn’t believe that though. Not for sinners like her, not for angels like her.

She let’s Lute live. She does it to make Lute suffer, but there are a lot of ways to make someone suffer- an eye for an eye for example- and Vaggie chooses the one that doesn’t hurt Lute more than it has to, that leaves her alive, and leaves Lute’s suffering to be something completely of Lute’s own making (a HELL of Lute's own making, if you will) (Lute choosing to tear her OWN arm off to continue the fight-).

She's totally dismissive of the woman who was just going after her remaining eye like a dog after a bone.

Why is it that nothing Adam and Lute to do her matters?

Why don’t THEY matter to her at all?

Walking right past them, being so done with them up in heaven, not caving to the blackmail, only being worried about Charlie afterwards, not letting that crack in their relationship stop her from doing what she can for their hotel, Lute threatening to take her other eye and BLIND her just making her snark- even the vague threat to Charlie only gives Vaggie the oomf she needed to defend herself.

“Pathetic” she calls Lute. She’s right- they’re so pathetic, both them, Adam and Lute. They’re so scared of being wrong. So pissy over the idea of being less than great and perfect.

It breaks them. Adam’s last words are him having a meltdown in the face of not actually being hot shit. Where’s his respect, he wails, they should all be worshiping him! But they’re not. One of his random decedents stabs him to death because he would’ve done the same to her, and one of the last things he hears is Vaggie- the fuck up, the traitor, his former grumpy top girl Vagina- whooping with glee as he dies.

And Lute lives knowing that could’ve been her, too.

If it wasn't for Vaggie.

Being not all that didn’t break Vaggie. Finding out she was wrong got her to stop and think and change, not run straight on blindly into a fight that ends up with her (with HIM) dead.

Why does she go from terrified of Lute and Adam, to dismissive and annoyed and just all around not caring about them at all?

They gave up all her respect for them when they demanded the death of a child.

The father of humanity wanted a child killed. A helpless, whimpering kid, sacrificed to his ego and bruised pride, and for shits and giggles. His first lieutenant saw failing to do so as a sin worthy of hell. All this over a child. How could she ever take them seriously after that.  

She came down from high and chased the child and held a blade over them on divine command.

Then, somehow, she saw the HORNS in her own shadow above them- even though she wasn’t WEARING her MASK, and she stopped.

She was her own messenger angel.

She chose to give the child mercy, and became the sacrifice herself.

Vaggie stuck it to the man. Didn’t steal that life. And, terrified of what would happen to her next, acted selflessly. The same thing that got her left behind in hell should have earned her place in heaven, according to Adam-

heaven was shit to her though. Made her into a soldier. Sent her to kill and kill and kill. Taught her trust on the battlefield- in heaven, of all fucking places-

Timeline wise we see her very first smile when she meets Charlie. When a stranger does- again- the bare minimum for someone else.

When she’s back up in heaven later she isn’t wistful, just angry, uncomfortable, annoyed. She isn’t happy there. It’s not home to her, like her and Charlie’s room back at the hotel is. Why should it be? What good did she ever find in herself up there?

Down here though, she's happy. Hell is where her heaven started. So I guess in the end, she did find what she’d earned after all. Or it, Charlie, found her.

When “The rules are shades of gray…”

Sometimes they’re wrong, and you have to break them.  

People like Lute and Adam would rather crack under the pressure and die instead, but not Vaggie. They're out for blood. She's out for love.

Sucks to be them~

[mastermindmiko]

Mornings

pairing: Harry Potter + reader Warnings: bad dreams, death, lmk if you find anything else Summary: A morning with Harry word count: approx. 850

I woke up and it was one of those rare occasions where I turned to find Harry not lying beside me. I sit up, and sigh, knowing what must’ve happened. I go to the bathroom near our closet and brush my teeth, quickly washing my face as well. 

I open the door of our room and the smell of pancakes invades my senses. I can hear the low humming of Sirius’ radio, and recognise one of the songs playing as Sirius’ favourites. I know who the nightmare was about at least. 

I sneak up behind him and wrap my arms around him. If this was only a few months ago, he would've jumped, terrified by the action. I try my best to always remind him that he's safe now, it’s over, but that can only do so much. 

He flips a pancake onto a plate, and turns around to kiss me. He rests his chin on top of my head, and squeezes my body. I ask, “You okay?” 

He doesn’t answer, he only smiles, as he presses a kiss to my head. We stay like this for a few minutes, in situations like this, I like to give Harry his time. He moves away from me and makes a final pancake. 

I sit down on the kitchen counter, and excitedly await the food. He places a plate in front of me, and in the middle of the counter maple syrup, chocolate syrup and honey. I make a mixture of the three and start eating. Harry sits beside me with his arm around my shoulder. 

“Thank you.” I say once I’m done with breakfast. Harry’s been done for a few minutes and has been watching me. I've told him several times not to do that since it’s creepy, but the boy just won’t listen. Harry smiles and presses a long kiss to my lips. He sighs, “Do you know that I love you?” 

“Yes, Harry, I do. And I love you too.” I reply, and grip his hand in between both of mine. His eyes turn sad again for a moment, and I can’t help but ask, “Do you want to talk about it?” 

“Not really.” Harry replies, and I nod my head understandingly. I look sadly at my boyfriend. It was unfair that someone as nice and kind as him had to suffer that much, and still suffers now. I squeeze his hand, and reassure him, “I’m always here if you need anything, you know that right?” 

“I know, sweetheart.” Harry says before pressing another kiss to my lips, this one longer and more sweet as I taste the sugary sweet chocolate syrup on his tongue. I begrudgingly part away from him, and stand up. He groans and wraps his arms around my waist. I say, “Harry, I have to go to work.” 

“You don’t have to go to work.” 

“I have to go to work, if I want to get paid.” I retort, and he pouts, “I can get your boss to let you off the hook.”

Harry Potter and the benefits that come with that are something that I will never stop being grateful for. He saved the wizarding world after all, so some people were bound to give him some things, like letting me skip a day of work. 

I head to my room, and change. When I come back, Harry’s staring off into space. I place a gentle hand on his shoulder, and he starts, “It was about Sirius…I dreamt of the whole moment again.” 

He doesn’t have to say which moment, I already know which, he’s talking about when Sirius died. I sit beside him on the sofa, and wait patiently as he unravels his feelings. He continues, “Sometimes, I can’t believe he’s gone, and other times, I can’t believe I even allowed myself to think that anyone stays.” 

“Don’t say that, Harry. Every single person in your life who’s gone now would’ve stayed for you. Besides, Ron’s here, Hermione’s here, and you sure as hell can’t get rid of me, if you tried.” I say, and Harry gives me a hug. 

“I wish that we’d met sooner because then you would’ve met him.” Harry says, and I nod my head. I always think what if instead of meeting Harry the first day of work, I’d have met him the first day of school, I would’ve helped him through so much of that pain. 

“I would’ve loved to have Sirius meet the girl I’m going to marry.” Harry mumbles, unfocused, and I tense immediately. My eyes widen, and I push Harry by his shoulders to get a look at his face. His eyes are wider than mine, and he slaps a hand on his face. He groans, “I can’t believe I said that, I’ve been planning this for months, and I just ruined the bloody secret.” 

I grin wider than I already have, and I take his hands off of his face. Harry relaxes when he sees my smile. I bite my lip when I feel the smile begin to grow uncontrollably. Harry says, “Try to forget this moment, so when I actually propose, you’ll be surprised, okay?” 

“Okay.”  a/n: Hey! if you think this didn't completely suck, feel free to check out my masterlist